#eren

it’s his pet names that linger instead— sounding all soft and familiar, worn warm from use. the ones he returns to without thinking, like second nature. schatzi. simply sweet. ever so precious. the word curls from his mouth with an ease that feels almost absentminded, yet never careless. and liebling, his favorite, his darling. it’s usually spoken quieter, closer, like it belongs to you and him alone.

those are the few words you come to know. not by translation, but how they’re given. by the way his voice lowers around them, the way they brush against your skin like something tangible.

mixed by blood, eren's heritage lives in the small details about him more than anything else; his cadence, his features, his mannerisms. he doesn't necessarily talk about it. his tongues, german and turkish, live elsewhere. like in fleeting moments on the phone with his family, voice softened with a familiarity different from the kind he shows you.

it's admirable, how effortlessly he slips into the rhythm of home when catching up with his mother and father. you hear it only then, in fragments and tones, something distant. you try to glimpse into that part of him, but he leaves it unshared. 

it isn't that your boyfriend withholds any aspects of his life, or his culture, from you. rather, he lets untranslatable words fall as they come, shaped more by his feeling than intentionality. there's a certain intimacy in that. he thinks that you don't have to understand every syllable to feel the weight of it.

because with him, it's about how it lingers in the space between you long after the words have fallen away.

you know eren doesn’t make much use of deutsch in his everyday life, no. it remains tucked away as the one thing he doesn't reach for, but something that exists all the same. and maybe, that's what makes it all the more enticing, when it surfaces in the moments his control finally begins to slip.

it’s in those instances, when his breath grows uneven and composure frays at the edges, that something from deep within him begins to rise unbidden. words he doesn't consciously choose, tones he typically wouldn't shape, leaving him in a low, broken lilt. there's nothing intentional about it, just the rawness of instinct when the sensation is so overwhelming that he can't help himself any longer.

and in that unraveling, there's something disarmingly sensual. not just the act itself, or the hot slide of his hands when he touches you, but a side of him that can't be hidden away, revealed only when he's too far gone to hold it back.

"scheisse!"

it slips out of him without warning. his mind’s so muddled by the way your dewy walls squeeze his cock that he doesn’t even think to translate. he’s drawn fully into the hilt of your gushing pussy, his presence heavy both in-and-outside of you. he's got you splayed out on your back, displayed ever so beautifully, soft textured hair fanning out on the pillows, like that of a halo. how fitting, for his precious angel. 

eren has you tucked under the breadth of him and slovenly folded into missionary, your body immovably pressed beneath the heat and heaviness of his imposing frame. his attention narrows on you, you, you, until nothing else seems to exist outside of it.

your trembling leg is held in his left palm, secured at the pit of your knee as he guides it up against your shoulder as a means to fucks deeper into you. his other hand rests hot upon your waist, grip tightening whenever you react, kneading at warm brown flesh whenever you clamp down on him. he's unrelenting with how he draws out, plows in, does it again, again, again. dense clapping resounds in hollow echoes throughout the dim-lit bedroom of his paradis-city penthouse.

"e—ren! eren, erennn,” his name falls fractured from your lips, each syllable hitching as it leaves you. he hears it, and something in him shifts. a slow, unmistakable reaction that pulls at the corner of his mouth before it fully settles into a smile. it spreads wide, brazen and sharp in a way that looks as feral as he feels; all teeth, cutting sharp and boyish across his face, features drawn tight with ardor.

pleasure has already taken hold of him; face flushed, sweat gathering and rolling in narrow paths down his skin. his dark manbun sits slightly undone at the base of his head, loose strands slipping free to cling to his temples and the nape of his neck, his tattooed body damp with the same heat that coats him. his brows, thick and dark, knit tightly together, while his bright-teal eyes stay intense and wild, fixed on you with a look that doesn’t waver. you’re his maker and weakness alike, the only thing holding his focus together as he unravels for you.

"komm schon, engel," eren dips low, his large frame folding over yours, shoulders rounding as he closes the space between you, brushing the plush of your lips with his own. "hngh, wha—?" you whine against his mouth, needing of clarity. his breath is warm and close when he murmurs, earnest for a taste of your lips, "küss mich."

you don’t fully comprehend him, but eren closes the gap regardless, until there’s nowhere left for your voice to go but into him. his large hand lifts up, cups your jaw nice and steady, tilts you upwards just enough to meet him as he presses his lips to yours. firm at first, then deeper, more claiming than it is gentle. when he pulls back, it’s only by a breath’s width, enough for the curve of his smile to linger against your mouth. 

his hips take to a slow roll, grinding into yours so sweetly. the rounded end of his hard cock nudges the inner pudge of your softest spots, with the lean ridge of his pelvis brushing over the sensitive peak of your clit. the both of you hold no inhibitions, breaths pouring into each other's mouths in uneven waves, panting and moaning with not a sound refrained.

him and you, you and him, him in you. all sense becomes lost in a heated slew of sloppy strokes and the wettest kisses. he's making such a mess of you; stealing your breath, bruising your flesh, fucking stirring your insides.

for eren, countless sensations begin to merge. your velveteen walls are clamping down, tight, on his pulsing dick, dripping and sobbing all over the length of it. then there's the way you cling to him, just ferocious. the powder-white arch of your fresh nails do well at drawing fiery marks down the broad plane of his tatted back. his olive skin is warm and damp under your palms, glowing sheen with a film of sweat. 

your breath brushes against the reddening shell of his pierced ear, sounds uneven and soft in a way that makes him grow impossibly harder. eren responds in kind, groans amplified, his hold at your waist tightening just enough to keep you anchored to the you-shaped dip in his king sized mattress. you're so pretty, so perfect; behaving so well that all he wants to do is just give you more. 

so he does. 

"shh, lass mich einfach . . stillhalten." eren’s hands span down your shaking thighs, dancing around around your calf until they close around both of your ankles. his fingers wrap fully, thumbs rubbing circles while the rest of his grip adjusts you without effort. he translates what he knows you didn't catch, "don't move." 

eren shapes the physical space between you, and he continues to bend you at angles until the right silhouette is captured. he brings your knees toward your shoulders, folding the form until thighs press firmly against the core of your tummy. shifting his weight low, he transitions into a deep squat, strong thighs flexed as he assumes the position of sitting on his haunches, all without pulling out of you.

with the new vantage, he drives forward and plunges into the tightness of you with sudden, intense momentum that draws the sharpest, most involuntary cry from your lungs— a sound that brings a knowing smile to his face. eren frees self-satisfied laughter, for he always manages to pry out the very reaction he sought to provoke. he finds your body familiar. so easy to mold, too easy to play with.

"ffuuuck! p-please, papaaa, please—"

his response comes rippling out as an unintended growl, sourced from the depths of his chest, and the bass of it makes you clench helplessly around him. with every surge, every thrust forward, he loses another piece of his restraint. an especially taut squeeze of your soaked pussy is all it takes for his snark to dissolve into total surrender.

"fuck . . du bist so eng," his words grow reckless to match just how you undo him. he rambles on about just how tight you are, freeing terribly desperate praise and german incoherencies. he's too far gone to realize he'd even switched languages. frankly, eren doesn't even know what he's saying anymore, and you sure as hell don’t either. it’s hard to follow when he’s digging you out like that; hips slamming down, the fat of his balls clapping against the seam of your ass with every thrust.

more foreign words tumble from his lips— dark, guttural, yet somehow melodic, leaving you in a haze of both lust and confusion. despite it, your body understands the intent perfectly. the way you arch into him, cunt swallowing every known inch of his dick whole, slick walls clamping around him like a desperate vice, tells him everything he needs to know. 

eren finally seems to be returning to himself, eyes clearing as he grows aware; and with that, comes the teasing. another predatory smirk pulls at his mouth as he realizes just how cockdrunk he’s made you, sensitive even down to the veins that drag within you. and so, he draws out the friction, slows his pace to an agonizing crawl, buries himself into you with impossible depth.

each heavy thrust knocks at your cervix and prods at the very limit of you, blunt and demanding, as if he’s trying to leave his mark on your very soul. he's so all-consuming that the heady scent of his skin and the licking heat of his salt-slicked body fills your lungs. you’re crying, you think, unsure as to when it started. all you know is you’re breathing him in, tasting the raw, primal edge of him with every gasp and tear you choke on. 

"aww, poor baby,” he croons, tone darkened with condescend, “macht dich das an, schatzi?" he murmurs, the grunted slew of german humming against your skin. he’s asking if it turns you on— the suddenly rough shift into his mother tongue, and though the meaning of his words escape your mind, you can only nod helplessly, teeth sinking into the swell of your spit-streaked lip as a flush burns across your chest.

"feels good, yeah? i'm fucking you so deep, aren't i? mm, c'mon, angel . . . talk to me, talk to daddy." he eases more of his weight onto your pressed frame, feeding you deep, languid strokes so slow you can hear the wetness sloshing.

"yeahhh, it's good, er-en . . hnn, feelssogood, d-daddyyy," his name tears out of you in a pulled shudder, the syllables breaking over one another. it’s the type of sound that invites his wolfish grin, curled with a special kind of satisfaction. his smile is purely predatory when he gets to hitching your leg up higher, rocking into you faster. the lewdness of unfiltered noise begins to swell throughout the room.

before long, you're both trembling over the pace he’s taken; his fingers twitching along your pushed-up thighs, while you're left grappling for purchase along his bulging, corded biceps, your fingers digging into the sinuous centipede inked across his firm rounded muscle. frantically, you cling to one another as the world outside seems to fade away.

eren leans in, ink-dark strands escaping his hairtie, feathering your neck, and cascading over his shoulder to curtain your faces. overzealous, he captures your lips with his own once more, silencing your soft sounds with a deep kiss that tastes as saccharine as love itself, wettened by the salted twinge of adrenaline. his moans tumble out of him helplessly once you get to licking at his tongue. he juts it out for you to suckle on.

the tension brews to a fever pitch. you’re close, and so is he.

"komm und hol mich," he wants—no, needs you to cum for him, pleads in breathless sounds so gritty that you can feel them pass through your bones. those bright-teal eyes, glassed over with brimming tears of pleasure, desperately lock onto yours. his touch is just as urgent.

eren brings the calloused pad of his thumb to your clit, each deliberate rub a targeted press that sends fresh jolts of heat spiraling through your tummy, makes your hips buck up into the onslaught. his breath comes out in ragged puffs as his fleshy, kiss-bruised lips meet your ear, grazing the shell, words unfamiliar yet sweet all the same. “komm auf meinen schwanz, bitte.” the vulnerable rawness of his voice is a love language all in its own. something in you knows to follow his command, even if the meaning is a mystery. 

that building pressure low in your gut begins to coil, tightening into a concentrated knot that demands release. it’s a heavy, mercurial ache that pulses in sync with his movements, making your vision swim as you reach the precipice. your every nerve-ending screams for the sweet, sweet release that only his next deliberate strike can provide.

as for eren, his focus is simply fractured; hands moving with a restlessness that betrays how close he is to the edge. he lifts his free hand to knead and possess the soft weight of your right breast, his grip firm and demanding, before his fingers lift to heedlessly lace around your neck, as a means to keep you pinned in the middle of the storm of his movements. 

that same grasp trails away from pressing your artery, slinks down, and squeezes a big, greedy handful of ass into one palm alone. he delivers one smack— two, three. the fourth leaves red in its wake, blooming faint along warm-brown flesh. he merely smiles when you mewl at him. 

the combination he grants you is far too much, too fucking frantic; the stinging heat of his palm against your skin and the possessive weight of his hand at your throat leaves you feeling hazy and unmoored, your thoughts dissolving into a thoughtless, honeyed fog.

a few more of those slowed, plunging thrusts, paired with how nicely he toys with your puffy clit, is what finally shatters the dam and sends rolling waves of your orgasm to crash right through you. it washes over, heavy and thick, the feeling purely electric as it zips through the base of your spine all the way down to your tightly curled toes. your quivering legs lock around his lean waist as he fucks you through the height of it, dark-chestnut hair swinging over hunched shoulders.

"don't you let go yet— m'not done." eren rasps against your agape lips, voice a broken wreck. he taps your soft cheek in two firm pats when your eyes begin to flutter shut, peers at you through hooded eyes, forcing bitten words out through grit teeth, "look at me, schatzi," his fingers tangle into the soft, dense curls of your hair to tilt your head his way. "you came so fuckin' hard, tell me you felt that—shit! mm, p-please, baby . . tell me you’re mine."

you manage to open your mouth, try for an answer, but every brutal impact of his hips knocks the air from your chest, splintering your voice into meaningless little sounds. the rhythm of his pounding, loud and heavy, turns shaky and imprecise as he utterly loses the battle for control. you can see the strain in the way his adam’s apple bobs in his throat, his breath hitching as he teeters on the edge. 

eren frames your face with a sudden tenderness, his large hands encompassing either side of your head as if you’re the only thing keeping him tethered to the earth itself. he pulls you in until your foreheads touch, eyes locking in a feral, heavy-lidded stare that teases at his release. you babble out his name with every sloppy knock of his hips.

your inner walls clamp down in a steady, involuntary pulse around him, and the friction becomes too much for him to bear. then comes a guttural sound, ripping straight from his chest, followed by a smaller, vulnerable whimper that echoes out, almost like a plea:

"scheisse, ich komme— fffuuuck!"

he jolts forward with an almost animalistic force, burying himself to the very hilt as the first warm, heavy spurts of his release spill free from his cockhead and into your awaiting womb. you feel him throbbing deep within your silken walls, the pulsing erratic as he stuffs your cunt with thick loads of his cum; emptying himself, filling you.

a hushed stillness sets over eren's thirtieth-floor apartment. all movement drifts to a weighty pause; until, eren eventually collapses his full weight onto you with a long, shuddering sigh. the solid, unyielding mass of him drives a soft huff out from your throat, pinning you into the charcoal sheets in a way that feels strangely grounding.

his inked forearms bind around you like vines, pulling your bodies flush-tight until there’s no room left between you. in turn, you drape your arms over the broad expanse of his back, your thumbs tracing soothing circles over the angry, reddened lines of the skin you tore. 

"ugh— rennie, you're heavy."

"mmn." is his heedless response. you both lie there in a tangled, breathless heap of afterglow, your lungs working for shallow air as the adrenaline begins to recede. after threading through the dark, damp silk of his long hair, weaving and undoing braids in the same sitting, your arms finally loosen their hold around his nape. eren nuzzles his face into the soft swell of your breasts, the tip of his nose grazing the sensitive bone of your sternum as he seeks out your warmth.

a small, balmy laugh escapes you, the sound light and surreal against the dense, syrup-thick atmosphere. the air is heavy, saturated with the salt-sharp scent of skin, the musk of his cologne, the lingering sugar of your arab perfume, and the sweet, pungent tang of your collective release— a sensory memento of every orgasm you just shared.

"damn . .” the silence breaks around his voice, low and winded, “didn't think y’had a kink for that."

"hmm," you blink slow, the wisps of your curled lashes fluttering. "for what?"

"uh-uh, don't play dumb now," eren noses your jugular, tickling your neck with a nudge so fleeting you can’t help but break, a shy giggle bubbling up and out into the open. "could've just told me you wanted me to switch languages, princess."

“i didn't even know it was something i’d enjoy that much," you bite down on a drowsy laugh, manicured fingers lifting to idly twirl a stray, dark lock of his hair. you’re secretly glad his hair-tie snapped under the pressure.

"i like the way your brain just . . . shorts out when you hear it. makes you so . . ." a kiss, breaking the pattern of speech, is pressed to your upturned lips, so pink and soft.

“—much more," another, then a suckle to your jaw, "—responsive." there's a gravel-like texture to the sound of his teasing. "i don't think i've ever heard you get that loud before, baby.” eren hums aloud onto your skin, a low rumble of pure satisfaction that thrums low in his throat and vibrates against your chest.

he shifts his weight just enough to pepper wet, uncoordinated kisses along the sensitive expanse of your throat, his every movement sluggish with pleasure. 

“verdammt gut,” he murmurs against your skin, testing the effect he has over you, simply wishing to witness how tightly you’d pulse around him in response. sure enough, he smiles to himself when you do, walls clamping down where he remains stuffed inside you. a whispered moan falls from you, eyes screwed impossibly tight. 

his lips latch to your pulse as he mouths praises you don’t need to translate to understand. the meaning sounds as sweet as his kisses taste. “du bist so gut, liebling.” even though his brain's misted over with lust, and his dick is still warmly nestled deep inside you, he can’t help but nip playful marks into your flesh. you find yourself cooing at his affections, your fingers tangling in the deep-brown spill of his hair as you shallowly rock your hips onto his softening cock. 

he mumbles more foreign little nothings into the damp, sweat-slicked crook of your neck, the tone so tender it feels like a physical caress. 

“ich liebe dich so sehr, angel . . .” he breathes, the confession soft and embracing against your skin. it’s meaning is devotional, so unmistakable; he loves you, he loves you, he loves you. 

the ardency of the past hour's lovemaking seems to evaporate, leaving only the two of you sinking in the cooling sheets. from the crevice of your chest to his broadened one, your hearts beat heavy against one another in a synced tempo.

with one last, lingering kiss to your collarbone, eren lets his heavy eyelids fall shut. the silence that follows isn't empty. instead, it’s full and warm, smelling of salt, sandalwood, and the raw fragrancy of his adoration.

the darkness of the room feels like a protective veil. in the stillness, with his warmth still grounding you and his scent filling your lungs, you finally let your own eyes close, drifting into a deep, dreamless sleep cradled in the arms of the man who loves you more than he has the words to say.

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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