#erejean

eren’s not a bad guy, you swear 

he loves you, truly madly and deeply 

people just don’t understand the way he loves you, but that's okay, it isn’t for them to understand 

there’s a level of trust and intimacy within relinquishing control over oneself into someone else’s hands, and not many people are able to grasp that, but you and eren have a perfect understanding of it, and it works well for you both 

some if not most would say he’s just downright mean to you, but you don’t see it that way

eren isn’t mean, he’s powerful, and you love giving your entire being to him 

however, it wasn’t always this… intense 

eren has typically always just leaned into a leadership type of role in nearly every situation presented to him, it was hard for him to not

he could command a room just by entering it 

that didn’t cease once he entered a relationship with you. if anything, you happily let him become the main decision maker between the two of you

he seemed to know what was best for you anyway, so why not? 

that’s why you think it’s so funny to you when people think eren’s mean to you

because he’s the one taking care of you and making sure you remember to eat three times a day, not just a bunch of non-filling snacks throughout the day 

it started off as him gently reminding you that maybe it was time to grab some lunch or some dinner with him, to him gradually snatching the bag of chips out of your hand and forcing you to sit on his kitchen island and in his field of vision while he made you a proper meal, shooting you a hard glare if he noticed your hand dare inch back towards your chips or some candy he keeps in his miscellaneous drawer 

and sometimes when you’re bad he makes you eat from the pale pink porcelain dish near the dining table, but that’s just a consequence of your own actions, that isn’t eren being mean, he’s just holding you accountable! 

he’ll sit at the table and watch you eat, making sure you lick that bowl clean enough to where he can see his goddamn reflection 

at first it felt humiliating to be told to eat out of a fucking dog bowl off the ground, but you  could be so disobedient, you had to be kept in line somehow! 

but honestly? the view of eren you had when padding to him on all fours after you were done eating made it so worth it every time

his big strong arms would be folded over his chest while he peered down at you, the soft shadows from the hazy lighting in his kitchen draping over his nose and handsome features while the jade color in his eyes nearly made you forget the dull throb of pain in your knees from crawling over to him 

he’d grace you with a lazy side smile, cocking his head at you expectantly 

“forgetting something, baby?” 

and of course you did, like a silly puppy 

you’d circle back and return with the bowl held between your teeth, setting it down to eagerly show him it was empty 

he’d rub behind your ear and coo at you in a way that some would cringe at with a sense of being patronized 

but you? oh you loved it. of course you did, because all you saw was your boyfriend being proud of you, and who wouldn’t love that? 

then he'd have you follow him into the bathroom, and he’d have you watch as he wipes your face up, dabbing away the mess across your lips and chin, tsk’ing you quietly

“you’re such a messy little mutt.” he’d utter beside your ear, but you knew it was said with love, because after he’d toss the wipes away, he’d grab your cheeks, squeezing them until your lips smushed together before leaning down to kiss you hard 

he knows you’d never be happy with anyone else but him, that the dynamic you two share is something you need 

you need to have this kind of law and order in your life, and eren is just the kind of man to give it to you

he still remembers the day he realized that he had the power to tell you to do just about anything and that you'd listen.

it made him burn up with unadulterated excitement and made his cock twitch with anticipation at all the ways he was going to wrangle you into true obedience 

you two were cuddled up on the couch with friends, all watching the conjuring together 

it was dark in the living room, the only source of light being the glow from the tv 

eren’s back was leaned into the couch while yours was to his front, his arms wrapped securely around your waist 

you jumped for the millionth time that night from a jumpscare, flushing embarrassedly as the majority of your friends laughed at how easily you got scared

“fuck you guys, that was scary! i nearly pissed myself,” you whined, shifting slightly to hide the side of your face in eren’s chest

the rumbling from his laughter vibrated against your cheek as he rubbed your back, hearing his faint murmurs of,”my poor crybaby.”  

“ugh whatever,” you huffed playfully, straightening yourself out in eren’s arms 

after a few moments you sighed, having begrudgingly decided that you needed to get up. “i’m gonna go to the bathroom, i’ll be right back,” you whispered in eren’s ear, gearing to push yourself off of the him and the couch

but his arms tightened around you, not bothering to tear his eyes away from the screen

“hold it.” he said simply, keeping you in his arms 

you laughed quietly and confusedly, trying to pry his arms off of you without drawing attention to yourselves 

“eren stop i’m serious, let go, i actually do need to pee,” 

“and i’m serious. i said, hold. it.” he repeated, slowly turning his head towards you, his gaze following last as he allowed his words to settle a bit more firmly the second time around 

your eyes went a little wide with mild shock at his response, unsure of what to say, still wondering if he was fucking with you or not 

“wh-what? why?” you whispered, and he tightened his grip around your waist, a half smile breaking across his face at your shaky whimper, knowing he was testing your bladder 

“you’re keeping me warm and i’m not ready for you to leave yet. so hold it. i’ll tell you when you can go, okay baby? just watch the movie for now.” he held your chin, guiding your gaze back to the tv 

you just nodded meekly, giving in to him a lot more easily than he expected, and he fucking loved it, fucking loved how you just gave in with little to no resistance. he knew he could have some fun with it 

he ran his hands up and down your thighs languidly, knowing he was erupting an outbreak of goosebumps across your skin 

he ran his palm over your inner thighs, feeling from behind your back your intake of a quiet but sharp breath 

his fingertips found your cunt, slowly rubbing you over your pajama bottoms, the thick blanket laying across your bodies shielding his actions from your friends 

“you better not piss in my fucking lap. you hear me?” he muttered in your ear, circling over your clit through the seam in your bottoms 

you swallowed hard, nodding as your hands curled around the cushion of the couch while he tortured you with his fingers, trying your very best to not accidentally make a mess and embarrass yourself in front of all your friends. you wouldn’t even know how to explain yourself if that happened!

he dragged his fingers over your aching pussy over and over, and it felt so fucking good

you hated it, you felt disgusting if anything, but you’d learn soon that there was pleasure to be found within the grotesque

you didn’t want to admit it but holding in your pee felt really good, and paired with the way eren was rubbing you, it was sort of like an uncanny valley version of heaven 

it felt so good but in a weird, and almost familiar way, different but the same, all while shamefully welcomed by you 

the pressure from holding it in weighed hard on your g-spot and eren made it so much worse for you by adding more friction 

he gripped your hip and pulled you closer into him, forcing you to stop squirming and stay still while he pressed his hard cock against your lower back 

“can feel you soaking through your pajamas, it better not be what i think it is.” he murmured in your ear, pressing harder against your clit

your whimper was drowned out by the movie and unnoticed by everyone else but eren as you shook your head 

“i-i didn’t i swear,” you promised, and he laughed, slipping his hand beneath the waistband of your panties and pajamas

“yeah? lemme check.” he dragged the pads of his fingers over your cunt, his cock twitching upon feeling how fucking drenched you were

“you’re so gross baby, who gets wet just from holding in their piss?” he snickered softly in your ear, circling your hole with his middle finger

you gasped sharply, trying your best to not leak out on his fingers

your eyes watered as the pleasure started to twinge into something slightly painful, but even that felt good, and you couldn’t understand why 

“pl-please, ‘ren, i-i really need to go,” you pleaded under your breath, nearly trembling in his lap 

finally, when you thought he never would, he took pity on you and pulled his hand out of your pants and patted your ass, silently motioning for you to go 

“hope you make it to the bathroom, baby.” he teased in your ear before you ripped the blanket off and scurried away 

from then on he played with what he could get away with, and spoiler alert, there was a lot  

for example, most girls would probably deck their boyfriends if he dared to try and spank them in the middle of an argument as if they were a child, but not you 

no, you lay across his lap and take each swat like a champ, sobbing quietly to yourself as he bruises the shape of his hand into your flesh 

he brands his handprint into your ass, cruel and unforgiving as he starts all over again the second you miscount how many times he’s spanked you 

then he’ll mount you, he’ll bend you over the foot of the bed and shove your panties just under your knees and fuck you hard, his hips set to a punishing pace while you do nothing but take it 

he won’t go slow but he won’t go too fast either, he’ll pull a little more than halfway out and slam in, big hands groping at your ass, pulling you apart to watch himself disappear inside you while he spits into your asshole, rubbing it in with his thumb 

he wants you to feel him deep inside you, wants you to know he owns you – like, truly and genuinely owns you

it knocks the wind out of you when he fucks you like this, especially when he leans down to wrap his hand around your throat, one tight squeeze away from cutting off your air supply as he stuffs you to the hilt with his cock 

he loves to mutter terrible things in your ear too when he fucks you, and loves to feel you pulse around him when you try and act like he’s being too mean

who’re you kidding, he knows you love it. he knows you better than you know yourself 

“tell me you’re my girl,” he’ll start off, breathless and panting in your ear, hunched over your back while his cock drills you 

“m’your girl eren, m’yours!” you cry out, lips smushed from the way he’s squeezing your face

and then his hand will slip to your throat, gripping it firmly as he rests his forehead over the side of your head, starting to pound his cock so deep and so hard you try to squirm from it, but he doesn’t let you, he pins you with his free hand, pushing you right back to the mattress, sliding in all the way and going still, forcing you to feel him lodged inside you 

“now tell me you’re my bitch.” he grits in your ear, tightening his hand threateningly, rolling his hips far into you, nudging your cervix with his fat tip

“i-i’m your bitch ‘ren,” you wheeze slightly, your eyes rolling back from how deliciously delirious you are 

when he’s satisfied he releases your throat and grabs you, wasting no time to manhandle you onto your back

he’ll hold himself by his soaked shaft, tapping your aching clit with his tip before pushing back in, groaning at how good your pussy feels while he continues fucking you 

he palms at your breasts, smacking them and watching while seemingly hypnotized at how they bounce from his thrusts

he’ll pinch your nipples and snicker when you wince, whining as your shoulders curl inwards at the dull pain

he’ll do the same thing with your clit, lightly pinching it without hurting you, just teasing you by withholding the type touch you crave, knowing he’s holding you back from cumming by not rubbing you the way he knows you need 

he’ll make you beg him to let you cum, he loves watching you paw at him like a little fucking cock hungry pup, bucking your hips pathetically over him, back nearly arching off the bed as you plead with him to just rub your clit 

he’ll raise his hand and slap you across your cheek, holding back most of his strength, giving you just enough to not be in much pain, but still letting you know he’s firm and serious, that he could do it again, and harder if you made him 

but you love it, he can feel your pussy grip his cock when he hits you, how your eyes dilate with an aroused adoration upon impact, nearly curling into his palm like a fucking touch starved puppy 

and when he lets you cum, it’s one of the most beautiful sights he’s ever seen

he loves watching how an orgasm he gave you sends you into such a deeply primal state, how you’re reduced to writhing below him, sobbing and babbling incoherencies, and it is all from his cock and his fingers pressed to your clit 

he’ll use your limp body like a toy, gripping your hips and pulling you towards the edge of the bed until only your shoulders are touching the mattress, fucking into your overly sensitive cunt until he cums

he’s such a sight to behold when he’s like that, and you can’t help but soak in how beautiful he is above you 

he’ll have a few strands of his hair stuck to his sweaty forehead, his pretty face will be screwed in pure pleasure while he groans and pants out your name and other vulgarities that make your abused pussy throb around him 

“fu–uck, you’re gripping the shit out of me,” he’ll pant out with a breathless laugh, throwing his head back while he uses you to reach his orgasm 

“good fuckin’ bitch, tight fucking pussy, s’all mine,” 

“i own you, i f-fuckin – shit, i own you.” 

“my little whore, mmh fuck, such a good pussy,” 

and when he cums, he pushes all the way inside you, groaning loudly as he spills deep in your cunt 

he’ll take his time pulling out, wincing at the loss of your wet and tight warmth 

he’ll make you keep your legs open to watch his cum start to trickle out of you, a deep sense of pride overtaking him every time 

“don’t you dare let it spill out.” 

and before your brain can process it, you’ll cup yourself and let the cum pool over your curled fingers

“rub it over your cunt. wanna see you all fuckin’ messy.” 

you obey, as always, ignoring how painfully sensitive you are as you rub his cum all over your pussy, trying to not twitch when you graze your clit 

he’ll of course take a few photos, how could he not? something as fucking gorgeous as that deserves to be immortalized 

he cleans you up afterwards of course, because like you said, he’s not mean! 

something else he loves to have you do is suck his cock while he’s on the phone or working from home

he’ll be laying in bed, one hand behind his head while the other holds the phone to his ear, or in his office, typing on his laptop, and you’ll be there, rushing to him the second he snaps and points at the floor beside him 

you’ll do as you’re expected to and fish out his cock, eagerly bringing it to your mouth

he really likes doing it when he’s on the phone with jean

he knows his friend has a little crush on you, and there’s just something about watching you take his fat cock down your throat while he talks casually to his friend, knowing that jean would fucking kill to be in his place

sometimes he’ll mute himself and lay his phone on his chest and just put jean on speaker, throwing his head back while he holds you by the nape of your neck, thrusting into your mouth 

“good fucking bitch, god look at you,” he’ll breathe out, lulling his chin forward to watch his cock inch past your lips, addicted to the sight of you taking him down your throat 

and you live to please him, so all you can do is squeeze your eyes shut and balance your hands over his hips while you take him deeper 

best part is, jean has no idea

or, so eren thought, at least up until the last time he did it 

“you really talk to her like that?” jean scoffed, and you both went still, eyes wide and hearts sunken all the way to your asses

eren slowly picked up his phone, swallowing hard when he saw he pressed the keypad instead of the mute button 

“sh-shit dude it isn’t what–” 

“i swear if you’re about to tell me it isn’t what i think it is, i will actually beat the shit out of you.” 

“i’m sorry jean,” you apologized softly, feeling ashamed and embarrassed as you rose upwards, crawling into eren’s arms as he held you, rubbing your back while you rested on his chest 

“don’t apologize sweetheart, you didn’t do anything wrong,” he said gently to you, and eren’s brows furrowed, immediately sensing something shifting in the air

“eren should be apologizing, he’s so mean to you, even when you’re being so sweet and sucking him off while he talks to his best friend.” 

eren clenched his jaw, tightening his arm around you 

before he could say anything, you beat him to the punch

“h-he’s not mean to me!” you defended, and a small humorous but endeared smile spread over eren’s lips, leaning down to kiss your hairline

but jean laughed, and eren could just see that asshole on the other side, shaking his head at your words 

“oh no? he calls you a bitch while he’s fucking your throat sweetheart, sounds kinda mean to me. or, sorry, should i call you puppy instead –” 

eren sat up, fuming as he gripped his phone hard 

“alright jean that’s enough, what the fuck do you want, huh?” he gritted, glaring at nothing, probably envisioning jean’s face as he stared daggers at the empty space on your bedroom floor

“facetime me.” jean responded simply and you gaped at eren, flickering your eyes from his to his phone

“are you out of your fucking mind–” 

“fine, don’t. i’ll just tell everyone you like to call your friends and make your poor little girlfriend suck your dick while you do it.” 

“he…he doesn’t make me,” you weakly added, and eren shot you a look, silently telling you to just be quiet 

“right, my mistake.” jean laughed wryly

eren was silent for a moment, before huffing and facetiming him

“okay. now what, asshole?” eren asked irritatedly as soon as jean came into view

you hid away from the camera, still reeling from the reality of the situation

“where’d our little puppy go?” 

eren’s jaw clenched, unaware of how jean’s question made your chest flutter 

“she’s next to me. why?” 

“y’know eren, you’re not slick like you think you are. i can see you touching her under the blanket when we come over, i can see the way she hides her face in your neck and pretends to fall asleep while you’ve got your hand between her legs, but you know what i can’t see?” 

“what.” eren gritted, glaring hard at jean through the phone

“i can never quite see what’s happening for sure under that blanket that you never seem to let her crawl out from whenever we’re at your place.” he sighed, trying to dull the smug grin curling in the corners of his lips

“what’re you trying to say jean, you wanna watch my girlfriend suck my dick?” he uttered, and you watched jean shrug casually 

“or i could come over and have her suck mine. whichever you prefer. or whichever she prefers. hell, maybe she’d like that, what do you think, sweetheart?” jean called out for you, and you couldn’t lie, the way he spoke about you and to you made you throb

but so did eren’s furious gaze

“fuck you jean, you fucking asshole—” 

“hey, i’m not the guy who gets off on getting my dick sucked while i call my friends.” 

“but you’ll get off watching it?” eren cocked his head, a sardonic half smile on his lips

jean just gave him a shit eating grin and shrugged once more 

and that was how you found yourself back on eren’s cock, bobbing your head while jean watched

eren angled his phone to provide jean the view he wanted, hating how the sound of one of his best friends jerking off to his girlfriend didn’t turn him off. it just made him twitch in your mouth

“she takes you so fucking well eren, y’think she’d take me like that?” he groaned shakily, pumping his heavy cock

you opened your eyes, gazing at the way jean jerked off to you, your body thrumming with an electrifying heat at the sight, your poor pussy aching at the thought of having both men at the same time

eren was panting as he struggled to keep the phone upright, watching you as he thrusted into your mouth, exhaling humorously when you gagged

“yeah. she’ll take you down her throat if i tell her to.” 

“you got such a good girl wrapped ‘round your finger, what the fuck did you ever do to deserve somethin’ like that?” jean breathed out, running his thumb over his leaking tip when you poked eren’s cockhead into your cheek 

you snuck your hand between your thighs and rubbed your clit, feeling unbearably horny with your boyfriend’s cock in your mouth and with his best friend jerking off in front of you

eren tapped your cheek roughly, raising a brow at you 

“did i say you could touch yourself?” 

you shook your head shyly, withdrawing your hand and bringing it back to eren’s hip while you dragged your tongue over him 

“let her touch her little pussy eren, don’t be such a fucking dick.” jean gritted, squeezing the base of his cock, wanting to see you rub your clit while looking at him 

“shut the fuck up jean,” eren groaned, before sighing and nodding at you, wordlessly giving you permission to continue 

you moaned with relief when you brought your fingers back to your clit, rubbing as you let eren fuck your mouth, your eyes glued to jean’s

“fuck, does that feel good, sweetheart?” you nodded around eren’s cock, your moans vibrating through him 

“so pretty, know you’d look prettier with my cock down your throat instead, ‘know you would,” he shuddered, his head falling back while he rolled his hips into his fist

eren didn’t snap back at him, he just groaned, sending a hard thrust into your mouth, hating the way that the image of jean fucking your face made his cock throb on your tongue 

“yeah? want both of our cocks, baby? think you can handle both?” eren panted, and you whimpered, bucking your hips into your hand 

“oh she likes the thought of that,” jean breathed out, a smile gracing his face as his brows drew together 

“shit,” eren groaned, almost dropping his phone as he felt himself nearing his orgasm 

“got a little somethin’ for ya jeanboy,” he grunted, slipping his cock out from your lips 

he jerked himself off, grunting gutturally before he came, spurting thick ropes across your face 

jean swallowed hard, his cock twitching in his fist, tugging desperately before he followed shortly after, his eyes scanning over your cum stained face, pretending it was his own instead of his best friend’s 

“god, you’re so fuckin’ pretty, sweetheart,” he breathed out, cumming all over his fist, watching you peer at him with anticipation,

he could just tell that you were just egging him on, with your pretty bashful smile as you gazed at him, your tongue darting out to lap up some of eren’s cum from the corner of your lips

“got what you wanted?” eren breathed out, swiping some of cum with his thumb and bringing it to your lips

with one facetime screenshot, jean nodded, grinning smugly