#maybe i should draw like that more.... explore that vein of my style n all that fun stuff

[starheirxero]

Your art is so dang cute!

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[venenatd]

just friends; eren jaegar x reader

summary: you and eren are best pals and have both recently be dumped. so, a plan to get over your exes is needed! what’s better than going out on the town trying to find quick fucks >:) also eren is a smug bastard but kinda has a heart of gold??

content: smut / nsfw 18+. minors dni. (choking, unprotected sex, creampie drinking, drunk sex, possessiveness ig? dirty talk, both of them want to be dominant tbh. slight size kink, oral both m and f receiving. female bodied reader) 

i am new to this pls let me know if i should add anything!!

word count: 5.8k words of unedited content 

a/n: uh so i never thought i’d be back on my tumblr bullshit at 23 but hey after years without the app i’m back. i needed to get out the h-word and this is what happened. enjoy and i’m sorry if it’s terrible lmao

“You look different” 

Frowning at the man waiting ever so patiently for you on the sofa, you look a little defeated. “Is that meant to be a compliment, Eren?”. He sighed, raising his eyebrows at you. To be fair, maybe you did. Wearing a figure hugging black dress, that definitely just hid your ass cheeks, hair styled and sprayed in place, dark lipstick and makeup on your face. Usually Eren would have seen you in sweats, always running a little late for class, snack in hand. 

“Different isn’t bad,” he offered, checking the watch that lay on his wrist, ��are we ever going to get to the bar? Your plan will fall through if you’re not careful.”

Ah, the plan. Both you and Eren were newly single. In your final year at university, having managed to keep each relationship going until almost the end. Ironic. Weren’t most meant to fail in the first year? But alas, your partners had decided it was the end within a couple of weeks each other, and as you and Eren had been close since you met on orientation day, you each took to the other for comfort. You had done the crying first, going to him the minute your call with the ex had ended. Leaving wet splotches on his shirt, he had calmed you, only for you to do the same to him later. Now the crying was done, it was time to move on, and what better advice to follow than getting under someone to get over another?

“I just need to look hot enough for a guy to fuck me.”

“What a romantic you are.”

“Shut up Er-”

Eren shifted from the couch, interrupting your usual sass, “and what about me, y/n? Do I look beautiful?”. He threw in a wink with his comment, his aura of cockiness always radiating. You rolled your eyes, before studying his figure. His dark hair half pulled back into a bun, the rest draping his neck and onto a deep emerald green silk shirt, with the top few buttons loose, tucked into dark pants. A ring on each hand, fingers with chipping black nail polish, and to top it off, a thin chain on his neck. You hated to admit it and add to his smug demeanour but... the man did look good. 

“Gorgeous as always Eren,” you said sarcastically, even if it was truthful, “I’m sure there will be a queue of women who are wanting to jump on you.”

“Not if they aren’t all taken already,” he taps at his watch. Whilst the two of you had already been drinking as he waited for you to get ready, it was definitely on the later side.

“Order the uber, and we can go.”

Walking over to him and adding shoes to your outfit, you present yourself before him, a cute little smile playing on your lips. He’s staring down at his phone, quickly going through the motions for the ride. Finally, he looks up to catch your eyes. His jade pupils flick down slightly, and he hopes you miss that they land at the cleavage you’re sporting in your current get up. He flicks your nose, earning a scowl from you and a smile from him.

“You look perfect”

The club is far fuller than you both expected, dance floor and tables taken up and crowded round. Luckily, you had managed to secure you and Eren a pair of seats at the bar, and you were currently on your third..? Fourth drink of the evening. Green eyes watch your lips carefully, as you finish the vodka and lemonade. 

“So, anyone take your fancy?” he prompts, looking around at the mess of people.

Humming, you scan the area. There’s some people you recognise from class, but plenty more you don’t know. Fucking friends seems like a bad move, even in your tipsy state, so you look to the strangers faces. They don’t look like him. Ugh. 

There’s a few options though, and as you point them out to Eren they come with brief descriptors: dark hair and stubble, wide set blonde. He tuts at the options, sarcastically letting out a “sure sure, I see the appeal”. 

“And how about you, anyone you like the look of?” you ask with a sigh.

Christ, Eren thinks to himself. It’s been long enough that he hasn’t had to look for someone else. Sure there were attractive people in the world, but with her around, he hadn’t needed to give anyone else a second look. His palm moves to the back of his neck, stretching out behind him with a huff. “Let’s look on the dance floor?” he offers, clearly not as eager as you were tonight. Moving his hand back down, he holds it out for you, pulling towards the throng of people.

He looks effervescently cool like this. Shirt open, hair starting to fall from his bun. Eren is looking around at the people surrounding the two of you. The two of you had been working in circles, allowing each other an eyeful as the club goers move around the space. As a group of guys push their way from the dance floor to the bar, you get shoved towards Eren. Heels were never quite your forte, and you stumble against him, hands on either side of his chest. Grinning down at you with that smug little smile that annoyed you so much, Eren brought large hands to your waist, pushing you away a little. But his hands stay there as he continues to sway to the music, making no effort to break the contact. And so you bring your arms up to his neck, allowing his movements to carry you on time to the song. For the first time in the past couple of weeks, you feel light. Your chest isn’t constricted by some foreign weight. It’s just you and your best friend, buzzed and free.

Colours change above you, as you look up to Eren, him down to you. A playful grin takes his lips as he pulls you a little closer, you so easily accepting the narrowing distance. Your black silk meets his deep green, chest pushing into his. You carefully analyse his features, seeing if he attempts to check you out like earlier. 

Was it the alcohol making your cheeks so warm? Lit up by a purple hue, you watch his eyes return to exploring the crowd, his hand still holding on to you. His smirk falters, his eyebrows creasing together. You’re not moving in circles anymore, Eren pausing in his movements as he thinks about what to do next. He shouldn’t lie to you, but seeing your ex at the bar would really harsh the night. Under his fingers, he can feel your body tense, suddenly unsure at how close the contact between you was. 

But Eren doesn’t want you to know, he doesn’t want you to be distracted by your ex tonight. He doesn’t want to see your hurt little face anymore. The way your eyes would be red and puffy the next day. The way he would feel your shoulders heaving under his arms. You don’t deserve that. Hell, you didn’t deserve the huge amount of shit your ex had put you through over the years he’d known you. Eren would sit back and listen to you rant, support you where he could. But fuck that guy. And he wasn’t sure what sparked in his chest, but Eren’s jade orbs are trained straight back on you. His eyebrows calm, tension releasing from them. As you can turn to scope out whatever had changed his body language so suddenly, he catches your jaw. 

Beginning to slowly move again, his eyes have narrowed, taking in the way the dress hugs you, the shine on your skin from the hot dance floor. Eren couldn’t quite figure out what was intoxicating him right now. Definitely a lot of alcohol, but also a sudden… possessiveness. He didn’t want you in pain anymore. Eren wanted you in pleasure. His breath is suddenly on your neck, making your hair raise. 

“I’ve only seen one person I’m interested in tonight.” 

“Oh?” you squeak, before clearing your throat a little. The new deep notes in his voice catch you off guard. It almost sounds like he’s… No. He’s your best friend. The little looks you’d been giving each other all night were just two people looking out for one another, two people seeing each other happy for the first time in a while. Your voice is calmer as you ask light-heartedly, “and who would that be?” 

His lips are so close to your ear. 

“You.” 

“Eren-” your hands move from behind his neck, resting on his shoulders. You need to see your best friend's face, you need to know if he’s joking right now. If he’s mocking you. When you draw back, you see his face. Smug, as always. Fuck you’ve always wanted to knock that cockiness down a peg. Cheshire smile showing his teeth and his eyes looking down at you. Half lidded eyes, pupils blown. He’s not joking. Fuck.

“Can I kiss you?” 

Your breath is caught in your throat. All too aware suddenly of each of his finger pads pressing into your skin, the contact feeling like fire with the added alcohol. But, you find yourself nodding, the yes just escaping your lips before he’s pressed into them.

Large hands travel to your hip, and up your back, pressing you into him. You can feel his body, tense in exhilaration against you, hands back around his neck. One travels up to the nape of his back, tangling into his hair and pulling him deeper into you. The music is all consuming, you can feel the bass in your body, you can feel Eren against you, you can feel the adrenaline coursing through your veins. 

Eren’s hand on your back travels up, echoing your placement on him, to hold the back of your neck. He doesn’t want you to go, you feel too good. The heat between your bodies could suffocate him. His thumb puts pressure under your jaw, he isn’t even sure you can feel it. But he can, measuring your pulse racing underneath the pad. He’s smiling into this kiss, this all consuming kiss.

His tongue swipes at your bottom lip, and you’re all too eager to allow him into your mouth. Tasting the whisky from your home, tasting the coke from the club. His teeth take your lip nipping slightly, before sucking the plump of it into his mouth. You both come up for air, eyes meeting in acknowledgment of the situation.

“Wanna get out of here?”

The drive home had only served to heap tension between you. As clearly that it was that you wanted each other, you would have to wait a while longer. Your thighs pressed together, slowly inhaling and exhaling. Going through your mind was whether this was a good idea, staring out at the city passing by you. Eren was your friend. You were dating another man two weeks ago. The same man that had previously asked you if he needed to be worried about Eren. You’d laughed it off, because it was Eren. You were brought out of your thoughts when you felt him grip your leg, a little too harshly at first, before settling, leaving a gentle pattern of circles and lines on your inner thigh. It was Eren.

Just one hallway. You had to make it one hallway to get into your apartment. One hallway left to come to your senses. And just like he read your mind, Eren is once again touching you, just his hand on yours pulling you backwards. You twist just in time, his hands instantly cupping your cheeks as he kisses you, deeply and intensely. Pushing you back into the wall, you pray a neighbour doesn’t walk out now. His knee is pressing gently between your legs, and you allow it. Your fingers sink into Eren’s arms, lightly covered by the fabric yet you can still feel the muscle underneath, relaxing and tensing as he pulls you closer. 

His lips are making their way to your jaw, lifting your chin upwards, tentatively licking the bone before moving downwards still, sucking and nipping and licking your neck. A whimper breaks through. You really need to get inside. Gripping his hair, you sharply pull backwards.

“Not going to play nice, huh?” 

When did he speak like this? The playful and shit-eating grin your friend Eren always wore was replaced by something darker, his words laced with intent. 

“Don’t challenge me.” 

You were off, finally at your door, making quick work with the lock, moving in first before he followed. The door shut as you pushed Eren against it, usual doe eyes being taken over with a deep lust. Your hands are instantly at his belt, as his hands find your face once again. This time he’s grabbing your hair, making you look up at him as he glares down at you. You’re constantly challenging one another in conversation, and it’s translating to the bedroom far too easily. 

Lips are on one another again, as you leave the belt and start towards his shirt. You bite down on his bottom lip, earning a hiss from him, and you feel his hand being brought around your throat. He doesn’t add too much pressure, checking if this turn is indeed okay with you. When you push against the weight, he takes the gleam in your eye as a yes, and uses the force to push you against the next wall, finally moving off the front door. 

It’s a constant battle to get to the bedroom, both of you taking control for short bursts. Eren pulling the thin straps of your dress down, you untucking his shirt. His muscular torso is on full display, and you had never viewed it in this light before. 

Finally he pushes you onto the bed, situating himself between your legs. Your kisses are sloppy and infused with alcohol. Hands are desperate with one another, both of you needing to be closer. Are you scared if the contact ends your thoughts will return to sanity? 

Eren’s hot and heavy over you, his hands seem everywhere at once. Smoothing up your thigh, digging in slightly to the flesh when you grind against one another. His hands rest at your hips for a moment, and he’s looking down at you, still fucking smiling. All at once, he’s flipped you over his prominent hard on pressing into your ass. He’s whispering in your ear, leaving wet kisses along your neck, to your shoulder blades. Fingers take the zip at the back of your dress, slowly and carefully pulling it down, leaving licks and pecks as he goes. It’s torturous. 

You attempt to speed things up by rutting your ass against his crotch, and you think you hear a quiet moan, before his hand is brought down to the fabric, smacking your cheek. You gasp, turning your head to look at him. Eren is too occupied in taking in all of your body, his green eyes are darkened with authority and lust. His nimble fingers play with the short hem of your dress, thumb dipping beneath, before he pushes the silk up. 

You both let out soft fuck’s, as his hands grab at the plump of your ass. It’s like he’s testing the softness, the way your flesh responds to his touch so easily. He slaps at you again, earning a sharp moan from you. Eren’s leaning down, his mouth once again trailing across the apex of your behind, leaving trails of saliva as he goes. Before you can even register the new sensations you can feel a soft pressure against your clothed cunt, just enough to let you know the presence of his hand, but not enough for you to get off on. You’re mewling, once again trying to get closer to him. This time he allows it, eagerly pressing his ring and middle finger to your clit, allowing you to grind upon them. 

Seeing you underneath him like this… it’s new and strange and so fucking hot. He’s watching you desperately try and fill the need building in your core, and he can only feel his cock twitch in his pants as he sees you coming undone. If you wanted more, he could definitely give it to you. Bringing his large hands away, to the flimsy fabric that was covering you, he pulls it down, exposing you to him. His heart and dick fucking jump. His hands return to your ass, watching the jiggle as you move and whimper. Spreading you, he brings his face down, breath tingling on your most sensitive areas.

Your breath catches in your throat as his tongue, gentle at first, licks between your folds. He’s tasting you, he’s moaning into your pussy, as you write beneath him. Eren’s hands are squeezing your ass cheeks, holding you still as you try to grind against his face. 

“Patience, y/n”, he says, with a slap on your behind again. 

“Fuck you,” you hiss. 

“You will be in a minute, baby girl, don’t worry.”

You go to make a retort but he’s instantly back, licking up your slit and a deep moan escapes you. Jesus you can feel the smile on his lips as he’s back on your pussy. Eren is so proud of the sounds he can draw from you. He wonders if your ex could make you come undone so easily. 

You taste sweet and saccharine on him, and he doesn’t hold back the groan as he further works his way into you. Hardened tongue moving it’s way from your entrance down to your clit. He swipes at it, before moving away again. Kissing your thighs, kissing the skin between your holes. Every now and then he’ll move back to your clit, allowing you a moment of pleasure before he’s teasing again. “Fuck, please”. Your whines are being smothered by the sheets, and Eren wants nothing more than to hear them, loud and clear.

Eren’s ringed fingers make their way to your hair, his face lifting from between your legs. He pulls you back round, and holy shit you can see how wet you are on his face. There’s a sheen to his lips and chin, and instinctively you reach up to his neck, pulling him back on top of you. Your tongue meets his, tasting your tartness on his mouth. A hand makes it way back down in between your thighs, playing and parting your folds. Your hand in turn reaches up his neck, pulling sharply at his hair once again. “Eren. More- please” you get out in between staggered breaths. 

“Aw, since you asked so nicely” his eyes watch your expression closely as his thumb rests on your clit, his finger swiftly moving inside you. Your eyebrows raise and knot, eyes wide and lips parted. But he keeps it still as your legs shaked around his arm. “Eren, move” you demand this time. 

“Oh, that’s not so nice. I liked it when you were polite.” He starts to retract his finger, thumb gently swabbing your clit so you’ll know what you miss.

“Please, please, please, Eren, please” you speak before he even gets the first knuckle out. All the teasing was creating a tightness in your lower stomach. 

“Much better.”

You whine as he continues to pull his finger from you, until he pushes it back in, curling his solitary finger up. Your fingernails are pressing deep into the muscle of his bicep, feeling how it moves as he finger fucks you. He’s hitting that perfect spot inside you again and again, and his thumb is swiping eagerly on your clit. 

Eren can feel you fluttering around his finger, desperate for more, desperate to release on him. He adds another finger, your wetness allowing him entrance easily. He wants to fuck you so bad, his cock so hard it felt like it was about to burst. 

He pushes your hands off him, leaving crescent moon indents deep in his skin, he works his way back down. He brings the black silk with him this time, fully being able to take in your body as you’re left naked before him. Holy shit you’re beautiful. He doesn’t want to stare too long and make you shy. But he still kisses his way down, before he’s back at your pussy. 

This time he allows you more movement, letting your fingers work their way back into his hair, letting you roll your hips against his tongue and stubble. 

With his spare hand he pulls out his cock, slowly pulling at it, before he realises he can’t do that for too long without cumming before the main event. Instead he reaches up, rolling your perked nipples in between his fingers. There are so many sensations on your body, and Eren can feel your cunt beginning to tighten around his fingers. You hold your breath before letting out little moans, building towards reaching your height.

“You want to cum on my fingers?

Your back is arching, whispering “yes, yes, yes, please” as your walls are tightening around him. He quickens the pace, making sure to hit that spot inside you over and over. Thighs around his face, he can feel your slick pooling in his mouth, and coating his chin once again. 

Your gummy walls are so tight around his thick fingers, he needs you to finish, watch you fully unravel below him. Sucking and licking at your clit, he’s pushing you towards the edge. 

“Eren-” his name is strangled coming out of you, and then your moaning, undulating your cunt against his mouth, riding out your orgasm. 

His jade eyes look up at you, watching as you pull your head up to look at him, before another wave of pleasure hits you and you have to arch your neck and look back up. He waits for you to come down, letting you fuck his face and fingers. Grinding against his stubble and tongue as you let out pitiful and beautiful moans. You’re so fucking wet, the sounds coming from between the two of you should be forbidden, as you release onto him. 

Finally he withdraws, using his forearm to wipe his face. He lies next to you, allowing you a moment as he draws little circles on your stomach. Eren has never quite looked at you in this light. Sure, you were pretty, and the two of you were obviously close. But now you’d walked a line that couldn’t be undone. You weren’t over your ex, and as okay as Eren was with what had happened between you, he didn’t want you to run. He’s overcome with thoughts, looking down to your chest and the heavy breaths you were taking. All he could pray was that you weren’t pretending he was someone else. 

But as Eren is getting caught up in his own mind, you’re twisting, hand reaching to his crotch, cock having been recaptured by his boxers. Palming him, you feel how big he really is for the first time. Fingers trace the edge of his pants and underwear, and he lifts his hips, allowing you to pull them down. Shit. His dick slapped back to his stomach, precum leaking from the top of his pink head. He was bigger than you’d imagined, because of course you’d imagined it a couple of times.

Your hand looks so small around his cock, but you slowly tease him, his deep green orbs following your movements. Bringing your head down to him, you kitten lick the precum from the top of his dick. He hisses gently, and you look up at him with these big doe eyes, so fucking eager to please.

You push your lips around him, hollowing your cheeks and flattening your tongue as you begin working along his shaft. He moans just at the sight of you, your eyes peeking up through dark lashes. His hand goes through your hair, eagerly pushing you deeper around him. 

He lets out a hoarse, “is this okay?” before you put your own hand on his pushing it for the both of you. You don’t even want to come up for air, you just want him close to you, inside you. 

You were learning far more about each other than you had expected, as Eren takes back over. He pushes himself further into you, muttering a good girl that has you whining. The vibrations around his cock make his hips buck, and now you’re gagging as his length hits the back of your throat. He holds you there instead of letting you off, and your nails are sharp against his thighs.

His head lolls back as he starts to move his hips under you, moving you in turn with your hair. He picks up the pace quickly, allowing saliva to drool from you and straight to his cock. 

Your eyes prick, big fat tears forming at the corners. But you’re enjoying this way too much, the moans and gasps he gives make you moan, pressing your thighs together for some kind of friction. 

He takes your jaw in his grasp, allowing you a moment to catch your breath. Your tongue sits out your mouth, him smacking the head of his dick on it. He notices your tears then, the mascara that’s running a little. He swipes at the corner of your eyes, leaning down to press a kiss into your forehead. 

Bringing you up to him, your dripping folds sliding across his length. His lips are on your cheeks, across your jaw, licking up your neck before reclaiming your plush lips once again. You continue grinding against one another, tongues slipping in and out of each other's mouths. Eventually Eren brings his hands to your hips, lifting you up as you hold his shaft up.

Your foreheads are pressed together as he slowly pushes inside you. The stretch is burning and all-consuming, eyes pricking up again as you feel him hit your furthest wall. Eren breathes out heavily, “So fucking tight”

You roll your hips, allowing some friction from him on your clit. It helps your muscles relax a little, and balancing your hands on his shoulders you push yourself up and down, using his length for your own pleasure. Eren’s eyes don’t leave your form, watching your breasts bounce and how your eyes flutter close as he fills you entirely.

“You really did want to be fucked, huh? Look at you�� he teases you, watching as you go to talk back before he thrusts his hips up. It leaves the words caught in your throat.

His pace maintains, holding you in place as he fucks up into you, feeling your cunt clench around him. There are long moments where you hold your breath, holding his cock tight within you. Then you’ll release and moan, before holding it in again. Well, Eren is all too happy to help you with that. 

One hand grabbing the flesh of your hip, the other wrapping around your throat, he pushes into you at a punishing rate. Your eyes go wide at the sudden restriction of your throat, feeling the cold metal of his ring against your pulse. 

“Who knew this about you? That you were such a slut?”

As much as he knows you want to deny it, you want to smack the smugness from his voice, he can feel your pussy tighten around him. He sees your eyes roll back a little. 

“You’re getting tighter.” 

The hand on your hip moves down, attempting to hold you in place whilst letting his thumb press over your clit. The sounds of him slapping against your wetness is obscene, and he’s only distracted from it as you whimper out pathetic yes’s and please’s. 

“You wanna cum?” he’s grunting, trying to keep the pace going until you can reach your peak.

You nod against his wide hand, still tight around your neck. “Oh you can do better than that. I already know how bad you want it, slut.”

“Please Eren, please make me cum. I want to cum, please, please, please” you can barely make out the words, your head going light and body tightening.

“Cum for me.” 

You release, and as he can feel the fluttering of your walls around him, he lets go of your throat. The sudden oxygen as you cum leaves you overwhelmed. Burying yourself in his shoulder, he fucks you through it. Cock slapping up into your cunt over and over, somehow being sucked deeper in as you coat his length with more of your own slick. He can feel your nails breaking the flesh of his back as you’re holding on for dear life, moaning his name and even a fucking thank you into his ear.

As you begin to slow, legs shake as you stay straddled over him. He flips you, Eren now firmly on top, slowly moving in and out of you. The stimulation is intense, your cunt sparking at any sensation. 

Caged between his forearms, his hair is a mess thanks to you. You push tendrils back past his ears as he leans down to kiss you once again. This kiss is different. It feels… less desperate. It feels deep and meaningful, caring even.

Your eyes meet in acknowledgment, both of you too worried to speak about the shift in tone. 

He reaches down instead, pulling your leg up and splitting you on his cock. A tongue swipes at your nipple, biting and playing with each as he gradually picks up pace again. You’re still so fucking wet it’s easy for him to thrust into you at a dizzying pace. You can feel all of him against your gummy walls. Each time he passes that special spot inside you, you moan and gasp, and it’s the best sound he’s ever heard.

His thrusts were becoming more primal, holding your thighs close around his hips. Letting your sweaty bodies collide again and again, his balls slapping against you. The grunts and moans coming from his lips were so infuriatingly erotic. Eren just wanted one more from you, and then he’d let himself finish. If this was to be a drunken mistake, so be it, but he would at least make it memorable. 

Those jade eyes were on you once again, the power and dominance radiating from the immeasurable. He can see you barely being able to hold on, completely fucked out beneath him. You’re moaning and whining, hands moving over the swell of your breasts and playing with your nipples as if it’s going to keep you grounded. 

He sits up, eyes flicking down to where you were conjoined. It took so much restraint not to cum inside you right then and there. Your glistening sex was so tight around him, the wet slapping noises echo again and again. You’re pulling and sucking him in, cream pooling around his length. 

“Give me one more, y/n. I want to feel you cum on my cock.”  

You try to look up at him through heavy lids. Your friend Eren saying this is so taboo. The words he’s said tonight so far from normal for the both of you. You flutter around him, somehow your pussy still wants to be fucked, still wants to push you off the edge one more time. You can feel the coil inside your stomach tightening. 

Eyes rolling back, you can barely keep it together anymore. He’s pounding into you at a startling rate, fingers flicking over your clit again and again and again. 

“P - please, it’s s-so good.” 

Your breaths between words were quick, “you’re so big-”

“Yeah you like that? You like being so full of my cock? Such a pretty face you make when you’re all fucked out.” 

Holy shit.

Eren could tell how much words affected you, your back arching and legs pulling him somehow closer into you.

“Come on, baby. I wanna hear those moans.” he’s grunting, getting so fucking close to losing himself in your cunt. He knows what he wants to hear most though, “say my name. Tell me who’s treating you how you should be”

With that, you’re losing yourself around him again. Writing on the bed, gripping sheets in tightly balled fists. White light taking over your sight as you clench around Eren. This orgasm was the most intense, taking your body by surprise in its overstimulated state. You weren’t even making a noise, just holding on to the high for as long as possible. 

And then you shattered, whining and moaning, whispering his name over and over again. 

As you moved underneath him, Eren kept his punishing pace up until he watched you expel the last of your energy. Name forming on your lips over and over again he falters, releasing inside you. You can feel the stickiness inside you, the sensation of being filled up. Eren watches for a moment as he sees the white pearls forming around your stretched out pussy.

His chest is back on yours as he kisses your neck, shoulders, whatever skin he can. Thrusting back into you a couple of times, he finally pulls out. You feel his cum dripping out of you, but you’re too spent to do anything about it.

Eren lies next to you, both of your bodies attempting to regulate from that. 

“You okay?” 

He’s checking in, making sure he didn’t go too far with someone he genuinely cares for. 

You nod, turning to meet his stare. Giving him a drowsy smile, you’re not sure what comes next. But for now, you’re happy. Curling into his side, he puts an arm round you and lets you rest for a while. As he notices your breathing become deeper, he nestles into you, muttering something about clean up. 

Moving away from you, you can make out some noises of a tap, drawers opening and closing. In your sleepy state you feel him gently wiping at you, two glasses of water being put on the bedside table. Finally he makes his way back to you, and Eren notes how cute you look. Hot and completely fucked out, yes. But also gentle and at peace, allowing the heaviness of sleep taking over.

He rests behind you, wanting to be back in your warmth. He pulls you in closer, wrapping an arm around your waist. The fragrance of you takes over his nostrils, and he’s all too eager to move closer to your hair, pressing one last kiss at the nape of your neck. Whatever tomorrow brings, he hopes it’s not the last time he gets to be this close to you.

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Wish Upon A Star (StepBro!Harry) Part III

Part II

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Current drags the water in far enough to tickle the tips of her toes. A much-appreciated cooling sensation against her hot skin is something to revel in. He’s stretched out on the towel to her right, beads of water caressing his skin from having taken a dip in the ocean a few moments prior. It’s been four days since they’ve arrived in paradise. Her parents have been all loved-up celebrating twelve marvelous years of marriage. She admires how good they are together. Her mum is truly an amazing woman and her dad is as top-notch as they come. In time, she hopes that one day her and Harry can do what they do with just as much brilliance and finesse.

Only now does she realize how much they’ve needed this getaway. Come the fall, they’ll be starting university together in London. The process of filling out applications and sending them in and awaiting their fate had taken a toll on her, Harry as well. Fortunately, they both had been granted admissions to one of their top universities in a city where they could start fresh. 

“You’re awfully quiet,” he’s staring at her with an almost child-like curiosity.

“I’m just thinking,” she trails. He quirks an eyebrow at her, then rolls onto his side and props up his elbow to support his head. She mirrors his actions, so they’re face to face. His hand runs down her side, before it settles on the curve of her waist. “Do you ever think about the future?” It’s a forward question, but one that’s been drifting around in her mind for ages. 

“I do,” he inches closer to her on the towel. He places a chaste kiss to her forehead, then to the tip of her nose. By the way the corners of her mouth are tugging upwards, he knows he should continue. “I see us getting a flat together after graduation, or maybe even during our final year at Uni. By then you’ll be an accountant at some fancy firm and I’ll be designing buildings higher than anyone’s ever seen.”

The way he’s describing their future with such certainty has her heart swelling beneath her chest. “What else do you see?” They’ve never really talked about anything as far as schooling goes, until now that is. 

“If you must know,” he teases and pokes his nose into hers, “once we’re well off with our careers, I’m going put a ring on this finger right here.” He takes ahold of her left hand and thumbs across the base of her ring finger––she’s practically drawing blood from how hard she’s chewing on the inside of her cheek.

“Oh yeah?” the words are almost inaudible.

Harry nods his head vigorously. “Yeah. Then once I’ve knocked you up, we’ll move somewhere we can raise the kids. I’m thinking Dulwich, yeah? Can get a dog too, if you’d like. We’ll watch him chase after the little buggers once they’re home from school.”

She can’t help but giggle at the thought of their children. Hopefully they have his eyes. “How many kids are we talking here?”

He pretends to think, but he’s had the magic number committed to memory for a while now. “Three: Two boys, one girl. I can tell you now, my little angel is going to be a daddy’s girl,” he muses.

“Well, it seems like you’ve got things all figured out,” a blush falls upon the apples of her cheeks and she’s feeling all bubbly inside. He hums in agreement. It’s true. These are the thoughts the he has in bed when she’s fast asleep right next to him. He knows for sure that achieving such a dream will be difficult, impossible even. Things probably won’t turn out as picture-perfect as he’d like, but it doesn’t faze him. If he has to map out different ways to get to her, he will.

***

Harry notices how the rays of light are hitting her features in the most splendid of ways as they walk down stone steps that scatter throughout the island. He pulls his camera out to capture the moment. With a subtle ‘click’, he’s got the memory preserved. Y/n rolls her eyes, he’s been taking endless pictures of her since arriving. He says he wants to remember this holiday years from now and think fondly back to how ethereal she looked in the Grecian sun. Of course, he’s taken numerous shots of other things as well. They had explored the perimeters of the island yesterday. The manager at the hotel suggested they go on the Fira to Oia trail. Magnificent, is what Harry muttered when they reached the edge of the cliff. 

“Let’s head into the market, I promised Carrie I’d bring her something back,” Y/n says to him. He follows her through the crowds of people until they’re stopping at some jewelry stall. Instantly, she’s drawn to a rose quartz necklace arranged in the center of the cart. A beautiful soft shade of pink surrounded by a silver trim. “This is gorgeous,” she mumbles, but it’s more to herself. She picks it up off the cart to further study it. When she turns to ask for his opinion, he’s already wandered off. Her eyes scout the area, and she finds him snapping away on his camera. 

“Oi!” she shouts to him. Once she’s got his attention, he’s bringing the lens to his eye and taking yet another picture of her. He chuckles when he goes to look at it. In it, she’s glaring at him in that cute way she always does when she’s annoyed. 

He jogs back over and cups her face in his palms. She gives him an unknowing look when suddenly he’s attaching his lips to hers. The initial reaction is shock, until she’s grabbing his hips and melting into him. He licks along her lip and she grants him access to explore the expanse of her mouth. The kiss leaves her panting once he’s pulling away. She’s still a little unsure of what’s just happened but feels utterly satisfied at the same time.

***

“What’d you two do today?” They’re eating dinner at the hotel’s restaurant. “I went all the way to your guys’ room this morning, housekeeping said I just missed you,” Eric inquires. He had planned for all of them to do something together as a family. For most of the trip, they’d been subdivided into groups: him and Anne, Y/n and Harry.

Y/n swallows her mouthful of salad. “We went to the market today. Oh, Mum, you’d love it! I got myself the most beautiful necklace,” she gushes dreamily as she thinks back. Harry had bought it for her after their little display earlier. The jeweler had even given him a discount, she said something about how the rose quartz would help preserve their love. (Although Y/n is sure it was just to make a sale.)

Anne smiles in amusement at the girl. She loves how everyone is enjoying the vacation. Husband and wife had spent the day at the spa, and how relaxing it was! She had left the facility feeling years younger. An example of how proper rest and relaxation can do wonders to one’s wellbeing. “Dad and I will probably check it out before we leave,” she turns to look at Harry. “How about you, bub? What were you up to while this one was shopping?“ 

At first Harry doesn’t respond, his attention is fixed on the way Y/n is seductively biting her bottom lip in between her teeth, but it’s unseen by the older pair. He clears his throat. "I’ve got a bunch of shots of the buildings, the architecture here is incredible. My camera is back in the room though, remind me to show you later.” As a future architect, he really appreciates the structural cohesiveness that surrounds them. Greek architecture has always fascinated him and seeing it in person is definitely something to leave him awe-struck. Eric begins asking him questions about style and concept, which he happily responds to. He barely notices her sinking slightly into her chair until he can feel something touch his inner thigh. Casually, he glances down and nearly chokes when he spots her toes resting on the edge of his seat. Anne asks if he’s okay, but at this point, he isn’t sure.

***

After dinner, they’re parting ways on route to opposite sides of the hotel. The parents are staying in a honeymoon suite because according to Eric, ‘a man needs space to love on his wife without interruptions from their brood.’ Consequently, they booked the kids a nice deluxe room a good distance away. It’s not like the younger two mind it though. The arrangement has been quite the luxury for them. Imagine how torturous it would be for the four of them to be in such close proximity to each other––a nightmare is what that is. 

Once he’s sure that they’re away from any suspicious eyes, he’s pressing his front against her bum. When she feels his hardening member poke her, she grinds into him. He lets out a throaty groan and traces along the exposed skin that separates her fitted crop top and maxi skirt. “Can’t wait to get these off you.” She cranes her neck to reach up and place slow sensual kisses along his structured jawline. Her fingers tread through the spaces between his. Both so consumed with each other, they don’t even notice that they’ve managed to make their way to the elevator. Its doors slide open and he’s all but pushing her inside. 

Taking advantage of their isolation, he pushes her up against the wall and brings his lips to dawdle just centimeters away from hers. “You going to kiss me or not?” she taunts, a smirk spreads across her face. He brushes her hair behind her ear and goes to busy himself with the spot just below her lobe. Using the bar handle behind her as support, she leans back and lets out a content sigh as he makes his way down to suck tenderly on her pulse. 

“Should just take you right here, yeah? You love a little thrill, don’t you? It’s why you’ve been teasing me all night,” his voice is dangerously low. “Been so naughty, pet. I think I’m going to have to punish you tonight.” His hand slips past the waistband of her skirt, until it slides down to cup her heat. She lets out a shaky breath as he rubs her through the thin fabric of her panties. Harry has to stop himself from moaning when he feels how wet she is already. “Soaking for me." 

"You don’t have the balls,” she scoffs.

Suddenly, he can feel his blood boiling in his veins. A winded moan passes through her lips when he’s plunging a finger into her. She throws her head back and he’s attacking the skin of her throat, grazing his teeth against the smooth flesh. The way she can feel him curling against her walls has her nearly begging, but not just yet. Despite how much she wants him, she wants to wind him up a bit more. She pushes him away till he’s leaning on the opposite end of the elevator. 

One long stride in his direction, she’s placing more kisses along his jaw, his breath hitches when she’s palming his erection. “What’s the matter, baby?” a mask of innocence conceals the seductress underneath. He’s looking down at her through hooded eyes and parted lips. She brings her lips to press against the side of his mouth. Glancing up at the floor numbers as they pass by, he can’t believe how fucking slow the lift is going. His ears perk once the 'ding’ signals they’ve reached their floor.

They’re growing more impatient as he fumbles with the room keycard. She snatches it from him and inserts the plastic into the socket with ease. He walks her backwards into the depths of the interior. His kisses are selfish and hungry, and hot. The button up he’d been wearing has been discarded somewhere by the door. She moans against him as he’s pulling down her skirt and panties to pool around her ankles. His fingers are back to work as they tease her entrance. It’s a frantic attempt, but she’s finally gotten his trousers off, even in her hazy state. As soon as the back of her knees hit the footboard, they’re tumbling on top of the mattress. He kneels between her legs and kisses up her thigh. “I need you inside of me." 

His pupils are dilated as he licks his lips and scans over her naked body. "Someone’s needy,” he spreads her legs apart. “Look at you, all wet. Is this all for me?” Instead of responding, Y/n flips them over to straddle his waist. He’s caught off guard for moment, but the view of her from this angle is breathtaking. He grabs the camera on the side table and adjusts the focus, so her image is crisp under the dimmed wall lights. “So fucking beautiful.” He tosses it to the side and brings her down to meet his lips in another passionate kiss. 

She lifts herself up, until the tip of him is nudging into her. When she sinks down completely, they’re both chanting each other’s names. His hands go to grip her hips, guiding their movements. They take it slower than previously intended, both deciding to treasure the last night of their holiday. She doesn’t dare break eye contact with him. Although their desperation a few moments ago had called for a rough shag, it’s suddenly become much more. Nothing is said between them, they don’t need words to communicate their inner most desires. Just by the way their bodies move together, can they read what’s on the other’s mind. Eventually, she starts to feel herself unwind. A flash of hot white clouds her vision as she tightens deliciously around him. He bucks into her, wanting to chase his own orgasm. 

“Are you going to cum?” she asks when she’s seeing clearly again. He’s nodding his head and she lifts off him. Harry raises an eyebrow at her, but she just smiles up at him. “Want you to cum in my mouth.” She gives him no chance to respond before her mouth encompasses the length of him. His eyes roll to the back of his head as she swallows him whole.

***

“I’m rather jealous right now. Look at you, you’re glowing!” Carrie exclaims. It’s back to reality for Y/n, and the feeling is bittersweet. Part of her wishes she could stay back in Greece with Harry. The experience had been nothing short of extraordinary. She’s been telling Carrie about her holiday while lounging outside during free period.

“It was nice to able to relax for a while. I don’t remember the last time I felt so free.” Now that they are back in the UK, everything about their relationship is back under the cloaks of secrecy. Carrie shoots her a questioning expression, but Y/n shrugs it off. “I did a lot of exploring, is what I meant. The views from the hills are gorgeous, you’d appreciate it.”

“Yeah, okay. Sure,” it’s obvious her friend isn’t buying into it, but she’s thankful that Carrie chooses not to press any further. “Anyway, did you get me anything?”

Y/n laughs and goes to fish something out of her book bag. She pulls out a small box that she had wrapped just this morning. Carrie excitedly snags the present out of her clutches and tears at the paper. She’s squealing in delight as she looks at the opal earrings in her lap. Just as she’s putting them on, Harry saunters over and plops himself down next to Y/n. 

“Ladies,” he simply greets. He’d just finished up a class early when he spotted the two under the shade of the tree. “Nice earrings,” he compliments, “was dragged around kingdom come with your friend trying to find 'the perfect pair’. Honestly, you should be thanking me.” The comment earns him a painful whack in the ribs and glare from Y/n. For the remaining time, he just listens in on the girls’ conversation. He gets slightly annoyed when Carrie starts asking about if there were any flings with hot Greek boys. Harry can’t help the sneer that escapes him. 

“Does it ever get annoying having such an overprotective brother?” Y/n laughs at her friend’s attempts to poke fun at the boy next to her. “You know, I went to the movies with Isaac from Latin class over the holiday. We started talking and when I mentioned you, he addressed you as 'Harry’s girl.’ I literally laughed in his face! Can you believe the fool didn’t know you two were siblings?” Carrie clutches her stomach at the memory. She doesn’t notice the nervous exchange between Harry and Y/n. Had someone seen them? Surely it was impossible. They had always been so careful.

***

Anne decided to take a few days off to clean the house when they arrived back. She was horrified by how quickly some dust had accumulated in some of the larger rooms. It was also a chance for her to catch up on the bundles of laundry they had brought back. Eric insisted she wait for him and the kids to help her over the weekend, but she wasn’t having any of it. No house of hers is going to be unkempt, not on her watch. 

She opens the door to Y/n’s room to place her clean clothes on top of her dresser. The surface is full of pictures of her daughter’s favorite memories throughout the years. Her eyes land affectionately on their first family picture. It had been taken at her and Eric’s wedding. The two children stood there holding hands as they posed in front of the newly married couple. All those years ago, she had never expected to find love again after her divorce from Harry’s father. The separation had taken a toll on her and her young son. She met Eric at the grocery in a very movie-esque fashion. His cart had bumped into hers and swerved into a display of canned soup. A true cliché if she’s ever heard of one.

Looking down at the pile of folded clothes still sitting in the basket, Anne makes her way towards Harry’s room. She’s surprised at how orderly it appears. Usually she has to yell at him to make it look more presentable. He is a teenage boy after all. 

The camera on top of his desk grabs her attention just as she’s about to walk out. Harry had told her and Eric about the notable pictures he had taken. She admires the way he’s so passionate about architecture, he’ll be making a big name for himself one day. “Let’s have a look then,” she mumbles. The first picture is of Eric at the airport the morning of their return flight home. He’s falling asleep in his seat, Y/n is peeking out behind him and sticking out her tongue. The next is of herself reading one of her daughter’s magazines––Anne makes an internal note to look through that smoothie recipe. 

As she backtracks through those taken the day of their departure, her brows furrow at a photo of Y/n covered by the white sheets of the hotel. By the looks of it, she isn’t wearing anything underneath. She clicks to the next picture and she nearly screams. A picture of her topless daughter in a compromising position, right in front of her eyes. Anne’s heart is racing as she frantically goes through the collection. Between nature shots and architectural shots are pictures of the girl. Most seem to be stolen snaps. Some are at rather intimate angles and distances. She can’t help the thoughts that are running through her head. There’s a terrifying feeling surrounding her, but it’s the confirmation of her fears that has her feeling sick to her stomach. She grabs her phone.

***

The car ride home consists of them singing along to Fleetwood Mac’s ‘Rumours’ album. She is quite annoyed though at how wonderful Harry’s voice is in comparison to her chicken vocals. Once the song is over, she’s turning down the volume, so she won’t need to scream over the music. What Carrie had told them earlier has been bothering her all day. “We’ve been careful, right?" 

He momentarily peers at her, "Of course, love. It’s not like we snog in the hallways or anything.” She rolls her eyes at him.

“I’m being serious! If Isaac’s noticed something, I’m sure other people have too.”

“Baby, Isaac isn’t the brightest bulb out there, you know that. I heard from Jameson that he’s always coming to class high,” he laughs, but he sees she’s still uncertain about all this. He reaches over to take her hand and brings it to his lips. “Don’t worry, yeah?” Her mouth fall into a straight line and she half-heartedly drops the subject. Carrie had refuted the notion of them being linked in that way. Surely there’s nothing to fuss over. 

The volume is raised, and they sit their listening. Both their hands are in her lap as she fiddles with his long fingers. He pulls into their driveway and is surprised to see his dad’s car parked just outside. “Dad’s home early,” he says as he pulls the keys out of the ignition. Eric usually stays at the office until six, Harry glances down at his watch, 4 o'clock.

***

“They’re here,” Anne’s looking at them through the curtains. She turns back to where her husband is sat on the armchair. He nods slowly. Anne had called him up at work in hysterics. Something about their children doing things no siblings should ever do. He laughed at her because the indication was simply outrageous. It was only until he left the office much earlier than he normal and saw his wife crying on the sofa that he saw the picture. 

The front door opens, and the sounds of Y/n giggles fill the house. Harry had cracked the corniest joke, known to man. She doesn’t know where he gets them from. They walk into the living room to see their parents looking all serious. The atmosphere around them is tense.

“What’s with the faces?” Harry asks. He looks at his mother and sees that her eyes are puffy. “Mum, are you alright?” he rushes to her side, but she holds a hand in front of her. Stop. He takes a step back. His eyes move to look back to Y/n, but she’s staring at something else. Following her gaze, they land on the camera in his dad’s grasp.

Eric stands up slowly, holding the camera up. “Explain this,” his voice is harsh. Harry hesitantly takes it from him. His heart stops when he sees it. Y/n waits for Harry to react, but when he too falls silent, she’s snatching the device from him. Tears automatically start to pool at her eyes at the picture of her and Harry, tightly embraced, lips locked.

She looks up to face Eric, “Daddy I-”

“How long,” he interrupts, but he’s looking directly at Harry, but the younger man can’t bring himself to look at him. “How long have you been sleeping with my daughter?” Both of them wince at the pounding of Eric’s shouts. He grabs Harry by the collar, “Fucking tell me!”

Anne rushes to hold on to Eric’s arm, “Calm down, this won’t solve anything.” She’s trying her best not to crack herself. 

“Calm down? Calm down!? Anne, they’ve been sneaking around behind our backs. Don’t fucking tell me to calm down!” He’s seething with anger, frustration, and confusion. How could they have done this to him and Anne? It’s disgusting. 

Y/n gently places her hand on his shoulder, “Daddy, let him go. C'mon stop it…please.” Eric keeps his glaring eyes on Harry, before his fist collides with his face. Both Anne and Y/n scream as Harry falls to the floor. He watches his daughter kneel down beside him and seethes as he’s wrapping a protective arm around her. 

The scene that’s unfolding before her has the heated tears streaming from Anne’s eyes. “We…” she can’t stop herself from choking back a sob, “raised you together as-as brother and sister. This isn’t normal!" 

Harry stands both of them up. He can taste his own blood from where Eric had punched him on the side of his mouth. Y/n is crying into chest, but nothing he can do right now can stop any of this from happening. "I love her,” he boldly states. Both adults sneer at his words, as if it’s impossible to believe he could have such feelings. “You heard me, I’m in love with Y/n,” this time there’s an edge to his tone. 

Anne shrieks, “Don’t be so stupid, Harry. Use your head, she’s your sister!" 

"But not by blood,” Y/n counters when she peels herself away to confront them. “We’re not related. Hell, we don’t even share a last name. There’s nothing binding us besides your marriage.” Older couple and younger couple stare fuming at one another. There’s nothing that can be said to fix this mess the latter two have created. 

“How long?” Eric reiterates the question from before. “For how long has this affair been going on?”

Harry puts his hand to rest on Y/n’s lower back. “A little more than two years.” Eric can’t believe what he’s hearing. 

Two years, over two years of them lying straight to his face. He’s angry at both them for betraying his trust. While he and Anne were out of the house, what were they doing? Judging from the all those pictures on the camera…no. He doesn’t want to think about what they’ve been doing with each other. Whatever anger he’s feeling towards the world right now, he’s angrier at himself for being so blind. 

“I can’t deal with this right now,” he’s grabbing his keys and is walking out of the house. Anne attempts to stop him, he really shouldn’t be driving in such an emotional state, but it’s no use. As she stands defeated looking at the door, back turned to them, she’s never felt so disappointed and hurt in her entire life. Not even sparing them a second glance, she makes her way up the stairs without a word.

Likewise, the two drown in the deafening silence of the room. Y/n wants to march up there and explain to her mum all the reasons why this relationship isn’t wrong. She wants to tell her dad off for hitting Harry, but also plead for his forgiveness. Vulnerable. It’s the only word she can use to describe how she’s feeling. And despite Harry trying to soothe her, the damage has been done. 

They had been caught, their secret’s out.

***

A/N: Drama starts NOW! My god, I’m stressed out just thinking about what’s going to happen to Harry and Y/n. What did you all think? Comments, suggestions, concerns? Tell me here!