#eren x mikasa smut

[jjkeremika]

My Tutor (pt2)

description: mikasa helps eren with his homework and he thinks they should strip for each question he gets right.

my tutor (pt1): mikasa tutors eren in math. eren asks to feel her boob if he gets a 100 on his final

NSFW

“Thanks for coming over, Mikasa. I could really use you,” Eren said as she walked through his front door.

She blushed at the phrasing. She knew he meant he needed her for his homework, but the thought of him dominating her was more appealing.

She shook her head to dismiss the thought. It lingered at the back of her mind.

“Yeah, yeah, it’s no problem.” She glanced around the familiar apartment, the last time she was here being when he showed her the final.

Eren led the way to his bedroom and went straight to his desk. Mikasa followed close behind, his pleasant cologne licking at her nose.

She remembered the last time she sat here, helping him study for his math final. Here she was again, helping him with his new math class’s homework. She briefly wondered if he’ll ask for some reward again. She wondered if she should offer one this time.

Eren stared at her expectantly, like now that they were at the desk, she was supposed to lead.

She squirmed in the chair under his watchful gaze. Having his eyes glued to her and scanning her face made her self-conscious, and she silently hoped he’d look away. She wondered what he was thinking. If he was thinking about the last time they were together like this, too.

They generally avoided being this close to each other since the whole… boob incident. So when they were sitting less than a finger’s distance away and his foot was brushing against hers, she could feel her heart start to pump a little faster and her face start to redden. Her body remembered how it felt in that moment. She wondered if he felt the same way.

“Uhh.. hm…” She was at a loss for words.

The unsettling feeling ran through her whole body—she was so nervous it was making her mouth dry. Her brain was blank and out of order, like every brain cell packed up and went home for the week. Was it hot in the room or just in her body?

She took her cardigan off in a hurry. Eren looked at her in surprise. “Sorry. It’s hot,” she said quickly.

He nodded off in thought, staring at the desk briefly before taking his sweatshirt off. Slowly. The sweatshirt pulled his shirt along with it, and Mikasa’s eyes immediately flocked to the exposed skin. The skin looked so soft, like it would bend under her touch, and so hard, like if she pressed hard enough the muscle would stop her.

She knew he worked out because sometimes he asked her for advice, but she didn’t know he was so… so… defined. Hand sculpted by the gods themselves.

The sweatshirt was tossed onto the floor and he corrected his shirt. Mikasa’s eyes immediately switched from his abs to the paper. They made a brief second of eye contact just before she shifted. His pupils were dilated.

The thought of him catching her ogling him turned her cheeks into a deep pink. Definitely visible. She told herself he didn’t see her drooling over him, that she’d looked away in time. Eren was smirking. Definitely not.

Mikasa was just about choking on air with each breath—it felt so thick around her, like there wasn’t enough breathable air around her. Every swallow felt forced, and each breath was slow and drawn out.

He was the first to speak. “Sorry.” He tilted his head to meet her gaze. The light and angle made his jawline angle made his jawline look unbelievably appealing and sharp, like she’d cut her tongue licking along it. She felt her eyes drop down to his mouth. She watched him lick his lips. “It’s hot.”

She swallowed tensely. "We should get started." She didn't mean it.

Eren leaned back in his chair and tapped his mechanical pencil against the desk. “I... was thinking we could make this more fun.”

He was eying her carefully, trying to gauge her reaction and anticipate her response.

Her expression didn’t change and Eren watched as her mouth opened and closed repeatedly, like she couldn’t settle on what to say. He thought about kissing her. Then she wouldn’t have to say anything. Neither of them would.

He still felt the rapid firing in his stomach, the nerves shaking in case she denied him, but he was 80% certain she was into him. She took her bra off for him six months ago after all.

He continued anyway: “Each question I get wrong, I’ll take something off.” She felt her body react; his smirk widened and the flame of desire sparked in his eyes. “I’ll even let you pick.”

He acted like he expected her to agree immediately. She hesitated.

“And if you get one right?” she asked cautiously.

“You take something off.” He raised his eyebrow. “My pick.”

It wasn’t a question. He was telling her.

And she liked it.

She took a deep breath, leaned back in her chair, crossed her arms across her chest and shrugged. “What makes you think I want you to take anything off?”

He paused for a second, smiling in a mix of amusement and amazement. He sat upright. “Are you telling me you don’t?”

She opened her mouth to protest, but said nothing as she watched Eren’s eyes flicker to her lips. He spoke before she had to.

“Alright.” He leaned in. “How about I just do whatever you say?”

Mikasa leaned towards him, remaining two inches apart. The urge to close the gap was overwhelming, like she was a celestial object approaching a black hole, just out of orbit, preparing itself to collapse in.

“Then you’ll do nothing,” she whispered, smirking, before sitting back in her chair.

Eren wanted to solve one question and then review it. Mikasa wanted him to finish the entire front page and then they’d review that. They settled on Eren solving a couple then reviewing, and so on.

He solved three problems before sliding the sheet across the desk to her.

She reviewed the problems. Two wrong, one right. Interestingly.

She handed it back. “One out of three. Not bad.”

“Soo… that means you’ll take something off?”

“What?” She had been so focused on what he had said about him removing his clothes, she completely forgot what he had said about her removing something.

He held his hands out. “Okay. I’ll compromise. We’ll alternate?” He chuckled awkwardly while asking; she wasn’t sure how serious he was. “I’ll go first. You pick.”

She felt a sudden pulse near her pelvis and she felt the muscles around her vagina loosen and tingle.

“One right answer, one article?” she asked, to which he nodded. “One sock.”

Eren rested against his hand, leaning against the table. He shrugged. “Don’t have any on. Pick again.”

She didn’t believe him, but she peeked and saw he was right. Definitely removed them before she came over.

Mikasa was flustered and was looking Eren up and down. Jeans. T-shirt. Probably boxers.

Did she want to draw that out?

“Hm…” She debated saying his necklace, but she knew where this escapade was heading and she really wanted to feel the cool metal against her skin while he pounded into her.

She slumped slightly in her seat at that thought. “Shirt,” she sighed—or at least attempted to. It was hard to not sound thrilled at seeing him shirtless. Especially after the preview.

The shirt was off in a second.

Three more on the front page. Her eyes were glued to his back. Smooth. Muscular. Bare. People wrote symphonies describing the way his body was built, the flats and sharps of his muscles mingling lively.

She wondered which divots in his muscles her fingernails would follow, or if her nails would carve their own paths, against the trails laid out by his back muscles.

The abrupt change from his back to his abs startled her out of her trance. He was smirking at her, she was blushing a deep shade of pink.

He looked confident sliding the page over. Two out of three.

Eren was looking at her in anticipation. He desperately wanted permission to ask her to remove something, but he was also fully content to remove something of her choice.

She nodded.

“Shirt.” She wiggled out of it, trying to be sexy like on tv but looked clumsy. She hit herself in the face with her elbow and her hair got tangled in the head hole. Eren liked the look of her disheveled, her hair sticking out and staticky.

She wasn’t ready for him to remove his pants yet. She hadn’t memorized his chest yet. “Before you get too eager, Im going to take my own sock off.”

Eren sighed dramatically, trying to make her laugh, trying to make her relax. She’s been tense the whole time. He took the paper back. “Next set.”

Her other sock, her tank top, and his jeans were removed. He was only in his boxers. She only had her bra and skirt. The time passed slowly as Eren worked on the problems. Mikasa tried not to be self-conscious, but she could see Eren glancing over at her periodically, and she could think of a million reasons why he shouldn’t like what he sees. He could think of a million and more reasons why she should.

The air felt ten times heavier when Eren slid his homework across the desk for the final time. She didn’t even want to look at it. She didn’t want to take her eyes off of him.

She leaned over the page. Eren’s stare felt hot, like a stage spotlight shining directly on her.

The spreading blush all over her body made it difficult to determine where the heat was concentrated. Her lips, her cleavage, her back, her skirt, her legs. It felt like he was looking everywhere at once.

She could barely swallow when she reviewed his solutions. She could feel her pelvic muscles loosen and release the first puddle onto her underwear. She could feel her heart beating in every vein in her body.

Three out of three.

She looked over at him. He had pushed his chair away from the desk, facing her. He was relaxed into the chair, legs parted. Her eyes kept trailing down his chest and ab’s to the obvious bulge in his briefs. She licked her lips.

His cheeks were red. He was wiping his palms against his thighs. His abs, blushed a slight pink, were just there, within an arm’s reach, begging to be touched. His biceps were so prominent. She wanted to rake her fingers over them. Despite being almost naked, looking so overtly sexual, his smile was so gentle, like he was melting under her gaze as his body held firm for her touch.

She was shaking. She wanted to touch him so bad. Her mouth was starting to salivate.

He waited until they made eye contact before lifting his right hand and motioning with his index and middle fingers for her to head over to him—and with what little distance there was, to sit on him.

She stood up and peeled her skirt off, wiggling slightly before dropping it and letting it fall to the floor.

His pupils dilated, and he reached his arms out and lightly placed his hands on her thighs. His touch was electric, she was paralyzed. When she didn’t push him away, he tightened his grip and pulled her in, onto his lap.

She complied and straddled him, wrapping her arms around his neck. She let one hand dangle while the other wrapped into his soft dark hair.

His hands immediately slid to her butt, pulling her even closer. She could feel the heat from his bulge near her pelvis. She could feel herself pulsing for him, yearning for him.

He rested his forehead against her chest, between her breasts just above her bra clasp. She rested her chin against the top of his head.

His hot dry breath contrasted against his cold wet mouth. She gasped as he pressed light sloppy kisses around her cleavage, tracing the outline of her bra.

Eren’s hands tightened into her hips and ground her hastily onto his lap. His restrained erection rubbed against her inner thigh and he bit the thin skin of her breast. His hands rushed up her spine to grasp at her bra clip.

His needy groans synced with the rutting of her hips. “Ah, fuck,” he exclaimed with a rough upward thrust of his hips and a tug on the clasp. “You should just stop wearing these.”

His eyes sparkled as he glanced up at her as she airily laughed. “You should learn to take them off.”

The bra unclipped at his fingertips and his smirk widened, overtook his entire face. His fingernails scraped her shoulders and biceps as he excitedly yanked the straps down her arms.

“Oh, baby,” he tittered, one hand immediately cupping her boob, a reminiscent, fluttery feeling brewing in his gut, “you should tutor me.” There was a glint in his eyes.

She hopped twice, grinning as Eren’s face contorted in pleasure, as the apex of her thighs encased his bold erection.

One hand caressed her the top of her upper thigh, inching closer to where her blood was flooding, and the other surrounded her neck, holding her in place and pressing multiple kisses along her collarbones.

Mikasa shivered at the light grasp around her neck, gasping at the pleasant friction from the feeling, loving the cool feeling of the ring on his finger.

His hold around her neck tightened like a collar as he held her in place, as his lips roamed to her nipple and his hand slid to her crotch.

“Ah!” Mikasa gasped as his fingers graced against her smoothest, sensitive skin, pulling away slightly but restricted by his chokehold. “E-Eren!”

His finger blindly stroked until she sharply inhaled, and her hands grabbed onto the wrist around her neck.

“I still need to repay the favor,” he breathed out huskily, the breath tickling the usually untouched skin of her ribcage, “for this. For tutoring me.”

She wasn’t listening. Her attention was drawn to the pleasant throb at her pelvis and the metallic ring against her neck.

“For everything.” His hand dropped from her neck. She audibly whined. He immediately brought it back, let his large palm drape against her collarbones, lifted his lips to hers to follow. “You’re everything.”

[rumisgf]

backshots with eren are absolutely lethal. like, just imagine.

your head is completely buried into the pillow. eren has your back arched real good for him, one hand on your back to keep it that way. you huff out a moan which each of his thrusts, your slick painting his cock and slowly dripping down your thighs as he’s working your third orgasm. you lean yourself forward in an attempt to give yourself mercy, only for him pull you back all the way on his dick. any time you raise a hand to push him back or brace yourself, he slams it back down and tightens his grip on you. it’s all so dirty.

“fuck ren- i can’t- fuckkk…”

“uh uh, stop running. take this dick.”

he takes a hand and slaps your ass, adding to his collection of red/dark purple marks he’s created. you can barely hold yourself up and as bad as you wanna tap out, he just feels so good.

“s-so good…’s too much.”

and he wouldn’t stop anyway, the lewd sounds of your cunt squelching with every thrust and the view of your ass moving back against him is sending him to heaven. not only that, he knows you love this almost as much as he does.

“throw that ass back. yeah, just like that. my good little girl.”

no matter how rough he was you did what you were told and you took him so well, you really are such a good girl for him. your ass was slamming against him as you took every inch of him, you slurring your words and moaning out for him like a prayer.

“s-so wet..y’ make me so wet..”

and oh, he knows. no matter how much you joke around or are too embarrassed to admit it, eren goes to sleep at night knowing no one could ever have you screaming like this, only he knows how to have you soaked in a matter of seconds.

© rumisgf

[vampireg1rl]

i have two types

[bitchimasnake-sss]

you liar, that's only possible is mikasa was the one pegging eren. there's no way he's doing all of that.

she's pegging him 100%

They broke the bed, they rebuilt the bed, they broke the bed again, then rebuilt the bed, then broke it again, this is the real cycle that continues

[strawberrybuni]

PUSHING THEIR BUTTONS TIL THEY SNAP

Characters: Levi, Hange, Eren, Armin, Erwin, Miksasa, Reiner, Annie, Miche, & Yelena Summary: Sometimes you just wanna fuck around, but your lover is ready to let you find out CW: LOTS of suggestiveness, degradation, yelena says 'bitch' A/N: request complete! I hope you enjoyy :3 I was still ovulating LOL

[saintkaylaa]

Flowers Prank

˚₊‧.⊹꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱˚₊‧.⊹ ꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱˚₊‧.⊹꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱˚₊‧.⊹ ꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱˚₊‧.⊹

𓆩⟡𓆪 levi, eren, armin, jean, reiner, porco, & erwin

note: you thank them for flowers they didn’t send you!

warnings: cursing, suggestive, sexual, toxic proco for you gremlins.

I BLOCK MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS || MDNI

[arminsfavoritepookie]

Eren sometimes forgets how big his cock his.

His eyes are confused and dazed as he is slamming his dick into you quickly and deeply. You're pleading with him to slow down, whimpering and even clawing at his back, but Eren's emerald eyes are solely fixed on the way your pussy is drinking in the base of his dick. Your cries of help and tears make him bite his lips and close his eyes out of pure bliss. Every time he thrusts, his huge cock touches your cervix, fucking you slowly and thoroughly as if he wants to savor the experience. And when Eren is feeling especially needy, he’ll press against your stomach and trace the outline of his cock bulging out your flesh trying to find where his dick ends in your guts.

[blondieeu]

stretch you out. eren y.

"make that shit fit"

eren keeps chanting it over and over like a prayer, whispering it to you as some kind of encouragement while you struggle to take it all on your own like you promised you could. " that's right..go 'head n' make it fit mama..fuck." your hand was wrapped tightly around the base on him, aiding your cunny.

he hissed when you got down from your elbows and laid flat on his apartment's carpeted floor to get it in a better angle, arching your back. "that's my good girl take that shit." your ass was high up in the air and if eren hadn't seen your pussy before he was definitely seeing it now. "my fuckin' pussy" he mumbled.

erens hand rubbed up your back then back down to your ass, pushing it further and further towards the base till you started to swat at his hands, protesting going fully down. "I cant take anymore" you wined with a fake attitude.

"what?- you want me to do it?" eren was quick to sit up on his hands, white t-shirt pushed up to his collar bones almost tangled with that necklace he always wears. you didn't even bother pulling his sweatpants all the way off. "I just said it doesn't fit 'ren, you want me to say it in spanish?"

eren sat up fully, the movement making his cock push into one of your gummy walls, "watch this." he grabbed one of your arms by the elbow and pulled your torso off the floor with ease. you heaved as erens hands found themselves on your love handles, pushing them down to sit you on him.

the stretch burned, you stifled a whimper - you didn't wanna be the little girl who couldn't take dick she said she could. his forearms flexed as he kept your steady, careful to ease you onto the last few inches of his shaft.

"see?" eren grinned wide, real cocky he was right about yet another thing in life. "told you it'd fit mama." he shifted under you - getting comfortable with the angle. his hands slid down from your hips, to your thighs, and back to your hips. a light coat of, well- you coated his whole shaft now.

you looked over your shoulder at him with a giddy smile, "booo you did that on purpose" his green eyes stared at your own through his short, dark brown bangs. he chuckles when you grind on him experimentally. "man, quit playin' n back that shit up girl"

blondieeu xx

[ramonathinks]

ALL HE WANTS — EREN x BLK!READER

tags: 18+ (no minors/no blank blogs — you will be blocked), shotgunning, sex, kinda friends to lovers, established relationship (towards the end), oral (f!), making out, sexual tension, eren has a tongue piercing and dimples, fingering, dirty talk, reader is black, mutual pining, dry humping, unprotected sex, dubcon (both a little buzzed on weed),

notes: this is a repost ofc but... i wasn't about to miss daddy's birthday lolll. (1)(2) “continue reading” divider by @/anitalenia 4.1k words ! + repost!

“When you gonna stop playing and let me be your man, baby?” Eren had his hands in his pockets and lent up against the wall, staring you down. The way he talked always made your body shiver, the way he looked deep into your eyes made you want to moan.

“Just gimme the weed, please.” You rolled your eyes at him. He was always like this — teasing you whenever he saw you all dolled up; tonight you wore a short peach colored dress that made your chest look even bigger, and his eyes kept glancing down constantly from your lips to your chest.

He probably kept looking at your lips because of how plump and bright they were decorated with the clear sticky fruity smelling lipgloss you always wore. Your hair was done in a wavy black hair done in a 32inch half up-half down that framed your face pretty well; and Eren tried to act like he didn’t realize it wasn’t the hairstyle he picked for you a while back.

Unintentionally he licked his lips before digging through his pockets for what he came over to deliver. Normally he didn’t hand deliver anything, he made people come to him, but this was you.

Sweet smelling you who always looked as good as you smelt and right now there was an aroma around you that smelled of nothing but strawberries and some other fruity smell that he couldn’t decipher. It wasn’t even just the fact that you smelled so good but rather the way you looked so good too, always with your hair done even your nails — long coffin shaped, pink and white acrylic with little designs on them — and your face, bare or not your skin was always glistening rich brown.

He was always losing his focus when you were in the room. He handed you your weed and turned to leave. “Wait, here—”

He scoffed, “On the house.” He waved you off, he did this all the time, no matter how many times you begged him to just take the money.

“Eren!” Using his long legs to stroll out of the hallway and towards the apartment complex’s door. He almost made it out before he felt you tug at his arm, a deep pout on your face.

“You’ll get wrinkles. Don’t…” He caressed the area between your eyebrows and trailed down to your jaw — taking it in his hands and squeezing it, making your pout deeper before he let it go.

“Just here, okay? I’m grateful you don’t make me pay since we’re friends,” That definitely wasn’t the reason, but he didn’t say anything. “But just take it. I can pay, you know I can.” Your eyelids fluttered innocently.

He sniffled, “Fine. Fine. Just this once.” He flicked your nose. Then Eren looked at you, truly looked at you and smiled a bit. You were really too cute. “Are you coming to Connie’s party in a few?”

“Yeah, I was actually just getting ready before you came.” You tell him, finally letting go of his arm.

“And that’s what you’re wearing?” He swallowed, biting his tongue. He sounded so judgmental that your eyes widened before you looked down at yourself.

It was cold yes but you always chose being cute over being cold, plus you were always being driven around so you weren’t even outside enough to feel the freezing cold air and it was only a small bit of occasional snow, nothing too bad.

“What’s wrong with it?” You craned your neck a bit to see your backside. Everything was in tact and in place.

Jealousy was already deep in his chest and tugging at his heart, making everything feel so tight around him. He just shook his head, “Nothing, just thinkin’ bout how cold it is, that’s all. But I know you already have a ride lined up, right?”

Playfully rolling your eyes you smirk, “Actually…” Twiddling with your fingers, he watches you already knowing where this was going. “I was hoping, you’d take me if you had a chance? Maybe?”

“Do I ever say no to you?” He asked, walking back down the hall with you towards your apartment again.

This wasn’t his first time inside of your apartment. But for some reason he couldn’t help but to be in awe. You lived in luxury — marble countertops, a wide double door silver fridge, a patio… he knew he couldn’t compare to the lifestyle your father already had you in.

He wish he could... but he couldn’t. He made enough on selling whatever he could but it was only enough for him, not a lifestyle like yours. He wouldn’t be able to provide for you like you needed. Even if he got a real good job, nothing could truly live up to your norm and he would hate for you to settle.

It was the reason that he never truly could actively pursue you like he wanted with a good conscience. How could he pursue you when you had everything you wanted and then some?

Even the fuzzy pink rug on your floor looked like it was worth a couple thousand. A glossy painting of you hung in the center of your living room and it caught his eye, the last time he was inside it wasn’t there.

“Isn’t it nice? Looks almost as cute as the real thing, Hm?” You teasing, putting a finger to your cheek.

He gave you a side eye with a smile so deep enough that you could see his dimple and it made your heart flutter.

You always thought he was cute just not boyfriend material. You weren’t even being judgmental but you heard about Eren long before you had met him. Just a boy who always wanted to get his dick wet and especially when he had pretty clients, you couldn’t take him serious. Even if you wanted to.

When he wasn’t being a flirt, he was a good friend, always came when you needed him, even if it was just for a ride. He was always so sweet and treated you better than any of your boyfriends.

“You think I should just settle for some pants instead of this then, huh?” You did a slight twirl. You could tell he really liked what you had on but just not today. Not where y’all was headed.

He clicked his teeth with his tongue, “Uhh…” He looked you over, his gaze lingering on all assets.

His knee was bouncing and he was getting up before he realized. He never been inside of your room, let alone your closet. So this was all new territory to him, yet he felt like he knew where everything was.

He don’t know why he loved seeing you in your pink moon boots but he knew he wanted to see them on you tonight. He peaked over his shoulder, looking at you briefly before looking over your closet again. “Hm,” He held out two different shirts, you chuckled.

“Maybe this one with the hearts to match the boots and then a nice mini skirt… not too short.” He knew how you liked to dress and you gave him a coy smile.

“Ya know what, Yeager? You’re cute.” You kissed his cheek before pushing him out the room to get dressed. You hate to admit you were feeling hot all over, most guys didn’t come into your room for anything but sex and even though you weren’t expecting him to come in and help you decide on something else he did. It was little. But more than you were used to.

Eren on the other hand, was trying not to palm his dick. Touching the soft fabric of your clothes and imagining them on your skin, had him gulping. He paced the living room before he heard small paws running up to him and yelping. A small bundle of golden tan fur ran up to him, scratching and sniffing the area around him.

“Princess!” You yelled, running out to get your little dog. “Sorry Eren, she loves new people. I thought she would stay sleep, but...” You coo and tap the floor so that she comes running. “I’ll put her up and then we can go.” You scoop her up.

He stops you, “Let me meet my baby’s baby.” He ushers her out of your hand and into his own, a deep smile on his face as she licks his fingers.

You ignore what he says and how it makes your stomach flutter, you just cross your arms and watch. “She’s the cutest.” He tells you, staring you down with a hooded gaze. “Let’s get going, ‘kay?”

You nod, heading to put her into a crate so she can sleep until you get back.

He waits for you, even when you lock up your apartment, he opens the car door for you. You don’t know why but you feel like everything’s going to change tonight.

And Eren can feel it too.

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It isn’t until you’re already there that you realize his hand was on your thigh the entire car ride. His touch leaving a trail of hotness and when he finally parked, your eyes wouldn’t leave your thigh. Was it weird that you were already missing his touch against your skin?

You heard a few people greeting him as he caught up towards the house behind you, he nodded to a few and did a half wave to some others.

“Birthday boy Yeager, finally! Being late to your own party, really man?” Connie greeted him and your body froze.

Eren didn’t mention it was his birthday. Connie didn’t even mention it when he invited you. You frowned and moved closer before squeezing Eren’s side.

A slight yelp, “The fuck was that for?” He asked, looking down at you with furrowed brows.

“It’s your birthday and you didn’t tell me? You were selling me weed on your birthday, driving me to your birthday party and didn’t bother to mention it?”

“It…skipped my mind.” He muttered, scratching the back of his head.

“You didn’t tell your girl your birthday?” Connie snickered. “You didn’t want any birthday sex? Mannn—“

Eren lightly jabbed Connie’s arm, “You know we’re just friends.”

But really, who could tell? Whenever you both were together, you both always stood so close together, sometimes even with his hand on your waist. Deep long stares and only focusing on each other.

“Rightttttt.” Connie laughs and waves you and Eren down to the basement. “So while the party’s upstairs… our real party will be right here, just the gang you know…” He explained while you looked over the place.

A comfy basement with a long couch and two loveseats, a few white garden chairs. A bong on the table that sat in the middle and a few bottles of alcohol. “Sooo, where is everyone?” You raised your eyebrows, arms folded against your chest.

Connie thinks for a moment before raising a finger, pulling out his phone and calling someone. “Yeahhh, hello?” You and Eren shared a glance before looking back at Connie. “Fuck, you gotta be kidding me… no, no, it’s fine,” Connie does an awkward smile to you both. “Alright. Yeah. See you soon.” He sighs.

“Fuck, I gotta go. Sasha said she needs me to get her. Then Jean too and… yeah… basically I think all those fuckers need a ride.” He explains. “Please make yourselves comfortable down here or upstairs, whatever. I’ll just be right back.” He jogs up the stairs and closes the door.

You feel awkward just standing so you smooth out a place on the loveseat and sit down.

But of course you weren’t planning on Eren sitting next to you. Cramped up and all in your space, his legs spread wide with almost little room for your legs. You stare at him, “Seriously?”

He does a sly smile, “I can’t sit next to you? You gonna deny me all tonight huh?”

Remembering it was his birthday, you just let him. His arm over your shoulder and pulling you in. “Fine… fine.” You mutter, pulling out some of the weed you brought from him earlier.

“Hey…lemme roll that for you.” He doesn’t wait for you to answer, he just does it. The shiny piercing on his tongue showing itself as he licked up the paper.

You squeezed your thighs, just watching him. He pulled out a lighter from his pocket and with a few clicks, he lit your blunt and took one long drag from it, finally handing it to you.

“Thanks…” You brought it to your lips and his eyes burned into yours. You inhaled, smiling as you felt it come over you. You hummed to yourself, your hooded eyes watching him as he watched you.

“How you feelin’?” You heard him ask, your body humming and you leaned closer into his touch. Your head laying on his shoulder.

“Good.” You responded shortly. “Just really good.”

“I’m glad to hear that baby.” His voice sounded closer but you ignored it. You smoked the blunt again and when you went to exhale, he pressed his lips to yours, just a small peck.

Briefly, you would’ve missed it if your eyes weren’t open.

“Been wanting to do that all day.” He rubbed a hand down his face. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay…” You swallowed. “You can do it again.”

It was all he needed. His hands grabbed your face gently and he pressed a small peck on your lips. Then again. His hands touch the skin of your thigh when he goes in a bit deeper. No more little kisses, he’s fully kissing you on the lips. “Must be the weed, hm? You’d never let me kiss you…fuck,” He sounds pissed but mainly at himself.

“I took like two puffs, I’m barely…buzzed. I just… I mean why not?” You ask aloud, looking at him. Maybe you were just tired of pretending that you didn’t want him. That you didn’t want this. You were horny and maybe a quick fuck to get him out of your system would be good for the both of you.

“You like playing with my heart huh? You know how I feel and…” He trails off. “You know I like you—“

“You don’t like me, you just wanna fuck me like everyone else.” You had a hard time believing that he had feelings for you, that he wasn’t like any of the others before him. You wave him off but he grabs your wrist.

He clicks his teeth before laughing, “No, no, no…Baby. You’re special to me. Just want you all to myself, always.”

You snort, “Yeah right…” But your body felt so hot and like you’re wearing too many clothes.

“Come sit on my lap pretty girl. Let me show you something.” He pats his lap and grabs your waist, tightly.

“Show me what?” You were curious but you knew that you wouldn’t be able to come back to being just friends if you did what he asked.

“How much I like you.” He lifted you with ease and in an instant, you were on him. You could feel just how big and hard he was under you. You swallowed, wrapping your hands around his neck.

“Well? Show me.” You smile, hotness rolling off the both of you in waves. He smiles before he brings you in and kisses you.

Moaning when he pulls you closer, jerking his hips up to yours. His hands exploring your body and his tongue enters your mouth, swirling around. Slipping his tongue in and out your mouth, sucking on yours. His hands traveling down your back until he gripped your butt, spreading and massaging them in his large palms before sliding them up and down your back.

He kisses the sides of your neck and you take another drag of the blunt, feeling your lungs expand and the sensation of his mouth and hands making you shiver. He grabs your hips and rolls his more into yours, the fabric of his denim jeans hitting your clit.

Breathing heavily you inhale and with shaky hands you pull him forward. Kissing him with the smoke still in your lungs, his cock throbbing in his pants, he’s trying not to be greedy but he wants you. Tracing up and down your shirt, slipping his fingers underneath.

He feels a bit giggly afterwards. With a dopey big grin on his face, “You’re so pretty. Like an angel.” You’re smiling so hard that your cheeks hurt but your pussy is pulsing and you need him.

“Eren… thank you. But I just… need… I need you to…Please just touch me. Please.” His hands roam again. His cock half hard in his pants and his hands on your hips, he makes you roll them against his again. You gape and gasp a bit, feeling how hard he is against your damp dainty panties.

His hands are under your skirt and he massages the bit of your butt and thighs, spreading and patting you. He kisses you full on the lip and sucks more on your tongue before pulling back, “You’re just so pretty.” His forehead is on yours and his eyes are eating you up.

Your clit pulses and throbs the more he rolls your hips against his and the way he’s digging his fingers into the skin of your butt and thighs, you’re groaning and sighing, “This feels so…” you wrap an arm around his neck. “Good.” You whisper in his ear and feel him shiver, you press small kisses up and down his neck. “You’re so hard…” You lick him, small and to the point. “Eren…I—“

“Shhh,” He stops your hips, that were now moving on their own. “Just keep doing what feels natural… what feels right. We can talk about all of this later. But now? Let me make you feel good, yeah? Wouldn’t you like that?”

And it’s the way that he says it, honestly, that makes your heart speed up and your panties even more wet before he slips them to the side.

“Holy shit, already? This wet, baby? Damn…” His fingers sticky just from a quick slip inside, your mouth open and your legs shaking. “Knew you couldn’t resist me.” You hear the sweet sounds of him fingering you, the wet noises echoing in the dark room.

“Fuck,” He mutters, flexing his fingers and twisting them inside. You clamp down on him and he bits his lip before kissing you, trying to keep you both quiet.

You lifted his shirt a little, looking at his stomach as he breathes in and out, his stomach muscles flexing. You smile to yourself, helping him out of his shirt before you trail your hand up and down his muscular chest and stomach. A semi thick patch of hair from his stomach and disappears down into his pants catches your attention and with a deep gulp your fingers dance lightly on his stomach until they disappear into his pants.

His breath hitches, “Your hands are so…whew,” His eyes are closed when you touch him, stroking him. “So damn soft. Too damn soft.” His hips jerk up at the contact of your hand against him.

“Has anyone ever—?” He doesn’t say it but licks his lips and sucks at his teeth.

“No, never…” Boys were too interested in sex never foreplay or oral. Some never even looked at your pussy.

He huffed, “Idiots. Want you to sit on my face, okay?” He could feel you twitching and your body freeze up.

“You’re so weird you know that?” You squeeze at his tip and he whined a bit, taking your wrist and taking it out of his pants.

“Hey, been thinking about it forever.” He have, he liked being your friend but he always thought about what’s between your legs. He always felt so guilty for it, this ulterior motive of his.

With your skirt still on, you move to hover over him. He breathes you in and groans out a deep “Fuck.” His tongue soaked in spit but he grabs at your thighs and slurps at your swollen clit. The heavy scent of your aroma wafting around his face.

Your thighs shaking as you rock your hips against him, but he wants to take things slow. Your juices all over his mouth and even a bit on his nose. You hated how greedy you were being. His tongue flicking at your stick clit and sucking on your lips.

“Eren! Faster…faster, please.” The cold metal piercing brushed against your clit and had you seeing stars so clearly that you tugged at his dark hair.

He liked the way his name sounded rolling off your tongue, even the way your mouth looked when you said it. Your lips: a work of art and your voice a song. So to be the one who’s listening and the one giving you this pleasure? He couldn’t help but smile to himself. To revel in it.

He chuckles listening to the soft moans of your pleads and begging, “No need to beg, don’t you know you own me? I’m yours. I’ll do whatever you say.”

His voice made you clench and he pressed small kisses up your slit before stretching you apart, “Think I can see you getting all wet for me…” His tongue dives in and your toes curl as he licks around the insides of you. Sucking at your folds and diving inside of your wetness, he moved one of his hands from your thighs and rubbed with two fingers on your achy clit. You shuddered, biting your lips.

He smiles looking at your pussy, so wet and pretty before he dives back in. Really just wanting to be covered in your scent. He gives a few more sucks, your hips raising and thrashing against his face.

“Baby,” The breath of his deep chuckle hitting your pussy and you shiver. “I’m leaking in my pants. I need you. Badly.”

He took his time but he laid you out on the couch, looking at the amount of your arousal that ran down your legs. He watched your pussy twitch, using his fingers he spread you open, clenching around the cool empty air. “Fuck,” you already looked fucked out and he haven’t even been inside of you yet.

Sliding his thick cock between your wet folds he felt you tremble. Tapping the head against your clit, he felt you jolt and he slowly slid inside of you. Your walls sucking him in and squeezing him tightly.

He groans, almost collapsing on top of you and you dig your nails into his back, wrapping your legs around his waist.

“Wanted you for so long.” He kisses you quick and laced your fingers together, squeezing your hand. “It’s so wet inside of you, feels so fucking good.” Stretching and carving your insides to only fit his shape. Everything sounded underwater as he continued to pound inside of you. “You’re so perfect. So pretty. Fuck.” He angled his hips before thrusting faster inside of you. “So tight, so pretty, so mine.” He purred, licking up your throat and sucking; leaving a trail of hickies in his wake.

“Eren, oh god.” You breathe, worked up. He brings your legs from his waist and bring them closer to your head, forcing his cock even deeper inside of you.

“Think I’m in love withchu…” His thrusts are strong and now your feet dangling over your head, you couldn’t think straight. “But I think you already know that, hm? Think you love having me wrapped about your fingers.” Meeting every thrust he made, you felt a small bit of squirt splash and soak up his cock as he pulled it out before plunging back inside of you.

Your stomach is twisting and your toes curl heavenly as his dick continues, you push at his chest. “Wait! Eren…I…” You feel even more pressure in your gut and clench around him. “Please… no more.”

Your eyes are watery but Eren doesn’t care, instead he uses the pads of all his fingers and do deep aching rubs on your clit. Writing his name in your clit with your fingers, your thighs shake and then you’re finally cumming all over him and with a few more hard thrusts, he follows with a deep groan of your name.

He lays on top of you for a second to catch his breath before kissing you again. “I like you. Always have.” He huffed.

You bite back a smile. “I like you too…” You tell him shyly.

He gets up and hands you your pretty panties with a smug look. “So will you be my girlfriend?”

You chuckle, “Yeah. Yeah, I’ll be your girlfriend Eren.”

All Eren could think of was that this was his best birthday in a long while. He peppering kisses over your face.

“Alright… birthday boy, put some pants on.” You snicker, looking at his lower half, he was already getting back hard.

“Oh right.” He kissed you again.

[prncessjaeger]

kiss it better ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

⋆୨୧˚ now, imagine coming home to your cute loft apartment from shopping as soft rock music playing from your’s and mikasa’s main bedroom tv and you bring home a big collection of lip glosses and other makeup products, “okay, so i went to sephora with sasha right, i mean you would know since you sent me money for it but! i got like 12 lipglosses and i wanted you to try them for me?”

she watched you changed into a cute pink shirt and short set, matching the same one mikasa had on (but her’s was black obvi) “try them on…? “yeah, like this,” you went and straddled the seemingly opened up spot on her lap and pulled out a random roller lip gloss and rubbed it on your lips, pulled her face towards yours and kissed her lips, “is it…grape?” “yes! now here’s some more gloss…i think it’s the sticky kind, but anyways c’mere,” she pushed her bangs from her face and puckered her lips once again, feeling the gloss more prominent on her lips, “try not to lick it this time,” smacking her teeth, she rubbed them together inhaling the very loud scent, “hmm blue raspberry?” mimicking the wrong sound, “wrong! it’s blueberry-”

“same thing and don’t go saying ‘well blue raspberry isn’t a fruit’ either, i know” she fixed your frames and still moved her bangs, “wait hold on-” you leaned over her, ignoring the rubs on your ass she was giving you and grabbed two hair clips, “here, lemme fix your hair, yeah?” you put the clips in her hair and giggled, seeing her look all adorable, “aww now let’s try this on and then i can give you a whole makeover shebang!” “oh boy.”

ღ an: this was so short wtf

[jjkeremika]

Roadtriiiiip!

description: eren and mikasa are on a road trip. their car breaks down in the middle of nowhere.

pairing: eremika, eren x mikasa (aot/snk)

disclaimer(s)?: smutty; finger sucking?; fingering; penetration; no condom he came inside; outside

nsfw/mdni

“eren,” mikasa said his name as she rounded the passenger door to the trunk of the car, following to where eren was heading, “do you need help?” she watched him open the trunk with a huff and an eye roll. “i can help. let me help.”

eren shuffled through the items in the trunk, his chest raising and falling in aggravated breaths. “i got it,” he replied sternly, barely glancing over as he continued to rifle for his toolbox.

she felt a lump in her throat at the light glare he shot her, and a light sting in her tear glands. she reminded herself that he wasn’t frustrated with her, just the situation.

car stopped in the middle of nowhere in the middle of the day with no signal. she was genuinely thankful it was the middle of the day, he was here, had the tools, and capable of using them. but she didn’t blame him for being stressed and angry.

he found the toolbox and haphazardly dragged it and angrily closed the trunk. “i said i got it, mika.” he looked at her, his eyes solid and fiery, his voice firm. just—” he stopped, closed his eyes and visibly took a deep, calming inhale. “wait nearby. don’t go far alone.”

she became eerily aware of her heart beating. she nodded silently, but he had already walked to the hood of the car and exposed the engine.

after a moment passed and she processed the light pang in her pelvis that always made her blush furiously, she hid inside the passenger seat of the car.

the open hood hid her from eren’s view, but it also hid him from hers. she felt her stomach drop as she thought of the sweat of working on a hot engine under the sun, the sweat rolling down his silky-looking skin, following the trails of and accentuating the muscles in his neck and arms.

eren’s biceps were probably bulging as he explored and fixed the machinery. his defined back and firm ass on display as he bent over the engine and the shirt hem raised, threatening to expose more of him. the thought of touching herself behind the temporary barrier popped into her head and she audibly gasped, physically heating up.

she started to feel uncomfortably hot in the car, feeling the beads of sweat both form on and roll down the edges of her face and the back of her neck.

“i need to take a walk,” she expressed, scrambling to sit up and stand out of the seat.

curiosity got the best of her and she peaked over the side of the hood, earning a side view of the veins in his arms popping out with each turn of the tool.

she admired his focus, the intensity flaring in his eyes before her gaze trailed along his sharp jawline, inching towards his defined collarbones peaking out of his shirt collar.

mikasa kept walking, her eyes fixed on him as her feet led her some distance behind him, catching full sight of the view she imagined, the painted picture that was stuck in her head (a clothed version, but nonetheless).

she forced her attention off of him, turned her head to pay attention to the mindless trail her feet followed.

mountains and dust and brush and trees and dirt. one long road in both directions, bending into the horizon as it continued for however long, far beyond the eye can see. reds and browns and deep greens and striated rocks and mountains and canyons larger than she could believe. clumps of trees that aged as melted glaciers carved out the terrain.

she jumped at the flock of birds that sprung into action, flew from a hidden stock in the trees. with her hand over her chest she took a deep breath, watched them fly away.

she screamed when a hand roughly grasped her wrist, yanked her backwards with a nonconforming grip. she screamed and raised her other arm for defense, but the offender grabbed her other wrist and held them both against her chest.

she finally opened her eyes and processed the sight and her rapid breathing slowed as she registered the voice. “mikasa! mikasa, chill the fuck out!”

“oh my god, eren,” she froze in place, her muscles still tensed as her chest worked overtime to recover, “you can’t just sneak up on me like that.”

his eyes were wide, scared, frantic. his tough clasps on her wrists barely softened. he gasped out the breath he held in a disbelieving chuckle. “i’ve been calling your name.” he lowered her arms, but didn’t let go. “did you not hear me?”

she blinked twice. “what?”

his expression lightened, his eyebrows unfurled. “let’s just go back to the car, okay? i think i fixed it.”

she nodded, her lips curling into a tiny smile as she realized his hands had slipped into hers, his fingers loosely embracing hers.

she glanced down to their mingling fingertips, starting to feel the warmth of his touch. he looked away, his hair sliding at the movement to cover his ear, and his palm slipped into hers, intertwining their fingers. he silently led her to the car, and she was slightly surprised at how far she’d walked when she noticed how small the car looked.

she pouted when he released her hand and closed the open hood. she openly admired his arms, the part of his neck peaking through his hair.

mikasa hopped in surprise slightly when she noticed eren turning around to look at her, and she turned away, her cheeks turning pink and her breathing becoming more difficult.

he smiled, felt his own heart skip at her secret adoration. “mikasa,” he started, reaching out for her, hovering over her upper arms, looking down at her, “i, um. i was really worried when i couldn’t see you.”

the eye contact faltered, glanced to the side out of nervousness. his hands gently slid down her forearms to her wrists.

she felt her heart swell from the vessel dilation, felt the heat rush through her entire body and settle in select parts that were now screaming for attention. “i��”

“so don’t fucking wander like that,” he finished sternly, his eyebrows furrowing, the pink to red blush caressing his cheeks.

she leaned onto her tiptoes and wrapped her arms loosely around his neck, mostly just resting them onto his muscular, broad shoulders.

she felt the hairs prickling against her skin, magnetically pulling her towards him. “yes, eren,” she whispered, staring at the bubbles of enjoyment and nerves and sex suspended in his grassy eyes. she pushed her body weight onto him and rested her chin on his shoulder, falling into a hug. “whatever you say, eren.”

the hot breath stimulated the skin near his ear, sending shiver after shiver down his spine, the skin tingling and lighting up his brain at her touch.

he slowly wrapped his arms around her waist, letting both hands settle near her tailbone, licking at the end of her spine. he applied light pressure to her back, pushing her into him more.

mikasa leaned back and turned her head, staring at him. he scanned her face, then slowly leaned in, his insides burning and twisting as their lips pressed together, as she actually kissed him back.

they kissed softly for a few seconds before their lips were smoothly gliding and sliding together, his tongue and teeth grazing her bottom lip.

he lightly bit the lip tissue as his hands slid down the curve of her spine and settled on her bum, immediately cupping and squeezing the soft and fleshy tissue.

eren groaned into the kiss, lightly smacked her ass and smirked when she gasped.

with his hands firmly on her hips, his thumbs settling perfectly into the divots in the bone, his finger gracing the exposed skin just above her long skirt, eren walked her backwards until he heard the light thud of the calves bumping against the car. her butt fell onto the hood of the car, the material echoing underneath.

eren leaned over her, lowered one hand to the side of her thigh while he kissed her deeper, until her back was against the car.

and then he was lifting her up by her thighs and dragging them to his waist, tapping her bum lightly to instruct her to wrap her calves around him, cage and lock himself in. he started to kiss her neck, and she tilted her head farther back, baring her neck for him to claim, gasping and smiling with each wet, smooth touch.

he was pushing his crotch into hers, the erection so eager and obvious and he felt his cock’s ghostly throb at the sound of her sporadic breaths, at the pleasant taste of her skin despite being under dry sun.

his arm slid from her thigh to her butt, squeezed and slapped the squishy flesh before wrapping itself around her waist and drawing her closer, their bellies touching. he used his arm and core strength to lift her slightly, used his other hand to repeatedly smack her ass, smiling and chuckling breathlessly as she moaned and curled in, exposed more of her bum.

she kept her eyes closed and allowed herself to smile into the kiss as their lips locked and their tongues meshed. mikasa’s hands moved from clutching onto and exploring the skin of his back through the shirt to blindly reaching for her skirt, grasping at the fabric and frantically pulling it up.

eren pulled away from the kiss, which was exactly what she was trying to avoid, and she almost silently whined, “no,” as his attention switched to the hand fisting her skirt.

his sultry smirk widened, his pupils dilated like nightfall over a sea of algae, overtaking and transforming the view. he looked back to her eyes, the gradient grey replaced with a radiant black, effervescent like a maturing raven.

the hand not wrapped around her immediately moved to the hem of her skirt, assisted her in the process of rolling it up her legs. they shared a smile once it had reached her hips, and he kissed her again and moved both hands to his belt.

did the buckle break when it hit the tarmac, having been thrown aside onto hot concrete with negative care? sounded like it.

the hand that had tossed the belt drew to her neck, cupping her cheek and caressing her jaw. he let his tongue slide against hers. he bit her bottom lip, pushed his crotch into hers in a smooth rhythm.

he pulled back, hesitantly raised two fingers to her lips. mikasa glanced up with round eyes, unfairly framed by babydoll lashes, and the blood pulsed right to his cock, flooded his brain.

“fuck, you look so pretty, mika,” he confessed the only thought on his mind, and she blushed rouge as her mouth enveloped his fingers, as her tongue licked around the skin.

her nose crinkled as the faint taste of hand sanitizer registered on her tongue. she supposed she should be grateful he used it at all, given the mechanic cameo. she channeled the distaste into her firm hold on the skirt hem. she relocated her attention to the pleasant feeling of eren’s lips on her neck.

“well, actually, you always look pretty,” he mumbled against her neck, the touch tingling her skin and the sentiment tingling her heart. he removed his fingers from her mouth, directed them right under her skirt instead.

“ooh,” mikasa moaned softly, her pelvic muscles reacting to the heat of his arm between her thighs, to the thin pause and knowledge of his finger nearing her pelvis.

he slipped her underwear to the side immediately, then placed his hand over her crotch, pressed the pads of his middle finger against her pulsing muscles and she gasped at the free air, and again at the air removed by his touch.

eren timed the start of his sentence with a wiggle of his fingertip, a smooth touch to her touch-deprived and sensitive skin, “but you look fucking gorgeous right now.” he delicately bit at her clothed shoulder, like he was restraining himself. “the way you are.”

he played with her clit, smirking against her skin and kissing innocently along her jaw. “the way the sun hits you.”

mikasa gasped loudly, one which then transitioned into a moan as eren lowered his finger and pressed them inside her. “oh, fuck,” he moaned too, fixating on how easily he slid inside her, how it wasn’t because she fucking sucked on his fingers.

“the way you look at me.” meanwhile he used his other hand to frantically tug his pants down, free his restrained erection. his sentences breathy, his brain too distracted by her that he needs a second to reform and get it out. “the way you’re on my fucking car right now.”

she couldn’t kiss him while his fingers were folding and poking inside her, while she could feel the blood rushing to accompany his touch, while she could so clearly hear and feel the liquid pouring out of her and haphazardly soaking his appendages. the air was forced out of her lungs with each upward motion, each bend of the knuckle or rub to her clit, and she needed her mouth to breathe, because each breath wasn’t enough. not even close.

“no, eren, don’t stop,” mikasa cried out, attempting to sit onto her elbows but they slid against the shiny hood, partially due to her sweaty skin.

his smile in the moment felt warmer than the sun beating down on them, warmer than the highest degree on the temperature scale. he reached his other hand out, touched it to her muscles and it so easily slipped in.

“ooh, yes,” she moaned throatily, happily, leaning back against the car and letting her hands pull on his shirt and feel his chest and abs.

“god, the way you fucking look right now,” eren gasped out, the liquid streaming out of her further lubricating his fingers and her pussy, “unholy. unreal.”

mikasa was smiling more than she ever had, her cheeks aching from the steady contraction, and she let each sound mindlessly slip from her parted lips as she let the skirt drape over his arm and raked his chest.

his fingers were removed and she was about to sit up again, about to say something when his bare tip was presenting itself to her lips instead.

she moaned and nodded her head, unsure if he could even tell, and he slowly pushed in, both of them gasping and muttering profanities at the feeling.

the slowness dragged the feeling out, let both of them relish in the pleasurable contortion of the other.

eren’s lips found their way back to hers and he kissed her before she could turn away. he snaked his arm back around her waist to hold her in place and pulled out, the drag exaggerating the temporary lag in mikasa’s mind.

she moaned and exhaled into the kiss once his hips snapped back and collided with hers, his tip meshing against her soft sensitive tissue. he licked into her mouth, immediately withdrew his hips and did it again.

she wrapped his head in her hands and lowered it, pushed his lips from hers so she could breathe. the breathless kissing and relentless pounding was making her dizzy, and she was pretty certain she was hot and sweaty from him than the sun.

his nuzzled his nose between her collarbones and kissed and licked along the thin skin of the bone. a tingling, airy, ghostly sensation, one that pulsed strongly to her pelvis and even further lubed his enveloped cock.

his pace had quickened rapidly, his hips brutally slapping against hers, the obscene sound echoing in the open air, birds and cows and rocks unwillingly overhearing.

they moaned each other’s names at the same time, a throaty “eren” and hearty, low “mikasa.” solidifying and expanding their mental connection.

“oh, fuck, mika, i— fuck.” he was slowing down. his thrusts were hard but sloppy, less controlled. he was succumbing to her warm and wet and inviting cunt. he was giving in the time-compounded crush and fortified feelings in his gut.

her legs tightened around his waist and her fingers dug into his back and scalp, tugged harshly on his hair. the moans were growing in number and volume, and the heat building inside her was about to explode like gunfire in gasoline.

“mikasa, i, i think i love you,” he confided with multiple thrusts, with counted breaths.

one sharp thrust into her sweet spot and the euphoria overwhelmed her, washed over her in repeating waves that made her want to scramble away, run away from the intense and stimulating emotion. but her thighs kept her anchored to him, his hips still sporadically thrusting in.

her clenching around him was all he needed to release his restraint and cum mindlessly inside her, breathlessly heaving over her as he stilled his movements and his hands held his weight over her, arms shaking from the pleasurable effort.

they silently caught their breath, allowed their heart beats to return to a somewhat steady (albeit elevated) state and fixed their clothing before they both spoke, again testing their connection.

“do you actually love me?” mikasa asked carefully, her stomach unsettled by uncertainty, her heart afraid of shatter.

her voice overlapped with eren’s. “i meant what i said.” his heart was beating nervously now. this might make the rest of the car ride to armin’s campus awkward.

then they both asked, “what?”

eren gestured with his hand to let mikasa speak, but she shook her head and hand, insisting eren went first.

“i meant what i said.” he shifted the weight between his feet. “i do love you.” he shrugged sheepishly, a pink blush on his cheeks. “have for a while now.”

mikasa stood up, wobbling slightly before regaining her balance and wincing at the unregrettable ache and throbbing remnants in her pussy. she fell into him, wrapped her arms around him. eren instantly reciprocated the action, but took her body weight into his arms, let herself be protected and held by him.

“hm, that’s good,” she hummed happily, almost sing-songy. she tittered, looking up at him with happy, amused, satisfied eyes. “because you could be a dad.”

[rumisgf]

PASSENGER PRINCESS - connie springer x black!reader

summary: your... best friend takes you on your weekly late nights drives. but, this night is different: both of you are aware of the tension between y'all even though neither of you address it- until tonight. warnings: marijuana usage, best friends to lovers, eventual smut, yk car sex, french kissing

you just had got off work, and today really wore you out. it was the usual: your manager was getting on your nerves, there was this lady who tried to argue with you over the counter, and you had to train probably the most incompetent teen who had just got hired. all you knew is you need a blunt and a nap.

as you're laying on your bed ready to kick your clothes off, your phone buzzes. a text from connie, probably the only person you have patience for right now. it reads 'you home?' to which he knows you are, he found out when you get off work (because he listens, of course. totally didn't do his own research before you even told him directly). the minute you text back he's calling your phone, and you roll your eyes a bit 'cause you already know he wants to bother you now.

"hello, sir?" you can hear him smack his lips.

"man, you not even tired! i'm 'bout to head out anyway, just wanted to see what you was doin' right now."

"what, you trynna pick me up?"

"don't ask dumbass questions, you want me to pull up or not?"

you smile to yourself, and get up to change out your work clothes. "mmm... yea. c'mon."

"bet." *click*

soon enough, you see his car pull up from your apartment window and make your way out the door. as you walk down the stairs, you can't help but grin to yourself. no matter how bad of a mood you're in you would never miss an opportunity to chill with his fine as- you mean, the only tolerable dude you know.

you open the car door, the smell of weed hitting your nose. "yooo!" connie greets you with a smile, and a wood in hand. he already had started to roll up before you even made it to the car.

"nigga, what did i tell you 'bout smoking outside here?! if i get in trouble, it is not gonna be my fault!"

"you'on wanna hotbox?" he asks obviously, making you roll your eyes as you buckle in your seatbelt.

he starts the car up and places one hand on the wheel, ready to find an empty parking lot. he notices how you stare outside the window, hand resting on your cheek. "work piss you off?" you simply reply with, "why?" and he says "you not talkin' like usual and actin' all bothered."

he was right, work did piss you off. but for some reason, he was making you especially nervous today. "ion know, just my manager was on dick today. and i had to train this lil' boy he was pissing me off too. i know he a kid but damn, this why i ain't wanna be a trainer in the first place. i already work overtime most of the week i don't be having the energy for that shit, y'know? he keep giving me all these things to do like my schedule not already tight and i'm busting my ass just to still not get promoted yet." it was nice to get stuff of your chest like this because it really calmed you down. better yet, he knew how to calm you down. he knows how to listen while making sure you're still having a good time.

he eventually pulls up to a gas station. "well, don't let that shit bother you. you probably gon get promoted anyway cause you actually do your job. besides, if that don't happen, i been telling you to quit anyway." getting out the car, he pulls his hoodie over his head and comes to open your car door. "now c'mon." "i don't want noth-"

"i said c'mon, mama, i'm getting you snacks! and i want some too i'm not leavin' you in here."

having no argument, you get out and walk with him inside. since it is late, you're the only ones in there and there's only one cashier in sight. the mid aged lady smiles at the two of you as she notices the door bell ring. you both grab a drink of choice from the freezer and make your way to the counter. he sees your eyes dart to a bag of chips, and he picks it up to place it down before you grab his hand. "you don't have to, con." he ignores you, sliding it to the cashier to scan. "oh, stop it, you act like i haven't payed for your hair before."

"your total is $12.59"

he pulls a 20 out his pocket, handing it to her a taking his change. as you both leave, she says "by the way, you two are such an adorable couple!" but, before you can correct her, connie replies

"thank you, ma'am!"

now, you're both sat in the car laughing at the interaction that just happened. "thank you? for real?" you say through giggling. connie simply shrugs, "i ain't wanna make her feel bad!" in your mind, you began to question his response still. why didn't he say no? "i mean shit, you don't look bad so." he stops, furrowing his eyebrows and side eyeing you. "oh, if i was ugly you woulda had a issue?" you look to the side as he pretends to start to be offended. "well, yeah duh." he laughs in response, you following after. "alright, dude."

eventually, he pulls into a random parking lot. you see a bench and a sign, so you assume this is just some park in the area. luckily, no one's here anyway. connie's hand finds the back of your headboard as backs up into a spot. "found this spot like yesterday, nobody really around at night. plus it's chill, i wanna talk to you and ion wanna be bothered seeing other people around."

you can't help but focus on his jawline as he looks back, barely paying attention to the words coming out his mouth. "you even listenin' to me?" he snaps you back into reality. you turn back in your seat as you smack your lips and he chuckles, settling back into his seat. he picks up from where he started, rolling a blunt for the both of you. once he finishes he pulls out a lighter from his glove department, bringing it to his mouth. your eyes pay good attention to his eyes glancing down at the wood, his fingers, his mouth as he inhales, and the way he looks at you after he puffs out smoke.. god he looked fine.

"damn, you gon' take it?" he asks before you even get the chance to zone out completely. you mutter "my fault" before taking it and bringing it to your own mouth. now, its his turn to examine your movements. you don't even notice him eyeing you: the way your acrylics look as you hold it, your makeup still looking nice after a full day of work, your closed lids, the way you're slightly titling your head back... fine as fuck he thinks to himself. he takes off his hoodie as his body warms up. when you look back at him, you see his toned arms in the moonlight and your face begins to heat up. "you feel better, ma?" you nod in response, attempting to contain yourself. however, he can't help but examine you and you begin to notice. "so, what you wanna talk abt?"

he uncharacteristically fiddles with his thumb and looks down. "well shit..." you take another hit, still making eye contact with him. "after that thing just happened it kind of reminded me even more," he takes a pause. he puts his hand out, and you pass the blunt to him before he continues. he brings it to his lips, slowly inhaling. then as he exhales,

"what if we was a couple?"

you take a second, nearly being took out your high that barely started coming over you. "oh.. uhm-"

"not like that, just what if, y'know?" he quickly interjects to save himself from possible rejection. "yeah of course....well, ion know like i said you not ugly." you end up shrugging. sure, you guys are friends, but it would be a complete lie to say you haven't thought about it yourself. you had just never planned on voicing it. "well, what do that mean?"

"i don't know, you not ugly. if we talking hypothetically you my type i guess." you explain, avoiding saying how you actually feel. "i guess is crazyyy." he leans back in his seat, throwing one of arms behind his head as he takes another hit. "so, i'm yo type?"

you feel yourself start to smile. "now what do you mean, sir?" he simply laughs. "i think you pretty too, y/n." his statement catches you offguard, and you find yourself speechless. he only laughs more and looks straight at you, now half-lidded with red hued eyes. "you ain't notice me starin' at you for how many times you been in my car? and you the only girl i really be having in my car, you basically my passenger princess."

the name passenger princess makes you feel warm in a place that you are not willing to acknowledge. "...well, i been starin' at you too. surprised you ain't notice" he's quiet for a second, then looks down at his lap with a smirk. "i did." you smack his arm and he's now in a fit of laughter as he relishes in your embarrassment. after a minute, he smiles at his eyes cant help but focus on your lips. "what?"

he takes a minute to think over the choices he's about to make. and after some thinking, he comes to a conclusion. "...c'mere, mama."

you stare at him for a second, questioning if this is a good idea. but, the way his arms look after removing his hoodie and the way he's manspreading is definitely blinding your judgement. so, you find yourself climbing in his lap just slightly raised up enough so you're not actually sitting on him. but, his hand wraps around your waist and makes you sit down. "aw c'mon, why you bein so shy? it's just me." and he's right. this isn't even the first time you've been this close to him or sat on his lap. your friendship has very little... boundaries. or better yet, you two have a closer platonic relationship than others.

he stares back at you as he raises the blunt in his hand to your lips. you take a hit, blowing smoke directly in his face. you both smile and laugh softly, connie biting his bottom lip. "you so goddamn fine, i swear."

all you respond with a soft giggle as you lean closer into his chest. he wraps an arm around your shoulders and holds eye contact. finally, you both slowly lean in, closing the distance between your faces. his lips instantly catch yours and set a steady pace. he tastes like soda and indica, but right now that is so delicious to you. subconsciously, you slowly move your hips on his laps in rhythm with the movement of your lips on his. he lowly grunts and pulls away. "woah, what you trynna do?" he mumbles, eyeing your body on top of his. "shit, i been holding in a lot, con... i'm on what you on."

his eyes find your thighs, then comes back up to your red, lazy eyes. "you sure, ma?" you bite your lip, "yeah... you want to?" a soft chuckle leaves his lips and he leans back in, centimeters away from your lips. "i been wantin' to do so much to you, y/n, i wanna make you mine.."

his lips crash onto yours and his hands immediately find your ass, massaging the plush skin hidden by your leggings. your tongue finds it way into his mouth and he matches you, tongues dancing with each other. you can feel his boner from under you, and you hope he can't feel you throbbing on top of him. he pulls away again, and tugs at the hem of your leggings.

"can i move these, baby?" he asks. you nod, and he pulls them down to your knees. you shimmy them off knowing you're better off without them restricting your ankles. in return, he scoots you back and he unzips his pants, pulling them down to reveal his stiff hard dick under his boxers. nearly drooling, you eagerly move back up and kiss him again. you grind your hips on his lap once more, moaning into his lips at the feeling. his hand go to guide you and kneed on your ass. he groans into the kiss, you making him harder than he already was.

then, you pull away. he takes a second to look down and notices the wet spot forming on his boxers. he smirks to himself, "damn, baby you that wet?" you look away, still grinding on him. he laughs to himself at your reaction then slides his hand down, pulling your underwear to the side. this thumb finds your clit and you gasp at the sudden contact. he rubs slowly, eyes glued down. he pays attentions to the way your hips begin to buck upward at his touch. then, he slowly slides two fingers into your entrance. "o-oh fuck-!" you moan out. looking back up to you, he licks his lips and focuses on you. "like that, mama?"

you hum in response, eyes closing with pleasure. grinning, he curls his fingers and earns a louder moan sliding out your lips like butter. the sound of you and your wetness as he plays with you is music to his ears. "c-connie..." as you moan out for him, he perks up teasingly. "hm, baby?" you open your mouth to speak, and cut yourself off with another moan. "i- fuck.. i need you"

"need what, babygirl?"

you whine, knowing he's making you say it. "..need you t' fuck me, bae.."

with that, he slips his fingers out of you, bringing them to his mouth and keeping eye contact as he licks them clean. while he does this he lets you pull him out his boxers, dick springing out. you already had a feeling, but he's big. you stroke him slowly, taking notice of how he squirmed in your touch. "fuck, y/n.." his hips buck upward and his lids close for a second, slightly throwing his head back. you end up throwing off your underwear, leaving you in only your hoodie you left the house in.

"take yo time, okay?" he says softly as you lift up. you nod, and finally begin to sink down onto him. he bites his lips as he feels your slick coating him as you slide his dick into you. your hands grip his shoulders as you sit all the way down, feeling every inch of him. you both moan at the feeling. after a few seconds, you start moving up and down on him. your head falls into the crook of his neck, moaning onto his skin and sending chills down his spine. "f-fuck...baby.."

his hands find your hips, following your movements. "damn baby, just like that.. ride that shit.." you pick up the pace and your grip on him tightens. he now goes to grips your ass, helping move you up and down on all his length. "fuck-! 's so big.." you're whining and moaning into his shoulder, working yourself on him.

connie starts to move his hips in unison with you. "yeah, you like that shit? he starts grinning, looking at your face buried into him. "mhm.. love this dick.." your slick is staining his boxers even more as it drips down while you coat his dick in arousal. "i know, mama, this pussy takin' me so well... you wet f' me." he smacks your ass, earning a small gasp out of you. "look at me, ma."

you lift your head and he smiles at you, admiring your current state. "sexy as fuck.." he moves to massage your hips before pecking your lips. "love you, princess." your heart flutters, as well as your pussy, and your lips form a small smile. "love you, pa" you circle your hips on him and he hums with satisfaction, curses falling out his mouth. "yeah, just like that.. so fuckin' good.."

you ride him with intent, doing it like you had always did in your fantasies. "you feel so good.." you moan, your hole gripping him tighter. "fuck.. i know, ma, i know. takin' this dick so well."

a knot begins to form in your stomach and your eyes squint again as you look back at him. "baby, 'm gonna cum.." you moan, now moving up and down faster. in response, he begins fucking up into you at the same pace.

"mhm c'mon, nut all on this dick." your moans grow in volume and you become putty in his hands. "fuckfuckfuck!" you cry out as your eyes close shut, and you're slamming your ass down on him as you chase your high. he moans as he watches you, holding you tighter. "yeah, there you go mama..." soon, you begin writhing on him as you cream on top of him, painting his dick white. you can feel the strings of your own cum as he continues to thrust into you, reaching his own orgasm. "c-connie! fuck!"

"'m close baby, 'm close, i know." his breathes are frantic and his head is thrown back. "holy fuck, baby.. shit-!" he pulls out as he jerks himself, releasing himself on your ass. you both lay on each other, out of breath as you come down. he looks at you, a smile growing on his face. "don't you go fuckin' somebody else like that, you mine now."

you smile back tiredly, leaning in to kiss him. this kiss is slow, and loving. you pull away, "and you mine."

© rumisgf

[vampireg1rl]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE SWEETEST PRETTIEST MOST SMART CUTE BOY EVERRRR MY BABY ARMIN ILY 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼

[bunnisari]

pairing ✩ — plug!connie x hyperfem!spoiled!black!reader

warnings ✩— nothing much just fluff, money, pet name daddy is used

“I SWEAR TO GOD BABY,” Connie placed your 6 week old dog back into your lap. “Keep this fucking demon away from me” Your sparkly glossed up lips pouted, petting Marshmallow. “She’s just a baby” Connie bought the dog for you because you keep talking about how much you wanted one. He got the exact breed and everything. Since then, you’ve been so attached to the fluffy animal and Connie was a little jealous.

“She ate my fucking Bapestas” Connie quickly counted the band that was sitting in his lap.

“Boy hush, it was a small little bite. Your shoes are perfectly fine” You pressed a kiss to his cheek, leaving it shiny and glittery.

“So what are we doing today?” You finally bring up your original question. Connie called you to tell you to be ready at 3.

You were dressed in a pink juicy couture tracksuit and some pink custom AF1’s Connie bought for you. His initials hanging off of your neck in shiny diamonds.

“Got a few clients today and wanted to take you with me, wanna take you shopping afterwards.” Connie spoke while keeping his focus on the 5th band that sat in his lap.

“You don’t have to, you just ordered me like $1000 worth of shoes” You loved the treatment Connie gave you but didn’t wanna take all of his money. Although Connie was willing to give you all of it and put you on his will.

“I know but my baby passed all her finals. You deserve the world” You let a smile creep onto your face. Connie always knew how to make you feel so special. He only ever wants the best for you, seeing as he dropped out of college. He just wants for you to be as successful as possible and stunt on all these hoes.

You grabbed his jaw, turning his head to face you before kissing him repeatedly on the lips. A smile broke out onto his face. “I love you so so so so much” You pressed one more kiss to his lips.

“I love you more ma” Connie pressed a kiss to your cheek, staining your lip gloss on it. He reached for the duffel bag in the backseat and placed 3 bands in, handing the rest to you. “This is for your rent and whatever else you wanna spend it on, kay?”

You held back the urge to scream, feeling just so spoiled.

“Thank you daddy” You tease and place the money in your tote bag.

Connie puts the car in drive and looks over at you as he pulls from in-front of your house, seeing you already distracted as you scroll on Sephora.

“Spoiled brat” He mumbles

[jjkprncss]

FEEL SO GOOD - LEVI ACKERMAN

TW: PRAISE, SEX, ROUGH (ISH)

A/N: another quick lil post bc sb said I don't post enough aot stuff:p

820 pm, Santa Monica CA

"look at me when you bounce on it yn … just like that" he chuckled deeply as his hand held your jaw tightly, forcing you to look at him. his free hand snaked from your waist, tracing across your soft brown skin to your ass, slapping it as if it was a reflex.

"levi … no please …" you hesitated trying to pull your face away from his but of course, you failed. both levis hands gripped your ass, guiding your movements as he began bucking his pale hips up into yours. "why no? you look so pretty yn … why don't you think so?"

youve been feeling insecure lately and life has been so stressful. your annoying boss, the hot weather is causing you to sweat your edge control out constantly, breaking out, and people just being annoying as fuck.

soon enough, you told your fiance that you haven't been feeling yourself and he's been trying to make things easier for you. giving you warm baths, ordering your favorite food, and buying you sweet gifts. sadly even with his efforts nothing helped. what would make it worse, are you lashing out at him constantly on small things. levi, being the confident man he is thought nothing of it because he knew you were going through a hard time. but that didn't stop him from trying to make you happy.

"you're so smart yn, you know how to use your words so why don't you use them?" he groaned, gripping onto your hair and earning a slight gasp from you.

the mixture of pleasure from his dick pumping in and out of you, and the pain from your thick hair in his hand gave you an everlasting feeling of euphoria.

your eyes widened as his tip rammed against your cervix as you dug your neatly painted french tips into his muscular thighs

"I … I dont- ngh … know!" you screamed, your mouth still hanging open from the feeling of lust filling the room. "you're so pretty to me you know that?" he cooed, slowing down the pace of his hips as he pulled to close, his soft pink lips leaving kisses along your jawline.

"lookin' so pretty taking this dick … just like a good girl yea?" you squealed, nodding your head profusely as you felt yourself clench tighter around him. "ouh fuck I felt that … you like when I call you a good girl yn? that shit turn you on doesn't it?"

you bit your bottom lip, slowly grinding your hips into his as his hand cupped your left breast, pinching at the nipple. "yesss" you whined, looking down at his veiny hand.

"such a good girl yn … responding to me … look how smart you are"

[kenm4vhs]

they’re eternally my roman empire