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Voice slurred with sleep, you call out into the dark, “Wha–?”

There’s warm hands sliding between your knees, nudging them apart and rousing you from sleep. You blink through the dark, disbelieving and swimming in confusion. Pressing your hand over the top of the covers your fingers trace the outline of broad shoulders.

“Sweetheart,” Dick croaks from between your legs, fingers pressing into your thighs and forcing them apart. “Baby, wanna taste you, miss eating your pretty pussy.”

Pressing his mouth against your inner thigh Dick drags his tongue over the sensitive skin, forcing your back to arch into his firm hands. Biting on the soft flesh he walks the pads of his fingers up and over your hips, slips under your shirt to paw at your breasts.

“Dick,” You mewl, dipping your hands under the covers to sweep through his hair. “What are you doing? It’s four in the morning.”

Pinching at your nipple you shudder, goosebumps rippling down your arms and across your stomach. Dick smiles against your skin, clever mouth steadily working its way up your leg. Stopping at your underwear he presses his tongue over the fabric, gets it damp; sticks it to the wet lips of your cunt.

“Shh,” He says, “Can’t I eat my girl out? Don’t you want me to lick your pussy?”

Groaning under your breath you swear, “You’re fucking insatible.”

“S’not my fault you taste so good, sweetheart.”

Hooking his arms around your thighs he drags you down the bed, tilts your hips so you’re spread out beneath his pretty mouth. Licking along the wet fabric of your underwear from entrance to clit you whine and try to rock your hips up for more pressure, unsatisfied with the barrier.

Clamping his hands around your hips Dick forces you to remain still, uses the strength in his arms to hold you down. Sucking at your throbbing clit through your underwear you throw your head back and try to clamp your thighs around his head. You feel him grin against you before he starts tracing circles over the bundle of nerves with his tongue.

Moaning desperately, your fingers tighten in his hair, “Please take them off.” 

“I don’t know sweetheart, if you can’t handle it with them on, m’not sure I should be taking them off. Maybe I should keep them on, make you come in them instead.”

“No.” You whine, shaking your head and tugging at his hair. “I can barely feel anything. Please–please take them off.”

Ignoring your pleas Dick goes back to pressing his tongue against your clit, sweeping it back and forth, sucking it between his lips and making it twitch. Trying to guide his head where you want it most he growls and moves one hand to slap your inner thigh.

Arching violently you whimper, “Dick–baby, please…you’re being mean.”

Pulling his mouth away he slaps your pussy and you jolt, “M’not being mean, you’re just being pathetic.”

Choking on a fractured breath you try to twist and kick him in the side, but Dick is quick enough to catch your leg and pin it to the mattress. An amused chuckle rumbles through his chest at your frustration and he hovers over your underwear, not quite touching, just letting his breath blow over the fabric.

Pulling at his hair you grumble, “Dick, I swear to fucking god if you keep teasing me like this i’ll–”

Sinking his teeth into your inner thigh he bites down hard enough to leave a perfect indent of his teeth behind. Licking over the marks as you tremble in his hold he spreads your legs wider, leans more of his weight against you to stop you fidgeting.

“You’ll what, sweetheart?” He teases, voice touching the edge of cruel. “I don’t think you can do much of anything other than take what I give you. And believe me, I won’t be giving you very much if you keep this up.”

Tears burn at the backs of your eyes. Making an effort to relax you try to control the reflective thrust of your hips as Dick goes back to sucking at your clit. Moaning quietly your fingers shake against his scalp as he drags his tongue over the throbbing little nub. Wetness soaks into your underwear and Dick groans as your taste seeps through.

Finally hooking his thumbs into the elastic of your underwear he tugs them down your legs, allowing you to lift your hips to slide them off. Burying his face into your pussy he gives you a long, slow lick from leaking hole to swollen clit, collecting your wetness on his tongue as he goes.

Without the barrier you feel every stroke of his talented mouth and you moan, muscles twitching with the urge to grind up against his face. Slipping your clit between his lips he sucks, lavishing attention on it with his tongue.

“Ah–fuck.” You cry out, “Dick, please, don’t stop, s’good.”

Removing one hand from over your hip he teases your entrance, rubbing the pads of his fingers over your soaking hole. Waiting for your slick to drip over his hand he traces letters on your clit, measuring your reactions to each one. Pushing forwards he slides two fingers into your cunt, up to the second knuckle. Crooking his fingers he slowly starts to fuck you, settling into a steady rythym that has you quaking.

Sweeping the hair from his eyes you arch your back, press your hips up towards his mouth, “Oh, Dick please. I’m–m’gonna…”

Pressing the flat of his tongue to your clit he gives it long, hard licks, letting you feel every intentional twitch of his mouth. Moaning into your pussy Dick grinds his hips into the bed. Your wet walls clamp around his fingers, knowing he’s hard and grinding his cock into the mattress.

Grinding up against his mouth you fight his firm grip as he tries to hold you still. The strength in his arms makes you feel lightheaded, maybe even intoxicated, fingers touching up against the edge of bruising.

“M’gonna come,” You babble, eyes slipping closed. “Please don’t stop, m’so so close.”

Your limbs lock up, thighs tensing for a solid few seconds as you dangle on the bleeding edge of orgasm. Dick wraps his lips around your hard, throbbing clit and sucks, one, twice, three times and you cry out, voice reverberating around the apartment.

There’s a desperate twitch of your clit in his mouth, cunt spasming around Dick’s nimble fingers as you come. Licking and sucking you through your climax his fingers keep sliding in and out of you, even though your slick gushes around his hand and drips onto the sheets.

“Hng–Dick.” You whine, trying to push his head away. “S-stop, s’too much. M’too sensitive.”

He pulls away for a split second, looks up at you from between your legs, eyes almost black and smirks.

“Oh baby,” He drawls, “M’gonna keep going until i’m done. This isn’t about you. If you can’t handle it then too bad, I don’t care. I’ll make your pretty pussy come until i’m finished. All you need to do is lay there and take it.”

Your heartbeat picked up pace just thinking of the memory. You laid back on the couch, holding the phone to your chest. His voice ran through your head, echoing through, and making you smile.

You remembered how warm he was, how kind he was...It was almost something out of a romance how he made you feel. Everything was...near perfect except for one thing.

Neither of you had ever brought up the topic of intimacy to the next level and it made it awkward whenever the both of you got close to it; making out, sleeping together.

You found yourself getting off to him at least 3 times a week, then feeling flustered afterwards and covering your embarrassment even though he wasn’t there to tease you about it,

You wondered, “Am I the one stopping it from happening?” You weren’t too sure yourself. But you were completely wrong.

It wasn’t you alone stopping you both from going further, it was Eren too.

You both wanted it but out of respect and fear you both haven't said anything. Little did you know that would change.

        You suddenly heard a car pull up, and the door closed. You walked up to the door, after hearing a few faint knocks.

“Y/n, it’s me.” Your heart dropped, as you opened the door. He came in, and you closed the door behind him.

He hugged you, warming himself up from the coldness outside. “Hey..I missed you,” Eren whispered, pulling you closer to his chest. You pecked his cheek, and walked over to the kitchen, pouring tea.    

He followed behind like a lost puppy. “You’re not gonna ask why I randomly came here?” You blinked at yourself.

“I-I guess I don’t mind your company.” Eren quietly laughed. You started pouring the tea, but felt his hand over yours.

His other hand was wrapped warmly around your waist. “E-eren..” You were too stunned by your previous thoughts and him touching you made it worse. He buried his head in your neck, and inhaled. 

“You’re intoxicating, you know that?” Your head snapped back, and looked at him panicked. “Wha-what are you doing, this is embarrassing.” You playfully lifted a hand to hit him, but he caught it, holding your arm gently.

He leaned over you, holding your chin from the tip of his fingers. He slowly leaned you back on the counter, snaking his arms around your hips.

He tilted his head towards your neck, and placed light kisses around, making a quiet sucking sound.

Your stomach twisted at his slow movements, but in that moment you enjoyed it all. 

               “Baby, can we go on the couch?” You nodded, and yelped as he suddenly threw you over his shoulder.

Eren laid you on the couch, and went over you, straddling you. The incessant gaze the two of you shared felt like electricity flowing through your veins.

He leaned in close, but halted as he noticed a hesitated look in your eyes. “Y/n”, he said, his eyes getting serious, similar to how it’d get when he was picking a fight with Jean.

“We don’t have to go any further than this if you don’t want to, you understand?” You shut your eyes, and took a deep breath. “But I want to, Eren. I want to go further than we usually do.”

He seemed to be in shock, and his stare made you nervous, not in the way like before. “You...actually do?” You covered your face.

“D-don’t make me repeat it!” He pulled your hands away, and held them above your head. You gasped, and looked him right in the eye. “You like to be out of control huh?”

You looked down shamefully, “No- babe not like that, don’t be ashamed I just didn’t know you were kinky like that”, he teased poking your nose playfully. Your eyelids dropped as you looked at him displeased.

You opened your mouth to object, but instead felt his tongue rush into your mouth, exploring all you had to give. His grip on your hands above your head turned you on for sure. “E-eren..”

He resumed, with kisses on your collar bone, then let your hands snake around his neck. His soft hands felt up your shirt slowly, testing the waters.

His eyes went up to yours, and he continued feeling up your soft skin, until he got to your soft mounds. You twitched at his cold hands, and took a deep breath.

Four of his fingers cupped your breasts, and his thumb circled around your hardened nipples.

Your hands maunerved to his soft brown locks, as you quietly panted. You’ve never been touched like this before and Eren was doing it so well it had you rubbing your thighs together embarrassingly.

As he touched you in places he deemed satisfactory, you lay there, thinking. This isn’t at all how you imagined it. You snapped out of your cloud of thoughts when you felt his lips on your stomach. You giggled, squirming around. “Hey t-that tickles, s-stop,”

You sighed out kicking. Eren chuckled and rubbed circles on your hip bones. “Do you want me to take these off for you?”

Your words got caught, as you replayed his words in your head. Huh, as if him being between your legs wasn’t making you flustered enough, he now had the nerve to say something like this.

You nodded, and lifted your hips as he pulled down your gray brief-cut shorts. “Cute panties.”

For a minute you wanted to slap him, but you suddenly felt the mood change, and eyes fixated on what laid beneath those ‘cute’ panties. He lifted your legs over his arms, and moved his head in, kissing your thighs wetly, like he was a drooling dog watching you make a late night.

Only thing was, you were the late night snack, and in his eyes you were prey. Your stomach fluttered at the anticipation of what would happen next. Your thighs slowly closed in on him, and your panting became louder and quicker. If he made one more lust-filled gesture to you, you knew you’d lose it instantly.

Your eyes practically begged for him to touch you more, and Eren loved it. He loved making you wait. He loved seeing how much control he had over you. His ego fueled all of this.

He placed a long lick down your inner thighs, eliciting a throaty whimper from you. “...Eren...Eren please..” 

“Baby, tell me what you want.” He finally gazed into your eyes again, kissing around your stomach. His eyes could make you cry of lustiness, and even just pure love. His voice was soft, not sexy, nor teasing. He sounded so in love, like he’d give his everything for you.

You wondered how someone's eyes could have a look so pure while doing something so..dirty. “It’s not dirty, love.” You gasped, stroking his hair. His fingers hooked around the soft cotton cloth stopping him from sending you over the edge. He pulled them down, and off.

You hugged your knees up to your chest as something of an instinct. “Let me eat you up, Y/n..”  You let him move your knees apart, and watched him go down on you. Your eyes finally filled with tears, as you felt his tongue prod at your slit. You shivered, whimpering more.

His tongue began to pick up speed, as you felt his saliva slowly drip down your entrance. Your stomach aches, in a weirdly good way, and you tremble, feelings his tongue go just a bit further down. He pushes his tongue further into your cunt, earning a pleasured cry from you.

He makes sure not to leave your clit unattended, and rubs it slowly with his thumb. “Does this feel good? You couldn’t answer immediately and let out a breathy moan.

Eren brought two fingers up to your mouth. “Suck.”  You did as he said, and covered his finger in saliva, as his other hand worked on your clit. He could see the pleasure in his eyes.

He looked like he was holding back from doing ‘unholy’ things to you right then and there. As if he already isn’t.

He pulled his fingers out of your mouth and slowly inserted one of them inside and watched your face light up simultaneously.

“Ah.” He pumped his finger upward, and watched as your thighs twitched. A pleasured sigh fell from his lips, just by watching your priceless reactions.

He added in another finger, and brought his head back down to suck on your clit. “G-god...ri-right there m-mm..!” Your whole body shook as you felt your high approaching.

Eren went faster, pumping his two fingers, abusing your clit with his tongue, it couldn’t get any better than that.

You felt a tight coil in your stomach begin to release.

“Cum in my mouth Y/n, go on...cum.”

Thanks for reading! I run making a romantic Eren...

"Armin, Y/N, you're not leaving this kitchen until you solve your conflict and apologise." His mom would say. It used to be your punishment when Armin and you were kids — and it's your punishment even know. You roll your eyes, gum popping all over your face and the tip of the nose. Armin snickers at the disgusted look on your face, mumbling a serves you right under his nose.

Sometimes you wondered if the tension between you and him was sexual. But... it couldn't be, could it? You were his damn stepsister, yet when you came back home for Thanksgiving, Armin was a whole different person. Fresh cut, a change of wardrobe, a better attitude — he was hot, no longer the nerd you used to tease. You study him from across the table after cleaning your face, lower lip between your teeth, head in your hands.

"You heard your mommy, Armin, apologise and let's get this over with."

"Me? You're the one who came home and ruined everything."

"Ruined what? A shitty dinner with a family who doesn't give a fuck about me? No, bro, I improved everything." You lean back in your chair and nonchalantly slam your feet on the table. "Not that you would know what it's like to be in my shoes, anyway."

"Your shoes? What about mine?" Armin slams his fists on the table. "At least no one expects anything from you."

"Wow, thanks." You get up and he realises just how nasty he sounded.

"Wait-"

"Fuck off." You dash past him with tears in your eyes. He was right, your father never expected anything from you, nor did your stepmother. Armin, on the other hand, was a genius, a straight A student and now he even received a scholarship from his university. Of course, people had high expectations from him and in a way, that made you jealous.

'Oh, Armin, we're so proud of you!'

'Armin, you did great!'

'Did you know Armin won an international maths competition?'

You shut the door to your room and crawl under your blanket. You always tried your best, but you could never compete with him. And your father, your ownfather, sometimes seemed to love Armin more than you. Minutes pass before you hear your stepmother rushing with your father to go visit some of your relatives and you hope Armin would go with them, but you're unlucky today. Once the car leaves the driveway, a soft knock makes you snap your neck up.

"Go away."

"Y/N, please, I didn't mean to say that."

"I don't care!" You throw a book at the door but Armin still won't budge.

"Open the damn door!"

"Why, so you can brag about how you're the perfect child?"

"So I can apologise, you... you bitch!"

Silence. Your ears ring with the word and Armin knows he fucked up big time. In a flash, the door is open and you're ready to kick him in the shin but for some reason, when you see his face, you stop.

"Apologise, then, and apologise for calling me a bitch, you little shit!"

"God, why do you hate me so much? You tormented me ever since you moved in with us!"

"Well, genius, has it ever occurred to you that maybe I never wanted this?"

"Of course it has! But you're always so cold and all I wanted was to talk to you. I don't even know your favourite colour and you're supposed to be my sister!" His voice is soft and sorrowful and you fold your arms across your chest.

"I don't want to be your sister."

"Then what do you want? You're always bitch but when I bring a girl over, you're suddenly overprotective."

"You do the exact same thing, dumbass! Every time! You act like a sad puppy but the moment you hear I'm going out with a guy you turn into some alpha male." You frown and grab the door handle. "This conversation is over."

"No, it's not." He puts his foot in the door and you narrow your eyes at his low voice and different demeanour.

"Yes, it is. Go do some studying for uni." You try to close the door but suddenly he's so much stronger. Has he been working out?

"You think this is all I do? Work and study? You think I'm some kind of teacher's pet who doesn't break rules?" You don't even realise when he's in your room, hands on your shoulders and his face so close to yours. "You think I'm an angel? A saint?" The words drip from his tongue with so much venom and your body softens. This is so unlike him but you can't help but be intrigued.

"Armin, please-"

"Oh, I'm Armin now? Not some shitty nickname? What’s the matter, can’t come up with a clever insult?" His thumb grazes over your cheek and you feel the hairs on your arms stand up. You like this side of Armin, and the fact that for three years you were his stepsister went down the drain. "I tried to be good, Y/N, I tried to be nice. But you don't like nice, do you?"

You shake your head with lidded eyes, drinking his touch, but a sharp pain from a slap wakes you up from your thoughts.

"Talk."

"N-no, I don't like nice!"

"It's unbelievable what a good girl you are when I press the right buttons."

You know it now, why you've always acted this way with Armin — you don't want him to see you as his stepsister, not even as his friend — you want to be his lover. In his ocean blue eyes, you can see that he wants the same thing — they are filled with lust and desire. You don't want to speak, afraid you might ruin this moment, but at the same time you have questions to ask and answers to get. Armin catches your mind drifting elsewhere and another slap across your already stinging cheek brings your full attention to him.

"I know what you like, Y/N. You fucked enough of my friends for me to know exactly what you want."

"Excuse me? You talk to your friends about how your sister fucks them?"

"Stepsister." He corrects you, his fingers tangled in your locks. "What would our parents say if they found out what a filthy slut you are?"

"I-" You want to say something, come up with a snarky remark, but the words die in your throat and your brain turns to mush. Armin leans closer, his hot breath tickling your ear.

"I bet I can fuck you better than any of them." He whispers and just then you feel your aching cunt begging to be filled with his cock.

"Armin..." You try again, but you still don't know if you want him to stop or carry on. It all feels so wrong but so right at the same time.

"Tell me what you want, Y/N." He nibbles on your earlobe, goosebumps dotting your skin.

"I don-" You choke on your words when you feel his hand slither under your shirt, fingers playing with your nipple.

"Come on, talk." Armin is now gently kissing the crook of your neck and your knees almost give in. Truthfully, no man ever made you feel so weak, so needy.

"Please, I want you!" You tried to whisper but it came out as a desperate cry.

"That's not good enough." He pinches your sensitive bud and you yelp, back hitting the door.

"I want you to f-fuck me, please, Armin! Fuck me good!"

"Much better." He presses his lips onto yours and he can taste the bubblegum you so annoyingly chewed when you let his tongue part open your mouth.

You don't have a clue when your clothes disappeared, scattered on the floor, along with your and his underwear, and frankly you don’t even care. Armin has you down on all fours on the mattress, two fingers pumping into your sweet cunt as you pathetically moan his name.

"Look at you! Such a filthy whore, all wet for your stepbro."

"Oh, God- want you inside-"

"I know, princess. Be patient." He curls his fingers in ways you didn't think were possible, but then you feel his tongue lazily dragging up and down your slit and you let yourself fall on the bed, face down, ass up. You had guys go down on you before, but the way Armin did it was incredible. He was meticulous, attentive, careful to let you know exactlywho owned your cunt. When he feels your thighs shake, he pulls away, earning a dissatisfied sigh of protest from you as you jolt back up.

"No, no. You're not coming yet." He yanks you by the hair, fingers gripping your chin and turning your head to the side. Armin presses his body against yours, and you feel his throbbing cock resting on your ass as he eagerly kisses you. "You taste good, don't you?"

You nod back, unable to form a coherent sentence, all you could do was push your ass against him, yearning to be filled.

"Armin, please, I need to feel you. Please!"

"Shit, I didn't think you'd be so fucking needy. Do you think you deserve it?"

"Yes, yes! I promise I'll be good from now on! Please!"

"You better keep your promise, Y/N." He growls, pushing you back on the mattress, the glistening tip of his cock positioned at your entrance. “Otherwise, I’ll have to punish you.” Inch by inch, he bottoms out and you throw your head back, spongy walls clenching around his cock. Thick and long, Armin was by far the biggest man you've been with, and you really didn't expect this. Yet when he started pounding into your cunt, you didn't regret coming home for the holidays.

"H-harder!" You beg him and you can feel his shit-eating grin burning into your back because he is the one making you feel this way, and he knows that after tonight, you'll always come crawling to him. Armin didn't waste any time, his thrusts became harsher and deeper, cock sliding in and out of you making your head fuzzy.

"You're so tight, so wet. Bet you don't get this wet for others."

"I don't! Oh, fuuuck, right there!"

Beads of sweat form on his forehead, fingers digging into your flesh as you buck your hips against his. It's been a while since he fucked you, your whimpers echoing in the bedroom, his name rolling down your tongue perfectly. You’re made for him. But all good things come to an end, and shortly you felt the need for release, thighs quaking and pleasure flushing through your entire body. Armin is close, too, but Armin also wants to humiliate you and remind you where your place is. He pulls out, cock in one hand, locks of your hair in his other.

"Promise you'll be good?"

"Promise!" You look at him with glossy eyes.

"Close your eyes." The man demands and you obey, hot strings of his seed spilling onto your face, and you lick your lips to taste him. Sinful, yet divine. Right, yet wrong. "Get yourself cleaned up."

You sit on the couch, legs on Armin's lap when your father and stepmother come back home. You can't even focus on the movie, all you can think about is your stepbrother's cock stretching you out and filling you good.

"Huh, I've never seen you two getting along this well." Your father comments. "Look at them, finally behaving like proper siblings."

"Took you long enough!" Armin's mother smiles. "What did you do?"

"We talked." Armin replies with his usual joyful voice but you know better than that. You know exactly the kind of person he is behind closed doors.

"Well, at least now we're finally a happy family." His mother pats you on the shoulder.