#brilium

Actually, it seemed pretty normal; a simple box with small bags filled with the usual content.

You gave them to Kento when he drank in the morning before going to work. He seemed like usual; tired, with no energy and half asleep.

That was pretty much the reason why you bought them.

The tea was supposed to help him relieve stress relief, that’s why you give it to him before his stressful routine. You didn’t expect to be one of those teas.

“Fuck! S–Stay still dear!” Nanami groans, holding the headboard of the bed with one hand while the other keeps your waist firmly against the mattress as his hips slam aggressively against yours.

You look at your clothes spreader around the floor, you can't even remember when Nanami got you rid of them in the rush of kisses and make out that he put you through.

The lady at the shop gently helped you to look for a tea that would help with the stress that your husband has been having, since you’re a bit worried about his lack of words and how he skips dinner and goes to sleep. You should have suspected of her smile.

It was a damn aphrodisiac.

You cry in the pillow while he keeps thrusting with an animal fiercely, holding the sheets between your fists as his hip bone spanks against your red ass. Nanami groans fill the bedroom with the skin slapping sounds that drive you crazy.

"God— You feel so good today. I couldn't stop thinking at work about you, dear!"

And, that's fucking true, Nanami felt a weird wave of arousal as soon as he landed on his desk. Suddenly remembering how tight that shirt suited you today, he remembered how your nipples poked out softly through the fabric; and that leaded him to remember your bare body, your thighs squeezing at his sides every time he pounded on you and your sweet blush when you announced that you were about to cum—

God, he lied saying that he was sick because he needed to fuck you. It felt like ages since the last time.

When he arrived sooner, you were happy that, maybe, his boss gave him a free day. But as soon as he started kissing you as rubbing his hard erection against your stomach you knew that you’ll be the tired one today.

“P–Please! K–Kento—” You rest your cheek on the pillow to get some air, even if it’s hard to do it with his weight above yours, thrusting hard. “S–Slow down! Fuck!”

Nanami doesn’t seem to listen, actually, he does the opposite, getting a quicker peace that wins a loud scream from you. Your eyes half opened don’t let you focus clearly, although your complaints since you’re used to doing it more gently with him, you love how his tip hits constantly on your cervix like he wants to leave his mark inside you.

When you start whining against the pillow, drooling on it and starting to dig hardly your nails on your palm, you let out a small whimper of pain that startles your husband.

“D–Do you— Shit! Do you want me to stop?”

The thrusts slow down gently until stopping with some shaking from him, he doesn’t sounds like he wants to stop, even his voice shakes in need of more but his delicacy with you stays even though the way he acts right now melts a warm feeling on your chest.

You shake your head with weakness, tightening your core muscles to keep him inside. Nanami lets out a broken moan when you do it, grabbing both sides of your hips firmly and taking a deep breath.

He caresses your back from top to bottom, trying to control his need to keep slamming on you.

“This is because of that damn tea…” He scolds, going inside again more slowly even it’s a higher pain for his body needing to let out all that contained energy. "I can't even feel tiredness."

“I notice it,” You whimper, tasting how sweetly it feels his length entering again, you push your hips back a little for more and Nanami responds by unintentionally digging his nails on your skin. “Fuck— D–Don’t hold back, please...”

Nanami growls in response, he tries his best to go slow for you but even though he slowed down his thrusts, he makes sure to hit every time with enough energy to make your insides clench around his swollen dick.

You start to love this new side of him, letting out his desires to ruin you and take everything he wants. He's a gentleman, and that's perfect, but remembering that that gentleman is turning you into a mess growls a pool on your aching cunt.

When Nanami’s thrusts start to get faster and harder, you start to taste a sweet electric wave around your body as you keep hearing the headboard slamming on the wall.

“K–Kento! I’m… I’m close!” You scream, moaning his name against the sheets and grabbing them between your fists.

Nanami nods behind you, keeping his peace as he starts to feel how the knot on his stomach is about to release. He pulls you closer to him in a harsh movement and starts hitting harder, when you start crying in pleasure is when you feel a whole shiver growing along your body in the high of your orgasm. He keeps moving his hips in a messier way until he moans sharply as you feel a warmth filling your cunt.

You are breathless on the mattress as you feel the cum running down your thighs, thinking that your husband is in the same state but it takes you by surprise when he grabs you by the shoulder to make you lie on your back to look at him towering you in the bed.

He just came, a lot.

And he’s still fucking hard.

“B–But you just came!” You whine, feeling him rubbing his length along your sensitive folds. Making you roll your eyes at the sensation and having to bite your lip to not moan in response. "Kento—"

“P–Please… Fuck, you feel so warm” Nanami moans quietly between his teeths, putting his tip right on your entrance and you feel a cold chill running through your spine. “If you are still tight maybe I’ll cum sooner and the effect of the tea goes away.”

You know that he's inventing all that, you both don't know how long that effect is going to last but you’re not complaining when his tip opens your walls again.

Nanami starts to push and you throw your head back on the pillow with a pained moan, you are still really wet from the previous orgasm, but also damn sensitive. He hasn't even fully entered but yet it already has you breathing hard and biting your lip.

He grabs your thighs to spread them and has a good entrance to you when he starts stroking again, but it doesn't seem to be enough for him. Nanami does the opposite by lifting your calves to put them on his shoulders as he starts to hit again.

This new position lifts your hips a little more and gives him a good angle to hit on your cunt and turn you into a mess of moans, feeling him hitting on the cervix in such a delicious way.

His eyes travel down along your body from your parted lips crying his name; your tits being squeezed between one of your hands, trying to keep them both stimulated; and fuck, the nice view of your cunt squeezing on his fat cock around the white ring of cum around it.

You squirm on the mattress, feeling like a rag doll in the hold of his strong body.

"F–Fuck! Fuck!" You bring one of your hands between your legs to rub your swollen clit to get closer to the second orgasm. Nanami groans at the feeling of your folds hugging him tightly.

Nanami lets go of your thighs on your sides to bend closer to you, but his hips keep slamming on you like he's just started while you already started to feel your body getting sore.

You thought that he leaned closer to kiss you through the thrusts, but he stopped right in front of your breasts to start  sucking on your nipples and let them go with a "Pop!". When his hard thrusts make it hard for him to reach the nipple, he just chooses to suck on the soft skin of your breasts, leaving a dark red mark on there.

His tongue drills on the tip of your sensitive bud, biting it softly between his teeths to make your back arch for more. It's when in one of those movements that your vision goes blurry as your hands fly to his back and start to scratch it with your nails. 

"K–Kento! Yes, yes!" You roll your eyes, feeling his dick strokes on the right spot between your walls "Right there! Yes!" 

Nanami hugs you back to keep you steady as he keeps hitting, feeling your cunt tightening around him. You cry his name repeatedly against his shoulder as he thrusts while you ride the second orgasm.

You spasm under him, trembling and feeling small tears on the border of your eyes as he calms down above you. Even your walls clench around his length at the sound of his hard breathing beside your ear.

"D–Dear… I—"

You interrupt Nanami, pushing him softly to lie on his back beside you. He opens his eyes wide when you use the last remains of your strength to straddle I'm front of his swollen dick, holding the base of it with one hand as you get closer to it.

"Gosh! You gave me two sweet orgasms and you haven't even cum once…" A pout grows in your face, holding his cock to hit it softly on your cheek, loving the way Nanami’s body jumps slightly at the touch.

"Am I that bad in bed?" You continue, passing slowly your tongue flatly from his base to his tip to taste his precum combined with the last of your fluids. "Is that so, Kento? You want me to stop?"

Nanami shakes his head, bringing a hand to your cheek, caressing sweetly as he bites his lip to not scream at the way you tease him with soft licks along his member. 

"No… Don’t stop."

You smirk, licking his tip in circles with your tongue before sliding it between your lips and pull back. You enjoy his cries and pleas until you finally decide to take the most that you can, swallowing with your cheeks as he throws his head back with a growl.

It's been a while since you gave him a blow job, so you forgot how fat his cock felt inside your mouth, struggling to take it all as you jerk the rest with your hand as you lick his tip in circles before taking it all again.

But he squirms so nicely on the bed…

You laugh against his dick, sending vibrations that make him cry softly, you keep going slowly until his hands push you down to take more. You gag around him and he growls pleased, thrusting up to hit the back of your throat, making you cry softly as the sound of his guttural moans fill your ears.

"Yes, yes! You take me so well, dear!" It doesn't take longer until Nanami pulls your head back by tangling his fingers on your hair, leaving a thin thread of drool from his tip to your lip.

You look at Nanami trying to get up on his knees in front of you with your flushed cheeks and fucked out gaze. He pumps along his swollen dick in front of you a few strokes until he throws the thick lines of cum around all your face, falling down along your cheeks, mouth and some drips on your tits.

Nanami groans relieved and fall on his knees in the mattress, looking at you cleaning the rest with your thumb to suck it.

"Don’t do that, let me clean you."

"Why? Is it gross for you?" You ask, genuinely. Stopping to look around for the tissues, but Nanami’s head weight on your lap, his broken breathing hits on your thighs, giving you tickles. 

"No… I'll get hard again if I see you doing it. I still feel some dizziness from that stupid tea."

You giggle, playing with his hair with one hand as you clean the last remains with the back of your hand, waiting for cleaning it properly later.

"Don’t call it stupid! You seem less stressed, actually."

Nanami groans annoyed, slapping softly on your bare thigh.

"Maybe, but I'm stressed on what medical excuse I'll have to create for my work."

"Just tell them that something in the morning hurt your tummy."

Nanami hums in response, about to fall asleep on your thighs and you smirk before leaning closer to his ear.

"Since you’re not going back to work… Do you want another tea?"

Mikasa always tries to keep her side of the dorm all clean and tidy, maybe with some socks here and there but she has some firm boundaries after being an only child all her life. 

Her skincare is carefully placed in a small tray in a corner of the bathroom, always trying to not splash out too much water and her bed has to be strictly done just after cleaning her face to change into the clothes she prepared previously the night before.

Is not that her parents weren’t really strict, she was actually very organized since she was a child. 

Meanwhile, her roommate was…

Not the total opposite, but there was a considerable difference between their lifestyles.

If Mikasa is the kind of girl who wakes up early to get ready in time, you’re the kind who goes to sleep when her alarm is about to ring in half an hour because you pulled another all nighter working on assignments. 

When she brings her clean laundry smelling like lavanda to fold it, the first thing she sees when she opens the door is you swearing between your teeths because you accidentally dropped an oil paint on your bed sheets… Again.

She doesn’t hate you, you both actually get along pretty well. But there’s a small hint of annoyance every time she’s calmly reading on her bed and you open the door in your jumpsuit stained with paint of every color, it is in the small dried drops on your face what makes her entire body chill like she just saw a giant spider coming through the door.

In one of her psychology classes she learned about Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, and she’s starting to think that she’s getting that thanks to her Arts Major roommate.

One day, while you are probably in class, she’s checking her jackets in the closet if she left one of her favorite lipsticks on the bags. The closet of the dorm need a little maintenance because you both always complain about how it always stucks when you try to open it, so when she gets on the tips of her toes to look inside because the door is not sliding more to the side, her foot slips and makes her fall inside and the door violently slips to close with a “click”.

“No, wait!” Her fingers try to get through the border between the door and the frame to slide it, but it’s even harder from inside without anything to grab it and pull. She tries to scratch it and pull but nothing works.

She sighs resigned and looks on the bags of her jeans to grab her phone but there’s nothing. The soft sound of her ringtone coming from her bed calls her attention, causing her to rest her forehead in the rails of the closet as she whines. 

Finally, after trying all to open the door and failing in the try, she sits uncomfortably on the floor hugging her knees around the jackets and shoes that you both save inside. There’s even a shirt of yours on the floor beside her. Mikasa takes a look at it to, obviously, find stains of paint. 

She grabs it to look at it but the sound of the dorm door opening startles her.

She calls you out for help but the music blasting through your headphones isn’t helping. Mikasa raises her hands into fists to hit the closet and get your attention, but her movements get interrupted by the surprise of seeing how you lift that baggy shirt above your head and toss it somewhere around the dorm.

By living in the same dorm, you both are used to seeing each other in underwear, so she is not surprised at the sight of you undressing. It’s the fact that you chose to not wear any bra today, so your bare tits are displaying right in front of her eyes. 

Mikasa has seen herself naked a lot of times, but there's something on how your breasts are slightly different to hers.

They seem so soft and the way they bounce everytime you move around is so hypnotizing, it’s until Mikasa blinks when she notices how her eyeballs are starting to get dry from staring so much. 

Her cheeks get red immediately and tries to shake the thought away in embarrassment when you disconnect the headphones, bringing her back to reality.

It’s now, she has to hit the closet now to get your attention and you’ll finally put something on to cover yourself.

Don’t you think that someone might see you through the window?

Or someone inside the closet?

But, Mikasa keeps still when she observes in detail how you also get rid of your leggings. 

She has to cover her mouth with her hands to hide her gasp.

You’re facing your back to the closet, so she can see perfectly how your ass bends over in her direction, showing how good that cream color lace lingerie grabs tightly to your cheeks.

No, no, she can’t be enjoying this. That's gross.

Her breathing is getting heavier as she tries to ignore the wet spot forming in her clean underwear. 

If she calls for help now, she’ll have to admit that she kept watching you get naked without saying anything. What would you think about her? 

By being roommates, that would make everything awkward. Mikasa just a bit annoyed by your messy ways, but you she actually believes that you are really nice.

And, right now Mikasa's hard breathing doesn’t show any sign of annoyance with your dirty clothes spreaded on the floor.

You lie nonchalantly in your bed just like that, scrolling through something on your phone while Mikasa hides her face between her knees trying to think of a coherent excuse to call for your help without making it weird. 

But, surely, you know how to make it weirder.

Some lewd sounds start to come out softly from outside the closet like a far echo. 

At first, Mikasa doesn’t notice it, thinking that it’s just some movie that you’re watching. But when the bed sheets move constantly and there’s a small sound of clapping sounding slightly far, she raises her head to look and find the last thing she wanted to see after getting turned on by just seeing your body.

"F-Fuck…!" You muffle softly.

Your body is moving around on your bed caused by the constant rubbing of your two fingers around your clothed core while the other hand keeps the phone beside you with your eyes locked firmly at it, just like she was before looking at you. 

The high volume of the video playing in your phone resonates fully, letting the girl hidden in your closet get a clear idea of what is happening outside.

The way that your chest goes up and down so heavy with those perked nipples, attracts her total attention. 

With a crunching guilt waving through her body, her hand travels down her body to start rubbing up and down softly her fingers through her panties. Mikasa doesn’t want to do this, she’s not okay with the idea of touching herself to the sight of someone enjoying their own intimacy.

But the sound of your soft whimpers combined with the dirty loud moans of the girl in the video that you’re watching are just pushing her so hard to the edge of breaking her firm morals. 

The struggle of how you try to keep rubbing yourself down there and interleaving it with squeezing your tits, tents her to call out your name. 

But not with the intention of stopping this, she wants to help you down there; with her fingers, with her mouth, she needs to do something about what you’re causing in her.

Mikasa never thought of being attracted to girls, but when she shyly watched something to touch herself from time to time, she constantly found herself enjoying the clips where she could see the face of the girl almost crying of pleasure.

And you look so good giving yourself all those pleasure.

The way you have to shout your eyes when you put the panties aside to slide in and out your finger and let out a shaky moan causes Mikasa to tremble in her uncomfortable position, mirroring your action and sliding slowly her finger inside, she has to bite her lip to hide her own moan, trying to do it slowly so you won’t hear the wet sound of her pussy clenching to her finger.

“This is so wrong” Is the only single thought in Mikasa’s mind, but that isn’t stopping her from sliding another finger and arching her back in response. 

She should cover her mouth with her free hand to at least stop torturing her poor lip, but that hand is  a little bussy lifting her sweater and pulling her bra down to start pinching softly her nipples and squeezing her breast. 

How would it feel to hug you like this? Your tits grinding against each other, the hard nipples rubbing and making it feel so much more sensitive.

You stop fingering yourself with shaky movements to open the drawer almost violently. Mikasa startles, scared of the sudden ramble, turning to you confused as to why you stopped.

The drawer turns into a bigger mess when you look around for your vibrator with lipstick shape, making you swear on the low when you click the small button on it and noticing that the battery is dead. 

“Fuck it” You throw it inside annoyed with yourself for forgetting to charge it. Your mind works quickly because of the hard need to release and you have to grab one of the pillows in the corner of your bed to put it between your legs, causing you to shiver and whimper softly when your soaked entrance touches it slightly. "Fuuuuck…! Just like that"

You’re now again facing your back to the closet, giving your cute stalker a good view of your ass going front and backwards riding the pillow.

Mikasa has to stop squeezing her breasts and cover her mouth in surprise to realize the reason why you just never let her use that pillow when you both do movie nights, insisting that that pillow is too uncomfortable and you’ll throw it in the garbage soon. 

But you don’t seem so uncomfortable as you ride it so insistently, grabbing your sheets with hard fists and moaning so sweetly against your bed.

This is it. This is Mikasa’s limit, she puts inside another finger without any issue due to how wet she is now, actually, she’s really close right now.

Her moans are getting so hard to cover and her hand finds the shirt of yours that she was criticizing just before you arrived, her first instinct is to put it above her mouth to cover the moans and that’s just a worse decision to hide her sounds. 

That shirt still has that sweet scent of yours, that scent of your lavanda soap combined with the smell of the oil paint it’s just making her push her fingers inside so much more rougher.

Your moans get harder as you ride the pillow, the soaked spot on the fabric getting bigger when you feel the climax hitting you, causing you to grind your hips harder against the sweet border of the pillow as the orgasm hits, finishing with letting out the fantasy playing right now in your mind through moans.

“Fuck! Mikasa… You move so good!”

That sentence makes her eyes open wide as the orgasm hits her too, the fast movement of her fingers on her wet folds is not hiding anymore the wet sound of her juices coming out when she also mumbles your name against the shirt covering her mouth.

Her body is still trembling and her cheeks are completely red hoping that your after orgasm tiredness didn’t let you hear her. She wants to enjoy how good that orgasm felt, even alone or with someone, she has never come this hard. 

She has closed her eyes to rest a little, unfortunately, the closet door sliding harshly to the side and exposing her to you. You’re still naked, with slightly glossed thighs from how wet you got touching yourself is turning her on again. How low is she falling today?

But, when you girn widely at the sigh of your clean and tidy roommate all fucked out on the closet floor, with those big tits exposed and her wet fingers resting on her thigh. You get on your knees beside her to grab her chin and make her look at you with those sleepy eyes and swollen lower lip.

“How cute a roommate I have. Do you think that I didn't hear your whimpers?"

Mikasa stops breathing instantly, but you caress her chin.

"Come on, let's get on your bed now. Mine is a mess".

Mikasa is the kind of girl who always keeps all her stuff in their place. 

Even herself, avoiding bad decisions and not knowing how you make it to survive everyday being that mess.

That hot mess kissing her so sweetly that she feels like she might cum again right now, finally feeling how your tits feel against hers. And loving it.

So, when she nods repeatedly against your lips. She feels like this is the first day she might have to get a little out of the routine.

He created all the design from zero, keeping in mind one time where you told him that your favorite flower was the tulips. Every minute of designing it and working long shifts to pay it totally worth it when you jumped on his arms giggling about how grateful you were to have a bestfriend like him.

Even though he had some girlfriends in the past, his big crush on you never disappeared completely.

Small touches and risky jokes about how it would be if you both would start dating were the farthest that he achieved to make you blush and think a little of the idea of dating him.

This was making him go crazy, but he enjoyed those moments when you kept hugging him longer and tighter than usually.

Some weeks later after giving you that gift —and loving the fact that you never take it off— he came home early from Uni tired from his assignments. All that he wanted was just to find something to distract himself a little and forget about all his final projects piling up on his desk.

Looking at the clock it was still too soon before Armin came home from work, and the games on his console were updating.

Since he was alone, stressed and single, he opened a tab with a particular logotype that he usually only opens late at night. He reminds himself that it will be quick and just to relax a little before starting working on his lab reports. 

Anyways— the neckline that you chose to wear today combined with the necklace were calling for his eyes all day, almost feeling like you noticed the way his eyes darted down in the middle of your conversations.

While fighting with his inner thoughts, he starts to scroll down with a blush on his face.

There were the usual miniatures of the typical plots, maybe it was on his saturated brain but any of those titles or previews were particularly calling for his attention. 

When he clicked back to the top of the page, the option of "Livestream" awakened an interest in him. 

He didn't usually watch those thanks to being used to watching this kind of stuff at night since his schedule and Armin's were almost the same, which led to not having too much time alone at home.

But today things were a little bit in his favor, so he clicked on it. 

There was a top ones where you could only access if you paid a fortune for it, so he scrolled more to find the ones of the "Rising stars", one of them was called "TulipGarden" which made him smile at the sudden thought of you coming to his mind.

When he checked the profile, there was only a cutted photo of a girl in a red bra. The photo only showed her smile and her breasts, which gave him a small hint that the girl was cute, so he clicked it and paid a considerably smaller amount to enter.

Eren throws his head back sighing while the charging screen loads the stream, it's the first time he does this and it feels a little weird. Connie once confessed that he spent like 200 dollars on a cam girl he used to follow. He's not the kind of guy who crushes instantly on a hot girl like his friend, so this might be a one time thing.

"Oh! Welcome to the stream, KrugerSoldier!"

The sound of that familiar soft voice drives a cold shiver through his spine, causing him to straighten on his seat and look immediately at the screen in a way that makes his head go dizzy for some seconds.

There you are. Well, a part of you, since half of your face is covered with a white burlesque mask. But he could recognize that voice anywhere, just like that hair, those lips, that skin, and specially: that necklace.

Eren has to bite his lower lip when his eyes can't get off from how that necklace swings between the curve of your clothed breasts with a white lingerie while you lean over to the screen to read the comments. Letting all the viewers see how good your tits hang almost exposed.

Thankfully, he chose as nickname the last name of a friend of the family who used to take care of him when he was a child, so you don't know yet that it's your best friend. 

Sorry, Sir Kruger, hope anyone who knows you finds about this username.

"Okay, since there are some new guests on my stream I'll repeat the donation goals!" Since you were seated again on the chair, Eren's attention got back again to your masked face. "Listen carefully! I won't repeat it, okay?"

Eren nods completely stunned even if you can’t see him. At this point he doesn't even care if Armin comes and opens the door to find him in such a compromising situation.

“Well, as you know, through the donations you can control my… toy” Your face gets blushed, even if your cheeks are half covered, the viewers can notice the cute blush growing on them. They love to see your shy reactions previous to the show of how the lust gets all over you, causing the notifications to start blowing a little and make you bite your lip as you close your eyes, throwing your head back. “Yeah… Just like that”

The donations are just like one or five dollars, so the vibrations aren’t intense, but enough to have you already squirming on your seat struggling to keep talking, you can only whine and thank them for the donations with a broken voice. 

Oh.

So she's into that.

Eren’s reaction is not far from yours with his head thrown back like yours, his hand is already squeezing softly his hard cock above his gray sweatpants and the soaked spot on his boxers might betray him soon. 

Your voice is coming out stained, trying to keep talking through the stimulation of the small pink toy vibrating inside your core as the notifications keep coming.

“G-God! Fuck…” The notifications stopped a little, but the insane wave of them interrupted your words by leaving you breathing hard as you try to recompose and hols the border of your desk to look again at the screen. “Y-You missed me a lot, as I see. Well, as I was saying–”

Kruger Soldier has donated 30 dollars!

A louder “Ding!” resonates on the stream along with the high pitched moan coming out from your mouth as the strong vibrations invade you for some seconds.

You squirm on the gaming chair like you’re trying to escape from the small toy buzzing inside you, covering your mouth and trembling as the site blows a banner saying “Congratulations! Second goal achieved: Getting off from the underwear!”

Even if Eren’s aching cock is already being tortured by his hand stroking it harshly up and down, he’s surprised about how hard the vibrations were sent due to his high donation.

Truth has to be said, he planned to just donate 20 but his finger slipped while he was freeing his erection from his pants. 

But he’s not complaining when he sees you sliding down the braces of your bra with a lustful smile, biting your lip while your body is still trembling.

“I see that the new one is a little eager, huh? If you keep that peace I might think of giving you a reward…” His eyes widen, not only by knowing that you’ll reward him if he spends his entire wallet on making you squirm in front of hundreds of strangers, but also by the sight of your bare tits on display for him.

He has fantasized a lot about seeing you naked when he’s touching himself like now. Imagining how they would bounce after taking off your bra while you ride him, and that thought can finally be checked on his list of fantasies— at half, at least.

He lets out a  stained moan coming from his mouth squeezing himself a little harder seeing how you shake them in front of the camera. His mind is going more dizzy right now, he could die right now and he’d be totally happy that his last view is how good that necklace looks between your breasts.

And when you shake them on camera? God— He might fucking cum already.

Best fucking present in the world.

The notifications start to blow again, getting a little higher numbers just to get you on the sweet edge of pleasure just like always. 

An idea comes to your mind since there's such a good welcome this time, and you take a quick glance to the bed behind you.

Your desk is just in front of your bed, just for ease when the streams get a little more heaty, this kinda looks like an occasion for it. But you need a little reassurance from your viewers, just to be sure.

“Y-You guys are being so good to me today… Should I– Fuck!” Eren has sent another multiple small donations that make you break the character for a little, making you tremble and see again how good those tits look when you start to shake. 

The moans can't be held when the vibrations are being sent without a break for you. Your cunt is dripping on the small toy and you have to tangle your fingers on your hair while the other squeezes your breast to not, finally, rub your clit to reach the orgasm. 

“You really like to tease me a lot this time…" You see the comments praising you for such a good show and you take a breath before continuing, trying to keep the character. "D-Do you want me to get on the bed for a better show? One for no, two for yes. But I'll leave the decision on our new good visitor, Kruger Soldier. Just for being so good to me, y'know."

The small body on his screen is trembling, already feeling close and you have just reached the second donation goal to get naked, but the way you still manage to keep the act makes Eren snort with a big smile.

You're so cute.

But for you he's the devil.

That damn viewer is sending you so many constant donations that at this point you could cum just by seeing his name on the screen, predicting that this might be the donation that might be getting you screaming his username.

Kruger Soldier has donated 10 dollars!

Even though the vibrations make you moan sharply on your hand, it disappoints you a little that he chose to keep it on the chair.

“O–On the chair, will be then.” You huff, still squirming but a little sad, until another wave of vibrations startles you on your seat in a cry. 

The notification sound comes again, from the same user, but this time it comes with a message: “Srry. You said two for yes, right? My bad:)”

You bite your lip at the message after you recover from the intense stimulation, holding your laugh.

This person is clearly teasing you, but you’re starting to enjoy this little game. Anyways, you’re always grateful for a good tip during your streams.

Eren is already close to the orgasm when you get on the bed, letting the camera catch how good your naked boy looks. But he won’t cum now, even if his balls are begging for the release he won’t. He wants to cum with you. 

No, he needs it.

When you get on the bed facing the camera, he gets a little sad of not being able to get the view of your ass in delight for him just like your tits before, but he won’t start complaining right now that his red tip is almost exploding with an orgasm.

With small donations of 5 dollars, Eren doesn’t even gives you time to get comfortable on the bed, already having you bending on the bed, with your chest pressing on the mattress as you hold the sheets on your fists, trying to hold something to repress the hard waves of pleasure covering you while your knees try to keep your ass up to give the viewers a good view of the curve of your back. 

There's still a part of you that chose this position to let you enjoy the pleasure, wrinkling your eyebrows through the torture of the pleasure and being free to scream on the sheets.

Your moans are harder than ever in a stream before, due to being a “rising star”, your donations are usually small and not that constant, so you aren't used to being this stimulated.

But this new viewer is so stubborn with the notifications that you’re almost forgetting that you’re on live when your hand stops grabbing the sheet to rub almost violently on your clit to reach the sweet orgasm.

On the other side, Eren is already sweating hard, wanting to take off his hoodie to stop dropping on his clothes like he just finished working out, but that would mean stopping giving him pleasure just at the same time as you as he keeps donating. 

“Fuck— Please cum, dear…” His voice is already so needy, a small tear coming out from his left eye as his hand gets a rougher and messier peace.

You both already forgot what you are doing, what page you are on or even the fact there are a lot of other people watching you. 

The screams of your pleasure are being sinked on the matress but the camera still gets your legs shaking and your cunt tightening around the —fucking still vibrating— toy. You cry hard against the sheets as you ride the orgasm when the viewers start to enjoy your high.

It’s then, when you scream hard against the mattress and your body shakes and rolls on the bed, compulsing and arching of the pleasure that the vibrator is giving you. You grab your tits, thighs, hair and the sheets trying to control the intense shaking of your body as the juices of your cunt blow, soaking on the mattress and making a wet lustful mess of a squirt. 

Meanwhile, Eren is cumming harder than ever in his life in a loud moan that chants your name and covering his hoodie and sweatpants with white strings and stains of cum. 

He knows that this is going to be a headache to clean, mostly because it is his favorite hoodie because you gifted it to him on christmas but it’s okay.

You won't get mad if you're the reason why it's dirty, isn't it?

Seeing how you’re still laying on the bed, with spreaded shaky legs and still compulsing a little because of the hard orgasm is —even if the context is not the best— the cutest thing. 

How you try to get up, holding the bed with weak arms and trying to catch your breath when you walk, trembling to the chair and sitting, fixing your hair a little and smiling shyly.

Eren is not sure if the blush on his face is because of his previous orgasm or because he's madly in love with you.

“Hey… I–I’m sorry, I think that I should…” Your voice is husky and shaky, it even gives the hint that you’ve never came like this on live since your embarrassed reaction. “I should end the stream right now, I… I’m too weak to keep going. I love you guys!”

You wave at the camera shyly and send some kisses before the screen goes black. Eren closes his eyes, still struggling to calm after what he saw and did. He didn’t expect to find you on a page like this but he also can’t complain after almost spending all his money on making you cum.

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“You should fight with your boss for a raise on your pay. Seriously.” You rest your elbows on the bar of the cafeteria, waiting for your coffee as Eren is preparing it.

“I know that you just want me to take you to watch that movie that you like.” Eren grabs your nose between his knuckles, making you whine and blush at his action.

Since he saw you on that page, he has never entered that section again. But he’s gotten more flirty with you, he wants to own you, to see that cute fucked out face again. 

But only for him.

You pout at him and caress his hand when he lends you the cup, causing him to tense when your nails caress softly his veins.

“That's true but only a part of it. Come on, I miss you!” Your words make his chest throb and breathe heavy, almost making him grab your face and kiss you. “And, why do you suddenly need money? What did you spend your money on?”

Eren’s eyes glance down to your neckline, where the tulip necklace rests and slowly starts darting to your glossy lips and finally your eyes. He know that you noticed how his eyes almost ate you out but, since you didn’t leaned back from the touch, he brings his other hand up to your face and put a string of hair behind your ear, making you shiver at the contact.

"And what about you? Don't you have a job or something?" He ignores your question, looking deeply in your eyes.

You laugh softly, shaking your head, still caressing his hand with your thumb.

"No, I don't. I had one but it got boring and I dropped it." Eren chuckles at the answer, leaning a little closer to you and making your breath knot on your throat as you glup.

"That 's better. I want to be the only one who spends his entire wallet on you. No one else, okay?"

Eren has to hold himself from kissing you when you nod, biting your lip, giving you your coffee and asking you to wait for him while he changes into his normal clothes.

Maybe clicking on that stream was the best decision he could ever made.

You sigh, throwing your phone inside your bag and standing up to leave the fancy restaurant with the sound of your heels echoing through the sound of the soft jazz music.

On the way back to your car, the only thought in your mind is all the times when your friends have told you that your boyfriend is an idiot that only stays with you for comfort. You always try to excuse him, but why? 

Do you even still love him?

Thinking about it is more hurtful than being turned down by him on the dinner that you planned for your anniversary, while you try to hold the tears hiding your face on the steering wheel, you make a decision.

You bought this pretty dress only for this night, to surprise him with a new dress. You looked for tutorials to get a pretty makeup on that’d make you look stunning. And you are, so it would be such a lame to waste this night crying over an idiot who can’t keep his word with you.

That’s what you thought in your car, getting excited for a wild night as you drive to the nearest night club and you get inside to get drunk and make out with a stranger. But, your moral betrays you once you get your drink and realize that your adrenaline got you thinking about cheating.

Does he really deserve it?

I mean, he's not that bad as a boyfriend. He at least remembered about sending me a message to say that he couldn’t come to our date, right?

Opposite to what was supposed to happen, the rush of thoughts running in your head makes you feel a little guilty after taking some more drinks. You put the money harshly on the bar and turn to leave, but a familiar voice calling your name makes you turn back to it.

“I didn’t think of finding you here, precious!” Satoru’s voice calls you, raising his tone to let you hear him through the loud sound of the music. “Weren’t you stressed all week planning a hookup or something for tonight?”.

You frown, looking at him with annoyance as you roll your eyes.

“It wasn’t a hookup! It was dinner!” You raise your tone too, but he makes a gesture to his ear, pointing that he didn’t hear you correctly. You lean closer to his side, trying to resume it and be clear “My boyfriend couldn’t make it!”

He laughs, leaning his head to the side to smile at you. His cheeks are slightly pink and he seems a little more relaxed than other times, it could be a mistake of your eyes thanks to the lights moving and flickering, but you get the hint that his pupils might be even a little dilated.

“I thought that you’d dump him sooner or later!”

“You wish. I haven’t broken up with him!” You protest, hitting his chest softly and rolling your eyes as you take the last remains on your glass on the bar in one sip. You thought of leaving, but Satoru always makes his way to bring up a smile to you everytime that your boyfriend disappoints you.

Satoru clicks his tongue, stepping closer to you and leaning down a little to speak closer to your ear. There are so many things around you both in this club; music, lights, people and the vibrations of the music resonating, but even through all that, Satoru’s breath makes your skin shiver when he speaks.

“I could make this night better for you, If you want”.

Your eyebrows frown, leaning a little to the side to look at him with a chuckle. But all your playfulness goes away when his face is still closer to yours, looking at you with expectation and a little smile on his mouth.

“How are you planning to do that?” The answer from your mouth comes out in a soft whisper, so soft that it’s impossible that Satoru heard it with the loud music playing. But he clearly knows that, if it were the opposite, you would have laughed and leaned back, but you didn't.

So, when he leans closer and closer to your face, with his lips barely touching yours is when you finally give up. His cologne has combined with a faint smell of smoke and his lips are slightly opened, waiting for you to take the final step, to take the decision of cheating on your boyfriend.

Should I call him and tell him that I felt hurt? 

Your hand goes up through his body to grab the back of his neck.

He might feel sorry and make time for me if I tell him.

The possibility crosses your mind as your head tilts to the side to have a better angle with Satoru’s face.

But.

Will he be able to give me the same satisfaction as Satoru? 

It's the final thought that you have before his lips start to devour yours, skipping the "innocent kiss" part and immediately grabbing your waist to bring you closer.

You don't know when or how, but your hands are hugging his neck to bring him down to your lips, taking quick breaks between kisses to grab some fresh air and get back to him again. He's holding you with such strength like you might escape from him, but there's no better place in the world right now than being here, kissing him and forgetting about everything. 

His hands go down from your waist to your hips, reaching finally your ass to give it a squeeze that makes you pull back from the kiss to moan softly. Satoru takes the chance to kiss down your jaw and neck, sucking on your skin without a second thought to let a purple bruise grow on you.

The braces of your dress start to fall down while he keeps kissing and marking, his knee holds you between your legs to keep you standing as he rubs the clothed cunt with his bone. You can only moan and grab his hair between your fingers, too aroused to do anything.

There's a lot of people, people too lost on their fun or alcohol to care about you both making out in the bar, they don't even know that you have a boyfriend. But you still hold his hair tightly to bring him up, he moans in a tiny laugh when you pull him, getting turned on by any simple action from you.

“N–Not…”

Satoru sighs, about to let you go but you hold him tight before keep talking.

"S–Satoru…" He looks down at you, staring between your lips and your eyes like he's hypnotized. "Not here".

A bright smirk grows on his face as he answers a clear "I got you" before grabbing your hand to sneak away through the people and get you both inside the bathrooms of the club. To your luck, it was empty and he took the opportunity to quickly close the door with a key.

"Why do you have the keys of the bathrooms?" You ask, still dizzy from the makeout and rush.

"Yaga won’t notice that I grabbed them." he winks at you and walks closer to you to caress firmly from your thighs to your waist, slowly lifting your dress. You let out a soft whimper when his nails scratch softly on your skin. "Are you feeling doubtful?”

You open your mouth to answer, but a moan comes out before you can say anything when his hand has already reached your clothed cunt while the other harshly pulls down the top of your dress to let out your breasts, you startle at the soft sound of a rip as Satoru laughs softly as his face hides on the crook of your neck to keep kissing and marking your skin.

“Fuck, Satoru— This dress was expensive!” Despite your whine, you shout your eyes to ignore how sensitive you are by the friction of his shirt on your nipples. Every movement resonates on the echo of the bathrooms, being the total opposite to the rowdy club.

“I’ll buy you a new one, don’t worry” He whispers beside your ear and you feel your legs getting weak again, so you bring a hand down between his legs on the bugle on his pants to squeeze him up and down. 

Satoru lets out a broken moan on your clavicle that sounds like heaven thanks to the echo. 

The vibrations coming from your bag start to distract you, but there’s nothing that could care you more than Satoru’s hand rubbing your clit above your underwear. 

You try to grab out the phone to stop the buzzing but it's hard to get focused right now, so you throw the small bag on the counter of the bathroom to hold his hair tightly and start to grind your hips on his hand.

Satoru loves how desperate you are, stopping the movement of his hand between your thighs suddenly. You whine in protest but he turns you on your spot quickly to have you looking at your both reflects on the mirror.

The reflection of your sweaty and half naked body makes you feel a little nervous, but Satoru quickly pushes that thought away as he looks directly at your eyes on the reflection while he keeps kissing down your shoulders, the deep gaze on you and the sensation of his hard crotch grinding on your ass makes you feel the most desired you ever felt on months. 

His hand returns down and puts aside your panties to slide inside the tip of two of his fingers inside your wet cunt, your body shakes at the action, holding the counter with one hand while the other holds his hand between your legs by instinct. Satoru immediately pulls out his fingers and you protest, again.

“W–What? Why did you stop?” Your voice comes out shaky, turning your head back slightly to look at his face.

“It’s not fun if you aren’t looking too.” Satoru pouts on your shoulder, returning the tip of his fingers to your entrance to lubricate them with the wetness around your folds. “Let’s enjoy the show together, okay?”

As his fingers slowly start to push inside you, you rest your head on his shoulder, trying to keep your gaze with half opened eyes on the mirror as he is fingering you and the other hand squeezes your breasts, pinching the nipples between his nails and making you squirm on him. All the movement of your body makes the grinding on his erection get more persistent, causing you both to moan and groan as his fingers keep digging and curling on your folds.

Moans and wet sounds resonate thanks to the echo of the bathrooms, echoing louder when your orgasm starts to get closer.

“Sa–Satoru… D–Don’t stop” You moan, almost crying of pleasure when his palm starts to rub harder on your swollen clit when his movements get a faster peace and spreading your juices all around your cunt. “I–I’m gonna cum!”

“Yeah? Are you gonna cum by the fingers of someone who’s not your boyfriend?” His voice is raspy, struggling to answer through his hard breathing.

It’s embarrassing, but you nod desperately, grinding harder on his hand and squeezing one of your breasts while the other holds his hair for support to not fall off because of the big orgasm coming.

“Yes! Yes and I l–love it!”

Satoru laughs shakily, curling his fingers and kissing your neck as he answers.

“Cum all over my fingers, darling. You won it.” He orders, and you cum almost instantly in a loud cry. All your squirming and shaking during the explosion of your orgasm makes you stop looking at the mirror, but fortunately this time he decides to enjoy the show by himself.

Satoru waits patiently for you to stop spasming to let you ride the orgasm as long as you can, trembling and standing up just because of his hold on your body. He pulls out his fingers to grab your hips and you whine breathless.

“Don’t whine, you look like you ran a marathon. One where you arrived at the last.” He teases, resting his head beside you with a smirk.

“S–Shut up.” You hiss, pushing your ass back to feel him and make him groan. “Wait until I make you cum next”.

He moans heavenly again, resting his forehead on your shoulder and struggling to speak with your movements, but not making a movement to stop you.

“I don’t want you to blame me for cheating on your dear boyfriend, y’know?” 

You roll your eyes, moving a little from his hold to lift the back of your dress to leave it hanging on your waist and pull down your panties. You hold the porcelain counter to arch your back better and jiggle your ass for him.

“So you want to lose the opportunity to do it raw?” 

Those words are heavy. 

You don’t even let your boyfriend cum inside, you use birth control but still you ask him to use a condom. You don’t even bother to blame the few shots you drank, you know that he gave you the best orgasm in two years since you started dating your partner. Right now, you don't even care if he rips in two halves the expensive dress that may be covered in sweat by now.

Satoru bites hard on his lip, looking everywhere but your tempting ass in sight for him. Now he’s the one doubting, but it doesn't last long before you hear the sound of his belt tinkling and feel his hands squeezing your butt to spread it.

He looks at your wet folds, dripping down the remains of your cum on your thighs, he grabs the base of his hard cock and rubs it on your entrance. 

"God— Baby" He hisses when the red tip starts to slide inside you and is received by your gummy walls already tightening. You moan sharply when he starts to push and let you feel his hard veins "You’re so fucking tight. So hot."

You moan sharply without any doubt anymore as his length makes his way inside you. Even if you can't see him, you feel the slight curvature of his cock pushing more and more on your G-Spot.

"I haven't had a good fuck in some time." The words come out in a breath once he has finally pushes all inside, his hands grab your hips firmly before he starts thrusting with a slow rhythm.

After the first orgasm, you’re still sensitive with any touch of his skin on yours.

"I guess I can fix that." He laughs, starting to send thrusts that make your ass jiggle slightly by the hit. Satoru's patience seems to blow away once you start to push back for more.

"Please… Ruin me, please" you fix your gaze again on the mirror, loving how Satoru seems almost hypnotized by your ass recoil while you get a view of your tits hanging side to side from his thrusts. "Make me feel guilty for enjoying another man's cock so much".

"Fuck— You're such a dirty girl, huh?" Satoru finally starts to send harder thrusts that resonate loudly, not enough with the sound of  his hips hitting your ass, his hand sends a slap on it, making you moan in a broken voice "A slut so fucking needy for a good cock, yeah?"

“Yes—! Yes I–I am” You nod, too cock drunk by how he keeps hitting on the weak spot on your gummy walls.

He laughs shakily and grabs your neck to bring your back against his chest, his hand holding your neck as the other crosses around your stomach to hold your cunt close to his thrusts.

It's hard to look at the reflection with the small tears forming on your eyes since this position gives his curve a better angle to get you crying his name. Your hands just can hang on your sides as your body receives all his hard thrusts. 

Satoru also looks at the reflection with his lips half opened and keeping his gaze on your numb body. When your insides start to tighten around him on the advice of your second orgasm approaching Satoru bends again your body closer to the counter. 

His hand grabs one of your thighs to put it on the counter and push your face against the mirror, his cock slams harder than before inside you as your body smashes violently on the mirror while your orgasm hits you screaming his name.

"Fuck— You're a fucking angel, gorgeous" Satoru keeps thrusting hard and messy until, in a hard thrust, you feel a warm start to fill your aching cunt.

You breathe heavy against the mirror, leaving a spot of mist on it while your whole body trembles while Satoru keeps thrusting inside you to push his cum further as the music of the club sounds like it's far away from you.

You both stay like that for a little, trying to put your heartbeats again on a stable rhythm. 

Satoru gently seats you on the counter when he pulls out and notices the weakness on your body. You blush softly, mumbling a soft 'Thanks' with your dry throat.

"No round two, then?" He jokes, fixing his pants and grabbing some paper towels from the dispenser.

"You look as fucked out as me, Satoru" you laugh softly, pointing at his flushed cheeks and sweaty forehead. He approaches near you to clean you with the paper towels you startle, pushing him immediately "Wait— What are you doing!?"

"Cleaning you up?" He asks with an skeptical tone "I know that anyone has ever cummed inside you and you don't know that, but—"

"I've done it like this before, Satoru".

Satoru only answers a soft "Oh" that is followed by a wide grin, his hand gives your thigh a small squeeze that makes you jump on your spot slightly.

"So you've been naughty before, huh?"

"Shut up, Satoru" you look away from him, pulling closer your bag to give it to him "I have some tissues here, use them. I don't trust in those paper towels".

"We literally just had sex in here" he protests, but still grumbles around your small bag to look for the tissues, but suddenly stops the movement when he notices something.

Instead of grabbing your tissues, Satoru brings out your phone and shows you a screen of a call in progress with your boyfriend.

You quickly grab the phone and put it on speaker, hoping that he answered with the phone still on his jeans.

"Hello?"

"Fuck off". You hear his voice and then the finished call sound comes.

You don't even feel bad or guilty after finding out that he maybe heard you fucking with another man, you just look at the phone surprised by all the things that happened so quickly. 

After some seconds, you feel again Satoru squeezing your thighs and you look up from your phone at his smirk looking at you with wide eyes.

"So… Are you single now?"

“I–I’m trying but—” He sighs, biting his lip as the veins on his arms start to pump up thanks to how hard he’s holding while the other holds your stomach firmly to keep you straight. “K–Keep like that for me, ‘kay? I’m almost done with you.” He groans, using all his strength to not let you escape the painful air in your lungs.

You nod, struggling to breath as you shut your eyes hardly while he finishes behind you and you finally let your chest release all the suffering.

“It 's done. The damn corset is tied up, is that okay?” 

Eren steps backwards a bit to let you see your reflection on the mirror and see the finished look of your pirate costume. You smile widely, looking at every angle of how well the corset fits you and you turn at him making small jumps on your spot.

“Absolutely! What do you think? Am I a intimidant pirate?”

Eren looks up after massaging his sore forearms, finding the front view of all his work tying the corset behind you: Your breasts look so fucking good pressed against each other and sneaking out slightly through the collar of your buttoned white shirt, and he’s not letting slip how also your skirt lifted a little, again, thanks to the hold of the corset.

He uses all his strength to not jump over you and rip all your clothes to only leave you in that corset to fuck you like a beast and just nods biting his lip as his eyes try to focus on the bath wall behind you.

“Eren! Look at me in the eyes and tell me if my costume is good! C’mon, I didn’t want to spend a fortune on a costume for only one night” You hit his arm playfully, and he snorted softly, looking everywhere but at you.

“Oh, you say that now? After how you joked about me by just coming with a Ghost Face mask?” He teases, walking out of the bathroom and lying in your bed and distracting his brain with all the lines on the ceiling to not let his hard crotch keep growing.

“At least you’ve could came with that kind of robe that he uses” You say, giggling as you sit beside him and play with the loose hairs on his forehead.

“Yeah, when I asked my mom if she could lend me one of her dresses for a party at Jean’s house you should've seen how her eyes almost went white.”

You laugh audibly, sending shivers through your best friend’s spine, 

Eren's plan was just to take a few drinks in your apartment before driving you both to Jean’s halloween party. That was the plan until he arrived and the first thing that you said was “Can you help me to tie up my corset?”

His brain is fully trying to focus on your words, on your talk about how your week went or something about a grumpy lady on the market. But his body acts against his will when his hand flies to your nap and brings your face down for a kiss.

You whimper at the contact of his lips, staying still at the first contact, but slowly melting into his lips as he starts to suck on your lips with a softness that makes you sigh against his lisp when you start to move yours.

Eren is ruining the gloss that you carefully applied on your lips while his hand on your nap makes a mess on your hair that you spend hours to let it dry and comb it to look nice. His heavy sighs and cologne are also having and effect on your body that is going to ruin all yourself if you let him keep going.

“Eren—” He shakes his head when you pull back, pushing your head down again to slam his lips on yours, making you whine softly against his lips even if you’re enjoying his taste. “Eren!”

You pull back with more strength, trying to straight above him while you support your hands on his chest to look at him all blushed and with dilated pupils.

Fuck, he looks hot. So damn hot.

But he’s your best friend.

“We should stop, Eren” You say, breathless and feeling your heart sink in your chest as you can’t look away from him, even if your phone is ringing on your nightstand. “We’re best friends, I— I’ll can’t see you the same if we keep going.”

Eren shrugs, not breaking the contact on your nap and starting to caress your neck with his fingers, sending tickles along your spine.

“Won't you see me the same way?” You nod, trembling above him. He thinks about it a little and sighs, looking up at the pillows and extending his arm to grab his mask, resting near to them. “And if I cover my face?”

You frown, looking at him with confusement. He surprised you by moving his hands to your waist and push you to the bed to lie on your back while he gets on his knees above you, straddling above you with his knees on the sides of your thighs and lifts his shirt above his head to take it off and show you his toned chest.

You swallow your saliva, feeling how your heartbeat starts to fasten while you see how his pectorals go up and down heavily.

“Fuck— Your tits look so much better with this position. I hope that this shit will let me keep seeing you clearly.” Eren groans while he puts on the mask to just let you see the iconic face of Ghost Face but with the difference that his body is the muscular body of Eren that you’ve seen a lot of times.

Especially, the detail that can’t let you forget who it is is his necklace. He never takes off  that necklace of a key that he never takes off, even if his father who he hates gave it to him.

But God, he looks so good like that.

Your core starts to get more soaked picturing the image of his necklace dangling above your face as he pounds on you.

Eren bends over you putting his hands on the sides of your head to look at you face to face— Or well, mask. You can hear his hard breathing through the plastic of the mask, but you're unsure of why only being able to look at that weird face makes you hornier.

“Is this better?” His voice sounds deeper through the echo, hypnotizing you with every word.

You nod desperately, bringing your hands to his chest to caress it up and down, passing softly the tip of your nails along his skin and receiving a sweet groan from him when you scratch it softly near to his hip bone.

“Can I be a little rougher?”

You nod, holding firmly his hips with your nails as his hands start to travel from your neck to your shoulders and resting on your breasts, giving them small squeezes. 

Fuck Jean’s party, you can even let Eren rip your mattress in half if it means to keep hearing his deep voice asking how much can he ruin you.

He makes you jump slightly on your spot when he grabs the sides of your white shirt and pulls at opposite sides to rip in in two halves that he tosses to the floor. You whine in response, looking down at the small pieces that remain on your chest that barely cover your clothes breasts with your bra.

Eren’s hands slide down to your back, giving you chills as his hands unclip your bra and you let him slide it along your arms to take it off and throw it somewhere.

“You shouldn't have helped me to put on the corset if you were planning to have me naked.” You smirk, trying to hold your moans when his hands go to your bare breasts and make you sigh in pleasure at the sensation of his cold rings against your skin.

“Oh no, Dear.” Eren smirks, moving a little his knee to be between your legs and rub it against your clothed cunt, breaking your hold to make you whimper as he keeps going, “The only thing staying in you is that fucking corset.”

Eren laughs softly when you start to bring your hips back and forth against his knee for more, moaning softly as he stops squeezing one of your tits to move it along your thigh and rub your skin up and down, enjoying how you squirm harder every time that his cold rings touch a little too close to your core.

“So whiny, so needy.” Eren groans, rubbing his knee harder against your folds, opening them slightly under the underwear and feeling the start of his thigh rubbing on your clit so softly but perfectly. “It could be that it turns you on so bad to be touched by a masked man? Fuck— You’re so horny that you’re even going to make a mess on my jeans and I’ve barely touched you.”

You bite your hand to hold your moan when his leg finds the right peace, making your body tremble as you squeeze your breast between your fingers as he keeps going.

“Mo–More— Please, Eren. More, ruin me more.”

Eren snorts behind the mask, bending closer and rubbing harder against you, getting your moans louder inside the four walls of your bedroom. He lets go of your breast to hold your jaw firmly to make you look at his masked face as he leans his head to the side looking at your blushed face.

“Yeah? Do you want me to be rude?” His voice is husky, you can notice how needy is also him.

“Yes—! Fuck, yes!” You plea, rubbing harder your core against him as you start to ride the warmth of your pleasure about to explode. “M–More!”

He laughs deeply before moving his hand to your neck and squeezes it with a strength that still lets you breathe with struggle as he moves back and forth against you until your hips get messier against him.

You’ve tried choking before, but never has turned you on as hard as this time, Eren’s necklace swings side to side while he keeps moving between your legs until your tears start to sneak out from the bordered of your eyes as your view gets blurrier between the water and his strong hold on your throat.

“You’re about cum, slut. I can feel it in the fucking mess that you’re making in my knee. Fuck—” Eren groans, breathing heavy while your moans fill his ears “Cum, cum like a good slut for me!”

You start to struggle to breathe as the orgasm hits you, letting out strangled moans as you sob his name while your hips shake and rub against him when you feel your folds creaming over your underwear and trespassing to his jeans.

You tremble and shake, still moving your hips against him to ride the orgasm as long as you can while his hold on your neck softens as he watches you trying to calm with your lips half opened and how your tits tremble softly as you breathe heavily.

Eren lets go of your neck to let you relax while you try to regain composure while he takes off his jeans standing at the edge of the bed. He waits for you to calm and surprise you again by holding your hips and pulling you closer to him.

You giggle when he pulls you, feeling like a doll every time that he moves you as he wants, but your laugh stops as soon as you see him naked in front of you and only wearing his mask.

Ok, now you understand a bit why he is so insistent on keeping on the corset.

Feeling like he just read your mind, he pulls down your skirt along with your underwear and tosses it to the floor. He grabs the behind of your knees to lift them and put your ankles on his shoulders.

You’re so exposed that it makes your cunt drip in need, even if there’s still one piece of cloth on your body it feels like you’re fully naked. 

“You look so hot.” His hand stops holding your ankle to rub two of his fingers up and down along your wet folds and makes you moan softly as you soak around his fingers. “Fuck— I’ve could tried everything, everything, just to not let anyone at that party see how hot you look with that corset.”

Your hips tremble everytime that his fingers tease you by pushing the half inside and pulling out to spread your fluids around your folds and clit. You want him, you want more than only his fingers.

“Eren… Just fuck me, please—” You moan loudly when his fingers get fully inside without resistance, clenching around him immediately and making you squirm on the bed, trying to hold the sheets between your fists.

“Should I?” His fingers curl, touching your sweet spot and making you roll your eyes, but you hold your insides to not let the orgasm hit you until you feel that aching cock filling you. “Why should I risk the image that my best friend has of me? Is it worth the risk?”

You hate him, you hate him so bad. As bad as you need him.

“Eren! Please, I was stupid, just fuck me, please!” You cry, feeling his fingers fasten his peace and the knot of your orgasm getting softer.

Eren pulls out his fingers and hits you insides with his cock with one stroke that fills you with barely pain due to your dripping walls. He feels so good inside: so hard and thick that your eyes start to tear up again.

He holds your legs on his shoulders with his hands to keep you all spreaded as he pounds fiercely inside you until his tip again finds the spongy spot that makes you squeeze him harder and starts to slam against it in a non-stop peace.

Your vision goes blurry, but you’re still able to see his mask glaring at you and turns your moans louder at the view of his necklace doing the opposite to what you expected, his almost glued to his chest with his sweat and it feels so much better than what you imagined.

For Eren, the view of your tits bouncing above the corset is gorgeous, they look so soft and bouncy, he would suck them until they’re all bruised if it wasn’t for his mask.

You both start to moan louder as the orgasm gets near, and you can’t keep holding when your cunt squeezes around his length with the second sweet orgasm that covers all your body as you cover him with your fluids. Eren keeps pounding with struggle through your strong grip on his cock, but at the same time helps him to ride his orgasm with your pussy milking him with every thrust and loud groans.

Eren keeps hitting a few times as his cum fills your cunt until  it’s dripping on the sides of his base and he pulls back slowly to let all his weight fall over you, making you cough and hit his sweaty shoulder.

You’re both sticky with sweat and cum, but comfortable.

“You’re too heavy.” You protest, pinching his arm.

“You’re too noisy.” He snorts, taking off his mask and throwing it to the floor to look up at you.

His forehead is sweaty and his hairs are glued to his face, the view makes you laugh softly as you clean him with the back of your hand.

“Yeah, clean it. I’m all sweaty on the forehead because someone was saying that ‘She couldn’t look at me the same’” He makes a lame high pitched imitation of your voice and you blush, hitting his forehead softly.

“Shut up! I’m also almost dying of asphyxia with how tight you tied this corset.”

“But your tits are so soft and squishy, just like a pillow” He says, rubbing his cheek on your breasts and making you laugh.

But, still, you both enjoy the moment.

Maybe trying to turning things a little different might be good.

“D–Do you need something else?” She asks, with a weak voice as she avoids your gaze.

She’s been flirting with your boyfriend, you know it.

She chose to ignore the fact that he was already dating someone, just as she’s fighting to ignore the rage in your eyes as you look at her.

In her position, she's supposed to look down at you with superiority, but she feels like a tiny bug in a spider web.

“Yeah, I would like to see a face that won’t make me want to throw up my macchiato” You smile cynically as she sighs shyly and nods. Walking away with her hands on the bags of her apron.

You take a long sip of your drink, still smiling, the girn on your face increases as you see Suguru walking towards you in a hurry. God, his angry face looks so hot.

“How long have you been there?” He groans, pulling the chair harshly and sitting in front of you. You put your elbows on the table to hold your face with your hands, looking at him like you have hearts popping in your eyes.

"You look handsome when you tie up your hair like that." You extend your hand to play with his bangs.

He gives you a hard look and you sigh, still playing with his hair.

“Like three hours. I have work to do and I decided to work on it in advance as I drink one of your delicious coffees.” Suguru scoffs at your answer, throwing his head back as he pinches the bridge of his nose before sighing and leaning closer on the table.

“I know why you’re here” Suguru sighs, caressing your arm softly with his fingers, he bites his lip to hide his smile as he looks up at you. “Thank you. She’s been over me all week, today is the only day that she has left me alone and I was wondering why until I heard of a grumpy client.”

You shrug, snorting softly.

“I’m not that grumpy” He laughs back, relaxing a little. “I’m just worried, usually we are the relaxed and smart boyfriend with the girl who’s inappropriate and…”

“Grumpy” He responds, chuckling.

You laugh softly, looking down to hide your blush.

“Yeah, and the grumpy girlfriend.”

You both relaxed, but the echo of his coworker taking an order some tables away tenses you both again. You feel the borders of your lips go down, running the cute atmosphere as you both remember all the insistence of the girl.

“I can ask my boss to let me go earlier today, ‘kay?” He says, leaning closer to kiss your cheek lovingly before standing up again. “Even they know about how tired I am from all her begging me to cheat on you with her.”

Your eyes widen at his words, and he nods with pursed lips before kissing your forehead and saying a soft ‘I’ll be right back’.

As Suguru enters through the door with the small sign of “Staff only” you can’t help but worry again of all the stress he’s going through with this girl. If even the staff knows about all the problems and she keeps insisting, maybe you’ll have to be as crazy as her to stop it.

When your boyfriend has finished taking off his apron, he starts to unbutton his shirt; once all the buttons has been let off, he startles at the sensation of someone pulls back his shirt and revealing his back and shoulders.

Suguru turns back in cold sweat, just to find you smirking and bringing up your hand to his chest.

"Wow, it's been a while since I got this view" You giggle, passing the tip of your nails across his chest, receiving a stained moan from him.

He grabs your waist firmly, pulling you closer to whisper.

"What the hell are you doing here?" He scolds you, but you still can feel the warmth of his hard breathing against your face. "You'll get me in trouble if someone finds you in here."

You purr, hugging his neck to bring him closer and rub your lips against his. Suguru shivers at your actions and his hands can't avoid the reflect of holding your waist.

"Do you really need to stay on this job? That girl just keeps bothering you" You whine, biting softly his lip as Suguru closes his eyes to hold himself from falling in your threat. "C'mon, I'll get jealous."

"You'll get jealous even if I work at a damn geriatric." Suguru snorts, finally giving up to look out for your lips, kissing you deeply and drawing circles with his thumbs on your waist.

You hit his shoulder softly, unable to answer anything from the way he kisses you like it's been a year since the last time. Sucking on your lower lip and chasing out for your tongue, you whimper pleased against his lips.

The sound of your lips touching and pulling back covers the small changing room until the soft whines in your voice start to join.

"S–Suguru…" You lean back but he brings you again against his lips as his hand gets inside your jeans to rub your clit in circles above the underwear. "Fuck— Yes… That feels good."

Suguru laughs against your lips, bringing the other hand behind your neck to keep you on there for him. You clumsily unbutton your jeans to let him move his hand more freely and he licks your lip slowly like a candy.

When he pulls back, you breathe finally as you pull down your jeans and kick them aside with your foot. He harshly turns your body and presses you against the lockers, you feel you cheek against the cold metal as he pushes your hips back to let you feel his hard crotch.

"You know you shouldn't be here, love" He whispers, caressing your hips with your hands and crawling slowly to reach your clothed breasts while his hips softly thrust against your ass. "You never pay attention to me."

His hands squeeze your breasts, grabbing the border of your bra and pulling it down to let them be free before slamming your upper body against the surface and keeping your butt closer to him.

You moan loud and clear at the action, the cold feeling immediately turning you nipples hard as he pushes you against the metal with the increase of the strength on his hits.

"P–Please, just fuck me, Suguru" You plead, feeling his finger rubbing up and down right in your —still— clothed cunt. 

"Nah" Suguru scoffs, soaking softly his finger with the wet fluids trespassing the fabric and making you roll your eyes at the slight touch. "You're being so fucking loud, I don't wanna get fired because of your whines."

You open your mouth to complain, being stopped by his hands wagging your ass and squeezing it as his crotch sends another thrust. You tried to moan but your teeths quickly grabbing your lip covers it.

Suguru laughs, pulling down your panties as he kneels behind you as he caresses your legs.

"Now you understand it." 

You nod painfully as his head travels between your ass to start licking your folds from behind. His tongue already knows where to rub softly and have you in such a whiny state, but his demands of being silent are giving you a headache.

Suguru loves to do it this way; your soft ass in his face as his tongue and lips kiss you like he wants to clean every drop of fluid inside your cunt. You can't help but roll your eyes as you moan the lowest that you can as he starts sucking and drinking every drop that leaks on your thighs.

You start trying to grab something to hold the pleasure but the damn lockers are so loud every time you try to support on them and they rumble with metallic echoes.

"S–Shit! Suguru!" You whine, squeezing your breasts between your hands as his tongue gets a quicker peace and teases the tip of your clit.

His hair is tangled between your fists as you bring a hand back to hold him on there but he pulls back again, making you moan a little bit louder in your complaint.

"Hold on, don't turn." He says with a firm tone that startles you and you obey with a little trembling of the interrupted pleasure that almost drove you to the orgasm. 

You glance back slightly, seeing him tossing aside his jeans near to yours as he strokes on his erection a few times before putting his tip near to your folds.

He pushes your head against the lockers again with a strong hold as his dick slides fully inside in one thrust. You moan with a mix of pain of pleasure not bothering about your volume as he keeps slamming without caring of the sound of the skins or the echo of the rumble of the lockers.

"Y–You're a damn pain in the ass, you know it, right?" Suguru groans, moaning between his teeths at the feeling of your walls sucking him inside. "You never listen to me."

You can't help but nod against the metal with struggle because of his hold as you hold the locker's doors to keep you standing. 

"Suguru! Fuck— You’re so rough with me!" You moan, loving his peace and thrusts kicking in and out so perfectly as you smile like a dumb. 

"Yes— God, this is the only pussy that I'd love to feel all my life" His hand lets go of your head to keep them both on your tits, squeezing them and arching your back slightly in his direction to keep holding you as his thrusts become more harder and messier. "I'm gonna cum, I'll cum inside and show it to everyone, princess."

You moan harder, breathing with struggle as he pounds like a beast on you as you feel electric shivers covering all your body as the orgasm starts to build on you with every hit.

Suguru growls at the feeling of you tightening around him as you cry his name. He feels close— so fucking close, so he moves his hands from your tits to your wrists to keep you on there as he slams feeling the previous feeling of his orgasm reaching him too.

Is then, when the door suddenly opens and a familiar annoying voice comes inside. 

But this time it doesn't annoy you. It actually sounds like your favorite song as she gets inside.

"Suguru, what's all that nois—"

"Fuuuck—!" Suguru groans as he sends a few thrusts that are the high of his orgasm as his seed fills you with a bigger load of cum than other times. 

Between your half opened eyes and fucked out gaze, you're still able to smile at the sight of her shocked face as he pulls out from you and you have to hold the lockers with the sweat on your forearms and hands to keep standing as you feel the hot liquid starting to drip down along your thighs.

"Yeah…" He asks, breathless as he strokes his cock to throw the last drops of cum on your ass before grabbing his boxers from the floor and putting them on. "It was my girlfriend, sorry."

His smirk says everything but regret as she gets red and avoids your eyes before slamming the door and leaving.

"Is she stopping now?" You ask, trying to recover as you put on your panties again and look for your jeans.

"Yeah. Anyways, everyone definitely heard it all so I might get fired." You snort, buttoning your jeans and grabbing his hand.

You roll your eyes, kissing his lips softly as he returns the kiss with tenderness as he caresses your cheeks. 

"Come on," you say against his lips, playing with his loose hair. "Let's leave before she starts screaming about what she saw."

As you remember, Marcel’s little brother was always noisy and glued to his big brother with his usual high pitched voice even though he was only a year younger than you.

Suddenly, he was all grown, fit and with a deep voice. What ruined you as soon as you saw him was that damn haircut that he got.

“Shit—  Shut up or they are going to hear us!” Porco covers your mouth with his hand as the other rubs small and fast circles on your clit.

You muffle in his hand, holding the kitchen counter for stability while his lips behind your ear makes your legs feel like jelly.

“Fuck, God bless the beach temperatures.” Porco whispers against your ear, biting your earlobe softly. “This tiny short of your pajamas makes everything so much easier.”

The sunlight is just sneaking out through the kitchen window, you woke up half asleep because you wanted a glass of water. That leaded you to find Porco looking for the leftovers of last night, you joked of his morning hungry and… Fuck.

How did you end up like this?

“It’s the hangover” You think, but you’re sure that is just a lame excuse.

Porco lets go of your mouth to slide his hand under your top and pinch your nipple between his fingers. You whimper, trying to be quiet but your chest burns in need when his hard crotch covered with thin sweatpants rubs against your ass.

You push your hips back against him as you throw your arm back to hold his neck as his fingers keep torturing your clit.

“Porco— Stop playing and slide your fingers in.” You whine and can’t hold the frown in your eyebrows when you hear his laugh vibrating against your ear. Ignore how wet you are getting with his voice. Remember: It used to be so high pitched that it gave you headaches!

“Already so needy? Yesterday you were avoiding me and now you beg for my fingers?” He passes them a little lower, teasing against your folds and causing you to roll your eyes at the sensation. “You’re so crazy that it makes me want to ignore everyone in the house and make you scream my name.”

In the soft silence of the morning, the wet sounds of his kisses on your neck are just slightly heard over your low whispers. Due to the soaking in your cunt and panties, everytime that he teases you rubbing them up and down through your folds, the wet sound makes your heart skip a beat on fear that the echo made it louder.

“Do you really want me to finger you? I won’t mind. But, what would my brother think?” He sucks on your neck while his hand squeezes your breast, shaking it. You bite your lip to hold the moan and he slides the half of one of his fingers inside. “He’s so fucking annoying by overprotecting me, what if I just breed you so good until I get you pregnant? Would you like that?”

You try to answer, but he fully slides two fingers inside and curls them on your G-Spot almost immediately as he enters. Fuck, what fucking college he goes to? He just goes to have sex and learn how to fuck?

“That it’d be so fucking hot— God!” You move your ass up and down against him, sighing at the feeling and his words. “J–Just imagine, babe. My cum dripping on your thighs while we breakfast with my brother and his friends, these sweet tits getting bigger— Fuck, just let me do it raw, please?”

He slides out of your cunt, receiving a soft whine from you as he turns your body to face him. He takes off his shirt in front of you and pulls down his pants, he's all naked in full sight for you and your common sense betrays you to let your hormones lead your actions.

“Okay, but pull out when you’re cumming.” 

He smirks, grabbing your waist to lift you and seat you on the counter before pulling down your shorts. Just like before, your common sense betrays you at all when you lift your top over your head to also get rid of your shirt.

The warmth of the first rays of sunshine covering your bodies through the window makes you shiver in excitement for pleasure.

Now, If anyone comes for a glass of water they’ll find more than just Porco eating the leftovers.

“Just be silent, okay? My brother is kinda old and needs his full sleep hours” He winks at you as he slowly starts to slide inside you.

You bite your lip as you hold his shoulders, feeling his thick cock making a way through your wet walls.

“H–He’s just a year older— And I’m the same age as him. Fuck!” Your final swear comes out a little sharp and louder than your previous whispers, feeling his tip hitting fully inside with a hard thrust.

“See? Old people don’t listen to the younger ones, I told you to be silent.” He smirks, grabbing your hips as he thrusts devilishly slow.

“Fuck, go faster, idiot” You groan, throwing your head back as his lips reach for your nipples to suck them.

He lets out of your bud, leaving it hard and wet as he kisses your skin between them as he reaches the other.

“I need to go slow if you don’t want them to find us.” He groans, reaching the other nipple to also keep his mouth busy with something to not let out a lewd sound. 

You sigh, hugging his neck as you clench your cunt around him to make his movements harder as his fingers ding on the skin of your hips, groaning at the sweet grip of you around him.

“If you move a little faster, I…” You sigh, moving your hips upwards and backwards for more as his growls get more irrepressible. “I may let you cum inside.”

Porco widens his eyes by your words before starting to get a quicker peace, maybe your skins are not slapping too loud, but the wet sound of your pussy dripping with every thrust. He just shakes his head in answer as he takes more and more of your with his hips hitting on you.

You hug his neck, sinking your moans on his shoulder while he has to shut his eyes and look at the ceiling as he enjoys the sensation of your pussy tightening around him.

When your legs hug his waist to keep him closer, he lets out a tiny whine as he bites your shoulder to not groan loud. His morning hard was annoying him for a while, that’s the reason why he came to the kitchen to distract himself, but you came and… Well, this happened.

He’s already feeling close, he doesn’t wants to cum without making you do it too so he grabs your hips and starts hitting harder, without caring of the skin slapping sound or your moans now being so much less able to hold as you tighten on his cock.

“I–I’m close!” You moan against his ear, sending painful pulses on his crotch slamming between your legs. “M–Make me cum, please!”

“As my senior says.” He groans, pleased as his thrusts get harder until you legs around his waist hug him harder and you whine sharply his name feeling the waves of your orgasm showering you.

You shut your eyes, riding the orgasm with every thrust, expecting to feel the hot feeling of his cum on your cunt, but when he suddenly pulls out you open your eyes to the sight of him pumping his erection until his cum spread around your thighs and some drops in your fold’s entrance.

A guttural growl follows his orgasm, holding the counter on the sides of your thighs for support while you breathe hard, playing with his messy hair while he tries to recompose.

“What? Did you get scared of cum inside?” You ask with a shaky voice, grabbing your top from beside you to put it on again. “It could be that the kids of today don't know about birth control?”

He snorts, shaking his head as the kneels down to straighten again as he pulls up his sweatpants.

“I’m a good man who respects the desires of a girl who’s not sure of me cumming inside” He tilts his head, faking an innocent expression and you hit his shoulder as you look away with a  smile.

“Shut up, good man.”

“It’s good to see that you both finally get along.” A feminine voice calls for your attention and you both feel a cold sweat running through your foreheads as you look at Pieck smiling at you both half naked.

“Pieck! This is just—”

“No, you don’t have to say why you’re showing your pussy in full sight for Porco” She smiles, looking away as Porco awkwardly stands between your legs covering your intimacy. “Just dress up, and don’t worry, I brought everyone earplugs yesterday since Porco said that he’d finally make a move with his crush.”

She winks before walking away again as Porco swears at her between his teeths. You laugh softly, caressing his neck with your nails to get his attention back to you and see his soft blush.

“I’m not ready for the pregnancy part, but I guess that we can try some dates before.”

He had his fuckboy reputation, a guy who couldn’t stay with a girlfriend for more than two weeks if it happened the miracle that at least they had a few things in common out of sex. So, you doubted his feelings for you every time he insisted on how much he was in love with you.

One time, tired of his insistence and a little caught by his charm, you agreed and Eren almost bursted into tears thinking that you were joking with him. When you assure him that you were giving him a chance, he almost made you throw up by how fast he lifted you from your waist to spin you both in circles.

But, scared of him breaking your heart, you made a deal with him to not have sex until a month has passed. If he was really in love with you as he said it won’t be a problem, and he’s proving it with all his kindness along these three past weeks.

Actually, it’s been hard for you to resist.

All your friends always ask about how real is his reputation in sex, sharing the experiences that some girls have told them; his experience, knowledge about where to touch, his tongue, his size—

Fuck, you should stop remembering those things when you’re in his car.

“What’s wrong, babe?” Eren shrugs, squeezing your thigh playfully when he notices you spacing out in a red light. “You didn’t like the food? Or the movie?”

“No, no. I loved it, really.” You assure, grabbing his hand on your thigh to intertwine your finger with his and stop picturing his body between your legs, sweating and holding tight your legs as he pounds in you and says the dirtiest words—.

Stop!

“I’m just sleepy. In this month I usually get a lot of work to do, y’know” You continue, closing your eyes as he hums and keeps driving. That’s not fully a lie, since you were almost falling asleep on his shoulder during the movie when it got a little slow.

“You can sleep, I’ll be careful to drive slowly so you can rest a little.” He winks at you, feeding those warm tickles on your stomach every time he spoils you and nod with a blush.

When Eren arrives at your apartment, he shakes your shoulder softly to wake you up, opening your eyes from a little nap and having in front of your face his sharp features and dark green eyes on you has a big effect on you. 

He's attractive, so damn attractive. In connection to his confident personality you feel like a fly trapped in a spider's trap everytime you realize the feelings for him growing on your chest.

Breaking the small distance between your faces, you finally kiss him, tasting the salty flavor of the popcorn on his lips when he sighs softly by your action.

But still, he grins pleasantly as he returns the kiss.

He doesn’t waste the opportunity to grab your neck and deepen the kiss slowly, sucking softly on your tinted lips and making you shiver at the feeling of his fingers playing with your nap, giving you tickles. You bring up your hands quickly to grab his shoulders, scratching softly on his skin with your nails and whimper on his mouth, feeling your chest starting to beat harder as you clench your thighs against each other.

The temperature in his car starts to get hot as one of his hands plays with the verge of your shirt as you bite softly his lower lip. Eren groans on your lips and you feel like you’re about to stop fantasizing but he breaks your illusion by pulling back and resting his forehead against yours, licking his lips like he wants to taste the remains of your lips on him.

“You need to get inside before It gets late.”

You pout, still caressing his neck with your nails as you lean on him again for another kiss, he returns the kiss complaining everytime you pull back for air and he bites his lip to not let out a sound by how good it feels when you start digging your nails on him.

“It’s okay if I’m with you.” You say, in a shame tone that makes him laugh and give you a quick peck on the lips.

Tastes good, but it's not what you wanted.

“Come on, I know you’re tired. I’ll let you know when I arrive at my place, okay?” He grabs your face to kiss your forehead before leaning back to smile at you as you have to swallow your begs since you put that damn boundary of not having sex.

You get inside and take a long shower to forget about your desperation to, at least, get a little chance to make out with him. But he’s really serious about showing you that he doesn’t want you just for a hookup.

When you unlock your phone and see that he sent you a message to say that he arrived safely you can’t help but bite your lip at the idea that is popping up in your brain right now. You want to tempt him, to make his legs tremble in the same need as yours so he can ignore that damn boundarie.

It’s not that you can blame Eren for his relationships since you can’t even remember when you dated your last boyfriend. While you take off your clothes and take a good pose in front of your mirror in your white lingerie you can’t even remember if you shared nudes with your ex.

After taking some good photos and rambling around your room debating if it’s okay to do it since he’s working so hard on you. You decide that it’s now or nothing.

You press the blue bubble on the inferior right corner of your phone to send the picture and throw your phone at the bed as you cover your face with your hands to ignore it.

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃

Eren was scrolling on his social media while he was drinking a water bottle on the couch when the notification sound appeared on his screen. He smiles and opens your message with a smile predicting how cute will be your good night selfie but he chokes on his water with a loud cough that could’ve awakened Armin in his dorm.

He has to take a long look at the picture while his mouth gets dry even after taking a good sip of water. 

You were wearing a white lingerie, seated on your knees in front of your mirror while your free hand was holding one of your breasts, squeezing it between your soft fingers. Eren’s crotch immediately reacted at it even if he tried to hold it down in his pants by pressing his hand on there, using all his willpower to ignore his arousal.

His hand squeezes him above the pants, letting out a soft whine. He’s so fucking horny. Especially after every date you’ve had in these past three weeks.

Opposite to what you thought, Eren is aching in pain to at least hear how it sounds the smallest and thinner of your moans. But he understands your doubts, so he agreed to your condition of not having sex, he’s fucking madly in love with you and, for the first time in his life, he doesn’t want to blew this.

He loves everything about you; your eyes, your smile, the way you laugh, the way you squeeze his biceps every time he kisses you for a little longer, how you squirm under him when he tickles you… He loves to imagine how would you look like being a fucked out mess under him.

Still, he decides to play the role of the responsible one in the relationship when he presses the call button.

“Hello?” You answer, with the most innocent tone of voice in the world. And he’s going crazy with the hard effect that sends another squeeze on his crotch.

And, well… He can’t hold the groan in reaction. Breathing heavy on the phone.

“H–Hey?... ‘Ren, are you there?” Another squeeze, this time a painful moan comes through your speaker. “Eren, is everything fine!?”

“How am I supposed to be fine when you are sending me that when I’m supposed to sleep?” He answers, in what you think is an angry tone, but you feel like you reached your intention.

So you have to keep going until you receive what you want.

“What are you talking about? I just wanted to wish you good dreams” You pout at the phone, grinding your thighs against each other as the shiver through your spine as you hear the hard breathing. “You didn’t like it?”

Eren laughs raspy through the phone and you have to bite your lip to not moan at the effect that it has on the pool growing between your legs.

“Am I supposed to be happy with you tempting me to break our deal?”

"It's just that I missed you" Eren knows that change of tone in your voice, that breathy words and the sheets moving. Are you still using that lingerie? Are you naked? Fuck— "Are you mad at me?"

He has thrown back his head on the back of the couch while his hand keeps rubbing on the hard erection growing on his pants. Eren is avoiding the temptation of letting his pain be free and pump all the pain away as he tells you all the ways he wants to bend you and make you scream his name.

No, no. He has to be a good boyfriend.

“It could be that you don’t want to fuck me?” You whine, starting to rub small circles on your clothed clit, finally letting go some small whimpers and light moans. Eren shuts his eyes harshly as his hand slowly zips down his pants.

His length jumps immediately out from his jeans as soon as he pulls them down. His tip is swollen and tense, even his balls are heavy and painful after the kissing on his car.

"I–I'm so, so wet, Eren! I want you to fuck me until I feel like a ragdoll!" You whine, turning on the bed to lie on your stomach as your fingers rub faster circles on your clit.

But, a good boyfriend would leave you halfway like that?

“Don’t fucking say that,” The pain between his legs has been finally let out, convincing himself that if it’s through the phone it doesn’t counts as sex. “I want to fuck you as much as I want to see you— Fuck! S–Smiling”

His hand finally started pumping from his tip to his base to lubricate himself with his precum. He feels more sensitive than other times, his voice even shakes softly on the speaker while he tries to keep it low to not wake up Armin.

The way his teeths are digging hard on his lower lip to not moan so hard by how sensitive his cock is might end up on a bleeding cut on his lips. Fuck— Why did you both had to choose to masturbate through the phone right now?

His try to keep his voice low makes him sound more huskier, and you love how he groans your name in that delicious and shaky low volume.

“Then stop playing,” You whine through a moan, moving your panties aside to start rubbing softly your entrance with your tips. “Come ooon— I’m so wet for you, Eren”.

"If I fuck you now we'll be in trouble, dear."

"Why?" You whine, trembling as your fingers rub up and down against your entrance. "I need you badly, 'Ren."

“Yeah…?” He whines, squeezing his length as he pumps trying to restrain the wet sounds with a slow peace that tortures him. God, why does Armin have that damn light sleep? “Turns out that I’m also harder than ever for you, babe. I wanted to— Agh! To bend you on the damn table and mark all your body”.

You sink the moans against the pillow, but Eren groans in anger hearing the strangled moan.

“Don’t hold your sweet sounds, darling. Please, don’t tease me more than this month without sex”.

“‘Ren” You whimper as you introduce two fingers inside your soaking cunt from hearing all his pleas. Eren is always flirty and confident, but it seems that he has a whiny side under his mask of heartbreaker fuckboy. 

"I bet that your tiny fingers can't fill you as good as mine— God! They can't even feel you as my cock it would, right?"

You tremble hard, riding your hand as you nod against the pillow.

"Y–Yes! I… I need your fingers; your mouth; y–your everything!" You cry, resting your cheek against the pillow as you try to keep the phone against your ear while the other digs your fingers inside your cunt.

“Oh, baby. You don’t know how bad I want to make you cry my name again and again” You hear the sound of cloth moving and a soft echo of wet dripping on the speaker. “To ruin all your pretty makeup as you take all my dick between those sweet, puffy lips— Fuck, I… I love you so much, dear!”

Eren shuts his eyes, trying to picture on his head the more accurate image of you fingering yourself in front of him: such a whiny mess of drool and sweat, begging for him to stuff your little puffy cunt with his fat cock.

Even through the waves of pleasure running through your body as you slide a third finger that creates a mess of dripping juices on the bed, you feel a warm tickling on your chest by his words. You’re not sure if the shake in your voice is caused by your fingers pushing in and out or the sudden shyness growing.

“I… I l–love you t— Fuck!” You arch your back when your palm accidentally rubs against your swollen clit, making your legs shake as Eren growls on the other side. He doesn't even need more photos and even less a video, he’s just happy to be getting off to your sweet moans and whimpers. “I love you too—! Fuck!”

“Y–Yes, yes! That 's it, baby! Please— Please, cum with me” Eren keeps his eyes shut and squeezes hard his length with fast pumps until he cums groaning between his teeths and spreads all his load around his thighs. On the other side, you squirm and cry out loud his name as your body trembles and your juices drip down along your folds and thighs.

“‘Ren…” You whimper, still spasming and riding solwly your fingers while you hear him breathing hard on the other side. He doesn’t answer and you take a deep breath before asking again. “‘Ren!”

“So–Sorry… I was… Breathing” He chuckles, breath taken, the cute try of him clearing his throat  makes you laugh softly on the speaker even if you’re also struggling to stay awake. “What’s so funny, huh?”

You laugh again, speaking softly and pulling out your fingers as you bite your lip to hold the tiny moan.

“I… I was thinking that you’re cute when you’re horny.”

“Cute?” He snorts, opening his eyes slowly trying to focus his view after shouting them so hard. “I’ll dare you to call me cute when I finally fuck you.”

"So… You'll finally let me test how real are the rumors about my favorite fuckboy?"

“It could be that you only want me for my body? So that means that your previous “I love you” was fake?” He pretends to be offended, smirking at the other side. “You, bad woman. Taking advantage of me”

"Eren!" You whine, all blushed from the post orgasm tiring and embarrassment. "I love you and I want you to fuck me, I can wish for both at the same time."

Eren snorts, trying to ignore the soft bounce on his dick.

"No way, dear. I'm a man of word and I'll keep it until the month has passed," He knows that you definitely pouted. "But after that, be ready for me to not let you sleep for a whole week."

You laugh audibly, like music for his ears and he smiles as you both keep a small talk until you start yawning and he cuts the call.

Eren laughs looking at the screen showing your contact. He’s about to think about what to do with his dirty pants but a towel falling on his lap startles him, he looks up pale to find his blonde best friend glaring down like he wants to strangle him.

“Look,” Armin pinches the bridge of his nose, wrinkling his eyebrows. “I’m happy that you finally got a girlfriend that you actually love. But next time at least do it in your dorm or buy me some earplugs”.

Eren nods repeatedly as his friend waves in dismissal and walks back to his dorm.

“You’re the best” Eren screams at him while he cleans his mess.

“You’re not!”