we have forgotten what it is to be strong

your reaction to bertl discarding his underwear is what gets him to finally understand. to you, he already looked fairly large when wearing his boxers, but witnessing the real thing proves to be a stark difference. you unashamedly observe your boyfriend’s fat dick as it throbs lewdly, free of any confines. he can feel your keen eyes fixate on him.

“you’re fuckin’ huge.” you release the airiest whisper.

to that, bertholdt’s breath catches in his throat, adam’s apple bobbing. he gets self-conscious, even more so than usual. a stream of questions swirl about in his head. is he too big? will you be able to handle him? are there even condoms in his size?

his worries quickly dissipate once you begin to wrap your dainty fingers around his cock. you stroke whatever you can manage to reach, touching down his shaft and twirling your hand over the precum-smeared tip. you gaze at his endowment with lust-blown eyes, seemingly appreciative of what he has to offer.

“how big are you, baby?” he doesn’t know. hell, he’s never cared to check or measure before now. your assumption is nine whole inches, maybe ten.

“i— fuck,” he lets a foul whine slip past, bringing a hand to cover his mouth. he shyly speaks through his slender fingers, “i-i’m not sure...” with a stammer, bertholdt instinctively rolls his hips, bucking against your hand. his pale-green eyes stay trained on how you can barely close your fingers around the base of his girthy dick. in that very moment, within the depths of his mind, he can practically hear a switch flicking— that’s the size kink he never knew he had, officially turning on.

following that experience, bertholdt’s shyness considering his length doesn’t get any better. he’s easily flustered, but also more self-aware than he’s ever been. bertl starts to notice how wide your plush lips stretch around his cockhead when taking him into your wet, pliant mouth. he finds it amusing; how you can’t mutter a word when he fills up your throat, weighty and pulsing against your tongue.

he admittedly likes to give himself a rush during sex, by sizing you up— placing his rigid cock onto your tummy, just to make an estimate of how far he’ll reach. before long, he brushes past your folds and pushes into your velvety cunt. you clamp down fervidly, eager to take all of him.

he’s settled in your womb. you’re so fucking full. “it’s big,” you brainlessly mewl. bertl interlocks his fingers with yours, cheeks dusted red. he makes slow, impassioned thrusts forward, swiveling his hips to plunge into you just right.

“is it too much, love?” bertholdt’s words spill out shakily, wavering breaths dropping from his agape mouth. dark shaggy bangs fall across his forehead. you thread your hand through his hair to help him brush it back. faint traces of sweat trail down his forehead. “uh-uh. it’s perfect, baby,” you reassure with a soothing smile, pressing your lips to his. he returns the haphazard kisses, immodestly groaning into your mouth.

you’re always given generously thick loads when he finishes, because his balls are fat and heavy, too. bertholdt is slowly, but surely, learning how to use his imposing size for your benefit.

JEAN

Jean is the K I N G of slow strokes nation

That man is hung like a horse; his cock touches the top parts of his thigh when it’s soft! He knows the nuclear weapon he carries around in his pants is deadly and he would hate to have such a gift and hardly be able to use it because he knows how hard a dick like his is to take. Slow and steady wins the race. The last thing he wants to do is hurt you by giving you too much of him at once or accidentally hitting your cervix, so he takes his time with you.

Foreplay is a MUST for him to get you prepared to take him. His favorite way to rev you up is with oral. He’s one of those men that thoroughly enjoy giving head for their own pleasure, watching you squirm and desperately rut into his mouth for more when his tongue is already as flat as it can be against your clit and his chin is dripping with your juices has him wanting to stay between your legs for hours. Did I mention that on top of attacking your clit like it's a Baby Bottle Pop he’s fingering you with those long slender fingers of his to the knuckles so you’re stretched enough to take him? Yeah, he’s a menace.

He prefers to have you on the edge of the bed with a pillow underneath your stomach. That way he has easier access to you and doesn’t have to worry about getting in weird positions to make the position doable.

The very first time you had sex with him you orgasmed off that one stroke alone, but you would like to think that you’ve built up a better tolerance now (barely).

That first stroke is deadly and leaves you gasping for air the way his cock slides into your walls with ease thanks to the gathered slick and spit between your legs doing its part as a makeshift lube. He pauses momentarily to give you a few seconds to adjust and, truth be told, he’s equally as breathless as you, but as soon as he feels your body relax he surprises you by bottoming out in you. I told you, he’s a menace.

His strokes are slow and calculated so you can feel every inch of his throbbing cock against your tight fleshy walls and he can hit every sensitive angle inside of you. Sometimes when he wants to spruce it up he’ll move his hips in circular motions for added stimulation.

“You take me so well, my love. This cock was made for you and only you wasn’t it?” “Look at your pussy swallowing me up whole, you take my cock so well babygirl, fuck.”

Dirty talk is top tier and he makes sure to press his chest against your back so he can whisper it intimately in your ear. Also, he’s a back licker through and true. Do with that information what you will!

CONNIE

The cockiest man in the world when he’s giving you backshots, like unbelievably cocky because he knows what his dick does to you, but he really knows what it does to you in doggy style. Thick, beefy, and uncut all up in yo guts !

His favorite doggy style position to have you in is on the edge of the bed so he can use the leverage of standing up to pound into you like a madman.

Taunting giggles and snickers the whole time, he watches you fight for your life gripping and biting on the sheets because you’re in a position where you have no choice but to take all of his beefy cock. He even likes to go no hands sometimes, placing them on the back of his head and letting the sheer power of his hips fuck you to borderline insanity.

“That's it, be a good girl and take all of me. You just love having my thick cock pound away at your walls, dont you?” “Aht, aht, you can take it. I know you can you’ve done it plenty of times before.” With a menacing smirk on his lips and all. Like, sir, this is how you cause crazy ex-girlfriends. You’re ready to go to war over that dick now!

Dont let his cool, calm, collected, and cocky demeanor fool you because the moment your walls get to ushing and gushing around him too well he has to put his hands around your neck as leverage to keep himself from buckling in the knees.

On nights when he’s feeling extra freaky (which is every night) he likes to put his thumb in your butt for added sensory. Sometimes he can even feel the tip of his dick through the soft membrane when he has his thumb in there and that lets him know he’s doing a job well done.

ARMIN

You on your stomach with your legs crossed and Armin mounted on your ass pounding into your poor overstimulated cunt is his favorite way to give you some lethal backshots. This position allows the two of you to be deeply connected, he can’t help but rut into you like a dog in heat.

You swear you can feel his cock tickle your belly button in this position and he swears he can feel your walls suck him in deeper and resist to let him go when he tries to pull out.

Its so overstimulating for the two; He often finds himself collapsing on on your back and burying his face into your neck while whimpering and moaning about how good you’re making him feel.

“Thank you so much for being mines and letting me fuck you 🥹” “You feel so so so good around me. You’re going to milk my cock dry, go ahead its all yours.” This man is on the verge of pleasure tears because of how warm and soft your pussy feels around him.

Has perfected the craft of kissing your next while he’s balls deep inside of you. He kisses your neck with the same energy he would use if he was kissing your lips, tongue and suction going crazy on that sensitive part between your ear and neck. Best believe by the end of the night you’re covered in hickies.

Connie Springer doesn’t give a damn about your boyfriend.

Call him sick. Twisted. He doesn’t care. But he fantasizes about fucking you in your boyfriend’s house, on your boyfriend’s sheets, and that asshole coming home to catch Springer making you cum in ways his pathetic ass never could. Then, he’d leave that bastard-of-a-man all alone to clean up the mess.

Don’t blame him though, it’s not his fault that you decided to date the biggest jerk he’s ever seen. Connie has morals, alright? He’s not the type of guy to ruin a relationship. He’ll kick somebody’s ass, but only on special occasions. He likes to smoke, play video games, do funny and stupid shit, and just chill out with you and his other friends.

Or, at least, that’s how your friendship used to be.

You and Connie had known each other for years when your boyfriend decided to show up in your life. Connie was happy for you, truly. He was nervous about meeting Connie, having heard stories about him.

To Connie, the guy seemed chill at first and as long as he treated you right, Connie wouldn’t have to fuck him up.

Because he would. And he told your boyfriend that he would. Simple.

Well, apparently that warning wasn’t enough, because a few weeks later, you were knocking on connie’s door with a face full of tears.

He was in the middle of a private smoke sesh. Shirtless, abs and tats visible, wearing nothing but sweatpants, his gold chain and rings, with music playing softly in the background of his nice apartment.

Connie listened to you rant about coming home to catch that jerk in bed with another woman. You were brokenhearted, but you didn’t want Connie to do anything.

See, unlike Connie, you happened to be a little sweetheart. It was one of the many things he loved about you. And if you didn’t want him to fuck up your boyfriend for cheating on you, then he wouldn’t.

He’d settle for fucking you instead.

And getting Eren to beat his ass.

Sorry, but the guy can’t just get away with something like that. And Connie didn’t do it, at least.

Connie was always pretty touchy with you. He’d pull you onto his lap and whatnot, but he never had the chance the fuck you properly like you deserved.

He wiped those tears away and pulled off your pants. Although Connie typically liked rough and wild sex, he’d be gentle with you, at least for tonight.

He took you to his bed like a real gentleman, and entered your pussy slowly. He smirked at the expression upon your cute little face from the simple realization that you’ve never had a dick fill you up like this.

He pushed against your stomach, which only made everything even more intense.

“That’s what a real fucking dick feels like, baby,” he said.

He fucked you slowly and deeply on that first night. It was the first time a man made you cum in such a long, long, long time. The orgasm possessed your body, leaving you a shaky and trembling mess underneath him. As he moved down to swirl his tongue around your nipple, sucking on it gently, he knew that he’d be hooked on the way you moaned his name forever.

That second night, he bent you right over his kitchen counter and slammed into you from behind, a joint in between his fingertips and he smacked your ass with his free hand. His thrusts were fast and messy, and he came inside of you before pulling out to watch his cum pool out of your little hole.

On the third night, your boyfriend had the nerve to call you while you were sucking Connie’s dick. With his hand in your hair, bobbing your head up and down his cock, he answered the phone for you, and told that bastard exactly what you were doing, and hung up in his face. He came down your throat right after with a grunt.

Connie’s a moaner, and he loves to hear you moan as well. That’s exactly why he fell in love with eating your pussy. Connie recorded himself devouring your cunt, with your permission, of course.

He sucked on your little clit, pumped two fingers in and out of you that he curled just right, and used his other hand to reach up and play with your hard nipple. He almost came untouched in his own pants from the way you screamed his name.

What Connie didn’t tell you, however, was that he sent that video to your boyfriend, appropriately titled “this is how you eat pussy.”

You were Connie’s girl now, and your ex-boyfriend was practically Connie’s bitch.

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“oh shut up.” giggling, you flip onto your stomach, watching him as he sketches. he always did a quick one, not wanting to linger on something for too long as he wanted to keep playing. his face was relaxed except for his eyebrows. the furrow of his brow matching the intensity of the grip on his pencil as it flew across the page. he was so lost in his own little world he didn’t realize you were staring. 

sighing from the lack of attention, you flip back over to look at the water. the waves were a force today, so strong that it scared even you to go into the water. but everyone else chanced fate as they swam around the shore.

“you better get your asses in the water!” eren shouts, making his way to you guys. judging by the look on his face, he was serious. 

“it’s too salty, i always get the water in my mouth.” jean complained, tucking his sketchbook away as eren made his approach. you never knew what kind of stunt he was going to pull.

“yeah? you wouldn’t even go in to save a damsel in distress?” eren smirked, his gaze turning on you as the water droplets dripped down his body.

“eren don’t you da-“ you squeal as he hoists you up, running towards the water as your literally kicking and screaming. eren just laughed as he rushed into the waves. the water wasn’t as cold as you thought it would be but it was still a shock. one that shut you up and made you cling to eren. “don’t you dare drop me.”

“wasn’t planning on it.” he smirked, giving you a tiny wink. “i was going to throw you.”

“eren!” you scream as he tosses you into the waves, water flowing into your mouth as you sunk down a little. you weren’t under the tide for long as an arm wrapped itself around your waist, pulling you up from under. 

“you’re such an ass.” jean’s voice rang out over erens laughter. you rub your eyes, trying to get excess water out before you turn your glare towards eren. you break from jeans’ hold as you launch yourself towards him, trying to push your weight on his head to push him under the water. but of course, he doesn’t budge.

“you’re so annoying.” you hiss, trying not to break out into giggles. “you always pull that shit.”

“come on, you like it. otherwise you would’ve learned your lesson by now and come swim with all of us sooner.”

you scoff, knowing that in his own twisted way, he was right. beach days like this were hard to come by, and with finals around the corner, it was much needed. 

mikasa and armin were on the shore, oblivious to the games that you guys were playing as they looked for shells. armin had his collection in his dorm, all the ones he’s found stuffed into a jar. 

connie and sasha had been in the ocean awhile ago but got out to take a snack break, leaving eren all alone in the water. hence, eren coming to bother you and jean. 

“still.” jean rolls his eyes, making his way by your side. “it’s not like you give us a chance to come in by ourselves. we’ve been here for what, 30 minutes?”

“classic jean, always complaining about something.” eren rolls his eyes right back at him, effectively pushing jeans buttons.

“why you little—“ jean took a step forward, only to be stopped by your hand on his chest. you look over and eren who tried to puff up his, ready for jean to come at him.

“alright guys, knock it off.” you sigh, looking over to mikasa for back up. like a sixth sense, she knew you needed her and made eye contact with you. it didn’t take her long to reach your side.

“eren, come help me and armin with the shells.” she said, her gentle yet commanding voice taking over the previous tension. eren scoffs again, immediately turning pink as mikasa touches his arm, trying to coax him to come with her.

that was all it took— the two setting off to the shore and back to armin. leaving you and jean alone once again.

“anyway,” you drag out the word, turning to face jean. he had calmed down a little but no one could rile him up like eren could. “wanna find connie and sasha? maybe see what they found to eat?”

“like they’d share.” he laughed, looking down at you. “besides, i’m kind of used to the water now. we might as well enjoy it since we are here.”

“are you being optimistic?” you tease, splashing him with the water. he looked at you with intense mock offense.

“i’m always optimistic!” he retorts, splashing more water back at you.

“yeah, right. you mean you’re always so dramatic.” you laugh, keeping up the game your started as you push water towards him.

“i’m gonna get you for that.” he laughs, splashing again. you two go at it for awhile until jean accidentally took in a mouthful of water — one of the waves not too kindly crashing over him. he spits it out with a disgusted face, his tongue slightly hanging out as the salt water rests on it. “blegh. this always happens to me. c’mon, let’s get out of here. we should probably get ready for the party tonight anyway.”

you nod, excitement flooding your veins for the party later. everyone was going to be there and you needed time to get ready and more importantly, get the salt water out of your hair.

you didn’t get a chance to look at him before, but as jean walked out of the water, you were painfully reminded at how fit he was. water droplets cascaded down his body, following the dips and curves of his muscles. even his mullet looked good, all slicked back and drenched in the salt water.

you let out a silent sigh as you follow him out of the water, mentally kicking yourself for staring at him for too long again. but the feelings he gave you swirled in your stomach, expanding to every synapse in your body before exploding.

tonight would be the night you tell him. tonight will be the night everything will change.

jeans fingers clenched around the solo cup, the sound of it snapping easily getting lost in the sea of voices that filled the room. the remnants of his beer trickled along his fingers before he threw it to the side, wiping the rest on his pants in a haste.

it only took him a few steps to get where he needed to be — right in front of you. you with your perfect smile, perfect laugh, perfect perfect perfect. it’s all he could think when he saw you. how could you not realize that?

“you okay, jean?” you ask, the words sounding so sweet coming out of your mouth that all he wanted to do was savor them. your expression caught him off guard though, the sweet words not adding up to the coy grin you had spreading across your plush lips. “you look kind of angry.”

jean didn’t know what to say. did you know how he felt? were you trying to play him out to be a fool? but as soon as he heard erens stupid giggle, the words didn’t stop flowing from his mouth.

“you got a problem jaeger? something seem funny to you?” he snapped at eren, his voice low, signaling he wasn’t in the mood. but of course, eren was eren, and he loved nothing more than making a fool out of jean.

“yeah, actually.” he sneered, taking a step closer to jean. “i do think something’s funny.”

“enlighten me then. id love to hear what you find so funny.” jean fired back, taking a closer step to him, clenching his fist. they hadn’t fought in awhile but today, jean needed to let out some of his frustration. why did eren get your attention tonight? why couldn’t you talk to him instead?

he didn’t realize how close he had gotten to eren, practically touching noses, until he felt your light touch on his shoulder. a touch he had grown to be familiar with, something that never failed to soothe him, even just a little bit.

“guys, stop.” your voice breaks out. it was smooth, soft, but they both knew that underneath it lied something vicious. neither one wanted to see that side come from you, especially since mikasa was already side eyeing them. the two of you together was one of the scariest things anyone could ever face.

jean and eren took a hasty step away from each other, scowling and avoiding eye contact with one another. your hand slid from his shoulder down jean’s bicep, holding onto him gently. the act itself was so soft yet it held so much power over him. he couldn't help but lean into it before deciding to throw an arm around your shoulder.

something always felt so right when you were tucked under him like this. you fit so perfectly. your arm wrapped around his waist and he led you to the living room, away from eren.

“so, wanna tell me what happened back there?” you ask as the two of you manevoured towards your favorite spot. at every party, you guys would always find yourself at this spot by the end of the night. it was so cozy, the couch tucked in the corner of the room, away from the main sitting area.

he sat down and you followed suit. looking up at him, he looked slightly disheveled. his normally tamed mullet was all of the place, the result of him running his hands through it one too many times. plus, he didn’t look back at you. the bob of his left leg going up and down at an incredible speed. 

you place your hand lightly on his leg and the response was immediate. his leg halted its movement and his eyes found yours in record time. offering him a small smile, you reach up to smooth his hair back.

“nothing happened.” he said softly, watching you very carefully as you tended to him. relishing in the touch you gave him. “don’t worry about it.”

“jean,” you start, your hand caressing down his cheek, moving over to tuck some of his hair behind his ear. “you know you can talk to me, right?”

his cheeks were tinted pink, something you chalked up to the alcohol he was drinking earlier. but his gaze was set on you, peering down deep into your eyes. the contact almost made you shudder. 

“i know.” he bit the inside of his cheek as he contemplated what he wanted to say— or rather, how he wanted to say it. “i just got jealous is all.”

this, you weren’t expecting. out of all the things jean could’ve said, this never crossed your mind. the shock had your head reeling back, removing your hand from his hair. the loss of contact stirred a panic within him, mirroring the panic that was starting to bubble up in you.

“jealous?” you squeak out. jealous of what? of eren? or you? or what? jean stared into your eyes for a moment, the anticipation was rippling down your spine, finding it’s home in your stomach. 

“yes.” he breathed out softly, placing his hand over the one you had resting on the couch. “i was jealous.”

“of what?” you blink, at war with yourself. his hand felt heavy, almost suffocating but it was the only thing that could soothe you. the room was too small and the alcohol was churning in your stomach. your hand turned over, gripping onto his as a way to ground yourself in the moment.

“of eren.” he said, his brows furrowing as he took in your reaction. he didn’t mean for this to come out now, but you looked so sincere when you told him to talk to you. all the things he’s never told you bubbled up in his throat, threatening to spill out if he didn’t do something. his fight or flight was activated, and he didn’t want to run away this time. “i wanted you-“

the gears start turning in your head as he spoke, knocking off the dust before it struck like clockwork. 

the room around you guys came back into focus as someone knocked their drink over you both. the liquid seeped into the fabric of your dress, eliciting chills all over you but you weren’t sure if it was from this or from the conversation you were having.

normally, you’d laugh something like this off. it had happened before and it was bound to happen again. but the stakes had been too high, your emotions were already being drawn out and this was just too much. 

“im so sorry-“ reiner said, trying his best to find something to help clean you up. all you could do was stare at your stained dress. what was jean going to tell you?

“way to go reiner.” jean hissed, standing up to face him. reiner was at a loss for words; it was an honest mistake. but jean wasn’t mad at him, he wasn’t even mad that he spilled his drink on you guys — accidents happen. no, he was furious because you were on the verge of tears and he couldn’t tell if it was because of him or not.

“jean.” you say, grabbing his clenched fist. he hadn’t even realized he had been so wound up. he helps pull you up, tucking you back under his arm. the smell of his colonge enveloped you in a warm embrace, one that felt familiar to you and cleared your head from the fog that was slowly wrapping itself around you. “let’s get cleaned up.”

he froze. he absolutely froze. the tiniest smirk rose on reiner’s face as he turned away, getting back to the party. jean wanted to punch it right off. 

“let’s go to the bathroom.”  he steered you away from the party towards the back of the house. many faces passed you guys as you walked forward, but all you could do was look at the man leading you. he held onto your hand as he dragged you through the party, pulling you behind him so you don’t get separated.

your eyes trail along his arm, lingering ever so slightly at his bicep — was his shirt always that tight? he looked good, even though parts of it held remnants of reiners drink. continuing upwards, you land on his face. 

his jaw was tensed as he pulled you through the crowd. determined, fierce. like it was his duty to escort you to the bathroom and it wasn’t something he took lightly. in all your years you knew jean, you don’t think you had ever seen him as clearly as you did in this moment.

you two make it to the bathroom that was connected to his bedroom, shutting the door and closing you both in. 

“i’m sorry about reiner.” he sighs, moving to grab a towel as you hop up on the counter. you watch him move with a strong purpose, a serious one that involves drying your dress. 

“it’s okay, accidents happen.” you shrug as he starts patting the towel against the cloth, trying to absorb whatever he can. but you both know the damage was done — the dress was stained and seeped with alcohol, it’s only hope was to throw it in the washer. 

“i think we need to call it.” he says with a small smile, looking up at you perched on his counter. you smile back down at him before feigning a frown. 

“so soon? not even giving her a proper fighting chance?” you sigh, “but if you insist, what are our options.”

“well,” he took a step back to hang up the towel, the loss of his presence already hitting you in the gut. “you’ll have to wash it but in the meantime i can give you some of my clothes to wear.”

“aw, thank you jeanbo.” you hop off the counter. “that would be perfect.”

taking your hand, he leads you into his bedroom before he searches for something suitable for you to wear. you look around his room in the meantime, your eyes landing on his sketchbook — open to the boat he was drawing earlier at the beach. you smile to yourself, glad that he has kept it. 

jean breaks you out of your head, tossing you some clothes and you go back into his bathroom to change into them.

after peeling your dress off and throwing on the clothes he gave you, you walk back into his room and see him sitting idly on the couch, twiddling his thumbs before you capture his gaze. 

“what?” you ask him, eyes widening as you catch him staring. he clears his throat, rubbing the back of his neck and looking away like he wasn’t just giving you his undivided attention.

“nothing!” he quickly says, slightly pink in the cheeks as he turns back towards you. “it’s just, you look good in my clothes.”

“oh?” you give him a little smirk and he regrets ever opening his mouth. rolling his eyes, he goes to retort but it dies in his throat before he ever had the chance to spit it out.

you were right in front of him — how you got there so quickly, he’ll never know. the palms of your hands rest on his shoulder before you lower your face to his level. 

“you really think so?” you tilt your head to the side with a smile, one of your hands running up along his neck and to the back of his head, playing with the edges of his mullet.

you weren’t sure what made you feel so emboldened, the alcohol you had earlier was long out of your system. but something pushed you towards him like a magnet, a voice in your head encouraging you to finally confess like you planned.

“i really do.” his breath almost hitches as he looks at you. “you always look good though, the prettiest girl in the world.”

his compliment hits you in the chest, blooming into a warmth that seeped through every nerve in your body. your faces were so close, your breathing was shallow, all it would take was a little nudge to — 

but he beats you too it, forever a man driven by impulse. surging himself forward to capture your lips against his, pouring every ounce of passion into it — desperate to let you know how he feels without uttering a word. 

his hand cradles loosely around your neck, using it to pull you forward so you’re falling into his lap. your heart was soaring with each kiss, already addicted to the way he makes you feel — how dizzy your mind grew as his sweet kisses filled your head.

“is this okay?” jean whispered against your lips. everything was so warm; like the beginning of summer igniting that special buzz in the air. you wanted it to swallow you whole, you wanted this more than you have ever wanted anything before in your life. you nod against him, moving your lips back onto his in a hurried fashion. 

jean wasted no time now. he wrapped his arms around you and hiked you further up onto his lap, groaning so sweetly into the kiss you two shared. as each passing second went on, the messier the kiss got. breathing was the last thing on your mind right now, all you could do was feed off of what jean was giving you and hoped it would be enough to sustain you.

jean was no better, his hands couldn’t stay still. finally, he was able to be with you, no more dancing around each other. a part of him wanted to kick himself for waiting so long but the other part told him to enjoy this moment. so he planned on it.

his hands slide up under your shirt, the cold metal from his rings causes you to gasp at the sudden contact, arching your back and pressing your chest against him. jean took the chance to slip his tongue into your mouth, pulling you in closer. 

there was no telling how long you two stayed tangled up together on the little couch in his room, the make out session only growing needier and needier. years of pent up tension was finally able to flow. 

“let’s move on the bed, yeah?” jean asked, his eyes still shut from your kiss.

“yeah.” you nod, pulling him in for another kiss as you both stand up. he walks backwards toward his bed before the back of his knees hit it. he sits, pulling you down on top of him once again, his hips moving up so you can feel his hardness ache for you.

“been wanting this for so long.” he murmurs, moving his lips from yours, to your cheek, down your jaw and back to yours for a heated kiss. “ever since i met you.”

“me too.” you breathe out, already craving to be closer to him. “can't wait any longer.”

hooking his hands under your backside, he quickly flips you so you’re under him, sprawled out on his bed in ways he’s dreamed about for years. 

“me neither.” he surges back down, his kiss growing needier with every second. the clothes you had just graciously put on were now being pulled off by him — along with his own. he pulls back for a moment to admire you, taking in every curve of your body. you almost want to shy away from his gaze but the look in his eye was so loving, so full of adoration, that you didn’t. “you’re so beautiful.”

and with the way he said it, you believed it.

he doesn’t waste anymore time, moving you around so he can ease himself over you, slotting himself between your legs. his hair fell in front of his face a bit so you reach up, tucking it back behind his ear. the sweet, simple gesture sent him into overdrive, hungrily kissing you as a man who had been deprived of it since the day he met you.

his hand smoothes down your side before his fingers find themselves between your thighs. hestitantly, he prods against your slick entrance, almost nervous to take the plunge. but you’re quick to reassure him, rolling your hips to greedily suck his digit in.

he moans into your mouth, feeling how tight you are around his finger. his mind already wandering to how snug his cock will feel once he’s  finally inside of you. but he knows he has to prep you first, slipping in another finger to properly stretch you out.

and the sweet noises you make fill his head with a peace he’s always longed for. every sense was focused on you, addicted to showering you in pleasure. he could spend all day doing this, soaking up every mewl of his name.

“jean, please.” you pull back a bit to speak, the sounds of your cunt squelching from his fingers filling the room. “need you to fuck me.”

“anything you want.” he kisses the corner of your mouth, quickly taking a hold of his cock and pressing it against your entrance. “you ready for me?”

“i am.” you nod, hips already moving as you try to find friction. he starts to push in, the tip of his cock already stretching you out. the girth alone has your toes curling but it felt like his cock was never ending — consistently shoving more of it in, inch by thick inch. 

“almost there, pretty girl.” he grunts, eyes trained on you, searching for any hint of pain. the stretch felt so good, splitting you open as he finally bottoms out. you both let out a gasp, your warm walls snuggly wrapped around his cock in a heaven he never dreamed of existing.

he murmurs sweet praises in your ear as he lets you adjust, telling you how good you are, how tight you feel. softly kissing your temple as you give him the go ahead to move.

he starts slow, sensual. taking his time and dragging his cock in and out, searching for that special button deep inside of you. 

it felt like he was everywhere, so lodged up into you, you swore you could feel the tip of his cock pressing against your heart. it stole your breath away, lungs losing function as you gasp for air.

“that’s it, baby, just keep taking it. i promise i’m gonna make you feel so good, okay? you don’t have to do a thing.” he kisses your neck, leaving little marks of love in his wake. “you’re already doing s’much, making me feel so, so good.”

“jean i-.” you croak out, eyes rolling to the back of your head as he finds the soft, cushiony part of you, a place where your fingers could never reach. he completely filled you up, your mind already growing hazy from it.

“gonna go faster, okay?” he presses a soft kiss against your jaw, your head nodding along to whatever he was saying. “so good f’me.”

his praise has you clenching around him, eliciting a guttural moan from him. it was all it took to break the last bit of his resolve — hips starting to snap against yours.

there was no way you could stay quiet, the pleasure was overwhelming, leaving you to forget where you were. the cry of his name had his ego soaring, cockiness filling his veins. his hand covers your mouth as he drives into you harder.

“can’t be too loud, unless you want everyone at the party to know how good i’m making you feel.” he murmurs. you could tell by his tone that he was feeling as good as you were, pleasure already threatening to consume him the longer he thrust into you.

his hand lowers from your mouth, opting to use it to hike up your leg, propping it over his shoulder. if it was even possible, he was deeper — his cock practically kissing your cervix.

he knew he wasn’t going to last long. a nearly impossible task that he knew going in, he’d fail. but as long as you came around his cock, he’d count it as a win.

his deft fingers find your neglected nub and your body all but jolts under his hold. he swirls your clit around in measured circles, your cries only growing louder. but he’s too entranced to cover them up — every instinct telling him to keep giving you more.

“jean!” you cry, “i’m s-so close!”

“go ahead and let go f’me, need to feel you.” he encourages, hitting that spongey part harder as his fingers deliciously dance along your clit. his approval pushed your over the edge, back arching up as ecstasy took you away.

the sight alone had jean’s hips stuttering. as if you could read his mind, you said, “cum inside, jean. need you to fill me up.

the whine you let out had him pushing his pulsing cock as deep as he could before releasing inside of you. his hips jolt with each rope of cum, groans of your name slipping out of his mouth as he fills you up. every time you clenched around him only pulled more cum out of him.

“cant stop cumming, fuck-.” he rasped out, fingers digging into the flesh of your hips as he finally finishes. he falls beside you, trying not to put all his weight on you as his cock continues to twitch in your warmth.

all you can do is try to catch your breath, gazing at each other, sharing the same thought of why did this take you so long.

he slowly pulls out of you, both of you letting out a soft noise. pressing a kiss to your head, he stands up and grabs a towel, carefully cleaning you up. 

once he’s done, he lays back down in bed, his back hitting the pillows as he pulls you up into his arms. your head rests against his chest, no doubt listening to his ever-racing heart — the one that only beats for you.

“jean-“ you say at the same time as he says your name. you both giggle at each other, feeling weightless in each other's embrace. 

“you go.” he encourages you, moving so he can get a better look at you. 

“i um.” you feel heat rise to your face. after everything you just did, confessing your feelings still feels nerveracking. but looking into his warm eyes, it melts away those doubts, filling them with hope instead. “i love you.”

“i love you too.” his face splits into a smile, one that eases your soul and lulls you into him. he takes a deep breath, ready to spill out everything he’s been feeling. “i want you to be mine. i want to wake up next to you everyday, i want to draw you pictures of the clouds all day long, i want to kiss you whenever you need a kiss, i want to hold your hands on the days that life feels too much. please, be my girlfriend.”

REINER BRAUN:

— listen, i love this man, but he’s a mess. he wants to impress your family so bad! it’s so bad that he’s so in his head that he can’t even focus on having a good time. it’s not until you have a little talk with him in private and insist he let loose and try to have fun that he evades his overthinking head.

— despite his mess of a brain, he’s a total catch in the eyes of your grandmother and aunties. they think he’s a total HOTTIE! they can’t believe you bagged him, but at the same time are so impressed. you can’t help but roll your eyes at such comments while reiner has a hard time believing he’s that attractive.

— even if he’s not as tall as bertholdt, he’s still so tall, but has a better time navigating his stature as compared to his much taller best friend. your little cousins are quite amazed by his build, and he basically puts all the men in your family to shame in terms of muscle. good for you, honestly.

— at dinnertime, he feels more at ease and not as nervous when it came to making a good impression. he already left a positive mark on thanksgiving, and that mark continued throughout the rest of the night. everyone sure had no problem making sure that big boy was fed and was thrilled how much he loved everything. all in all, a success.

BERTHOLDT HOOVER:

— bertholdt is such a shy man!! my god!! he’s worse than reiner in terms of nervousness! no wonder they make such a great pair, they’re both wrecks. but bertholdt is sweaty, beet red mess when he walks through the door, and he can only pray no one notices and you don’t scold him for it (which you never would, but he can’t help but think you’ll do it anyway).

— he’s immediately overwhelmed by everyone greeting him all at once, a million words overlapping on another, and you have to tell everybody to call down and not scare him off right off the bat. bertholdt wouldn’t know what he’d do without you, really.

— honestly, take a shot every time someone mentions how tall bertholdt is. you’d be dead from alcohol poisoning before dinnertime, so don’t even try it. but seriously, everyone is so in awe of his height, it’s insane. you’re sometimes tempted to joke he’s not done yet growing just to make everyone sweat a little, but you don’t want to make your man even more flustered than he already is.

— unfortunately, bertholdt is too ridden with anxiety to properly eat his dinner, even if the small bites he ate were absolutely delicious. luckily for both of you, you get to take leftover plates home! the next day, he devoured his leftovers and ended up eating your plate too, but you weren’t mad. at least he enjoyed your family’s cooking in a place where he felt comfortable; at home with you.

LEVI ACKERMAN:

— you almost didn’t want to bring levi to thanksgiving. not because you didn’t want him to meet your family, but because he seemed so iffy on the subject of thanksgiving in the past. but, when you decided to take a chance and ask him about it, he was—much to your surprise—far more than willing to come along with you and even suggested the two of you bring a dish for the occasion (secretly because it was the one thing he could trust to eat).

— the two of you arrive, and you swore levi’s resting serial killer face would be the ultimate death of the holiday. your mother almost jumped when she opened the door and met levi’s piercing gaze, but was thankfully put at ease when he politely handed her the casserole he made with a soft smile. he was even nice enough to give her reheating instructions too. what a king.

— levi shockingly has a soft spot for children. you didn’t know that about him until now when you saw him cradling your baby niece in his arms with ease while she napped peacefully. the sight almost brought you to tears, seriously.

— even if levi didn’t have much of a family growing up, he could find solace in yours, secretly in his mind hoping he could always have things be this way. you were happy to see him happy, even if he had his own quirky ways of showing it, and you were so glad to have taken the leap to invite him to thanksgiving this year.

ERWIN SMITH:

— YOUR HONOR. i’m about to get oddly passionate about this for some reason, but hear me OUT. erwin is literally THEE man you want to bring home to meet your family. so serious. he’s every parent’s dream son-in-law. a father can only hope their child brings home someone like him, and luckily, you did!

— he’s such a charmer, oh my god. he just exudes bde, i’m not sorry (this is crazy coming from me, who was never a huge fan of erwin). he instantly wins over your family. you can’t even be shocked because he does this with every single person he meets, even you, who was swooned upon first meeting.

— he’s good with all the kids, just showing how more perfect he truly is, if that’s even humanly possible. everyone can’t stop talking about how awesome your man is, and you actually are proud of yourself for that. it’s about time you bagged an absolute 10 out of 10.

— when all is said and done, nobody wants him to go, they want him to stay forever! but don’t worry, he’ll come around for christmas, new year’s, and every other holiday after that.

HANGE ZOE:

— ah, my precious hange. they have their quirks, but that’s what makes them so wonderful, and that’s also why you fell for them in the first place. you can only hope your family falls for hange just like you did.

— honestly, hange just lights up the room. their presence has an instant effect on everyone, and some would argue the holiday for better once you two walked in together.

— i imagine hange talks about their inventions to your parents, showing examples of their previous work. it’s all impressive, really. you’ve got a real smarty pants on your hands, and your parents sure are happy about it! they’re just glad you’re not with someone who’s boring.

— they’re a total child at heart, not in a bad way. hange will play with the little ones as if they’re a kid themselves. they’ll even give out piggyback rides but with a little twist. the twist? bouncing around whilst a child is on their shoulders. thankfully, no one throws up.

— during dinner, hange probably thinks of good thanksgiving themed inventions and politely asks to write their ideas down on their phone since there’s a strict no phone rule at the dinner table. thankfully, your family can make an exception… as long as they’re mentioned in hange’s success story.

EREN YEAGER:

— eren is a literal menace. he eats like a GREMLIN, like it’s his last meal on earth. so, when you invite him to your family’s house for thanksgiving dinner, you can only pray to whatever god you believe in that he doesn’t act like a total nutcase.

— he’s so cool and calm when you walk through the door with him, everyone ecstatic to see you bring someone home. he’s making his rounds with everybody, playing video games with your cousins while they wait for food, he even stopped your niece from crying when you couldn’t! it was like he was on his bestest (yes, totally a word) behavior! you actually think to yourself that nothing could go wrong… until food is ready.

— now, eren is pretty built, but not totally buff like reiner. your family is shocked when they see him practically inhale his food. whatever is given to him, he’s eating it. the only sounds coming out of his mouth is him chewing. well, if he miraculously chewed his food before swallowing.

— after finishing a plate of food, the first words to come out of his mouth were “can i have another?” god, your family could only hope he’d be too full for pie later on. you had hyped up your grandma’s pumpkin pie for months now, so eren was so excited to finally try it.

— when it finally came to dessert time though, poor eren was too full. he convinced himself he would explode if he ate just a bite from the fork you offered. you weren’t complaining too much, more pie for you! besides, he could always come back next year and hopefully learn his lesson.

ARMIN ARLERT:

— armin. armin, armin, armin. he’s such a sweetheart, an angel sent from heaven. you were almost convinced your family loved him more than they loved you since they were more excited to hear that armin would be attending thanksgiving.

— he put in the effort to memorize everyone’s names, even remembering what grades your cousins were in at school. he’d even point out how much they’d grown too despite seeing them at the previous family shindig. armin was certified family at this point.

— he’s so polite at the dinner table, calmly asking to pass the mashed potatoes, complimenting your aunt’s green bean casserole, it was almost like he had it down to a science. your family would swoon over how much of a sweetheart armin was. they wouldn’t hesitate to dig at someone else’s significant other and say “why can’t you be more like armin?” either. he’s the poster child for the perfect partner.

— honestly, i wouldn’t be surprised if armin brought dessert he made himself. i can see him having a secret fudge recipe that he refuses to reveal to anyone, not even you (although if you were being honest, you saw the tab for the recipe open on his laptop once). by the end of the night, whatever container he brought was undoubtedly empty, and your family would just have to wait until the next holiday for more.

JEAN KIRSTEIN:

— a bit of a mixed bag, honestly. he will definitely try to put on this ultimate smooth, cool guy act, but everyone immediately hates it. you tried to tell jean to just be himself while you were on the way there, but he INSISTED that he knew what he was doing. of course, he was wrong and you were right!

— thankfully, the pathetic facade goes away when the youngest members of your family (either little siblings, cousins, or both) want to play with jean and use his tall ass as a jungle gym. it’s too hard for him to resist the smiles and laughter, and that is when your family begins to warm up to him. you even think in your head how good of a father jean would be seeing how good he was with kids.

— in my head, jean is a full blown artist in the modern au. so, of course, when your family asks about what he does for a living, they joke that they hope you bring enough money to the table. HE’S TRYING HIS BEST!!! but if we’re being completely honest, he would totally shut their mouths when he shows some pictures from his latest art show. this man is an ARTISTE!

— he’s totally cool at the dinner time, just as polite as armin would be, but not as shy in comparison. he would even be nice enough to ask who made what and compliment everything. and since he’s a big boy, he would ask for some more servings, but not as insane as eren. your family would even joke that he needs to eat more because he’s “built like a noodle or something” and it crushes his ego a little bit because he works so hard to maintain his muscles.

— at some point, you’re asked when jean is going to put a ring on it, and jean would tease that he’ll get the job done by new year’s. you think he’s just joking, but in reality, he has an engagement ring hidden in your apartment as he spoke. that man is here to STAY.

CONNIE SPRINGER:

— similar to eren, but probably way worse. connie walks in with FULL chaotic energy. he will literally make the most out of pocket jokes right off the bat, which makes part of you wished you just stayed home this year.

— even if connie is a little chaotic, he can be sweet at times when it counts. i feel like grandparents would have a soft spot for him for some reason? he’ll kick it with your grandma and grandpa like he’s lived a long life just like them. connie would probably make a joke thanking them for the invention of the rocking chair.

— but oh, don’t worry, he can channel his inner child (as if it’s hidden anyway) when it comes to hanging out with the quote unquote “youngin’s.” he’s definitely the type to cheat at a board game and laugh at a little kid when they cry over losing. if there’s video games involved, he’ll scream at the tv over mario kart and make everyone think someone died or something.

— at dinner, when asked what he’s thankful for, he’d say something totally random like beyoncé and fried chicken. it totally throws everyone off at the dinner table, but connie is very proud of his statement. how could you not be thankful for beyoncé’s existence?

— considering connie is sasha’s best friend, that man can EAT. he’s the biggest eater out of everyone in the room, and it’s not surprising that he’d be accused of being high by your snotty aunt. his response? “damn, i should’ve smoked a blunt before this.”

— it’s safe to say that connie’s presence at your family’s thanksgiving would be unforgettable.

MIKASA ACKERMAN:

— i would consider mikasa to receive the same treatment as armin; universally loved by everyone. but, i’d say it’s for different reasons. while armin is adored for his smarts and good heart, mikasa is considered cool in the eyes of your family because of how strong she is.

— she’s shy upon first meeting your family, too afraid to mess everything up. it’s definitely noticeable, but once mikasa is broken out of her shell, she’s a total delight in the eyes of your family.

— i see her being skilled in various sports, noting that her attitude on the field is completely different compared to when she’s off the field. i imagine she gets flustered when you ask her to roll up her sleeves and flex her arms for everybody, but when she does, everyone in the room is amazed. the kids will want to do outrageous things like sit on her while she does pushups or other crazy shit like that after seeing her strength.

— mikasa is the type to pretend to like something even when she hates it. you warn her before dinner that some people in your family “don’t believe in flavor”, and advise her against certain dishes. but when she’s asked if she wants a serving, she feels too bad to say no, and she suffers through it. but when she gets to the good stuff, it makes up for those few bites of previous suffering. you’ll definitely laugh at her later over it.

— while mikasa was initially so nervous to come over for thanksgiving, she’s glad to have taken the leap and hopes for many more holiday’s with you.

Again, their touch was gentle but still violating nonetheless; they groped your breasts, sucking on your nipples and coiling around them. You try and keep as much dignity you have left, biting your lip to hold back your moans. The tentacles seem to sense your defiance and dislike it very much. They tear through your clothing, leaving only your thin panties to cover you. They curl around your thighs, spreading your legs to tease you, rubbing against your clothed cunt, and nuzzling your clit; their suckers find it and abuse the little bundle of nerves.

A blissful whine escapes your lips; you can’t remember the last time you felt this good. The tentacles stroke your body with satisfaction, assumingly rewarding you for your submission. You can feel yourself getting wetter by the second. Your sense of dignity is long gone by now; you’re a wailing mess. Hair sticking to your sweat-coated skin, tear-filled eyes rolled up into your head, and while your mouth hangs open with a bead of drool leaking from the side.

The tentacles can sense your arousal, not to mention your drenched underwear. They move your panties to the side and continue to toy with your aching pussy, stroking your wet hole and sucking on your sore clit until you cum.

The tentacles let you catch your breath, lovingly massaging your body. Soon enough, you’re suspended in the air as more tentacles hold you, creating a makeshift bed to place you comfortably. Another tentacle approaches your face again, latching itself to your mouth and pushing past your lips to curl around your tongue. Is this its way of kissing you? Is it showing affection?

It’s a bit gross, but the tentacles mean well. Your body suddenly jolts as you feel a tentacle push against your sopping hole. It uses its suckers to tease you again, but as you grind yourself against it, the tentacle penetrates you, pressing against your walls to search for your sweet spot. The tentacle in your mouth begins to thrust in and out as you feel another tentacle enter your ass. The tentacle in your pussy moves rhythmically with the others as it’s sucker hit your g-spot. At this point, your mind is nothing but mush. All you see are white spots as your legs quake under the tentacles, unable to hold yourself up longer.

The tentacles wrap around your waist and lift you. You’re now ass up, face down, and being fucked mercilessly in all three holes. You can’t take it; it’s too good, too much, too many. You feel more tentacles enter your already full holes. Doesn’t this monster know you have a limit?

It doesn’t care, really. All it wants is to see you cum, and cum, again. You can feel yourself getting dizzier after each orgasm, one after another. Before you know it, you’re waking up from your fucked out haze. The tentacles seemed to have stopped fucking your brains out a while ago; they’re all curled up around your protectively, some still inside you. You try and crawl towards the door, but you’re body is useless at this point.

The tentacles drag you back to them, curling around to massage your worn-out body. It seems you won’t be leaving this room any time soon...or ever.

...

“ugh, shut up, you’re such an asshole.” you groaned, jabbing his chest and swatting away his arms, suppressing the laughter bubbling in your throat.

you both had managed to make and maintain trust and comfort with exploring and talking about your sexual life, it made things much more exciting- not that it was ever dull, to begin with, but something about this all had made you become much closer, feeling like you both knew each other more than your own selves.

which is how you both found yourselves on the bed, tangled limbs and tongues, your fingers clawing at his clothing until they found grip on his belt, “m-mh, get off.” you huffed, almost scolding the leather holding his pants up, hearing leon chuckle against your ear amidst open mouth, wet kisses he was adorning your neck with, teeth grazing along your skin.

he was making it hard for you to rid him of his clothes- which you found quite unfair considering you had barely blinked and you were left in nothing but your jewelry, slick bastard.

his hips were grinding down on you, rough denim pressing against your bare cunt which had your body reeling upwards against him, “leon, help me out here.” you whine pathetically as you tugged his belt from his loop holes, throwing it aside somewhere amongst your pile of clothes.

he grumbled something- probably grumpy he had to turn his attention away from you, pushing himself up he raised his arms to tug his shirt over his head, your eyes wasting no time darting to the expanse of his bare chest, next came off the rest of his clothes in a haste.

“god, you’re so handsome.” you spoke your thoughts aloud, fingertips reaching out to rub along his stomach, over the bumps of his physic that all his years of training rewarded him with.

if you weren’t so distracted with your own advances you would’ve noticed the warmth that reached his cheeks, and his throat bobbing.

“I want you so bad.” your fingers curled into the flesh of his hip, legs parting until they clasped around his back, pushing against him with all intents to have him as close as possible, to entice him.

he could’ve sworn he felt all the blood rush straight down to his cock, evident by the way it twitched and the way his pearly pre cum sat pretty at the tip, “you’re gonna drive me insane.” he sighed out.

you would’ve laughed but the way the head of his length was rubbing past your puffy warmth and nudging your clit made your head feel fuzzy. your fingertips trailed from his chest up until they reached his shoulders, squeezing onto them in an attempt to retain some composure.

“please..” you breathed out quietly, nails dragging down his back just to scratch back upwards, feeling the goosebumps form on his skin.

to leon, there was nothing prettier than your sweet pleas, the way your features softened but your body lurched towards him and your fingers gripped any inch of his body they could get ahold of.

“i know baby.” he hummed, lips pushing against yours, you leaned up a little, eager to kiss him back with just as much passion, the taste of him your favourite thing in the world.

leon's arms ducked under your legs, lifting them upwards a little before his hips pressed flush against the lower back of your thighs, sheathing his cock inside you easily thanks to how soaking wet you were, “oh, leon..” you mewled, hand tangling in the long lock of his hair, squeezing his body into you.

“so warm.” leon squeezed onto the pillow beside your head as he began rocking his hips, back and forth, steadily at first, feeling your tummy flutter, that deliciously stretching feeling of adjusting to his size, how your body has gotten used to him, shaped exactly to him, for him.

“feel good, hmm sweetheart?” he pushed himself up a little, propelling your legs until they folded on each other, squished to your chest before lifting your calves to rest over his shoulders, “comfortable?” a smile tugged at the corners of his lips which had your heart fluttering.

“mhm, comfortable.” you squeezed his arm reassuringly before glancing down, looking between where the both of you were connected, the way you could see the bulge of him pressed against your tummy, drifting your hand down to push against it, “keep going.” you encouraged him, fluttering your eyelashes up at him.

leon’s eyebrows were furrowed and his tongue dashed out to lick over his lips, watching you beneath him like this was making his cock twitch inside you and it took every ounce of his sanity to not lose it all. he eased his hips back before stuffing inside you once again, leaning down to push his weight against you, the back of your thighs against his chest as your feet bumped in the air with every bounce, the bed frame creaking in tandem.

the tight, confined feeling of his weight pushing against you felt delightful, your body filled with leon, your mind, thoughts and heart swelling with him. you couldn’t move the lower half of your body an inch, not even a squirm, as close as he already was your arms flew out to crush him further into you, hugging him as close as possible, feeling his breath on your cheek- your own breath turned into small heaves, the air feeling like it was knocked out of your chest as he fucked you into the mattress, pussy squelching around him.

“i’m not going anywhere baby, this pussy is all mine to use, you’re all mine.” he gushed out, his arm reaching past your head until it settled on the headboard, tight-fisted grip making the wood creak and with every thrust it obscenely crashed into the wall.

“this what you wanted sweetheart? you’re so fucking obsessed with me, just can’t get enough..” he grunted, every pump of his hips getting more and more erratic and you could barely even form a sentence in your own head let alone babble coherent words.

“too much? i can slow down?” he teases, drawing out his words, chuckling when your eyes flew open in a panic,

“no, n-no—“ you gasped when he pushed flush against you, cock pressed so deeply inside of you, a strained squeal sounding from your throat, “oh my god, leon.” you cried out, “i love it s’much.”

that’s all he needed to hear, hips continuously slamming into yours, not even giving you time to catch your breath, your body bounces shallowly beneath him, clutching on to his arm before you turned your head to bite down on his wrist, hearing him hiss through his teeth.

“fuck!” he groaned, “i can feel you sucking me back in every time i’m not deep in your guts.” he chuckled out in bliss, finding the feeling out of this world, something he’ll never get enough of.

teeth marks were imprinted on his wrist when you let up, salvia glistening on your lips, eyes squeezed shut as you concentrated on that bubbling feeling at the pit of your stomach, “m’ so- oh!” you squealed when he changed the angle of his hips, somehow drilling his cock even deeper inside you, “leon!” you cried, legs over his shoulders spasming and your soppy, abused pussy was clenching around him as you climaxed, arousal coating his length, leon not letting up in his relentless pace, knowing you could take it.

he got whinier, higher pitched as he got even closer and closer to release, his pleasured sounds were oh so heavenly to you, especially in the state you were in, even though your ears were ringing and oversensitivity was kicking in, he was the most gorgeous precense.

his thrusts became sloppy, messy, and he buried his head against your neck, taking the opportunity to weakly reach up to his head, tangling your fingers through his hair and dragging your nails along his scalp, “cum baby, i want it so badly, please.” you pressed gentle kisses to his cheek.

“baby, you feel.. so, so good.” he muffled against your neck, feeling the way his hips stuttered before his hot release spurted out, filling you up. breathlessly gasping out at the feeling, you let him push into you over and over again to ride out his high, your nails still dancing along his scalp, occasional tug of his hair.

“mmh..” he panted out, eyes fluttering back open as he fell on top of you, wincing at the way your muscles ached, but you struggled to tell him to move yet, he was like a tired puppy all of a sudden, nose nuzzled into your neck and soft warm breaths fluttering along your skin, his arms maneuvered to around your waist in a strong hug.

“baby, as much as i love you so much, can we do this with my legs, not in the air.” you heard him muffle a laugh against you before pushing himself up, letting your legs relax back down on the bed.

“if i clean you up can we cuddle and take a nap?” he stretched his arms upwards before rolling his shoulders back.

“how could i ever say no to you?” you giggled, leaning up on your elbows and pressing kisses to his face.

You told Uhtred you would gladly move in with whoever Sihtric was, you just needed a place to live before your apartment building would be demolished, which was in a few weeks. Uhtred had given you his friend's number and you've been texting a little, going over some basic house rules. Once you agreed with everything, Sihtric said you could move in whenever you were ready, and you told him as soon as possible. 

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So there you were, on a cold, early spring afternoon, sitting on your suitcase with a box in your lap. Waiting in front of the apartment building this Sihtric guy supposedly lived in. You were a little earlier than scheduled and it seemed he wasn't home yet. 

You watched the people on the street pass by and your eye caught a stunning man across the street, who was talking on the phone. You couldn't keep your eyes off the stranger, who's hair was braided with the sides shaved; showing off a Danish knot tattoo on his neck, which went up to above his ear. He was wearing a dark hoodie with the sleeves rolled up, so you could see his veiny arms, and he wore dark sweatpants, accompanied by black leather boots with the laces untied. He must have been the hottest guy you had ever seen and you felt yourself heat up, despite the cold. Your temperature rose even higher when the handsome man crossed the street and seemed to walk in your direction. You accidentally made eye contact and you immediately looked away. There was no way he was coming over at you. Absolutely none. But from the corner of your eye you noticed he actually was closing in on you.

Oh shit.

'Hey,' the guy smiled, who was even hotter up close, 'you're (y/n) right?'

You looked up at him, speechless, because you noticed his mismatched eyes.

'You look just like your picture,' he chuckled when he noticed you were startled, 'the one you use on the texting app I mean. I'm Sihtric.'

Sihtric smiled friendly and held his hand out to you.

'Oh,' you blurted out and shook his hand, 'S-Sihtric?'

'That's me. I don't look like my picture?' he grinned.

'N-no, you didn't have a picture,' you swallowed hard.

'I don't? Huh,' he scoffed, 'hope it's not a jumpscare for you then,' he winked and pointed at your suitcase, 'need some help with that?'

'No… yes,' you stammered.

'Which one is it, lady?' Sihtric smiled.

'B-both?' you panicked and quickly hid your face behind your box as you got up. Sihtric laughed softly and picked up your heavy suitcase, with ease.

'Alright, come in,' he said, holding the door for you, 'the left elevator goes up to our floor, which is the top floor.'

You got in the rather small elevator, standing awfully close to the madly handsome man who you were about to move in with. You felt Sihtric was looking at you and you kept your eyes fixated on the box in your arms. He was so good looking, he had to have a partner, so you already told yourself to not lure yourself into a made up romance inside your head.

'Excuse my bluntness,' Sihtric suddenly woke you from your thoughts, 'but are you single? It's none of my business, but, eh, you know… the walls inside the apartment are kinda… thin,' he grimaced, 'that's why my previous roommate moved out. Thank the gods.'

'Oh,' you chuckled with big eyes, 'eh, n-no, I mean… yes, I'm single. So… I… you won't be kept up at night.' You smiled and cleared your throat awkwardly.

'Okay, good,' Sihtric smiled, 'I'm single too, so… won't be keeping you up either.'

Oh for fuck sakes, of course he's single. 

You gave him a quick smile as you tried to not break out in a coughing fit. Your mouth was drier than the Sahara desert at noon and you nearly tripped out of the elevator in your haste attempt to get out as soon as the doors opened.

'Down the hall,' Sihtric said, 'number ninety five. Here,' he handed you his keys before he picked your suitcase up. 

You saw small, black lines tattooed on his fingers, and you wondered what it felt like if all those lines disappeared inside your wet p-

'Oops,' Sihtric laughed after he accidentally slammed your suitcase into the wall, breaking off a wheel, which woke you up from your thoughts again. 

'Sorry, lady,' he grinned, 'I'll buy you a new one.' 

He winked at you, and you wished he would slam you against a wall to be honest.

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'So, if you have any questions, my door is right there,' Sihtric smiled after he had given you a tour of the apartment.

It was rather spacious. You each had your own bedroom, located next to each other, and the rest was just a shared space. Sihtric said there was no pressure to spend time together, if you wished to stay in your room all night or just listen to some music with headphones on the couch, that was totally fine. 

You felt rather at ease with him and you liked the place, but you could definitely tell a single dude lived there. When Sihtric went to take a shower, you started cleaning up the messy kitchen before you opened the fridge, and grimaced at how empty it was. Barely any food, but more than enough beer. Apparently Sihtric was a takeaway guy, but you were having none of that. 

You rolled your eyes and took whatever food you could find and you ended up being able to make a decent oven dish, which you just put in the oven as Sihtric walked back into the living room. Your heart skipped a beat when you saw him walking over in just some sweatpants, his wet hair loose and a towel thrown over his broad shoulder. The man was fit as hell, and he knew it.

'You're using the oven?' he frowned, 'wait… did you clean the kitchen?'

'Yes and… yes,' you smiled sheepishly.

'Damn,' Sihtric chuckled and leaned on the dinner table, 'that's really sweet. But I hope you don't feel pressured-'

'No, absolutely not,' you smiled, 'I just… couldn't stand the sight of it.'

'That is fair,' he smiled and looked at you, licking his lips as he tilted his head slightly.

You felt flustered and tried to look away, which Sihtric thought was cute. 

You ended up having dinner together and you found out Sihtric was very funny, witty, liked to ramble and had some amusing stories about getting into bar fights when he was younger, which is how he earned a few scars. 

Sihtric thought you were really sweet, also very funny and sharp, and he liked your dark sense of humour. He helped you clean the dishes and thanked you for dinner, promising you he'd cook tomorrow. After that, you went to your room to unpack the little belongings you had, while Sihtric went to the gym.

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The next few days went by fast. You and Sihtric both worked during the day and came home every time around the same time. You had dinner together every day, taking turns with cooking, and you genuinely enjoyed each other's company. Every evening, between seven and ten, Sihtric went to the gym. And each night he came back home, you were more or less asleep already, so he tried his best to be quiet. But you learned he was quite clumsy, so you often woke up anyway. 

But today was Saturday, and on the weekend Sihtric didn't work out, so it was the first time you really spent a night "together" after you had dinner together, but you didn't want to bother him so you retreated to your room.

'Hey,' Sihtric knocked at your open door after a few hours, 'do you…maybe… want to watch a movie or something?'

'Now?'

'Yeah?'

'Uh,' you glanced at the time, 'yeah, sure.'

'Cool,' Sihtric smiled and walked to the couch, where you joined him a few minutes later.

You both didn't know what to watch and scrolled through Netflix for nearly an hour. You started to bicker, teasingly, and you couldn't help noticing the way Sihtric glanced at you every time you made a snarky remark to which he had no come back. His gaze and his sly smile made you weak inside, but you tried to fight it. In fact, you had been ignoring the butterflies the whole week already whenever he was close to you.

After a while of arguing over movies, you pressed the 'surprise me' option on Netflix, which turned out to be a mistake, as you ended up watching some Asian horror movie that scared the crap out of you both. To make it worse, Sihtric had switched off most of the lights in the apartment. You were also both stubborn, and as neither of you wanted to be the bigger wuss by switching off the movie, you sat through the two hour long scare and gore fest. And without noticing it, you gradually moved closer to each other as the movie progressed, until your shoulders touched.

'Oh, jesus!' you screamed at yet another jumpscare and buried your face in a pillow.

Sihtric laughed, which is what he does when he is nervous, but he wouldn't admit that to you. And pretending to be absolutely fearless and "a tough guy", he wrapped his arm around your shoulder with a smirk, pulling you snug against him. You looked up at him, surprised, and he smiled while he winked, which gave you that butterfly feeling again.

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'Hey!' you heard a loud thump on the wall next to your bed, 'stop tossing and turning! I'm trying to sleep!' Sihtric yelled from his room, tauntingly.

'How the… is your bed next to the same wall as mine?!' you called back in the dark.

'Yes!' Sihtric said, 'so go to sleep, lady!'

'I can't… I…. I'm scared,' you admitted.

'What?' Sihtric laughed, 'why? The movie?'

'Yeah…'

Sihtric laughed out loud. He thought you were adorable.

'Do I need to check under your bed, little girl?' he mocked, 'or check the closet?'

'Shut up!' you groaned with a smile. You switched on your light and put on a shirt.

'Hey!' Sihtric yelled, seeing your light was on as his door was slightly open, like yours, 'lights out after 10, lady!' He could barely say it without laughing.

'Oh, shut up, Sihtric,' you chuckled and got out of bed.

'Where are you going?' he could tell you opened your door further by the amount of light he saw.

'Kitchen. I'm going to get a drink, can't sleep anyway.'

You turned all the lights on before switching off your bedroom light. You grabbed some juice in the kitchen and it didn't take long before Sihtric walked out of his room. Shirtless, with messy hair, sleepy eyes and only wearing his boxers, which made you weak in the knees. He thought you were kidding about the whole too scared to sleep thing, but you weren't.

'Hey,' Sihtric said sweetly as he came closer, 'you okay?'

'Yeah,' you chuckled, 'just spooked. I'm not good with horror movies.'

'Why didn't you just say so?' Sihtric looked down in your eyes.

'Didn't want you to know what big of a wuss I am,' you mumbled.

'And now you're terrified,' Sihtric chuckled, 'you only fooled yourself here. And I'll admit, that movie was rough,' he grimaced.

'Right? What the hell was that even…' you both laughed and you finished your drink, not minding Sihtric was standing so close to you right now, that you could feel his body heat.

'Will you be okay to sleep?' 

'Probably not,' you shrugged with a smile, about to walk back to your room.

'Want to sleep in my room?' he suddenly asked.

'What?' you asked, 'no, I mean…' you thought about the movie again, 'well… m-maybe.'

Sihtric smiled softly and took your hand. Without saying another word he gently guided you to his room, into his warm, single person bed. His room was pleasantly tidy, which took you by surprise after the messy kitchen earlier that week. 

You felt nervous as you pulled his soft sheets over your bare legs while Sihtric joined in bed, climbing over you so he would not squish you against the wall at night. As his bed was not made for two people, he also didn't want to accidentally push you out. So without another word, he pulled your back firmly against his muscular chest, and snuck his strong arm around your waist, holding you tight as your bodies were pressed together under the sheets.

'Comfortable?' he whispered in your ear, making you feel lightheaded.

'Mhm,' you hummed with a shy smile.

'Good,' he smiled, and brought his free hand up to switch off the light, but before he did, he pecked your cheek, 'sweet dreams.'

'Sweet dreams,' you giggled softly.

It still took you a while to fall asleep. Not because you were still scared, but because your head was spinning. You felt Sihtric's warm breath tickling your neck while he slowly caressed your waist with his thumb as he had his arm around you. And those butterflies in your stomach went absolutely insane.

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Sunday morning came and you woke up in Sihtric's bed, alone.

He had closed the door after he had snuck out of bed, and you heard the tv softly from the living room. You allowed yourself to wake up fully and got out of his bed.

'Good morning,' you said as you passed Sihtric, who was watching tv.

'Good morning,' he smiled.

You joined him on the couch with your cup of tea and both didn't mention the other night at all. You eventually went your separate ways, doing your own thing during the day, and you joined each other again in the evening for dinner. During dinner, the previous night was also never brought up, as if it never happened. 

You both went to bed around the same time, as usual before working days, sleeping in your own beds. But you both left your door open a little further this time.

You were again tossing and turning in bed. But this time not because you were scared by a movie, but because you couldn't get the feeling of sleeping in Sihtric's arms out of your head.

Sihtric also had a hard time falling asleep, as his head was filled with the same thoughts.

'Are you awake?' Sihtric suddenly called out.

You giggled softly but didn't reply.

'I hear you tossing and turning, lady,' Sihtric said, and you could hear he was smiling too.

'And what about it?' you asked.

'Nothing,' he chuckled, 'not scared anymore?'

'Not really,' you smiled and bit down on your lip at the thought of last night.

'Good,' Sihtric said, smiling too, but a little disappointed you didn't take the bait. He would've gladly invited you in his bed again, just to cuddle. 

He cleared his throat. 'Truth or dare?' he suddenly asked.

'What?'

'Truth or dare?'

'Are you serious?' you snorted.

'Absolutely. Truth or dare, lady?'

'God,' you laughed, 'hmm, truth.'

'Truth,' Sihtric repeated and went quiet for a moment, 'do you like living here?'

'I do,' you said truthfully, 'it's a nice apartment, and you're easy going and fun to live with.'

'Thanks,' he chuckled, and he was happy you didn't see his flustered face.

'Truth or dare?' you asked.

'Truth.'

You thought for a moment and then asked, 'were you in contact with other potential roommates?'

'I was,' he confessed.

'Why did you pick me?'

'Hey,' Sihtric smiled, 'only one question at a time!'

'Damnit,' you muttered, knowing he was right.

'Truth or dare?'

'Dare,' you said bravely.

'Dare?' he laughed, 'hmm… I dare you to watch another scary movie tomorrow.'

'That's not fair!' you giggled, 'you know I don't like those.'

'That's why I dare you,' he grinned, alone, in the dark.

'Why, so I'll sleep in your bed again?' you retorted.

'No, you can't ask that. You didn't ask me truth or dare.'

'Fine, truth or dare?'

'Dare,' Sihtric yelled, knowing your truth question already.

'Goddamnit!' you laughed, 'I'm done playing this stupid game.'

You bickered over the silly truth or dare game until you both fell asleep, in your own beds, with a smile on your faces.

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'So which movie will it be?' Sihtric grinned the next evening.

You grimaced at the horror movie options on the tv, 'Eh…none?'

'No, you can't do that.'

'Why not?' you laughed, 'what happens if I don't complete the dare?'

Sihtric blinked at you, no thoughts, head empty. 'I actually don't know,' he said, to which you both laughed.

'Well, google it!'

'Fine,' Sihtric smiled. 

'Okay,' he said after a short moment, 'it says that if the player refuses to answer the question or do the dare, they have to complete a forfeit.'

'A forfeit?' you laughed, 'and what would that be?'

'I'll have to think about that,' he grinned.

You got up to get a drink. 'Fine,' you chuckled, 'I don't care, but I'm not watching another horror movie.'

'Okay,' Sihtric was quick to follow you, 'if you don't watch a movie with me,' he said, closing in on you, 'you'll have to sleep in my bed.'

'Oh, really?' you smiled, looking up at Sihtric as you poked his chest.

'Mhm,' he hummed, taking your hands, 'really.'

'And what if I don't complete the forfeit?' you taunted.

'No, that's not an option,' he smiled, pulling you closer.

'Is that so?' you moved your hands up his biceps as he circled his arms around your waist.

'It's the way it is, I didn't invent the rules,' he gave you a sly smile.

'Well, I refuse,' you shrugged, grinning.

'Okay. Then you'll have to kiss me,' Sihtric teased as he leaned in.

'Oh, that's also a rule?'

'Yes.'

'I don't know,' you pushed up to your tiptoes, 'it seems like you actually are inventing rules now.'

'Maybe I am,' he brushed his lips lightly over yours as he smiled, 'you got a problem with that?'

You wrapped your arms around his neck, 'I didn't say that.'

'So,' Sihtric nuzzled your nose softly, 'what will it be? Sleep in my bed or kiss me?'

'Can't I pick both?' you giggled.

'No, you'll have to watch a movie to get both.'

'Fine,' you sighed, 'I'll sleep in your bed then.'

'Really?' he frowned, disappointed you weren't going to kiss him right now.

'Yep,' you shrugged and snuck out of his arms, grabbed your drink and headed back to the couch.

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'Why is your bed so small?' you huffed an hour later.

'It's a single bed for a single person, lady,' Sihtric sighed.

'Then why do you ask me to sleep with you?' You grinned as you hoarded all the blankets.

'No, I didn't ask you,' he said and took a hold of his blankets, 'I dared you to watch a movie with me, which you refused, and then I was forced to come up with a forfeit.

'Well that's your fault then.'

'No,' Sihtric said, 'no. I thought you would watch a movie with me, and if you would have done so, then you wouldn't be here right now.'

'Sihtric,' you looked at him, tugging the blanket, 'you only dared me to watch a movie so I would end up in your bed again anyway.'

'No,' Sihtric pulled his blankets hard, which you held onto, and you accidentally ended up rolling on top of him as he yanked the blankets over to his side.

'Oh,' he said, blinking rapidly at you, and he cleared his throat, 'n-no, I merely dared you to watch a movie, hoping you'd be scared again, so I could come over to your room and sleep in your bed, which I know is bigger.'

'If you wish to sleep in bed with me, why don't you just ask?' you looked at him with big eyes.

Sihtric shrugged and smiled, tracing your lips with his fingertips. You lost all self control and suddenly pecked his lips.

 'Hey!' Sihtric said, 'no, you had to watch a movie if you wanted to sleep here and kiss me.'

'Well, fine, I guess I broke the rules then so I'll just leave,' you smiled.

You pushed yourself up but Sihtric was quick to pull you back and he flipped you over on your back, which he did surprisingly smoothly with the limited space his bed gave.

'Hey-!' you giggled.

'No, you can't leave,' he smiled, looking down at you, 'unless you wish to leave, of course.'

'... Not really.'

'Not really?' Sihtric leaned in, 'what do you want then?'

'Truth or dare?' you grinned.

'Truth,' Sihtric gave you a cheeky smile.

'Why did you pick me as a roommate?'

'Because,' he said, 'the others were all students.'

'So?' 

'So?' he laughed, 'they're too young.'

'Too young to lure in your bed?' 

'Lady!' Sihtric laughed, shocked, 'too young in general! There's no fun in living with a student if you're not one yourself. And also, you're the first roommate I've ever lured in my bed,' he smiled, then quickly said, 'truth or dare?'

'Truth,' you smiled.

'What did you think of me when you first saw me? Because I remember your big eyes.'

'No!' You laughed and hid your face behind your hands, but Sihtric took your hands, leaning in closer. You felt your core heat up at the pleasant weight of his body.

'Truth,' he reminded you with a mischievous chuckle.

'Fine,' you sighed, 'I thought you were really hot.'

'I knew it!' Sihtric laughed.

'Truth or dare!'

'Dare,' Sihtric shrugged.

'I dare you to take your shirt off,' you taunted.

'Fine,' he said, wasting no time to take off his shirt, and he threw it on the floor before he brought his body back on top of you.

'Truth or dare?' Sihtric smiled as he whispered.

'Dare.'

'I dare you to take off my pants,' he grinned, one eyebrow raised.

'Fine,' you said, pushing him off you.

Sihtric got up out of bed and chuckled when you pulled his sweatpants down, and he quickly kicked them off his ankles.

'Kiss me,' you blurted out as you pulled him back in bed.

'That's not how this game works, lady,' he smiled and cupped your cheeks.

You rolled your eyes and smiled. 

'Truth or dare?' you asked, wrapping your arms around his neck.

'Dare,' Sihtric's voice became raspy.

'I dare you to kiss me.'

'Hmm… what's the forfeit?' he asked with a cheeky grin.

'... You'll have to fuck me,' you giggled.

'Oh, really?' Sihtric smiled, pulling you on top of him, 'then I'll gladly complete the forfeit, lady.'

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