🦇 𝔧𝔬𝔩𝔦𝔢 🦇

Simon fucks you harder, the sound of your sweet voice begging for him enough to bring him to the brink of his orgasm, but not until you unravel on him for the umpteenth time tonight. His hand smacks down against your ass, your skin burning raw immediately, and he yanks your hair so hard that stars burst behind your eyelids.

“Please what? Be a good girl and use your fuckin’ words,” he says through gritted teeth, biting back an obscene moan that wishes to fall from his swollen lips.

His fingers press into the delicate skin of your neck, your pulse fluttering around his thumb, and the adrenaline of knowing that you’re at his mercy makes your walls clamp down tight around him, earning you a hiss from the man behind you. When you don’t respond in what he deems as a timely manner, his hand strikes your ass again, harder this time, but somewhere in this moment he still feels guilty for it when his thumb brushes over the scorching skin to soothe you.

“More, p-please Si,” you continue to beg, completely consumed by the feeling of his cock inside you, bullying your insides with no pity.

His hand moves from your throat to the pillow in front of you as he steadies himself. Leaning over your back, his cock pressed against your cervix with the utmost amount of pressure, he positions himself to watch your face while he fucks into you like a rabid animal as if he has no compassion or love for the woman under him what-so-ever.

You know he would apologize after. Apologize for being rough, apologize for saying mean things, apologize for acting as if he has no respect for you, but it makes your pussy so fucking wet all you can do is beg for him to be meaner.

“Yeah? Beg for it. Look at me and beg me to make you cum, beg me to make you feel good slut.”

Your gaze lifts to his, and the way his pupils dilate from the sight of you so undone solely because of him has a groan rumbling out from the depths of his chest. Drool drips from your chin while your mouth hangs open ever so slightly. Your eyes are half-lidded and dazed with tears staining your cheeks, your lips swollen and pigmented, and he watches how every single time his cock thrusts until there’s no more space inside you the air from your lungs comes in short, ragged gasps that sound like music to his ears.

“Make me c-cum Si- f-fuck- make me f-feel good, p-please,” you stutter, tripping over every other word, trying your hardest to form sentences coherent enough to beg for it like he asked.

He growls, deep and low, animalist almost, and he shoves your face into the pillow while spreading your cheeks with his other hand to watch your pussy swallow him whole. He fucks you, deep and hard and fast, it is almost too much. Your juices leak out around his cock, coating his length of your arousal, and he watches how tight you get the closer your orgasm gets.

“Do it,” he says, the words coming out strained, “cum on my fucking dick then since you beg so pretty.”

Every movement of his hips is hitting a spot inside of you that bursts into pleasure. Your cervix, your sweet spot, your nipples drag against the sheets until they’re hard and sore, your clit grinding against the pillow beneath you until it all pushes you over the edge. Your body becomes rigid, your muscles draw taut, and your screaming sobs fill the room, and no other sounds can be heard.

“I’m c-cumming-“

“Who makes you feel this good? Who do you belong to,” he asks, fucking you harder, fucking you through your orgasm, fucking you into overstimulation, waiting for the words to fall from your pretty, swollen lips before he allows himself the same release.

“You! F-fuck it’s always you Si,” you whimper, your body twitching from your walls being rubbed raw, from your clit grinding against every last nerve, from your nipples peaking beyond belief.

With a few more thrusts and a guttural groan ripping from his throat, Simon buries himself to the hilt, spilling his seed into the deepest parts of you. Long, thick ropes of warm cum flood your pussy, spurting out against your cervix with every twitch of his cock, coating your walls in all he has to give as the man behind you stills while he fills you to the brim. When nothing else will fit it leaks out around him, your cum mixing with his, making a mess between your thighs and spreading against the sheets.

“Fuck,” he groans, collapsing on top of you, trying his hardest to catch his breath.

His face is buried between your shoulder blades, his warm breath hitting your skin and sending shivers down your spine, his hands moving from their previous positions to caress up your sides as if asking for forgiveness through touch before asking verbally. He kisses against your spine, all the way down to your ass where he licks the raw handprint burning against your skin, and when he reaches your pussy, he licks up the mess before flipping you over with ease.

He hovers above you, wiping a stray tear before placing a feather light kiss to your lips. Admiring you, he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, watching the way you give him the softest yet brightest smile he has ever seen, and he can’t help but cover your face in the same kisses.

“You’re not a slut, and you never have to beg for me…,” he mumbles in between kisses, and before he can keep rambling on you pull him down until your forehead is pressed against his.

“If you say sorry… I swear Simon.”

He laughs softly, “I know, I know. I’m sorry- shit- sorry. Fuck. I’ll just stop talking now, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

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"E-renn , wait please , I cant-"

"Shh mama , you can"

Eren currently had you face down ass up , gripping at your dress and hips , abusing his dick into your pussy.

He had you absolutely fucked up , your hair a mess and a tit popping out, screaming into the pillow as he continued his assault into your cunt

"This fat pussy taking me so well"

His words degrading yet full of praise, enchanted with how you sucked him in at every thrust, eyes focused on the thick white ring around his cock as it disappeared in your folds

"Rennn , I'm gonna cum!"

"Hold it for me , you can do that for me huh?"

You didn't need to see his face to know he had the cockiest smirk ever , his hair clung to his forehead

"Ooo , this pussy is just so pretty , don't you think so? The way you jus' suck me in is deadly."

His tone teasing and demeaning, grunting at each thrust that became sloppy , indicating he was close

"Eren please , I cant hold it!"

"Unt unt. Your gonna cum with me , yeah? You can do it , just a little- fuck -more"

You were practically shaking , tears streaming down your face from the denial , you can't bear it any longer.

"Shit-you can cum , let it all out."

A loud moan leaving your lips as you spasmed against him , juices leaking all over his torso and your thighs.

Before you could even process it , you felt him cumming in you , filling you up nicely , halting his hips against yours as he caught his breath , ringed fingers drawing soft shapes on your hip

"That was fun , right?"

"Eren...you ruined my dress!"

your best friend’s little brother always got irritated the second you walked in. everytime you came over he’d make it known with heavy sighs and muttered complaints under his breath.

and when you stayed the night it was even worse. doors closing a little too hard, cabinets shutting louder than necessary.

you two argued about everything, stupid shit mostly. it was constant.

“bro you always talking about boys?” eren would get in your face, voice sharp. “pick me—”

“pick me? eren i never had to go out my way to get picked,” your lips pushed up. kasie would just laugh from her bed. “eren… she’s not a pick me. if anything she’s a hoe.”

you turned quick and pinched her side hard. “you really wanna go there? ‘cause when you needed a ride to—”

she cut you off with a loud fake cough.

“shit is sad and disgusting.” eren stayed leaning against the doorframe, tall as hell, just watching. his eyes stayed on you for a beat longer than they should’ve.

then he pushed off and walked away without saying anything. that part always pissed you off. you hated when he got the last move.

“just let him be,” kasie said, already back on her phone, back facing you.

you crossed your arms tight under your chest. “your brother is really annoying. i’m starting to actually not like him,” you said, voice rising a bit.

“i’m sure he feels the same about you,” she replied, half turning. “you’re the only one he argues with like that.”

you climbed onto her bed, the mattress sinking under you. “really? he doesn’t get into it with your boyfriend or anybody else?”

kasie giggled low, shifting back against her headboard. “maybe it’s ‘cause you’re always here… or maybe…” she dragged it out, smirking. “eren got a big ole crush.”

you pouted your lips, twisting them a bit. “girl i’d never talk to nobody younger than me—especially your brother.” you were taken aback.

the words kinda hung there and you felt a weird little twist in your stomach, replaying how he looked at you from that doorframe before he left. you hated how it stuck with you even a little.

she rolled her eyes, “eren is what like— three years younger than you?” she shifted her lips to the side. “that’s not even bad.”

and that made you frown, “would you talk to my little brother?” you tilted your head, your curls shifting down your shoulders as you stared at her.

kasie smiled, “no.. definitely not—but your older brother.” she sucked her bottom lip between her teeth and rolled her eyes back playfully. “the things i’d let him do to me!”

“you’re actually sick.” a soft smile formed on your face and you shook your head, looking at her real judgmental. she was talking about your older brother who fucked five bitches in one day.

“you don’t even know him for real.” you added, voice low.

before she could say something back, her dad came in the room. the door creaked open and his footsteps were soft on the carpet.

“hey girls!” he smiled, his glasses slipping down his nose as he pushed them back up with one finger. “me and your mom are going to this ballet show tonight.”

he paused, clearing his throat awkwardly and shifting in the doorway. “so uh… keep it down, no crazy stuff, and definitely no boys sneaking in here while we’re gone, alright? i mean it.”

you and kasie both nodded quick, trying not to laugh in his face. soon as the door clicked shut the room got quiet for a second, just the low hum of the fan spinning above you and the faint sound of their car pulling out the driveway.

kasie looked at you and busted out laughing first, covering her mouth. she was saying something between laughs but it was all jumbled up and hard to understand.

and as soon as the car lights danced across the blinds, she instantly grabbed her phone and called her boyfriend. you shook your head, smirking. “kasie you not shit for real..” and she really wasn’t.

and 30 minutes later her boyfriend and his friend showed up.

kasie couldn’t help being all over her boyfriend the second he walked in, kissing him and sitting on his lap. the vibe felt a bit awkward at first, everybody kinda just looking around. her boyfriend’s friend sat next to you, legs spread wide in his sweats.

“so what’s up witchu?” he broke the silence, looking straight at you. you shifted your eyes over to him without fully turning your head, acting like you wasn’t really paying him no mind.

“what you mean?” you let out a soft ‘hmph,’

he sucked his teeth and leaned forward a little. “you single, and i’m searching?” he talked with his hands, moving them all extra while he spoke.

he wasn’t ugly at all—actually.. he was really attractive, nice fade, pretty brown eyes, and tattoos peeking from under his sleeve.

“i really just wanna focus on school you know?” you finally faced him, turning on the couch. your knee accidentally rubbed against his thigh as you shifted, but you didn’t move it right away.

after a while you got extremely comfortable with him. yall started talking about all kinds of shit —music, funny stories from school, wild shit yall seen on social media.

the awkward vibe disappeared and yall were laughing for real, leaning into each other. before you knew it yall were exchanging instagrams and snaps, phones out, heads close together while you followed each other.

“let’s play twister!” kasie squealed, holding the beat up box in her hand, shaking it around all excited.

her boyfriend looked over at his friend then back at the group. “i’m down if you down?”

alex grinned a bit, rubbing the back of his arm. “nah i don’t mind,” he said, then turned his eyes back to you. “you playin’ right?” his brown eyes were so soft.

“well since you begging and shit.. i guess i’ll play alex.” you got up from the couch and stretched real slow, arms reaching high above your head, past all your curly hair. your shorts rode up your butt a little as you arched your back.

“can you go get eren?” kasie shifted her lips to the side and looked at you with them big pleading eyes. “i want him to have fun tonight too.”

you sucked your teeth loud and rolled your eyes hard. “okay, i guess.” you dragged yourself upstairs and knocked on eren’s door twice before just walking in.

he was laid back on his bed scrolling on his phone, one arm behind his head, gray sweatpants sitting low on his hips. “kasie said come play twister with us,” you told him, leaning against his doorframe.

eren glanced up at you, eyes moving slow from your face down to your legs then back up. “why you gotta be the one to come get me?” he asked, voice low.

you shrugged, stepping inside his room a little more. it smelled like his cologne mixed with weed and fresh laundry. “she wanted you to have fun tonight too, i guess. you gone come or you just gonna stay up here being weird?”

he let out a little laugh and sat up on the edge of his bed, legs spread. “you the one always in my house acting like you run shit. now you want me to come play twister like we kids?”

you crossed your arms and leaned against his dresser. “aren’t you like 12?” you scoffed, “this right up your alley boo.”

eren stood up slow, walking towards you. “bet i can show you something they never did at yo’ little university.” he tilted his head slightly, his manbun shifting as he looked down at you.

the way he said it made the room feel hotter. he stopped right in front of you, close enough that you had to look up at him. his gray sweatpants hung low on his hips and his t-shirt was fitting just right on his chest.

you wanted to find the words, something to say. anything really. “bitch please.” was all you could come up with. you struggled to even keep the eye contact..

he licked his lips and let his eyes drop down to your thighs and back up. “keep playing with me and imma show you just how much i mean that shit.”

he looked at you for a second longer, eyes dark, before stepping back a bit. “and you really playing in them little ass shorts?” he shifted his head to the side, staring hard.

you walked over to his mirror and turned around, checking yourself. “and what’s wrong with them exactly?” you wagged your butt a little in the mirror, smirking.

eren followed you to the mirror, standing behind you. “you don’t see nothing wrong?” he scoffed under his breath, eyes locked on your ass. “your whole ass out and you wanna play twister with people downstairs?”

“just cmon,” you rolled your eyes and walked past him toward the door, trying to ignore the way your skin felt warm from him staring like that.

kasie already had everything set up, she even had drinks lined up on the table like she been planning this.

“oh my god finally!” she clapped her hands loud, all excited. “guys let’s play now!”

you sighed as you finished walking down the stairs, eren inches behind you, his presence heavy. “you didn’t say we was playing drunk twister,” you said, crossing your arms as you got closer to the group.

“it was alex’s idea,” kasie grinned a little, shrugging. “and we all grown sooo.” she crossed her arms too, trying to look innocent.

you balled your lip up softly. “kasie your brother is 17.”

“okay and? eren got a whole tattoo and he smoke weed… he grown enough,” she said, waving you off.

you shook your head. kasie was the real pick me honestly. “okay whatever.” you sat on the couch, legs crossed, already feeling the vibe in the room shifting now that drinks were involved.

eren dropped down on the other end of the couch, spreading his legs wide, eyes flicking over to you for a second before looking away. alex was watching you too, a small smirk on his face like he was waiting for the game to start.

“okay so first everyone take a shot just to get started.” she handed everyone their drinks one by one, all smiley and hyped.

you hesitated for a second, staring at the cup before shrugging and throwing it back. the liquor burned going down your throat. eren swallowed his in one go with no reaction at all, face blank like it was water. alex’s cup was already empty too, sitting it down quick.

“okay so here’s the teams…” kasie spoke, still blinking a little from the shot. “you and eren — and alex and jace.”

jace instantly got upset, face scrunched up. “bro that’s lowkey… gay though?”

kasie just laughed loud, waving him off. “it’s just a game, stop babe.” you side-eyed eren real quick, already feeling the shot warming up your chest.

alex looked a little disappointed but played it off, glancing over at you with them soft brown eyes. the energy in the room felt messy now.

drinks and tension.

the game finally started and you actually started having fun. the boys kept ending up in mad weird positions and it had you giggling nonstop.

jace and alex got twisted up bad, with jace basically sitting on alex’s lap. kasie quickly snapped a picture, laughing her ass off. they tapped out fast and took a drink because neither one of them wanted to stay like that any longer.

kasie kept yelling out body parts and colors, eventually you ended up bent all the way over, ass pressed right against eren. he was holding his core tight, muscles flexed hard under his shirt as he tried to stay balanced.

the position felt embarrassing, especially with everybody right there, but you hated drinking so you refused to fall. “fuck— you’re so flexible,” alex said, looking up at you from the mat with a grin.

eren let out a loud, heavy sigh that everybody in the room definitely heard. you stayed secured on top of him, trying not to slip. “thank you.. i used to cheer!” you replied, breathing a little hard.

you could feel eren’s breath on your back, heavy and warm. his body was tense as hell underneath you and you swore you felt his dick twitch against your ass again through his sweatpants. he wasn’t even trying to hide it anymore.

“right foot green,” kasie called out. you tried to move but eren’s hand suddenly gripped your waist tight to keep both of y’all from falling. his fingers pressed into your skin a little too hard, like he was frustrated.

alex laughed from the side, still watching you. “y’all look good together like that,” you could tel he was trying to be funny.

eren didn’t say nothing back, but you felt his body shift behind you, pressing forward just enough for you to really feel how hard he was.

your heart was beating fast now. the alcohol mixed with eren’s dick basically resting on your ass was making it hard to focus.

you tried to play it cool but your thighs were starting to shake a little from holding the position.

kasie kept spinning and calling out moves, completely clueless to what was happening. you tried to adjust your foot but slipped a little, pushing your ass back against eren even more. he let out a low groan only you could hear, his grip on your waist getting tighter.

“you doing that shit on purpose?” he muttered behind you, voice deep and rough. his hard dick was pressed right between your cheeks now, thick and warm through the thin material of your shorts.

alex was still talking, trying to get your attention. “you good over there? need me to come help you?” he asked with a smirk.

eren rolled his eyes, and you could feel him holding you tighter. he didn’t want alex nowhere near you. ever. you were starting to get wet. uncontrollably.. you wanted the friction.

you softly pushed back against his thick lining in his sweatpants. soft groans escaped, and eren started grinding into you for a few seconds. not even caring if others saw.

his dick pressed between your cheeks and he slightly shifted up? “want me to show you now?” his words tickled your ear.

your eyebrows shifted and as bad as you wanted to rub your clit you couldn’t. not with everybody right there laughing and playing like nothing was happening.

alex kept talking, still trying to get your attention. “you sure you good? you looking a little stuck,” he said with that smirk, starting to move closer like he was really about to help.

eren’s grip on your waist got even tighter, almost possessive. he pressed his hard dick firmer between your cheeks and rolled his hips slow, grinding into you like he didn’t give a fuck who saw. you had to bite your lip hard to stop from moaning out loud.

“want me to show you now?” he whispered again, his lips brushing your ear, voice low and raspy. his breath was hot against your skin and it sent chills down your back.

you couldn’t even answer him. your pussy was throbbing bad, getting wetter every time he pushed up into you. the thin material of your shorts was doing nothing to hide how turned on you were getting.

eren kept that slow, nasty grind going behind you, acting like he was just trying to stay balanced for the game.

kasie yelled out another color but you barely heard her. all you could focus on was eren’s thick dick rubbing against you and how good it felt.

you pushed back against him again without thinking, chasing that friction even though your thighs were starting to burn from the position.

after an hour of twister everyone eventually passed out drunk. the living room was a mess — empty cups, the twister mat still on the floor, and the tv playing quietly in the background.

kasie and jace were knocked out on the big couch together, tangled up under a thick blanket, her leg thrown over him. alex was sprawled across the smaller sofa, snoring lightly with his mouth half open.

you and eren were laid out on the floor on a pile of blankets and pillows. the room was dark except for the glow from the tv. you were both still kinda awake.

he shifted closer to you under the blankets, then quietly turned on his side to face you. his hair was down now, messy and falling across his face. he sucked his teeth a bit, eyes low.

“why you still up?” he asked, voice barely above a whisper.

“because why would you do that…” you whined softly, your lashes fluttering as you finally looked him in the eyes.

“do? what exactly..” he dragged his words, teasingly. he knew what he was doing. he shifted closer. so close your lashes could touch.

“eren…” you pouted, lips poked out.

you couldn’t help it. your hand slipped under the blanket and into your shorts, rubbing your soaked pussy. eren watched the movement under the blanket and his eyes got darker.

he grabbed your wrist gently and pulled your hand away. “let me do it,” he said, calm and low.

you frowned but didn’t stop him. his long fingers slid under the blanket, under your shorts and panties, and started rubbing slow circles on your wet clit. your eyes rolled back to the stars.

“wait—” you whispered, gripping his wrist. “wait… we can’t… everybody’s right here—”

“so?” he breathed against your lips, slipping one finger inside you. you were dripping. he tucked his bottom lip between his teeth, eyes closing for a second like he was savoring how wet you were.

“fuck…” he muttered under his breath, slowly pumping his finger in and out of you under the blanket.

you opened your legs a little wider without thinking, letting him go deeper. the wet sounds were quiet but so loud to you. eren added a second finger, stretching you more, curling them every time he pushed back in. your breathing was getting shaky and you had to turn your face into the pillow to stay quiet.

he kept that steady rhythm, fingers sliding in and out, thumb rubbing your clit in slow circles. your pussy kept clenching around him, getting wetter with every stroke. you started moving your hips against his hand, chasing it.

eren pressed his hard dick against your thigh, letting you feel how turned on he was. he was throbbing.

you let out a soft whimper and reached back, grabbing his wrist harder, not sure if you wanted him to stop or go faster.

he didn’t speed up. he kept fucking you slow with his fingers, drawing it out, making your thighs shake under the blanket.

he watched every little twitch in your face — how your eyebrows scrunched up, the way your lips parted, how tight you were squeezing his wrist. you were so close. he could feel your pussy pulsing around his fingers. eren had something to prove.

then he just… stopped.

he pulled his fingers out of you completely and yawned loud, acting all casual.

“the fuck?” you balled up your lips, eyes wide. “eren what are you doing?” you whispered, voice shaky and desperate.

he stretched his arms like he was getting comfortable, still yawning. “i’m tired… goodnight.” he sniffed and turned his back to you, pulling the blanket up over his shoulder like he was really about to go to sleep.

you laid there stunned, pussy still throbbing and dripping down your thighs. your body felt hot and frustrated as hell. you stared at the back of his head, breathing hard, lowkey pissed off but even more turned on.

you nudged him with your knee again, harder this time. “eren… stop playing.”

he still didn’t say anything, just stayed facing away from you, but you could see his shoulders shaking lightly like he was trying not to laugh.

“eren.” you sat up on your elbow now, heat rushing all over your body. you were getting pissed. your pussy was still wet and pulsing and this nigga really had the nerve to play with you like this.

you sucked your teeth loud and crawled over him, literally rolling your body right on top of his before settling down.

your back was now pressed against his stomach, ass nestled right against him. he was still laughing softly under his breath.

“what?” he whispered close to your ear, voice deep and amused.

“don’t ignore me,” you pouted, clearly upset that he got you worked up and then tried to play sleep. you could feel his dick, still hard, pressing against your ass through his sweatpants.

eren chuckled quietly and wrapped one arm around your waist, pulling you tighter against him. “okay,” he said, but you could hear the smirk in his voice. his fingers started twirling one of your curls, playing with it while his breath brushed the back of your neck.

he didn’t say anything else for a moment. just kept grinding against you slow, letting you feel every inch of him. his breathing got heavier against the back of your neck. you pushed back against him, frustrated and horny, wanting more.

eren slid his hand down your stomach and slipped it back into your shorts. his fingers found your pussy again, even wetter than before. he rubbed your clit in lazy circles, then pushed two fingers back inside you.

“this what you wanted?” he whispered, lips brushing your ear. he started slowly pumping his fingers while grinding his dick against your ass at the same time.

you nodded, biting your lip hard, trying not to make any noise. your hips started moving with his hand, riding his fingers while your ass kept rubbing back against his dick.

eren breathed heavier against the back of your neck. he pulled his fingers out for a second, then pushed three back in, stretching you more. you gasped quietly and grabbed his wrist, but didn’t push him away.

“you mad at me?” he whispered, smirking against your ear as he slowly fucked you with his fingers. “or you just mad cause i stopped?”

you didn’t answer. instead you pushed your ass back harder on his dick, grinding on him. eren groaned low in his throat and finally pulled his hand out your shorts. he yanked your shorts and panties down to your thighs in one quick motion, then did the same with his sweatpants.

his hard dick sprang out, heavy and hot. he grabbed it and rubbed the thick head up and down your soaked pussy, teasing your entrance, coating himself in your wetness.

“please put it in.. stop playing eren..” you whispered softly.

eren let out a quiet breath and lined himself up. he pushed the head in slowly, just the tip, stretching you open. he stayed there for a second, letting you feel it before pulling back out. he did it again… and again. just the tip, teasing the fuck out of you.

you reached back and grabbed his thigh, trying to pull him deeper, but he held your hip still with a strong grip.

“if you can’t be quiet—”

“i can be quiet.. just do it!” you cut him off, pushing against him. eren laughed softly. then he finally pushed deeper. stretching you with each inch.

your eyes rolled back, lashes fluttering. you reached behind you and gripped the side of his face, pulling him closer. your mouth fell open and even though you swore you could stay quiet, a soft, shaky whimper slipped out.

“shhh,” eren whispered, lips brushing your ear as he bottomed out inside you. he stayed there for a second, letting you adjust to how full you felt.

he started moving — slow, deep strokes under the blanket. the wet sound of your pussy was quiet but obvious between the two of you. every time he pulled back and slid back in, your body trembled.

you bit down hard on your lip, trying to hold it in, but another small moan escaped. eren’s hand quickly came up and covered your mouth gently, his palm warm against your lips.

“you can’t take dick?” he grunted quietly, still fucking you with those long, controlled strokes. his dick was so deep it felt like he was hitting your stomach.

your eyes were watering. the feeling of him stretching your pussy open raw. while trying not to wake up the whole room was making everything more intense.

before you knew it, eren lifted one of your legs, hooking it over his arm. his dick pushed even deeper inside you. you arched your back hard, mouth falling open.

“wait— oh my god—” you whispered, voice breaking. your hand shot down and started rubbing your clit in fast circles, trying to match his pace. your pussy was making the wettest noises now, slick and loud under the blanket with every stroke. you couldn’t control it.

eren groaned low in your ear, gripping your thigh tighter as he fucked you deeper. “you hear that shit?” he breathed. “…pussy creaming all on me.”

you nodded frantically, biting your lip so hard you thought it might bleed. every time he pulled out and slid back in, the wet slapping sounds got a little louder. you were dripping down his dick, down your thighs, making a mess under the blanket.

“eren… slow down,” you whimpered, even though your body was doing the complete opposite. pushing back to meet every thrust.

eren suddenly shoved the blanket down off both of y’all, letting it bunch up around your legs. the cool air hit your sweaty skin and you instantly panicked.

“eren—” you whispered, eyes wide, looking over at kasie and them sleeping on the couch. you were scared somebody was gonna wake up and see him deep inside you like this. raw.

he didn’t care. he just hooked your leg higher and kept fucking you harder now that he wasn’t trapped under the blanket. his hips slapped against your ass quietly but steady. before you could say anything else, he shoved two fingers into your mouth, pressing them against your tongue.

“just take this shit—and be quiet,” he grunted low in your ear, still stroking deep. his fingers muffled your moans while he fucked you even nastier, skin slapping skin, sweat dripping between y’all.

you sucked on his fingers desperately, trying to stay quiet while he fucked you deeper. the sound of his hips hitting your ass was getting riskier.

“you scared somebody gone see me in this pussy?” he whispered, voice rough as he curled his fingers deeper in your mouth. you nodded weakly, eyes watering, but your body kept pushing back on him.

he pulled his fingers out your mouth and grabbed your throat instead, turning your head back toward him. he kissed you sloppily, messy and hungry, while still stroking deep. his dick was hitting spots that had your toes curling and your legs shaking.

“then be quiet,” he grunted against your lips, picking up the pace a little. your pussy was making loud, creamy noises with every thrust now. you reached back and gripped his arm tight, trying to ground yourself, but it felt so good.

eren suddenly pulled out, making you whine at the empty feeling. before you could even react, he flipped you onto your stomach and climbed on top of you, pressing you down into the blankets. he spread your legs wider with his knee and pushed back inside you in one deep thrust.

“fuck—” you moaned into the blanket, gripping it tight. this new position felt even deeper. eren laid his whole body on top of you, chest pressed against your back, and started fucking you.

you couldn’t even be quiet anymore. your best friend’s little brother had you acting completely out of character, moaning and whimpering like you had no sense. and the crazy part? you loved every single second of it.

eren wrapped his hand around your throat and pulled you back harder, forcing your back to arch deeper. you let out a soft, broken gasp as he sank even deeper inside you. it was too much. the wet sounds, your moans, his low grunts — it was all getting way too loud for people being asleep just a few feet away.

his eyes were dark and locked on your face, not looking away for even a second. he gripped your neck tighter, controlling you. “talk to me,” he said softly, almost sweetly, while still stroking deep.

“i— oh my go—” your voice cracked, breaking off into a whimper. you reached up and grabbed at his hand around your throat, trying to loosen his grip a little so you could breathe properly, but he wasn’t letting up.

“no,” he whispered, slowing his strokes just enough for you to really feel every thick inch stretching you open. “say it. say ‘oh my god, eren… you fucking me so good.’”

he gave your face a soft little slap, just enough to sting sweetly, matching the low groan in his voice. his eyes stayed glued to yours, waiting.

you swallowed hard, voice shaky and weak. “oh my god… eren… you fucking me so good,” you moaned quietly, the words barely making it out. saying it out loud made your pussy clench around him even tighter.

eren groaned deep in his chest, satisfied. “mhm… say,” he whispered, still stroking deep and slow. “say ‘i love getting fucked by my best friend’s little brother.’”

you hesitated, embarrassed, but your pussy clenched hard around him at his words. he felt it and let out a low chuckle, tightening his grip on your throat.

“say it,” he repeated, slapping your ass hard enough to make it sting. “don’t get shy now.”

you whimpered, voice shaky and broken as you finally gave in. “i… i love getting fucked by my best friend’s little brother…”

“yeah?” eren’s voice dropped even lower, sounding pleased as hell. he started fucking you harder, deeper, like your words turned him on even more.

eren kept that same slow, deep pace, dragging it out on purpose. he wasn’t rushing at all. every stroke was intentional, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in, making your toes curl.

“that’s crazy,” he whispered against your neck, voice low. “all that arguing… and now you letting me fuck you right here on the floor.”

he reached around and rubbed your clit in slow, teasing circles while still stroking deep. your legs started trembling again. you tried to push back against him but he held your hip still, keeping full control.

“slow down…” you breathed, even though you didn’t really want him to.

eren kissed the back of your shoulder softly. “you don’t want me to slow down,” he said quietly, almost teasing. “you just scared you’re gonna get too loud and wake them up.”

he kept fucking you slow, making sure you felt every inch. “you feel how deep i am? you really want me to pull out and waste all this nut?”

you shook your head weakly, eyes rolling back. “mm-mm… i don’t… i don’t want you to,” you breathed, voice shaky and broken.

eren let out a quiet, mocking laugh and gripped your hip tighter, still stroking deep and steady. “that’s what i thought,” he muttered. his breathing got heavier against your neck as he chased his nut.

he sped up just a little, giving you longer, harder strokes while keeping his voice low. “i dont— wanna pull out okay?” he groaned, “don’t make me pull out..”

your pussy clenched hard around him at his words. eren groaned softly in your ear, clearly enjoying how your body reacted to him.

“tell me you want it,” he demanded quietly, lips brushing your skin. “tell me you want me to nut in you.”

you stayed quiet, breathing hard, trying to hold onto the last bit of pride you had left. eren slowed his strokes down to a torturous pace, dragging his dick almost all the way out before sliding back in deep.

“don’t play with me,” he whispered against your ear, voice low and dark. he gave you one hard, deep thrust, making your mouth fall open. you whimpered into the blanket, your pussy clenching around him uncontrollably.

“eren…” you whined softly.

“say it,” he pressed, gripping your hip tighter, still moving painfully slow. you finally broke, voice shaky and small.

“…i want it,” you whispered. “i want you to cum inside me.”

eren let out a satisfied, cocky breath. “there you go,” he muttered, finally picking up the pace again. “wasn’t that hard, was it?”

“see.. my good girl.” he tightened his grip on your hip and started fucking you harder, deeper, chasing his orgasm.

his breathing got rough and ragged against your neck. after a few more deep strokes, his body tensed up completely. “fuck…” he grunted quietly.

his dick throbbed hard inside you as he pushed all the way in and held himself there. you felt thick, warm spurts of cum shooting deep into your pussy, pulse after pulse. he kept pressing his hips forward like he wanted every single drop to stay as deep as possible. there was so much it started leaking out around his dick while he was still inside you.

eren stayed buried deep for a long moment, breathing heavy against your neck, twitching every few seconds as he finished emptying himself.

when he finally pulled out slowly, he turned you gently onto your side to face him. without saying anything, he wrapped both arms around you tightly and pulled you into his chest, holding you protectively. one of his legs slid between yours as he tucked you close against his body, almost like he was shielding you.

“come here,” he whispered, voice low and a little possessive. he pressed your head into his chest and wrapped you up even tighter, one hand rubbing slow circles on your back while the other rested on your waist.

“you good?” he asked softly, kissing the top of your head. “i got you… just relax.”

Three days later, you were sitting in the lecture hall of your Biology 101 general education class hastily scribbling down notes as they appeared on the lecture slides at the far end of the classroom. This class was absurdly long, an hour and a half instead of the typical hour lecture time for time to do in-class discussion group work when your professor assigned it. Today, however, Professor Hange Zoë seemed keen on using the entire time for lecture to get the class ready for an upcoming exam. The Professor was one of the more active teachers here on campus, one who actually seemed to enjoy what they were talking about which was rare.

Your phone buzzed in your bag beside you, prompting you to pull it out and set it down on the desk near your notes. Usually you would’ve waited until class was over to check the messages, but since your deal with Eren you became more attentive. Almost like a girlfriend. 

It was the group chat that your friends had set up almost three years ago for hangouts and general chatting. But it seemed that someone had begun to tell others of what they saw at Starbucks the other day with Eren and you. It had to have been Connie, considering Jean wasn’t exactly the type of person to gossip just for the sake of gossipping. 

sasha: IS IT TRUE???????

connie: I TOLD YOU IT WAS TRUE

sasha: omfg

mikasa: connie i hate you 

connie: WHY AM I THE VILLIAN???? 

jean: because you told literally everyone

connie: freedom of speech is a beautiful thing

connie: anyways ya it’s true i heard it from the frat president himself

eren: word

You cringed at his text. 

armin: wait seriously? 

eren: yes armin we literally covered this

Unfortunately, the conversation was making you physically react more than you thought. A tiny laugh escaped you and Professor Zoë had stopped talking at the same time while clicking on the next slide. The classroom, still completely silent, seemed to notice because now people were turning to look at you. Professor Zoë adjusted their glasses and pointed directly at you in the last row. “Would you like to share the joke with the rest of the class?” They asked, raising an eyebrow behind their thick framed glasses which you could see from all the way across the room. You felt your soul leaving your body, hearing a half laugh from Connie who was across the lecture hall to your left. 

“Uh . . .” You said, looking down at your notes and trying to come up with an explanation that was better than ‘I'm laughing at my boyfriend who is not my boyfriend, convincing my entire friend group that we are dating so that I can get a real boyfriend.’ Your cheeks twinged red when you looked up and realized you didn’t have anything to say that proved any merit. 

As if they were putting pity on you, Professor Zoë pointed back at the screen. “Well, that was truly riveting. Since you’re already blushing and on the spot, explain genetic drift.” 

Luckily, the rest of the lecture ran smoothly, soothing your embarrassment until you stood up after class and made your way outside of the building. The late September air greeted you immediately, just enough chill as a little hint that fall was starting to win its battle against the summer air. Students were flooding out of the building in every direction. You were halfway down the stairs leading to the sidewalk when you heard someone call your name. 

It was Jean, surprisingly not Eren who you had almost expected to be the one trying to get your attention. Jean jogged down the steps behind you, hands gripping his backpack to catch up to your pace. The sunlight accented the tips of his hair, knocking your breath away because of how effortlessly easy it was for him to look so attractive. 

“Hey,” he said, matching your stride. 

“Hey, Jean.” 

For a second, neither of you said much of anything, until you saw Jean rub the back of his neck in an awkward way, like he was trying to figure out how to say something. “So . . .” he started. “You and Eren.” 

You tried to look casual, effortless. 

“Connie won’t shut up about it,” he said. 

“Yeah that sounds about right. Always leave it to him to spread every single bit of information ever.” 

The conversation seemed to flow easier now than it usually did. He asked you about your classes and what you liked to do for fun. It was the exact thing that you had longed for him to do, talk and listen to you casually and comfortably. Though a part of you felt weird in doing so, even though the plan seemed to be working just fine. Maybe it was because now that Jean was paying attention to you, it wasn’t so much of an unattainable thing that you had talked yourself out of doing for months. He was just . . . Jean. Easy to talk to and funny, awkward when he didn’t know what to say. 

“I honestly didn’t think that you liked talking to me,” Jean said after a moment. Though he immediately looked embarrassed when he realized what it sounded like. “No, not like that, I meant, I thought you always seemed as though I annoyed you.” 

You stared. He thought you thought you were annoyed by him? You laughed a bit, awkwardly glancing over at a passing group of people, trying to do anything but look at him so he wouldn’t see how shocked you were. You had literally spent months staring at Jean across from parties like he was some type of oasis in the middle of a desert. 

“I have absolutely no idea how you came to that conclusion,” you said, earning a laugh from Jean. He smiled, almost . . . pleased with the answer in a way, and you knew that you were on the right track to keep his attention. “I don’t know,” you continued. “Maybe I was just nervous to talk to you.” 

Jean’s eyebrows immediately lifted, a grin replacing the smile. Oh. He was trying to flirt with you. In the roundabout Jean way where he didn’t reveal too much to make himself embarrassed, always so put together and sure of himself. “Nervous?” He asked. 

“Not nervous nervous.” 

He hummed, pleased with your answer. It sounded like music to your ears, making that warm feeling in your chest grow that you always had whenever you looked at him. This was good, you thought. Maybe you wouldn’t have to fake date Eren for the full two weeks at this point. But another part of you knew that maybe Jean was trying to gauge how close you were to Eren without asking forthright. You didn’t know. This was confusing. College boys would never stop being confusing no matter how much you spent time with them. 

Your phone buzzed and you ignored it, greatly preferring the time you were spending walking with Jean than going to take out your phone and getting caught up in a message that probably didn’t even matter. But then it buzzed again. Twice. Three times. And you knew just the person who was in the business of texting until you answered him. 

Jean looked down at you as you sighed, taking the phone out of your pocket. “You’re popular today,” he observed. 

eren yeager: where r u

eren yeager: HELLO

eren yeager: connie said your class ended. come to union. 

You couldn’t help but smile at the audacity he had texting you so many times to try and get your attention. It was a typical thing for him to do and it had happened multiple times before, though this time instead of being annoyed you found yourself almost flattered that he wanted to know what you were up to. Like a boyfriend despite the fact that nobody could see your texts instead of him and you. 

“Oh,” you heard Jean say beside you, and you knew that you were semi fucked. He saw the smile and immediately noticed. “Is it Eren?” Sigh. Leave it to Eren to ruin your quality time with Jean. “What is he saying?” 

eren yeager: HELLOOOOOOOOOOOO

God he was so stupid.

“It’s nothing important.” 

“Must be pretty funny.” 

You closed your eyes for a half of a second, sucking your bottom teeth into your lip as you tried to keep your cool. You were beginning to understand the multiple times that Mikasa and Sasha called men idiots. Though you weren’t sure if you were thinking that Eren was the idiot or if it was Jean with the obvious way that he was trying not to sound somewhat jealous. He had never even noticed you that much before and now he was wondering what Eren was saying to you? 

The both of you reached a fork in the sidewalk and it was clear that Jean was heading in the opposite direction that you were taking. So you slowed, glancing back up at him and giving him a smile that half said ‘I’m sorry’ and ‘I’ve got to go.’ Jean offered one back. 

“Will I see you at the mixer tonight?” He asked. 

You nodded. “Probably.” 

“Cool, see you there.” And he was off in the opposite direction. Then your phone buzzed again, making you roll your eyes to the back of your head as you stomped your foot, walking into the more populated area where students were sitting around tables under umbrellas with the insignia of your university plastered on them. 

eren yeager: if u don’t appear in the next 5 minutes im filing a missing persons report 

you: calm down im on my way

It didn’t take long for you to walk there, seeing as the student union sat directly in the center of campus. It was a large brick building that was constantly packed with students mostly due to the restaurants that laid inside and the study spaces on the top floor. Surprisingly, you spotted Eren somewhat easily in the crowd, leaning against one of the pillars near the front entrance, staring right at you like he had followed you with his eyes all the way here. 

“You took forever,” he said, shouting over the conversations of other people. You tried not to notice the way that other random strangers were looking at you while Eren Yeager yelled in your direction. Leave it to him to not be subtle. The closer you walked to him, the closer you could see his outfit. It was simple, but simple in a way that showed he put at least some time into it this morning. Grey jeans that were baggy on him, paired with a white shirt that had the label of Acacia on the front, clearly some kind of shirt that he got for merch and from the looks of it the shirt was from a couple of years ago. Only Eren would be able to pull off a shirt that was slightly pulled at the collar, showing those collarbones of his that you really tried not to notice but was doing a very bad job at. 

It was irritating. Eren was not supposed to be the attractive person to you. It was supposed to be Jean. You just needed to focus on the end of this mission. 

Armin was sitting at the bench right next to the pillar, looking up from his own phone when he saw that you were coming near. He pushed his glasses up to his face and squinted, trying to gauge your expression. 

“Ooooooh I know that look on your face,” Eren said, quieter so that Armin couldn’t hear. “You were talking to horse face.” 

“Don’t call him that!” 

Eren laughed. “You totally were. What did he want?” 

“He was just asking if I was going to the mixer tonight,” you answered, walking closer to Armin and sitting down on the bench next to him so that Eren would stop asking questions about it unless he wanted to give away that this whole thing was an elaborate plan. Eren followed with his eyes after you, leaning against the pillar again with an unreadable expression on his face. 

“Of course you're coming,” Eren said matter of factly. “Where else am I supposed to show you off?” 

Armin sighed. “I feel like I shouldn’t be a part of this conversation.” 

Eren then crossed his arms over his chest somewhat dramatically, staring off to the side while sunlight peeked through the trees above you casting a warm glow over his face. You could see his green eyes shine, something that annoyed you more than you cared to admit. You couldn’t get the face that he made when you mentioned Jean to him out of your head. It was like he was annoyed that you were doing exactly what you were supposed to be doing with this arrangement. It wasn’t angry, the way that he had looked at you. More irritated than anything, like Jean was some mosquito that he couldn’t quite sway away. 

“What is that face? Are you jealous?” You asked him, finally getting the courage to say something. You grabbed your water bottle from the side pocket of your bag, suddenly feeling hot. 

Eren then turned his attention back to you. “You’re projecting.” 

“Ew,” Armin whispered under his breath. 

“Anyways, get to the house at 8 and wear something hot,” Eren said flippantly. “Can’t have everyone thinking that I’m dating someone without taste.” 

You looked at your water bottle in your hand and then at Eren. 

And with one swift move of your arm you threw it at him. Unfortunately not hard enough to hurt. 

You were drunk. Drunk drunk. Not the type of drunk that was cute and silly, the type of drunk that made you want to do things you would never have the courage to do before. The mixer had gone from a simple, tiny gathering between Acacia, Phi Tau, and two sororities, to a rager that somehow everyone showed up to. It was much like the party that you had been in during this past weekend, but everyone was a little bit more crazy. One of the sororities had brought party favors, bags of white powder that you were adamant on staying away from. You were drunk, sure, but you still had some standards. 

The house was practically packed shoulder to shoulder, all the rooms on the bottom floor full. The kitchen, which you didn’t even want to look at, was a zone of spilled drinks and sticky countertops. The living room furniture had been pushed to the side, a makeshift dance floor replaced them. 

This was all Eren’s fault, you tried to tell yourself. He was the one who was constantly handing you drinks and making you go shot for shot with him. And the entire time he stayed glued to your side, arm wrapped around your waist to keep you close. You did what he said at the student union, wearing a skirt and a tasteful top that had a deep v-line on your chest. This little charade that you both were doing seemed to be working with the utmost perfection. People moved to make room for you next to him, greeted you together, and asked you questions about your relationship that you had to make up with him on the spot. 

“You’ve been attached at the hip all night,” Sasha said to both of you, her hooded eyes switching between you and him. 

Eren sipped on his cup. He was as drunk as you. “We’re dating.” 

Before Sasha could say anything else, another figure walked behind him. 

“Hey,” Jean said, making your stomach drop right into your gut. He was holding a beer, face flushed from the heat of the party, hair mussed up and somehow still looking perfect. Jean’s eyes looked at you, and then traveled down to Eren’s arm around your waist. Eren seemed to notice, since you could feel his hand tighten, pulling you closer to him. Possessive. 

You tried your very best not to notice how it made you feel. You were drunk. You were thinking too much into things. But his hand squeezed again and you were sure of it. He was being possessive. 

“You having fun?” Jean asked. 

“She’s drunk,” Eren said, almost arrogant. “She’s been losing drinking games all night.” 

“Well, can I steal her for a minute?” 

There was a silence that passed between the three of you, Sasha watching the encounter with wide eyes and intrigue. You glanced up at Eren and you were horrified to see that he had a blank look on his face, jaw tightening and blinking right at Jean like a dog whose bone was trying to be stolen. If you had been more sober, you would tell him to calm down. But you couldn’t help but feel almost delighted that Eren and Jean were having a standoff about you. “Steal her?” Eren repeated. 

“Just wanted to talk.” 

Jean looked down at you, waiting for a response. 

Your mouth opened, ready to accept before Eren was pulling you in the opposite direction. “Actually we were going to go dance, maybe next time,” he said, barely even turning back as he grabbed your hand and walked you deeper into the crowd. Music drowned your ears, bodies pressing closer to you as they swayed to the music. Once you were in the middle of the crowd, near a pillar in the center of the room, Eren grabbed your waist again, except this time both of his hands were splayed on the small of your back, pulling him into his chest. “What the hell?” You said, looking up at him. “He wanted to talk to me.” 

Eren seemed indifferent, his gaze focusing solely on you. “I didn’t like how he looked at you.” You didn’t have a moment to answer, because Eren’s hands went lower, large hands grabbing your ass like he wasn’t ashamed about it at all. “Just follow my lead,” he leaned down and whispered, keeping his head there for a brief moment, lips dangerously close to your ear. If you didn’t know any better, you could’ve sworn that they pressed against the soft skin there, before he pulled away and started swaying the two of you to the loud, booming music. 

He smelled like cologne, the same cologne that he normally wore but this time it felt different, pulling you closer with some invisible power. His body fit perfectly against your own, and for some reason you felt yourself placing your hands against his biceps, squeezing them and finding nothing but hard muscle beneath. Your head was swimming, forgetting what you were angry for before and letting him guide you. Eren’s hands squeezed your ass again, pulling you as close as you possibly could be. 

Eren’s eyes darted down to yours. You could practically feel the lust on his face, your body shivering. “You’re so fucking hot,” he whispered under his breath, making your heart quicken. Eren leaned down a little closer, mouth near your ear again. “It pisses me off that you don’t get that. Jean doesn’t even appreciate that.” 

Your fingers clutched his arms, forgetting how to breathe properly. He was just drunk, you told yourself. He didn’t understand what he was saying. Your chest was thumping, this close to lurching out of your chest. You two were in your own little bubble, a tiny, lust filled bubble that you found yourself unable to take your mind or body out of. He pulled away only slightly, green eyes staying right on yours. Impossibly bright and dangerous. They flicked towards your mouth, making you impulsively pull your bottom lip into it. 

“Eren . . .” 

“Have you ever been kissed?” He asked, blurting it out before even thinking about it. 

You pulled a bit away from him, your eyes squinting. “Of course I have!” You said as a hushed whisper. It wasn’t a lie, you had been kissed before. Though it was never a deep kiss, not one that you had witnessed your peers do at these types of parties, or even on the quad when they pretended like no one was looking. It was never deep, never personal, just absentminded pecking of high-school students. Eren’s eyebrows lifted, like he didn’t believe you. The alcohol was stopping you from feeling insulted. 

“Good.” 

Eren pushed then, your shoulder blades pushing into the pillar behind you. He had you caged in, hands coming up to your waist and clutching you there to keep you while he pressed his body against your own. You felt your mouth go dry, keeping eye contact with Eren before you felt his lips press against yours. It wasn’t a soft kiss, it wasn’t even a particularly stable kiss as his mouth slotted against your own. A messy mesh of teeth and tongue, his face pulling impossibly closer to you, eyes closed and eyelashes fluttering against your own. You gasped into his mouth, which gave him the perfect opportunity to press his tongue into your mouth. 

You wanted to hate him for how good he was, how good it felt to feel his soft lips against your own like he needed you so badly or else he would die. And even more, you wanted to hate him for being so shameless, he didn’t even care about how you were talking to Jean ten minutes ago. The alcohol buzzed in your head, pushing you to work against his own lips, sucking and licking against his tongue, earning a soft groan from him. One of his hands came up to grip your jaw, splaying his fingers across your cheek. Eren didn’t give you a chance to breathe, and whatever tiny amount of air you managed to suck in was immediately swallowed by him, all consuming and raw. 

For a moment you thought he was going to pull away, but Eren’s lips told a different story, pulling away from your mouth and pressing against the corner of your lips, then on the side of your face, trailing down your neck. He stayed near the junction of your neck, teeth grazing the hard ligament that was exposed as he used his hand to lift up your chin. You could hear his breath, hot and heavy, puffing in and out as he focused on that area. Eren’s teeth grazed your skin, making you breathe out through your parted lips, eyelids closing for a moment as you just let yourself feel. 

It didn’t mean anything. It couldn’t mean anything. Eren was just carried away. Tomorrow, the two of you will laugh about it. Or even better, forget it ever even happened. 

But you knew deep down that you wouldn’t be able to forget the way that his lips felt on yours, or the way that he sucked on your neck like he was trying to stake his claim. 

Eren pulled away, his mouth hovering over yours as he asked, “Do you trust me?” 

Yes. You wanted to say. Yes you did trust him. You trusted him enough to go along with this stupid plan that seemed to be ripping by the seams. Your pulse was so heavy that you almost didn’t hear anything else except the two of you breathing, the rest pulsing violently in your ears. You nodded a bit, a move that showed your tentative acceptance. 

“I need a yes or a no,” he said, pulling away so that his green eyes landed on your own. 

“Yes, I — fuck I trust you.” 

“Tell me if you want me to stop.” 

Eren’s hand on your waist reached down, pressing against the bones of your hips, testing the boundary. When he didn’t get a rejection from you, his hand went further, all the way down to the exposed thigh from your skirt riding up against the pillar. Your breath hitched in your throat, extremely aware of how hot his fingers felt against your thigh, inching closer and closer inside of them. Instinctively, you parted your legs, looking down and watching as firm hands disappeared underneath the fabric. 

The pads of his fingers pressed against your underwear, the tiny fabric the only thing between them and your clit. “Eren,” you breathed, almost grinding your hips against his touch. Turning your head, you watched around you, looking to see if anyone noticed. 

His hand on your chin pulled you back to him. “Don’t look at them, look at me.” 

“But anyone could —” 

Eren hushed you. “They aren’t even watching, just relax.” 

His body brushed closer to your own, attempting to hide as much as he could. Eren put more pressure in his fingers, rubbing through the fabric and finding a large wet patch that made him grin. You shivered, mouth staying open while he continued his movements. One finger hooked the tight elastic to the side, finally pressing against your skin. You felt like putty in his hands, feeling two fingers rub against you fully, stifling a moan by biting your bottom lip. 

You heard Eren chuckle, clearly relishing how easy it was to wind you up. His index finger dipped lower, testing the waters before gathering the wetness and spreading it around your pussy, making it all the more easier to rub his hand against it. “Look at you,” he whispered. A whine died in your throat, head falling against his chest. “Shh, just feel me.” 

One finger dipped down again, but this time it pushed into you, pulling out and then pushing in deeper, all the way to the hilt. Your mouth gaped open, knees almost buckling and you would’ve fallen if you weren’t so pressed against him. The pad of the finger curled, pressing against the spongy spot inside of you with increasing intensity. 

You cursed under your breath, hearing Eren do much of the same as he pressed a second finger in. It was the first time that anyone had done this to you, other than yourself when you needed some relief after a long stressful day. No one told you how much better it felt when it was someone else playing with you, someone else with larger fingers that reached even farther into you that you couldn’t. He continued his slow pace, gauging how well you wrapped around his lengthy fingers, sucking him into your involuntarily. 

Eren’s fingers picked up the pace, pushing and pulling into you without a care in the world. Your hands gripped onto his shirt, trying so desperately hard to anchor yourself onto him, one leg riding up to slink around his leg slightly. You didn’t even care if anyone saw anymore, so laser focused on how Eren was making you feel. Your heart rate was increasing, feeling yourself fall deeper and deeper into your pleasure. 

You wanted him to feel good, wishing that you had the strength to give him some relief too but you were too consumed to even try. Luckily, Eren didn’t seem to care about himself, focusing solely on you. Your hips bucked into his hand, needy and impatient, continuing the motion so that your clit rubbed up against the palm of his hand while he finger fucked you. 

“Mhm,” Eren hummed, his head leaning into the crook of your neck. “Right there? That’s where you want it?” 

“Yes, yes,” you breathed, another string of  ‘yes yes yes’ leaving your lips. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop.” 

You were close, so close that tears were welling up under your waterline, moaning against his chest to keep yourself as quiet as you could under the music. If you focused hard enough, you could hear the lewd squelching of his fingers pushing into you, pulling you closer, closer, and caught you right at the edge of your orgasm. His fingers stalled for a moment, almost testing if he should give you it. His palm even pulled away so that you couldn’t grind against it, your nails digging into his shirt so hard you could feel the crescents on his skin. 

You wanted to yell at him, wanted to feel that release so badly that a tear threatened to fall onto your cheek. A breath was released from his mouth before he bit, hard against your neck, sucking on the mouth indent and licking as if to soothe you. At the same time, his fingers continued again, with two long motions until you were cumming. 

A white hot heat soared through you. You pulsed against his fingers, walls spasming, your vision blurred, head turning so that you looked into the crowd. He was right, no one seemed to notice that you were falling apart in his hands in the middle of the dance floor. They were all laughing, dancing, and talking while you rode your high, shamelessly grinding your hips harder into his hand. 

You eventually settled down, feeling a few jolts through your body as Eren pulled his hand away from in between your legs. Finally, you looked up at him, but he was already looking down at you, a grin spread across his features like he won the biggest prize ever. You couldn’t find it in yourself to speak, unable to come up with words to explain how you were feeling. You were still tipsy, not even being able to stand right anymore. You longed to feel his touch again, wondering how he was able to make you feel so good with just two fingers. 

What else was he so good at?

Eren, obviously pleased with himself, took the fingers and licked them with his tongue, staring right at you as he did so. It was so hot that you almost moaned again just from the view alone. He licked another time before pushing the fingers towards your mouth, pruned tips brushed against your lips and you opened up with greed you didn’t know that you had. 

“Suck,” he said, pushing the fingers farther into your mouth. You could taste the sweetness from in between your legs on your tongue, lapping at the intrusion. Eren pushed a little farther, a tiny choking sound leaving you before he pulled them out, spreading his thumb on your bottom lip. His eyes were dark, sweat dripping down his neck. 

the adrenaline rush you got from having his unloaded gun pointed at you had you feeling fucking feral, and don’t even get me started on when he wanted you to point it at him while he was slurping at your pussy.

that was the first time you ever held his glock, and even though it was unloaded, the mere feeling of the cold metal underneath your fingertips had ice running through your veins.

and just now you got that same feeling, only this time, his gun was very much loaded, and ready to be used.

eren has shown you how to use his gun plenty of times for safety reasons, so you knew how to handle it without causing harm to yourself or others, but you’ve never actually held it and felt it out until now.

it was definitely heavier with bullets inside. you couldn’t help but wonder how he walked around so casually with it.

“geez . .” you muttered, french tipped nails tracing along the barrel. it was cold to the touch, bringing goosebumps to your bare skin.

you were supposed to be journaling, and scheduling out the next few weeks in your planner, but curiosity eventually got the best of you.

eren was in the living room, man spreading on the couch with a blunt perched between his tatted fingers while he spoke to his supplier. that kinda stuff bored you, and it was only time eren wouldn’t entertain your antics. paw at his thigh one time, and you’re suddenly met with the scariest death stare of all time, and a deep frown.

the man was very serious about his business.

so while he talked about god knows what with levi, you brought your pretty ass to your shared room, and well . . . here we are.

the thing about your boyfriend, though, is that he has these spidey-like senses that alert him whenever you’re up to no good.

so when it was too quiet in the other room for more than ten minutes, he definitely had some suspicions.

“yeah . . yeah, i gotcha. i can stop by tomorrow night if that’s cool with you. my girl, and i got dinner plans tonight . . mhm. yeah, that’s cool. i’ll see you tomorrow night then . . bye.”

click!

eren tossed his phone aside with a sigh, and looked towards the bedroom, where still not a peep was heard.

thank god you really couldn’t hear for shit, so it was pretty easy for him to sneak up on you, and see what you were up to.

and it was just as he thought—instead of journaling and planning out your week like you said, you were on his side of bed, crouched over like you were hiding something.

he noticed that his bedside drawer was open, and that’s when the dots started to connect. a smirk curled at his full lips.

“whatcha doin’?”

“a-ah?! ren, you dummy, y-you scared me!” you huffed, quickly setting the glock back in the drawer. heat rose to your cheeks, and bells of embarrassment rung back and forth between your ears. “i just wanted to hold it for a second . . i’m sorry.”

eren was quick to shake his head, slipper clad feet slowly making their way over to you. “don’t be sorry, baby. you know i’ve been wantin’ you to get your own, so don’t feel embarrassed for being curious.” he plucked a raw cone that was sitting behind his ear, and brought it to his lips, “you wanna light this f’me?”

you didn’t know what it was was, but there was something so attractive about him smiling down at you with that cone dangled between his pretty lips.

blindly, you searched for a lighter, and luckily found one next to the glock. the metal grazed icily against your skin as your fingers wrapped around the lighter. “of course i do.”

he leant down a bit more, emerald eyes never once leaving yours.

a thick, yellow tinted cloud of smoked escaped past his lips before he inhaled it back in. “thank you, pretty girl,” he hummed, exhaling the smoke just a few inches above your head. “now may i ask why you were messing with moira?”

“i wasn’t messing with nothing, babe, honest! i just wanted to hold it for a minuteee,” you arms slithered around his slim waist, pulling him in closer. “i don’t know how you carry that around with you all the time. it’s so heavy.”

your lips parted in a breathy sigh when he caressed at your jaw, almost like you were waiting for him to do something.

“you get used to it after a while. feels like nothin’ to me now . . and i don’t mind that you wanted to hold her—”

“why do you call it a her? i thought that was just for, like, cars, and boats, and stuff,” you interrupted with a raised brow. “and why moira of all names? is it from the nineteen-hundreds?”

eren just laughed, the corners of his eyes crinkling together cutely. “here,” he muttered, placing the raw cone between your parted lips.

“i call her a she because . . i don’t know. it just feels right, and i referred to her as moira as a joke at first, but it kinda just stuck.” he plucked the cone from between your lips, and brought it back up to his own. “as i was saying before—i don’t mind that you wanted to hold her. you already know i been wantin’ you to get one of your own.”

the world was a dangerous place. and during a time when men were on constant power trips, and hurting random, innocent women, eren wanted you to be fully prepared for any, and everything if he wasn’t there.

but you were just not into guns.

you let out a small laugh, nimble fingers making their way up to the drawstrings on his sweats. “the day i get a gun is the day i take your credit card off my apple pay. never gonna happen, baby.”

“so pepper spray, and a pink, bedazzled pocket knife it is, hm?”

his breath hitched only slightly when you tugged lightly at his sweats. “alwayssss,” you grinned, resting your chin on his lower abdomen.

for a moment, you both just stared at one another. the sexual tension was thicker than the tinted smoke eren french inhaled, and with each passing second, you could feel his cock growing harder.

“you know i’d kill for you, right?”

your lashes fluttered, a dopey smile spreading across your lips. “yes, baby. you tell me that at least three times a week.”

“and you know m’serious too . . if anybody ever put you in harms way—i wouldn’t even hesitate.”

“yes, ren. i know.”

“does that scare you?”

he placed the cone between your lips against again, and you shook your head. this made him raise a brow, “not even a little?”

god, you were stroking his ego so bad, and you probably knew it by the way your were looking at him, and talking in that syrupy sweet voice that had his dick twitching.

“no, rennie,” with a final inhale, you were stubbing the bitter tasting weed out, and refocusing your attention on him—specifically the waistband of his sweats. “i think it’s really sweet actually . . that you care so much about me.”

in an instant, eren’s wife beater was pushed up just above the hardened ridges on his abdomen. kiss after kiss from your plush lips littered the entire area, bringing him to a full hard on. “touch it,” you heard him rasp from above.

your tongue poked out, wet and pink, and trailed over the throbbing bulge. the look on his face was priceless. feral with a tinge of shock.

“mm, kiss this instead.”

and then you felt something cold against your temple. a shiver ran down your back, and goosebumps blossomed around the entirety of your body.

the only thing that was almost better than your orgasm face was the look you had right now. scared, but also pathetically needy.

a whimper bubbled in the back of your throat as you pressed a kiss to it, and then another. eventually, you poked your tongue out, but justttt a little bit.

“look at my two favorite girls french kissin’.”

“ugh, ren! don’t be crude!” your lips pushed into a pout making eren laugh harder. he nudged the weapon underneath your chin, forcing you to look up before setting it back inside the drawer.

“heh . . cute.”

when he started bunching up his hair, you knew it was go time—the shirt you were wearing now tossed to the side without a second thought. this left you almost bare, the only article on clothing on you being a pair of baby pink panties.

“you excited for our date tonight?” he asked you, casual as ever like he wasn’t about to give you some serious work. “been waiting to take you there for months.”

as he pulled off his shirt, your doe-like eyes immediately zeroed in on the swirls of ink that covered his arms and chest. his bottoms were next to go.

“y-yeah, i’m really exci—oh!”

before you could even get four words out, eren was pulling you to the edge of the bed by your legs in one, swift tug. “you gonna wear that pretty dress i bought you? the pink one with the lace?”

while he awaited for your response, his fingers curled into the waistband of your panties, pulling them just below the soft mound of your cunt. when you didn’t say anything, his eyes flicked to yours. “well, are you?”

“y-yes, rennie. i am, i promise.”

he let out a hum of approval, and tugged your panties down the rest of the way, exposing your slicked pussy to the cool air.

“i like when you pick out my outfits,” you added, batting your lashes up at him.

his hand instantly wrapped around your throat, applying little to no pressure, meanwhile the other grabbed ahold of his twitching cock. the thick head swiped between your chubby folds once, twice, before slowly pushing in.

“slow, rennie,” you gasped out, trying your absolute best to ease up for him. “k-kiss me?”

“mhmmm.”

then his lips were against yours, the new angle causing him to push more of his dick between the tight confines of your silken walls. he just kissed you like that for a while. all slow n’ nasty until he was able to build up a steady rhythm.

“don’t stop,” you mewled against his lips, parting them more so he was able to slip his tongue into your mouth. it laved over yours, and then he was sucking on it making you whine.

the bun he put his hair in was messy, rushed, and was falling apart within minutes of him fucking you. soon, a curtain of brunette hair covered you both much to his dismay. “ngh, s-stupid hair tie. hold on, baby—”

“just leave it, honey—don’t stop,” you repeated desperately, bringing your hands up to cup his cheeks. “y-you feel s’good!”

“shit—yeah? you like when i fuck you all sweet?” there was nothing sweet about the way his cock was drilling into you, but it sure did feel like it with the way he was talking you through it. “don’t forget to breathe.”

just as he said that, you released a long breath you didn’t even know you were holding, your chest rising and falling rapidly. “good girl. jus’ keep on breathing, and let rennie fuck you like you deserve.”

you didn’t need to be told twice, your body going completely limp as eren fucked into you harder, deeper. a tatted hand gripped at the back of your knee, and slung it over his waist, the new angle bringing hearts to your eyes.

then eren’s phone started ringing.

and it wasn’t just anyone, it was levi. you could tell by the ringtone because eren has designated ringtones for all his important contacts—you included.

with the sound of skin slapping and heavy pants, you were hoping he wouldn’t hear the familiar sound and stop. this was not the case.

“a-ah, fuck. that’s levi callin’, baby—”

your man let out a noise of confusion when you covered his ears, and pulled him in close, smushing your lips against his. “just ignore ittttt,” you whined into the kiss, only for eren to let out a groan of disapproval.

“if you pull out m’not letting you back in.”

“oh really?” the brunette chuckled. “you better hold on then.”

he swooped you up with ease, apologizing in the form of a kiss to your chin for the sudden movement. his cock was deep and snug inside of you, the thick veins that wrapped around the base now throbbing erratically against your gooey walls.

it felt good, like, really good, but you couldn’t let him know this because he found a loophole out of your threat!

“you’re so, so annoying—i swear you’re the most irritating german man to have ever walked the earth!” you whined into his neck, manicured fingers threading themselves into his tousled hair.

“what—is me being german supposed to be derogatory or sum? da musst du dir schon mehr mühe geben, um meine gefühle zu verletzen, baby,” he chuckled into your ear. with every long stride he took to search for his phone, you could feel everything.

and now you were even more annoyed because you knew you’d have to be quiet for him.

“sei brav,” he muttered, making sure to be extra careful as he settled you both on the couch with you now pretty, and perched in his lap. “makin’ me miss his phone calls n’ shit.”

“we’re supposed to be fucking if you didn’t remember you big brute—a-ah!” you were interrupted by eren’s thumb pushing past your kiss bitten lips, and pressing down roughly on your tongue.

he pressed the phone against his ear, emerald eyes now gone completely dark. ‘ride me,’ was all he said before the other line picked up.

“hey . . yeah, i’m sorry i missed your call. i was just a lil busy . . mhmm . . yeah, everything is fine with her—what’s up?”

the couch creaked underneath you as eren rested his back more into the plush cushions, his thumb still resting heavily on your tongue.

you wanted to be annoyed, you really did . . but he just looked so handsome. especially when his brows pulled together in sensitivity when your hips lifted up, leaving only the tip inside. your hands, soft as rose petals, rested on his broad shoulders, then slowly drifted upwards until you were cupping his jaw.

“definitely get more sativa heavy strands. i noticed the warmer it gets, the more people been buying it . . mhm . . oooo, y-yeah, i’m sure the earthy girls will love that shit,” he snickered into the phone. his teeth caught onto his bottom lip as he ran his thumb over the soft muscle of your tongue.

a whimper bubbled in your chest when he suddenly pulled it out, rubbing the excess saliva over the plush of your lips.

everything suddenly felt too hot. you wanted to move faster—you wanted to bring moira back into the mix honestly. but every time your ass clapped against his thighs too hard, or you whined a little too loudly, he was pinching at your nipple, each time harder than the last.

“r-ren,” you whispered, low and desperate. your eyes were glassy, filled with bratty tears because you wanted —needed more. eren was quick to grip your jaw roughly between his tatted fingers, halting your movements completely.

ouuu, you’ve done it now!

eren didn’t let you move an inch, his hand slithering down to wrap around your throat. your cunt clenched wildly around his cock, almost as if you were trying to milk his orgasm from him.

“yo, you mind if i call you back? my girl needs me n’ you know how she can get . . . heh, yeah i know. i’ll call you back in forty.”

you were relieved he was finally off the phone, but you weren’t so crazy about the look on his face. it made you feel small—breakable.

because if anyone was able to mind break you into a puddle of smeared mascara n’ tears, it was eren.

“sorry,” you mumbled, and then his hand tightened around your throat. “s-sorry! m’sorry ren.”

his grip loosened a tad, but not a lot. “you’re so impatient, you know that? can’t even wait—what, five minutes?”

when you shook your head no, he actually smiled. it was an amused one. “what are you thinking about?”

never the one to censor yourself or your feelings, you said, “taking you to bed, n’ riding you.” your lashes fluttered innocently at him while your pussy creamed him with every small movement. “wanna make you finish inside me, rennie.”

his brow twitched, and so did the corner of his lips that adorned an adorable beauty mark on the top one.

ten minutes later . . . .

“yeah, yeah, yeah, y-yes, o-oh my—!”

your lower half spasmed against eren’s as you came with a loud, tearful cry. he laid beneath you with a twisted snarl, and scrunched brows as he tried not to cum along with you—but it was almost impossible with the way your pussy was suffocating his cock.

a thick ring of cream started up around the base and only got frothier and messier the more you fucked him.

“ngh, you like that? ‘like creaming my dick, and makin’ it all messy?” a tatted hand came down on your ass, a loud smacking sound echoing throughout the room. “god, and it’s so loud. you’re gonna make me nut real soon.”

your brain was on overload, a million thoughts racing through it at speeds you didn’t even know were possible.

“can you—can you get it out please? please, ren? ‘wanna feel it on me. you feel how wet it’s makin’ me?”

oh yes. he could feel, hear, and see it.

his hands gripped at the fat of your hips, moving you back and forth, back and forth. “mhm, i feel it, baby. grab her for me?”

before your hand made contact with the weapon, eren mumbled out a low, “go slow, and careful, pretty girl.”

there was a slight shake in your hands when you grabbed the glock, careful not to squeeze anything or bring it over too fast. eren’s warm fingers grazed over yours as he took it from you.

the sound of a click had ice running through your veins. did he just—?

“safety’s off,” he muttered, now holding the icy metal against your lower belly. “better ride me real good, yeah?”

your feet planted into the mattress, teeth clamping harshly on your bottom lip. “i-i will, daddy. you wan’ me to move like this?” your hips moved back forth slowly, the exposed bud of your clit rubbing deliciously over his skin. “or—hah, maybe like this?” his chest felt scorching hot beneath the skin of your hands as you leant forward, now raising and dropping your lower half against his with obnoxiously loud claps.

“am i doing good?”

he circled the gun around your nipple, then carefully pushed it more into your breast. “mm, i’ve seen you do better.” a lie, but he needed to get you amped up. “show me how bad you want it. show rennie how bad you want my nut.”

while you ground your sticky cunt in eren, he held the glock firmly against your temple while his other hand gripped the plush of your ass.

everything was wet and sticky; from your thighs, to the bottom your behind, to eren’s pelvis. each time your hips lifted a lewd fwop! sound could be heard, bringing heat to your cheeks.

but now was not the time to be embarrassed—now was the time to make eren proud. that was the only thing that mattered, and will ever matter.

the minutes were ticking by quickly, and before either of you knew it, twenty more minutes had passed. it wouldn’t be long before levi was calling eren again, because he was just punctual like that. eren respected it, and levi as a whole, so you best believe he’d stop mid-fuck again to answer him.

you needed to make him cum, and fast.

“i-i’m close, daddy. cum with me? please?” you had your best doe eyes on for him, the same ones that he could never resist, and had him melting into a puddle of love and warmth every time. “hah—pleaseeee,” you whined out, bringing a hand up to wrap around the wrist that was holding the glock.

“fuck yeah, i’m close—c’mere, baby,” swiftly, he set the glock aside on the bedside table with a small thud. every nerve in his body was screaming at him to pull you close, and hold your body captive against his warm chest.

so that’s what he did.

while you mouthed at the lipstick print tattoo he had dedicated to you long ago, he cradled the back of your head, uttering nasty praises and promises to bring you closer to your peak.

“gonna . . *huff* gonna cum, daddy. s’gonna be big, i can feel it,” you whined in his neck, every song and word you let out coming out muffled. eren just hummed, and planted his feet more into the bed, his hips pistoning upwards so fast it had you seeing stars and streaks of white. his balls, heavy and full of warm cum to give you, slapped harshly against your ass with every thrust.

“i know, baby, i can feel it. that little pussy wants to cum bad don’t she?” he chuckled into your ear, pink tongue lolling out so he could lick over it.

four bruising thrusts later, and your body was full on trembling as a steady stream of your cum dripped down eren’s shaft, and onto his throbbing balls.

“fff—huck, ren!” you sobbed into his slightly sweaty skin. your brain was completely fried, and it wasn’t until now that you could finally go limp, and let eren use you like the ragdoll you so desperately wanted to be in this moment.

“oouu my fuckin—!” eren growled out, his hands now finding purchase on your ass once more. with ease, he lifted your lower half until only the tip remained inside your tight heat. he was in full control, moving your backside up and down, up and down, until you finally felt the first streak of cum coat your walls. “tighten that pussy up, c‘mon, baby. milk this fuckin’ dick.”

his words had you tightening up out of instinct, giving him exactly what he wanted.

when he lowered you back down, he moaned in bliss at the warmth that greeted him, long lashes fluttering shut.

“hold me,” you whimpered into his shoulder. the shaking you were experiencing from your orgasm seemed to be never ending, and although your boyfriend had both arms lazily slung over your form, you needed more.

and eren knew exactly what you meant without even having to ask, his arms tightening around you until he heard you let out a hum of content.

“you know i was serious about you keeping this in you all night, right? m’gonna get hard against just thinking about it,” you heard him chuckle, his fingers playfully pinching your side.

he could feel the scrunch in your nose, and grinned wider, “what—too nasty for you?”

“just shut up, and answer the phone.”

he raised a thick brow, his smirk only faltering slightly, “but the phone ain’t—”

before he could even finish his sentence here came that same, familiar ringtone that interrupted you not too long ago. this brought a smirk to your lips, “exactly. now answer, and lemme sleep.”

eren 

eren is the walking embodiment of “can he fight tho?” when you tell him you’ve got a boyfriend

girl he dgaf!

he especially didn’t gaf when you told him about your sorry excuse of a boyfriend 

eren attends the same university as you, much to your bf’s misfortune 

but eren firmly believes that if your pussy of a boyfriend knew what was going on between you two, he wouldn’t even deserve the right to complain or be bothered because he isn’t treating you right!

he thinks every beautiful girl deserves two boyfriends anyway

however, if you were his, like…completely his? he wouldn’t share at all

but that's neither here nor there

he remembers fondly, how pretty you looked when he had gone up to you on the first day of class, asking if he could sit beside you 

with that sweet smile of yours, you politely informed him you were saving it for your boyfriend

“i don’t see him anywhere.” eren pointed out, glancing around

“h-he’ll be here soon!” you were reassuring yourself more than you were eren

he eventually wore you down, compromising with a, “well can i keep you company ‘til he comes in?” 

you supposed it was harmless enough, besides, it was the first day of a new course, and you needed all the friends you could get

but eren didn’t want to be your friend, he wanted to know how your pussy felt wrapped around him while he fucked you from the back – raw  

but it’s fine, he needed to learn patience anyway

time rolled by and inevitably, your professor commenced the class all while your boyfriend was nowhere to be found

eren smirked at you, shrugging as he boldly squeezed your knee, fleetingly of course

his touch lingered just long enough to where you felt how big and warm his hand was but not too long to where it was inappropriate 

“guess he’s ditchin’ the first day then, huh?” 

you sighed, feeling dejected as you nodded solemnly 

eren felt bad for you, he really did

a pretty girl like you shouldn’t be left unattended to, not when there’s guys like eren who will circle you like a vulture, ready to claim you as his own 

for awhile, you actually forgot about your boyfriend’s lack of presence (eren would soon make this a recurring theme for you) 

because of the fact that you had eren there, and he was more of help to you than your boyfriend would’ve been 

eren was surprisingly fast at taking down notes, and good at making them more comprehensive to understand. 

he’d scoot closer to you until your thighs touched, sliding his notebook besides yours so you could copy off of him 

and when class ended, he walked out to the quad with you, sitting beside you near the campus cafe while you waited for your boyfriend 

shocker, he never showed. 

he just sent you a half assed text with some bullshit about how he wasn’t feeling well and how he’ll maybe see you later

you accepted it dejectedly, sending a sweet, understanding text back while eren nearly puked in his mouth while peeking over your shoulder to read it 

“kind of a dick move though don’t you think?” he asked, nodding towards your phone

and of course, there you were, defending that asshole like you always used to do  

eren just shrugged and stood up, motioning for you to follow

“whatever. but hey, if you ever get tired of being ignored, you can always call me.” he winked, opening the door for you to the cafe

you rolled your eyes dismissively, laughing it off while walking into the cafe

still, you did feel a little flushed from the attention given by such a handsome guy, not having felt desired like that in a long time

so maybe you entertained him more than you should’ve, but who could blame you? your boyfriend was such a boring flake, what were you to do? 

eren bought you a muffin and a coffee, ignoring your pleas of paying him back

“you could give me your number. that’d be paying me back and then some.” he offered, smiling a handsome smile while handing you his phone

you squinted at him, a small grin on your lips betraying the feigned look in your eyes as you accepted 

“for studying purposes only.” you stated the caveat of having your number after you gave him back his phone

he smirked, nodding as he slid it back into his pocket. “for studying purposes only.” he repeated back 

yeah, studying purposes his ass

before you knew it you found yourself calling up eren whenever your boyfriend would bail on you, always seemingly in a state of forgetfulness when it came to you

and soon enough eren was no longer just a distracting shoulder to cry on, he was a shoulder you could sink your teeth into or claw at while he fucked the sadness out of you from being neglected 

he gave you more attention than you knew what to do with, always planting warm and firm kisses everywhere, 

especially in places your boyfriend never even thought to kiss 

but to eren? everywhere that was you was free reign to kiss 

he fucks you harder than your boring boyfriend ever did, and you actually let eren go raw, whereas you used to make your bf wear condoms 

initially you made eren do the same, swearing it was just a one time thing 

but the second time he had you? 

you peeled the condom off of him yourself, breathless and too horny for logic, just desperate to be skin to skin 

eren always makes you cum, and you’re lucky if he lets you off with only two orgasms instead of the 3 or 4 he draws out of you 

he loves your pussy, he tells you every time you’ve got the prettiest one he’s ever seen 

he praises your body, always taking the time to kiss his way between your thighs, loving how without fail you squirm and raise your hips to his mouth – always so impatient

he loves fucking you in mating press, gripping your throat and forcing you to look at him while his cock hits your cervix, watching you struggle to respond when he asks who owns your cunt 

“y-you ‘ren, s’yours, always yours,” you’d cry out, and he’d make you babble about how he owns your pussy while he fucks his cum into you

it’s gotten to the point where you don’t even let your boyfriend have sex with you anymore, finally noticing that he seems to understand what attention is whenever he wants to fuck 

but you don’t want his dick anymore, not when you’ve got a bigger and better one giving it to you the way you’ve always deserved 

“should let him try and go down on you tonight. let him see the fuckin’ mess i made down here.” eren snickered the most recent time you guys had hooked up, gently covering your leaking pussy with the gusset of your panties, watching the way his cum pooled over the delicate material 

and for a moment, you actually considered it, but instead of answering verbally, you just brought him back up to kiss you, knowing it would probably just lead to another orgasm 

(it did) 

armin 

armin is unironically the boy best friend you tell your bf not to worry about 

and at first, you genuinely meant it 

armin’s been your friend since you two were just babies 

and that’s also how long he’s loved you :( 

armin’s seen so many of your boyfriends come and go that after awhile he stopped getting so devastated whenever a new one surfaced 

because at some point he realized that he was the common denominator still standing whereas they were a short lasting dime a dozen 

that’s not to say it didn’t still hurt like a bitch to see you on some other dude’s arm 

“you have got to start playin’ some offense man.” connie would tell him, but he’d just wave off the notion of liking you altogether, despite the fact that all your friends except for you saw right through him 

however, armin won’t lie, he’s getting sick and tired of you coming to him abt your bf 

he loves u, he loves being here for u, but oh my god girl, get up!! 

“i just don’t really feel a spark anymore — i don’t think i ever did…” you murmured while laying in armin’s bed, your head to his chest while he had his arms around you, y’know, like friends do. 

“then why don’t you leave him?” he asked the obvious, a low huff in his voice 

“because i think i love him?” you sighed and armin rolled his eyes, groaning in pain silently behind you 

he pulled apart from you at that, and you were surprised with yourself at how much you really disliked that 

he shifted around, resting on his knees as he held your forearms, and you glanced down, swallowing hard 

‘were armin’s hands always this… big and… pretty?’ 

“does he make you happy?” 

“yes?” 

he said your name with a gentle exasperation “are you asking me or telling me?” 

you just sighed tiredly, looking away from his intense gaze

“do you even like being around him? spending time with him? does he add any kind of quality to your life? besides a negative one?”  

“no…” your voice cracked and you peered into armin’s beautiful blue eyes…did they always make you this nervous? 

“then why do you stay?” he asked, seemingly frustrated. not even really with you, just with the fact that you felt so close yet so far from him 

“i…i don’t know, ‘min.” 

“sometimes.. i…i think that what i feel for you is what i’m supposed to be feeling for him…” you admitted softly and he snapped his gaze up at you, whiplashed from how fast he looked up at you and from your statement… mostly from your statement  

you don’t even remember who initiated the kiss first, all you remember is your faces drawing in together like two magnets 

armin made you cum so hard that night 

first on his fingers, forcing you to kiss him while you came, too addicted to your lips to let you try and pull away — especially when he’d been waiting so long to press his lips to yours 

then he ate your pussy until you couldn’t handle the stimulation, but even then, he pleaded with you from between your thighs

his sweet puppy eyes and glistening lips convincing you to simply endure the mind numbing pain filled pleasure from having another orgasm forcefully pulled from you 

and when he finally fucked you? 

geekiness be damned, that nerd can fuck ! 

he had his face buried in your neck, whispering how much he loves you – loves your pussy, while he fucked you, rolling his hips in steadily and deep, wanting nothing more but for you to feel as good as he felt 

your legs had him trapped inside you, firmly tightened around his hips while your fingers tugged on the back of his blonde hair 

he’d wince, but still kiss away your worries of hurting him 

“m’not made of glass,” he’d breathe out, airy and humorous, his reassurance melting into a shaky moan when you’d clench around him 

“you can do whatever you want to me,” he’d murmur, his voice struggling to stay even amidst the low moan rumbling from his throat

“waited so long f’this, you’re so perfect, so so perfect,” he’d ramble in your shoulder, nipping at your skin, losing himself in a dizzying pleasure while still in disbelief that he finally got to have you like this 

safe to say that wasn’t the only round you guys had that night 

soon you were the one who blew off your boyfriend, giving him halfhearted excuses of how you had a study date with armin 

you even started to decline his calls or facetimes because you were already on one with armin, angling your phone down to allow him the view of you rubbing your clit while you whimpered his name 

and he’d prop his phone at just the right angle for you, letting you watch him stroke his cock while your name fell from his lips, and about how he wished so desperately that you were with him

slowly but surely your bf began to grow weary about how much time you spent with armin, but you didn’t really care, he could leave at any time he wanted, you were too immersed in armin to put effort into him anyway 

“where are you, i thought we were going out tonight?” he had called you, standing outside your door with visible frustration 

“busy, babe. studying at armin’s right now,” you answered shakily, covering your mouth behind your hand while armin slowly slid in, filling you to the hilt inch by inch with his fat cock, watching smugly at how your thighs trembled on either side of him 

“again? are you fucking kidding me? how many goddamn exams do you have to take, this is like the 5th time this week! i swear to god if you’re cheating on me with that fucking –” 

armin bottomed out completely, burying his cock as far as it could go inside you, chuckling silently when your body jerked violently, your hips arching shakily as you struggled to remain silent 

“armin’s just my best friend babe, you don’t have to worry about him. promise.” you reassured all while armin began to fuck his cock into you, watching your cunt swallow his thick length 

then later that night, after armin had cum in you (multiple times) he held your naked sleeping body, and snapped a picture, sending it to your boyfriend. 

well, soon to be ex 

he sent the pic of your bare back with a few suspicious white stains on your spine and small of your back, all with his arm slung around you 

paired with the text : she was never yours. before promptly blocking him for you 

what a good bestie armin is ! 

jean 

jean has always been about bros before hoes! 

before you of course 

but when you came along, he decided that maybe he was being too hasty  

and well…maybe some hoes could be before bros… 

not that you’re a hoe or anything! jean very well thinks he could be in love with you 

and while he always thinks he’s in love with a girl whenever she’s pretty and nice to him 

he swears up and down that this is the real thing 

even though you are his friend’s girlfriend 

he figured that love just likes to play funny games like that from time to time 

he likes floch and all but seriously… what the hell are you doing with a guy like that? 

floch has always been a try hard idiot, even back in high school 

actually, especially in highschool 

they were in jrotc together and jean was only there to fluff up his college applications 

whereas floch was dick riding eren the entire time as if they were really about to go off into war with eren as the commander 

it was so pathetic 

jean really wishes you could’ve seen it for yourself all those years ago, maybe you would’ve chosen him instead of floch 

he feels pretty fucked up for feeling all of this and for even growing resentment and animosity towards his friend because of his feelings for you 

despite this, he does still like floch at the end of the day

it’s hard for him to not like the guy, considering most of his formative years included floch along with the rest of their friend group 

but goddamnit, what did he have that jean didn’t!

he had met you in his photography class, and you two clicked immediately 

your laugh was as beautiful as you are 

and you did this cute thing where when you’d giggle too hard you’d grab onto jean’s wrist for stability 

made him weak right in the knees 

you two exchanged socials and when he asked if you were free the next day to maybe hangout you declined regretfully, stating you were seeing your boyfriend that day 

boyfriend?! 

“you’d love him! look here he comes now!” 

and there came floch’s bitch ass 

“jean? what the hell hey man!” that asshole had the audacity to pull jean in for a hug 

“this is my girlfriend, i’ve been meaning to bring her around the guys to properly introduce her, but i guess you get the pleasure of meeting her first!” 

no it would’ve been more of a pleasure if he met you before floch did 

“oh no way you guys know each other? that’s so funny!” you beamed innocently 

jean wanted to die right then and there 

however as time passed you grew pretty close to jean, forming a tight knit bond that was more special than any of the other friendships you formed with the rest of their friends 

you loved all of the friend group, but you were just closer to jean for reasons you couldn’t exactly pinpoint 

maybe one of them was the fact that he made you feel safe in a way that not even your boyfriend could 

all floch did was talk and expect you to be all ears but then wouldn’t bother to give you the same decency when you wanted to speak 

he talked about his jrotc days as if he actually served in the military 

after awhile you found your mind drifting off to jean whenever floch would get in these tirades about how he could’ve actually enlisted if he didn’t tear his acl while playing basketball with eren 

you’re not sure how much of that you believe… 

either way you honestly didn’t even care, you just wished you could spend more time with his friend rather than him 

jean always came in clutch though, he’d sneak off with you at kick backs or bonfires, and just talk with you, not at you 

you two bonded over photography, and you soon became his muse, his favorite thing to see behind his lens 

you even gifted him a new lanyard for his camera, going as far as to embroider a heart into it 

how could he not fall in love with you? 

progressively you started to raincheck floch more and more to hangout with jean 

you two would occasionally visit places like color me mine and paint each other mugs or bowls 

(you actually have matching mugs) 

you two were also each other’s go to partners for projects in your class, b-lining to each other the second your instructor announced that you had to work in pairs 

your most recent project was the beginning of the end to the facade of platonic interest you both were wearing 

your project was a conceptual assignment, you had to build a story via a photo essay with minimal text 

of course jean had a minor freudian slip and suggested you guys build a story off of the concept of temptation 

however you agreed, unsure as to why the idea resonated so much with you 

he started off with taking photos of you in his garden back at home, kneeling before you and pointing his camera up while you gazed at him behind the flowers his mom had planted 

and then you both were in his attic, he had laid some sheer cream colored fabric down near the window, gently prompting you to lay down atop of them 

he aided you in covering your body with the nectar of smashed pomegranates, strawberries, blueberries and plums, staining your skin along with the silk nightgown he helped you thrift 

“do i look okay?” you asked softly, watching him look above you with his camera in hand 

“you look,” he swallowed hard, clenching his jaw 

“you look beautiful.” he said quietly but his words rung in your ears as if he screamed it 

“thank you.” you murmured almost silently, like you were too shy to accept his words 

after taking a few photos, he  crouched down on his knees before you, letting his camera hang down his chest, his hands hovering above the hem of your nightgown 

“is it okay if i adjust this?” he asked, trying to ignore the heat climbing from his neck and up his cheeks 

you nodded, feeling a heat of your own fan across your face 

he carefully lifted the nightgown just slightly up your legs before slowly untying the ribbon at the top of the gown, his breath becoming labored at his own actions 

he dipped his thumb into the bowl of fruit and gently drew across your bottom lip, letting the juice trickle down your chin

before you knew what you were doing, you took his thumb between your lips and sucked 

he gaped at you, unsure if what was happening was reality or if he had died and gone to heaven 

he said your name brokenly, like he was clinging onto his one last shred of decency 

but when you just took his thumb further down your mouth he said fuck it, and pulled it out, replacing it with his lips instead 

he kissed you hard and sucked the juice clean off your lips, staining his own with the taste of the fruit and of you 

you pulled him down along with you onto the fabric, your sticky sugary hands cupping his cheeks and holding him greedily as you kissed him 

he moaned into your mouth, his pomegranate stained hands clutching at your soft thighs, traveling up and under your nightgown to spread you open and hike your legs around his hips before ridding himself of his camera 

he licked the fruit juice off your chest, groaning as he indulged in your sweet skin 

“wanted you for so long,” he breathed out against you, kissing every available inch of skin 

“me too,” you whimpered back, grinding up against him 

jean fell victim to his impatience and his hunger, impulsively moving to tug your panties off

he devoured your cunt — completely ravenous while grinding against the floor of his attic while he flicked his tongue over your clit 

he swiped some of the fruit juice off of your thighs and smeared it over your clit, ducking back down to lick you clean 

and when you begged him for his cock? he knew he was a goner 

despite how utterly soaked you were, it was a hassle getting him inside you from how fucking huge he is 

but he just hovered above you, kissing you lovingly while he rubbed your clit, easing you into taking him 

he fucked you with a sense of urgency, like if he moved too slow he’d lose you right before his eyes 

you sobbed his name, like a beautiful angel beneath him, glowing from the light peeking in through the cracks of the window, your stained nightgown pooled around you like fallen wings 

he clambered for his camera, hoisting one of your legs around his waist while he slowed his thrusts, slowly pounding into you hard as he took photos, making sure to keep your fused lower halves out of the frame 

he ripped the neckline of your gown and trickled more juice along your chest and collarbones, snapping a few more photos before discarding the camera once more to eat you alive 

you were left laying panting beside him, your body leaking with his cum and fruit juice 

and when you could stand without nearly tumbling down, he guided you into the shower and washed you clean, kissing your shoulder gently while delicately gliding the loofah over your body 

from then on that was far from the last time you guys had a sex induced photoshoot 

and jean couldn’t help but to think back on it the most recent time he had hung out with floch and all their friends at a bar 

“it’s getting on my fucking nerves, she never wants to have sex anymore and even when we used to, she was always so… boring, y’know?” 

“and she never wanted to do anything freaky. but i bet you and that girl you refuse to introduce us to do some crazy shit though huh?” floch had nudged jeans arm, using his free one to bring the rim of his beer bottle up to his lips 

jean thought about the polaroid sitting in his wallet of you spreading your cunt open and letting his cum pour out of your used hole 

he shrugged, smiling casually while taking a swig of his beer “nah. not really.” 

reiner 

you and reiner were… friends… sorta 

you used to see each other and go on dates and such

and maybe occasionally hook up

it didn't start off as anything serious at first, it was just casual fun

but then it slowly progressed into something with deeper, more intense feelings

however before it could blossom into its full potential, your shitty ex that you just couldn’t get over came back into the picture, and all that you were beginning to build with reiner drifted away 

you liked reiner, you really did, but your ex had such a hold on you that you couldn’t shake off

but reiner really liked you, in fact he never stopped

so when you said you didn’t want to lose him as a friend, he clung to that, figuring that having you in his life any way that he could was worth it 

even if he had to watch you get back into a relationship with someone who was no good for you 

it was torture, watching you hang off a guy who did not care about you, especially not as much as reiner 

but luckily, you continued to hang out with him, even after a dry spell of not seeing each other for a while, presumably because of your stupid boyfriend 

he really fucking hates that guy 

and reiner hated the fact that you still invited him over to watch movies, always looping your arm with his and resting your head against his shoulder, completely unaware that he’s watching you instead of the movie 

and the way you looked at him…

like maybe you still wanted him too

it filled him with false hope that perhaps you did still have feelings for him, and that maybe you’d be able to break free from whatever shackles your shitty bf has on you and be with him instead

what reiner wasn’t aware of, was the fact that you wouldn’t necessarily associate his yearning with false hope… 

after getting back with your ex you slowly began to realize the obvious; he ain’t shit!

but isn’t he what you wanted? 

why aren’t you satisfied? 

maybe because the only time you felt content was with reiner 

and as you watched him talk with historia one night at some random club, you found yourself feeling wounded

but you didn’t deserve to be, you had your crappy ex that you wanted sooo bad back in your life, why should you care about what reiner does? 

but fuck it! you did care  

enough to where you pulled him away from her, giving a half assed excuse that eren was about to drunk–fight jean again and you needed reiner’s help to pull them apart

“alright, where are those two idiots?” reiner had grumbled, searching above your head to find them 

you huffed, folding your arms as the alcohol in your system had you feeling both sensitive from watching him talk to an old flame and emboldened to give him a piece of your mind about it 

“the only idiot here is you, reiner.” you snapped, and his face screwed up with pure shock, glancing down at you 

“I’m sorry – did i miss something?” 

“yes! no! i don’t know!” you groaned, face planting into your hands 

he said your name softly but confusedly, reaching down to hold your wrists 

you pulled away, looking up to glare at him 

“you were talking to historia!” you finally exclaimed, and he folded those big…big strong arms of his over his chest, raising a brow 

“uh huh. and?” 

“you used to be like – in love with her right?” you asked, looking up at him irritatedly 

“look, i don’t really see why this is relevant, or why you care so much.” he began to grow irritated with you as well, utterly bewildered with the situation 

“because! didn’t you say she broke your heart or whatever? you’ll just get sucked back in with her and get hurt all over again!” you yelled over the music, as if your reasoning was the most obvious thing in the world 

he stared at you blankly, shocked at the pure hypocrisy and irony in your words 

“alright, i’ll bite,” he exhaled, grabbing your upper arm and pulling you into a quieter area of the club, dragging you like you weighed nothing

“first of all, she didn’t break my heart, it was a small crush back in high school and i was bummed for maybe a week – but you know why it wasn’t a big deal?” he asked, narrowing his eyes at you 

“because she’s a lesbian! we were talking about her girlfriend, ymir just now before you got all jealous and pulled me away —” 

“whoa, okay, i… i am not jealous reiner,” you laughed nervously, shaking your head

he chuckled sardonically, at his wits end with you 

“really?” he stepped closer, trapping you against the back of a booth and with his broad frame

and when you didn’t answer, he just laughed, shaking his head

“i don’t believe you.” he said simply, smiling jeeringly 

“and you know what else i don’t believe,” he leaned down, invading your personal space 

“i don’t believe that you buy into your own bullshit. because if you really stood by that logic, your boyfriend would be the last guy you’d ever reach out to. but here you are.” his eyes flickered over you with anger and it made your heart ache but embarrassingly enough, it made your cunt ache too

“that’s… that’s different i–” 

“no! it’s not! you’re just addicted to the adrenaline that comes with wondering if he’ll fucking remember you exist or not today, you let yourself get walked all over while knowing that…that someone else out there could treat you so much better.” 

“oh what, someone like you?” you scoffed, glaring up at him 

“yeah.” he answered seriously, staring down at you, caging you in with his presence alone 

your mouth went dry and you stayed silent for a moment, not expecting him to have responded so confidently 

“prove it.” you said, your voice drowned out by the music, and even though he heard you, he wanted you to say it again 

“say that for me one more time.” he bent down lowering his ear to you 

you held his broad shoulder, going up on your tippy toes to whisper in his ear 

“prove it, reiner.” 

oh and he absolutely did 

he dragged you to the bathrooms and locked the door behind him, damning everyone in the club to only rely on one bathroom for the night 

he hauled you up and on top of one of the sinks and pressed you against the mirror, cupping your face in his large hands and pulling you in for a heated kiss 

he moaned in your mouth, nearly bruising a kiss into you, wanting for you to feel him whenever your boyfriend tried to kiss you 

“you’re so unfair,” he groaned, trailing burning kisses down the side of your throat

“one second you want him, the next you maybe want me,” he murmured between planting his lips hotly and firmly along your throat and collarbones 

“i need you to tell me what you want. now.” he uttered lowly, looking up at you from beneath your chest, his warm palms curled over your hips pleadingly 

you cupped his face, leaning down towards him 

“i want you reiner.” 

and he gave you all of him, with his hips flush to your ass, fucking you from the back while he forced you to watch yourself get impaled over and over on his cock in the mirror 

his hand splayed tightly over your womb, pressing down while the other gripped the sink, his chin in your shoulder while he kissed desperately into your neck 

he fucked you as if it were the first and last time, wanting to fuck the shape of his cock into you, knowing your stupid bf would never fit the mold his fat cock left in you 

“i love you,” he moaned shakily into your skin, traveling between your grinding bodies to rub your clit while he fucked you, pushing your legs further apart to give himself better access 

your panties grew slightly taut around your calves from the way you had to part your legs, breathless from the perfect, fluid motions of his hips and from his declaration, your heart soaring with adoration 

“i love you,” you cried out, and he nearly came in you the second he heard you say it back 

all night patrons from the club banged on the door and both of your phones were blowing up, but neither of you cared in that moment 

all you cared about was being with reiner and how fucking good it felt to have sex with someone again who actually valued you and your pleasure 

from then on you paid as little attention to your bf as he did you, always too engrossed with reiner to give a shit as to what he was off doing 

reiner had been making up for all the lost time you two had from your lack of sex due to you getting back together with your ex 

and he made you cum more times than that loser ever did 

he’d eat your pussy upstairs at house parties while your boyfriend searched for you downstairs, completely unaware you were sobbing another man’s name while his was completely devoid in your mind 

you could never seem to get out of reiner’s bed 

not when he’d cradle you from behind and rove his warm hands over your body languidly while his hips moved into yours, filling your cunt like no one else ever has, pushing into your g-spot while his fingers worked your clit 

he’d whisper how beautiful you look laying beside him like this, how fucking good you feel while he takes you 

and sometimes he’d shed his gentleness after having to be in the same vicinity as your asshole bf for too long 

he’d be fucking you just like that, where he was your big spoon and was cradling you lovingly, but then he’d shift around and push you onto your stomach, his hands squeezing and groping your ass, spreading you open to watch himself pound into you 

“tell me you’re mine — lemme hear it,” he’d grunt, slamming his hips into your ass 

you’d sob, clawing at his sheets while you laid there, feeling his cock slide into you relentlessly, almost angrily 

“i-i’m yours reiner, yours!” you’d hiccup through a series of wobbly moans, the forcefulness of his cock fucking into you rendering your speech to come out a little garbled 

“yeah? is that what you tell him?”  he’d hiss, pulling out all the way only to slam back in 

“n-no j-just you, m’all yours, only yours!” 

reiner came in you hard, surprising himself with how much cum he pumped inside you 

when he pulled out, he held you close to his chest, feeling how your heart raced with his 

when both of your breathing had steadied, he finally broached the topic of you leaving your boyfriend

he expressed how he was worried you hadn’t left him yet because you were still in love with him, and not with reiner

you promised that it wasn’t the case at all, and that you only loved him, reiner . your sweet doting reiner

it’s just that you sincerely pushed your bf so far back into your mind you forgot you had to sever things officially and not just ghost each other   

the conversation ultimately concluded with you agreeing to break up with him the next day 

after it was all said and done you came back to his place, at last freed from the shackles of your stupid boyfriend 

that night you two had sex with a condom, and you were confused as to why he wanted to, considering you guys always did it raw 

“i just won’t have time to get you plan b tomorrow angel, i’m sorry, i promise i’ll make it up to you.” 

in reality he just wanted to save the condom so he could throw it into the box filled with the stuff you planned to give back to your ex 

your ex was confused when he saw reiner be the one to hand him the box full of his stuff, and was especially confused as to why reiner was smiling so hard the whole time 

“left a little somethin’ extra in there for you man. from me and her.”

eren (๑•﹏•)

contrary to popular belief, eren doesn’t jerk off a lot 

his depravity runs deep that’s for sure, he’s got a plentiful imagination that can easily aid him in his alone time 

and yet he never really puts it to use often

unless he’s extremely pent up or so bored that nothing else seems interesting enough except for masturbating 

and when he began dating you, he couldn’t keep his hands off of you, finally having obtained a beautiful, perfect outlet to release his pent up energy into 

why would he spill over his knuckles when he could just do it inside of you? 

but when you’re far and gone from him, and when he misses you too much to bare… 

he’s not above jerking off while thinking about you 

if anything he thinks it’s romantic 

and depending on the severity of his desire and the amount of patience he has or lack thereof, the scenarios shift around 

if the hunger for you is a slow burn, one that lightly simmers throughout the day until it bubbles over into an explosion of burning heat inside him, then he’ll start off slow, making himself horny without even realizing it 

like when you had to go out of town for a week to visit a sick family member, his mind kept lingering on the last kiss you two shared before you were off 

how you went up on your tippy toes, your hands cupped around his jaw as you kissed him deeply, tilting your head and angling into him with a soft moan of contentment in his mouth 

you pulled away, resting your forehead to his, a little breathy giggle falling from your lips and fanning over his, like you caught the way you were losing yourself in the kiss for just a second too long 

you gave him another peck as you began to pull away, your hand faltering from his jaw, down to his chest, drawing out your touch before you left 

he kept thinking about it, replaying it over and over in his mind, his stomach fluttering at the thought of how your breasts felt pressed to his chest, how you were the one who deepened the kiss and held his face close to yours, how a fucking moan slipped from you and all he did was kiss you 

and his mind trickled over into the obscene, and he imagined pushing you up against the door, one hand around your jaw, forcing you to look at him, and the other locking the door behind you 

he’d have cupped your pussy over your pants and rubbed your clit with the heel of his palm, watching how you crumble so quickly and spread your legs for him 

then he’d unzip your pants and flip you around, tugging your jeans just under your ass, making the already plump flesh swell from the material bunched beneath it 

his hand would slide under the sweater you had on and he’d be greeted with the lack of a bra, and he’d grope and squeeze your breasts while fingering your soaked cunt, forcing you to kiss him while he fucked you on his fingers 

then in his mind, he’d have you jerk him off, while in reality he was fucking his fist, desperately pretending it was your soft hand wrapped around him 

he’d try and really sell the fantasy for himself, squirting lotion into his palm and warming it up before going right back to it, the vision behind his closed eyes extending the scene into him fucking you up against the door, burying himself deep into you and rolling his hips against your ass, never fully pulling out, just shifting enough to provide you both the much needed friction 

he’d be moaning in your shared bed, his heavy eyes parting just to glance over at your side, wishing you were there while he pictured your naked body, groaning heavily as he focused on your presence even if you weren’t there 

he’d finish to the thought of filling you to the hilt, stuffing you full of cock while he cums in you, each spurt inside you making you completely full of him

he’d be shuddering your name as he came, murmuring in broken sentences of “fu..fuckin’ mine,” and “my girl, my girl,” 

and then when he’s impatient his fantasies shed their gentle nature 

(as if the original one had much to begin with) 

his go to is pushing you on your knees and fucking your face 

despite how fucking bad he wants to absolutely fuck your throat, he holds back because he loves you and he knows he’s well endowed, and if he took you the way he really wanted to…  

suffice to say he fears it wouldn’t be as pleasurable for you as it would be for him 

you can already barely take his cock as it is, when you let him into your mouth, your poor jaw gets sore so quickly and you gag when he hits the back of your throat 

it turns him on so much watching you sputter and catch your breath

and fuck its so hot the way you look up at him with those beautifully helpless, watery eyes, your hands trembling as you double fist his cock while you try to soothe your gag reflex before attempting to go back down 

it’s not that you’re bad at sucking his dick, he loves your gentle and earnest approach, loves how your slow pace makes him really focus and enjoy the feeling, how you lick up his shaft and make out with his tip 

but goddamn sometimes that pretty mouth of yours pisses him off and all he wants is to fuck the attitude clean off your tongue with his cock filling your jaw 

so he’ll act out this desire in the only way he can and fuck the tunnel of his palm while envisioning its your little throat 

he’ll be hunched over in bed, one hand pressed to the headboard while the other thrusts into his fist, grunting to himself and pretending his words are falling into your ears 

“take it — take that fuckin’ cock, s’all you’re good for,” he’d grit, throwing his head back with his hips crashing into his fist 

he cums so hard whenever he thinks about this, about gripping the back of your hair and yanking you backward, prompting you to scramble for purchase over his hips while he watches his cock fill your throat 

and when he’s finished he feels disgusting and guilty but it’s never enough to make him stop thinking about it 

maybe one day he’ll work up the courage to try and bring up deepthroating </3 

armin (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)⁄

dear sweet, sweet armin 

he’s a secret pervert 

and although he’s your boyfriend, you don’t realize how much of a debauched freak he really is 

he doesn’t like to be loud and proud of it, instead he’s quiet and ashamed 

he wants to be respectful and treat you the way you deserve to be treated

especially because he just can’t wrap his head around the idea that someone like you would go for someone like him, even despite all your loving reassurances that you give him, always letting him know that you feel like you’re the lucky one 

but he’s not so sure you’d maintain those sentiments if you knew what he used to do before you began dating 

he’d hump his pillow, his long fingers curling around the soft cushion while pretending it was your hips as he thought of you, yearned for you

he’d prop his phone on the mattress before him while he humped his pillow, a quick blurry upskirt shot he took of you when he allowed you to go first up the stairs 

or when you fell asleep at one of sasha’s parties, he snapped a photo of you passed out on her couch, claiming it was because connie drew a mustache on you and he thought it was funny, but really he just wanted to have it so he could zoom in on your tits practically falling out your dress and your exposed panties just barely peaking out from how high your dress rode up 

he’d rest on his tummy, his pillow tucked beneath him and just grind, his hand shakily reaching towards his phone to pathetically zoom in on your clothed pussy

it was such bad quality, but it was enough to make him genuinely salivate 

the photo never failed to make him shoot a fat load into a wad of tissues, and he’d always have to rush and grab a few tissues from off his nightstand, not wanting evidence of his disgusting actions to be left on his pillow 

and when you finally got together? 

he didn’t think his fantasies could get more pitiful and degenerate, but of course, they did 

he likes to take the last article of clothing you’ve worn and nearly smother himself with it, burying his face with your soft clothes and warm scent while he strokes himself, trying to copy the way you touch him 

he whimpers for you, calls out for you as if you could hear him, begging an invisible you to please let him cum 

he’d never admit this but he cums so fucking hard to the thought of you at your laptop, looking so focused and beautiful with your work, and you glancing over at him and noticing he’s hard 

in his fantasy, you make him speak to you while he’s on his knees, and you make him explain why he deserves to feel mommy’s pussy when she’s clearly busy 

in his mind he convinces you and you bend over, paying him no mind while you continue typing on your laptop, allowing him to fuck you from behind

his front would curl tightly over your back while his hands roam all over you desperately, always paying extra attention to your breasts

his cheek would rest over the nape of your neck, and he’d breathe you in like a depraved freak, panting and whimpering about how thankful he is to fuck his mommy 

you’d rub your clit with one hand and continue with your work on the other, occasionally granting him a “you feel so good baby, that’s my good boy,” 

you have zero idea that he overstimulates himself in your shared bed while he moans for you, twitching while he pictures cumming in you and you forcing him to lick you clean after 

“thank you mommy...” armin whispers to himself whenever he finishes cumming, catching his breath and wishing you were there to lap up the mess in his fist 

maybe one day he’ll bring it up to you…

until then it’s his pillow and him against the world 

jean (⩌⩊⩌)

similarly to eren, jean doesn’t really jerk off that often 

but where they differ is that while eren never feels above masturbating, jean does 

it makes him feel like a horny teen and he hates it 

however one sentiment that they share is : “why fuck my hand when i could fuck a beautiful woman instead?” 

it’s not that he doesn’t like jerking off, it’s that he’s ashamed to enjoy it, but not enough to where he can stave off avoiding it every time 

he’s only a man, he’s bound to give in every once in awhile 

he obviously daydreams of you when he does it, but more specifically he thinks about how soft you always seem to feel, and not just your tight cunt 

for example, he’ll think about your arms, how delicate you feel in his grip when he grabs your forearm and pins it behind your back while he fucks you 

or your legs when he throws them over his shoulders and slides his fat cock inside of you all the way 

or your sweet tummy, how cute it is when he kisses his way down to your pussy, occasionally sinking his teeth into the side of your belly, laughing to himself when you gasp and shyly whine for him to stop 

everything about you is so fragile to him, but not because he thinks you’re weak, but because to him you’re just so perfect in every way — in other words you’re precious cargo 

picturesque montages of your body in different angles and positions, a compilation of all his favorite moments you two have had during sex plays behind his eyes while he jerks off 

he’s a simple man with simple pleasures 

one in particular however, he seems to revisit more often than the others 

he thinks about this time you woke up from a nap and went into the bathroom while he was showering 

initially he thought you just missed him and were going to hop up on the bathroom counter and talk his ear off while he shampooed but instead you ignored his affectionate greeting, of “hi my sleepy girl, you feelin’ alright?” 

you stared at him while you stripped off your clothes and entered the shower with him 

you grabbed his face and kissed him hard, hiking your leg around his hip to grind against him with the same urgency as if time was going to run out and you’d never get to touch him again  

he was completely gobsmacked, you’d never been like that before but he was not going to complain 

he fell into a rhythm with you, pulling you in close and feeling the blood flood his cock in record timing 

he rutted against you, groaning in your mouth and gripping your ass, pulling you in harder

“had a dream,” you finally explained, kissing down his jaw and neck, nearly sucking bruises into his skin 

“where you fucked me so good,” you whispered in his ear, pulling back just barely enough to where he could see the starved glint in your eye 

“and i woke up so wet for you,” you shakily breathed out, swallowing hard as your head lulled back upon feeling him start to circle your hole 

“i need you so bad jean,” you whimpered, trying to angle your hips just right and make him slip inside

but he didn’t need to be told a second time

he pushed in, his face falling to your tits as he started fucking you, pressing you up against the tiled walls 

usually he has to finger you to get you prepared for his cock but you weren’t lying, you were so fucking wet that it made his intrusion easier than ever 

he suspected you touched yourself before you came into the shower, and the thought only made him hornier 

you were crazy in those small four walls, he watched you fuck yourself on his cock as you leaned against the wall, looking down at your connected bodies and rubbing your clit at the sight 

fuck the memory makes him so rock hard he worries his dick will just fall off his body 

he remembers how he pressed you against the glass door and fucked you from the back, grabbing some soap and rubbing it over your ass, watching your skin grow sudsy from it 

he dragged a hand over the fogged glass just enough to allow him to see your tits smushed against the shower door through the mirror outlooking you both 

he made you watch as he fucked you hard, whispering in your ear if he was doing it just like he did in your dream 

you sobbed a garbled moan, nodding like the dumb little girl you become when he gets his cock in you 

ugh he came sooo hard in you that afternoon, and he cums nearly just as hard every time he thinks about it

since then he prays everyday that you get another wet dream with him in it 

reiner (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶) ‹𝟹

reiner actually jerked off a lot before you two started dating 

poor thing would feel so guilty every time, always so ashamed with the notion that he was disrespecting you by doing it and that he was just too weak to stop 

it was honestly lamentable, how he was over you before you were his 

he’d think about how warm your hand was when you gently held onto his arm while guiding yourself through a full crowd 

or about how good your perfume and shampoo smelled and how much of a human heater you were and are — these qualities of yours surfaced his mind specifically when he’d think about how he had to lean down to hug you, and how your scent enveloped him and how it felt as though your heat could melt ice right off of him 

but when you were finally all his, he didn’t have to rely on jerking off to abstract concepts of you anymore

no longer did he have to only rely on things like you saying his name in the middle of a text — the simple action would somehow make him hard because oh my god she’s saying my name she typed it she used her thumbs to pick out the letters in my name i love her so much

instead he could just actually have sex with you 

but when you’re not there or if you’re sick or on your period, he’d rather die than ask you and make you feel pressured, so he just takes care of himself 

he thinks about your face a lot, your smile, your giggle, this specific way your eyebrows draw together when he’s making you feel really good, how your lip trembles with moans when he stuffs you with his fingers 

how you paw at him, at his chest and shoulders, down his fit body and beg him to fuck you 

he thinks about the initial push inside of you when you guys have sex, how you always gasp every time, your legs coming round to tighten around his hips 

your eyes flutter shut and your lips shakily drop open from being stretched out by him, and fuck your back arches so prettily off the bed while you lift your hips, trying to accommodate his size 

you’re just this perfect sexy thing beneath him that turns him on like nothing else, and it’s honestly a true testament to his control and reserve that he can hold back from cumming immediately upon seeing you like that 

so when he jerks off he replays that over and over in his mind, sinking his fist over his cock and pretending it’s him sliding into your pussy for the first time 

he thinks about how he has to rock into you slowly, a steady in and out, stretching you out before he can begin to really fuck you 

how you whimper and start to rock your hips against his impatiently, so fucking needy for his cock 

he loves how much you desire him, it makes him feel so loved and needed, like he’s the only one who can bring you pleasure

he thinks about how you moan his name, doing his best to focus on the memory of your breathy cries for him while he fucks you, how you chant his name like saying it alone makes you feel good 

he often thinks back to the time you begged him to cum inside you for the first time, and it does him in every single time 

it was your first night in your first apartment together and you guys were breaking in your new bed 

he was so ecstatic to have taken this new level of the relationship with you, and you could feel it in the way he fucked you 

and in how he kissed your lips and down your jaw and neck, how he rubbed your clit so perfectly in tune with his thrusts 

“please, please cum in me reiner, wanna feel you deep in me please, baby?” you had panted, like it hurt to think of him cumming anywhere else but inside you 

and fuck, he definitely granted you your wish, his hips stilled, thick thighs tensing as he came deep in you, spurting thick and heavy ropes into your tight cunt without a care in the world 

he loves that memory so much, he blushes when he thinks about it and makes a mess of his fist every time  

connie ((⚆·̫⚆‧̣̥̇ ))

nearly without fail connie will jerk off whenever he misses you 

that boy is clingy as hell 

it’s not his fault his girlfriend is just so damn hot !

and it’s not like you two have sex every single day, it’s just that when you’re not around, your absence is too loud for him to ignore and he begins to have those dead wife flashback montages in his head like in the movies 

something you like about connie is how dirty he can be, it's a trait only you’re allowed to see, considering you’re his girlfriend, it makes sense that you’d be the only one who sees that side of him 

he’s so playful, fun and sweet, that sometimes it’s such a jarring 180 when he gets horny 

he’ll fuck you from the back and grunt for you to fuckin’ stay put when you try moving your hands away from the headboard 

and god forbid you wear a skirt around him when he’s feeling ravenous… 

he’ll hike it up and lower your panties down to your ankles and fuck you hard, slamming his hips flush to your ass while he fists the delicate material of your skirt 

he thinks about these things when he jerks off and gets so upset he can’t just take you the way he wants to 

he almost gets frustrated, huffing as he palms himself and looks at pictures of you on his phone, swiping through them until he gets impatient and shoves his sweatpants and boxers down below his hips to touch himself properly

he’ll look at all the selfies you’ve sent him and jerk off, throwing his head back as he imagines himself there with you when you took the photo

like with this one photo, it’s probably his favorite selfie of you, you’re in his car with no makeup, a tank top and those leggings he loves 

you sent him the pic while you waited for him to grab something from your place and come back, playfully but still impatiently rushing him to return to you 

he thinks you look so beautiful there, so bare faced and sweet

and fuck, you weren’t wearing a bra and he left the ac on for you so your nipples were hard and pressing against the thin material of your tank 

your thighs were in the shot too, full flesh contained by the confinements of those goddamn yoga pants 

he’ll stare at that photo and think about pulling you to the backseat, locking the doors and ravishing you 

he’d pull that tank top under your tits and rip a hole in the crotch of those tight leggings, swearing he’ll buy you another pair as soon as he’s done with you 

he’d kiss you hard, one hand around your throat while the other takes his cock and swirls his fat tip over your clit, knocking before entering

y’know, like a true gentleman

in this fantasy you’re dripping for him, making a complete mess of his backseat, but he doesn’t care, it just turns him on that much more to see proof of your arousal smeared across the leather seats 

as he zooms in on your tits, he’d picture them bouncing while he fucks you, groaning thickly at the thought of taking them in his mouth while he pumps you full of his cock 

his hands would be all over you, squeezing and gripping and pulling you down onto his dick relentlessly 

he has got to be more careful when he gets like this because he loses himself in the hazy daydream that consists of you and him and in return accidentally cums on his phone 

and although he feels irritated and disgusted with himself whenever it happens, he can’t lie… seeing your sweet smile covered with a shot of his cum makes him twitch and almost tempted to go another round with himself 

but he’ll just wait until you come back home to him instead  

levi (҂⌣̀_⌣́)

eren doesn’t jerk off often because he already has you, and jean is too embarrassed to do it, but levi? 

he hates the mess, hates giving into such primal urges, it makes him feel weak and like he’s slipping — slipping with his grip on self control 

but similarly to jean, he’s just a man at the end of the day and will give in when he can’t ignore the tension between his legs any longer  

he doesn’t talk about it with you, worried that it’ll somehow ruin your image of him 

but little does he know that if you knew he touched himself to the thought of you, you’d suck his dick until he could not physically produce another drop of cum

he’s such a busy guy he doesn’t really have the time to do it anyway, and he uses it to his advantage, trying to bury himself in his work instead of his fist 

but when he comes home and you’re not there, the feelings become even harder to push to the back of his mind 

he’ll crawl into the bed you two share, bones heavy and tired and heart hurting from ending his day without you there with him

he’ll reach out for your pillow and lay his cheek against it, exhaling lowly when his hands slowly grapple towards your blanket 

he’ll bring it to his nose and breathe in the remnants of your scent, tangling his legs along with it 

he’ll slowly grind against the warm blanket, groaning with both a need for you to be there and with reluctance towards the entire thing 

he’ll keep some of the material by his nose and lips, breathing you in like a mask while he bunches up the rest of it and unzips his pants 

he’ll free his cock and stroke himself, hesitant to slide between the folds he made with the blanket 

he knows it’s dirty, knows it’s gross and it’ll be a mess after he’s done 

but his very rare, indulgent side will peek around the corner and remind himself that he can rush to your washing machine to wash it before the stain sets and hardens 

and that’s enough for him to give in 

he’ll shakily exhale when he feels the soft fabric of your blanket, his mind immediately racing to you and how your body was once wrapped up with the same material he’s fucking 

it makes his cock twitch, just the thought of you laying there beside him 

he’ll lean his cheek into your pillow as if it were your hand cupping him and take a deep inhale of your blanket, smiling slightly when he can make out hints of your lotion and shampoo 

he thrusts into the tunnel of his fist covered by your blanket, shuddering as he gives in to his urges 

he thinks of you and how happy you are to take care of him, to make him feel good 

he’s a grown, capable adult, he’s used to relying on himself and only himself but when you came around, he slowly but surely let down his guard and allowed you to aid him in things where he doesn’t even really require assistance 

not because he feels as though you think he’s incapable, but because you know he’s been too capable for too long 

even with sex, he never saw it as a necessity or anything of importance 

but now because of you he’s fucking your blanket and shakily murmuring your name 

he doesn’t think about anything crazy, he just thinks of your body connected with his, trying his best to separate his mind and body from what he’s doing, trying to pretend it’s your soft cunt wrapped around him instead 

he thinks of you pushing him onto his back and straddling him, interlocking your fingers beside his head while you ride his cock at a slow and easy pace 

you’d drag your soaked pussy up and down over his thick length, spoiling him rotten while he gazes at the beautiful sight of you on top of him 

you’d grind your hips down into perfect swivels over him, and he’d groan, swallowing hard as his cock twitches inside you 

when your sex life was still new and budding, he used to want to wear condoms to ensure your lack of pregnancy and make clean up easier 

but when you reassured him that you were on birth control and to avoid making a mess he could just cum inside you, and that you’d be so good for him and keep it all in 

well…

who was he to try and argue with logic like that! 

he’d look down and watch as you took him in all the way, making his cock disappear inside you like a magic trick 

you hypnotized him and cleansed his mind of all his stressors and instead filled him with pleasure as you rode him 

your pussy always feels so fucking heavenly when it grips him, giving him exactly what he needs and exactly how he needs it 

he loves cumming inside you, loves guiding you onto your back with a towel underneath you, spreading you open and watching his cum pour out of you 

he’ll shove his fingers inside you and push your hip down when you gasp and squirm away from being too sensitive 

he’ll shush you and fuck his cum back into your cunt, glancing up at you with a faint smug look in his eye 

“i thought you’d promise me you’d be good and keep all my cum inside?” he’d tease you, and you’d whimper, too busy trembling as he fingers your poor overstimmed pussy 

ugh god the sounds you make 

he always muffles you with his palm but really he likes that he’s why you can’t seem to hold it together and control yourself 

and when he spills into the ripples of your blanket, despite his exhaustion from his orgasm, he pulls his boxers up and immediately rushes into your laundry room downstairs 

he’ll quickly run the blanket under some cold water and then throw it in the wash, leaning against the machine and watching it spin in circles, his mind drifting off to the longing he feels for you, wishing that you were there with him 

erwin (๑╹o╹)✎

this poor man is constantly working long nights at the office, you don’t really get to see him as much as either of you would like 

sure the money is nice, but damn spending time with you would be nice too! 

sometimes you stop by and visit him at work to bring him lunch and moments like that make his whole week 

he’ll draw the curtains and shield the view of you away from his coworkers and other subordinates from peeking in, wanting you all to himself for what sparing minutes he has with you 

he’ll haul you into his lap and hold your jaw, pulling you down to kiss him 

it never goes further than just kissing, a long wordless ‘i miss you’, and sometimes he’s almost tempted to give in and forgo his important deadlines and spend that time fucking you on his desk 

but it never happens and you end up leaving sooner than he’d like, wishing him a good day and a promise of seeing him later that night at home 

and then he’ll begrudgingly return to his work 

he’s always one of if not the last one to leave, even though he technically doesn’t have to, he’s the boss and he believes in carrying his own weight and not letting it trickle amongst people who don’t have his work included in their pay grade 

he’ll spend that time heavily focused on his work, just trying his best to get enough done before he leaves, but sometimes, in the late hour of the night, he’ll swear he can catch whiffs of your perfume in the air from when you visited him earlier in the day 

it isn’t a rarity, the times you’ve left him with a hard cock, kissing him goodbye and innocently sauntering out of his office as if you weren’t sitting directly on his clothed dick, with your warm panty clad pussy pressed over him 

and most of the time he just has to direct his attention back to his work and let his cock go down on its own 

but sometimes? 

he doesn’t want to just sit uncomfortably with his cock straining against his slacks 

he’s ashamed to admit it and would never do so under any circumstances, but on occasion when he knows he’s the only one left at the office, he’ll palm himself under his desk, soothing the ache before he frees himself completely, pulling the trash can in front of him just in case he makes a mess 

he’ll stroke his cock, lulling back into his chair as he exhales your name, shutting his eyes and thinking back to your little visit 

he thinks about making you stay with him, about hiking up that pretty dress you put on for him and shoving your panties in your mouth and fucking you

he thinks about lifting you up and carrying you towards his floor to ceiling mirrors that outlook the city, pressing you up against the glass and fucking you while he burns his lips into the side of your neck 

he thinks about making a wreck of you in his office, fucking you on every surface he possibly can 

bending you over his desk, or laying you on top of it, fucking you as you lay across his chair, on the ground, up against the wall — you name it he’s thought it and came to it 

he just loves the idea of doing something so filthy in a professional setting, and of you letting him 

he misses you so much and the way your pussy feels wrapped around his cock, he wishes he could have you teleport to him during those long nights and take care of him the way you do at home 

sometimes he’ll call you when he’s really desperate and needs a little something extra while he touches himself 

he’ll steady his breathing, apologizing if he woke you up 

you always say no and that you’re too busy missing him to be able to sleep 

he chuckles and his heart hurts but it makes his cock twitch in his fist 

“talk to me, dear, i just want to hear your voice for awhile.” he’ll say, balancing the phone between his cheek and neck, the cord from the phone going taut as he leans back and fucks his fist, listening to your sweet voice recount your day 

he’ll listen to you describe how you finally got around to cleaning your kitchen and he’ll fight back a groan, imagining coming home to you on all fours scrubbing the floors and him fucking you on it 

or about how you went to the mall and picked up some new clothes, and maybe a new lacy set you’ll have to try on for him 

and he’s so weak, so painfully horny for you that just hearing you say those words makes him grab the napkins from his tissue box and shoot his load into them 

he holds the phone away from his face to catch his breath, swallowing hard as he tucks himself back into his trousers before he picks up the phone 

“okay i have to get going, i need to finish up my work — luckily i’m almost done so it shouldn’t be long until i’m home dear. thank you for letting me call you. i love you, see you soon.” 

he’ll discard the used napkins into his trashcan and pump a few squirts of hand sanitizer from his desk and into his palms, sighing as he looks over his papers before continuing on with his work 

bunnies were notorious for constant breeding and being so lustful. There was no surprise you and your hundreds of siblings came out to the world and did exactly that. Simon sometimes couldn't even keep up with you, round after round after another round. For hours on end and sometimes even that didn't satisfy you. He couldn't really get why until he accidentally pressed his hand on your neck while you were in the middle of sex, he could feel how wet you got, slick oozing all around his cock.

you didn't need some soft sex that'd last an hour or two and leave you still hungry for more. You needed something rough that would ware you out. So when you got all needy and came into the living room in just his t shirt and lacy pink panties. He was ready.

"Simon?" You whined, peeking over at him before you sat right down on his lap. Simon groaned and pulled you closer, his face finding the crook of your neck. His finger moved towards your cunt, teasing your folds.

you whimpered quietly and squirmed before he pulled off your panties, tossing them somewhere. He slowly pressed in one finger and then another. Usually he was slower at this part but this time he slammed both fingers into you, groaning at the sounds of his hand hitting your ass with each pump. “Mmm-ahh!” You moaned against Simon.

He didn’t stop until after 2 orgasms. Finally giving you a small break so he could take off his pants, revealing his hard aching cock. You panted as he manhandled you, shoving you into various positions before settling you on his lap, hands behind your back with one of his hands gripping your wrist and his other one your waist guiding you onto his oozing dick.

you gasped as you sunk down slowly before he began pounding into you. “s-sii— nghhh” You groaned, whinny breaths coming out one after the other. “F-fuck. Yeah? That’s feel good, huh?” Simon whispered in your ear. You nodded quickly which he slapped your ass harshly for. “Words.” He grunted. “Yes!yes!yes!!” You repeated. “Ohh—f-fu-gonna cum!” You cried out to which he slammed harder into you, not stopping. As your orgasm washed over you felt limp in his arms but Simon didn’t stop. He kept going until you were fully drained.

eventually he brought you to the bedroom, you assumed he was done but oh you were so wrong, he kept going. He pushed you onto your hands and knees, slamming into you, his balls hitting your clit. You couldn’t do much more besides cry and moan, words unable to form. He just chuckled and slapped your ass before moving to run your clit with his pointer finger, he moved his other hand and wrapped it around your neck, putting enough pressure to get you wet all over his cock. Quiet huffs and grunts leaving his mouth every once in a while.

it didn’t take long before you lost track of how many orgasms you were at, completely dumbified, sore, and exhausted. Simon was proud of himself, he has brought you to exhaustion. He slowly pulled out, his cum leaking from your hole. He smiled softly and kissed your cheek before leaving to grab a warm rag, cleaning you as you slept, loud snores leaving you.

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