princess

You hear it from outside of the door. Your eyes widen as you turn to look at Eren. It was bound to happen. Connie was the playful one of the bunch. Always cracking jokes and speaking out of turn. Touching things he shouldn’t just to get a rise out of whoever was his current victim. It was only a matter of time until he took it too far. And today was that day. A smack cracks in the air and you head Connie’s groans underneath the door. “What the fuck did I tell you? Huh?” Ony’s growl follows another smack.

“Fuck, I’m sorry. Please.” Connie whimpers. You knew the predicament he was in all too well. Having been on the receiving end of that same punishment more times than you would care to admit. “You so fucking hardheaded Con, damn.” Ony says in frustration. This smack was louder than the other two. Connie’s cries fill the air follows by a moan. “I won’t do it again, I swear.” He cries. “No you not. You knew better didn’t you. But you did that shit anyway.” Ony is breathless and you could only imagine the predicament that Connie had gotten himself in.

On the other side of the door, Ony’s hand grips Connie’s side as the other one presses him deeper into the mattress. “See what you get for being hard headed.” He grunts. His dick slides deeper into Connie’s ass. “Fuck, bruh. I’m sorry.” Ony’s growl follows fucks him rough, raising up to land another hard smack on his ass. The round muscle bright red from constant torture. “That ain’t my fucking name. Say that shit right.”

Connie’s eyes roll to the back of his head, his ears burning as a broken daddy falls from his lips. You slap both hands over your mouth to cover your gasps. Your eyes find Eren’s, his face beet red and cheeks flushed. “If you by that door, you next.” You both hear Ony from underneath the doorframe. You and Eren bolt down the hall and towards the living room.

Hours later, you tiptoe back up the steps. Eren carries a tray of food and you water and blankets pee Ony’s text request. When you turn the knob you see them. Ony, shirtless scrolling on his phone, and Connie resting peacefully in his arms. You heart and pussy flutter at the same time as you walk in. You sit the water down and climb in the bed on the other side of Ony. Eren stands at the foot, leg shaking nervously. You knew he wouldn’t ask so you hold you arm out and gesture him forward. Ony spread his arm out for you both to lay on it.

You scoot in close and Eren comes right behind you. Ony’s hand finds the back of his head and scratches into his scalp gently, loosening his ponytail. “Fuck.” Eren groans softly cuddling up behind you, his dick semi hard and he cuddles you tightly. You breathe in Ony’s scent. You love it when he is freshly fucked because his natural musk is so much stronger. The fragrance of him and Connie dance around your sense and makes you push further into him. Ony lets out a silent chuckle, kissing your head softly. “Tomorrow.” He speaks softly.

“Connie needs to recover.”

“Thank you for coming with me, Ony. I really appreciate it. You didn’t have to.”

“You playing right? Of course imma come with you..besides, I could never get my homeboys to go with me so it works out perfectly.”

you’d frolic about in your white flowing sundress with the pink carnations enmeshed in the pattern as this tall man with the stocky build, wire framed glasses and a tapered fade followed suit. He’d decided on grey sweats, black and white Dunks with a plain white tee and a silver necklace thrown around his neck for his ensemble..one thing was for certain: the two of you looked like polar opposites and he definitely didn’t fit the bill for being the absolute geek he was; that much apparent by the glares from the store clerks who recognized you. Little did they know this man would rattle their ear off about his fifty model airplane builds, all his knowledge about piloting, his love of space and buy out their entire stock of Star Wars and DC merchandise if he laid eyes on it. He got so excited when it came to his special interests and you thought it was adorable.

“Aye, look. They got the new volumes. We should both get a copy.” “Ony, look. This is the book I was telling you about, I think you’ll really like it, it’s up your alley.”

the two of you were like little kids running about through a store full of sugary delicacies. Excited and thrilled to be sharing your love of literature with one another. You’d grab various pieces that piqued your interest before retreating to the in house coffee shop for a seat and an iced refresher. Having stolen glances of your figure as he trailed behind you all day, Ony became increasingly flustered when seeing your pretty face, surrounded by those tufted curls and donned with that gorgeous smile..covering it up with the spine of the book.

“Why are you staring at me like that?”

“Because I like beautiful things, ‘can't help myself....”

complimenting your outfit, telling you how cute you looked in those round glasses. Teasing you relentlessly until you felt as if you were going to implode. Honestly, if anyone had said that a man as handsome as Onyakopon would be sitting across from you, fanning out over comics and being equally as infatuated with you, you’d call them a liar. But alas, here you were…it only made matters worse when he’d ask to see your piece of literature and after a few seconds of resistance, he’d grasp it and find himself greeted with quite the spicy excerpt. It was a black erotic fantasy novel by an author you’d followed for years. Many nights you sat in your room, immersed in her descriptive, detailed stories. This one in particular was about a young witch from a long bloodline of renowned practitioners who falls for the rival warlock and in this scene in particular, the two are engaging in a rather salacious exchange..in the public eye! Something that was admittedly so, a fantasy of your own. When Ony began to scan the pages, you could see his very visible reaction.

“Oh shit..so this is what we’re doing now? I see you, (y/n).” Causing you to immediately fluster in response! With haste, you’d snatch it back and attempt to cover your face in shame.

“Ignore that, I was just checking something!” but the damage was done..the seed had become deeply imbued in your boy toy’s brain and for the rest of the afternoon, it was all that would be occupying his mind…

“Yeah alright, I believe you. ‘You ready to go look some more?”

honestly, you’d do anything to ease the very blatant awkward tension. So you’d nod and the two of you would proceed to scan various aisles, scouring each section; omitting the children’s one until you’d successfully perused the entire store. By the end of it, you each had been left with a stack full of literature that had managed to fill up your hand baskets. Greeted by an overly bubbly cashier; resembling yourself with just a lighter skin tone, (y/n) went first and exchanged pleasantries with the young woman. As she’d scan your items, you’d find yourself engaging in a full blown conversation about your diverse selection. You’d talk about the various manga and how much you’d accumulated over the years. Then she’d catch a glimpse of the aforementioned novel that had spurred controversy.

Meanwhile, Ony couldn’t help but steal glances of you…his eyes just barely wavering so as to not draw too much attention but he couldn’t help himself. Admiring the curvature of your body…the way you looked in that dress was conjuring up thoughts he’d never thought possible. It was so innocuous but yet, revealed just enough to get his mind..and other organs racing. Not to mention your very visible reaction to that little excerpt he’d catch a peek of. But the best surprise was yet to come. Because once he finished paying for his things and the two of you gave a farewell to the cashier and store itself, you’d be greeted with quite a nasty storm waiting on the outside. Heavy rain droplets, thunder and lighting all filled the atmosphere and needless to say, neither of you were prepared. You’d heard rumblings earlier but it seemed that you two had been in there so long, it snuck up unexpectedly.

“You wait here and I’ll go pull the car around.”

It was his first instinct in that moment to protect you and as sweet as you found the gesture, it was also pointless. There was no need in him making the extra steps and you’d both end up soaked regardless.

“You don’t have to do that, I’ll be fine. Let’s just make sure our two hundred bucks doesn’t go down the drain.” Referring to the copious amounts of literature you’d just obtained and it truly would be disheartening to watch it all become water logged.

For safety reasons, you’d reach down and remove your sandals, curling them around two of your fingers. You’d hook arms and clutch the hooks to your chests, ensuring they were covered as best as possible. Together, the two of you would brace the tough terrain, sprinting towards the vehicle. It was almost kind of fun and romantic, despite the chilling rain pouring over your skin. Even so, you guys would reach your destination and promptly enter the safety of the four door sedan. Figuring it’d be a little more spacious than his two seater sports car but he didn’t mind driving so that you could get a rest; as you had to travel a lot for work.

“Oh my gosh, that rain is freezing! I really wish I had brought my jacket in or something…now my dress is all soaked—“

Amidst your rambling, Ony’s eyes had once again resurfaced back to your frame. This time, fixating on said dress…looking at how tightly it clung to your body. Specifically your breasts and how those nipples poked through the material. They were all such lewd and inappropriate thoughts but he certainly could not deny the fact that you stirred up those feelings for him.

“I’m sorry, I’m just ranting…here, let me look in the back and see if there are some spare clothes. I’m sure I have something.”

“Nah, you good, baby. I’m sure it’ll stop soon—“ but before he could halt you, you were already crawling to the back as you’d spotted a pair of jeans, a tank top and some sweats and a t-shirt he could slip into. Not to mention, it didn’t seem there were any signs of the rain slowing down and there was no need for you guys to sit in wet clothing. He’d turn on the car and shift it over the heat to provide warmth.

“Doesn’t look like it’s going to let up, we might as well get comfortable.”

And comfortable would be an understatement! Because he’d take it as an opportunity to make his move. If for nothing else, to get you all flustered and bothered, in hopes of some action for later on. As you’d make your way to the spacious rear, he’d follow suit, causing the car to rock a little.

“Yeah…by comfortable, you mean get naked, right?”

“That is not what I meant, you pervert. I was just saying..”

And before long, you’d find him tickling you and eventually, it’d end in a makeshift makeout session…tousling around in the back and naturally, him teasing you throughout the whole ordeal. Suckling on your tongue and mimicking your tone as his hands ventured all over your frame…helping to remove those damp fabrics. But just as he began to work you out of it, you’d squirm and giggle, pressing your palms against his chest. Not that you didn’t want this moment to transpire and you weren’t feeling him….however, there was a bit of a secret that you had been harboring all day..

“And what were you saying? Hmm? What you tryna’ say?—“

Finally rendering you nude; tugging those panties off with his teeth, Ony would part your thighs to move in between them and of course, catch a glimpse of that sweet center he’d been craving all day long. But it was what you had just a few inches lower that would take him by surprise.

“Oh shit…

Just between those plump asscheeks, resided a metal plug, decorated with a blue jewel in the center. You’d been waiting all day to get him home and reveal the secret but this worked just fine as well! The inspiration behind it? The very book you were just discussing. Because in one of the chapters, the rival warlock forces the witch to wear various toys underneath her clothes to a village party…with an anal plug being one of them so that he could ‘train’ her. Eventually, after teasing her with a controlled vibrator from across the room and all but forcing her to drop to her knees in the middle of the floor, he rewarded her good behavior and ‘participation’ by fucking her senseless in one of the rooms at the manor at which it was being hosted. He’d perform anal sex on the witch for the first time that had her frightened to begin with and by the end, left her mind blank and the sheets splattered with her cum. She’d go from pleading for him to not to thanking him for every thrust and hitting spots she didn’t even know were possible.

“Don’t be shy now…spread those legs f’r me, baby. We not gon’ act like we ain’t see that.”

Cackling as he ran his hands up the backs of your thighs, Ony heavily sucked his teeth with a mouthy groan…ingesting the sight and becoming instantly aroused. That much shown by the tent in his boxers.

“It was supposed to be a surprise for later….but you caught me.” With your knees curled up to your chest and legs parted, you’d shamelessly toy with your clit right in front of him. Squeezing those plump breasts and pinching your stiffened nipples, (y/n) would tease those folds, stirring up the slick and emitting those soft, adorable moans he loved so much.

“Well I ain’t mad about it…I just didn’t know you’d be into some freaky shit like this. Matter of fact…lean up f’r me. I got you..”

Taking his hand, you’d get adjusted in the seat until those legs were parted to each side and he was beside you. Tugging down the remainder of his bottoms, Ony would unveil that thick, veiny cock that had been throbbing since he’d first laid eyes on you today.

“..got my shit all hard, baby. I’ve been wanting your pretty ass all day. You have no idea…”

He could barely be sated as is. But when you’d reach over to grasp his shaft, stroking it with that cheeky grin on your face, he nearly lost his mind.

“Yeah? Then tell me…tell me how bad you want me..” taking the reins for once; displaying just how vehemently horny you were for your man to be. (Y/N) lowered your head and began teasing that tip…wrapping those lips around it and eventually bobbing up and down on that shaft. Coating the thick, dark member in saliva as he tossed his head back against the seat. Those guttural, deep moans sounding so sexy…

“Oh fuck…I want you so bad, baby…want you to eat my fucking dick up..wanna fuck that pretty asshole..make you come—” barely able to guide you along. But you needed no help whatsoever. Placing those hands on his thighs, you’d begin to engulf him whole; taking a solid five inches into your mouth at once. The sounds of you choking on his cock only serve to arouse you even more. Meanwhile, he’d spot those fingers working in and out of that wet cunt and decide to take it over…

“Let me finger this lil’ wet pussy…know that shit so tight..”

Shoving those much thicker digits in, he’d aid you whilst devouring him whole. Which in turn, only made you even more salacious. The way your lips suctioned around his dick and that tip hit the back of your throat, Ony knew he was in for both a treat and some serious trouble. You wouldn’t let up until his legs were trembling and he exploded inside of your mouth.

However, he had a different set of plans and suddenly, you’d find your hair tangled in the grip of his fingertips. Tugging you up gently, he’d shove his tongue into you mouth for a savory kiss…tasting both of your remnants. Followed shortly after by his fingers being glided down your throat until you slightly gagged for him. Which left you both with smiles on your face.

“You so sexy…and freaky. I love you.”

“I love you too…now fuck me..please.”

Panting like a starved feign, practically drooling to feel him inside of you. Ony naturally obliged and helped you adjust until you were planted on all fours and ready for him.

“That’s it, arch that back f’r me, baby.” Encouraging as his strong hands glided up the curvature of your spine and eventually back down to those plump cheeks; brandishing each of them with a smack. Slowly, he’d spread them apart and eventually revealing that metal plug fully. You were pulsating, that tight entrance suctioning around the far end and once he began to slowly tug it out, you’d find yourself whimpering and moaning. He’d glance down a little further to see that your cunt was glistening as a result of that stimulation all day.

“Yeah…you ready f’r me. Spread that ass…hold it open.” Becoming a little more firm in his commands as he prepared to glide in. Gripping the base of his shaft, Ony stroked himself a few times before providing you a little more lubrication with a glob of saliva and his thumb momentarily, working those compact muscles.

(Y/N) let out a soft whimper, cursing under your breath from the pleasure…alas, that was only the beginning. Because once he was done, he’d make the transition into becoming one with your body. Truth be told, you both were a little nervous…it wasn’t the first time you two had done these sorts of activities but it certainly had been quite a while. However, lust, hormones, pure love and the sheer heat of the moment had caused you to make a decision to spice things up. And Ony was more than willing to participate in the antics! After a few seconds, he’d grasp your waist and pull you towards him. Eventually, that tip would prod into that warm hole and before you knew it, you were three inches full of his fat dick.

“Oh…fuck! You’re so tight…feels too fucking good.”

Unable to concoct a full sentence, Ony would suck his teeth and huff as he made home inside of you…that wet flesh clutching around him for dear life. Meanwhile, you’d grasp the door handle for leverage and allow him more room to maneuver. He’d start with a few gentle strokes, pushing in ever so slightly as to not hurt you. But he didn’t want to tease you too much as he could tell that you were overly aroused at this point; drooling from all of your orifices. Once he made it to his third one, you’d feel his hand come down once more with a forceful slap against your ass and soon, he was hitting his stride.

“Yeah…that’s it…take that dick, beautiful. Take that fucking dick…”

His deep drawl ringing out in your ear as those strokes grew a little more fast paced.

“Fuck! Yes, give it to me, Ony. You’re making me feel so good!”

Whimpering and crying in that sexy little tone he loved so much. The feeling of those heavy balls slapping against that clit in tandem only increasing the pleasure. Eventually, you’d begin to meet his thrusts, letting that round backside ricochet off of him.

“Mmhm…yeah I know, baby. I’m digging that lil’ ass out, ain’t I? Got you creaming all over my shit..”

“Yesss, daddy. Fuck…oh my God, you’re gonna make me come.”

which was all of the motivation he needed to keep drilling into that entrance. He barely lasted anytime in your pussy but this was by far even harder and Ony wasn’t certain if he could take anymore. But he’d keep pushing through…especially when you’d continue egging him on with those sweet whimpers and adorable moans; telling him how amazing he felt and how good he was fucking you. Those loud, wet sounds and the collision of flesh filling the car. All either of you could do was thank the heavens that it was still raining cats and dogs outside, which served as a makeshift partition to your lascivious activities.

As your eyes began to trail to the back of your head, he’d reach around and grasp your throat; lobbing spit into your mouth once again..

“Kiss me..”

Desperately begging in succession as he sloppily slathered you in pecks. The two of you clinging onto one another as if you couldn’t breathe without the other. Eventually, you’d feel that knot sweeping up in your belly and without warning, you’d explode all over him; releasing a rain of squirt onto the seat. “Oh shit!”

“That’s what I’m talm’ bout, make a fucking mess..” but eventually, he’d find himself right behind you, mirroring the same sentiments.

“…I’m bout to come, baby. Swear to God, imma bust a nut in this lil’ ass. Can I nut in it? You gon’ let me?..”

Begging like a man unhinged and desperate to breed you. And naturally, you’d have no other answer than to grant his wish.

“Yeah! Please—come in me, come in this ass!”

Reaching back to pull him in closer. Unable to maintain his composure, Ony made those last few thrusts count with rapid speed before pausing and emptying every drop of his seed into your body.

“Fuuuuck! Fuck…I love you!” Finding himself curled over onto your frame.

“I love you too, Ony. I love you so fucking much.”

Smiling as your faces met once more. As you both came down from those highs, he’d examine the aftermath around you both and begin to laugh.

“You know what? I’m never going out with you again. You ain’t nothing but trouble…”

“Yeah, I doubt that. You know I’m worth every bit of it.”

And of course, he was inclined to agree. Placing a kiss atop your forehead as confirmation.

“Damn straight…I ain’t never coming up off of you.”

This was certainly a trip to your favorite destination neither of you would ever forget!

today’s first excursion is mount batur. the air is warm and humid, thick with the scent of earth and distant incense from nearby temples. volcanic steam rises in soft curls against the bright sky as your group makes its way up the trail. you’re practically glowing beside him, eyes wide with curiosity, leggings hugging your curves and one of his oversized shirts tied at your waist.

the tour guide some tall, friendly guy with an easy smile keeps talking, pointing out different rock formations.

“mount batur is still an active volcano,” he explains. “it last erupted in 2000, but the caldera lake below us is over a thousand years old. the balinese people consider this place sacred home to the goddess of the lake, dewi danu.”

you tilt your head, genuinely fascinated. “wait, so people actually cook breakfast with the steam from the volcano?”

the guide laughs warmly. “yes! you’ll see when we get closer to the top. the locals use the geothermal heat to boil eggs and even make babi guling sometimes. it’s one of the coolest things about living near an active volcano.”

“oh my god, that’s so cool.”

eren glances over at you. you’re asking question after question, completely in your element, and the guide is happily answering every single one. he can’t even be annoyed at that. you get excited over everything, and it’s one of the things he loves most about you.

still…

the guy sure is smiling a lot.

the trail gets steeper. loose rocks shift underfoot.

“careful,” the guide says, reaching a hand toward you as the path narrows. “this part can be tricky. the volcano’s last major eruption in 1963 actually reshaped a lot of this landscape.”

before eren can step forward, you’ve already taken the offered hand for half a second to steady yourself over the uneven ground.

“…thanks!”

“my pleasure.”

eren stares at the back of the guide’s head.

really?

he knows it’s literally the man’s job. he knows. doesn’t mean he has to enjoy watching another guy hold your hand even for a second.

i was right there.

i have hands too.

very capable hands.

you dust the dirt off your leggings and continue walking like nothing happened, already asking another question about the temple at the base of the mountain and its connection to the volcano’s spiritual significance.

eren catches up quickly, slipping his arm around your waist and pulling you a little closer than necessary.

the next day, eren told himself yesterday was just yesterday.

one overly friendly guide. a coincidence. that was all.

today would be better.

you guys are visiting uluwatu temple dramatic cliffs, ocean views, and ancient balinese architecture perched high above the sea. the air smelled like salt and frangipani, and the sun warmed everything in that perfect bali glow.

eren wanted to enjoy it. he really did.

but the moment the new guide greeted the group and somehow ended up walking right beside you within the first five minutes, that familiar pout started creeping back in.

“…and this part here,” the guide said, smiling warmly at you, “is one of the oldest sections of the temple. it survived multiple earthquakes and even a major fire in the 1800s.”

you looked up in awe, eyes sparkling. “seriously? it’s still standing after all this time?”

“it is. the balinese believe the gods protect it.”

“that’s so beautiful.”

eren watched the exchange from half a step behind.

of course.

you asked another question about the monkey forest nearby and the temple’s connection to the sea goddess. the guide answered enthusiastically, walking a little closer than eren liked.

you smiled.

the guide smiled back.

eren looked away, pinching the bridge of his nose.

not again.

as the group continued through the temple grounds, he caught more people glancing your way. some looked twice. one guy nearly walked into a low stone wall because he was too busy staring. another tourist fumbled his phone while looking at you trying to take it out of his pocket.

eren sighed internally.

i know she’s beautiful.

trust me. i know.

but does everybody else have to know too?

without saying a word, he slipped his fingers between yours, holding your hand a little tighter than usual.

you looked over at him. “hm?”

“nothing.”

“you sure?”

“yep.”

five minutes later, his arm had found its way around your shoulders. a few minutes after that, he leaned down and pressed a lingering kiss to your cheek while the guide was busy explaining another shrine.

you laughed softly. “what was that for?”

“felt like it.”

you tilted your head, studying him. “you’ve been really clingy today.”

“i have not.”

“you literally haven’t let go of my hand since we got here.”

“…it’s crowded.”

“eren.”

“what?”

you smiled to yourself, squeezing his hand. “you’re jealous.”

“i’m observant.”

“mm-hmm.”

“i’m protecting my wife.”

“from who?”

he glanced around at the handful of tourists pretending not to stare, at the guide who kept finding reasons to talk directly to you.

“…everybody.”

you bit back a laugh, leaning into his side as you kept walking. eren’s arm stayed firmly around you, his thumb brushing your waist in slow, possessive circles.

he knew he was being a little ridiculous.

but with the way the sunlight kissed your skin and the ocean breeze played with your hair, making you look like you belonged on the cover of a romance novel… he couldn’t help it.

my wife.

mine.

and he was more than happy to remind the entire island of that today.

back at the villa, the afternoon light filtered softly through the open balcony doors, carrying the sound of waves and the faint scent of frangipani.

eren had already showered. he sat on the edge of the bed in nothing but loose black shorts, elbows on his knees, replaying the last two days in his head.

she’s beautiful. of course people look.

it’s not her fault.

it’s really not a big deal… right?

he tried to calm himself down. people look at pretty women. that’s just life. as long as no one actually approached her she was his wife, after all it shouldn’t matter.

but the more he thought about it, the more it irritated him. the smiles. the lingering glances. the way that guide kept finding reasons to stand next to her.

damn.

he ran a hand over his face, sighing.

the bathroom door opened.

you stepped out, skin still glowing from the shower, wrapped in a soft white robe. your boho braids were pulled up into a bun framing your face. you looked effortlessly beautiful relaxed, warm, and completely his.

eren lost his train of thought completely.

“whoa…”

you caught his stare and smiled, tilting your head. “what?”

he didn’t answer right away. just drank you in. then he leaned forward a little on the edge of the bed.

“come here.”

you walked over slowly, stopping between his spread legs. eren looked up at you like you were the only thing in the world.

“wow,” he murmured, hands sliding up the back of your thighs.

you leaned down and kissed him softly. he kissed you back, deep and slow, one hand cupping the side of your face.

you pulled back just enough to tease, “you like what you see?”

“yeah… i do.” his voice was low, sincere. “i love what i see.”

you raised an eyebrow, still smiling. “you don’t feel any type of way anymore?”

eren let out a soft laugh, shaking his head. “hell no. i know i see you every day. i know i’m the one married to you.”

“mhm. thought so.”

you kissed him again, deeper this time. eren groaned softly into your mouth, hands tightening on your thighs. as the kiss grew hotter, you stood up straighter between his legs. he reached for the tie of your robe and gave it a gentle tug. the robe slipped open and fell to the floor in a soft heap, leaving you completely naked in front of him.

“oh my gosh…” he breathed, eyes roaming over your body like he was seeing you for the first time. “baby…”

you giggled, feeling both shy and powerful under his gaze. you pushed gently on his chest until he leaned back on the bed. then you climbed on top of him, straddling his lap.

eren’s hands immediately went to your ass, gripping firmly as you leaned down to kiss him again. the kiss turned messy fast tongues sliding, breaths mingling, little moans escaping. you started grinding slowly on him, feeling how hard he already was under the thin fabric of his shorts. he wasn’t wearing anything underneath, and the friction made both of you groan.

“fuck…” he muttered against your lips, hands squeezing your ass as he guided your movements, rocking you against him harder.

you kept grinding, rolling your hips in slow, deliberate circles while making out with him like you had all the time in the world. his shorts did nothing to hide how much he wanted you. every roll of your hips pulled desperate little sounds from both of you.

eren kissed you like he was trying to pour every bit of that lingering jealousy and love into it deep, hungry, and completely wrapped up in you.

you kept grinding on him, rolling your hips in slow, teasing circles, feeling how hard and ready he was beneath the thin fabric of his shorts. the friction was driving both of you crazy.

with a soft, mischievous smile, you reached down and tugged his shorts down. eren lifted his hips to help you, groaning as his cock sprang free, thick and heavy against his stomach.

“oh shit…” he breathed, eyes dark as he watched you.

you wrapped your hand around him, stroking slowly a few times before lining him up. you sank down inch by inch, gasping at the stretch. he was so big you had to pause halfway, breathing through the intense fullness, adjusting to the way he filled you completely.

“easy, baby,” eren murmured, hands gripping your hips. “take your time. that’s it… just like that. you feel so fucking good already.”

once you were fully seated, you stayed there for a moment, both of you breathing hard, foreheads pressed together. then you started to ride him.

slow at first. deep rolls of your hips that had you moaning softly. eren groaned, head falling back against the bed as he helped guide you, hands squeezing your ass.

“fuck, look at you,” he rasped, voice low and wrecked. “riding me so pretty. you like how deep i am, baby? huh?”

“yes… oh my, eren,” you moaned, eyes rolling back as you picked up the pace. every bounce sent sparks through your whole body. he felt incredible thick, hard, hitting every perfect spot.

he started helping you more, bouncing you on his dick with strong hands, thrusting up to meet you. the wet, filthy sounds of skin slapping filled the room along with your moans.

“that’s my girl,” he groaned, eyes locked on where you two were connected. “look at you taking all of me. so wet… so fucking tight. you’re creaming all over me, baby. shit.”

your head fell back, moans getting louder as the pleasure built fast. eren sat up slightly, one arm wrapping around your waist to pull you closer, sucking on your neck while he fucked you harder from below.

“you close already?” he whispered hotly against your skin. “i can feel you squeezing me. go ahead, baby. cum on this dick. let me feel it.”

you came hard with a broken cry of his name, body shaking as waves of pleasure crashed through you. eren groaned at the feeling of you pulsing around him, but he didn’t stop he fucked you through it, drawing out every last tremor.

before you could catch your breath, he flipped you over onto your back. he hovered over you, eyes dark and hungry.

eren pushed back inside you in one smooth thrust, your legs folding up toward your chest as he leaned over you. he started pounding into you deep and hard, the new angle making you see stars.

“oh—” you moaned, hands flying up to grip the back of his neck. his head dropped to your shoulder, lips brushing your skin as he fucked you relentlessly.

“feel so good,” he groaned against your neck. “this pussy is mine, baby. all mine.”

your moans turned into desperate cries. the pressure built fast again, overwhelming and intense. eren could feel it the way you clenched around him, the way your nails dug into his shoulders.

“you’re close again, aren’t you?” he panted. “go ahead, baby. cum for me. squirt on this dick. i want to feel it.”

you came hard, squirting around him with a loud, broken moan. your whole body shook as the orgasm ripped through you. eren pulled out just in time, stroking himself fast as he watched you fall apart.

“shit—fuck, you look so good,” he groaned, head tilted back, muscles flexing as he stroked himself over you.

he came with a deep, guttural moan, thick ropes of cum landing across your breasts and stomach. he kept stroking himself through it, breathless and sexy, until he was spent.

for a moment, the only sounds in the room were your heavy breathing.

eren looked down at you, eyes soft and full of love despite the heat.

“damn, baby…” he whispered, leaning down to kiss you slow and deep.

eren pulled back from the kiss, breathing hard, eyes soft and full of love as he stared down at you. for a second, everything felt perfect just the two of you, tangled and warm.

then you wrinkled your nose.

“ew, eren,” you laughed, pushing lightly at his chest. “wipe your cum off of me. i literally just showered and now i’m all sticky!”

he blinked, then burst out laughing, the sound deep and genuine.

“my bad, baby,” he said, still chuckling as he went get a warm cloth in the bathroom.

“i got you.”

he cleaned you up carefully, gentle and thorough, pressing soft kisses to your stomach and between your breasts as he went. once you were clean, he went into the bathroom washing the cloth hanging it ,he came back laying on the bed next to you

holding you close against his chest.

you nestled into him, legs tangled, one hand resting over his heart.

after a comfortable silence, you tilted your head up. “you not jealous anymore?”

eren smiled, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “nah. i’m good.”

“you sure?”

“yeah. i know who you come home to every night.”

you both stayed quiet for a moment, just enjoying the sound of the ocean outside and each other’s warmth.

then eren’s voice broke the silence again, a little too casual.

“…but real talk though. did you think that guide was cute?”

you pulled back just enough to look at him, eyes wide. “eren! oh my gosh.”

he grinned, trying (and failing) to look innocent. “what? i’m just asking.”

you laughed, swatting his chest. “you are so annoying. no, i did not think he was cute. i was literally just asking questions.”

“mhm.”

“you’re jealous again already?”

“i’m not jealous,” he said, pulling you back down and burying his face in your neck. “i’m… observant.”

you giggled, wrapping your arms around him tighter. “yeah, okay, observant.”

eren smiled against your skin, holding you like he never wanted to let go.

“that’s my wife,” he mumbled happily.

You gasp, gripping Johns shirt, “You- hck- you know whooo was blowin my shit up tonight? I-I thought I’d go crazyyy for second.” You gasp again, pointing at Simon who’s right behind you, smiling up at him, “You both were, I said, fuck two guys blowin up my phone when I’m supposed- ‘posed t’ be havin- hck- ‘posed t’ be young ‘nd turnt.” You let out a frustrated huff, stomping your foot.

“You were doin somethin dangerous swee’art, bein in a car that drunk, flyin down the bloody highway,” and high, you’ve got the smell of weed on you, John and Simon shared another look you were completely oblivious too. Watching the way your hands rubbing up and down your thighs, eyes low and red.

You shrug, “No, ‘s fine. Me ‘nd that guy-“

“You and him?” John tighter are sharper than intended, a tone that’s got your eyes wide and meeting his but you’re waving it off, “He always knows how to get me t’ relaaax. Youuuu- You’re overthinkin it.” You slur.

Your hands go up your dress, to your back, trying to reach the zipper, “Bof- both you probably spent alllll night overthinkin while I had a fuckin blast! Hmck- help.” Your pretty eyes look towards Simon, a pout on your lips. He doesn’t have to be told twice, unzipping the dress and letting it strung to the floor.

Leaving you in matching black thong and lace bra, both men looking elsewhere to hold in some restraint.

Your eyes are basically closed but you’re walking forward absentmindedly, throwing your arms up, “So overprotective. Don’t get it at allll!”

A cool and calloused hand reaches the small of your back, turning you toward the both of them, John rubs your back, “To bed honey.”

You shake your head, “Don’t need bed,”

“Honey-“

“-I wanna listen t’ more music! It’s only like 3!”

4 am actually. But you’re pushing yourself further than needed. A routine while this faded you must be overly to.

Not anymore.

Simon brushes your hair back, back of his finger caressing your face, “Daddies know what’s best for you baby, listen well ‘nd John’ll make you breakfast in the mornin.”

You soften at that, a small smile on your lips, “That’d be reallllly nice.”

“Right? Only ‘f you go to bed though luv,” and John scoops you up in his arms princess style, your arms wrapping around his neck subconsciously. Loving the way he feels against you, how warm he is, hairy arms prickling your skin. And then you feel his soft kiss against your neck, “Gonna sleep right between me and Dad baby. First time for you.”

“My dad,” you repeat, eyes slowly blinking, watching Simon who’s following John carrying you to the bedroom. “And Price too?”

Simon nods, giving your free hand that was dangling a little squeeze, “Daddy’ll be right there too baby.”

Daddy and Dad, Dad and Daddy, how interesting, how peculiar, had your mind swirling every more, how it gave your stomach a warm, tingly feeling.

“How nice.” You hum, eyes fully closing, nodding off before you even get to the bed.

It’s all a blur, getting you to drink water, cleaning you up enough to get you some proper sleep without getting your makeup on the sheets.

But you sleep really well that night, tucked in between two men, wrapped in their arms.

a/n: congratulations! You’ve made it to the end. I was gonna put inspo pics but no one is reading this anyway! I’m building plot here guys. Like I need reader to have reason to call them that, I thinks

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You lie flat on your stomach across your bed, your feet swinging in the air with your brown eyes glued to the television screen, engrossed in an episode of Law, and Order SVU, as Olivia Benson commits to solving the case, trash-talking the evil-doers, and a pink bowl of candy in front. You threw a few sweet gummy worms in your mouth, and your teeth dug into the sugary softness.

Your locs, freshly retwisted as you carefully took off the small rubber bands. Unraveling the twisted locs with a careful pace, tongue sticking out, resting against your lip. Focused.

“Welp, there goes another cliffhanger,” you mumbled, chuckling lightly.

You heard a chime from your Ring camera door on your phone, as you smacked your lips, irritated. Your eyes flickered toward the vibrant screen, irritation prickling at you.

You weren't expecting any visitors at 9:50 at night in the comfort of your home. Your curled locs pooled in front of your face, and you were in an oversized black tee shirt of your favorite artist, no bra and no panties on.

That was until you peeked at your phone to see who was at your door. Elias Moore, better known by his moniker, Stack. The younger brother of Elijah ‘Smoke’ Moore. Mischievous. Reckless. A sliver tongue. Rough around the edges. His Mississippi accent was thick, and potent.

The blazing fire to Smoke’s still waters, as the two of them combined would create a scorching steam engulfing the air, Smoke was the calm after storms of his own.

You often felt like people misjudged him, merely because of how he acted, and spoke to folks. Sure, Elias was wild, but he had a heart in there.

Stack found himself ruminating over the possible scenarios of what he could have been like, if all of that hadn't happened.

Maybe if he hadn't been so reckless as a child, and his father hadn't beaten him down often, then he would've been different, right?

Different in a good way. But you reassured Elias that he was perfect, the way he was. Despite the constant brotherly bickering with Smoke, and his big brother did it all with love, and protection for his baby brother.

Stack has been behaving oddly recently. Aloof. It all started when you were with his big brother, Smoke. Stack saw you two chatting, while walking out of a cafe and it seemed like you were in love with each other.

Stack assumed that you were dating Smoke from his view, the way you smiled with him, and Smoke smiled back at you, his arm linked over your shoulder as if you were Smoke’s girl. *His. Smoke’s girl.

Stack was infuriated, brimming with jealousy. Stack had you first before Smoke, his eye on you to be exact. He knew that women loved the strong, silent type, but not from his perspective. You? Yes.

You weren't impressed by his whiskey-aged smooth talk. Not his smug little grin, but he was a very fine man. You knew why women flocked to his way, and Smoke’s way. It was obvious.*

Smoke doesn't show that kind of joy for just anyone, unless he feels that strongly. He cared for you, and you cared for him, but it was a friendship. Platonic.

Stack needed an answer from you. Not from his twin brother, just so Smoke could silently taunt him, possibly talk shit. Rub it in his face.

There he stood on the porch stairs of your home, sporting an oversized grey hoodie and matching sweatpants, leaning against the railing. A pair of beige Timberlands, hood over his head. A grin of mischief flashed his new gold fronts across his teeth.

Who was he looking fine for? Your breath hitched. Your thighs pressed together, pussy clenching around nothing desperately at the live video of him on your Ring Camera.

You reached for a pair of shorts, sliding them up before trotting through the hallway, and made a right turn, made a beeline for the front door. You sighed dramatically, reaching for the door knob.

You swung the door open, and Stack had the audacity to step through your threshold, without introducing, or announcing himself. Your face turned sour, lips stuck in a tight line.

“What the hell is wrong with you, nigga? It’s almost 10:00 at night.” You say nonchalantly, gesturing to the time on your phone screen.

Stack didn’t say anything, he only scrapes the flat soles of his shoes across your doormat, and kicking them off into the shoe basket. You closed the screen door, twisting the locks, as you did the same for the front door with ease.

Stack simply stood there, jaw tightened, arms crossed as if he was ready to blow a fuse. Hell, whatever brought in anger for Stack must've been serious.

“Hello? Earth to ‘Lias, E! Smokey Bear’s evil twin?” You called out, your tone was short, abrupt, sharp through his earshot. Your hand waving dismissively in front of his face.

Stack’s head snapped in your direction, narrowing at your height, his jaw clenching tighter, gritting his teeth.

“That’s yo’ nickname for him?” Stack asked, his voice gravelly, deeper, real mean.

Your arms crossed, dismissing his question. Batting your eyelashes, masking your innocence, as your grin almost widened. “Yes. I think it’s cute.”

“You don’t have a nickname for me?” Stack asked, his hand over his muscular chest.

Somehow, you managed to snap him out of his trace, but his voice came out softer, yet the twang of that Mississippi accent, that rasp deepening sent a pang of arousal through your body, betraying you in the worst way. Shorts, wet.

You grinned evilly. “Nothing goes with Stack…there is wac—“ “Don’t finish that fuckin’ sentence, girl.”

Your hand ran over your face, dragging out a sigh. Wondering why you let this man in without announcing. Stack was a piece of work.

“What’s wrong? Did Elijah say something to you?” You asked him, concerned and confused.

Stack moved a bit closer, looming over you even though you were tall, with his hands tucked into the front pocket. Jaw still clenched at the mention of his brother’s name.

Smoke can always to get a rise out of Stack without him around. It was fun to Smoke, often. Stack could hear the dark chuckle from his brother right now.

"You Smoke's girl?” He asked, his voice deepened to a possessive tone, controlled.

Ahh, now you know. Smoke, you & jealousy from him. You wanted to mess with Stack for a little while. The glint of mischief in your eye, and he caught it.

“No, I’m not. Where did you—” You paused before thinking back to the time you, and Smoke spent time together.

“Big Papa Smoke got you acting jealous, Stack?” You asked coyly.

Stack flinched. He was beyond the grappling emotion. His finger lifted your chin, forcing your gaze. Your composure remained still, holding his gaze without flinching.

“I ain’t jealous..I had a feelin’ anyway,” Stack shrugged, his voice held a forced toughness as if he knew about it.

“Nigga, please. You came barging in here like I stole something. Smoke peeped it too. I told him not to, but he’s messy..” You explained, shrugging.

Stack grimaces, biting his tongue. Anger simmering in his chest. “Seriously?”

“Aww, ‘Lias. You’ve gone soft on little ol’ me? You're so cutee!” You exclaimed, your fingers pinched at his cheeks. Once you stop, the pad of your thumb presses against his dimple.

Stack’s lips fell in a tight line, slightly parted without a single sound uttered. Was it bad enough that he liked it when you touched him? He was too stubborn to admit it though.

“I ain’t gone soft, Y/n..” Stack shook his head, cutting his eyes at you. Bore through your soul.

“Yes, you are! It’s cute. Tough guy like you has a heart in there?” You teased, your hand resting over his chest.

Little did you know, his dick was already hard, jumping in his boxers just from on a touch, a smile, a laugh. He couldn’t resist you.

“Yeah I do. But that lil fuckin’ game ain’t just on Smoke, it’s on you too,” Stack warned, his voice smooth like velvet, and rough.

The warning hung in the air between the two of them caught your attention. You swallowed hard before keeping yourself together, but on the inside, heat flowing through you like a tidal wave, quick, and unexpected.

Stack leaned in, his cologne invading your senses, cinnamon, a hint of vanilla bean, citrus, something spicy to kick in. You could hear the soft jiggle of his gold herringbone chain against his collarbone. “You like seein’ a nigga angry, huh? You gon’ play wit’ my feelings like that.”

You objected. “Ay, that was Smoke playing with your feelings, not me.”

Stack’s hand wrapped around your neck, fingering curling tight to apply pressure, his thumb resting against your neck vein. Your pulse quickened so loud that you could hear it in your ears.

You bite back. “Elias…shouldn’t you be mad at your brother instead?”

That made Stack flinched slightly, slowly unraveling over you. He sucked in a breath, before exhaling as if he was blowing smoke from a lit blunt.

He released your neck from his grasp, leaving you breathless. Stack gave your desired space, yet close to you, almost inches apart.

“You right. But I did come all this way for you, and just the thought of Smoke havin’ you all to himself drove me crazy.” Stack confessed softly, his voice still raspy, torn with emotion.

“I don’t like that you gave him a nickname, and Smoke played me like that. He got to hold yo’ hand before me.” Stack went on, his voice softer, more potent.

“Elijah—-“ “Don’t say his name, say mine…”

Stack’s mischievous grin spread across his face again, unforgiving. Your hands snaked below the waistband of his sweatpants yet you stopped. “Can I touch you?”

“Am I yours, Y/n?” “Of course, you are…”

With a nod of his consent, your hands rubbed up, and down just to tease the man. His whole jaw flexing tight, his stomach doing flips, and clenching tight. His dick throbbing against the fabric of his boxers, your palm, warm, heavy and swollen in your hand.

“Feel that? That’s what you do to me, baby.” He confessed again, voice audible, measured.

Stack was melting slowly, softly at the touch of you. You ruined him from a distance, and up close, personal. Hot, and bothered like a sinner sweating in church.

“Take me to the bedroom..”

By your command, his hand latched around your waist, while hefting you under his buff arm, resting you over his shoulder. Carrying you through the halls, and made a beeline for the bedroom, as he laid you on the edge of the mattress.

His clothes thrown across the floor, while you stripped out of yours. But Stack ripped your panties off, eliciting a sharp tear of fabric. His hands on the blanket, as his eyes flickered down at you for consent.

“Yes, you can fuck me..”

His hand latched around his dick, heavy, hung low. Curving to the right just a tad. The intricate veins wrapped up, and down, the head protruding with desperate need.

His muscular body in all its glory, defined, soft, and smooth. Brown skin from his head to his toes. You couldn’t wait.

Elias’s eyes locked in a devoted gaze, lovingly like he couldn’t hide it. He couldn’t. Your hand wrapped around his dick, pumping it slowly. He hissed softly, dragging out a raspy groan.

“You know that I don’t like to wait, baby..” You sang playfully, your tongue glided across your lip.

Stack chuckled off a groan, stifling the sound in his throat. “S-says the one is teasin her damn self. Makin me wait…”

“If you can fuck me right, Elias..” “A’ight then..”

Stack pushed himself in, inch by inch, as his tip nudged your folds apart. The sudden sensation made you moan desperately like you haven’t had it in a while. Needy. Filled. The stretch of your walls around his dick, encircling to his shape. Your eyelids closed shut, as his thumb pressed on your clit. He groaned like he was drunk, as his tip strikes your spot. “Elias!”

“Now, that’s the only name I wanna hear, baby…” he rasped, his hands on your waist, as his hips pushing in deep, thrusts rough and soft. You were panting heavily, speechless. He wasn’t too sloppy. No brute force. Switching the pace, his own movements made your hips push with his, screaming like you were in pleasure, and pain.

You watched his dick go deeper inside you, the white essence all over thickening, gushing, creaming again, again. The few raspy rumbling in his throat made you wetter. He gave you every inch of him just as he was yours. His thrusts were reckless, precise and pleasurable. Driving you crazy. “Soo..goood!” You released raspy cries, calling out to him like a life line. “Yeah, that’s it…feel me..” he whispered, biting his lip. His moans were heavy, raspier, and he didn’t hold back.

Stack wanted you to hear him. His hips crashing into yours, with the curve of that dick hitting a spot in an endless loop, bruising your cervix like he hated you. Real mean.

“You'll feel this dick for days without me…shit..like this? I'll still feel that pussy..” He pants heavily, his eyes were still half- lidded. Watching you down below, the way his dick disappeared inside you. Fuck, that mouth of his. You whimpered pathetically underneath him, your brows furrowing in focus.

Yet Stack flipped both of you, while he wasn’t too sloppy on his back, and you on top of him. His jaw tight. Bouncing with lethal power, your hands resting on his chest, raising underneath. “You feel good..” he groans lowly, his head thrown back. Nails dug deep. He had a great view of you hovering an over him, burning the sight into his brain. “I know I do…” you bragged, your lips parted. A slow grind here, and a plethora of bouncing there. He loved it.

The swell of him enlarged inside you, as bite off a moan. His hand snaked to your throat, and his fingers curling around tight. His curve hitting that spot. You screamed. You gasped for air, yet he pulled you down, crashing your lips onto his. “You don’t fuck too pretty, you fuck real good. You mean wit’ it..” Stack groans, his eyes stayed at you. His muscles taut. Your pussy squeezes between his dragged out strokes, walls fluttering softly, gripping like a vice. Sucking him in, stretching you open. “You love it..Elias..” you moaned softly, eyes rolled back.

“This dick is all mine, baby. Don’t you forget that. This pussy clenching around you tight like it’s yours..” You pants, grinding still with brute force. He fucked you like his life depends on it. As if he were wither away, die without you. He would have in a heartbeat. Stack bites back. “It is mine..” he could feel it from every flutter, heartbeat and clench.

“This pussy right here? Moldin’ into the shape of my dick. I can feel it…fuckk..baby. That lil heartbeat? That’s how I know..” Stack says lovingly, his hands latched onto your waist tighter. You fucked him back, with everything in you. Pressed your chest against his, you weight on him. “Stack…you’re twitching…” you murmured in his ear. Hands beside his head. His dick twitching inside, begging for a release. You gushed, creamed, and cummed hard, as if it was a tsunami, flooding him completely. Milking him dry.

Stack flipped both of you, yet this time you were your back while he hovering above you. “Is my pussy killing you?” You teased, nails clawing at him. Moaning like a madwoman. Legs shaking between his waist, bunched up against his side. He fucked you through the mattress, and plunged without mercy. His face softening, scrunched up. “ You killin’ me like this..” Stack groaned deeply, his head craned back. Body shaking in desperation. Wet.

With a plethora of thrusts shoving you across the bed, and the swirl of his pelvis against your clit. You whined pathetically, eyelids shutting softly. The coil in your stomach began to tighten, as you came undone again. Stack’s thrusts turned slower, passionate. craved for you to be close, burying his face in the crook of her neck. His teeth sank on your skin, your melanated skin with hickeys.

His hand on the headboard, vice grip tightened while his hips pushed forward, animalistically. The bed creaks underneath their weight, his raspy, deep groans echoing with your wild moans. Obscene. Unhinged.

With that, his release caught up to him. Yours followed suit. His thick, warm cum spilling into you, again, and again. You screamed for your life, your back arched, as his fingers played with your clit. You whined softly, as you felt everything from him. Your hand rubbed his back, as his face remained buried in your neck before pulling away.

“Damn, I love you.” He says randomly, but he means it.

“Aww, you've gone soft on me, ‘Lias. I love you too!”

He pulled out of you slowly, just to see his fat dick inch out of your swollen pussy, his tongue gliding across his lip. His half- lidded eyes squinted a bit, the white mingling with the pink and deep brown of your folds, parting again. His cum oozing out. The soft gushing. You squirted on his abdomen, without shame. His mouth on you, slurping it.

“Can I get a taste, sweetheart?” Stack asked with mischief, a faint grin on his face. His southern drawl spilled over.

You chuckled softly, with a lazy smile on your beautiful face. Nodding weakly, your chest falling and rising. Pent up exhaustion. “Yeah, eat..” you spoke, your voice still audible.

Your legs parted for him, as his hands rested underneath your knees, resting them on his shoulders before burying his face against your pussy lips, lapping his tongue across your swollen folds, his mouth closed, and opened frantically as he swallowed the cum hard. Your hand atop his head, pushing him deep. “Swallow it—fuckk!” His throat flexing, raspy rumble in his mouth. Humming deliciously just so you could hear him, the loud slurping. This man was a big ol’ freak. Greedy.

After Stack ate you out for hours, he tidied up the place, and replaced them with clean sheets. Stack prepared a soothing bubble bath for you and joined in to help wash you.

He took care of you, helped you in your pajamas, and stayed with you all night long, sleeping peacefully in your arms. He was yours. All yours.