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Now you were struggling to ignore your attraction to him more and more. It wasn’t anything serious – you loved Wonwoo after all. This was just pure sexual attraction that left you embarrassingly horny every time your friend group hung out and he was present. He just had this… thing? Something that you couldn’t explain. The way he looked at you.

The way he was looking at you now with slightly hooded eyes. A smoulder but way more uncaring and quietly (almost imperceptibly) cocky. 

Ok, so, perhaps you had a type. 

You’d been watching each other so much all night that you’d zoned out of a handful of conversations, being brought back to reality with pokes on your shoulder, escalating to light smacks on the head from your friends as they giggled. 

“Hellooo? Birthday girl?? What the fuck are you looking at?”

You’d brushed it off time and time again, blaming it on the alcohol you’d ingested when really, you could only call yourself tipsy if that. Perhaps you would’ve been having a rowdier night yourself if your nerves weren’t so on edge. Or if your boyfriend was actually here. 

It wasn’t late. Downing the rest of your drink, you slid your empty solo cup under the bottom of your friend's and squeezed her arm. “Gonna go call Woo. I’ll be back!”

Loud exclamations, mixed reactions, followed you as you trudged through the sand, finding the pathway in the dark thanks to the glint of the moon and the deck lights that had been left on up at the beach house. 

The house was big but not enough for the whole group of you. People would have to sleep on the couch or on the floor with blankets as a sad make-shift mattress. Perhaps it was a good thing that Wonwoo couldn’t make it for the little getaway weekend. One less body to accommodate. 

Brushing off your sandy feet half-assedly, you made your way inside, the sounds of blasting music and squeals of your friend group becoming muffled by the patio door shutting behind you. You leaned your weight forward on the island counter, legs dangling as you let it ring, your boyfriend’s contact name staring you in your deflating face as you slowly realized he wasn’t going to pick up. It was 9:30pm. Was he still working? Surely, he wasn’t already asleep. 

A light knock startled you, the sound of the door cracking open filling the silence before you could even turn around to see who it was. 

“Crying at your own party?” Changkyun’s expression was blank as he ducked inside, finally smirking only when you shot him a look.

“Not crying.” You swiped up your phone, locking it before slipping it back in your pocket. “Also, not technically my party.”

“Wang’s beach house. Still your party.”

You rolled your eyes slightly, the nervousness hitting you again as you leant back against the counter, palms pressing to it on either side of you. 

Hands tucked casually in his pockets, he dragged his tongue over his bottom lip. It wasn’t sexual; you’d seen him do it a hundred times out of habit. When he was waiting. When he was thinking. But it still made you gulp. 

“Well, guess I should get back out there.”

“He didn’t pick up?”

You looked at him surprised for only a moment before letting out a tiny indignant sigh. “No… he didn’t.”

“Ahh,” he replied with a little nod as if everything made sense now. 

You’d always found Changkyun kind of weird in that quiet, interesting kind of way. At first you’d thought he didn’t like you at all. Wonwoo had assured you that he did. Maybe a little too much. Apparently Wonwoo was incredibly good at reading both of you.

Thankfully, he’d found it all kind of funny, Changkyun being one of his closest friends and everything. It still amused him even now, occasionally teasing you by jokingly suggesting you bring a third into your sex life and questioning you who you would want it to be. Who you thought would agree. 

It was all a set-up so he could pretend to get a little jealous when you would shyly answer with the obvious choice, taunt you relentlessly, then fuck the hell out of you. 

Even if he did notice how wet it made you – god, you hoped he didn’t – Wonwoo couldn’t possibly understand just how much Changkyun actually got to you. Especially now that he had realized the effect he had on you and had developed the audacity to actually take advantage of it. 

Not as much when Wonwoo was around. But on the rare occasion when the group hung out without him or if you saw each other while out, Changkyun had become shameless in how he looked at you, breaking his usual stoic facade to send you quick but overtly deliberate looks, usually involving a cocky raise of an eyebrow or two. It drove you mad. 

Once or twice, he’d leaned in when no one was paying attention, whispering lowly in your ear, making your skin prickle – always something so vaguely suggestive that you couldn’t actually call it inappropriate even though you knew the whole situation was. 

When he stepped closer now, your stomach jumped. Yes, inappropriate is what this would be if he came any closer. 

The only reason you didn’t think he was purely messing with you was thanks to a text he’d sent a couple months ago.

CK: if you’re bored when wonwoo’s busy lmk

CK: we can chill

Not incriminating on its own. But you’d never told Wonwoo about the offer. And you’d never taken him up on it, finding a way to deflect instead, make it sound like you were just as busy. But you weren’t.

He was a foot away, hands in his pockets, just stood in front of you casually in the still darkness of the kitchen. His head tilted down, his gaze meeting yours, and he did it once again: the eyebrow raise. Like it was a question. A request? A challenge? 

It was intimidating and careless and so fucking hot. You wanted to punch him. 

“What?” dropped from you, a bit abrasive. 

“Why so cranky?” he asked, brows furrowing now as if he was actually asking. He wasn’t.

“My boyfriend ditched me for work,” you played along, head tilting to the side, jaw setting as you tried not to waver. 

“On your birthday…” he added with a little wince of feigned sympathy, the whole thing meant to just rub it in more. “That’s shitty.”

You took in a little breath, working so hard to not let your gaze fall to the span of his broad shoulders, the hills of his firm chest beneath that thin t-shirt. “Kind of, yeah.”

He nodded, his gaze trailing down your body then back up. By the time he was meeting your eyes again, he was stepping forward once more, his hands coming to press against the counter on either side of yours. God, he always smelt so fucking good.

“Kyun.” You turned your head as you spoke quietly, inadvertently inviting him closer when you were just trying to avoid his gorgeous face. The awful buzzing inside of you was getting stronger. 

“Hm?”

“What are you doing?”

“Mm, nothing.” His lips brushed your neck like a feather, tickling and making you jump the tiniest bit. “Damn, how long’s it been since he’s touched you?” he said through a smirk before pressing them to you again, this time more firmly, sending a different kind of shock through you. 

A tiny sigh left your lips before you forced yourself to morph it into words: “We can not do this.”

“You want to.”

That one caught you. It was useless to deny it, but admitting it to him felt criminal. 

“You’ve been neglected… I can help,” he whispered against your skin, each word penetrating a little deeper. “Maybe Wonwoo will thank me.”

“I don’t think he will,” you whispered back, practically delirious as he reached your jaw, his nose ending up in your hair. 

“You never know.”

“He’s just busy… We’re– we’re good.”

“I’m not saying you’re not.”

How could someone be so aggravating and so sensual at the same time?

“Just wanna make you feel good on your birthday,” he said then he was tilting his head to yours, catching your bottom lip between his teeth and pausing a moment before pulling slightly, enough to make you moan pathetically. 

Shit.

Tugged by his current, you connected your mouths, your hands floating up to hold his jaw. 

He was closer now, pressing you right up against the counter, his arms wrapping around your back. The deeper the kiss, mouths widening to taste the alcohol on him, the more your inhibitions dissolved. Maybe you were more mad at Wonwoo for bailing than you thought you were. Or maybe he really wouldn’t mind all that much. You could lie to yourself, at least for a few seconds. 

“Think I know how too. Did you know your boyfriend kisses and tells?” he breathed before kissing you again, concealing your surprise. 

You pushed him back but only just enough, not really wanting him to go too far. “What?”

The hazy look in his eye was too much, his head tilting to look at you, gaze dancing over your face, down to your lips. 

“What does that even mean? You guys talk about me?” Your heart was thrumming harder now, in nervousness, in excitement. Sure, you’d figured Wonwoo had bugged Changkyun about his attraction to you about as much as he’d bugged you about yours. But the look on his face was insinuating something else. 

“Mhm,” he sounded out, moving for your lips again as if unable to stay away. “Told me about all the dirty shit you like.”

Your insides twisted, that unsettling feeling in your stomach emanating through you. What the fuck, Wonwoo?

“That you’re just a little whore for him,” he muttered, before taking your lip between his teeth again and biting a bit harder, releasing a second later to drag the tip of his tongue along it. 

All of it sent a shot to your core, your face flaming with heat. “He shouldn’t be telling you stuff,” you replied stubbornly, even as your hands gripped into the front of his shirt and his moved to settle on your hips. 

“Told me we’d probably have fun together.”

“He did not say that,” you pulled back once more to narrow your eyes at him. 

He smiled smugly, apparently enjoying your reaction. “Maybe he did.”

“God, stop being such a fucking liar,” you urged before directing his mouth back to yours, his body coming with it and pressing all along your front. You had daydreamed too many disgusting times about his body pressed to yours like this to not groan at the feeling. 

“Mm– not lying–” he spoke against your kiss, mouth tipping open wider to brush his wet tongue against yours, caressing it as one hand slid up your body, landing warmly on the side of your neck. Breathing a little heavier, he hovered an inch away. “He’s one of my best friends. You don’t think we talk?”

“He’s one of your best friends and you’re doing this–” 

He interrupted you, licking into your mouth again as he caught your chin, distracting you with the firmness of his touches. 

You were hot all over now, especially between your legs where the thrill of all of this had sunk into you despite you knowing how wrong it was. It wasn’t even a lie you were telling yourself; you truly did love Wonwoo. But you’d joked about this with him so many times now that some of the guilt over the idea had seemed to have rubbed away. 

Why didn’t it feel that bad? It should feel bad. It didn’t. It felt so fucking good to kiss him, to have his one hand gripping your hip while the other held your jaw firmly, unable to move away. 

When the two of you separated again, it was on his timing, you lingering in his hold, breathless with red bitten lips, peering up at him. 

“Which one’s your bed?” he asked quietly with a subtle nod to the hallway.

“Is this just a ploy so you don’t have to sleep on the floor?” you muttered, trying to turn your face to look away but he wouldn’t let you, making you watch the slightly intimidating look he shot you, making it clear he was expecting a real answer.

“The master bedroom. But Sam and Kai are sleeping with me so…”

He was already walking away, catching your wrist and tugging you with him, not that you put up any resistance, following him and taking the moment unwatched to swallow the lump in your throat. 

“Kyun,” you said worriedly once the bedroom door was closed behind you but your hands were already moving up his chest, feeling the hard muscle covering him, your feet moving with him as he backed up towards the bed. “Seriously, what are we doing?”

“Do you want this or no?” he asked, dipping his head down to kiss at your neck as his hands found their way under your shirt.

“You know that doesn’t matter.”

“I don’t like seeing you lonely.”

“That’s what this is about?” you whispered, knowing full-well that that was not the truth. 

“I also really want to make you cum. Over and over until you’re crying.”

Your jaw tipped open, head tilting involuntarily back as he sucked on your neck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. He sounded like Wonwoo. He sounded like Wonwoo when he had time for you, when he wasn’t working all the time. 

He licked over the same spot, leaving a swipe of spit all the way up. It was dirty; it made you physically shiver. “You want that? Want to cry on my cock, Y/N?”

“Fuck,” you muttered under your breath, wetness seeping into your panties at the thought, his tone of voice, the way he was scratching lightly along your back. “Wonwoo will kill us.”

“He won’t care,” he replied quickly, devoid of emotion, lifting away a moment to be able to pull your shirt over your head with your full cooperation before adding: “Ok, maybe a little.”

“That’s bullshit.”

“You can beg for his forgiveness. On your knees.”

Oh god, you were so wet. It was uncomfortable at this point. 

“I’m sure it’ll work.” With that, he kissed you once more, drawing you to him. 

Your arms wrapped around his neck tightly as you deepened the kiss, humming into it, addicted to the feeling of him. 

He sat back onto the bed, taking you with him, your legs splaying to straddle him as his hands caressed down over your ass before landing a sharp slap on one cheek. Even through the denim, you could feel the sting of it, reacting with a groan into his mouth. 

“What the fuck?”

Separating your lips abruptly, you recognized Wonwoo’s voice in an instant, your heart beginning to thud heavily. It was lodged up in your throat. Like you couldn’t breathe. He was here?

When you looked at the doorway, he tossed his overnight bag to the ground, staring the both of you down. 

There were no words to say. It was exactly what it looked like. You had meant to. 

“Fuck, Wonwoo–…” you breathed out, scrunching your face up in shame before you could even think to move from where you were propped up over Changkyun – who hadn’t even been smart enough to take his hands off your ass.

He closed the door roughly. “Well, happy fucking birthday to you, huh?” he spat out too quietly before setting his jaw once again, the muscle clearly tensing even from feet away. 

“I’m sorry, I–...” you started before once again finding yourself lost for words, letting out a gust of wasted air as your head dropped down between your shoulders in defeat. 

When you went to move, he was already behind you, his touch forcing you to fall to the side instead, onto the mattress beside his best friend, catching you off guard; he was normally only ever physical with you during sex. He’d never laid a hand on you otherwise.

“I thought you were fucking kidding,” he said, now directed at Changkyun and making you blink up at him in confusion. 

You felt cold all over, the dread of what this would mean seeping into you despite how fast your heart was pumping the blood through your body. 

“I said it seriously,” Changkyun said before shrugging – fucking shrugging – where he was now propped, his hands splayed out behind him holding him up. “Not my fault if you didn’t believe me.”

“Fuck you,” Wonwoo scoffed but it had a tinge of a laugh in it. 

“Wait– what?” you asked, glancing between the two of them in confused panic. 

“She just wants to be touched, man,” Changkyun said then, switching his attention to you as he leaned over onto one elbow, crossing his free arm to graze along your side.

And just as his words promised, you inhaled audibly at the touch, at the intimacy of his fingertips trailing towards your hip bone, the top of your jeans. 

“No shit,” Wonwoo said sharply, bringing a hand up to run through his hair, one stubborn strand falling right back down onto his forehead. But then he didn’t say anything else, didn’t even make a move to stop his friend. He just watched as Changkyun’s thumb dipped under the waistband on your jeans and slid towards the button.

You gulped. Your body was incredibly confused, goosebumps popping up across your skin but no part of you was clear on the exact cause. Because Changkyun still looked hazily drunk on you, and Wonwoo was attempting to process everything at warp speed, his breathing seeming to calm even as his tongue pushed harshly into his cheek. 

And then there was you, laid back on the bed, caught looking between them.

He popped the button, turning his head to look at Wonwoo as his fingers found the zipper and slid it down. “I think she’s nice and wet for us,” he said so simply, looking down right at the moment that Wonwoo’s eyebrows pushed up.

To be fair, he must’ve been longing for it too. It had been weeks since the two of you had fucked. You couldn’t be the only one feeling deprived. 

His gaze hopped from Changkyun’s face to his hand to your face. “Baby,” he said firmly. 

“I… I know,” you said nervously but still making no move to stop his friend. You didn’t want him to stop. But you had to keep your head, at least a little bit. “Should we– go talk?”

Changkyun paused where his hand was dipping inside your jeans, dangerously close to pulling a moan from you, to look up at Wonwoo for his reply.

“Talk about what?” He came close leaning over your legs, hands dipping into the mattress on either side of your thighs, to raise an eyebrow at you. “How you were about to sleep with my best friend? Behind my back?”

“I would’ve told you,” you said in a small voice. 

Wonwoo licked at the corner of his mouth, staring you down. Why did it feel like his anger was more for show than anything? Why hadn’t he tossed Changkyun out of the fucking room yet?

The hand in your pants moved lower, finding the wet spot and pulling a soft inhale from you despite you trying to hide it, your lips pushing together. 

“If you guys are actually going to fuck around on me, at least have the decency to include me,” he said finally, reaching for the top of your jeans to roughly pull them down and straight off, tossing them behind him onto the floor. 

Beside you, the corner of Changkyun’s mouth quirked up. 

What the fuck. The threesome thing has been a joke. A joke. Every time. 

“Wait, what?” you asked, brows drawn together so dramatically, your eyeballs about to pop out of your head. For a second, you completely forgot about Changkyun’s fingers teasing over the crotch of your panties. “Aren’t you… mad?”

He didn’t respond, not even looking at you as he leaned back over you and bit at the top of your breast while his hands went underneath to unclasp your bra. 

Reflexively, your hands tangled in his hair, a gasp coming out at the sudden knick to your skin just as Changkyun started to slowly rub in circles, making a bigger mess of the cotton fabric. Still, you pressed your head into the bed and arched up, making it easier for Wonwoo to fling the bra across the room as well. 

“Do you want me to be mad?” He caught your nipple lightly between his teeth, finally tilting his head up slightly to look at you. 

“I– I, I…” you stuttered out, startled by the feeling and just everything going on at once. With another breath you finally managed a flustered: “I just don’t want you to stop.”

“Oh, I’m not gonna stop.” He sucked the nipple into his mouth harshly, pulling a pained moan from you, the intensity on your touch-starved body hurting so good. 

“You are fucking soaked,” came from beside you, Changkyun’s voice shaking you somehow more than his hand between your legs. 

“I…” you went to speak again but there was nothing to say, a pant leaving your lips as Wonwoo continued to roughly tongue at your nipple, his other hand pinching and squeezing with similar vigour. 

Then Changkyun pressed harder. Right on your clit. 

“Ah, fuck.” Your hips bucked up, immediately beginning to grind against his hand. He was right; you could feel that you were so wet already. It was fucking ridiculous. 

“It turns you on, baby?” Wonwoo paused only a second as he switched to your other breast, taunting you once more before enveloping your hard nipple with his mouth. “The idea of fucking my best friend in front of me?”

Changkyun scooted his body closer, eyes trailing up and down yours as his fingers continued their motion. It felt too good for what it was – as if your nerve endings were on fire. Because there was no way that a bit of rubbing over your panties would normally have you reacting like this. 

You let out a little whimper before the words came. “You– you know the answer to that.”

“Can't believe you told him you wanted to fuck me,” Changkyun said in his low tone, piercing eyes finally connecting with yours. God, he looked so fucking hot, you couldn’t stop the way your teeth bit at your lip.

Wonwoo had started kissing down your torso, sucking harsh marks into the roundness of your breasts, the skin along your rib cage, tongue trailing down to your tummy. 

“Fantasizing about your boyfriend's friend?” Changkyun continued, "Not good, Y/N."

Another whimper as you shut your eyes tight, this time more out of embarrassment than anything. “Couldn't help it.”

“Fuck, you are a little slut,” he mumbled, letting his head fall to your neck, his nose followed by his lips grazing along your jaw line. Then he was biting at your ear lobe, redirecting pain signals up before Wonwoo dragged them right back down again, a dark red spit-covered mark now emblazoned on your hip bone. 

“Is that right? Are you my little slut?” Not even bothering to tell him to move his hand, Wonwoo just pulled the panties off with force, allowing Changkyun’s long fingers to press directly into your wetness, an audible squelching sound reaching all of your ears. 

You moaned at the direct contact, back arching up as you reached out to grab onto Changkyun who was fixated on the sight of your bare core. 

“Hmm? Are you my little slut, baby?” Wonwoo asked again as he crawled back up, pushing your legs apart until they were bent back, leaving you fully on display to both of them. 

When you still didn’t answer, too distracted by the slippery circles being painted over your clit, he slapped the side of one of your breasts, just hard enough for it to grab your attention, following up with a pinch to both nipples. “Hm?”

“Fuck. Yes– sorry, yes. I am,” you spluttered out, clenching around nothing, more arousal undoubtedly leaking out of you as it always did when Wonwoo got rough with you or was mean to you in any capacity. Which was, fortunately, a lot of the time. Your sexual compatibility was insane – it was part of the reason why you ended up feeling so ravenous when he was too busy to be intimate with you for a week or two. You craved it. 

“And you’re going to do everything I say? Be a good little girl?” He leaned down a bit to come face to face with your pussy, dangling his perfect mouth right in front of you. 

You nodded, peering down at him where he had you pinned firmly with his hands on the back of your thighs, and watched as he gathered spit in his mouth then let it drop directly onto your hole. You could feel it, trickling down your folds to your ass and probably onto the sheets beneath you. It just made you moan more. 

“Gotta prove to me that you can be good. Because that’s pretty fucking hard to believe right now, Y/N.”

“I can do that,” you said softly, slipping into obedient submission even faster than normal – thanks to circumstances. 

He looked up at the room for a split second before focusing back on you and the desperate frown between your eyebrows. “You do everything I say. No fucking complaining, ok?”

You gave him another tiny yet fervent nod, eager for him to continue, for something, anything. Whatever he would give you. 

“Ok,” he said, seemingly satisfied before he was tapping the side of your ass. “Turn.”

You did so quickly, watching him with wide eyes as he guided you where he wanted: your head half-hanging off the edge while Changkyun adjusted with you, ending up between your parted legs. 

Right away, your friend was leaning over you, back to teasing your slick folds, making you shiver as you watched him. “This pretty pussy,” Changkyun groaned as he spread it open to two fingers, voice still quiet and relatively monotone even as he expressed his appreciation. “How does he fit in this tiny little cunt?”

The words made you clench, tightening more around the fingertips prodding at your entrance. 

Wonwoo stood by your head. His clothes had come off quickly, his gorgeous dick hanging hard in front of your face when your head fell back to look upside down at him. “We make it fit. Right, baby?” he said too sweetly before grabbing a fistful of your hair. “Open.”

Your tongue was already out before he could even finish the word, lips wrapping around the thick head of his cock as he sunk into your mouth. 

Barely giving you a second, he pushed in farther, his other hand coming to the side of your head as well to hold it in place. 

At the same time, Changkyun was slowly sliding a finger into your warmth, your walls spasming around him. “Fuck,” he groaned low in his throat. “Just wants to be filled so bad.”

Your whine vibrated around Wonwoo’s cock, turning into a gag as he stuffed it down into your throat. Already wetness was springing to your eyes at the feeling of the hard intrusion, your hands jumping to rest on the sides of his thighs though you did nothing to try to stop his movements. All you wanted was for him to use you like he hadn’t done in weeks. 

“Poor neglected pussy. Sucking me in,” Changkyun said and you could hear the exaggerated pout in his voice. “Wonwoo doesn’t pay enough attention to you.”

The fact that it was obvious that he was talking about your pussy over talking about you just made you whine more, the pathetic sound getting louder when he slipped in another finger, pushing them in deep until his knuckles were pressed right up against you. 

Wonwoo had started fucking into your mouth, slow but not slow enough for you to mistake him for being gentle. No, he clearly didn’t care about making you comfortable, pushing it in deep until you were gagging all over again before pulling out to let you breathe a moment, letting the strings of spit hang from his dick. 

You kept your mouth open, ready to receive him over and over again, even when your jaw started to ache a bit, wide eyes brimming with tears, staring up at him each time he pulled back enough for you to be able to see him. 

“Good girl. Love it when you listen to me,” he groaned, finally letting you hear a bit of the satisfaction in his voice, the mix of the physical pleasure with the control he had over you. 

A proud hum bubbled out of you, the praise sending an actual tingle across your skin and making you clench once more. 

Changkyun started fucking into you a little harder, making you a little more crazy. But you weren’t sure how much farther you could go. It felt like they’d barely done anything to you and you were already about to crumple. 

Wonwoo’s hands slid down from the sides of your head to your neck, thumbs crossing over to lightly choke you as he fucked into your throat a little quicker, using shallower thrusts to feel the way his length moved under his palms. He’d fucked you liked this before; only a handful of times but he always came so hard when he did, entranced by the feeling of his thick cock causing a protrusion in your throat. 

It was hard on you though, taking him this way while simultaneously having Changkyun pumping into you. You couldn’t writhe and moan in the way you needed to. But you were being good – whatever Wonwoo wanted. Whatever they wanted. 

Feeling him hard and leaking in your throat was enough to kill you, especially when he would look down at you when he pulled out, jaw dropped open as he took in your messy appearance. Even with the face he put on when he was dominating you, he could never fully hide the way you drove him crazy. 

Cursing between breaths, your eyes locked with Wonwoo’s as Changkyun fucked into you harder, wrapping an arm around you to hold your hips down, and hooking his fingers in a way that had you crying out nonsensically. 

“You’re such a fucking mess, baby. You like his fingers that much?” He rubbed his tip over your tongue that was once again obediently awaiting him, before pulling back. “Or you just like being used this much?” He smirked at your fucked-out nod, your eyes falling shut as the next moan was shook from you. 

“Gonna come? Can’t even keep still,” you heard Changkyun chastise, leaning more weight onto the hand he had pinned across your body. 

It put pressure on your lower stomach, making everything more intense, the drag of his fingers overwhelming as you tightened around him. Wonwoo’s grip on your throat tightened too and before you knew it, you were coming, practically gushing around Changkyun’s fingers as you cried out, zero perception of how loud you were being, your hands flying to yank on the sheets on either side of you. 

“Good girl,” one of them said, so low you could practically feel it, but in your haze their deep voices were interchangeable. 

You were still wiggling under Changyun’s hold, taking his unrelenting ministrations, still shivering in pleasure, still disoriented, when you felt Wonwoo’s hand move to your jaw, a brief warning before his dick was pressing at your lips, opening them easily to push in again. 

“Keep going. Being such a good little toy now.” He was being nice, using your lips that you were suctioning as best you could, using your tongue that you were trying to remember to work, guiding himself not too deep into you over and over until he too was moaning. 

When you came down to earth and the fingers in your pussy became too much, you reached for your friend’s hand, grabbing at his wrist blindly. But he just pushed you away, holding your wrist tightly to your tummy as he continued his pace, not even bothering to slow down to give you a chance to recover. 

You moaned out your disagreement, slight alarm even, at the intense feeling but it was like it barely met his ears, muffled by Wonwoo sliding into your mouth again and cooing at you that you could take it.

He knew you could; he knew you so well. He’d pushed you far. He also knew that you would tap his leg three times if you really needed them to stop. Had that been something he’d told Changkyun too? 

When you heard a sharp pftoo, it was followed by another glob sharply hitting your clit. He pulled his fingers out for a moment to collect the extra lubrication before pushing them in again, now with three instead of two, flipping to be palm up. 

“Ahh,” you gasped out around the cock in your mouth, quickly losing your mind to the point where you could barely do your job anymore. No, now you really were just a hole for Wonwoo to use, fucking himself into your mouth as every muscle in your body contracted, a sudden pressure so strong at the way Changkyun’s perfect fingers were back to abusing your g-spot. 

Once again, you could hear the wetness of your orgasm, his fingers pumping in and out at lightning speed as he drew out your euphoria. The pleasure shot out from your core, to your fingertips, to your tiptoes. All you could do was sob around Wonwoo’s cock as he came too, one hand bracing gently on your chest as the other jerked himself through it, keeping just the tip between your lips. 

“Fucking– ughhh,” he groaned, the thick cum hitting your tongue and being quickly swallowed down in your effort not to choke. When he was done, he pulled away, the final dribbles of his release getting smeared on your cheek before he was wiping it up with a finger to push into your mouth. 

Finally, Changkyun was slowing his movements but you were still shuddering, attempting to babble at him that it was enough. 

“You wanted him so bad. You’re gonna take whatever he gives you. I know you can take a lot, baby.”

The words didn’t really sink in. Your eyes were still closed, your body finally able to relax down into the mattress now that Changkyun had stopped moving his hand, seemingly adjusting himself on the bed from the way it was dipping. 

Suddenly, you were overwhelmed with the wet warmth of a tongue enveloping your clit, swiping over it in broad strokes, and you could feel his fingers pressing against your front wall rhythmically. He couldn’t really be trying to get you to come again, could he?

“Ah, god. It’s– it’s too much–”

But then, just when you felt like you were going to have to push him away, the surge of pleasure was hitting you. He was pulling against the inside of you just right, mixing it with the suction on your clit, making you moan desperately for him again, your fingers tangling in his hair for grounding. 

“Fuck! Kyun–” Your words were strangled, messy, completely involuntary. “Oh my god, I’m coming again, I’m coming, I’m coming–” you rambled, turning it into a whiny sob when you started to run out of breath. You couldn’t help the way you were rolling your hips up against his face, your back arching off the bed and your hand still gripping tightly in place so he wouldn’t dare stop – not until your third high had run its course. 

It was only once you’d collapsed into jelly that he backed off, removing his fingers and leaving you with one final lick of your arousal, gathering it on his tongue and swallowing it down as you lifted your head to stare down at him in disbelief.

Now you were truly a mess, eyes still watery around the edges and your chest heaving from the exertion simply from coming that hard. 

He smirked, licking at his fingers as he sat up onto his knees, letting you get a good look at the large tent in his pants. Fuuuck. 

But you were so fucking spent already. “I can’t, I can’t,” you whispered with a shake of your head.

“He knows what he’s doing, baby.”

“Yeah, clearly,” you said under your breath but they both heard you because Changkyun let out a sexy little chuckle and Wonwoo was smirking at you as he came back over from where his bag sat, chucking a condom onto the sheets beside you. 

“Remember when you said you were going to do everything I say? That means taking everything that we’re giving you, pretty girl.” He climbed on the bed as Changkyun climbed off to undress. “I’m being so nice right now. So you don’t get to fight it.” 

“I… I already came three times,” you said exasperated but your voice was soft, hoping it would help you attain the pity you were looking for. 

“So?” he asked uncaringly, pushing his eyebrows up at you and shrugging. Well, clearly this wasn’t going to go in your favour. 

“So... it’s a lot…” you said even more pathetically, sitting up shakily and reaching out for him to come closer. 

He did so immediately, helping you so you were both kneeling on the bed, your hands slipping over the defined muscles of his abdomen. “Yeah, but I don’t care.” It came out so patronizingly sweet, the chosen words in complete contradiction to his tone and the way he was gently holding you steady in front of him. 

Crazily, it sent a wave of arousal through you, straight to your swollen, sensitive cunt, forcing out a little frustrated whimper from you. 

“My needy little slut wants a cock so bad that she’s willing to fuck my best friend. But now that she gets it, it’s too much. Is that right? Is it too much, baby?” he carried on, now in a much more commanding tone, looking over to Changkyun who had settled near the two of you on the bed, then back to you. 

Your chin tipped up, asking for a kiss as you tried to tug him closer. 

“Answer the question, baby.”

“No…” you said through a pout.

“No, what?”

“It’s not too much.”

He took hold of your jaw. “So, you’re going to be good?”

Your tongue wet your lips as you nodded in his grip. “Can I have a kiss, baby? Please?”

“Open,” was all he said then you were doing so, sticking out your tongue for him once again so he could spit on it forcefully. He waited a moment, admiring you and your puppy dog eyes, mouth wide open like a good little girl, before he closed it with a press of his fingers under your chin and instructed you to swallow. 

As soon as you had done so, he was pulling you into a deep kiss, the feeling a shattering relief in your system. He was familiar; he was home. Even when he was treating you like this because he knew you loved it, he was your ultimate comfort. With a hum of satisfaction, you kissed him back eagerly, hands wrapping around the sides of his neck as you pushed your body flush with his. 

“Take his dick and don’t complain,” he said when he pulled back, pushing you softly away from him and towards his friend who was now tearing open the condom with his teeth. 

“You sure, man?” Changkyun asked casually as he slid it on. It was the first moment you actually took in his dick and how big it was. How it rivalled Wonwoo in length and girth. And how it was about to ruin you. 

“Do whatever you want. She wants to get used? Use her.” 

Again, you found yourself gulping, your heart speeding up at the mean words. You wanted it so bad but Changkyun made you nervous. Clearly he was relentless in the same way your boyfriend was. And yes, you trusted him as a friend. But this was all new.

“How do you want it?” he asked you, catching you off guard as you came closer, taking in the gorgeous lines of his built physique. Before you could answer, a hand was sliding up your neck so he could take hold of your hair and use it to turn your face up towards him and his apathetic eyes. “Hmm?”

How had you ended up in bed with someone even colder than your boyfriend? Fuck, you liked it so much. The thought distracted you, keeping you from answering. 

“Fine. I’ll choose,” he said, letting go of his hold so he could spin you around, a hand coming down on your back to push you onto your hands and knees. 

Even with how spent you were from the previous orgasms, your knees quickly spread a little wider as you lowered yourself onto your forearms, presenting yourself as if you were the birthday gift. 

“Such a pathetic little slut. Just wanted to get fucked so bad,” Changkyun taunted as his hand caressed your ass cheek, pulling you open for him as he directed his cock to rub over your slick lips. 

“God,” you sighed out a moan, swaying back in search of more.

“You just love being talked down to, don’t you?” he said amusedly as he leaned over your back and pushed down on the back of your neck, retreating his length away from you. “Fuck…”

Right away you were whining, not prepared for him to tease after how the night had gone so far. Normally Wonwoo teased you so much, made sure you were capable of being a patient good girl for him. Tonight, you’d been spoiled. 

“I told you. She fucking loves it.”

Your head turned to look at Wonwoo as you tried to comprehend his words. But as much as you wanted to say something, present your disdain for your sex life being shared so openly, deep down you just found it hot. Because it was him and Changkyun. And the idea of them talking about you like that made you feel strangely powerful, filling both of their minds in such a way.

And, there was the fact that you were so thoroughly in a submissive headspace. You couldn’t talk back to Wonwoo if you tried. 

“Arch your back for me,” came next and you did just that, pressing your chest to the bed and lifting as best you could for Changkyun’s hands to caress the globes of your ass. 

“I told she’s perfect,” Wonwoo spoke up, settling beside you so you could see him where you had your head turned. 

Changkyun chuckled. “You did say that. Many times.” His tip was teasing at your hole again, dipping inside marginally before brushing over your clit to make you jerk slightly. “You didn’t know that, baby, did you? That your boyfriend tells me about how perfect your pussy is all the time?”

When you turned slightly to look up at him, Wonwoo was watching your reaction unworried, hand reaching out to stroke your hair. “I only say good things, I promise.” 

Your brows pulled into a wince, your body reacting more to the sensations than to any big revelations going on. At this point, you really didn’t care. You just needed him inside of you. Why was he still not inside of you? “Please. Feel so empty,” you whined softly. 

Changkyun cursed under his breath, pushing into you a little before pulling back. “That was so cute, it almost worked.”

Everything he said was making your stomach flip but the word ‘cute’ coming from his lips to describe you was doing even more. “Please, please,” you whispered out a few more times, using your last few brain cells in the best way you could imagine.

He groaned again, gripping harder where his hands sat on your hips. Wonwoo laughed at him and you almost smiled. 

“Changkyun-ah…” you breathed. “Want you please.”

“That’s how she gets you.”

“Such a good girl. Asking so nicely,” Changkyun praised as he pushed in again, this time granting you a few rock-hard inches. 

“Oh my god,” you choked out, your body tipping forward a bit, retreating from the intense stretch. 

“Nuh-uh-uh-” Wonwoo sounded, leaning forward to place a firm hand on your back – a clear direct that you were to stay in place. 

“Be good,” Changkyun said firmly at the same time. 

With that, you did so as best you could, face smushing into the mattress as you stayed still, hands scrunched up in the sheets, taking everything he gave you as he slid in further. 

“Fuck, good fucking girl.” Now, Changkyun was even more talkative, words slipping out effortlessly at the feel of you. “How are you so tight around me still? Did you not already come three times? What the fuck?”

Your reply was simply a wavering moan as he bottomed out in you, his hands pulling your hips back against his pelvis until he was pressed in as far as he could possibly go. “I–” you squeaked out before stopping yourself. 

“Don’t say it’s too much, baby. I won’t be happy with you.”

“But–” you started to say but you shut yourself up when Changkyun started to move, pulling out almost all the way before sinking back into your sensitive warmth. 

“But what?” he asked from behind you, sliding in again and again until you couldn’t even process either of them speaking to you. It felt so fucking good after him making you wait, your perpetual arousal making him slip in a little easier and allowing that squelching sound a reappearance. "You can take it.

It was practically unfair how easy it was for both of them to get you like this. Changkyun knew how to fuck you as if he’d done it a hundred times. 

He’d barely been pumping into you for two minutes before you were already on the brink, endless pathetic sounds coming from you as you took him deep, any discomfort from the rough handling earlier disappearing as your cunt pulsed around him. 

Wonwoo was laid beside you now, whispering more dirty shit into your ear as his fingers tucked into your hair once again – they’d talked about you so much, about how much Changkyun would enjoy ruining you too, about how you thrived on being dominated… It was no wonder that he would always look at you the way he did; he’d already fucked you in his head a thousand times over. 

Breathy moans fell from you with each word. It was too good. Wonwoo knew just how to talk to have you clenching around his friend’s cock so hard that it almost hurt, making more tears spring to your eyes. 

Changkyun cursed behind you, fucking you even harder at the sound of your whimpers. “She’s gripping me so tight, Jesus Christ,” he groaned out with effort. 

When Wonwoo pulled back to be able to slip two fingers into your mouth, you knew – and he knew too – you were about to be done for. Because as soon as you were done dutifully sucking them, coating them in your spit, he was reaching under you and finding your clit to rub in quick circles.

You gasped but nothing else came out as you came hard for both of them, jaw dropped open as you pressed your forehead down into the mattress, holding tightly to whatever you could. 

While Wonwoo’s hand worked furiously, Changkyun just fucked you harder, low moans coming out of him at the feeling of your walls spasming around his length. 

“Good girl… Coming so good for us,” Wonwoo praised. “You like my friend’s cock? Just needed a dick? Any dick to get off on?”

You were still in another world but you felt yourself shake your head as if it was someone else. 

“No, that’s right. I know you wanted his. Is it as good as you thought, baby?” he asked, the taunting tone so evident in his voice. “Is it better than mine? Or is mine still the best you’ve ever had?”

You knew you shouldn’t answer. You couldn’t talk anyway, not with the way they were both carrying on, not giving you a spare second for your body to come down and reset. No, Changkyun was still rolling into you, not as hard but still sliding in steadily while Wonwoo fondled your clit between his fingers. 

Your body writhed but it wasn’t sure whether to go towards the stimulation or away. When you finally could speak, all you could get out was a tired: “Oh my god.”

“I know, baby, I know.” So condescending that it thrilled you all over again. “But Changkyun-ah’s not done.”

You whimpered, the sensations grating on you now, despite them not being painful. Still, Wonwoo’s fingers were doing wonders to soothe, swirling over your clit just right, until you were melting into the bed.

“Come here,” he said suddenly, helping you to lift your head and turn it to kiss him. It set you alight again; something you would never get tired of, Wonwoo’s soft lips moving over yours so tenderly. 

When you moaned into the kiss at the brush of his tongue, you tightened once again, pulling more sounds from the man behind you. 

“One more. Come for me once more, Y/N-ah, then I’ll come for you.” 

You could hear the strain in his husky voice but he still sounded far too held together for everything that was going on. Apparently, like his best friend, he too had superior self-control. 

While you couldn’t fathom coming again, Wonwoo disagreed, pulling back from the kiss to look into your shiny eyes. “One more, baby. Give him one more for me. You’re so wet, dripping all over my hand. My little whore. I know you can give us one more.”

Your immediate reaction was to pout at his serious face, your head easily falling back to the bed with the jerks of your body. 

But then Changkyun was directing your hips back a bit more, lowering them slightly so he could hit a different angle, a somehow better angle, once that made him feel bigger inside of you. “Here, like this. Fuck – does that feel good?”

“Mhm,” you hummed, nodding eagerly as the feeling overtook you, making you see stars. Then you were gasping again as he hit into that spot harder: “Oh fuck!”

Wonwoo’s lips found your neck, sucking harshly at the skin, making up for how unblemished it had been recently. Doubling down, he used his free hand to pinch your nipple, trying to send you into sensory overload and succeeding.

More moans; this time from both of you as Changkyun got close as well. But you couldn’t worry about him because suddenly you were coming again, the wave hitting you so hard and fast that not a single one of you seemed to expect it. 

“Ahh, fuuuuck, god–” Body tingling, you shook in place, your legs about to give out, hip flexors on fire from the effort to keep yourself up. But it was so good that it was somehow worth it, all the dopamine coursing through your veins making you feel like you were floating. 

As you tensed, riding out the feeling, his thrusts faltered, the start of his release meeting the end of yours with the way he pushed deep and held himself there. 

With a few throaty curses, he spilled into the condom, staying enveloped in your tight grip for an extra minute as the both of you tried to catch your breath. 

“Good job, baby,” Wonwoo praised softly. “Such a good girl.”

You were sticky; you were sore – but none of that compared to the buzz still flowing through you. Not just from the orgasm but from the whole thing. You were so tired, you wouldn’t have been surprised if you were dreaming, about to wake up in a groggy state next to the two drunk friends you were supposed to have shared this bed with. 

Wonwoo was watching you, thumb brushing over the mark he’d left on your neck before moving to push back the strands of hair that were slipping into your face. “You good, love?” he asked softly, careful eyes watching you as you took in a deep breath, not fully there yet. 

When Changkyun pulled out of you gently, your body slipped down until it was flat on the mattress, the soreness in your hips aching for a moment at the release of tension before it started to subside. 

It wasn’t surprising when he didn’t say anything else, disappearing to chuck the condom before coming back onto the bed with his boxers replaced. He sat on the other side of you, watching as Wonwoo embraced you, kissing your forehead, cheeks, nose. 

“I’m good.” You smiled warmly at his affections, sleepy eyes taking slow blinks before you were able to focus them on him. “So, so good.”

He seemed to like that, his face softening at the words and the way you were looking at him. “Mm, I fucking love you,” he said, all cutely aggressive before he was pressing another kiss to your lips. Satisfied, he rolled onto his back, one hand coming up to run through his hair while the other lingered on you. 

Feeling the need to move your shaky body, and wanting to be able to see Changkyun again in the process, you flipped over as well. When you looked at him, laying a hand on his bare knee and giving it a tiny squeeze, he looked at you a little surprised. 

“Hey,” you breathed, not really sure what to say but wanting to say something. You’d all been so caught up in the lust and excitement – now all that was left was the actual fallout of every insane decision that had been made in the last hour. 

“Hey,” he said in his awkward way, almost suspiciously, though he didn’t seem nervous at all. His gaze dropped to your hand before meeting your eyes once more. 

You couldn’t help the little breath of laughter that came out. This was all ridiculous. You pulled yourself up, making sure you didn’t feel too dizzy before pushing off the bed onto your feet. Yep, you were definitely going to be sore. 

They both watched you as you tiptoed to find your clothes that had been whipped around, pulling on enough to cover you before you slipped out of the door to go find the bathroom. 

Being alone while you peed, it made it easy to worry about what happened now. But instead of allowing yourself to speculate, you hurried back to the room, walking in and shutting the door swiftly behind you to find the two of them chatting and laughing as they pulled on their own clothes. 

Now, you felt nervous but in a different way. In a butterflies way. 

“Yeah, we'll see,” is the last thing that Wonwoo said before he was looking at you expectantly, switching his attention. 

You walked right to him, clinging to his side as he wrapped his arms around you. 

“Hi baby,” he greeted, thumb rubbing over your shoulder where he held you. “Go on,” he whispered, loosening his grip for you to climb on the bed, knowing he’d follow, knowing he cared to be extra attentive after something like that. “How do you feel?” he asked, settling against the headboard as you curled up on him, his arms circling your waist. 

“All good,” you assured, enjoying the warmth around you as your eyes settled on Changkyun.

He was standing at the corner of the bed, hands finding his pockets once more, looking at the two of you. 

“You can come here, you know,” you said after a moment, feeling like something would be unresolved inside of you until you felt him on you too. 

It felt far too weird to just go back to giving each other looks after that. The remnants of your last orgasm hadn’t even fully settled inside of you and he was standing six feet away like he hadn’t just been responsible for every single one of them. 

He shot you a look, brow quirking up, looking so handsome all of a sudden. “Where the fuck do you want me to go?”

“Right here,” you offered casually, opening your arms to him. “We’re all entitled to a bit of aftercare, I would think.”

His lip twitched, his gaze darting to Wonwoo.

“As long as that’s ok with you,” you added over your shoulder upon realizing you were taking a startling amount of liberties in your relationship in one day. 

“It’s not like either of you would listen to me anyway,” he said flatly but he squeezed you a bit tighter. Changkyun’s little smile – like he was suppressing it a bit – confirmed that Wonwoo was just teasing once more. 

When he climbed on and crawled over, now apparently comically unsure how to move around you, you had to actually pull him down on you to get him to settle, letting him rest back against your chest. 

“This is so weird.”

“Shush,” you admonished softly before nuzzling into the embrace on both sides of you, his upper body too broad for you to really wrap around him well. “You wanted to fuck me? This is what comes with it.”

You could feel the little chuckle he let out before he finally let the weight of his head rest back against your sternum. 

“Ok then,” he gave in quietly and you were surprised at the relief you felt. 

Wonwoo kissed your hair before whispering into your ear: “You’re cute.”

It made you giggle. “Obviously, we need to talk about this…”

“Mm,” Wonwoo agreed noncommittally. 

“Mostly, I feel like you need to say something.”

“Mm,” he sounded out again, more like a grumble. This whole situation was a surprise to you but Wonwoo’s lack of desire to talk it to pieces wasn’t. 

“Or don’t,” you added, laughing once more. “Just thought you might… have some thoughts.”

Changkyun just listened, a hand coming to play with your fingers where they laid on his clothed torso. 

“I love you,” Wonwoo said after a moment.

“I love you,” you said through a smile, turning your head slightly to kiss his shoulder. 

“Don’t leave me for Changkyun.”

Another chuckle. “I’m not leaving you for anyone.”

“Then we’re good.”

“See, I told you we’re good,” you said, tapping your hand lightly on Changkyun’s abdomen.

“And I told you he’d forgive you,” he replied right away.

“Oh my god,” you muttered, rolling your eyes as your arms unconsciously cuddled him closer. Then you felt him grasp your hand in his, still leaving it where it was. 

“So, is this happening again or…?” he asked, voice completely neutral. 

You turned your head once more, a signal to Wonwoo that he was expected to speak. 

“Mm,” he hummed once more, sounding sleepier now as his head came forward to press a kiss to your shoulder. “We’ll figure out how it’ll work in the morning.”

“Really?” you asked quietly. 

“Someone needs to take care of you when I’m too busy,” he said simply, like it was terribly obvious. 

Your toes wiggled involuntarily, the embarrassing habit betraying your happiness. It made Wonwoo let out a deep chuckle. 

“Cute,” Changkyun said, twisting his leg to knock against your foot.

With a squeeze of his hand, you shushed him and smiled.

A/N: clearly i really struggle to write just smut. like i just get attached to the characters and want there to be something deeper or give them some kind of happy ending or life after whatever i’m writing. so sorry if the ending stuff feels random. i just felt like i had to have some kind of resolution between the three of them for my own sake! especially after the smut being a bit more intense… so yeah! i hope you enjoyed this as much as i did 💕

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Sharp brown eyes found a seat away from the rowdy crowd of men and women. A look of acknowledgment was shot between him and the female bartender who looked rather done with her shift. He knew what he needed and what he needed was something strong. So he voiced that to the girl as she lazily nodded her head.

Once the drink was in his hands, he turned his attention towards the crowd. It was easy to tell how many people stood on the dance floor. He ignored the flirtatious looks as his eyes kept scanning. Rather he ignored them all and kept his eyes on one single person as they did the same with him. Changkyun watched her movements carefully. Her movements matched the beat of the music almost perfectly, almost as if the girl dancing had practiced for this moment in particular.

Another sip of alcohol burned down his throat, but he gave no signs it did too much to bother him. Relaxing back against the bar, Changkyun could only note how inviting the girl looked dancing alone. It was almost an itch he wanted to scratch ever so desperately, but instead, he stayed by the bar playing with the rim of his shot glass as his brown eyes stared down the girl with mixed emotions.

He knew he shouldn’t do it. But he couldn’t help it. He knew it certainly wasn’t the alcohol talking. He drank merely a sip of it. He was already intoxicated by the mere thought of being in the same room as her.

Changkyun noted her skintight dress. The dress that fit her almost too perfectly. It seemed so new. It had Changkyun shift where he stood against the bar. Everyone around him was a seamless void. Only the girl on the dance floor was in his line of sight, her movement ever so flawless it had Changkyun itching for more, to feel more.

His skin tingled with unknown sensations. He craved for things he knew he shouldn’t have. But he wanted it. To reach for something that maybe could be dangerous, but to live for danger is what he would do if it meant achieving a toxic high. Something so toxic he knew it would be killer.

Changkyun couldn't recall when he downed the rest of his drink or when he moved to push himself through the bodies that grinded against each other to achieve one of the highs they were looking for. It felt like a hike to get to the single her, but once he was within reach the males hands wrapped around her waist pulling her back flush against his front.

The dress she wore was almost next to perfect in Changkyun’s eyes. The same color

purple he had loved so much. His purple. It was almost too much for him to handle. Especially with the way his hands moved around her body, around her dress. It was smooth, the skin showing just the right amount of skin to make anyone go wild. Perhaps too much skin he started feeling a bit territorial.

Her presence alone was enough to fill his body with warmth. It wasn’t like the packed bodies did much. They were merely a void he’d have his mind push to the side so he could focus on her alone.

The feeling of her hands running through Changkyun’s hair was enough to let him hum out in content, but it was the feeling of her grinding against his body that drove him wild. Fingers against the silk of her dress had Changkyun’s mind on a fritz. He was barely holding himself together at the feeling of her body against his own.

Moving his hand up Changkyun caught her face turning it towards the left so he could catch her lips with his own. The taste of her cherry chapstick was enough to send Changkyun’s mind into a mess of foggy unknowns. He knew he’d be in that land for a long time.

The other hand continued to explore her body. Changkyun wanted to feel more. He needed to feel more. He wanted to know what her skin felt like against his own. He wasn't oblivious to the small whines that came from her. The music was loud, but not loud enough to hide those from the rapper.

When she turned her body around Changkyun’s hands were quick to pull her close lips connecting with hers. Now it was Changkyun’s turn to run his fingers through her h/c. Her hair was soft, surely driving the male into another state of a wild frenzy deep inside.

The moment Changkyun pulled away for some air he could only read one thing from the girl that stood right in front of him.

More.

Whether it was on purpose or accident, the soft cry that came from her when she fell onto the bed had Changkyun go crazy. Brown eyes watched as she propped herself up with a slight smirk on her face. Almost as if she knew what she did to him. Perhaps she did.

He knew she did.

Lips quickly met each other once more. This time there was no worry about where Changkyun could move his hands to. No worries that he'd expose something she didn't want to. Lips continued to fight against each other, the tongues fighting for an unnamed dominance. It was a perfect bliss that had both of them melting into a mess of ecstasy.

When their lungs cried for air Changkyun moved his lips from her own to her neck treating such like it was a canvas, and his lips were the paintbrush. The soft mewls and whimpers that came from the female below him had Changkyun wanting to rush. He knew there was more than just small cries. But Changkyun took his time marking up her neck as if it was the last thing the male could ever do.

Once satisfied with his work he pulled away immediately making eye contact with the panting girl. Her eyes were already half glossed over, lips were swollen from their little make-out session. But what Changkyun wanted to see was more. What she had hidden under the purple silk dress had been hidden from the male for far too long. He wanted to see more. To taste more.

Eyes flicked up for a moment to lock with hers to try and read what she wanted. It was almost a relief when he had read it so easily.

Make me yours.

Changkyun couldn't remember when he had taken (tore) the dress off the girl that laid in his bed. But seeing her fully exposed for him only had Changkyun’s breath hitch. It was surely a sight that Changkyun wanted to imprint in his mind forever.

Lips connected to her left breast quickly causing the girl above him to cry out in shock, the mewls and whines now something much more. Music to the males ears is more like. Alternating between the left and right breast with his lips, his hand would play with the breast that wasn't occupied with his lips.

Slowly Changkyun made his way down to the place where he wanted to be the whole night. Soft kisses peppered the girl's stomach often leaving small little bruises that'll have the girl remember this night for as long as they remained.

The smell of her arousal was enough for Changkyun’s mind to grow foggy within seconds. Such a sweet scent that he had hoped he wouldn't forget about.

Her legs were now spread open allowing him to do whatever he wanted to do to her. Teasingly he kissed the corners of her legs while brown eyes met hazy e/c. One lick parted her folds causing her to jerk in surprise and pleasure.

Changkyun was slowly getting off at the moans that emitted from her. The taste that came from her was too sweet, almost perfect. And he wanted more. To have his taste buds remember every sweet drop that her body gave him. His tongue continued to give love to her clit as he inserted a finger slowly gathering a rhythm.

Slowly, her moans turned into whines and praises. Her hands no longer grabbed at the sheets, rather they were now tangled within his hair grabbing and pulling. It didn't bother Changkyun for a moment. Instead, he enjoyed the feeling of it, and the moment it ended he knew he'd be lost.

Another finger was slid in causing the girl to cry out in pleasure. His tongue continued to include her clit while his fingers worked whatever magic they could. Changkyun knew she was close when her walls continued to clamp around his fingers. The whine that left the girl was quickly replaced with a cry of pleasure when his tongue entered inside her.

It didn't take long for her to cry out finding her release. The taste of her on Changkyun’s tongue drove the male wild. It was all he wanted to taste that whole night. Lapping up whatever was left, his lips began to leave more kisses wherever they could.

She allowed him to.

Her body glistened with sweat as his lips met her own once more, the soft moan bubbling from deep within her telling him that she enjoyed the taste left on his lips.

His hands were everywhere once more. His brain needed to remember every single little detail about her. The blocked whine told him that there was more she wanted, and who was he to throw away her want?

Pop.

The sound of their lips disconnecting from one another echoed throughout the room as he made a move to have their bodies fully meet. The unison of cries and please joined the forgotten sound. And soon the sound of the bed rocking and skin meeting was what filled the room.

Her moans were like music to his ears once more. A song so beautiful it would put his own music to shame if it were to ever meet the light of day. But he couldn’t allow it to happen for he knew he was too possessive to allow such to happen.

Fingers clasped together as her legs wrapped around his waist urging him with unspoken words to go deeper. So, he did. Deeper. Faster. He gave her his all.

Just for her.

He knew she was close. She squeezed around him tightly. And for the first time he hated it, but he couldn’t stop himself from chanting “cum around my cock baby girl” over and over like a soft cry hoping that she’d fulfill his dream.

She did.

Her cries were much louder than her moans thanks to the added pressure when his hands snuck down to give her abounded clit some love. He knew he was close. He was sloppy, and her own mixed words of “cum in me. Make me yours” filled the air over his own cries and pleas.

He couldn’t help it. He couldn’t control himself. It was too much. He listened to her. His own cum filling her up as his thrusts never seemed to let up. Not even for a second as he chanted out “mine mine mine” like a prayer.

He knew it wasn’t true. Not even when he fell beside her holding her close. And certainly not when he woke up to an empty bed and the birds chirping. He knew he shouldn’t have been disappointed. But the choked-up sob that left his lips told his heart that he once again wanted to get drunk and forget what happened.

A mistake that he had hoped would fix something. She wouldn’t stay. Not even if he got down on his knees and begged her to. He hated how easily he fell for her charms. Just like the day he fell in love with her. He knew the games she was playing.

She was toying with his emotions. Just like the day she walked out the door after their ugly argument. Just like the day she posted a picture with another man. Just like last night wearing that damned purple dress.

The tears were fresh reminders that the hanging bandages around his heart were torn open. It hurt. Hurt hurt hurt hurt. And all he could do was cry. Soft silent sobs wracking and shaking his body so much that it hurt. And not even curling up into a pitied ball would help ease the pain.

He needed her. The person that held the supply of air. And she took it and left without even looking back. That same four lettered word rang in his mind. But how could he forget it was his fault she left.

He was busy. He forgot. He became careless.

“I wouldn’t care if you left! I could have anyone!”

It made him sick knowing he didn’t feel the tasteful alcohol. Rather it was his own angered sober thoughts that voiced it. The only time he regretted his words was when she slammed the door behind her and blocked his number.

He lied to her. He couldn’t have anyone. The fame was too much. He needed her. He needed her to feel normal. To not be I.M of Monsta X. No. To be Changkyun that had his heart loved.

But it was too damaged it hurt. Everything fucking hurt.

***

He knew he should care.

His phone went off like a madman and he couldn’t find himself caring one bit. He was unmoving from where he sat. He couldn’t remember when he carried his body to his dorm room, nor could he remember anything other than what happened the night prior. Her body was all he could remember.

He was stuck. Motionless. Spiraling into the depths of emptiness and he knew he wouldn’t find his way out for a long time. So why should he care? Why should he give a damn about the world when it seemed to not want to care about him? Why was it so easy to hold onto something that didn’t want him back?

He wanted to scream, but when he opened his mouth, nothing came out. Nothing more but another pitiful cry. How had he not noticed the prickling tears that welled in his eyes like a dam ready to break? Then it broke. The ugly tears that crashed down his face ready to find a home on the ground below.

His body was shaking. When did that start? When did the hysterics start? Why did she do this to him? Why couldn’t he move on? Why couldn’t he breathe? Why why why?

He screamed.

A cry of agony that was held for no one but the pain he caused himself. He did this to himself. The scars forever there and unfading. It was unfair. Life was unfair. But he did this to himself. He could only blame himself.

Why did he let himself slip? Why couldn’t he stay home? Why couldn’t he just ask Minhyuk or maybe his closest friend Jooheon for some cheering up? And why the hell was someone blowing up his phone?

The same amount of why’s that drove a headache into his head and a heavy heart that cracked more.

He sat on his floor bawled and bare. His heart was out there that was soaked in the tears of his heartbreak. And all he could remember was the damn cherry lip gloss that stole his heart.

Who was touching him? Why was he having a panic attack? And why was he hearing the voice of the woman that left while he was asleep?

He was hyperventilating. Freaking out while clawing at his chest gasping for air that tried to fill blocked lungs. Everything hurt. His mind played too many games with him, and he certainly felt dizzy.

“Changkyun.” A voice so soft broke his heavy and intoxicating thoughts.

No.

This wasn’t real. It couldn’t. Why couldn’t he tear his eyes away from the floor. Because he knew his mind was playing games on him. Taking advantage of his broken heart. So it was to no surprise that when he did look up the only thing that stared back at him was the emptiness of his room.

There at the door stood someone he didn’t want. He wasn’t her. So why was Kihyun’s pitiful look eating away at him? Why did it hurt so much? His mouth was moving. Kihyun was talking. Blabbing away at god knows what.

“Why were you late? Why didn’t you answer? Where were you last night? Why were you slamming the doors when you came in last night? Didn’t you see that Jooheon was calling you? Hello, do you know I’m talking to you? Why are you ignoring me—?”

His questions seemed attacking, unbarring and annoying. His head was pounding. The tears were undying and painful. Why wouldn’t they stop?

“— Changkyun?” Kihyun’s voice broke through the tough wall that desperately blocked the world out. Reddened eyes filled with pain and sorrow snapped up in hopes for an escape. But nothing came. “We’re worried about you. Did you see her again?”

Kihyun knew. Kihyun knew of his fall. The fall that led him into hoping there would be a change at the end of the night. His heart that sat hopeful and half patched was shoved to break the moment of her silent departure.

And god did it hurt.

How disgustingly hopeful he was never changed the fact that she was glad and happy to leave. And it hurt. Hurt hurt hurt.

He couldn’t answer. He couldn’t even open his mouth for another choked up sob fell just like his body did into the arms of the older member. Kihyun wasn’t her. His hold was comforting like hers. But he couldn’t handle the sad and worried stares that came from Kihyun.

He was laid open and bare for his friend. So exposed as if his skin was nothing. He could barely hear the muffled whispers of the others. When did they get here? Would they be a bother? Why do they care?

At the end of the day, it was all his fucking fault.

***

“Changkyun, please eat.” Once again Kihyun’s voice broke the harsh thoughts that plagued Changkyun’s mind. So cruel and ugly tearing apart his mind.

His eyes flick up glancing between the male that had just spoken and the two beside him, Minhyuk and Hyungwon. Their gazes sat worried, questioning. It made him sick. How could they care for him when he was in the middle of losing himself? He was losing his mind.

“I’m not hungry.” His words only seemed to bother the older male. But he didn’t care. He was busy trying not to suffocate. It was hard, bothersome, and tiring. If she wasn’t by his side, then he’d rather face death. That would be more beautiful than walking around with a forced fake happiness and smile.

Ding.

When did reality seem to kick in? To break him away from the shadow that ate him whole. He blinked, looking around at the other people. They were happy, laughing and smiling. He longed for that. Longed for the simple touch of being happy.

Then he saw it. Saw her. Her smile was genuine. The same damn smile she once held for him and only him. Who was she with? Why was she here? Has she noticed him? Why didn’t she see him? Who was making her smile like that?

The world seemed to drown itself out. Just like the night before when he locked eyes on her at the club. But this time she refused to meet his gaze. It was bothersome, annoying, and irritating. Why was she acting irrational? Why couldn’t she love him?

It was easy to ignore the cries of his members. The cries telling him to stop, to think this through before something bad happens. But he didn’t care. He couldn’t care.

“Why aren’t you coming back to me? I called. You blocked my number? Why did you lead me on last night? W-Why are you with another guy? Why did you let me fuck you like we were together Y/N-“

The questions came out fast and unstopping. He was drunk on the heartbreak and the only person who held answers was the person who sat just inches away, her brows furrowed with brewing anger as the male that sat across from her held a red and flushed face.

“Changkyun—“

“No.” He hiccupped stopping her in her tracks. His hand slammed down on the table telling the other that he wasn’t backing down. “Tell me right now that you love me. That we can fix this mess. I can’t breathe without you-“

“Changkyun, stop it.” She hissed, done with his bullshit and done with the attention he was drawing in. “There is no fixing this mess. Last night was a mistake. A drunken one at that. You broke me first! You can deal with the damage that comes after. I don’t want you near me again and I sure as hell don’t want you in my life.”

No no no.

He couldn’t watch her leave. But yet he stood unmoving watching as she stood up and walked away. Out of his life. All because he was stupid. All because he fell in love and was scared. He fell for her and was still falling despite her not caring anymore.

If Miss Sasha Braus knew one thing, it was how to stand out. She somehow managed to pull off the most insane things without making it annoying or obnoxious. Her clothes, her makeup, her personality… it was all a step above what everyone else was doing, and you absolutely adored it for her. She made it work.

No, she didn’t just make it work… she worked it.

So it was zero surprise to you when you learned that her favorite holiday, out of all that could be celebrated, was Halloween. Of course, it was Halloween! It was one of the only times of the year where being over the top was praised, celebrated, embraced. Sasha loved it.

Every single Halloween from the time she was nine years old to now she’s done something so extravagant to the point where some stranger has asked for a picture with her, of her, or of her costume. At least that’s what she told you when she was reassuring you that I’ve got the costume handled, don’t worry about it.

You weren’t too sure if that was the full truth, but knowing her, you couldn’t call it out as a lie either. For the two-and-a-half years that you’ve known her, the two full celebrations of her favorite holiday, she provided solid evidence that her reputation was true.

The first year you knew her, the same year you met her in your English literature course, she showed up to your freshman dorm in a costume that had you blinking a few times to take it all in. She was dressed to the nines in a black-and-white striped fitted suit, her formerly tanned skin was flushed white, and atop her head was a white and green-root wig that was straightened down to her waist.

“Guess who we are!” She bounced on her toes excitedly while Mikasa’s figure slipped into your vision as well. She wore a slim, black, long-sleeved dress, and atop her head rests a large black brimmed hat. Underneath the brim, her faux bangs are spiked together against her forehead.

“We’re Beetlejuice and Lydia,” Answered a girl that you eventually learned goes by the name Mikasa.

They went to another Halloween party that year, switching up their costumes to be Napoleon and Pedro from Napoleon Dynamite, and then another party but that time as Cher and Dionne from Clueless. That year, and the year afterward — which almost mirrored her actions of the previous — were what made you realize that Sasha loved duo costumes.

You never thought that you were going to find yourself victim to Sasha’s infamous duo costumes; Mikasa was always there, Historia was there, Connie even stepped in a few times, but much to your dismay, Mikasa had an exam tomorrow, Historia was going in her own duo with her new girlfriend, and Connie was planning on going as a group with the rest of the guys.

So this year, you were the other half to Sasha’s antics; the Lydia to her Beetlejuice, the Pedro to her Napoleon, the Dionne to her Cher, and now… the dalmatian to her Cruella De Vil.

On Sasha’s bed, laying before you, was a long-sleeve mini-dress that was adorned with black and white polka dots. The neckline seemed to plunge into a low U shape, and there’s a strange shape sitting underneath the dress that you hope and pray is not a tail. You glance at her with an ounce of worry in your eyes.

“Don’t look at me like that,” Sasha shoves your shoulders playfully before reaching past you to grab ahold of your costume.

She looks over it as she lifts it up off of the bed, trying her best to hold it properly so both of you could get a decent idea of what it truly looks like.

The neck did plunge low, just as you assumed, and you knew that the tops of your breasts were going to be exposed by the lack of fabric. Then, you sigh and close your eyes after you catch a glimpse of the object that was hidden beneath the dress.

So it was a tail.

Sasha turned the little dress around, shifting her arms to give you a full view of the front, back, and sides. The tail seemed to be built into the dress, so it was safe for you to assume that this dress truly was a costume and not a questionable fashion choice. It was polka dots all over aside from a tiny little red bow in the center of the neckline that would rest right where your cleavage sat once you put it on.

“See? It’s so cute!” Sasha smiles, still looking over the fabric.

“Then why don’t you wear it? I could be Cruella,” You cross your arms over your chest as she begins to lower the dress down away from her face.

She rolls her eyes, “Because I got this and all the little accessories fitted to your liking,”

You can’t argue with her on that, but you weren’t even trying to argue on who wore what in the first place. You were planning on wearing the dalmatian costume no matter what, for a few reasons.

Firstly, Sasha was right; the mini-dress was cute when you looked at it through a costume sense rather than an actual dress sense. Second, was that you didn’t have a backup costume, you had committed to Sasha no matter her choice of attire. Third, was that you didn’t want to break Sasha’s heart by telling her no, even if she had shown up with the ugliest get-up on the planet.

“You’re a menace,” You snatch the dress from her hand with a soft laugh, looking it over once before tossing it back to the bed. “Now show me the accessories.”

Sasha claps twice with excitement before giddily making her way across the room to grab a few plastic bags that sat at the base of the closet door. Each one of the bags had different logos on the front, further enunciating the lengths she was going at to fulfill this Halloween fantasy. One of the bags appeared almost empty, while the other sagged low and made a series of clinking sounds as she walked as if metal was clacking together.

She peers into each bag before looking up at you with a sly grin.

“I should have never trusted you with this,” You mumble, shaking your head as she makes her way back over to the bed.

One by one, she pours the contents of the bag out onto the sheets, shaking each bag to make sure it was properly emptied. All you can make out before she’s covering the accessories with her body is a flash of black, white, and silver.

“Don’t look!” She giggles while her hands aimlessly search around beneath and behind her for her first object of choice.

You stifle a laugh at her excitement, faking peeks around her body to draw a reaction of “I told you no!” from her, followed by a fit of giggles. She begins to settle once her hands still, holding onto her first reveal but keeping it behind her back.

“Okay, this one came with the dress but it’s still an accessory,” She says before pulling it from behind her.

She looks up to you from her sitting position, holding it out in front of her like she was presenting it to you. It was a pair of spotted ears, black-and-white just like the little dress was, with triangular ears that were folded over themselves as they would on a real puppy, in the form of a headband.

She doesn’t give you the chance to respond before she’s pulling forth the next item. She’s a little less enthusiastic about this one than the puppy ears, but her smile is still split wide on her face. From behind her back, she pulls out a pile of black sheer fabric and holds it in her hands. She has to shift it around in her hands a little before she can properly show it to you.

It’s a pair of sheer stockings and a matching garter belt. Where the stockings end, where they would presumably reach your mid-thighs, the even sheer fabric turns into dark black lace that litters the brim. The garter belt is made out of the same semi-translucent, spidery lace as the brim of the stockings, but you only realize that the crotch section is equally as translucent as the rest when she holds them up to observe them.

“I know this probably isn’t optimal, but you can just wear another pair of panties under it or something,” She quickly moves on to the next object, refusing to give you time to protest.

You try your best to take it in, looking over the revealed objects as she sets them to her side.

“Okay, last one. This is my favorite,” She giggles, and from behind her comes that series of clinking metals. You look to her wearily.

She slowly, so slowly, pulls the last object — objects — from behind her. The metal jingles as she sets on half of it into her lap and takes the other in her hand. A thick, silver chain connects the two accessories, the one in her hand and the one sitting in her lap. But then you realize that the chain itself and the thing in her lap is actually one object. It’s a leash, and in her hand is its matching collar.

The loop of the leash and the neck of the collar is made out of thick black leather, solid and sturdy; and the chain and snap-hook are metal along with the collar’s buckle and D-ring. It looked… way too provocative to be a genuine appliance.

“Sasha… is that from a…” You tilt your head and raise your eyebrows with concern, jerking your chin towards the set in her hands.

Sasha lets out a laugh, “Yeah! I couldn’t find any cute ones at the pet store so I just went to the sex shop off of Rose Street!”

She says it like it’s nothing. You weren’t unfamiliar with the subject of sex shops. In fact, you’ve visited a good handful over the years for terms of your own pleasure and exploration, but you would have never expected Sasha to be so comfortable with the idea of one. She wasn’t judgemental, no, but she seemed so bubbly, so naive — it didn’t seem like something up her alley.

“Oh my God,” You give her a playful roll of your eyes before reaching forward and grabbing the collar and connected leash from her hands.

You watched the handle of the leash swing near your knees as you observe and hold the thick leather of the collar in your hands. It’s cold, almost heavy under your touch, and you give subtle raises of your arm to test the weight of it. It was about two inches thick in the width of it, and for a moment you’re concerned that it will cover too much of your neck for it to be considered comfortable.

With your free hand, you hold the chain in your fingertips, letting the cold metal run along your hand and snake back down it until you can grab ahold of the loop of the leash. It was the same fat leather as the collar, equally as wide, but the leather was double-looped for durability.

While you’re looking over the scene before you — the entirety of the costume, the dress, and all its accessories — Sasha pulls out her own costume and shows and explains it to you while you half-heartedly listen; much too distracted by the BDSM paraphernalia in front of you.

The entire costume was nothing short of intimidating. Even without the BDSM leash and collar, you would still have had a hard time growing the courage to wear the dress and stockings alone. It was absolutely sultry, despite the coverage it gave you. Yeah, the tops of your breasts and thighs were going to be visible, but it was pretty tame compared to what the masses wear on this holiday. It was teasing, alluring, and for a moment you were worried about even being able to pull it off.

Sasha would have no problem with hers. Each year she outdoes herself, her most recent costume always better than the last, and her Cruella De Vil costume seemed to be no different.

From the glances you stole away from the leash and collar, you could see that her costume was made up of a snug black dress that would come down to her mid-thighs, a giant white faux fur jacket that was cropped up to her ribs, and shiny red latex gloves that were elbow deep.

If someone didn’t know the reference, it would very much look like you were taking part in a BDSM scene. And although you were expecting the most from Sasha, you weren’t exactly expecting something so… kinky. It was even worse once the both of you slipped the clothing on. Even without the latex and leather, the costumes were extremely suggestive.

You were correct when you guessed that your dress was going to be short, it sat just over the apex of your thighs, and the lowest lace of the garter belt was just peeking out. You hadn’t attached the straps to the stockings, but you knew that it would grow that much more visible when gravity was pulling the garter down. The tiniest hint of your cleavage was exposed, not enough to make it slutty — although there was nothing wrong with that — but just enough to tease.

But the worst part was when Sasha told you that it would be best to not wear anything under or over the garter belt, even though it was semi-transparent.

“Spandex will be too bulky and panties will show through the dress,” She said, and you listened.

“You were all worried for nothing,” Sasha calls from her spot sitting on the floor in front of a little mirror sat on the carpet, she could see you in the reflection. She had her makeup splayed out on either side of her and was working on blending out her blush when she spoke.

You let out a deep exhale as you look at yourself in a long mirror, one that’s almost as tall as you. The dress fit nice, and so did the stockings, you have to admit to that.

“‘don’t even have on the actual dog stuff yet…” You remind her, pulling at the lower hem of the dress to try and cover the garter belt, but every time you tug low, more of your breasts get exposed.

She turns her head to look at you clearly, holding a fluffy makeup brush in her hand. Her hazel eyes scan over you from head to toe before she smiles, “It’ll look even better with it on, don’t worry”

You look over her through your mirror. She’s already done up her hair, fluffed it, and back-combed it until it decently replicated the woman from the movies. She had on the little black dress, but the jacket and gloves remained beside her on the floor. And even with an incomplete costume, she still looked great.

“And even if it doesn’t… I don’t think Eren would mind,” She murmurs, turning back to the mirror.

Your eyebrows raise and you whip around from your own mirror, “What?”

She snickers, “Nothing,”

But it wasn’t “nothing”, you heard her quite clearly although her words were just above a whisper. And the mentioning of his name already was having a response on you, so you knew you heard her correctly.

“No, say it again,” You take a step closer to her, “You little brat, I heard you,”

You can see her lips press into a hard line as she tries to hold back a smile that would reveal her guilt. She seems to hyperfocus on fluffing out her blush, blending it out far more than it truly needed to be.

“Then why are you telling me to say it again?!” She exclaims with a nervous laugh, turning towards you and lowering her brush.

“Because I want to know why you said it,” You say, taking another step towards her until you're looking down at her.

You already have a good idea though, because your face would be heating up if you didn’t; and you have to admit, the thought of him seeing you in this outfit crossed your mind more than once while you were slipping the dress over your head and tugging the sheer stockings up your legs.

Sasha’s comment only confirmed and actualized the thickening tension between you and Eren. You and he knew about it, but the revelation that the others were aware made you ten times warmer than before.

As self-conscious as this costume had you feeling, you were equally, or even more so, excited to be able to gauge Eren’s reaction when his eyes first land on you. You could already feel the weight of his gaze dragging over your skin, your curves, looking over you like he was a shark and you were his next meal. Hungry. But you couldn’t even fathom the thickness that’ll fill the air as well like a rubber band pulled tautly and threatening to snap.

That little rubber band wrapped around you two has been stretched to its limits on multiple occasions; it’s been abused, bullied, tortured to the point where the tan rubber has begun to crack under the strain.

There’s been a handful of moments where hard stares have threatened to turn into hands groping over your bodies, teeth clacking and biting at your mouths; where lips have gotten far too close together for comfort, hands have gravitated far too close towards far too intimate areas; where the poor rubber band has been pulled to its limit.

Everyone has refused to address this push and pull, at least until now. Sasha was the first to mention anything out loud, although you don’t doubt the idea that the others talk about it in secret. It was obvious, but the topic seemed sensitive, and if you and Eren were avoiding it, they thought they should as well.

You and Eren were okay with how things were. You were okay with the stolen glances, sexual tension, and suggestive teasing; because it worked like that. That level of relational intimacy was safe, it was a traveled path. To go farther, to go on the road less traveled, was nerve-wracking and unpredictable. And if Eren was okay with going with the well-known path of the fork in the road, you were too.

“Because you practically eye-fuck each other whenever you see each other… everyone notices too, you’re not subtle,” She fakes frustration, but a smile still teases her lips.

“We do not!” You turn away from her and back towards the mirror, trying to hide the grin that threatens to show knowing that it wasn’t just you who saw how he wanted you.

“Yeah, you do. Maybe tonight, the liquid courage will finally allow the two of you to get together.” She smirks and catches the reflection of your smile between the two mirrors.

You shake your head with fake disapproval.

Yeah, maybe… but you wouldn’t complain if it didn’t. You’d love to get a chance to be alone with Eren, to be in his bed, in his arms, to have him inside you… but, as you said before, the road less traveled is far too scary.

She finishes up shortly after applying dark smokey liner to her eyes along with a bright red tint to her lips, and when she does, she moves over to you without cleaning up the mess she left on the floor.

Her hands are gentle as they help you with the makeup of your own. You never expected such a rambunctious girl to have such a feather-light touch. The brushes tickle your face and send shivers down your spine, and her attentiveness has your heart swelling with admiration.

She’s equally as gentle when she’s knelt to her knees before you, nimble fingers attaching the clasps of the garter belt to the top lace of the stockings; and again when her knuckles are brushing against the fragile skin of your neck, moving your hair out of the way to give her room to buckle the collar properly.

You can see her in the mirror, standing behind you with her tongue between her teeth, focusing hard to get the collar to the proper tightness. Not enough to hurt you, but enough so it stays still on your neck.

The leather is just as thick, just as heavy, just as wide as you thought it was, but much more comfortable. It’s a little cold against your flesh, and the raw ends are a little rough, but you internally thank Sasha for not getting one that’s for an actual animal, for you don’t know how rough one of those would be.

She fastens the leather end into the buckle and gently places your hair back into place, using her fingertips to fix any stray hairs. Then, she leaves you by the mirror to look over yourself while she retrieves the puppy ears from her bed.

“I mean…” You begin, bringing your fingers up to feel over the curves of the collar, letting them softly brush over it. You search for the cool metal of the D-ring with your hands and watch your fingers meet while you watch in the mirror.

It looks nice… sexy even, and you finally see what she was talking about when she insisted that the costume will look better once the accessories are on.

“Pretty, right?” She murmurs, holding each end of the headband in her hands and coming up behind you slowly. She looks over the softening expression of your face before lifting her arms up towards your head.

She picks and pulls at the hairs atop your head to give her an adequate base for the headband. She’s careful to not disturb your already prettied-up hair as she wiggles the headband into place. The base of the ears meets flush to your head and you can feel the ends of the headband rub against the soft skin behind your ears.

Sasha looks into the mirror before the two of you, she tilts her head and smiles like a mother watching her daughter put on a wedding gown. Her eyes are full of admiration and excitement, and you can finally feel your anxiety involving the costume dissipate at her gaze.

“Okay, now for the leash,” She bends down a little to snatch the leash off of the bed, the metal clinks together as she runs it through her fingers and moves in front of you towards the ring on the collar.

You watch her bend her knees, carefully taking the clasp between her fingers and snapping it open. She guides it to the collar carefully and you can hear a click of confirmation when she finally closes it.

Sasha grabs ahold of where the leash is attached and holds onto the chain, she lets it slide through her hand as she backs away from you, all the way down until the leather loop meets her hand.

“Perfect,” She states, still holding onto the leash as she comes up beside you, “Here, hold this while I finish getting on my other stuff… I wanna take a picture,”

You take the handle from her while she rushes about the room to through on her puffy jacket, slip on her bright red gloves, and grab ahold of the little heels she has resting by the door. Now that both of you have the entirety of the costumes on, you feel much better about this whole deal.

Sasha stands behind you, looking at your reflections and nodding her head with approval. Then, she takes the leash from your hand.

“Alright puppy, sit,” She giggles, bringing a hand up to your shoulder and pushing you down. You listen to her, letting her hand guide you until your stocking-covered knees hit the carpeted floor.

“Now make yourself look like a little dog -- stick your tongue out and beg and all that,” She says while shifting her jacket around on her shoulders.

You do as you’re told, sitting back onto your calves and bringing your hands up towards your chest, you stick out your tongue as well to try and replicate the image of a puppy begging for a treat.

Sasha claps excitedly while she pulls out her phone, fumbling with it for a moment before holding it out to take a picture of your reflections.

“Look up at me,” She says, “And……… perfect!”

You slowly bring yourself back up, careful to not snag the stockings or cause the skirt of the dress to expose you. Once you’re up, you smooth out your thighs.

“Can I send this to Connie? He came up with the idea and I wanna show him how good the costumes are…”

You narrow your eyes a little at her question, “Hmm… fine, but just Connie,”

Sasha squeaks with joy and taps away at her phone, nails clicking against the glass.

To Connie Springer: *Attachment: 3 Images* ur a genius for this one

***

“Armin, you agreed to be Spengler in the chat yesterday… give it over,” Eren reaches for the beige jumpsuit that’s currently being held in Armin’s arms as he turns away from the other boy in an attempt to avoid it being taken.

“I did not! I agreed to being a Ghostbuster… not to being Spengler,” Armin continues his shielding with his back while Eren tries to sneak his way closer.

Jean gives the two boys a look of disgust as they half-nakedly slap at each other for the much-desired Venkman costume. Jean’s already finishing up putting on the costume of his own, his assigned Ghostbuster being Stantz, while Connie sits on a beanbag that the four of them bought for Christmas the first year they started living together.

It wasn’t the smartest idea -- to have the four of them huddled up into a little apartment downtown -- but it was smart financially. They ended up learning that all four of them usually aren’t in the house at the same time most of the time, so the situation worked itself out.

But for times like these, when all four of them are horsing around in their little living room, is when they regret choosing their living situation.

Connie’s already finished pulling up the jumpsuit, keeping the front of it only half-zipped until they decide to leave. He’s avoiding the ruckus, tapping away on his phone when Sasha’s message finally comes through.

Jean is making his way over to him as it does. He has the torso of the jumpsuit hanging on his waist, exposing the white tank top underneath while he tries to wiggle his arms into one of the sleeves.

“Connie I told you that we needed to get a bigger size, it’s not my fault I’m six foot — oh fuck, man,” Jean mutters the last part under his breath when he catches sight of the image that’s projected onto Connie’s phone screen.

On the face of the screen is a pretty little picture of you down on your knees, pink tongue hanging out of your mouth — the flash showing the glisten of your saliva, hands hovering before your exposed tits that were given a good shot down the front of your shirt thanks to the camera angle, the fat of your thighs creasing near your hips and accentuating the fat of your ass that’s hidden by the little dress…

But that’s not even the best part…

The best part is the cute set of speckled puppy ears that sit atop of your pretty head, and the collar that’s so obviously from a sex shop that’s wrapped around your neck… and the leash that’s attached to it.

Neither Connie nor Jean have taken notice of the quieting argument of Armin and Eren, for Armin’s settled with letting Eren have the Venkman costume and takes the Spengler one from the floor. And while Armin was working on gathering the jumpsuit in his arms, he wanders over towards the other boys to catch onto the commotion.

“Is something wro — oh… wow,” Armin has to blink a few times after he gets his own glimpse of the image before him, followed by a few hard swallows.

Connie turns his head up towards the boys quickly, pulling his eyes off the picture and noticing their gawking.

“Stop, stop, stop. No. Nuh-uh,” Connie quickly shuts off his phone, the screen turning black, and jumps off the beanbag to step away from Jean and Armin. He refuses to let them sexualize his best friend!!

But what Connie didn’t know, is that as much as they thought Sasha was beautiful… it wasn’t Sasha who they were salivating over. It wasn’t Sasha that was causing their cocks to twitch in their pants… it was you. You were the one that had their faces turning warm and had their jaws clenching.

You were attractive — Christ, you were gorgeous — but seeing you in this light had something dark and sinister turning in both of their stomachs. They knew that Eren had this silent little claim on you, but that had gone completely out the door just a moment ago.

“I don't think it's Sasha we’re talking about…” Jean mumbles, bringing his hand up to his brow and rubbing his forehead with a deep exhale.

“Yeah — I wasn’t - it isn't Sash…” Armin stutters, fumbling to try and pull on the jumpsuit before his nakedness and inappropriate thoughts cause a certain uncomfortable situation.

“What?” Eren asks from across the room, tugging the Venkman jumpsuit up his legs but watching as the boys begin to look over each other in a panic.

Eren only made out a few words here and there, but when he heard Armin’s stammering he knew he should have been paying closer attention to the conversation.

The three boys eye each other, trying to figure out what to say. They didn’t want to piss Eren off with what he saw from their reactions, but they knew that hiding it from him would make it even worse. But showing Eren, showing Eren that costume, could pull something from him that they aren't sure they want to see.

“Nothing, it’s nothing. Don’t worry about it,” Jean holds his hands out in front of him, making his way between Eren and Connie and reaching to help Eren finish pulling up the jumpsuit over the white tank top.

“No, c’mon. I wanna see,” Eren tries to push past Jean, sidestepping away from the taller boy and reaching for Connie.

Armin intervenes before Eren can get a hold of Connie’s phone, catching Eren’s forearm in his hand, “It’s just _____, it's her costume,”

“‘Just _____’, Armin? ‘Just _____’?” Jean raises his eyebrows at Armin’s choice of words, completely disregarding the fact that they're trying to refrain from riling Eren up and opting towards speaking in your favor.

Eren doesn't grow worried, per se, but his brows quirk in not only confusion. He drops his hands back to his sides, eyeing each boy one at a time until one of them cracks.

Why won’t they tell him what's up with you?

“I didn’t mean it like, Jean —” Armin states.

“What about her?” Eren asks

“Not her, man…” Jean says, scratching his head, brows raised, trying his best to not poke the dragon.

“Well it's kinda her —” Connie begins, but Jean interrupts him with a slap to the shoulder.

“It’s her costume.” Jean finishes

Eren feels his stomach turn. Although he had no clue what your costume was, he knew that Connie made it a whole big deal out of making it a secret. Eren knew that Connie came up with it, and whenever someone would ask he would turn down their questions way too quickly for it to be dismissed.

And now, he's hearing his friend’s voices get tight at the sight of your Halloween costume, only confirming his thoughts that this was going to be good.

He was already excited about seeing you dressed in a slutty little get-up. All his fantasies about your costume involved you being in a little school-girl costume, maybe dressed up as an angel or a devil, perhaps a slutty nurse…

But this didn't seem like it was tossed in that stereotypical college girl costume basket… This seemed different. The boys were acting differently, and it kinda freaked Eren out.

His chest begins to grow tight with jealousy, not being too fond of the idea that you're having this great of an effect on them. He doesn't like that they got to see you and he didn't, that they got to see you exposed and prettied up and he didn't.

“What’s wrong with it?” Eren asks, searching for more, eyes flitting to and fro.

“Nothing is…. wrong with it…” Connie’s eyes widen as he looks to Jean and Armin for backup.

Eren looks to Armin, searching for an ounce of honesty. Armin quickly catches on and lets out a held breath.

“She…. she looks… really good.” He says softly, knowing that Eren was searching for truth, but also not wanting to provoke him too much.

But Eren only nods slowly, realizing that his infatuation towards you was far more obvious than he thought it was if the boys were trying to hide their attraction to you like Eren had some sort of claim on you or something.

Eren settles, taking a moment to slip his arms into the sleeves of the jumpsuit. He’s almost so calm that the other boys are worried he’s going to jump them for a moment… but he doesn't, and he only mutters a few words to them.

“Alright then, let's go see her.”

***

You knew that Eren was already there, Sasha told you herself that Connie and the guys just left, we should get going in a little. So you were preparing yourself for the absolute worth (best) when you’re all together again.

The drive was a bit longer than you had expected, but Sasha also got herself “lost” in the maze of roads in the campus suburbs, so that contributed to the almost twenty-minute trip that should have been ten at the most. At least there were some cool Halloween decorations — which you think is the reason Sasha got lost in the first place — littering the front yards to help satisfy the time not spent drinking.

It was obvious that there were at least a couple of other holiday parties as well, the faint thrumming of a bass guitar and influx of cars parking on the shoulders of the road was a good giveaway. None of them seemed too big though, just a group of friends or two having a night in that involved a little bit of loud music and a little bit of hard alcohol. But what was big, was the party gathering around a larger and more expensive-looking fraternity, which you had only realized would be the party you were attending when Sasha began to slow in search of a spot to park her car.

You could feel the deep bass vibrating subtly through the concrete of the street, and you can hear the upbeat music of early generational throwbacks leaking through the cracked windows of the house. From what you could see so far, the party has already begun to run out of room on the inside, for every person that seems to slip into the house, one will come out in return.

“Ymir and Tori said they’re here already, we just gotta find ‘em,” Sasha’s already opening the driver’s side door before you can realize that she’s parked the car, “Told them to save us some of the good liquor before it’s gone,”

You nod as you step out of the car and onto the grass, your white sneakers getting slicked up by the cold dew of late autumn as you make your way to the sidewalk. Sasha’s just behind you, smoothing out the front of her dress. Once she’s satisfied with her appearance, you hold out the leather handle of the leash that’s still attached to you and she takes it from you with a grin.

It’s only the smallest walk down the sidewalk until you met with the walkway that leads up to the front porch of the fraternity, and Sasha’s little black heels click against the pavement with her every step.

The front yard is decorated with various Halloween-themed blow-ups, ranging from spiders to vampires to mummies. There’s even some synthetic cobweb spread across the bushes that border the porch that you know will be an absolute burden to clean up. Across the front door is fake, bright yellow caution tape, plastered in the shape of an ‘X’ and reading “crime scene, do not cross”.

You and Sasha slip inside the house at the same time another two girls exit it; like it was some sort of mechanical set-up that limited the house’s occupancy. It was already stuffy and humid inside, the lights were dimmed, and you couldn’t take a couple of steps before bumping into a sweaty body.

You received lingering gazes from bystanders as Sasha guided you to where you assume Tori and Ymir said they would be. Peoples eyes would flit to the jingling of the leash, then to the girl holding onto the end, then to you attached to it; and for a moment you were worried that they were silently judging you before you noticed their costumes were almost of equal extremity and the smiles they wore on their faces.

You’re feeling better, much better than you were just over an hour ago while getting ready. Yes, you were going to wear the costume, but now you’re ready to wear it.

“There they are!” Sasha glances back at you for a moment before tugging you along, the leash being pulled taut as she pulls you to the other two girls that are sitting together on a burnt-red, vintage couch.

Historia sat in Ymir’s lap, sitting on her right thigh while her legs hung over the left one, but in between Historia’s thighs are two solo cups being protectively guarded. Ymir held a careful hand on Historia’s thigh, holding down the hem of her burgundy skirt, while her other hand was wrapped around her waist, covering what her little black crop top won’t.

Right away you could guess their costume choice, going for the classic Angel and Devil, but their little spin on it was having the nicer of the two girls be the Devil and the meaner of the two as the Angel.

Both of their eyes light up and they straighten in their seats when they see you and Sasha weaving your way through the crowd of people towards them. Historia immediately grabs ahold of the cups she had squished safely between her thighs and holds them out to the two of you as you make your way over.

“You are not!” She smiles widely, brows rising with incredulity.

She must have been referring to your costumes, for Sasha takes the hem of her dress between her fingers and curtsies bashfully, bowing her head to the two girls sitting before her.

“We did,” Sasha straightens back up and takes the two cups from Historia’s hands, taking one for herself and handing the other to you.

“Cruella De Vil and her little dalmatian, how cute,” Ymir’s voice is patronizing and her lips are turned into a smirk, but you know she honestly appreciates your little get-ups.

“Angel and a Devil? I’ve seen it a thousand times,” You tease her back and her uptight expression breaks into a genuine smile.

“You guys look… really good, like really good,” Historia gushes, “Why didn’t we come up with that?” She says sheepishly to Ymir, pouting her lips and furrowing her brows.

Ymir gives her a gentle pat on the ass, chuckling at Historia’s sulking, “Because we wouldn’t be able to get out of the house with you dressed like that”

Historia’s face flushes red from Ymir’s suggestive comment, and she gives Ymir a gentle slap on her shoulder to punish her for the embarrassment she’s caused.

“We actually... didn’t come up with it. It was Connie’s idea,” Sasha says glumly like she was happy that the two girls were under the impression that she had been clever enough to think of the costumes.

Ymir and Historia give a shake of their heads with faux disappointment, their lips comedically pressed into lines as they do so. But amidst their teasing, Historia perks up a little in her seat, raising a finger as if she has something important to say.

“Oh! Speaking of Connie, I think the guys were looking for you earlier. Ber and Reiner are in the backyard doing God-knows-what, and I think I saw the others in the kitchen trying not to be felt up by the freshman,” Historia giggles.

There’s the slightest pang of jealousy deep in your gut at the thought of another girl’s hands on Eren because although he’s not yours and you’re not his, that doesn’t mean you’re comfortable with people running their hands over his body.

You refuse to ask for clarification if Eren was one of the guys who was having to avoid wandering hands, but you can’t bring yourself to do so for a multitude of reasons. But before you can even weigh your reasoning, Sasha’s tightening her grip on the leather handle and tugging you along like you were some kind of dog…

“C’mon! Connie’s gonna love the costumes!”

She pulls on you a little too hard at some moments, sending your upper half lurching forward and your legs stumbling after you so your head doesn’t get pulled off by the overly enthusiastic girl that you somehow agreed to let have you on a leash. You laugh, nonetheless, even as the thick leather digs into the nape of your neck, and as you step on your toes trying to keep up. But you’re thankful when you realize she’s slowed her hurrying and is now casually walking into the kitchen, the leash getting slack.

“Connie Springer, you’re a fucking genius!” Sasha says, and as you peer around her body you can see the man she’s calling to, turning around quickly from his conversation and smiling widely.

Sasha shoves his chest playfully, going on again on how smart Connie is for this idea and how happy she is with how it’s turned out. Their conversation drones to a low hum as you carefully flit your eyes across the room in search of the one person whose opinion on your attire truly matters to you.

Your eyes flit over to the people who Connie had seemed to be talking with before Sasha excitedly interrupted them. It was Jean and Armin and a few other guys that carried on their conversation after you and Sasha came over. The two boys that you were familiar with gave you a smile that told you that they’d be with you in a minute.

As your gaze circled the room, as your fingers rubbed at the plastic of the solo cup in your hands as a nervous tick, you finally land onto a group of people you had managed to pass while Sasha tugged you far too quickly towards Connie.

Near the kitchen entryway as a group of guys, including Eren, leaning up against a countertop, talking amongst each other while the girls standing before them try desperately to butt their heads into the conversation. Thankfully, Eren was unamused with their antics, and deliberately ignored them whenever they tried to stir up a conversation with him.

You refuse to stare for too long, not wanting to draw attention to yourself or the tension between you and the man you’re staring at; but you do watch long enough to run your eyes over Eren’s figure. You feel your body react to the way his sleeves are rolled up his forearms, how the front zipper of the beige jumpsuit he was wearing was only a quarter zipped up his chest and the way his pretty gold chain rests softly on his collarbones and dips down to sit atop the white undershirt he wears.

You don’t even bother to try and guess what his costume is, far too distracted by how good he looks in it to even care. You only realize that your distraction was noticeable when Sasha nudges your arm to bring you back.

“Here, try this. ‘s better than whatever Tori gave us,” Sasha holds out another cup to you, and you glance at its contents before taking it. It’s a pale pink shade, like pink lemonade that was diluted with water; but you know that whatever it is isn’t nearly as family-friendly.

“What is it?” You ask her, looking back up, missing the way your staring at Eren was traded for Eren’s staring at you.

You had caught his eye once you entered the kitchen, and he could feel your gaze over his body while he distracted himself with the people before him. Now that you’re distracted the way he once was, he’s going to take the liberty to stare at you the way you once were.

He’ll hate himself for the fact that he did.

Eren feels his pants tighten as he looks over your attire and the way it shows off every inch of you that he wants to get his hands on. His jaw clenches as his eyes run over you, from bottom to top, starting with the sheer black thigh-highs that were wrapped so nicely around the curves of your legs.

It was teasing, enticing, intoxicating with the way the sheer fabric turned into dark lace at the tops of your thighs. It was a warning, an insinuation of what laid just inches past the hem of the spotted dress you wore; what laid underneath the intimate portion of the garter belt his eyes caught on.

The dress was typical, a little short, but typical for a college girl to wear out to a party. He’s seen something just like it a thousand times over and simply brushed over it. But with you, he couldn’t tear his eyes off. Eren was almost salivating at the curves of your body that the dress accentuated, and your neckline that swooped into the tops of your pretty tits that the dress showed off.

He didn’t expect it to get better than that. The main event of the costume seemed to be over once his eyes slid up your waist.

But my God was Eren Jaeger so wrong.

A groan gets caught in his throat, and contemplation swarms in his head to take you then and there when he gets stuck on that cute little piece of leather that was wrapped around your neck. The leather that looked like a coll — the leather that was a collar, with a chain leash clasped onto it as well.

His stare has gone hot, and like you can feel his eyes burning against your skin, you sneak a sly glance over to the man resting his elbows on the counter behind him. There’s only a brief moment of eye contact before your name is being called by another one of the boys in the room, but that passing second had electricity coursing through your veins.

“Hello Miss _____,” Jean calls to you, pushing past Connie to get to you, embracing you in a hug. The zipper of his costume scratches at your exposed chest, and the chain of your leash jingles as it’s pressed between you two. “It’s good to see you,”

You smile against the crook of his neck, rising up on your toes to hug him properly before lowering yourself back down to formally say hi to the other boys.

“Look at my girls wearing my genius costume idea,” Connie smiles, arms outstretched in a gesture to you and Sasha standing before him, “C’mon, give me a spin,”

You do as you’re told, giggling while you turn around in a tiny circle to give Connie what he wants. Sasha helps maneuver the leash so it doesn’t get wrapped around your body. When you’ve fully turned in a circle and you’re back to facing the boys, you’re met with them smiling and Connie giving you a few claps of praise.

“And what are you guys supposed to be?” Sasha teases, raising her eyebrows and noticeably scanning her eyes over their questionable attire of pale brown jumpsuits with name tags plastered onto their chests that obviously weren’t their own names.

“Obviously Ghostbusters,” Connie holds his chin high and crosses his arms over his chest with pride, pulling a scoff from both you and Sasha.

“Where’s your ghost-busting equipment, huh?” Sasha cocks her head at the fact that a proton pack is absent from their attire.

You don’t get to hear Connie’s answer before Armin steps closer to you, a soft smile on his face while he extends his arms to you. You happily reach back, wrapping your arms around his neck to embrace him. It’s much easier than it was with Jean, the shorter boy’s hold on you being much more comfortable thanks to the angle.

“Hi _____,” Armin says while pulling away, but just enough so he can look over your face, keeping his hands on your hips for just a few moments longer.

“Hi Armin,” You say softly, bringing your hands up to cup his cheeks in acknowledgment.

Eren decides he’s had enough when he sees Armin’s pretty blue eyes flit down to your lips. He pushes off the counter, past the girls in front of him, and towards you to get his best friend off of you.

Once he’s within an arm’s length behind you, he reaches his hands out, fingers flexed, and pinches your sides hard enough to get you to jerk within Armin’s grasp. Armin’s hands fall from your waist, and you quickly turn around to see the culprit of your attack.

You hold in a tiny gasp when your eyes meet beautiful jade green ones, and when you realize that his hands are still on your sides, letting your body shift within them.

The corners of Eren’s lips are tilted up into a smirk, tongue peeking out of his mouth to tease the inside of his bottom lip. His eyes flit from either of your eyes, then to your lips, then to the leather collar around your neck before returning to your face. His eyes narrow, like a predator ready to pounce on its prey; but he holds back.

“Scared you?” He takes a step closer to murmur into your ear, sending goosebumps scattering across your skin.

You take your bottom lip between your teeth in an attempt to hold back a smile, then you place your hands on his forearms before speaking, “Mmm, you wish.”

Eren gives a near-silent scoff before leading you back towards the others with a hand on the small of your back.

Electricity still buzzed around your hips, and on your palms from where you placed your hands on him. Your chest was already tight with excitement and pride, for you saw and felt his eyes dragging over every inch of your body.

Maybe, Sasha was right. That rubber band was being pulled thin, cracking under the tension, ready to snap… and soon.

You take a drink.

***

There were many times throughout the night when Eren Jaeger thought the rubber band of tension was going break; when the alcohol running through his bloodstream and the lust coursing through his veins threatened him mercilessly, and when you yourself kept pulling it tighter and tighter and tighter whether you knew it or not.

The first time took place only half an hour after he first saw you step into the kitchen. It was minuscule, minor, but it had him chewing at his bottom lip and turning away from the scene to prevent the pants of his jumpsuit from getting tighter than they already were.

The bag of disposable cups was nearing empty, becoming a mess of torn plastic as people tried to get their hand inside the bag for another one. The situation could have easily been avoided if people hadn’t have been so wasteful, but as much as Eren hated seeing you in the position it put you in, he was equally as thankful for it.

He swallowed hard when he saw you rise onto your tip-toes, calves flexing, the hem of your dress riding up the backs of your thighs as you reached for another bag of plastic cups from one of the highest shelves in the kitchen cabinets.

Five steps forward and a hand between your shoulder blades and you’d be bent over the counter you’re leaning against; ass pressed against Eren’s hips, unable to wiggle out of his arms without a proper footing on the hardwood floor. You’d be able to feel him, feel the thickness of the tension tangibly rutting up against you.

As much as Eren wanted to do it, wanted to bend you over and take you in front of everyone, he was thankful when Historia came up behind you and pulled the skirt of your dress back down over your ass and thighs to unknowingly help his suffering.

The next time was about ten times worse than the former. Instead of taking his bottom lip between his teeth, Eren ground his teeth together and squeezed tightly into your sides to the point where he knew it was hurting you, but the noise you let out in pain didn’t make it any better.

It was a tiny whimper — a yelp of a puppy when its little paw gets stepped on — when his fingers dug into the soft skin of your sides to push you backside off of his hips.

It was laughable, how much he just wanted to grind up against the fat of your ass but is now shoving you off so you don’t feel the hardness of his cock. that was caused by watching your body grind up against Sasha’s as you subtly danced to club throwbacks.

Sasha had gotten a little too rowdy, having a bit too much energy, and her playful pushing and pulling of your hips against hers had turned into bumping and whacking that had you stumbling away from her on impact. And after a particularly hard shove of her side against you forced you away from her and directly towards Eren — right into his arms and against his front.

So Eren grabbed you hard and pushed you off of his body, holding you out and away from him but still gripping to your hips tight enough to deny your squirming in his arms.

But when you looked back at him, eyes wide and glossed over with inebriation, holding your leash in your hands, he released you with a push of your body forward and back to Sasha, because he knew he wouldn’t last another moment with your puppy eyes gazing back at him like you want him to tame you.

But it only got worse. All the other times where you had his dick hardening in his pants couldn’t even begin to equate what you were doing to him now. You were a minx, a vixen; you weren’t wearing a devil costume but you were a devil sent by Satan himself, praying on Eren’s downfall.

Stupid little puppy — stupid little bitch — being so obedient for the one that has a hold on her leash. Sitting like a good girl, knelt on her pretty little knees on the kitchen island that he had looked past earlier to catch a glimpse of the garter belt you wear on your hips and thighs.

You look up at Sasha with wide eyes, for she still stands taller than you even with you sitting atop that kitchen counter. Sasha has the chain of your leash wrapped around her hand and wrist a couple of times until there’s zero slack and she’s gripping onto the clasp that connects it to your collar.

She pulls your head upwards and towards her, rising you off your seat on your calves ever so slightly, and your hands grab onto her forearm over the chains for stability. In her free hand is a bottle of pink lemonade flavored vodka, and she’s bringing it closer and closer to your face with every passing second.

Eren stands a couple of feet behind Sasha, watching you as you bring your mouth towards the finish of the bottle, your tongue lolling out of your mouth and head tilting up to ready yourself for the stream Sasha’s about to pour.

The room gets tense with anticipation, about as ready as you are to watch the alcohol spill over your pretty pink tongue. Eren can see people slap each other, urging the others to pay attention to the rather erotic scene before them. Some people listened to their pleas, others couldn’t bother or didn’t hear, but once Sasha tilts her wrist and elevating sounds of praise and applause fill the room, they all begin to look.

You rise higher once the sharp liquid hits your tongue, hands digging into the skin of her forearm as your hips raise from your calves. You look into her eyes as she feeds it to you, murmuring things like “good girl” and “such a good puppy” under her breath as she watches you swallow what she gives.

Everyone eats it up, watching the pretty pup perform a cool trick for her owner, being such a good girl, and doing what she’s told. Their eyes are hungry, eager, enraptured as they drink up the fat of your thighs and the curves of your ass, and the way your collar shifts around your neck with every swallow you take.

They’re blessed with the sight of you, your body, your sensuality, your playful and willing behavior when you’re just a tad too drunk to be decent. They were so lucky that Eren was almost jealous…

But he wasn’t.

Because he seemed to be the only one with the perfect view of the most intimate part of the garter belt you wore thanks to the way the skirt of your dress is riding up your thighs. He was the only one that got to see your pretty little cunt through the sheer fabric. He could barely make it out, barely got a glimpse before your legs were shifting again and your dress covered you up again. But in the mere second he got, he swears that he saw the outline of your pretty little slit.

“If you don’t fuck her tonight… I will,” Jean nudges Eren with his elbow and tilts his head towards the scene in front of him, just in time for Eren to look back to your face to see the alcohol spilling out of your mouth, down your chin and neck, and into the valley of your breasts.

Eren sees red. His eyes shoot back to Jean’s face immediately to catch the way his eyes devour you, and he digs his elbow in Jean’s side far harder than Jean had done to him.

“I’ll fucking kill you if you do,” Eren hisses, narrowing his eyes as he takes a step closer to Jean.

“Is that a threat?” Jean taunts, raising his eyebrows, an incredulous smile teasing his lips.

“It’s a promise.” Is the last thing Eren says before he’s reaching forward and grabbing the arm that Sasha has holding your leash.

He pulls her arm back to her body, watching as the chain unwinds from her wrist and her other hand lowers the bottle that was hovering out your mouth. He gives her a look, a warning, that says far more than his words ever could. She sets the bottle down onto the counter obediently before stepping back.

Eren takes her place in front of you, grabbing onto the leash that Sasha had let fall onto the countertop while you wipe at your jaw with your palms. He wraps it around his hand and forearm like Sasha did until he can slip his fingers between the collar and your neck, enough to tug your face to his.

You’re jerked forward, hands coming out to brace yourself on his chest and abdomen as he pulls you until your noses brush together. His eyes are concentrated as they flit over your features; from the way your lips part to the way your brows quirk into a worrisome expression — like a puppy caught doing something naughty.

You were trembling with anticipation. A whimper was already bubbling up in your throat from the proximity and grip he has on your neck and the way you can feel the muscles of his stomach twitch as he breathes heavily.

“I think I’m gonna take our little puppy for a walk,” His voice is dark, and his eyes meet yours fiercely; and even though he spoke as if his words were for the others in the room, you knew that they were directed for you and you only.

The room settled with the aftershocks of the previous events. The sight of your mouth hanging open for vodka was still so fresh in their minds as they conversed amongst each other that they missed the way that Eren had already begun to dominate you. They missed Eren pulling on your leash, sliding your body off the counter until your feet met the floor, then dragging you with him by the neck of your collar until you’re out of their sight.

He only looks forward as he pulls you behind him, thankfully loosening his hold on the leash so it hangs between the two of you rather than dragging you directly by the neck. You don’t resist his guide, you follow him with pathetic willingness; chasing at his heels as he takes long strides towards wherever he plans to bring you.

You were practically vibrating with suspense, your legs were like Jell-O and your arms were weak, and every time you heard the clinking of your leash you felt warmth spread up through your stomach.

The rubber band had snapped, and both of you knew it once Eren pulled you into one of the bedrooms on the utmost level of the house.

It was empty. The walls were bare of any decorations and the bedsheets lacked any character, so you safely assumed that this must be a guest bedroom. You hope it’s a guest bedroom.

Eren doesn’t seem to care either way, for once the two of you were fully inside the room, he shuts the door and quickly locks it while you stand a few feet inside, fiddling with your fingers and waiting for him to say something, anything.

But Eren only lets out a deep exhale, resting his free palm against the door while the other clenches tightly around the leather loop at the end of your leash. He takes a few deep breaths after that, desperately trying to compose himself so he doesn’t scare you… or worse.

You swallow hard, eyes flitting from the flexing muscles in his back through the tan jumpsuit to your shoes pressing into the carpeted floor, then to his hand that slides off the wooden door as he begins to turn towards you; slowly, hesitantly, like his restraint is thinning.

Once he fully turns to face you, he points a finger to the floor before him, “Come.” He demands.

You blink a couple of times in confusion, trying to process the tone of his voice and his body language. It takes you a moment to realize not just what he means… but how he means it, but it registers too late, and you’re being tugged forward by your neck.

The fist that wasn’t holding onto the end had grabbed ahold onto the chain, and Eren had tugged you towards him with such strength that you stumbled forward into his chest. Your hands reached out to space yourself away from him, and once you weren’t getting a faceful of his jumpsuit, you were getting a faceful of his own face.

He cupped your jaw with both hands, the leather strap itching against your cheek, and tilted his head down to you to carefully take your lips in his. It was a stark contrast to the previous tugging of the chain, but it was greatly appreciated.

His lips were soft, warm, so gentle it made your insides ache. He kisses you tenderly, starting with a long but chaste press of his lips to yours, but slowly increased the pace at which his lips left yours to only come back with more fervor.

You have to hold onto his biceps to steady yourself, for your brain was already fuzzy with warmth and arousal. They flex under your fingers every time he breaks away then pulls you back to him.

When you feel the warmth of his tongue teasing at the seam of your lips, you welcome it with a tiny gasp, but you only get to savor the taste of him for a brief moment before he’s pulling away to rest his forehead on yours.

“If you’re gonna dress like a bitch, I’m gonna treat you like one… okay?” He murmurs, tone much gentler than his words.

It was a genuine ask for permission. He was asking you if you were okay with him roughhousing with you; if you were okay with him treating you like the animal you were dressed as.

It ran a shiver down your spine, and he could feel you tremble in his hands. For a moment he’s worried he’s pushed you too far, but your voice interrupts his thoughts before he can pull away.

“Please,” You nod in his hands, pressing your forehead a little harder against his to enunciate your willingness.

Eren swallows, nods against your head, then mutters, “Oh fuck, okay.”

He kisses you, sloppier and deeper than before. His tongue slides against yours eagerly, and whines are gasps are pulled from you rather quickly.

You can feel him maneuvering the leash in his dominant hand, getting a better grip on it before he continues with whatever he has planned for you. He then takes his free hand off your face, and the two of you are left kissing with nothing but your own hands pulling you against him.

He pulls away to flit his eyes over your face before giving you one last soft kiss; a final moment of gentleness.

He steps on the slack of the chain that hangs between the two of you and brings his foot down until the chain is squeezed between his shoe and the floor. The tension jerks you downwards and you’re sent stumbling forward until your knees hit the floor with a deep thud and your hands come out in front of you.

“Eren,” You whimper, trying to sit upright, but his foot doesn’t let up and you’re left jerking back against the leather that digs into the nape of your neck.

“Enough.” He spits, keeping his shoe on the chain while he squats down in front of you to get your faces on the same playing level. At least he showed you a little respect.

He takes his foot off the chain, but only to grab it in the same hand that still holds the leather loop. It gives you the slightest bit of slack, and the muscles in your neck and upper back can relax a little; at least until he begins to slowly pull you towards him.

You’re forced to crawl a good step or two as he brings your face to his. It’s absolutely humiliating. Your knees still dig into the carpet and the heels of your palms press equally as hard into the floor. He’s still squatting, elbows resting on his knees as he looks down to you in the slightest.

The hairs that frame his face fall into it, covering parts of his eyes as he glares down at you like you’ve done something wrong. It hurts a little, to see him seemingly so upset, and your bottom lip quivers slightly as you sheepishly look up to him.

“Eren,” You sniffle, “Whatever I did, I’m - I’m sorry, I —”

“Shh,” His face relaxes at your vulnerability, and he lifts his arm from his knee to reach out with his hand to toy with the cute little ears atop your head with his fingers, “Shh, puppy, It’s okay. ‘m gonna tell you what you did wrong and you’re gonna be a good girl and show me you’re sorry, right?”

You know that he’s patronizing you, that he’s treating you like you’re a little dog, but his tone is so sweet and so gentle that it confuses you. His words are so demeaning, so shameful, but the way he’s saying it makes you want more.

“Yes,” You say quietly, trying to hide the shaking in your voice. You give him a tiny nod.

“Oh, good girl,” He smiles softly, tilting his head as his hand falls from your ears and to the side of your face, “Tonight… you thought it was okay to tease me; to prance around in this silly little bitch costume while your stupid little friend dragged you around on this kinky little leash knowing exactly what she was doing.”

He spoke slowly, letting every word he said sink in so you can process it. He kept that cruelly kind tone in his voice as he spoke words that were laced with venom. He mocked you, pouting and furrowing his brows when he says something upsetting to try and show you some form of fake sympathy.

And you ate it up; because he was petting your head, caressing your face, cooing softly as his thumb brushed over your cheekbone, speaking in a voice so soft that you were sinking your head into the palm of his hand to try and savor the way he was making you feel like you were floating.

“Now, I’m going to give you the benefit of the doubt and assume that you didn’t know what little scheme she and Connie had going on — because you’re too stupid to even catch on — and I’m gonna show you a little mercy because you’ve been such a good girl while you listen. How’s that sound, puppy?”

“‘sounds good.” You murmur, letting your face fall further into the warmth of his large hand that cups your cheek.

Your eyes were heavy, drooping with lust, and Eren loved it. You were gone, and not because of the alcohol. You had slipped into your own little world the moment Eren began to pull you by that little leash you have on.

He knew it. He knew it the moment he heard the tiniest of whimpers escape your lips when Sasha would tug on the collar around your neck, or when your pupils would dilate and your face would relax when someone would reach up and compliment the cute little ears atop your pretty little head.

You were loving this, but not only the actions alone. You were loving doing this, and doing it with him.

Your entire body was in a haze, all fuzzy and static as you drank in every sensation you were beginning to embrace rather than fight. You were closer to sober than you were to drunk, but you felt like you were floating off the deep end.

Warmth was tingling throughout your every vein, stemming from deep in your stomach and spreading out to your fingertips. Your insides ached for him; for more of this and how he was treating you.

You only notice that you had closed your eyes amidst Eren’s gentle ministrations when you feel them shoot open after the warmth of his palm leaves your face. He had started to stand. He had taken his shoe off the slack of the chain and released it from one hand so his only hold on it was from the leather strap where it was truly intended to be held at.

You were still on your hands and knees as he straightened out to his full height, peering down at you with a smirk on his pretty face. You couldn’t even manage to feel embarrassed at this point for how submissive you were turning, because he was playing right into it — he was loving this as much as you were and you knew it.

“Sit.” He says, maintaining eye contact as you listen to his subtle command and sit back on your calves as you had on the kitchen counter not even half an hour ago.

Your palms come up to rest on your thighs, sliding over the scratchy sheer fabric of the stockings you wore that were beginning to be stretched by the clasps of the garter belt from the awkward positioning you had been in.

You look up at him intently, eyes full of admiration as you wait for his next command. You looked so eager, so willing, so desperate; it made Eren’s cock twitch in his pants. And if you were so lost in his eyes you probably would’ve seen it jump right in front of your face.

“C’mere.” He pats his left thigh with his free hand, gesturing for you to scoot a little closer to him.

You do. You wiggle forward until you’re almost looking up at him at a vertical angle from how close you are. You know what lays just in front of you; a special little toy that Eren was planning to give you for how well behaved you’re being for him. You have to swallow down the saliva that’s pooled on your tongue, and your thighs squeeze together as you feel arousal leak from your needy cunt.

He looks so good. There was the smallest smirk on his parted lips, and his eyes were narrowed with desire; he stands with his legs parted ever so slightly, and his fists clench and unclench as he waits for you to settle before him.

“Good girl. ‘m gonna give you a treat okay? But you’re gonna have to work a little for it,” The chain jingles as he brings his hands in front of him, up to his chest where the zipper at the front of the jumpsuit lays.

He watches the way you shift around in your seat once the sound of the zipper unzipping reaches your ears, and if your cute little ears were actually attached to your head, he swears that they’d perk up at the noise.

You begin to grow impatient with the pace he’s chosen, and you sit up to reach out and grab the zipper from his fingers, but he quickly swats your grabby hands away with the back of one of his own.

“No.” He says firmly but quickens with how fast he’s pulling the zipper down his chest.

When he reaches his stomach, the beige fabric finally caves and reveals the white tank top he wears underneath. He shrugs it off his shoulders so it falls to his waist when he finally reaches the bottom of the zip.

Your eyes drink in every tanned muscle that’s shown off in the dimmed light of the bedroom; every shadow and curve and freckle on his skin, all the way down to the sliver of soft skin of the bottom of his stomach that’s revealed due to the way his undershirt has ridden up and over the waistband of his briefs.

You’ve seen him shirtless plenty of times before — at the pool on hot summer days, after his basketball practices when his jersey was too drenched with sweat and water for it to be deemed comfortable — but never like this.

Christ, he wasn’t even fully shirtless right now and you were falling apart, melting in his hands at the sight of his toned arms and broad shoulders. You were so drunk on the sight of him up close, so lost in taking advantage of the freedom you were granted now that the band had broken that you had missed him shoving the waistband of both his briefs and the jumpsuit down to his thighs.

With your eyes still locked onto the planes of his chest, Eren takes ahold of the base of himself with his dominant hand, brings it to the side of your face, and slaps the length of his cock against your cheek. It’s cute the way you flinch away from it, but then you quickly open your mouth for him once you realize what’s slapped you.

“Look puppy, ‘ve got a little toy for you,” Eren chuckles darkly, slapping the length of himself against your cheek once more. The precum that leaks from the head of him sticks to your cheek then strings off to connect to the slit in his tip.

You whine softly as he pulls his cock away from your searching tongue, keeping you at a distance. And when you reach up with your hands again, he slaps them away once more, the chain clinks as he does so.

“Nuh-uh. Hands on the floor.” His eyes flit down to the carpet between you and you listen immediately, placing your hands between your knees, not wanting to waste another second where his dick isn’t in your mouth.

“Good girl, now sit still and let me play with your mouth, alright?” He murmurs, guiding his dick back towards your parted lips, “Open, tongue out for me… good girl.”

You watch every shifting expression on his face as he drags the head of his cock over your lips, spreads the precum over your lolling tongue, and coats your cheeks with your own saliva to toy with you.

This was a game, and even though you could see him clench his jaw with every slide of his cock across your tongue, he was still winning. For you were the one knelt before him, panting and begging like a dog for his cock as it’s slapped against your face and tongue.

Every time he circles the soft tip against the flat part of your tongue, your insides clench around nothing. You can taste his precum — sticky and faintly salty — resting on your tastebuds, and every time his cock leaks a little more, your cunt does the same.

But you didn’t notice the way your mouth did as well. Your saliva was dripping off your tongue, down your chin and chest, occasionally stretching from your lips to the floor as he kept shallowly toying with your gag reflex.

You were already opening your mouth wider for him, wiggling your little tongue up his shaft whenever you got the chance. Occasionally he would catch the faintest whine or whimper when he would pull himself off your tongue and completely out of your mouth to watch the way your drool drips to the floor.

You’d scoot forward real cutely, like getting closer to him would somehow convince him to stuff your mouth. But he wouldn’t give. You’d clamp your thighs around your forearms, grinding your cunt against nothing but air, but he still wouldn’t give.

He wasn’t gonna feed it all to you just yet, he wanted to see just how desperate you got before you were verbally begging him for more. The little test-run of your mouth he was currently getting was taking the edge off. But it was just muting that desire to just shove himself down into you until you couldn’t breathe.

Your lips were so soft, so smooth and pillowy, and he just wanted to stretch them wide with the girth of himself. And your tongue — fuck, that tongue — dripping with desire and burning-hot to where it gives him a good idea of what your insides will feel like. He wanted more of it, but he swore he wouldn’t give.

It wasn’t until you let out the faintest moan around his cock — when your little clit brushed up against your wrists that were still squished between your thighs — that Eren considered sliding his cock down your throat. And Eren was tempted, he was so tempted — scratch that, he wasn’t even tempted, he absolutely wanted to, but seeing you like this… like a bitch in heat… was all too fun.

“Look at you,” He hums, eyes flitting down to where you continue rutting your hips against your hands, your stupid little puppy brain already Pavloved into knowing that when her little clit gets touched, it’ll feel good.

“Christ, baby. You want it that bad?” Eren says incredulously, “Not even in that little cunt, just in your mouth?”

You pull off of him, saliva falling from your mouth to the floor, and you swallow down the rest that remains in your mouth before you speak, “Yeah, ‘want it so bad. Eren, please. ‘wanna make you feel good.”

Eren’s stomach tightens at your begging. God, he’s dreamed about this moment, he’s fucked his hand until he was stupid to this moment.

“God, alright, Open up for me,” He grits, adjusting his stance a bit so his knees don’t buckle the moment he feels the heat of your mouth engulf him.

You stick your tongue out and open up again, looking up into his eyes as he stares down to where the tip of his cock finally meets your tongue again. He tilts his hips forward, letting you feel the divet where the head turns to the shaft, and keeps going until he feels the smooth part of the back of your mouth rub up against the head.

“Oh shit,” He breathes, his free hand coming out to the top of your head, right between your puppy ears, fingers curling against the back of your head to push against the resistance of the entrance of your throat.

You gag, but only a little. Your throat closes around the head and part of the shaft as he keeps pushing inside at a generously slow pace. As eager as you were, he doesn’t want to hurt you. And besides, he’s afraid he’ll cum far too fast if he picks up his speed now.

The sight of your lips stretching around his cock, eyes beginning to water, body jerking whenever the length of him brushes up against your gag reflex, cunt grinding against your own hands, desperately trying to relieve the tension in your stomach — it was all far too much.

You moan around him, sending vibrations up through his spine when your nose brushes against the soft skin of his pelvis. You were full, throat and mouth completely full of cock.

“God… damn,” Eren breathes, pulling himself back out enough to slowly fill your mouth again.

He goes a bit quicker this time — not fast at all, but quicker. He held a steady pace of tilting his hips forward until your mouth was just past halfway down him, then tilting them back until only the tip remained.

It was fast enough to have his lips parting and jaw slacking, soft groans leaving his throat as filled you, but slow enough where you could still feel every pulsing vein that litters his shaft run across your tongue.

You didn’t push against his hand, but rather let it guide you to and away from him as he pleased. He seemed to like pulling you towards him at the same time he pushed his hips towards you, even occasionally giving a harder thrust to slip down your throat, purposefully gagging you.

“That’s it - that’s it, puppy,” He breathes, bringing his head back off his shoulders and adjusting his grip on your head to watch your lips stretch with the thickness of his cock.

His every praise shot straight south and sent another wave of warmth spreading through your whole body. You jerked your hips against your hands involuntarily as well, grinding against yourself as he used your mouth.

“‘slobbering all over my cock like - like it’s a toy, huh?” He gives you a near breathless chuckle, but it’s ended with a deep rumbling throughout his chest in a held-back groan.

Knowing that he was falling apart equally as fast as you were only had you twitching more. You timed his every thrust into your throat with a roll of your hips forward, wanting your pleasure to mirror his. And your every vibrating moan that came from that pressure on your clit had his hips bucking against your jaw that much harder. So his slow, almost love-making pace with your mouth had begun to slowly turn into genuine fucking.

You whine and you whimper because every thrust into your face had your body rocking backward, only for him to pull you back against him. And that stupid rocking, that stupid fucking of him into you was now perfectly timed with your cunt bumping against the heels of your hands without you trying for it to be so.

You became all too scared that you were going to make yourself cum. That winding deep in the pit of your stomach was burning hot and his every thrust and groan and oh my God that left his lips only wound you up tighter and fed fuel to the fire.

He’s only aware something's “wrong” when the vibrating and rumbling around his cock began to grow more frequent, but he only noticed that because more curses began to slip from his lips due to the pleasure it brought.

“Are — oh God — are you gonna cum?” He asks; voice strained as he looks down to where you pathetically hump your hands that are still so nicely folded exactly where he had told you to.

You give a weak excuse for a nod while his hips begin to slow their thrusts, followed by a choked-up sob that escapes around his length.

Eren immediately pushes back against your head to free himself from your mouth. Disgusting globs of saliva drip to the floor between you, down your own chin, and down his shaft to coat his balls.

He wasn’t going to have you cum yet, because if you were going to cum… he needed to feel it.

“Nope, no, c’mere,” He quickly pulls up his briefs, not bothering to wipe off his spit-covered dick, and bends down far enough to grab ahold of your biceps.

You can feel the leather loop of the leash dig into your arm as he tightly pulls you upright and away from your own hands, but you don’t even have time to tell him that it hurts before he’s pushing you backward and lifting you just enough to get you up and onto the bed. You fall back onto your elbows, backside against the mattress while your legs bend at the knee and feet hang off and the entirety of the leash rests on your stomach.

Eren stands before you, then reaches down for your ankles that hang just above the floor. He grabs ahold of each of them, then takes each one of your white sneakers in his hand only to slip it off a moment later, then he drops both legs back down to the mattress.

“Take the dress off.” He mutters, shoving the rest of the jumpsuit off of himself along with the white tank top he wore underneath it. His shoes come off as well and are kicked aside towards the pile of clothes.

You listen, hastily sitting up and grabbing at the bottom hem of your dress, shifting your hips just enough to be able to pull it above them before you grab the opposite sides and pull it up and over your head and shoulders. The chain jingles and you have to pull it free from the fabric of the dress. Cool air hits the tops of your thighs, between your thighs, your stomach, and your chest. Goosebumps break out over your flesh, and you visibly shiver.

Eren takes a step closer, presumably to reach for you, but when his hand goes a bit far too right and just past your body. You assume he’s going for the leash, but when you feel the absence of tugging on your neck, you find yourself confused.

That is until Eren stands at the edge of the bed with a pair of puppy ears held within both of his hands. They must have fallen off in the process of taking your dress off and you hadn’t noticed.

“C’mere,” He says, much softer than before.

You scoot forward on the mattress until you’re sitting fully upright on the edge of the bed and his thighs rest between your knees. Your head only meets his mid-chest, but that doesn’t seem to be a problem; because the next thing you know, you feel the ears being gently settled back onto your head.

Heat spreads across your face at the oddly intimate gesture, and you’re stuck between looking down at your lap to play with your fingers or looking over the smooth plane of muscular skin before you. As much as Eren finds your sudden shyness rather cute — for moments earlier you were humping your own hands like a dog in heat — he wasn’t going to have it.

“Look at me,” He says, two fingers coming up against your chin to tilt your head to him.

Your pretty eyes are glossed over with lust and admiration, and maybe a hint of contentment. Your hands still lay daintily in your lap, and you seem ready and willing for anything he’s going to give you.

“Quit giving me those puppy eyes. You’re gonna make it hard to treat you like a dog,” Eren says with a soft chuckle, bringing his head down a bit to place another gentle kiss on your lips.

You hum with satisfaction, the vibrations sending little bolts of electricity through Eren’s body and down to his dick that presses hard against the confines of fabric, still pent up from your mouth. His hips twitch against the open air, searching for friction but sadly finding none.

There’s still one more thing Eren wants to do before he allows himself inside you, so he lowers himself down until his knees dig into the carpet. You let out a quiet noise of disappointment as his lips left yours but quickly perk back up once you realized his intentions.

His hands grab ahold of your calves and tug you towards him until your backside is resting at the very edge of the bed, exposing your still barely clothed center to him. You need to remember to thank Sasha for convincing you to not wear shorts or panties underneath it; it was a risky move but has turned out to be so worth it.

You can feel Eren’s lips brushing against your thighs, so gently that you would’ve missed it if you were so sensitive. His heavy exhales spread over your skin, revealing his lack of composure even as he holds a calm face.

You’re so thankful that you were still propped up on your elbows because you’d never forgive yourself if you had missed the sight of his tongue slipping out of his mouth with a smirk turning up the corners of his lips as he drags it across your clothed cunt.

It was the softest and cleanest gesture that’s taken place, but it rocked you to the very core of your being. That contact sent shivers down your spine and a tightness building up in your throat that escaped it in the form of a whiny “Oh God,”

Eren could feel your arousal through the sheer lace as he flattens his tongue against you once more. The taste of you has his dick pulsing beneath his briefs, straining against the fabric and begging to fill you.

He was so hard. Oh God, he was so fucking hard.

He was leaking all over the fabric of his shorts; precum dripping down his cock with every pulse and throb that involuntarily happened whenever your hips twitched or your breath caught in your throat.

The heat that was swarming around in his stomach was bordering distracting. He could barely get the clips of the garter belt undone without his hands trembling or a groan living his lips as he continued to lick at you through the fabric.

He then tugged it down your legs as quick as he could while making sure he didn’t disturb the fabric of the stockings. He wanted those to stay on.

You let out a tiny gasp, just barely audible when the cool air of the room skimmed across your heated center; and you let out a louder gasp when you felt the warm air of Eren’s mouth fanning over you once he positioned himself back between your legs. You could feel his lips teasing at the inner part of your thighs that were the closest to where you truly wanted him.

He looks up at you with hungry eyes; pupils dilated and eyelids heavy as he lets out little pants against your skin. He was starving, but he was waiting for you to feed him.

“Fuck, please,” You breathe, keeping eye contact with him and nodding with encouragement as he brings his head closer to where you want him.

He keeps his eyes on you when his tongue slips between his lips to take the tiniest lick over your bare skin. It was just a little flick over your clit, just a test of the waters, but both of you let out the most pathetic groans you’ve ever heard. You were slick and warm against his tongue, and he had to close his eyes to prevent them from rolling back into his head. And his tongue was silky smooth, drawing out intense pleasure with even the smallest of laps at your cunt.

“Holy shit,” Your eyes flutter shut and your head goes lax on your shoulders as he takes a broader lick through the entirety of you, letting his tongue linger and savor the sweet taste of your arousal.

Your entire body melts when he continues those wide yet practiced strokes over your hole and precise and teasing flicks over your clit. You bunch the fabric of the sheets between your fists as you try to remain up on your elbows, not wanting to sacrifice the sight of him between your legs.

It was so sloppy, so so sloppy as he tasted the entirety of you. Every glide of his tongue over the most intimate parts of you had you clenching around nothing and milking slicker onto his tongue; which only caused him to salivate more. You were dripping with lust and saliva, to the point where you couldn’t tell which was which; but you didn’t care. It felt too good to care about the mess of it.

Eren kept his grip on your hips tight, forcing you to keep them flat against the mattress. He did a good job keeping you still, but there were your occasional jerks against his hands that had his tongue slipping deeper into you that he couldn’t stave off. It was no mind to him though, he would groan at the desperation that leaked off of you — out of you; the twitching and flexing of the muscles in your legs and stomach as he fucked his tongue into you were more than satisfactory.

Eren pulls his mouth off of you, but only for a second to say, “Take it off,” while reaching with his left hand for the bra that still hides your chest away from him.

Quickly, you sit up, reaching behind you with shaky hands to unclasp your bra and slide the straps down your arms. Your nipples have already perked up from the southern stimulation, but the revelation of cool air on them had another breathy moan escaping from your lips.

Eren groans against your skin at the sight of your breasts bare to him, and then he returns his hand to your hip, splaying his forearm over your stomach, but only to bring his right hand completely off of you and down to shove his waistband down over his hips to grab ahold of himself.

He jerks his cock slowly, his eyes fluttering shut as he continues to drink at your cunt. He only opens his eyes to gauge your reactions to his tongue, for he’s worried that if he looks for too long he might prematurely spill into his hand.

Your angle atop your elbows thankfully grants you the ability to see his hips as he fucks his cock into his hand. Precum spills over his fingers and slides across his tip, so slick that it almost looks wet to the touch. Every dip of his tongue inside your cunt has another drip of it leaking from the tip that you just want to lick right up again.

He’s so wound up, fuck.

The muscles in his forearms strain and flex, tendons flexing under his skin to the point where it almost looks painful. And his cock throbs with every pump of his fist, veins pulsing beneath the sensitive flesh. He must be holding back.

And his dick, oh God, his dick. It’s big, fuck, he’s so big. He’s long and pretty and there’s the slightest upward curve that you know will hit the deepest parts of you and make it feel like he’s fucking into your stomach.

“Eren, I need - I need you inside me,” You pant, lifting one arm off the bed to reach for his wrist that’s still pressed against your stomach.

He listens, but not the way you want him to. He takes his hands off of your stomach and his cock and uses them both to pull you a little closer to him. Then, he grabs onto your ankles and lifts them until he can push against the underside of your thighs until your legs are pushed up to your chest and you’re forced from your elbows and flat onto your back.

The same hand that was splayed over your stomach now is splayed over the backs of your thighs, forearm resting in the crooks of your knees and keeping your legs pressed into your chest. His other hand comes between the two of you to slip two fingers inside you. You take him easily, loosen and slicked up from his tongue that there was barely any resistance.

You both let out a string of curses. Eren’s cock throbs, bobbing up against his stomach as he feels you squeeze his digits from the intrusion. Your cunt pulses around him a few times, trying to take him all in before settling and readying for more.

He curls them first, drawing a sob from your lips before he watches himself pull them back out. Your grip on him was tight, desperate, and needy, and he’s so close to just shoving his cock into you until you can barely speak.

It was right there, his cock was right there waiting to be fucked inside. It rested against the meat of your ass as he spread you open for him and filled you with his fingers. It was quite literally dripping against your right thigh.

The anticipation was brutal. You could feel it sitting there just as much as he could, and every time it twitched against you, you pathetically clenched around his fingers.

“Oh God, Eren please,” You sob, so desperate that you release the sheets from your dominant hand and reach down past your right hip, feeling around until you get a grasp on his cock.

It’s pathetic; both in how needy you were that you went to the point where you guided his tip towards your cunt, and then how easily he gave in and willingly pulled his fingers out and thrust inside you once he was properly lined up.

Both of his hands came back to the backs of your knees, pushing and pushing until your stocking-clad thighs were out of his way so he can properly watch your cunt suck in his cock. Your hands reached past your body to grab ahold of his hips, urging him and begging him to slid deeper even though he was already prodding against a spot that had you crying out.

You could feel the muscles of his upper thighs and lower stomach ripple against your fingers as he equally pushes inside a little more, but also restrains himself from bottoming out. But you were once again running his self-discipline thin, mumbling out, “need you deeper” and “more, give me more”

“If I give you more, you can’t — oh God — you can’t keep squeezing me like this,” Eren’s head falls back onto his shoulders as he squeezes his eyes shut, “‘need to let me in.”

“I can’t. Eren, I - I’m so close,” You gasp, tears springing to your lash line as you feel the warmth in your core become unbearable. You knew it was too soon; he just put it in, he literally just put it in and you were about to — no, you were cumming on his cock.

“Holy shit,” Eren groans, feeling that steady pulsing of your cunt throb against his cock, trying to milk what he wouldn’t give you. He just put it in and you were falling apart. He wasn’t going to last if you kept this up, “C’mon, fuck!”

Eren drops your thighs from his hands, falling over your body until his hands plant on either side of your head. He then brings an arm down to your hips, wrapping it underneath you and kneeling onto the edge of the bed to shift you forward.

You instinctively wrap your legs around him, drawing him in as he steadies the both of you at the center of the bed, then he pulls out only to fuck you through your first orgasm. His abdominals clench and tighten every time he draws his hips out, and there’s a dull yet wet slap that fills the room once he pushes inside again.

“There you go, puppy,” He lets out a breathy laugh, “There you go,” He lowers himself to his forearms, but takes his right hand to grab onto the base of the leash that’s still attached to the collar around your throat. He gently coaxes your head upwards, taking your open mouth in his and kissing you deeply as you struggle to kiss back; whimpers and sobs still leaving your throat.

Your hands slide up his back, feeling the muscles tense and relax under your palms until you reach his shoulder blades. Your nails dig in hard enough to draw a hiss from him, but it quickly turns into a deep rumbling in his chest.

“Harder,” You plead against his lips, squeezing your thighs around his waist.

Eren’s hand drops the leash and returns beside your head as he lifts his hips off of you until only the tip of his cock remains. He holds there for a little, letting your hole flutter around the sensitive skin, and then easily sheaths himself back inside.

It wasn’t harder, it was too difficult to fuck you hard like this. Your thighs were giving him a hassle with pulling out, and he didn’t have his own leverage on his side when he filled you again. On top of that, gravity wasn’t necessarily on his side either, he wasn’t fucking down but rather into.

He gave you a few more thrusts to tide you over before he pulled out to flip you onto your stomach. Your ass and thighs jiggled as your front hit the mattress, and when he grabbed ahold of your waist to prop you up for him, he gave the fat another slap to watch it ripple again; but this time from his own doing.

You pushed your ass against him, aimlessly searching for the tip of his cock to try and get it inside you, but instead, you feel the length of him slot between either cheek and you let out a sigh of distress and satisfaction as his shaft slides against your cunt.

One of his large hands grabs ahold of your ass, holding you out before him as his other hand grabs ahold of the base of his cock.

“Pretty ironic, don’t you think?” He mumbles, slapping himself against either cheek of your ass before guiding his tip inside, drawing a shaky sigh from you, “That I’ve got this bitch in doggy.”

Before you can give him a nod of agreement, he’s pushing back inside you with a deep groan. Your entire body recoils, back arching the wrong way at the intrusion that’s pushing so fucking deep into you that it almost hurts. You cry, choked up sobs leaving your lips and tears dripping down your cheeks and into the sheets as his cock prods at your fucking insides.

His hands help you back down, pushing against your waist to force your back into an arch that he finds much more suitable for the situation.

“You’re — Eren, oh God — Eren, you’re so deep.” You choke, a hand flying to your stomach and pressing against the plush of it like it will somehow force him a little shallower. The other hand holds onto the sheets tighter and tighter until your knuckles ache from how hard you’re gripping.

“Yeah?” He taunts, but his resolve is slipping. The sight of your pussy stretching around his girth has his entire body trembling to the point where it would be noticeable to you if you weren’t so fucked out, “I’m in your stomach, aren’t I?”

“Yes, yes I - it’s - fuck, I can’t,” Your hand moves from your stomach and reaches back to grab onto his hip, pushing against him to force him out a little.

Thankfully, he listens to your nonverbal plea and pulls out of you slowly, letting you savor the weight of his cock pulling out and dragging against your walls. He watches intently as you squeeze around his tip again, your body begging for more even though you were just begging for less.

He pushes back in slowly, waiting until your gasps of pleasure turn into those that seem to border pain to gauge how deep he should allow himself. And once he hears your, “oh god, Eren,” slip into a throaty, “oh shit,” he’ll pull back out again.

“‘m gonna fuck you so hard; gonna pound this little - this little puppycunt until you’re begging for my cum.” He seethes, taking a tight grip of your hips, “C’mon, let me fuck you hard, let me — oh shit — let me breed you.”

You cry out at that, at those disgusting yet cruelly arousing words he’s chosen to use on you. You forget all the pain that you felt when he was balls deep, and beg for him to do exactly as he’s said. You beg for him to fuck you hard, to fuck you until you were crying for his cock, for his cum.

He starts hard. He’s ruthless. His hips snap against yours with such power that your chest and face are getting pushed deeper into the mattress every time he fills you. Even though his thrusts are quick, they’re deep. Every one of them pushes his tip against your cervix, but he doesn’t sit there long enough for it to hurt because he’s pulling back out before a tear can slip from your eyes.

You can barely breathe, his cock still fucks deep into your stomach to the point where it almost feels like it’s in your throat all over again. You can’t even let out solid moans without them getting broken up by every thrust, your throat tightens up and your chest squeezes before you can let out a full exhale.

His fingers dig into the fat of your ass and hips so hard that you know they’ll leave a tender spot that will last the next few days, even now it was almost painful, but his desperation kept pushing you forward.

He wanted you just as badly as you wanted him, he wanted your release just as bad as you wanted to be filled with his. His deep groans and hissed curses had your stomach flipping and cunt tightening around his cock. His occasional pauses between thrusts followed by the rhythmic pulsing of his length inside you were intoxicating. Seeing his restraint finally give was far more rewarding than an orgasm could ever be.

It was so intense, so brutal. You were struggling to take what he was giving you but you were still begging for more.

“Harder,” You strain, voice weak and rasped as you try to lift your head from the sheets to look back to him. His thrusts shift your vision, your body still jerking forward as his hips push against your, so you dig your fingers into the duvet to try and hold on; to try and stay still enough to catch a glimpse of his face.

Eren slows for only a moment, just to look over your expression before he picks his pace back up again. Your hair is splayed out over your head and into your face, completely a mess. A glossy sheen of sweat has gathered on your cheeks and neck and your lips are still raw and swollen from his assault on your mouth.

“Oh God, look at you,” He breathes.

Looking over you is what sent him over; it was the final breaking point. Eren reaches a hand forward to grab ahold of the chain that’s splayed out beside you. He takes the metal in his hand and loops it around his wrist a few times to give himself leverage when he begins to tug your body upwards.

You choke temporarily before using your own arms to relieve the tension around your neck. Even though your limbs are weak, they satisfy your desires to stay up.

Eren only gives you a moment of rest before he’s pulling you up again, continuing to wrap the leash around his hand to prevent any slack. You gasp and whine as you’re pulled up to his chest. Your shoulders dig into the muscle of his pectorals and your head is pulled back until it rests against the same shoulder that flexes to hold you against him.

You can hear every grunt and groan that slips past his lips now, suddenly forgetting all the pain that was brought to you as you were tugged upright.

His dick prods forward, pushing into you at a different angle that makes it feel like he’s threatening to tear you open and split through your stomach. And even though he can’t give you a full thrust like he wants to, that curve bumps into your g-spot with every grind of his hips and causes you to grip him until he’s satisfied.

“Look at you, fuck…” He hisses against your temple, bringing a hand around your waist to help you hold yourself up.

“You’re gonna make me cum,” You whine, “‘gonna make me cum again,”

Your words make his cock twitch again, this time a bit deeper. You can feel the dull pulsing of him inside you, especially when he holds himself as deep as he can go. That sends you over the edge again. You’re going lax in his arms, shaking and trembling as another wave of pleasure crashes through your entire being.

Your stomach gets tight and your pussy clenches and unclenches around his cock, drawing him closer and closer to his own release. Your sweet cries of pleasure shoot straight to his cock and have him gritting his teeth to try and stave off his orgasm just a little longer.

“Eren, please, cum - cum inside me,” You reach back for his hips with both hands, digging your fingers into the muscle of his abdomen and lower back, “I need it. Oh God, I need it so bad.”

Eren chokes, his head falling forward onto your shoulder before pulling back up, “Yeah? You need — holy shit — need your little cunt filled?”

“Mhm,” You nod quickly, aimlessly, so desperate for it.

“Jesus fuck, I’m cumming - I’m cumming so fucking hard, fuck!” His hold on your chain and your hips releases and you’ree sent falling into the mattress again; hitting the duvet with a little oomf.

Eren pushes your hips flat and straddles the backs of your thighs, gripping your ass in his hands and pushing his hips up into you until he’s literally pushing you up the bed with how deep he’s trying to go.

He’s in your stomach again when he cums, and you swear you can feel the warmth spreading all the way to your brain.

Your vision goes white as your orgasm is dragged out through his. You can barely hear him speak, but the deep timbre of his voice only forces your walls to steadily throb for a little longer.

“Can you feel it? Can you feel it inside you fucking - fucking waiting to be taken by your little puppycunt, waiting to breed you,” He pants, keeping one hand on your ass while another pushes down on your back, “Fuck, I’m still cumming… fuck,”

You breathe heavily as you feel him finally hit blanks, cock still throbbing but no cum left to milk from him. He’s breathing equally as loud, deep, and heavy breaths coming from behind you as his chest rises and falls.

Eren closes his eyes, loosening his grip on your body and letting you relax as he sits back on your thighs. His cock is still hard inside you, marinating with a hot mixture of both your release and his.

It takes both of you a moment before your breaths are steady enough where you’re not worried you’ll pass out with the simplest of movements. He slowly pulls out of you, bringing his eyes down to where you meet to watch his milky cum seep from your used cunt.

You can feel it leaking out of you, dripping down to the backs of your thighs as he keeps going until none of him is left inside you. With the weight of his dick gone, you feel a little less full than you did with it inside, but still full enough to be content.

Your heavy pants eventually turn into satisfied sighs, and you curl your arms around your head to shove your face into the crook of your elbow. Your eyes flutter shut again and you take the time to ease your breaths back to normal.

Eren crawls up beside you, one of his hands splaying over your back and running up to your shoulder blades, then up to the collar and leash that still attach to your body.

“C’mere,” He murmurs, tugging on the chain one last time to coax you to lift your head to him.

You don’t open your eyes as he turns you onto your side to kiss you one last time; slowly, sensually, painfully gentle compared to his earlier actions. It makes your heart ache, but not as much as his next actions do.

“This can’t be very comfortable,” He says with a light heart, turning your back to your stomach and pushing your hair out of the way to reveal the back most buckle of the collar.

His fingers are gentle as they unclasp it, freeing you from the harsh leather. And just like that, you were pulled out of that wonderful headspace, but it wasn’t a bad thing. Your mind became clear and it finally hit you that he was here with you. After all that pushing and pulling he was now in some random person’s bed… with you.

“Something tells me we’ll be saving this for another time,” He sets the chain and leather onto the bedside table and it clinks as it settles. Then, he comes back to you and presses a gentle kiss to your temple, “How’s that sound, puppy?”

You smile drunkenly, “Sounds good with me, sir.”

songs: still your best, giveon.

you got it, bryson tiller.

Clair de Lune, easily one of the most magnificent pieces he’s ever heard. It was a rarity to hear music inside of a museum, at least to him. Usually there’s heavy chattering and champagne glasses being filled. The sound peacefully strummed through his ears as he sat and admired a pretty portrait tall on the wall. Teal colored eyes skimming the thin rectangle below the art to read who it was created by; Pierre Auguste Cote. The Storm is the name, and it’s absolutely enthralling. Oil paintings, specifically from the 18th century were considered gems to Eren. Although most revolved around the topic of eroticism, it’s still art in his eyes. He loved that artists expressed themselves in graphic ways over the things that intrigued them. Much like him.