#forest fics

Another crash. Another roar. Another Nomu.

You're in the thick of it, beside a building, half-destroyed, and another one completely toppled to the ground. There's screaming and panic, citizens running in every which way to escape the crossfire. Another building is about to collapse, and the monsters take no hesitation in using it as leverage to fight.

There are other heroes here, maybe three, or even more now if there were any on patrol nearby; it isn't clear through the fog of dirt and smoke. It isn't enough though. None of you had the strength or stamina to fight against the group of Nomus that appeared. Especially not by yourselves, even if you barely outnumbered them. The rubble is building. The ground is practically shaking under their destructive hands. They have the absolute advantage.

  Your quirk isn't built for such a fight, even as a pro, and your combat skills would prove useless against those monsters. You're meant to be more of a support hero than anything, someone usually waiting on the sidelines to rush in and heal the defending heroes in fights. The limits of your restorative quirk meant it was wise to steer clear from the heart of the battle and avoid being hurt, so the best course of action would be to run. Run and find backup. That's the most you can do for now; the most you can try to save what remains of that small city sector.

You choose your path quickly, remaining observant of the chaos around you. Cracked asphalt and concrete, dust flying everywhere from the destruction, debris from the second half-collapsed building scattered everywhere. The Nomus remain distracted by the other heroes, so despite the obstacles, there's a clear path to the closest alleyway. From there, if you can just reach the other side of the buildings and escape harm's way, you'll be safe to make the call.

You can make it, you believe — as long as you're fast. Confident, you take off, bound for the crack between two untouched office buildings nearby, the spring in your costume's boots allowing you to move more efficiently. With such quick speed, you nearly run face-first into the wall, entering it at an angle that's easy to correct with a simple push off against the brick. From there, the path is a straight shot to the other side, only separated by a feeble chain link fence. There's a hole that looks just big enough for you to crawl through at the bottom of it, the wire pried upward to create a gap. You can make it, you repeat in your head. The coast is clear, you can make it.

  Stumbling to a stop in front of the mesh barrier, you drop to your knees as quickly as your body will allow, planting yourself onto your stomach afterward. The opening is much smaller up close, but it's nothing you can't army-crawl your way through. Your costume was made to be dirtied and protect you in the heat of conflict, so having it scrape across the rocky ground while you drag your way under the fence isn't an issue. Its durability was the least of your problems — until now, that is..

  The elastic fabric snags on the wire once you squeeze your head and arms through the hole. Time is sensitive, you don’t have any to waste on something trivial like this. You try to reach back to untangle it, only to find the wire completely stabbed through. 

  With a heavy sigh and adrenaline crawling in your veins at the delay, you manage to move back a sizable distance before you try again, but it’s useless. The ends of the wires are sharp and stab into your suit with ease, holding you back. You needed to try something else, you needed to be fast.

  Before you can attempt to force your way through the hole, a voice arises behind you. Raspy and hoarse, you don’t even realize he's there until he speaks.

  “Oh, look at what we have here. A hero, is it?”

  His approach is slow, and you only hear his footsteps once he's standing over you. Your entire body goes stiff, your blood running cold as you curve your spine back to look at him.

  "Shigaraki," you whisper, terrified, under your breath. 

  "Oh, you know me already? How nice, I suppose we can skip the introductions then." 

  You can hear your breath hitch in your throat when he speaks and feel his presence as he looms right behind you, bending at the knees to crouch down over your legs.

  "I've seen you on TV," he starts, and you hold back a scream when you feel four rough fingers gently touch the back of your thigh, "You've got quite the impressive quirk, you know. Restoration quirks are hard to come by. And yours…"

  He pauses again, glides them up to where your hip and femur jointed together, and relishes in the way you shiver before he continues, "It's the exact opposite of mine. I guess you can only restore organic things, sure, but — it does make me wonder."

  You're hardly listening to his little ramble, your heartbeat drumming too loud in your ears to process anything — but then, your head goes blank when you feel all five of his fingers cup around your hip. Panic sets in fast, and you find yourself writhing before you can think, trying to force your way through the fence. The metal wires only dig into your skin, causing even more pain as you realize you're hips are too big to fit, and you wouldn't have made it anyway.

  Tomura only chuckles lightly at your reaction, watching the bottom half of your hero suit disintegrate into dust. You don't even realize it until you're already crying, and a cold breeze hits your face and bottom half. His hand is on you. Touching you. Feeling you, and yet.

  You don't feel any pain. His touch is simply normal against your skin. His palm is surprisingly warm, but dry. And you don't disintegrate. You don't disintegrate.

  Tomura laughs again at wide eyes and gaping mouth as if you should have expected his quirk to cancel out with yours. He slides his palm across your bottom, down to the back of your thigh again to caress it up and down slowly. Carefully. His touch lingers far longer than you're comfortable with.

  "Your quirk activates automatically when it's your own body, right? I wonder how long I can keep doing this for, then." He speaks so casually, acting like you weren't trapped and half-bare under him.

  "I've always wanted to be able to touch someone like this again. No gloves, no barriers. Just skin. When I saw you on the news and heard about your quirk, I thought you were perfect. Aside from that pesky hero stuff, that is," he frowned slightly behind the hand on his face, moving his own to grip at the fat of your ass, "You have no idea how frustrating it is to be unable to touch something without it falling apart."

  You let out a loud squeak, feeling his weight on the back of your knees when he sits on them, squeezing and kneading your flesh in his hand. There are tears in your eyes, and you struggle to twist around to look back at him, where he sits proudly like a king on his throne. Seeing such a widely known villain — being face to face, but being stuck and having him touch you like this. It felt humiliating. Humiliating to who you were as a person and a hero. You felt sick to your stomach.

  He frowns a little at the pathetic look you give him, only tightening his hold more, "Come on, don't look like that. I haven't done anything yet."

  As he speaks, he slides another hand underneath you and pulls your hips up slightly, your spine beginning to ache at how it was strained. You can only shake as you watch him, the hand that was gripping your ass moving to slide a single finger down the center of your underwear, sending a large jolt up your spine.

  In an instant, you look forward again, covering your mouth to hold back any noise you'd almost let out. You don't want to give him the satisfaction of making a sound, let it be cries or anything. So you force yourself to silence, even as tears roll down your face.

  Tomura only grins, running the finger up and down the fabric a few more times just to feel you jolt before hooking around the lining to pull it off to the side, stuffing it between your thigh and outer labia to keep you exposed. You clench up at the cold air, another shudder roving through your body as Tomura holds back a chuckle.

  Without another thought or word, he immediately dives in, his two fingers sliding between your folds, feeling whatever you can offer him before moving down to the bud below. You shiver, but are otherwise completely frozen as he does this, not even knowing half of what to do to retaliate.

  "Not too wet yet, I see. That's ok, I can fix that." He says, beginning to prod around for that extra sensitive spot he knew you wouldn't resist. A lightbulb goes off in his head when you jolt suddenly, your hips shaking extra whenever he squishes or pokes at it. With a grin plastered under that embalmed hand, he starts to move his fingers around in slow, gentle circles.

  The coarseness of his fingers doesn't help the sensation they bring on, that feeling of soft ecstasy pulsing through your body slowly like a drum. You hold back your sounds, at least, only your breathing growing heavy as he watches you clench around nothing. 

  It isn't enough for him. He needs more than this, he needs you prepared, and that wouldn’t come from just a few measly touches. 

  His fingers move faster, gaining enough friction that he has you audibly gasping, slick already building up just below. It doesn't take as long as expected, like your body is reacting on primal need. It almost makes him wonder — maybe you're getting off to the position he has you in, even if you don't realize it.

  He gives you a few more minutes of soft touching, allowing a good amount of wetness to accumulate between your shaking thighs before moving his fingers up. He gathers your natural lube on his digits, humming as he slathers it all over your pussy to make it nice and glossy before dipping them back in, finally allowing them to take the plunge.

  As if you weren't already amply humiliated, the way his fingers toy with you before pressing in is distracting enough that he manages to draw a squeak out of you the second he dives in.

  "Ohh, give me more of that. Don't be shy." He says, sliding his digits out slowly, licking his lips at how slick they are before shoving them back in.

  His fingers are so long, soaking knuckle-deep inside of you and reaching parts that your own couldn't. You would rather die at his hands now than ever admit it to anyone, but god, it feels good.

  He's already moving them so fast, curling them all around like he's searching for something. It felt too good to be touched by someone like that. You haven't slept with another person for over a year, so it's like a new foreign feeling and an old friend all at once. You can't stop yourself. Your brain grows foggier with each drag of his fingers, like he's scratching an itch you couldn’t by yourself. You couldn't hold it back anymore.

  You let out a quiet, croaked moan, covering your face with your hands to hide how embarrassing it is to indulge in something so crude with someone like him.

  A wretched smile immediately dawns on Tomura's face, and he moves his hand even faster, trying to milk more sounds out of you before he moves on. He wants you to make more noise, to hear how good a disgusting villain like him is making a great hero like you feel.

  From there, the sounds just spilled out. He’s surprisingly quick to find the smooth spot inside of you, pumping over it repeatedly until you’re a wriggling, gasping mess. The coil inside of you is winding up tight, growing ready to burst at almost any second. 

  It's so degrading, being face down in the concrete while a villain is digging his fingers so deep into you. But you weren’t thinking about that anymore. Your mind is too focused on how good it feels rubbing against your walls, the friction driving you crazy with how fast it builds up.

  Then, like electricity in your veins, it comes crashing through your body all at once. The pleasure, the ecstasy. Your body practically vibrates against his hand, an unforgiving orgasm ripping through your entire system until you’re panting like a dog, still pulsing around him as he slowly removes his fingers and wipes them on your thigh.

  As you return from your high, the quiet chuckling unnerves you. And then you feel sick to your stomach again. You’re still recovering, but you’ve come to your senses enough to look behind you.

  The sight you see has bile rising in your throat. He’s already grabbed onto you again, unzipping his pants with one hand while he speaks.

  “So, what do you think your little hero friends would think if you had sex with a villain?”

“It’s almost my birthday, y’know. Why don’t you let me eat you instead of getting some dumb cake or something.”

It was a single, drunken comment he let slip nights ago when you were drinking together at his home. A small glimpse into the desire that’d grown inside of him as your friendship blossomed into something more—something you were both too afraid to confront. He’d put his arm around you in public, hold you on his lap at parties, call you pet names and even kiss you on the face when you were both cuddled up in bed after spending the whole day together—but it’d never gone further than that. Before his comment, you could always claim your clinginess to each other was just a close friendship, but what he said—what you both really wanted—went far beyond that.

How it even happened, you don’t know. It just did. One moment you were just two friends, hanging out together in your large group, the next you were spending your nights alone with him, curled up in his arms under his plush comforter while brushing your hands through his hair. 

Neither of you wanted to address the big question, waving off friends when they’d ask, “What are you?” But you couldn’t avoid it forever. It’s how you ended up where you were now, hot-faced and barely ready for what you knew would be coming when Eren made it to your house to celebrate his birthday.

You’d ignored it the morning after he first made the remark. Both of you were too hungover to think, and neither of you were well enough to talk about it. Following that, there was an awkward tension whenever you were together, the comment going undiscussed because you were too afraid to address it. Eren’s face was always red when he interacted with you after that too, and it always seemed like his mind was preoccupied. But today you were determined to be the one that finally brought it up, and finally pushed your relationship forward when he arrived. It was long overdue by now.

“I’m here.” You received a text with a knock at the door. 

Picking up your phone, you rushed past the kitchen of your tiny apartment and threw the door open, greeting the birthday boy with a friendly smile and stuttering voice, “Eren!”

He stared down at you, his vert-colored eyes almost glowing when he met yours. His cheeks were a soft red hue, and his eyebrows were furrowed and slightly upturned, effectively making him look like a sad puppy. He always made that heart-wrenched face around you. You thought it was cute.

“Hey.” He replied, stepping into the apartment and kicking his sneakers off next to all of your shoes by the door. You closed it behind him as he entered, helping him take his faux leather jacket off to hang it up with yours on the wall hooks above the shoes. 

When you saw his face again, he had the sweet smile on it that always made your heart race and your knees weak. He was staring down at you, waiting for you to tell him what you were going to do first, but you were too busy admiring his expression to realize what he wanted.

“So,” he finally caught your attention and interrupted your ogling, “What’s the ‘special surprise’ that you were so excited for me to see today?”

“I’ll tell you in a bit! Just sit at the table while I grab your cake. Presents can come after.” You pushed him to the kitchen island, pulling out one of the tall stools for him to sit on while you grabbed his birthday cake out of the fridge. It was a small vanilla cake, covered with light blue frosting and a white frosted border, the perfect size for just the two of you to share.

You placed it on the island next to him, popping the plastic cover off and grabbing two forks out of the silverware drawer and a single candle out of the junk drawer, along with a lighter for it. With everything you needed, you walked to the other side of the island and hopped onto the stool next to Eren, sticking the candle into the center of the cake. Finally, you slid it in front of him and lit the candle, a gentle smile on your face as you said, “Happy birthday!”

“Thank you,” he replied, quickly blowing out the candle, “Can I see what the surprise is now?”

You almost giggled at the impatient look on his face, a dejected pout growing adorning it at your response, “Seems like someone’s impatient. Can’t we eat at least a little bit of cake first?”

Truth be told, you were nervous. You were so anxious about telling him what his special “surprise” was because it would either push your relationship in the direction you’d both been yearning for, or hurt it and make things even more awkward than they already were. And you would be so embarrassed if things went poorly, especially with the bold idea you had planned. You just wanted to bide your time for now while you internally built up enough courage to confront it.

“So you’ll give it to me after we eat?” He asked again, already grabbing a fork and stabbing it into the corner of the frosted pastry.

“Sure, Eren. Sure.” You replied while doing the same, plucking the slightly melted candle out of it and putting it to the side before you continued.

The two of you ate in silence after that, enjoying your designated sides of the tiny square cake that was barely 5 inches big. At least you were, because when you looked over at Eren, he was shaking faintly. The red on his cheeks was even deeper than before, and he looked almost nervous compared to the soft face he was making earlier. It was strange. He didn’t have anything to be nervous about, did he? Not like you did, anyways.

 The quiet was strange too. Usually, you would have found something to chatter and ramble about to each other, but there was just… nothing. Nothing but the awkward tension in the air as you finished up your slices. 

Eren was the first to put his fork down, choosing to stare blankly at the table instead of using his phone while he waited for you to finish next. It was clear that his mind was preoccupied, but you couldn’t tell with what. Maybe he was thinking about the “surprise” you had planned? If that was the case, it made you feel compelled to finish faster just to give him the satisfaction of knowing what it was so he would stop looking so dejected.

When you threw your fork to the side, Eren perked up, already getting excited for what he knew was coming next. You couldn’t help but smile at it, the way his eyes sparkled whenever he was eager for something. Not wanting to make him wait any longer, you took the dirty cake-covered forks and empty cake plate, quickly throwing the utensils in the sink and the cardboard piece into the bin. After, you walked back to him and took his hand, gripping it tightly as you looked him in the eyes, “Ready for the surprise now?”

He was nodding his head rapidly before you could even finish, forcing a giggle out of your throat at his enthusiasm. With that, you took him to the living room and sat him down on the couch, telling him to stay put as you ran into your bedroom to grab your backup gift.

Coming back, you noticed his foot bouncing nervously on the floor, and his eyes shifting around the carpet until he noticed you were standing there. Then, his attention was on you again, though it was still obvious he was anxious about something. It only became clearer the closer you came, his hands still shaking and sweat forming on his forehead.

You sat next to him, putting the paper gift bag on the coffee table and taking in a deep breath before looking up, meeting his bright eyes that had your stomach doing flips. He looked so expectant for what you were about to give him, it made you even more nervous.

“So… I know I got you the dumb cake that you didn’t want as much,” You finally let it out, watching him gulp at your words because he immediately knew what you were referring to, “but I thought that —that if you wanted to, I’ll let you have the other thing you wanted too.”

The more you spoke, the quieter you got, the pressure getting so bad that you couldn’t look him in the eyes. Everything was so tense, you felt like you were going to explode.

“Oh—Oh my god… I thought that was what it was but—hearing you say it out loud is so much… different.” Eren responded, almost wheezing as he covered his face with his hand.

“You know that was what I was going to say?!” You almost shouted, feeling your face begin to boil as you realized that was what his mind was so distracted by the entire time he was there. 

“I mean—I thought but I wasn’t sure! But now that you’ve said it—oh my god.” With his free hand, he covered his crotch to hide the growing stiffness in his pants.

You stayed like that for a moment, hiding in your hands while you tried to recover from the high of the truth finally coming out. Eren was quicker to relax than you after that, finally moving his hands in favor of quietly scooting closer until your thighs were touching, reaching out to grab one of your hands, “Um—Can I actually… have my gift? Right now?” 

Your jaw dropped as he finished talking hardly able to spit out your reply, “Right now? You mean—You mean on the couch?” 

“If it’s ok with you… I… I’ve wanted to do something like this with you for so long that I just… don’t want to wait anymore,” The grip on your hand grew as he spoke, his eyes drifting to the floor, “I’d really like to.”

You only thought about it for a second before nodding, putting your hand other over his and leaning closer to him. Your face lingered close to his, getting dangerously close before he closed the gap with his surprisingly soft lips against yours.

He pushed you back while he kissed you, his arm on your back to support you as you were slowly pinned against the couch. You moved your arms around his neck to keep him pressed against you, relaxing into the feeling of his body enveloping yours. All of the tension that’d built up was melting away, the months of buildup finally reaching a climax.

When he did pull away, it was only to take in air before his mouth was on yours again, his limbs tight around your body and your legs tangling together. He could have his gift soon—but first, he wanted to kiss you, just like he’d wanted to do so many times before. Like he wanted to whenever you were curled up, asleep in his arms after spending the night, or on the multiple occasions when you’d come back to him after a long day of school, completely skipping your apartment just to barge into his. He wanted to kiss you for hours, to never pull away so you would never have to be away from him again. He wanted the comfort, the satisfaction of knowing that in that moment, you were all his. 

One of his hands made its way to intertwine with yours, pinning it beside your head while your fingers bent over each other’s knuckles to lock your palms together. His hold was so comforting, you never wanted to leave it.

Again, because of the necessary evil that was oxygen, he had to pry himself away from you to breathe—but this time, he didn’t go back to meet your lips, instead laying soft kisses against your jaw, all the way down to the base of your neck while you let out tiny gasps from the loose hairs from his bun tickling against your face. It was such a gentle act that made your face grow hot and a warm feeling pool between your legs, ever ready to be eaten by the man on top of you.

“Can I take your pants off?” He looked up at you, eyes pleading for him and telling you how badly he wanted it. The look made you so nervous that you could barely speak, only being able to nod as the hunger for you took over inside of him. He sat up quickly, lifting your shirt just enough to unbuckle your belt and unzip your jeans, not even bothering to slide them off fully before he was moving in between your legs again. His speed almost had you squealing; you were unprepared for him to be this insatiable. 

It took you a minute to realize that he was just… staring at your panties, his eyes glued to the wet spot that stained them. If he wasn’t between them, you would’ve clamped your legs shut right then, but since you couldn’t, you were forced to address his hesitance to take them off, anxiety lacing your voice, “What’s wrong, Eren? There’s nothing wrong, is there?”

“Are you—Are you really that wet already? I haven’t even done anything.”

You wanted to shrink from embarrassment when he said that.  “Yes… I am… And this is really embarrassing so could you please just take them off already?” You begged him, resting your legs on his back while he hooked his fingers into your panties.

“But what if I want to keep staring? It’s kind of cute…” He couldn’t help but tease, curious to see your reaction.

“Eren… please. I’ll take the gift back!” You threatened, bouncing your foot on his back to urge him.

A pout formed on his lips while he finally slid them down to join your pants, holding your thighs after to squish them and ensure your legs remained spread, “That’s not fair! You’re already giving it to me!” 

His gaze moved back down to your cunt just before he was about to lean in, and only then did he realize that you were freshly shaven. It made him blush just thinking that you might’ve shaved just for him, and that he was the only man that was getting the privilege of having you like this for his birthday.

“I didn’t know you were shaved down here.” He commented, eyes flickering up to yours to listen to your response.

“I did, just for this. I spent a long time making sure everything was clean down there so you better enjoy it.” 

He could feel his heart flutter as you responded, replying with vigor in his voice, “I absolutely will. To the fullest.”

With that, he looked back to your wetness to admire it more, tracing his eyes over your folds and licking his lips at the sight of it. Every part of you was beautiful to him, and this just confirmed it.

He leaned in, sticking his tongue out slowly and taking a hesitant lick up your slit, gathering your flavor on his tongue and learning what you tasted of. He went in for another lick, and another, the speed of his laps growing until he latched onto your clit.

You tangled your fingers in his hair, letting out whimper after whimper as he dragged his tongue over your sensitive bud. It was such a new sensation that fire to your entire body.

When he started to suck on it, you had to hold yourself back from squeezing his head with your thighs, your nerves going haywire. 

He looked up at you, watching your face contort with pleasure as he sucked even harder and gripped your thighs tighter. You could barely keep your legs still, the feelings in your core making them twitch while you struggled to keep them open.

“Eren— Eren.” You moaned out, grabbing onto the couch as he tried to pull you closer and push his face further into your wetness. Your hips were grinding against his face the more he lapped at your cunt, the warmth inside of you growing the longer he ate you.

Subtly, he removed one of his hands from your thighs and moved it to your folds, gathering the slick on his middle and ring fingers before he slid them inside of you. His rough digits rubbing against your walls as he pumped them inside of you combined with the animalistic devouring of your pussy almost sent you over the edge. It was becoming too much to handle. You were going to snap.

He could feel you tighten around his fingers, your release growing closer as he kept going. He wanted to know what you tasted like and be the one to make you finish. He wanted to be the one you associated with that kind of pleasure.

“I want you to cum in my mouth. Please, please.” He begged, returning to attacking your clit while he thrust his digits into you. He was roughly grinding his hips against the couch as he fingered you, his length stiff and pushing against his pants uncomfortably. He was so hard from your taste that it was almost painful.

His fingers rammed against the more sensitive parts of your cunt, every little feeling sending lightning through your veins. His sucking, touching, and rubbing had built up so much tension inside you that it only took a few more moments of his fingers brushing against your insides before you unraveled.

You were crying out as you came, legs shaking as he kept sucking to milk as much of your orgasm as he could and prolonge it. He was licking it all up, tasting as much as he could as you came down from your high. He even pulled his hand away from your warmth to taste you better, pushing his tongue inside you for a moment just to know what it felt like.

By the time he pulled away, you were a panting mess, with disheveled hair and hot face exhibiting your exhausted body. His mouth and chin were covered in slick and spit, his eyes half-lidded as they gazed over your face.

You could see the bulge in his pants clearly, and it seemed evident that he wanted to keep your intimate moment going by the fact that one of his hands was gripping the hem of your shirt while he stared at you with pleading eyes. 

“Does this… mean we’re a thing now?” He broke the quiet, asking the question everyone had been waiting to be answered.

A small smile formed on your lips before you could stop it, the idea that you were finally officially together making your heart feel full. You grabbed his shirt and pulled him up to meet you face to face, leaning up to place a quick kiss on his mouth before you spoke, “I’d like to be, if that’s what you want. And we can keep going, I can see how much you want to.

His face went even redder than it was before, getting embarrassed by his hard-on being so visible, but he wanted to focus more on the other topic first. Lacing his fingers with yours like he did when he kissed you before, he pressed your hand against the couch by your head and propped himself up with his other elbow, leaning down to kiss you with all the love he could muster in the moment. He didn’t want to pull away, but equally as eager to confirm what you’d been anxiously waiting for months, he managed to and gave you the words that made your hearts swell, “I’d love to be.”

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They could never agree to anything—always picking fights with one another and pissing each other off over the smallest of things.

They could never agree to anything—except when it came to you.

They agreed that you were perfect—an angel fallen from the heavens and ending up with them, of all people. The day they met you was one they could never forget, still crystal clear in the back of their memories.

That day, that blissful fall day their dear friend Armin introduced them to his long-time partner. You.

They stood in shock, coffee cups in hand when he approached them that day at the mall, his arm wrapped around you with his hand resting on your hip. 

Oh, you were so perfect. 

From the sparkle in your eyes to how soft your hand was when they shook it to greet you. Even the way you spoke to them—your voice like a drug they were taking for the first time, sending them both on a high they’d never experienced before, a high they were about to get addicted to. You were perfect.

How did you end up with Armin? It wasn’t fair—such an angel ending up with someone that wouldn’t be able to protect them if something went wrong, if the wrong people—like them— ended up finding you.

The look they shared after Armin walked ahead, trying to lead the group deeper into the mall, was all they needed to tell each other, ‘we need to talk’

It was strange that for once, they both agreed that they could share. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that they knew neither of them could get away with what they wanted alone, or perhaps it was some sort of empathetic revelation that they could share something after all.

Either way, by the time they drove home from the mall that day, your fates were sealed. Both yours and Armin’s.

From there, things went by so fast. Suddenly, they were hanging out with Armin all the time, always insisting that he bring you along. Armin was smart—they knew that, so how he never noticed their increasing interest in his partner, they’ll never know. Not that it mattered anyway, because they wouldn’t have stopped at anything to have you.

It was even more shocking, however, that no one noticed the two of them cooperating more than usual. The fights, reduced to bitter remarks with no rebuttal from the other. Every argument squashed with one look from the other that said, ‘you remember why we have to get along now, don’t you?’

Perhaps they did notice—but just assumed the reasons behind it were innocent, or maybe they were just happy that the annoying bickering stopped. Perhaps if someone had said something or cared enough to figure it out, they could have saved you and Armin.

From the moment they got that invitation to his friends-only Halloween party, it was over. With everything ready, all they had left to do was set their plan into action. After months of planning and doing their damnedest not to fight, it was time for them to reap the rewards of their efforts.

How funny was it, that you were dressed as an angel, matching more with them in their devil costumes than with your own boyfriend who wasn’t dressed up at all. It was a little shameful, to be honest. You deserved someone more willing to show off your relationship, someone who wouldn’t hesitate to show everyone who you belonged to. Like they could. Like they would.

The party couldn’t go by faster; even the alcohol didn’t help to speed things up. Hour by hour, game after game, shot after shot—it was finally over. One by one, everyone slowly called it a night and began to leave, saying their final goodbyes to the party’s host. And finally, it was just you four. All they had to do was wait for a moment alone with Armin. And that would be it.

“I’ll take out the trash!” 

Perfect.

Two trash bags were all the party produced, which wouldn’t take long to drag outside. With your absence, they could finally go through with it. The second you walked out the back door with the plastic sacks, their plan was set into motion.

Jean made his way to the kitchen, plucking a knife from the wooden holder sitting on the counter. Eren began a conversation with Armin, distracting him from his partner in crime sneaking up behind him.

Swiftly, the knife was plunged into Armin’s backside, stabbing straight into his heart. He tried to scream and cry out, but it was no use as Eren slapped his hand over his mouth. 

Jean removed the knife with a tug, leaving the wound vulnerable and open. Armin was quick to go limp in their arms, the two lowering him slowly to the floor as he drifted into demise. Soon enough, he was gone—leaving the two remaining boys to themselves as they mourned him quickly and quietly.

When you came back, you immediately noticed your friend’s positions on the floor, both of them holding your bloodied boyfriend in their arms. You eyed them for a minute, taking a step forward before noticing the pool of red they knelt in. The pool of red coming from your boyfriend.

Screaming, you stumbled back and made a beeline to the nearest bedroom. The one you and Armin shared. 

Jean and Eren cursed loudly, chasing after you as fast as they could only to be stopped by a door slammed in their faces. On the other side, you turned the lock and slid down the wood, curling into a ball and sobbing into your knees.

Your boyfriend was dead. Your boyfriend was dead and your best friends killed him. You couldn’t believe it.

Eren was the first to grab the doorknob, wriggling it violently and pounding on the door when it didn’t open. 

“Let us in! Come on, don’t make this harder than it has to be!” He shouted, rattling the knob and shaking the door in its frame. 

Before he could attempt to throw himself at the door, Jean stopped him and pointed out the lock on the handle. It was a privacy lock, a small indent on the outside of it allowing anyone to unlock the door with as little as a penny—which they happened to have, along with an abundance of other change in their pockets.

When you heard the click of the lock unlocking, adrenaline rushed through your veins. You grabbed onto the handle, trying your damnedest to hold it in place because as far as you knew, your life depended on it. Everything was blurred with tears, the sweat on your palms making it even more difficult to hold on. 

As the knob slipped from your hand, the door flew open—sending you flying to the side with it. You let out a shrill scream, collapsing as Jean and Eren ran in. You expected to meet the same fate as your boyfriend—but to your surprise, they both knelt down and hugged you as tight as they could.

The squirms and sobs that followed were expected, the two holding you tighter with every movement you made. You screamed for Armin, demanding to know what they did to him—but neither answered. Instead, they squeezed you until you finally gave up, your legs falling limp while you sobbed into Eren’s chest. 

Eren put his hand in your hair, petting your head while Jean buried his face into your neck, his chin scratching your shoulder. 

“Hey… it’s ok, we aren’t gonna hurt you. We’re just taking something that should’ve belonged to us in the first place. We’ll take care of you now.” Jean pecked your cheek, one of his arms around you moving so he could caress your waist. 

Eren nodded in agreement, kissing your forehead and pushing himself closer to Jean until you were pressed in between them, your back flush against Jean’s chest and your chest against Eren’s. You cried and cried, trying to wriggle and squirm away from their touch. There was nowhere for you to go.

“Shh, shh… just relax, we’re gonna take good care of you. We’ll make you forget all about what you saw.” Eren cooed to you, kissing down your face until his lips landed on yours. Expectedly, you flinched and immediately threw your head back into Jean’s chest, trying to avoid him as he leaned in further and continued to try and kiss you.

Growing tired of your thrashing, he just grabbed your jaw with one hand and forced you to kiss him. No matter how much you seemed to cry or squirm, he wasn’t stopping. And neither was Jean, who pressed soft kisses into the back of your head, his hands slowly creeping up to your chest as he did. 

You wondered how this was supposed to be comforting to you. Two of your best friends killing your boyfriend and then trying to do what only he was allowed to do. It felt horrible. Everything was going too fast.

You squeezed your eyes shut, even more tears flooding your face. As much as you squirmed, nothing seemed to work to get you away from them. They were so much stronger than you, holding you down with ease. It had you feeling sick.

Blood was all over the floor—and on them and you. Your boyfriend’s blood. 

Almost as if he noticed the drying gore at the same time as you, Jean pulled away from your neck and looked around the floor, looking at Eren and clearing his throat, “We should clean ourselves up, Eren… We’re getting blood on them.”

“Where are we supposed to clean ourselves? The sink?” Eren responded, pulling away from his kiss, forgetting that he wasn’t just a guest at this house anymore.

“The shower, dipshit.” Jean snapped.

“Oh, yea.” Eren looked to the floor, slightly embarrassed by his lack of thought.

Jean sighed and stood up, pulling you up with him by the arms. 

Eren followed after him, grabbing your waist as you tried to struggle again. He gave Jean a quick smirk, not giving him time to disapprove of whatever he planned to do before he was already committing to it. 

You let out a yelp as Eren bent down and picked you up, throwing you over his shoulder and walking into the large bathroom you used to share with Armin. He flipped the light switch, revealing the makeup brushes and eyeshadow palettes sitting out on the sink that you had told Armin you’d put away after the party. The clothes you’d both been wearing before were messily thrown into the hamper. Your towels were still hung up on the towel bars. Everything was still in its place like it was before the party—the party you wished had never happened.

Jean followed in after, sliding open the glass shower door and turning the knob to hot. He grabbed some of the clean towels from a wire storage shelf next to the toilet, throwing them over the shower door’s frame. Next, he grabbed the cheap plastic horn headbands from his and Eren’s heads, tossing them on the floor.

Eren put you down, pushing you onto your knees and holding you there, refusing to let your begging and cries get to him as he began to tug your costume off of you.

Jean undressed himself next to you, taking off his cheap devil wings and pointy clipped-on tail to throw them in the growing costume pile. He paused after, taking a moment to stare at your now exposed self after Eren had just stripped you of your halo, wings, and dress. 

Underneath everything, you were wearing a white, expensive-looking pair of white lace bra and panties, most certainly intended for Armin. Although, that didn’t matter anymore—because no matter who it was for—it belonged to them now. You belonged to them. 

You cried as Jean reached forward and caressed one of your tits, causing you to recoil back and fling your arms over your chest. You wanted to shrink down and hide in a corner, away from them. This was humiliating. 

Acknowledging your discomfort, Jean pulled his hand away and continued to undress, taking off his black turtleneck shirt and matching black pants with his boxers. He discarded the clothes, moving Eren aside so he could do the same while he finished undressing you. 

The tension was uncomfortable as he reached behind you, going to unclip your bra. You had your head turned to the side to avoid accidentally looking at his third leg, and you could only curl up to protect yourself because of how they had you back into a corner.

You tried looking past Jean—at anything else—but your eyes were met with Eren’s dick instead. Almost immediately, you whipped your head away and squeezed your eyes shut—which would have amused the boys if you weren’t still crying your eyes out. 

After managing to pry off your bra from underneath your arms, Jean had to pull you onto your feet to strip off your final garment. You protested, trying to collapse back into the ball you were in previously, but Eren held you up with his arms around your torso while Jean pulled down your panties.

It felt like you were betraying your boyfriend. Even though he was dead, it felt like you were betraying him. Your darling boyfriend that you loved so much. You couldn’t believe he was dead.

You cried more at the thought of him, and at the fact that you were now naked in front of the very people that took him away. You felt disgusted and disgusting. This feeling was hell.

The shower was more than warmed up by now, so Jean slid open the glass door again and pulled you in with him, Eren following close behind you. It was a little cramped with 3 people, but not so cramped that they couldn’t look at or touch you.

You felt so exposed with the two of them ogling your body, and you felt even more uncomfortable knowing they were both fighting the urge to touch it. You could see it in their eyes and the way they stared down at you like predators drooling over their prey. They looked like they wanted to tear you apart.

The stream of water dripping down them and flooding the drain was red with the blood that washed off of them. It was disgusting to look at, and it felt even grosser to have some on yourself. Your own boyfriend’s blood was all over you. All over them.

You began crying again, incapable of holding it in at all. Everything you’d known collapsed in less than an hour, how else were you supposed to react?

Jean and Eren panicked, trying quickly to comfort you by wrapping their arms around you and wiping the blood away, but it only served to make things worse. Their hands were stained with murder, and you didn’t want it on you. 

“It’s ok, it’s ok… don’t cry.” Eren tried to wipe your tears, ignoring how you turned away from him and attempted to push his hand. He tried to kiss your face, cupping it to hold you in place while he did. Instead, his lips touched your cheek, so he tried to go along with it and kiss down to your jaw and neck.

You tried to back away, forgetting that Jean was behind you and only pushing yourself further into his chest. He instinctively put his hands on your waist, making your body tense up with anxiety. 

Eren looked from you to Jean, meeting eyes with him for a minute before he quietly knelt down in front of you, sliding his hands below Jeans onto your hips. He kissed your stomach, eyes glaring up at you as you grew more and more uneasy. 

“Eren, what—what are you doing?” You asked through fading tears, putting your hands on his head and fingers digging hesitantly into his scalp. If you weren’t in the shower, sweat would be rolling down your face. Your brain was going a million miles an hour and you couldn’t focus on anything except the loud beating of your racing heart.

“I’m trying to help you forget, and since you don’t want me kissing your face I thought that maybe I could kiss you,” He paused, moving one of his hands to hold you steady while he threw your leg over his shoulder, “right here.”

You couldn’t move. Your body was frozen. Everything felt like it was going in slow motion as you watched him lean in, placing his lips on your clit. You tightened your grip on his hair which was still neatly tied in a tight bun, trying to pull on it. He didn’t budge, kissing the tender spot between your legs over and over as you failed to protest.

With your attention occupied by Eren, Jean took his chance to grope you rather roughly, squeezing your tits and fondling them vigorously. His fingers grazed over your nipples repeatedly, turning them stiff and extra sensitive the more he rubbed and touched them. 

“J-Jean—Jean—“ You stuttered, putting one of your hands over his. You wanted to tell him to stop—you wanted to scream at him and push him away, but you just couldn’t. You couldn’t bring yourself to do it. You tried, but you were silent as your mouth hung agape.

Hearing you whimper his name like that had Jean rutting against you, trying to force himself even closer to you than before. He wanted to feel you more and more. Hips grinding on yours, hands groping and feeling you. He needed more. 

“Hey… pay more attention to me,” Eren whined, frowning about your shift in attention. He moved back to your clit and stuck his tongue out, beginning to lap at your bud while he stared up at your face. Jealousy was eating him inside. Why didn’t you say his name like that first? He was the one that was between your legs, and he was the one that came up with the idea that led to this. It wasn’t fair that you were moaning for horse face instead.

Eren watched as your face contorted into a mix of pleasure and pain, tears welling up in your eyes but refusing to fall. He latched onto your clit, sucking on it and occasionally flicking over it with his tongue in an effort to milk more sweet sounds out of you. You squirmed but only ended up grinding yourself onto his mouth, so you stopped and tried to hold still instead—which wasn’t very effective. 

“Being good for us now, are ya?” Jean hummed, placing his lips on the crook between your shoulder and neck, showering it with light pecks and kisses trailing to your nape. He latched on, beginning to suck away at your skin and leave a large bruise. You had dozens of fading hickeys from Armin, and he was determined to replace them with his own. He needed to show you that you were his now. His.

Slowly, your tiny whimpers of objection began to turn into more carnal whines fueled by the lewd things they’d been doing to you. Things were growing fuzzy, your brain wanting to forget what you had seen.

Eren was getting rougher, making sure to be as loud as he could when he ate you out to subtly brag to Jean about how much he was enjoying it. You felt every moan and every hum on your clit, turning you so heated that you were practically dripping on his face. He had your legs shaking and crumbling under you, turning you into jelly. Just like Armin used to.

Jean had to hold your waist to keep you from falling, still groping you as you nearly went limp. All you could think about was Armin and how you would melt over his touch just like this. You already missed him so much. It was torture.

You couldn’t hold the tears back anymore, whimpering out a quiet “Ar—min…!” through desperate pants as you started to cry again.

Eren froze, as did Jean. For a moment, you thought that maybe they’d changed their minds about what they were doing. That’s what you’d hoped for, anyways—until Eren stood up in front of you, and you saw the furious scowl on his face. 

It wasn’t one of the ridiculously overexaggerated frowns he’d have after losing a game to your boyfriend—it wasn’t the kind you could belly laugh at because of how stupid it looked. 

This frown was terrifying. It made your heart drop into the pit of your stomach. It made your tears stop out of pure terror. 

You felt Jean let go of your waist and chest, replacing his hand on the side of your neck. Your body tensed up again, your face turning hot with anxiety as his hand tightened.

“Let's move this to the bed, Jean,” Eren said, looking behind you at Jean. Your chest felt so heavy.

Not long after he said that, the shower was turned off. Eren slid open the door, stepping out and not even bothering to get a towel as he grabbed your wrist and yanked you out. He dragged you back into the bedroom, pulling you in front of him and pushing you towards the bed. Before you could even attempt to do anything or turn around, he had you bent over the bed, pushing your upper back down so that your spine was arched and your ass was pressed against him.

Jean sat on the bed across from you with his arms crossed, giving you a scowl that was as equally terrifying as Eren’s was. Without breaking eye contact with you, he questioned Eren, “Why do you get to go first?”

You tried to squirm as he finished speaking, not enjoying the implication of what he had said. In the end, it only made Eren push down harder, forcing a few whimpers out of you from the pain of your spine being bent.

“Because I’m the one that dragged them here! Now just shut up and let me do my thing, and you can have your turn with them when I’m done.” He pushed himself against you, allowing you to feel his erection against your heat.

He leaned forward, placing one of his hands by your head and snaking the other around your waist to feel as if you were still wet, pressing his chest against your back. As he did, you began to weep. It was starting to feel like you were being objectified, and you hated it.

You wanted to say something, beg them to think about what they were doing—but you still couldn’t. Nothing came out except desperate cries and hiccups. You looked to Jean, your eyes begging him for help, but he just sat there, staring at you with concern and guilt in his eyes.

After a full minute of watching you cry as Eren probed you, he finally spoke up, looking up at his friend, “Eren.”

“What?” Eren replied, returning his gaze and looking rather annoyed.

“There’s something wrong.”

“What do you mean?” He asked, pausing his actions and pulling his hand away.

“Look,” Jean said, pointing to you.

Eren leaned to the side to get a better look at you, his eyes widening as he got a good glance at your tears. He looked back to Jean, his expression screaming at him to do something because he didn’t know what to do. 

Trying to stay calm despite his internal panic, Jean put his hand on your head to pet you while he tried to ask you why you were crying.

“What do you think?! I’m not—I’m not an object,” you managed out between sniffles and hiccups, “I’m not something for you to use.”

There was a momentary pause between them before you felt Eren wrap his other arm around you, his head resting on your shoulder. He nuzzled his face into your skin, his stray hair tickling you as he did.

“I’m sorry,” he apologized quietly, squeezing you tightly.

Jean put his hand over one of yours, holding it tightly and reassuring you, “You’re more than just an object to us.”

“You’re our everything,” Eren spoke right after, while Jean nodded in agreement.

“We just want to make you feel good and help you forget.” 

“Please. Let us make you forget about everything. I promise we’ll be so good to you. Please.” Eren begged, putting even more of his weight onto you.

You knew there wasn’t much you could do in this situation. No matter what you said or did, they were going to take you in one way or another—sexually or physically. Part of you wanted to use the situation to distract yourself, even if nothing would be as good as Armin was. You just wanted to forget, to stop thinking about what you saw for even a second.

“Okay… Okay… fine. Do whatever you want, just—just please be gentle.” You said, wiping your tears on the sheets. Just thinking about fighting was exhausting. It was easier to just let them have their way with you, and at the very least you could pretend that one of them was Armin.

Both of them kissed the top of your head, moving away from you and giving you more space—at least Jean did, as Eren still had his hips pushed against you and was not planning to move any time soon.

He put his hand on your back again, running it slowly up and down your spine, attempting to soothe you instead of force you into the bed like before, “We won’t hurt you. We would never hurt you on purpose.” 

Jean leaned down to kiss your head again, brushing one of his hands through your hair while Eren reassured you. He kept it there, even when Eren bent over you and began to kiss your nape and shoulder blade again, sucking a fee hickeys into your skin while he did.

You were quiet underneath them, no longer squirming or fighting. It made it so much easier for them to touch and comfort you like they wanted, and so much easier to do other things as well.

Eren stood up again, grabbing a handful of your ass and resuming where he left off before you started crying. He moved his hand to your inner thighs and felt between your folds, checking to see if you were still wet enough for him to keep going—and to his surprise, you were. Even after crying for the 3rd time that night, you were still wet from his tongue against you. He thought it was cute.

You let out a quiet gasp as he slid himself over your sex, moving his hips a few times to “test the waters” before he was ready to put it inside you.  After that, he used his fingers to spread you apart, giving him better access to line his head up against you. 

Taking in a deep breath, you prepared yourself mentally for what he was about to do. The grip you had on the bedsheets was turning your knuckles pale from how tight it was. You were so nervous.

Noticing how tense you were, Jean squeezed your hand and leaned down to rest his face next to yours. He massaged over your knuckles with his thumb, kissing your head repeatedly until you loosened your grip.

“Just relax, sweetheart. It’s ok.” He cooed, pressing his forehead against you. Glancing at Eren, he gave him a small nod to say that he was free to start.

With a small smirk, Eren pushed his hips into yours, successfully piercing your cunt. 

You let out a loud whine, tensing up again as he filled you. As much as you tried to imagine it was Armin, it was so difficult. Eren felt nothing like him—and he was bigger. The way he held you, the way he gripped your hips so tight that it could leave bruises—it was nothing like Armin. Armin was soft and gentle with you, not rough like Eren. You couldn’t pretend he was Armin.

Pushing into you further, Eren was determined to get as deep as he could before actually fucking you. You were so tight, so warm. He wanted to feel it over his entire length. 

Letting out a guttural groan, he bottomed out. Your ass squished against his thighs and he was pushing your upper body against the bed, leaning over you and forcing your back into a painful curve from your ass still being in the air. 

His face turned red as he slowly slid out, cherishing every ounce of friction he felt. He could only make it halfway out before he succumbed to the urge and slammed back into you, earning another yelp as he got close to hitting your cervix.

“Be careful!” Jean snapped at him, gripping your clenched fist in his hand. 

“Shut—the fuck up! Horseface!” Eren yelled back, groaning as he smacked his hips into yours. 

With every thrust, you let out loud yelps and moans, your body lunging forward each time he fucked into you. The only thing that kept you from collapsing into the bed was Eren holding you up; your legs felt jello. Everything was so hot, you were burning up. Not only in your face, but in your intimate parts as well.

He filled you up so well. It made you feel so guilty to admit it but he felt amazing inside of you. So amazing that your wetness was dripping down your thighs. It felt even better when you clenched around him, urging him to bury himself in your cunt and stay there.

“Holy shit—oh my god baby, I’m gonna cum too early if you keep squeezing me like that!” Eren stuttered through his pants, increasing his speed while he leaned over you more and squished you against the bed.

The room was filled with pants, moans, and the sound of skin slapping against skin. It was loud. You were loud. Louder than you thought you would be. You were enjoying this more than you thought you would too.

Jean was getting jealous of Eren now, and it was obvious. He was scowling at him, gripping your hand that he forcibly pulled away from the sheets to hold. He wanted to steal your attention, but when he looked at you, you were too caught up in your own pleasure to notice his irritation.

Eren noticed the displeased look on his face and smirked, deciding that it would be funny to tease him, “What’s the—ugh—matter, Jean boy? You upset you gotta wait to have a turn with this perfect angel?”

Jean frowned at his taunts, letting out a quiet “ugh” before he retaliated, “You’re not gonna be laughing when I’m the one making them squirm!”

“Oh, really? We’ll—hah—We’ll see about that,” he groaned, pulling one of his hands back and giving you a hard smack on the ass, “but right now they’re mine.”

You yelped as he slapped you, feeling your eyes water from the sting. He spanked you fucking hard.

Quietly lifting your head up, you managed to stutter out through sniffles, “Please be more gentle.”

He stopped his pounding as soon as you said that, ignoring the murderous glare that Jean gave him as he bent over to kiss your head, the malicious tone in his voice from before disappearing and being replaced by the sweetest voice he could muster, “I‘m sorry, angel. I’ll ask you next time.”

He kissed up and down your nape a few times before standing up, beginning to thrust into you again but much slower than before. It was agonizing, and you almost preferred being spanked to this.

Suddenly, he was on top of you—pushing you down so that you would lay flat on the bed while he continued fucking into you. The new position felt strange until he slid his hand underneath you and found his way to your clit—then all of the feelings you had melted into pleasure. You were rutting against him as he ground into you, not even bothering to pull out and just relishing in your warmth. Even when he wasn’t moving, you felt so good and tight. He could feel himself nearing the edge.

“Baby, baby, oh baby, I think I’m gonna—fucking cum!” Eren managed to say, but not without moaning halfway through as he pushed his pelvis into you. He wrapped his free arm around you and humped against you as quickly as he could, finally reaching his limit and letting loose so that he could finish inside of you.

You were quick to follow his lead as he unraveled inside of you, his fingers rubbing against your clit while you were being stretched out by his length pushing you over the edge. His hips stilled against your twitching ones as you both savored the feeling of your orgasms, leaving a red-faced Jean speechless as he continued to wait for his turn.

He stared at you, growing more and more tempted to reach out and grab you away. He wanted to make you feel that pleasure all over again, but from him this time—and he was growing impatient waiting for it. 

So impatient that the second Eren had the strength post-orgasm to push himself up and pull out of you, Jean was pushing him away and pulling you closer to him. 

“Hey! What are you doing!” Eren shouted.

“It’s my turn now! You can’t complain!” Jean responded, sticking his tongue out at him as he pulled you up and onto his lap with your back against his chest. 

Still delirious from your orgasm, you let him do as he pleased, sitting obediently in his lap and leaning on him. 

Eren pouted, mumbling something about he wasn’t done and moving to sit at the head of the bed, leaning on your pillows. He crossed his arms and frowned, glaring intensely at the two of you.

Jean ignored him and continued on with what he was doing, feeling up your hips, outer thighs, and chest. He was much more touchy-feely than Eren was, it seemed; much more eager to caress your body than get to the point and fuck you.

“God, watching you with Eren was fucking agonizing…You’re mine now. Thank god.” He groped you, focusing on fondling your chest while he ground against you. 

You melted into his touch, absent-mindedly grinding against him as well. Your brain was completely empty aside from lustful thoughts. All you could think about was keeping the dopamine high you were on so that you didn’t have to think about the heavy things you were suffering through.

Jean slid one hand down to your cunt, touching your clit and rolling over it with his fingers. Eren’s cum dripped out of you and onto Jean’s cock, making him shiver with disgust but push on despite that. He was regretting not being more assertive about sharing you earlier, but it didn’t really matter. He may not have earlier, but he was going to take you now no matter what. And then you would be filled with his cum instead of Eren’s.

“Does it feel better when I’m the one touching you, baby?” He asked as you, increasing the motion against your clit. You whimpered in response, not wanting to say or do something that would upset Eren. However, your lack of an actual response only made him rub faster, wanting to elicit anything that would irritate Eren.

“Jean—Jean!” You cried as he found an extra sensitive spot to touch on your bundle of nerves. After hearing you moan and seeing you squeeze your eyes shut, he sped up his fingers, not halting when your legs involuntarily closed together. Your back arched against his chest, and you couldn’t stop your legs from shaking and squirming. 

Jean was smirking as he touched you, prying your legs apart so he could keep going. You writhed and whimpered in his arms, grabbing onto his legs underneath you while you clenched around nothing. The previous orgasm had already made you so sensitive, and with almost no time to rest, another one was building up quickly.

“Do you like this? Hm? Do you, baby?” He asked, dipping his fingers inside of you and continuing to rub your clit with his other hand. You could only nod as he thrust them inside of you, pushing them in and out of you at an intense pace. His fingers were so long and rough, but somehow gentle and loving at the same time—pausing to feel around your insides, trying to memorize every inch of you.

You leaned your head on his shoulder, finally opening your eyes and looking at Eren to see how he was doing. Instead of the angry look you expected, he was staring back at you with his dick in his hand, eyes half-lidded as he pounded into his fist.

Wondering why your breath had hitched, Jean turned his head in the same direction as yours, his mouth falling open when he saw what shocked you. 

“Are you serious, Eren?” He asked, pausing everything he was doing to stare at him in disbelief.

Eren paused, growing embarrassed by both of your eyes on him. He covered his mouth and gave Jean his muffled reply, “Just shut up and keep going.”

“Oh? You think this is hot?” Jean teased him, smiling as Eren’s expression grew frustrated.

“I said shut up!”

“Whatever you want,” Jean said, pulling his fingers out of you and spinning you around on his lap so you faced him, and then turning his entire body so that your back was facing Eren.

It took him a minute to process what he had done and why, but once he did, a smug smile took over Eren’s face and he suddenly wasn’t as embarrassed anymore, “Thanks for the different view, Horseface.”

He leaned back against the headboard, one hand at his side and the other on his length while he stared at your ass. His cheeks were still red with embarrassment and lust, but he felt no need to hide it anymore.

Rolling his eyes, Jean moved one of his hands down to your ass, using the other to help position himself at your heat. He rubbed the head against your clit, gathering your natural arousal on himself before pushing into you ever so slightly.

“I’m putting it in now, ok?” He said, leaning his forehead against yours. 

You nodded, your shaking hands reaching to grab onto his shoulders as he slowly guided your hips down his cock.

“Oh god, baby…” He moaned as he reached as deep as he could go, still trying to push you even further down. He buried his face into your neck, inhaling your sweet scent and trying to keep himself from going overboard. As much as he wanted to give you a chance to adjust, he also wanted to grab your hips and rail you like a human fleshlight.

While he was whimpering about how tight you squeezed him into your neck, you were more focused on getting used to this new feeling. Jean was less girthy than Eren, but a little bit longer—just long enough to touch your cervix, in fact. Even without any movement, just sitting on him, the tip of his dick was kissing it. It felt so strange—almost painful, but in a good way that had you clenching around him.

You were whining against his neck, trying not to squirm in his lap while he got comfortable, shifting around underneath you. His nails dug so tight into your hips you were sure you were going to bleed—but you didn’t care. You just wanted him to fuck you like it was the last thing he’d do.

Eren was already stroking himself again, biting his lip to hold back his noises. He was staring at your ass, trying to fantasize about being in you from behind while Jean did his own thing. He craved it so badly, but doing something intense like that after you’d already gone through so much just a little over an hour ago was not a good idea. Instead, he decided that it could wait for when you joined him and Jean at their shared apartment—maybe as a sort of celebration for finally catching you. That would be so much fun—for you and them.

“Ride me, baby, please.” Jean gripped the back of your head, leaning into you so that your chest was pressed against his and you were flush against him. He held you tightly, his legs shaking from holding back; he wanted to flip you over and fuck you like Eren did.

You tried to comply, lifting yourself up about an inch or two before falling down on him again; the way he held you gave you almost no room to move. You were stuck with him bottomed out in you no matter how hard you tried.

“Jean—Jean, I can’t move when you’re holding me like this…” you spoke quietly, whimpering at the feeling of his tip repeatedly pushing on your cervix. 

Fumbling, he was quick to let go and lay back, mumbling a quiet ‘sorry’ as his hands slid from around you to your chest. For a minute, he just fondled you, pawing at and squeezing your tits before moving his hands to your hips, ready to help you move on his cock. 

Before you could even start, he was already lifting you up and slamming you back down, thrusting his hips up to meet you halfway. You hadn’t even gotten a chance to do it yourself, instead being bounced on his length by him alone. 

“Fuck! Fuck! Jean!” You cried, putting your hands on his chest as he began going faster, holding you up while he fucked up into you, bashing against your cervix. He stared at your chest, panting as he put all of his energy into taking you. 

“Fuck baby, fuck, you feel so good!” He moaned in ecstasy, stopping for a moment to move his hands to your ass and get a better grip on you, “Even better than I dreamed.” 

You were nearly in tears; He was already so fast for having just started, it was overstimulating.

“What happened to being careful, Jean-boy?” Eren asked, teasing him for his hypocrisy while he leaned forward and put his hand next to one of Jean’s, still stroking himself.

“Shut up!” Jean yelled out, smacking his hand away and fucking you even faster. 

“Tch. Asshole.” Eren responded, leaning onto the headboard again and rubbing himself even faster.

You started crying, moans slipping past your lips as your cunt was ravaged. You were praying that he would tire out soon because you didn’t know how much more of this you could take. You were so sore and as good as it felt, it still made your insides ache.

Jean was panting heavily, beads of sweat rolling down his red face. He looked tired, almost dizzy—a direct result of exuding all of his energy too early. He slowed his hips, still trying to guide you to keep going, but he was too exhausted to keep going. 

Instead of continuing where he left off, you sat on his lap, quiet and unmoving, as equally as tired as he was. You were so tired that you couldn’t even hold yourself up, your body collapsing on top of his.

Feeling pity for you and Jean—mostly you—Eren stopped his self-pleasuring to move closer, putting his hands on your hips and slowly grinding them down on Jean’s dick while he asked, “Do you need some help, Jean?”

He wanted to say no, to shove him away and keep going by himself, but Jean’s body was too tired to, and he was too desperate to finish inside of you. Swallowing his pride, he wrapped his arms around you and quietly replied, “Fine, Eren.”

With a smirk on his lips, Eren grabbed your hips and forced you to lift your thighs, guiding you down slowly and then repeating. All you did was raise and lower yourself, letting him do the work of positioning you. 

Jean buried his face into your shoulder, whimpering as you moved at a much slower speed than before. He was holding you against him, trying to move his hips to help Eren, even if it wasn’t much. 

You were basically just grinding against Jean, but it didn’t matter. You didn’t need to move much. As long as you got him to finish in the end, then it wouldn’t matter. As long as you got through this, it would be ok.

“Keep moving, baby. I need to take care of myself too.” Eren said, putting his pelvis against your ass so you’d grind against him and Jean as you moved. He grabbed his dick, stroking it while you moved against him. It felt good, but not as good as being inside of you—that’s something nothing would ever compare to.

Jean was starting to move faster again—not as fast as before, but still fast enough to build up to release quickly. He whispered sweet things into your ear, praising you for being good and telling you how amazing you felt. His voice was shaking and his hips stuttered against yours, the knot in his stomach building up quickly. You could feel it growing, the slow pleasure building in your lower abdomen inducing a fuzzy feeling in your chest.

Your cunt pulsed around him as he kept hitting your cervix, finally reaching your breaking point as you cried out, falling apart on top of him and letting out a single sob as you were filled by him. Everything felt so good that you could almost ignore the pain that you were sure would follow. 

As you squeezed him, he could feel his release coming quickly, his cock twitching inside of you as the pressure grew. His orgasm hit like a brick, his hips thrusting into you a few more times before he bottomed out for the last time and held you there.

His cum mixed with Eren’s inside of you, dripping down onto his dick as he pulled out. His hips were still twitching as he held you, his face buried in the side of your head while he inhaled your intoxicating scent.

Behind you, Eren was also reaching his second climax, his hand going faster and faster and the warmth inside of him growing. He shut his eyes tight, imagining his fist was your pussy as he squeezed his dick until he came, his release splayed across your back. He’d fucked his hand hundreds of times before while thinking about it, but nothing could compare to what you actually felt like.

You whined, feeling uncomfortable at the warm fluid on your lower back. Eren leaned over you, breathing heavily but not panting. He was still for a moment, apologizing and massaging your waist before he moved away from you and Jean, getting off of the bed and heading to the bathroom to clean himself up. 

After he was cleaned up and had his boxers back on, Eren grabbed a rag and wet it, making his way to the bed to clean you off. He wiped your back off, moving inside your thighs and cleaning the mess he and Jean made. Contemplating for a moment, he decided to be a good friend and clean the cum from Jean’s lap, tossing the rag to the side when he finished. 

Jean thanked him, still clinging onto you as he rolled onto his side. 

“Are you gonna get up now, horsie? We have shit to take care of.” Eren asked, shaking his shoulder and frowning when all he did was groan.

“Get my boxers and I’ll think about it.” He said, a tiny smirk on his face as he did.

Annoyed, Eren let out a long sigh and stomped into the bathroom to grab his underwear. When he returned, he threw them at Jean’s head and repeated, “Now?”

“Fine! Fine! I’m getting up!” Jean sighed as he sat up, kissing your head as he did. He slipped on his boxers and walked into the bathroom, the sound of cabinets opening and closing following.

As he left, your head followed him, trying to figure out what the “shit they had to take care of” was. 

Eren walked up to you, pulling you into a sitting position and putting a finger over your mouth when you tried to ask what was happening. He turned away after, leaving you confused as he walked to the closet and dug through it. He pulled out a baggy gray sweater and walked back to you, tugging it over your head without asking and forcing your arms through the sleeves. 

You looked down at the sweater, feeling your heart sink when you realized who’s it was. 

“Armin…” You whimpered, tears welling in your eyes. The guilt and despair grew again as you realized what you did. You fucked your boyfriend’s murders. You let your boyfriend’s murderers fuck you.

Eren, who had gone back to the closet to grab a new pair of underwear for you, turned around as soon as he heard you sob, rushing to comfort you with your panties in his hand. 

Jean emerged from the bathroom when he heard you, looking between you and Eren before asking, “What’s wrong? What happened?”

“What do you think, dumbass?” Eren replied, glaring at him while he wrapped his arms around you. 

Jean scoffed and walked over, hugging you with Eren and petting your head.

You cried more, covering your face as the tears fell. The post-orgasm clarity was setting in, and it felt horrible.

Jean and Eren whispered to each other above your head, quiet enough that you couldn’t hear what they were saying. They spoke back and forth into each other’s ears, careful to make sure you wouldn’t understand. 

After a minute of conversing in whispers, they both went quiet. Eren sat on the bed next to you, wrapping his arm around you and rubbing your shoulder.

“Put these on for me, ok?” He smiled, holding out your panties for you and shooting Jean a look that you couldn’t read, “We’ll take care of you.”

Nodding through tears and sniffles, you took the panties and put them on quickly, not wanting to feel exposed to them any longer. Eren kissed your head and pulled you into his chest, rubbing your shoulders and back to soothe you while you cried. 

Without your eyes on him, Jean quietly left the room to get a glass of water from the kitchen. On the way there, he shielded his vision from the living room, trying to avoid seeing the upsetting scene more than he would inevitably have to when he went to clean it up. He did the same as he walked back, speeding by quickly to avoid the mess.

When he returned to the room, he handed Eren the glass of water and grabbed a small bottle of melatonin tablets from off the bathroom counter. He had taken it with him to the party as part of the plan, only retrieving them from his pants after he was done fucking you but promptly leaving them in the bathroom when he heard you cry.

He unscrewed the child-safety top, took four 5mg tablets out, and put it back on. You looked at him as he told you to hold out your hand, wiping your tears and runny nose with your other sleeve as you did. He handed them to you and told you to take them, so you did—without even thinking—the strawberry-flavored tablets dissolving on your tongue. 

Eren urged you to drink some of the water before he put the glass down, moving closer to the middle of the bed so he could lie down with you. Jean walked to the other side, laying by your side and wrapping his arms around your waist, cuddling into you. Eren did the same, hugging your upper body and enveloping you in his and Jean’s warmth.

It was almost relaxing like this, being so warm and cozy. You could feel your eyelids become heavy and your tears dissipate in favor of a stuffy nose and red eyes, your body growing heavier with each passing second. 

“Just relax, sweetheart. We’ll have everything taken care of by the time you wake up.” Jean said softly, running his hand up and down your thigh.

“It’s been a long night. Just sleep, baby.” Eren encouraged you, kissing your head and moving as close as he could to you. He caressed your cheek, overwhelming you with all the soft touches you were receiving. It made you so tired. 

You were afraid to fall asleep. You were terrified of it, but couldn’t stop. It was too much by now, the drowsiness taking over and your eyes slowly shutting. Eren and Jean continued to coo and comfort you, finally telling you as you drifted to sleep what their plan was.

“We can’t wait for you to come home.”

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“I’ll let you go upstairs tomorrow for breakfast, okay?”

That was what he said to you yesterday. Two days after he had talked with you about going upstairs. He was finally letting you out. 

For a while, you were afraid that you would be stuck there for a lot longer—possibly for months before even getting a chance to get out—but only 5 days? You had managed to gain his trust in only 5 days? It was a miracle.

If you were able to gain his trust so easily, you wondered how simple escaping would be. Just the thought of it was enough to make you as giddy as a child on Christmas day. Soon you wouldn’t have to worry about being alone, or about being trapped in this godforsaken basement anymore. You would be free

Obviously, you would have to be careful and calculated about it—but that didn’t make it any less exhilarating. 

In fact, your excitement was showing with how you were sprawled out on your bed, legs kicking in the air while you daydreamed about your escape. You tried to plan it out, doing your best to recall the layout of Eren’s house, even though it'd been a while since you really paid attention to and memorized it. However, you did remember the long hallway that led to the front door, and the kitchen and living room on either side. Considering you’d be in the kitchen mostly, that’s all you needed to know. And if you could catch him distracted for just long enough—maybe you could make a run for it.

It couldn’t be that hard, could it? Even if the door was locked; if you were fast enough you could get out.

A knock at the top of the stairs interrupted your thoughts, alerting you that someone was about to come into the basement. You sat up and watched as the door flew open and Eren walked in, still wearing his pajamas and combing his hand through his tangled hair. He yawned as he made it to the bottom, stretching before shaking off his sleepiness and looking at you.

“Morning.” He smiled, feeling ecstatic at the sight of you happy to see him instead of the normally somber expression you gave.

“Morning.” You responded, throwing your legs over the side of the bed and getting up. He walked over and squeezed you against his chest, nuzzling his face into you without giving you a chance to protest. 

After a minute of suffocating you against him, he leaned away from you to ask the question you’ve been waiting for, “You ready for breakfast? Upstairs?”

“Yes!” You were more than ready for it. You were ready for your chance at freedom.

You squealed as he moved his arms under your butt and lifted you, forcing you to wrap your legs around him to prevent yourself from falling. Most of your weight was against his shoulder, your arms around his head and partially blocking his vision.

After a minute of adjusting your placement in his arms, he managed to move you around into a position more comfortable for him and less obstructing of his vision.

“Remember what we talked about?” He asked, giving himself a minute to prepare for hauling you upstairs with him.

“Mhm.”

“Good. Let’s go then.”

He walked to the stairs, slowly taking the first step up and gripping the wooden railing attached to the wall. The trip upstairs was quick, Eren putting more of his focus into holding you than actually getting up the stairs. When you made it up, he closed the door behind him carefully, making sure not to slam the heavy wooden slab shut like he normally did before beginning his walk to the kitchen.

The hallway was the same pale yellow color you remembered it being, but you only got a five-second glimpse of it and the familiar living room before you were already at your destination, being placed in one of the seats at the dining table. When you opened your mouth to speak, Eren interrupted you with a kiss to your head, turning away and going to the fridge to pull out a bag of microwavable waffles.

“How many do you want?” He asked.

Already being distracted by your surroundings and beginning to mentally plan out your escape route, you replied, “Hm?”

“How many waffles do you want?” He repeated, walking over to you and waving the crinkly plastic bag in front of your face.

You only stared blankly and blinked for a moment before finally giving your answer, “Three. Sorry.”

He chuckled and gave your nose a soft pinch, just assuming that you were just excited to be out of the basement and busy taking in the familiar surroundings that you hadn’t seen in a while. When he turned his back to you again, you went back to analyzing all the possible routes you could take to get from the kitchen to the front door quickly.

So far, there were two ways you could leave the kitchen—through the right or the left. Where you sat now, you were closest to the right—but the front door was right outside the left exit. If you were to leave through the right, you might be able to sneak behind the wall that shielded you from Eren and make it to the door. But on the other hand, if Eren caught on early, he could cut you off through the left, making it easy for him to catch you. 

If you were to leave through the left, you would have to go around the birch wood table, but you’d be able to go straight to the door after. If you stayed quiet enough, it could be the quickest way out—which brings you to another conflict you hadn’t thought about before.

Once you were out, what would you do? Eren would probably hear you leaving, and he wouldn’t just not chase you because you were out the door. If you ran, how long would you need to? Where would you run to? How long could you run before inevitably growing tired, giving Eren the chance to catch you again? 

No matter what happened, you could barely stand the thought of being recaptured and returned to that horrible basement again—but you had to try. If you didn’t try, you would end up back there regardless—so it was at least worth a shot.

The loud beeping from the microwave pulled you out of your thoughts, your stomach growling at the sweet smell of the waffles. A few seconds later, Eren was handing you the plate with a fork, telling you to ‘enjoy’ while he made his own stack of waffles.

You abandoned any idea of escape for now and focused on scarfing down the delicious waffles, almost finishing all of them before Eren had his done. When he sat down with his waffles, he gawked at how quickly you had eaten everything, questioning if you were just extra hungry that morning. 

After you’d cleared the plate, he took it from you and stacked his on top of it, telling you that you could just put the silverware in the sink and that he would be done soon. You nodded, complying and putting your dirty fork in the sink before sitting down again and feeling the regret of eating too fast set in. You didn’t feel sick per se, but you realized that eating so quickly now meant that you would be back in the basement sooner. 

Eren noticed your unease—watching you shuffle around in your seat anxiously and stare at the spot in front of you—so he asked you, his mouth stuffed full with waffles, “What’s wrong, angel?”

“I don’t want to go back to the basement yet.” You pouted, crossing your arms on the table and resting your head atop them. 

Eren frowned, putting a hand on yours and squeezing it. He knew how much you hated it down there, and he’d feel awful sending you back so quickly—so he came up with an excuse for you to stay, “You can wake Jiyuu up with me before you go—and maybe you could play with him a little too.”

A smile replaced your pout, you growing excited once more. Eren, content with your reaction, went back to eating while you watched him impatiently. You haven’t seen his bird in forever, let alone gotten to play with him. You missed his cute feathery friend and his silly antics.

The second Eren finished his food, you stood up and dashed into the living room, startling Eren who nearly knocked over his chair as he clambered after you. When he finally caught up, he let out a huge sigh of relief to see that you were standing in front of Jiyuu’s cage, excited to see his bird—not trying to escape.

“Jesus baby, you scared the shit out of me!” He exclaimed, walking up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist, his neck craning forward so his head could rest on your shoulder.

You giggled, placing your hands on his before being interrupted by a quiet squawk, the bird inside of the covered cage being woken by your commotion and now expecting you to let him out. 

Eren sighed again, pulling his hands back to massage your sides before letting go, “You can uncover Jiyuu and take him out, I still have to put my plate in the sink. I’ll be back in a second to do his food and stuff.”

Nodding, you watched him walk back to the kitchen and then turned to the large bird cage, tugging off the thin red blanket that covered it. The amazon parrot inside greeted you with an excited “Hi!” before beginning to bob his head rapidly. It seemed like he was excited to see you too—which was only natural. Out of all of Eren’s friends, you were the one he liked the most after Eren—which made sense, considering how attached Eren was to you. It was obvious he’d take after his owner, especially after being raised by him from just an 8-week-old hatchling.

“Hi!” You copied him, unlocking and opening the door to his cage. He climbed right out, moving across the bars and to the top of the door, allowing him to stand eye level with you. He fluffed up for a moment before he shook his body, sending down feathers and bird dust flying everywhere and making you sneeze. 

A small chuckle came from near the kitchen, prompting you to turn your head towards the noise. Eren had a smile on his face as he approached, walking over to the cage and holding his arm out in front of the bird almost immediately. The bird climbed onto him, side-stepping up to his shoulder and pushing his beak into the side of his forehead. 

You smiled at them for a minute before turning around to the cage, reaching and pulling out the food and water dishes from inside. This wasn’t the first time you’d done Jiyuu’s morning routine—you had done it a couple of times before after sleeping over—so you knew well enough what needed to be done. A small trash can was placed near the cage, specifically for the cracked open shells or half-eaten bird seed that remained in the food dish. You dumped the contents into it, emptying his water dish into a nearby plant next. 

Eren watched you carefully, scratching his bird’s crest and making sure you weren’t planning anything—his eyes following you around and burning holes into the back of your head. As much as he trusted you, he was still adamant about not taking many risks.

Trying not to pay any mind to it, you continued with your tasks—refilling his water with the dispenser near his cage (reserved mostly for Jiyuu because Eren loved to spoil him) and filling his food dish with the mix of pellets that were kept under his cage in a plastic tub. Once you finished, you put the small bowls back into his cage, slipping them carefully into their metal holders before moving away again. 

“Done.” You spoke, turning to face Eren. He was too busy being distracted by Jiyuu to respond, scratching the bird's head, kissing and cooing at him. You couldn’t help but smile at the way he was with his pet, caring for him so well and treating him with nothing but love. It made you envy his bird sometimes; you wanted to be taken care of like that too. 

Finally able to pull his head away without upsetting the parrot, he turned to you and quickly made up another excuse to keep you upstairs longer, “Wanna see some of his tricks?”

When he saw how excited you looked while nodding, he beamed and pointed to the floor next to the coffee table and motioned for you to sit, taking Jiyuu off of his shoulder and placing him down while he grabbed some treats. You sat, allowing Jiyuu to waddle over to you and almost climb onto your arm. The only thing that stopped him was Eren, who walked over and sat the bag of pine nuts down, scooping the bird up in his arms and holding him while he sat next to you.

“He lets you do that?” You asked, pointing to Jiyuu, who had his curled-up talons in the air.

“Yep. It took so long for him to trust me like this, but now he lets me treat him like he’s my little baby.” He cooed at the bird, rocking him back and forth like an infant, making you giggle. Jiyuu stared at him, looking confused at the noises he was making. He laughed a little at the bird’s surprisingly expressive face and placed him back on the table, letting him roll back onto his feet and make his way to the treat bag.

You moved closer to Eren, leaning on him a little like you always did when you were next to him—at least before you got kidnapped. 

“Wanna try some of the ones you’ve seen him do before? I can show you some of his newer tricks after.” Eren asked while he stole the bag of pine nuts from Jiyuu’s hold and handed it to you, much to the parrot’s dismay. 

You gave the bird a pat on the head, pulling open the zip-locked bag and taking a single pine nut out. Immediately, all of his attention was on you, and it was clear that he was eager for the treat. 

“Roll over.” You said, prompting him to roll sideways onto his back, then onto his feet again. He stared you down after, yearning for the treat in your hand and waiting for you to give it to him for completing his trick.

“Good bird!” You handed him the nut, watching as he pried it open and chomped it down quickly, leaving the shells discarded at his feet. Pulling out another, you waited for him to finish before giving him another trick, “Spin!”

He spun in a circle, his talons loudly tapping against the glass of the coffee table as he did. After you praised him and gave him his reward, Eren took the bag from you, too excited to show you Jiyuu’s new tricks to wait any longer.

“Hey, I wasn’t done!” You pouted, reaching for the bag in his hands.

“I wanna show you what I taught him! Pretty please?” He begged, giving you the best puppy eyes he could and holding the treats out of your reach.

You let out an overly dramatic sigh, giving up and resting your chin on his shoulder, “Fine, I guess you can. But they better be some damn good tricks.”

He smiled and patted you on the head, placing the bag back in his lap and pulling out a pine nut, “Thank you, angel.”

Jiyuu stood in front of Eren now, bobbing his head up and down. 

Eren smiled at the bird, holding up the treat, “Big wings!” 

Jiyuu spread his wings, holding them out and puffing up his feathers to make himself look big. 

“Good boy, Jiyuu!” Eren handed him the pine nut, scratching his head before reaching back into the bag.

He held the next nut in his palm under his ring and pinky fingers, his three remaining fingers spread out to imitate a gun, “This is one of his newest tricks. Watch.” 

Jiyuu finished off the food and looked at Eren’s hand, perking up when he realized what he was about to do.

Eren pointed his fingers at Jiyuu, “Bang!” 

The bird rolled onto his back, dramatically throwing his head onto the table and curling his talons to make it look like he was dead—despite his eyes being wide open and his breathing being visible. 

You let out a gasp, crying out an elongated “nooo!” with fake sadness in your voice. When Eren praised him for completing the trick, he immediately rolled onto his feet again and rushed to devour his prize, happily chomping away as Eren scratched the crown of his head.

“Good boy, such a good boy,” he repeated, kissing his beak and sitting back to put his arm around you, “our birdie boy!” 

You could feel your face heating up at that. Why was he suddenly treating the parrot like he was your son? Obviously, Jiyuu meant a lot to him—maybe even as much as a child could mean to a parent, but he wasn’t your child. You weren’t as bonded with him as Eren was.

“Our?”

Eren’s cheeks burned, “Ha, yeah. I mean, you’re going to be spending a lot more time with him now so—I thought that maybe it would be appropriate that he’s both of ours. Like our kid or something.”

“Ah. Ah… I guess that makes sense.” You tried to dismiss it, an uncomfortably anxious feeling piling up in the pit of your stomach. The thought of him thinking about things like children with you—even if it wasn’t serious, and just about a pet—left a bad taste in your mouth. That kind of thing meant being committed to him or his pet—and you couldn’t be that with either of them if you planned on escaping. 

It almost made you feel bad for wanting to escape. 

Without realizing it, your brows furrowed while you were deep in thought. Eren gave you a concerned look, shaking your shoulder and asking you if you were okay. It took you a moment before you were able to respond, too busy talking to yourself in your head to realize he was talking to you. When you did, you just nodded your head and threw yourself onto the floor, letting out a dramatic sigh and trying to avoid explaining yourself

Eren chuckled, choosing to believe that you just spaced out for a moment and nothing more. He set the bag of nuts aside and crawled over you, effectively pinning you to the floor, albeit more playfully rather than with any sort of ill or horny intent.

“Eren!” You put your hands against his chest, squealing as he laid on top of you and stopped holding himself up, leaving you crushed under him. 

He laughed more as you slapped his back and squirmed, trying to get him off so you could breathe again. When he finally lifted himself, you took in a deep breath and hit his chest lightly, “Rude!”

The smile he had on his face after you said that put butterflies in your stomach. It was such a happy and gentle smile—one you weren’t used to seeing on Eren. But now, thinking about it—you’d seen it a lot more recently. Was it because of you?

Noticing your stare on him, Eren took it upon himself to lean in—hoping to make a move that you would accept. He pressed his lips to yours, wrapping an arm underneath your head to push you closer. You let out a tiny squeak, not realizing before what he was doing—but still let him kiss you, trying to relax as he held you there.

His lips were so soft. So soft and warm compared to the basement. His entire body was warm. You would prefer this over the basement any day. 

After you wrapped your arms around him, he took a moment before deciding to test your limits, using his thumb to try and pry your mouth open so he could push his tongue in. Much to his disappointment, you smacked his face away from yours and pointed to the bird sitting on the table, staring at the both of you cluelessly, “Not in front of him!”

Eren let out an exaggerated sigh and got off of you, pulling you onto your knees beside him. “Fine, fine. I won’t,” he paused and looked at Jiyuu, “Cockblocker.”

Unable to understand, Jiyuu started bobbing his head and trying to stand tall, just happy to have Eren’s attention back on him. You couldn’t help but giggle at how clueless and silly he was at times. 

“Aw, I can’t stay mad at you. Cutie.” He kissed his beak and held out his hand, letting the parrot step onto it. He lifted him up and onto his cage door, putting the seeds away afterward. You sat quietly now, your hands in your lap and your eyes glued to the floor. You really did not want to go back to the basement—but if only doing it once or twice more meant you’d get out, then you had to.

“Alright, it’s time for you to go back downstairs.” Eren walked back to you, offering a hand to help you get up. You looked up at him, pulling a last-ditch effort to stay for at least another minute by giving him the saddest puppy-dog eyes you could muster.

“Don’t give me that look, angel. I’ll let you come up for lunch in a couple hours.” He knelt, sliding his hands under your butt and lifting you into his arms, now carrying you with your legs around his waist.

“You will? Really?” You leaned back to get a good look at his face, his blissful smile still evident.

“Yep. I’ll take you up for every meal now. As long as you're good, that is.”

He gasped and almost dropped you as you started bouncing your legs excitedly, wrapping your arms around his neck and burying your face into him, “Thank you, thank you.”

With his grip on you tightened, making sure you wouldn’t fall—he kissed the side of your head and replied, “You’re welcome.”

You would be escaping much sooner than you had planned.

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The few hours you had in between breakfast and lunch were spent getting ready, showering, and making sure you looked decent enough to go outside. Eren had given you one of his black t-shirts and some lounge shorts for the day, meaning you had the advantage of less clothing to hold you back compared to him—who usually wore baggy sweatpants and sweaters. 

When you were finished, all you had left to do was wait for him to get you—and with how long it took for you to get ready, and according to the cheap wall clock in the basement—it would only be around an hour before he did. You decided to take the time to nap—like you normally did in between meals. You needed the rest for when you would escape, anyways.

Your nap felt like barely anything—when you fell asleep, you were shaken awake by Eren after what felt like 15 minutes, despite your clock telling you otherwise. When you opened your eyes, you could see that he was wearing a frilly pink apron—bought for him as a joke gift by Connie—along with a band t-shirt and sweats—and his hair was now tied back in a bun. 

You groaned as he picked you up, leaning your head against his shoulder and burying your face into him. You were still half asleep, barely able to process him saying something along the lines of ‘it’s lunchtime, sleepyhead,’ and struggling to make out what was going on until the bright light of upstairs was flooding your vision. It woke you up rather quickly, the difference between the natural light from outside and artificial lights in the basement making your eyes hurt. It took a minute, but you got used to the brightness of upstairs and got placed in the same chair as before, Eren kissing your head and turning away, already prepared to serve you lunch. 

“I made something special for today. Y'know, ‘cause it’s your first time being upstairs for lunch and stuff.” He turned towards you with two meatloaf-filled plates, walking to the table and placing them down in their respective spots. He grabbed the silverware next, already having it out on the kitchen counter, prepared for the meal. 

After handing you one of the two sets, he sat across from you and got ready to dig in—but before his fork could even touch the food, you finally spoke up, “Are you gonna take the apron off?”

He froze for a second, processing what you said and looking down at the apron. Another moment passed and he looked back up, this time seeming more sure of himself, “Nah, I’m gonna wash dishes after we’re done anyways. I might as well keep it on until I’m done with that.”

You chuckled, picking up your fork and nodding at him. The two of you ate quietly after that, only looking up at each other occasionally while you did. There was no need to talk, and you were both too busy stuffing your mouths full of the delicious food to speak anyways.

Eren finished first, clearing his plate in minutes and leaving you to eat alone while he put his plate in the sink and put away the leftovers. With him distracted, you looked around the kitchen to remember your escape routes, quickly deciding on the one you would take when you got the chance. The left seemed like the safest option for now, so that’s the path you would take.

After you finished, you got up and put the plate in the sink with Eren’s, thanking him for the food and sitting back down, watching him carefully as he nodded and finished putting the leftovers away. He approached the sink, grabbing the sponge that sat on the edge of it and turning on the water—also turning his back to you. Now was your chance.

Slowly, you stood up, keeping your eyes on him and trying your hardest to keep the wooden chair from moving against the floor. Once up, you backed out of the room slowly, staying on your toes and praying you wouldn’t step on a creaky floorboard. You managed to make it to the hallway, leaving you standing on the runner carpet that helped to muffle your footsteps.

Taking in a deep breath and feeling the adrenaline and anxiety pulsing through you, you turned towards the front door and prepared to dash.

And then he turned his head.

“What the fuck are you doing?” He asked, but it was already too late. You made a run for it. 

The next thing you heard was a plate shattering on the floor—probably from Eren dropping it—and then you were tackled. Not even halfway to the door, he had already caught up and thrown himself on top of you to prevent your escape.

You hit the ground face first, hitting your nose against the floor and making it bleed almost instantly. He had you pinned underneath him, holding you down by your shoulders and keeping you from moving while he lost his temper. Jiyuu squawked at the commotion, not used to seeing his handler get so violent. Eren yelled at you, asking you why you would do that to him and why you thought you could get away—but as quick as he was to anger, he was just as quick to calm when you turned your head and looked at him. 

You were already crying, and the blood was already smeared over your mouth and cheek, dripping to the carpet below. You sobbed, not only from the pain but from the failed escape. You destroyed your only chance. There was no way Eren would ever trust you that much again. 

He felt bad for yelling—and even worse for making you bleed. He should have known better than to trust you so quickly. Maybe this was his fault, not yours. He was too desperate for your love and acceptance.

“I…Fuck. Come on.” He struggled to find the words, instead moving off of you and picking you up from the floor. With shaky hands, you covered your bleeding nose and tried to stop the blood from getting everywhere, leaning your head away from Eren so that if the blood did drip, it wouldn’t get on him.

He walked through the doorway to the basement, cementing your failure as you were ending up in the same place you were trying to escape from. He wasted no time shutting the door behind him and making his way down the stairs, each step creaking beneath his feet. You were taken to the bathroom and placed on the closed toilet seat, Eren shutting and locking the door beside you. He really didn’t trust you now.

The first thing he did after that was grab a few squares of toilet paper, ripping them in half, rolling them up, and moving your hands away so he could shove them into your nose. Both dry and fresh blood covered your palms, the pools of red spilling down your arms from how little you could hold. Eren—after making sure the roll of toilet paper wasn’t going to fall out of your nostril—went to grab a rag from the shelf, wetting it in the sink and ringing it out quickly so he could clean the blood off of you.

He wiped down your arms and hands first—as that’s where most of the mess was—before moving on to your face, where he carefully scrubbed the unpleasant feeling of dried blood off, being cautious to avoid knocking the toilet paper out of your nose.

Along with the blood, he wiped away your tears that wouldn’t stop falling. Discarding the rag, he tried to use his thumbs instead, hoping that maybe the skin contact would comfort you. If anything, it only made things worse, your sobs increasing in volume while you tried to move away from him. The sour look on his face didn’t help either.

Sighing, he stood up and unlocked the bathroom door, picking you up again and taking you to your bed. He put you down, wrapping your entire body in the blanket and comforter before wiping your tears away again. You couldn’t stop the tears—not even by holding your breath. Everything that had built up to this was meaningless now—you were back to square one, and you couldn’t handle it. 

He grabbed your chin with his hand, forcing you to meet his dulled green eyes while he spoke to you, “We’re going to talk about this after you calm down, got it?” 

You nodded, unprepared for when he pressed his lips to yours next, moving his hand behind your head and forcing you against him. He moved away after a minute, standing up and walking to the stairs while you sat there, eyes blown wide open as you struggled to process what just happened. By the time you’d come back to your senses, he was already at the top of the stairs, leaving you barely any time to confront him.

“Eren! Eren, wait!” You cried out, only to be met with the slam of the door—leaving you to sob loudly in the dark, alone in the cold basement again.

Upstairs, on the other side of the door, Eren stood there holding back tears. He leaned against it, balling his hands into fists and clenching his teeth. He was so angry—angry at himself, and at you. He was angry that he trusted you, and angry that you broke that trust. He just wanted you to love him like he loved you. At least, he wanted you to let him love you. Why couldn’t you do that? What was so hard about it? All he wanted was to love you, and you wouldn’t let him. He didn’t understand, and the fact that he couldn’t was pissing him off.

It wasn’t fair. This wasn’t fair.

He slid down the door, covering his face with his hands as he began to sob. It’d been a long time since he cried like this. There were very few things as painful as the love of your life rejecting you—at least to Eren, anyways.

All he could do was tell himself that you would eventually cave, that you’d eventually give into him and let him love you. You had to—you would be able to fight against him forever. Even if you didn’t love him back—if you at least let him love you, that would be enough. That would be enough.

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After crying for what felt like hours, Eren finally grew calm enough to clean up the broken plate in the kitchen and check on his bird, going to his room afterward to watch TV and sulk. While curled up in his sheets, he scrolled through dozens of different forums and web searches, looking for a way to apologize to you for hurting you accidentally. Although there was a strong desire to do something to punish you for trying to leave, god knows how much more you would hate him if he did—and he refused to take that chance. 

Time passed faster than he realized, the sun nearly setting and dinner time coming quicker than he could meal plan. When he finally realized how late it was getting, he panicked and scrambled to make you something simple to eat, all while trying to decide how he was going to apologize to you. 

The meal he made was simple, just something easy and microwavable so he could get it to you fast. He was too anxious to eat anything big, so he scarfed down a few granola bars for dinner before making his way to the basement door. 

As soon as he pulled it open, anxiety swelled in his chest, and he prayed that you would be calmer than you were earlier. Each step he took down the stairs felt heavy, the dread weighing him down more than anything physical could. 

You came into view when he was halfway down the steps, and by god, you look miserable. You were still how he left you, curled up in the blankets and staring at the floor. The absence of a bloody tissue in your nose and quiet sniffles instead of sobs were the only things different about you.

You didn’t even look at him when he approached you, placing your food on the nightstand and turning the table lamp on to its highest setting. 

He sat next to you, staring at the side of your head and waiting for some kind of indication as to how you were feeling, and if you were ready to talk to him yet. You stayed still, nervous to say anything or move even an inch. Even if he was calmer now, you were still afraid. One wrong move and he might snap at you again, and you didn’t want to risk it.

After a minute of awkward silence, you were finally the first to speak up, “Do you… hate me?” 

He looked shocked, almost immediately saying, “No, No! Of course not… I could never.” 

After another quiet moment, he repeated your question, “Do you hate me?”

You shook your head. As much as you wanted to, and as much as you should have, you just couldn’t. You’d been through too much with him and been with him for far too long to just turn around and hate him. 

“I’m sorry. For—for hurting you. I panicked and—and I really regret the way I reacted. I’m sorry.” He apologized, looking down so you wouldn’t see the guilt in his eyes.

Your head snapped in his direction, the expression on your face showing slight shock. Eren was never one to apologize for most things, except when it came to you—but even then, there was a limit to what he would apologize for, and stopping your escape was not something you thought would be under that limit. 

Noticing the look you gave him, Eren knew what your immediate thought was and was quick to correct it, “Don’t get the wrong idea; I’m sorry for hurting you, not sorry for keeping you here.”

As he watched your face drop, he started to feel like an asshole for saying it like that. He moved closer, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close, the blankets around you making it easier for him to keep you constrained. 

“Listen, I only keep you here because I know it’s safer. You’re safe here, away from everyone. I keep you here because I love you and,” he paused, feeling his eyes begin to water at just the thought of it, “and I wouldn’t be able to handle it if I ever lost you or if you got horribly hurt. So I have to keep you here where I can always keep an eye on you. Where I can protect you…” 

His arms tightened around you and his face nestled into your neck, allowing you to feel every shaky breath that came out of him until he calmed himself. He was suffocating you in the blanket, hugging you so tight that you could barely manage to inhale. 

“Too tight… too tight, Eren.” You managed to choke out, prompting him to let go of you and apologize again.

Before he could make anything worse than he already had, Eren stood up and turned towards the stairs, muttering something about having a nice dinner while he started to walk away, determined to leave for fear of making another mistake and hurting you again. 

He hadn’t even reached the stairs and you were already panicking and tripping over yourself and the blankets, trying to grab onto him to prevent him from leaving you alone again. You couldn’t handle being alone even more right now.

“Eren! Eren, wait, wait! Please, don’t leave this time! Please! Please…” 

By the time you were able to reach him, you were almost in tears—tugging on the bottom of his shirt and burying your face into his back, “I don’t want to be alone again. Please.” 

His heart shattered when he heard you say that. Immediately, he turned around, scooping you up in his arms and carrying you back to the bed. He sat down with you in his lap, hugging you and rocking back and forth while rubbing soothing circles into your back. For a while, you just sat there, face buried in his neck while you clung to him for comfort. 

This is exactly what he wanted. This is all he’s ever wanted. Could you finally see that now?

After a minute, you were finally calm and slumped against him, feeling the most relaxed that you had in days. His arms were warm—so warm compared to everything else. You didn’t want to leave.

“I’m sorry for trying to run,” you apologized, “I really regret it. I’m so sorry.” 

You held onto him desperately, your face against his neck the entire time. He stopped tracing circles on your back after processing what you’d said, and it made you tense up. The last thing you wanted right now was to make him angry.

“Would you still regret it if you did make it out?” He questioned you, trying to hide the hurt in his voice. 

“Yes. Without you, I—I wouldn’t know what to do… I wouldn’t know what to do with myself.” You held onto him even tighter, afraid that he would try and leave after your answer, “I’d do anything for you to forgive me. I swear I would.”

Eren hesitated for a moment before speaking again, “Anything?”

Realizing the extent of what you said, you quickly corrected yourself before he could say anything else, “Almost anything.”

He chuckled at you, “I wasn’t going to ask for anything weird or sexual. Promise. I was just wondering if we could… take a bath together.”

You leaned back and cocked your eyebrow at him.

“Seriously! I won’t do anything that you don’t want me to. I just—I just want to take a bath with you. So we can relax. It’s been a long day, I think we both need it.”

Nodding, you rested your head against his shoulder again, tensing up when he slid his hands under your butt.

“So, is that a ‘yes’?”

You nodded again. He stood up, holding your legs around his waist as he walked to the bathroom. He turned on the lights and set you down on the toilet seat, walking to the bathtub and getting down on his knees to plug the drain and turn it on. As the tub filled, he stood up and pulled his t-shirt off, bunching it up and tossing it into the hamper like a basketball.

“He scoooores!” He shouted, drawing out the o and shooting his arms into the air to celebrate his minor victory. You clapped, giggling while he flexed his arms and pretended to show off, 

The tub was filling quickly, so he continued to strip—slipping off his sweatpants and boxers next and throwing them to join his shirt. You kept your head turned away from him, knowing that you wouldn’t be able to help your wandering eyes if you were to look at him.

He got into the tub, the water going just above his hips, “Your turn.”

You got off of the toilet and stripped quickly, pulling off your shorts and underwear at the same time and tossing all of it into the hamper.

When you turned towards Eren, his face was red and he was staring directly at you. It looked like he hadn’t even tried to turn away. You tried to ignore it, covering up your chest and walking to the tub, his eyes still observing and taking in every inch of your body. 

As you stepped in, he put a hand on the back of your thigh, making you flinch so hard that you almost slipped over. He apologized and quickly retracted his hand, looking down in shame.  Despite his actions having the innocent intent of helping you keep your balance while you sat, the way it came off was horrible.

When you sat, the water was up past your stomach and near the top of the bathtub, so you reached forward and turned the water off before finally leaning back into Eren.

His face was still red and hot, warming you up along with the water. Your face was mostly the same—burning up with embarrassment and beginning to sweat. You could feel everything with the way you were pressed against him. Everything. 

He was leaned back, arms on the sides of the tub and his knees bent on either side of you. You were leaning on him, your arms next to his and your legs straight forward next to his. You could feel his chest on your back, but more noticeably, you could also feel his dick. Right up against your back. Hard, against your back.

You tried to ignore it, and you could tell Eren was trying hard too as well. He was tensed up, almost shaking, and his hands were clenched into fists. You leaned your head onto his shoulder, reaching behind him and tugging on the band that held his bun in place. His hair tumbled onto his shoulders and around your head as you tugged the band out, tossing it outside of the tub and resting your arms next to his again.

He was even tenser now, all of the muscles and veins in his arms showing more prominently than they normally would because of how hard he clenched his fists. Being in the bath like this with you was nearly impossible. He wanted to do these things with you without it being sexual—but he’d wanted you for so long. If he had just had that release beforehand then maybe he wouldn’t be thinking like this, but it was too late for that now. 

You were just too perfect to handle—you were too perfect for him and yet, here you were, sitting in between his legs, naked in a bathtub. If you had told him months prior that this is where he’d end up, he’d probably faint. He needed you. He needed you so badly—and he was going to go mad if he couldn’t feel you soon.

“Could I… touch you?” 

You immediately tensed up at his question, and he could feel it.

“I—I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean it like that! I just want to… feel your skin… and feel you.” Eren sighed as his face turned even redder than before, his flushed face making him look like he had a fever, “Please.”

You thought it over for a minute before deciding. Sure, there were many things you didn’t trust him with—but if there was one thing you trusted him with, it would be listening to your boundaries. Physical boundaries, that is.

“I guess you can.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want you to be uncomfortable, I just… really want to touch you.” He leaned forward, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“I’m sure, Eren. I promise.” You gave his cheek a pat, grabbing his wrist afterward and slowly pulling it towards you.

It felt like nearly all of the tension in his body was finally released as his palm hit your stomach. He moved his other hand to join the one already on you, his fingers moving to graze over your sides.

A shiver went up your back, and you jolted slightly as he buried his nose into the crook of your neck. He seemed to be enjoying touching you a little too much.

His hands slid up and down your waist, his fingers tickling all of the sensitive spots there and making you squirm. He continued, tracing hearts into your stomach with one hand while he did.

“You’re so soft.” He pressed you against him, your back now flush with his chest as he continued to feel your stomach.

You shivered as his hands trailed up your sides, around your back, and to your shoulders. He moved them to your arms, bringing them down to your sides as he continued to rub them.

“God, I… I’ve always wanted this. I’ve always wanted to hold you and touch you like this. I’ve always… wanted you.” He nuzzled his face into your neck more, squeezing your arms lightly. Having you here in his arms—where he could finally hold and protect you—felt so surreal. 

Your face was hot, and your body was shaking. It was so difficult to admit after everything but—you wanted him too. You wanted him to touch you, hold you, and protect you. You wanted to feel safe in his arms like you did before he did this. You wanted to feel like you did before this. Like you did when he was just your best friend. 

You would do anything to forget the situation you were currently in.

“You know, Eren—before all of this, I… liked you as more than a friend. I always thought that—that if I waited long enough, that maybe the feelings would go away or maybe you would confess something first.”

“You mean—you mean I could have had a chance?” He sounded so sad as he asked.

“I guess you could have—but… I don’t really know.”

You could hear his pout in his voice, “That’s—That’s ok. We’ll never know now, anyways.”

You nodded, quietly staring at your feet in the water.

“Although—It might’ve just ended up right back here anyways… Even if I did get to call you mine before this, I just—I can’t protect you outside like I can in here.” Eren confessed, moving to hold your waist instead of gripping your arms.

You felt your heart sink a little at that—knowing that no matter what your relationship was with Eren, things would have likely ended up here anyways. 

To avoid thinking about it any longer, you tried to change the topic, “How long have you liked me, Eren?”

“Since like… elementary school,” He hid his face in your shoulder again, his voice becoming slightly muffled as he continued, “I’ve been in love with you for as long as I can remember.”

“You have? But—what about all of those people you dated at the beginning of college?”

“You mean the total of 3 relationships I had? That all lasted less than a month?” 

“Yes, Eren, that’s what I mean. You’re not supposed to date people when you’re in love with someone else, jerk!” You meant it to be teasing, but it was still true. 

“Hey! In my defense, none of them were serious! I was just… trying to see if I could get over you.” 

He sounded sorrowful as he finished talking, keeping his face in your neck and closing his eyes. The following silence was deafening, and you could feel him tensing up again. You pressed yourself into him more, trying to comfort him.

“Did…Did you ever do stuff with them?”

Taken aback by your question, it took him a moment to answer, “Well… I did but… It wasn’t that enjoyable for me. I couldn’t get hard if I wasn’t… thinking about you. One of the biggest reasons that none of the relationships worked out is because I was just… so obsessed with you.”

He squeezed you again.

“Have… you ever done stuff with anybody?” He asked. His voice was shaking, and you could tell that this was a question that he really didn’t want you to answer ‘yes’ to. Thankfully for him, your truthful answer was ‘no.’

You definitely hadn’t been with anybody. Throughout high school, you had a boyfriend or two, but nothing that lasted long enough for you to even get a chance at being comfortable with that kind of intimacy. Most of them were there for maybe a week before they ran for the hills—probably because of Eren. He was always mean to anyone you had a mere crush on—you having an actual boyfriend turned him into a borderline stalker. Although—you knew now that he always kind of was. He just didn’t bother to hide it when something threatened to take you away.

“I’m glad you haven’t,” He smiled against your neck, “that means I get to be your first.”

“Excuse me?”

His eyes went wide against you and he sat up, no longer slouching over you, “Holy shit I didn’t mean to say that.”

Instead of the usual reassuring giggle you usually gave whenever he said or did something stupid, there was silence. Worried he messed up, Eren apologized repeatedly, pulling his arms away from you.

You grabbed his wrists, pulling them back to you, “I really really hate to admit this, but—but I—I wouldn’t… mind it if you were my first.”

Your hands were shaking, anxiety filling your chest, and a warm feeling brewing in between your legs. Your emotions were everywhere, desperate for Eren’s love and attention but just as equally disgusted by him for trapping you here.

But, was what he did really that disgusting? 

In all the time you’d been here, he’d been nothing but patient with you—ignoring his few bursts of anger—and he’d done everything he could to take care of you. He loved you. So much. And you wanted to love him too.

“Eren—I…” You managed to turn your head enough to face him, “I’m so sorry. I’m sorry for everything. I’m sorry for trying to run away.”

Tears formed in the corners of your eyes, your vision growing blurry as you fought to hold them in. 

“Oh, baby, you don’t have to apologize. I can’t change anything now but… you don’t have to apologize.” He wrapped one of his arms around you, the other hand cupping your cheek to comfort you. Carefully, he pressed his lips against yours and kissed you; it was so painfully gentle that it made your heart ache. His thumb stroked your cheek before he pulled away for a quick breath, leaning in after to kiss you again and again and again. He couldn’t get enough of you; he loved you so much and he needed you to see it.

Slowly, the kisses got deeper—and you became hyper-aware of how close he was to you again, his dick still pressed up to your back.

In an impulsive moment driven by your desperation and slight arousal, you pleaded, “Please touch me, Eren. Please, just make me yours. I want you to hold me, please, please.”

He looked shocked for a moment, but nodded anyway, barely being able to hide his excitement behind jagged and shaky breaths. Slowly, he turned your head forward and pushed it against his shoulder, allowing you to sit more comfortably in between his legs with yours spread out. The hands he had around you slowly made their way to your stomach, forcing jolts and squeaks out of you as they passed over the more sensitive spots on your sides.

“Are you sure you want this?” He asked, not wanting to cause any more accidental emotional damage than he already had today.

“Yes. I’m sure.”

“Alright, just… tell me if I’m too rough. I tend to do that without realizing.”

With your final nod, he let out a huge sigh and began to inch his hands up to your chest. He slowed as he reached it, hesitantly cupping your boobs with shaking hands. Your face was hot and his was red, both of you nervous about this first-time experience.

He began to fondle you, squeezing and playing with your boobs. You leaned your head back on his shoulder, whimpering quietly as he began to touch and toy with your nipples, his fingers grazing over them repeatedly and occasionally giving them a gentle tug.

His cock was rock hard against your back now, and you could feel just how excited he was. It made you flustered to know that he only ever got this way over you.

One of his hands continued to play with your chest while the other slowly moved downward, drifting over your stomach and down to in between your legs. 

His fingers touched your clit, forcing a gasp out of you and making you flinch. You were shaking even more, arousal building up in the pit of your stomach. You wanted him to touch you—but it was so nerve-wracking.

“Are you alright?” Eren asked you, his chin on your shoulder, “We can stop if you want.”

You shook your head, “No, no! Please, keep touching me. I’m just—I’m so nervous.”

He nodded, giving you a peck on your neck, “I am too. It’s ok.” 

His heart was beating out of his chest. Why wouldn’t it be? He was getting to touch the most perfect person he’d ever seen—he was getting to call them his. It was the most exciting thing in the world.

He kissed your neck, moving up and down to cover it with his affection. His fingers touched and rubbed at your clit, pressing against it and moving around in slow circles.

Your entire body was on fire; the sudden stimulation was overwhelming. Your tiny gasps and whimpers were like music to his ears. 

“Does that feel good?” He asked, taking note of your noises while he searched for the spot you reacted the most to.

Nodding, you tilted your head away from him to give him more room to kiss—but instead of that, he latched onto a spot smack dab in the middle of your neck and started sucking away, his goal to give you the biggest hickey he could. You trembled, pressing your hips against his hand to beg for more. 

He complied, his hand speeding up and the rubbing becoming so fast that it made the water in the tub splash around. His other hand was still on your chest, squeezing it and rubbing your nipple. 

“Oh god—Eren, Eren.” Your hips bucked into his hand as you cried out, all of the different things he was doing almost driving you over the edge. 

“You gonna cum?” He asked, only pulling away from your neck to speak before he was back to sucking on it. 

“I think—yes, yes, I’m gonna!” You tried to grab onto the sides of the tub, whimpering when he let go of your tit so that his hand could join the other. 

He stopped touching you, pulling you back against his chest before he trailed his finger around your clit again, slower this time.

“You’re already going to cum?” He chuckled, “You really are a virgin, aren’t you, angel?”

You pouted, clearly feeling embarrassed by the comment, which only made him laugh more, “Come on baby… it’s nothing to be ashamed of. I just think it’s cute is all.”

After that, you went quiet, flustered and leaning against him, waiting for him to pleasure you again. 

He kissed your neck, tracing tiny hearts on your lower stomach before he moved his hands back to where they were previously. Gently, he grazed a finger over your clit, barely touching it, and rested it right on your throbbing heat. He prodded at it, sliding his fingers in between your lips before dipping one inside of you, going up to the first knuckle.

You let out a gasp and leaned your head back onto his shoulder, your cunt gripping around his finger, not used to having fingers as big as his inside of you. Sure, you’d done things to yourself on your own time—but his fingers were huge, making yours seem puny in comparison. Having someone else’s finger inside of you felt different too—it made you feel so out of control but still excited at the same time, so excited you were shaking from arousal. 

He didn’t move his finger, instead using his other hand to play with your clit while you got used to the feeling. 

“Tell me when you want me to move my fingers, ok?”

“Ok—Ok.” You repeated yourself, taking in a deep breath to slow your racing heart. As out of control as you felt, Eren helped to remind you that he would always stop if it was too much for you. It helped you feel more comfortable in this position—pressed against him with your legs spread wide. 

Finally, you were able to relax—your pussy no longer squeezing around his finger, and your muscles untensing after being contracted almost the entire time he was touching you. It felt nice—finally being able to enjoy his touches without the uncomfortable tense feeling in your body. 

“You can move them now, Eren.” 

With your permission, he did just that—moving his finger in and out of you slowly, continuing to massage your clit while he did. You let out a loud sigh, shuddering at the feeling of his finger pumping in and out of you. You wanted more.

“Another finger. Please.”

“Already? Are you sure?”

“Yes, Eren, please.”

“God, I love it when you say my name.”

You felt his other finger penetrate you soon after, filling you up and stretching you out. With two of his fingers inside of you instead of one, you felt fuller than you ever thought you would. It made you wonder how you would feel with his entire dick inside of you—how full you would feel, how good you would feel. It made the butterflies in your stomach go crazy.

His fingers moved quickly, pushing into you over and over. That, combined with him vigorously rubbing your clit, left you a panting, whining mess. He reached deeper than you ever could, allowing him to hit spots you’d never touched before. You tried to move your hips with his hands, pushing into them—and he continued to press deeper, his fingers as deep as they could be but still trying to push past the limit.

“It feels so good, fuck. Eren!” You reached back, grabbing onto his shoulders while you whimpered and cried, the warm feeling in your core increasing as he moved. 

“Yeah? Does it, baby?”

Much to your dismay, Eren could feel that you were getting close by how you were squeezing his fingers again, your heat pulsating as you were nearing the height of your pleasure—so he pulled his fingers away. You whined at him, feeling even more disappointed than the last time he did this—but thankfully, he didn’t intend on leaving you unsatisfied forever.

Moving his hands to your waist and massaging tiny circles into them, he asked you quietly, turning shy about touching you all over again, “Can—Can I fuck your thighs? Please? We don’t have to if you don’t want to, I’ll keep using my fingers, but,” he paused, hiding his face in the crook of your neck near the gigantic hickey he left, “I really want to try it. And it’s the closest I can get to fucking you without actually…”

It only took you a moment of thinking before you nodded—your head was so clouded by need that the only words you processed were basically ‘him fucking you’ as you become overly aware of his hard-on pressed against your back again.

“Really?” He asked, just to be sure you were ok with it.

When you nodded again, he stood up as fast as he could, his body dripping wet and his dick sticking up. He didn’t hesitate to pull you onto your feet next, pushing you against the bathtub wall. You spread your legs awkwardly, trying to give him space to put his dick. He took a moment to move into the right position and fix his balance before sliding in between your legs, pressing it against your pussy and pushing them back together so that it would stay like that.

Looking down at yourself, you could see the tip of it protruding from in between your thighs, the shaft rubbing up against your cunt and making you shiver. It felt amazing, surprisingly. Maybe it was just because you had already been aroused before, but it felt so good to have him rubbing up against you like this. He was so big too, and just the thought of him putting it inside of you eventually? It had you clenching around nothing, just aching for release.

Eren grabbed onto your hips, pressing his flush against yours before he started to move back and forth, sliding his cock up and down your throbbing cunt and in between your thighs. Every time the tip slid over your clit, it sent lightning through your body, making you cry out as he moved faster and faster, the sound of your thighs slapping together echoing through the bathroom.

“Fuck, I never thought I’d be able to do this.” His grip on your hips grew tighter, the water in the tub sloshing around as your legs moved with his thrusts, “I’ve never wanted to do this with anyone else and—and now I finally get to it with you.”

He pushed you up to the wall more, your face and chest squished against it, “Mine. Mine. All mine.” 

His length against your clit was pushing you over the edge, the repetitive and fast movements sending you spiraling into bliss. If it weren't for his hold on you, you would have collapsed into the water.

“I’m—fuck—Eren!”

You unraveled, your heat convulsing and clenching around nothing while you cried, finally reaching your climax. Your body was shaking, and you crumbled underneath him as he kept going, desperate to reach his own release. You flinched and jolted around, the overstimulation taking control over your body—but he kept you in place, holding you still with one hand and lacing the other’s fingers with yours.

With a couple more thrusts, he came undone, his cum ending up on the wall and dripping off of the tip. He leaned over you, panting into your neck and moving his hand up your side to massage it.

“God—You’re so perfect. You’re so fucking perfect.” He kissed down your neck and to your shoulder blade, sucking a hickey into it while he caressed your stomach, “I love you. I love you so much. God, I can’t believe you’re finally mine.”

You leaned your head back on him, grabbing onto his arm with your free hand and ignoring what he was saying, “I wanna shower now… the bath wasn’t very cleansing.”

“Ok, ok, we can,” he pulled you away from the wall, standing up straight, “Step out for a bit so I can drain the tub and… clean up my mess.” 

Nodding, you stepped around him and got out of the tub, watching him turn and bend over to unplug the drain. He turned the spout on after, scooping up the water with his hands and throwing it on the wall. After the tub was drained and the wall was clean, he turned the shower on and pulled you back in, holding you in his arms while you leaned back on him, relaxing under the warm water.

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After the slow shower, filled with lots of clinging and Eren continuously trying to hold your boobs, you both were met with the realization that Eren forgot to bring a change of clothes for you and himself. Instead of dragging himself upstairs to get some, he forced his t-shirt over your head and put his boxers back on, carrying your squealing self back to the bed in the other room.

You lay down together, cuddling up under the blanket and getting all cozy, your eyes growing heavy at a rapid speed. Being cuddled up like this was just so relaxing, it was hard not to fall asleep. 

The lazy pillow talk continued for a while until you were finally too exhausted to talk, your body giving into sleep faster than you could realize. Your head rested in between his bicep and his chest, legs tangled with his, and your arms around him. He had his hand on your back, the other wrapped around you and holding onto your butt. 

When he noticed you drifting off, he kissed your head and said goodnight, waiting until you were fully asleep to finally let himself relax. As he followed your lead and slowly closed his eyes, the only thing he could think about was how much he had planned for you.  

And It was a lot. 

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Your childhood friend—Eren—who’s been with you since you were just learning to walk.

Your childhood friend, Eren, who used to weave dandelion chords with you and Armin.

Your childhood friend, who’s jealousy started in pre-school when you played for just a bit too long with someone that wasn’t him.

Your childhood friend, who would hold your hand all throughout elementary, even when he was teased for having a “crush,” to which he would stick his tongue out and yell, “Nuh uh!”

Your childhood friend, who insisted he come to your house with you after school to finish homework, or go to the park so he could push you on the swing.

Your childhood friend, who would whine and pout when you invited Mikasa and Armin to sleep over, saying that even though he likes them, he likes spending time with you more.

Your childhood friend, who started fights when you went into middle school, whenever you told him you had a crush or when someone was rumored to have a crush on you.

Your childhood friend, who you’d have to bandage up and scold afterwards, telling him about how much trouble he was going to get in with his mother.

Your childhood friend, who finally confessed during freshman year that he had been in love with you since you were little, face beet red as he held both of your hands, begging you to give him a chance.

Your childhood friend, now boyfriend, who would take you out on sweet dates and buy you small gifts like subtly matching jewelry.

Your boyfriend, who took your virginity on your one year anniversary and held your hand the whole time.

Your boyfriend, who stopped cutting his hair after your graduations, and started to beg you to move in.

Your boyfriend, who convinced you to move into an apartment with him for college.

Your boyfriend, who started to cry more often, his arms around your waist at night while he told you how afraid he was to lose you.

Your boyfriend, who persuaded you into taking birth control so that you could have sex without a condom, only to throw them out and replace them with fake pills.

Your boyfriend, who began to grow more distant from his friends in favor of spending time with you.

Your boyfriend, who grew more and more irritated with your friends, jealous of any time you spent with them rather than him.

Your boyfriend, who punched Jean square in the face after he heard that he had feelings for you, bruising his nose and making it bleed.

Your boyfriend, who you had to pick up from the local police department after his father convinced them with money to give him community service instead of jail time.

Your boyfriend, who you had your biggest fight with after you got home, where he confessed that he’d recently been more insecure than ever, and was horrified of losing you.

Your boyfriend, who you’d calmed down after a talk, deciding after to spend the night watching a movie together.

Your boyfriend, who you ended up getting distracted by instead, clothes discarded on the floor while he buried himself balls-deep in your soaked cunt, telling you over and over that he was going to marry you and fuck you until your stomach was big and round from a baby.

Your boyfriend, who’s grip on your hips bruised you while he bit and sucked at your neck, chest, and shoulders.

Your boyfriend, who looked at you with such soft eyes that said you were his everything, who told you how pretty you looked all while you were cumming around his cock.

Your boyfriend, who grabbed your face to stare into your eyes while he came inside of you, his cum filling you up and dripping out of you when he pressed his lips against yours.

Your boyfriend, who carried you to the bath afterward, cleaning you off and making sure you were comfortable before he changed you into his shirt and a pair of panties to sleep.

Your boyfriend, who held you to his chest while you fell asleep.

Your boyfriend, who you woke up next to the morning after, but not in bed. Instead, in a van that held dozens of boxes and suitcases in the back and you in the front.

Your boyfriend, who had to pull over to calm you down from the panic you experienced after he refused to tell you what was going on or where you were going.

Your boyfriend, who calmed you down by telling you that he was just taking you on a surprise vacation to de-stress, with everything you had both gone through recently.

Your boyfriend, who felt horrible lying to you, but continued to drive his way to your new home, far away from your childhood city.

“You sure this ‘s ok to do?”

“Yes, Ren. I already talked to the doctor, she said it was safe.”

“I just don’t wanna hurt the baby ‘s all.”

You leaned forward, pressing a kiss to his forehead, “I know.”

Your big, almost 8-months pregnant belly pressed against his abdomen, your hands on his broad shoulders, fingernails digging crescents into his skin when you finally sunk down onto his hardened cock.

A gasp escaped your lips—the feeling of him filling you up was something you hadn’t experienced in a while.

“Eren—Eren, oh god.” you gasped

His face pressed against your chest while you leaned over him, hugging his head and threading your fingers through his hair.

The grip he previously had on your hips moved down to caress your outer thighs, then up to your stomach. When you felt his hands reach your baby-in-the-making, you leaned back again to give him more room to touch.

After moving his hands up to give both of your tits a gentle squeeze, he returned them to your tummy. His mouth latched onto one of your tender nipples, sucking away gently and drinking what came from them.

Your hand returned to his head, scratching and combing your fingers through his hair, “My sweet boy.”

The way you spoke made him whimper, eyes soft and pupils dilated when you looked into them. His thumbs massaged your belly, feeling the hard bump he loved to hold and massage lotion onto at the end of every day—the place where his baby was. Your baby.

He only pulled away from your nipple to tell you, “I love you” before latching on again.

You let out a sigh, finally starting to rock your hips against him.

“I love you too.”

“I kinda wanna peg you.”

Your random thought stated out loud brought a look of shock onto Eren’s face, his cheeks starting to warm as he slowly looked at you, who was laying on top of him while you both watched tv together on the couch.

“W-What?” He stuttered, face turning red while he started picturing it in his head. If that was a joke, it was a very strange and random one that he didn’t understand.

“I wanna try pegging you. Only if you’re into it, though.” You turned your head to face him instead of the show you had on, giving him an affectionate smile.

“Are—Are you being serious?” He almost couldn’t believe that you said that, and believed even less that you were actually serious.

“Yea. I am,” you paused, laying your head down on his chest before you began explaining, “I've been thinking about it for a while. I know that was kind of a random for me to blurt out, but I don’t really know when else I could’ve.”

Your face was starting to heat up, and you started to think that maybe you should have waited for a better moment to say anything.

“Well, I’m not opposed to the idea…” The arm he had draped over your back started moving up and down, his hand sliding up the back of your shirt and gently gliding his fingers over your spine. He let out a small hum when your back arched from him touching a sensitive spot, smiling at the small gasp you let out too.

“Really? You aren’t?”

“No, I'm not. In fact, it might be nice to not be the one doing all the heavy lifting during sex.”

“Heyyy that’s not true!” You sat up on him, playfully hitting his chest with the palm of your hand.

He held his hands out defensively, shielding his face, “I was joking baby, joking!”

After both of your play-fighting giggles calmed down, you looked at him more seriously and asked one more time, “You really want to try it out?”

“Yea. I do. I trust you, baby.” His fingers laced with yours and he held your hand, “I trust you.”

You knew he was ok with trying it out, but you didn’t realize how soon he actually wanted to. He ended up leaving later—the same day you had the conversation about it—and coming back with a bag from the closest sex shop he could find. When you asked him why, the only response he could give you was, “You wanted to try it out, didn’t you?”

And now here you were, standing awkwardly in your shared bedroom with him while both of you were trying to figure out where to start.

The bright blue strap-on dildo sat on the bed, freshly cleaned after being taken out of the box. Next to it sat a whole 8 oz bottle of water-based lubricant, ready to be poured onto a fake or real cock.

First things first, you decided to shove Eren to the bathroom and tell him to make sure his ass was clean. He pouted at your aggressiveness and shut the door, leaving you to strip out of your clothes and figure out how to put the strap on.

It was rather easy, an elastic band stretching around your hips and two more that wrapped around your inner thighs and snapped onto the back. You stroked it a few times, despite feeling nothing—It was a little funny. Was this how boys felt when they were hard? Probably not. You could still imagine it was, though.

Eren came back butt-naked, holding his clothes in a bunched up pile until he saw you. Seeing you standing there all shyly with the strap on sticking straight out sent blood running to his face and his cock. Your face got almost unbearably hot when you noticed how fast he got hard without you doing anything.

Leaving the clothes on the floor, he strode over to you and grabbed your face, “Can I kiss you?”

The way that he still asked, after all of the years you’d been in a relationship together—it made your heart swoon.

“Of course.”

His lips on yours made you feel like you were floating, his gentle hand moving to the back of your neck giving you butterflies. The kiss was so painfully soft and gentle, and it made your heart ache. You wanted nothing more than to make him feel good, and he wanted the same.

“Should I lay on the bed?” He asked, as unsure of his next move as you were with yours.

“What about foreplay?”

“I’ll be fine, I’ve gotten horny enough just thinking about this, but we can if you want to.”

You blushed at his admission, shaking your head in response, “I’m good, but I just wanted to make sure.”

Nodding, he kissed you again—quicker this time, but still just enough to make you melt. You gave his neck a few light kisses, lips grazing over hickeys that you left days before. When you stepped away, he walked to the bed and slowly bent over it after, squirming around to grab his pillow while you stood behind him, waiting for him to get comfortable.

Finally, he stopped moving—with his face buried into his pillow while he hugged it. He was embarrassed, to say the least. Never before had he been so vulnerable with a partner—he was so comfortable with you, and couldn’t imagine doing this with anyone else, but it still had his stomach doing flips.

You grabbed his hips suddenly, causing him to flinch at your cold touch. Gently, you massaged up and down his sides, relishing in the way he shuddered underneath you, like you have under him so many times before. You leaned forward, kissing down between his shoulder blades to right above his tail bone, hands holding his hips and gliding down to his ass, giving it a small squeeze.

Now, you turned your focus to actually lubing everything up, unscrewing the cap and tipping the bottle over your fake cock, slathering the slippery liquid all over it before moving on to Eren. He flinched as the lube hit his skin, whimpering into the pillow while you rubbed it onto his ass. It was cute, and you made sure to enjoy every little noise that slipped past his lips, considering this kind of thing didn’t happen often.

“Think you’re ready, babe?” You asked him, grabbing the shaft of the strap and putting it against him.

Taking in a deep breath, your boyfriend nodded, turning his head a little so that he could see you out of the corner of his eye, “I’m ready. Just… Remember to go slow.”

“I will, don't worry.” You leaned over him and gave him a quick peck on the head, helping his body relax just a little before you lined the tip of the plastic toy up with him.

The strap was thin and around 5 inches in length, hopefully small enough so that it wouldn’t hurt him too much. Slowly, you pushed the rounded off tip inside, trying to hold his hips still so he wouldn’t accidentally put any more in than he was ready for.

He let out a long exhale after a minute, his entire body shaking and his knuckles turning white with how hard they gripped the bedsheets.

“M-More.” He whimpered, giving you a desperate look.

“Are you sure?”

“Please.”

Without having to be asked another time, you pushed it in even more, keeping your slow and steady pace.

“All the way, please—please!” His voice was breathy this time, and his face was redder than you’ve ever seen it before. You nodded, not knowing if he could see you—and kept going until your thighs met his, and you were as far in as you could be.

“O-Oh, fuck, fuck.” he muttered, pushing his face into his pillow and letting out a muffled, choked moan.

When you bent forward to check on him, you pushed into him harder without meaning to—making him tense up and sending his hips bucking into the bed while he came on the sheets.

His entire body twitched, leaving him panting and whimpering, coated with sweat. He was shaking like a leaf.

“Did—did you cum already?” Your mouth was agape, showing how shocked you were that he finished so fast—you didn’t even get a chance to start moving.

Nodding, he pushed his ass against you again, “Keep going, I need—need you to fuck me ‘til I cum again!” He sounded so desperate, so needy that he didn’t know how to handle himself.

Grabbing his hips, you pulled him flush against you again and held him there while you praised and teased him for the way he was acting, “You’re so cute like this, ‘ren. We might have to do this more often.”

He whined and started to stand up—only being stopped by your hand in the middle of his back, pushing him back down.

“Uh-uh, stay down princess, I’m the one in charge tonight.” You let out a tiny giggle after the last word, smiling to yourself and imagining the pouty look Eren had on his face right now, even though you couldn’t see it.

He sighed and gave in, laying flat against the bed again and shoving his face into his pillow. Your hands returned to his waist, slowly rubbing up and down before your grip tightened around his hips and you started to fuck the strap into him, starting off slowly and then starting to pick up speed.

Despite his cock being pressed against the bed, you managed to slip your hand underneath him and grab it, cupping the shaft and sliding your index finger over the sensitive spot beneath the head. His moans grew, and you couldn’t help but smile at how adorable he was when you were the one in control.

“Ohh—Oh fuck!” Eren cried out, moving his ass in sync with you, “God, god!”

He felt so full, and the fact that his fucking perfect partner was the one doing it to him was driving him over the edge. He was close.

You bent over him, reaching your free hand out to lace your fingers with his, the palm of your hand on the back of his, pushing it into the mattress. A breathy giggle erupted from your throat, barely being able to speak through the pants, “You’re so perfect, so—so pretty, so perfect. My good boy, so perfect.”

With his heart racing and tears spilling over his lashes, the praise pushed him past his limit and he almost yelled, “I’m—I’m cumming! I’m cumming!”

You could feel his cock pulse in your hand, seed spilling out and soiling the sheets even more. His body spasmed, knees buckling under him. When his high had calmed, you pulled out slowly, smiling at the loud sigh he exhaled when it was all the way out. Tugging at the snaps on the back of the strap, you took it off, throwing it on top of your pile of clothes on the floor and laying next to your boyfriend.

He turned to you, face red and panting loudly. There was a thin layer of sweat covering both of you, making everything feel sticky. There was a very obvious need for a shower, but that could wait for a bit. Right now, you just wanted to praise and hold your baby.

“How do you feel, Eren?” You asked, cupping your hand on his jaw and rubbing gentle circles on his cheek.

His eyes closed and he relaxed into your touch, “I feel amazing.”

A smile grew on your face, and you moved your hand to comb it through his messy hair, leaning in and kissing his forehead while you did, “My pretty boy…”

He leaned in, moving himself closer to you and wrapping his arms around your waist so that he could bury his face into your chest, “I love you.”

You undid his bun, tangling your fingers into his hair again and gently massaging his scalp, “I love you too.”

“We should shower soon. And change the sheets…” Eren said while looking up at you, a small pout on his face because he didn’t want to leave the comfort of your arms.

“We should. In a bit though, this is nice.” Your fingers combed through his hair, untangling a few knots that had formed.

“Yea. This is.” He replied, smiling while he buried his face back into your chest and started to doze off.

The basement was freezing. A lot more freezing than you remember it being before, at least. 

It was so quiet when Eren wasn’t around. So quiet that you could hear every tick from the cheap, plastic wall clock that hung near the basement stairs, driving you up the walls. 

You were lonely. You missed your friends, your family—hell, even your professors. You missed them, and you missed just how normal everything was before this.

You missed how everything was just 3 days ago—when you could leave the house when you got bored, see whoever you wanted and do what you wanted. Maybe you shouldn’t have taken such a privilege for granted, maybe if you hadn’t you wouldn’t be where you are now.

By now, your absence had been reported to the authorities—but not much progress was being made. They treated your case like you were just another college student who’d gone on an impulsive drunk joyride and would be back in a day or two, despite how long you had been gone with absolutely zero contact. They weren’t as worried as they should have been. 

You wondered if your friends missed you as you did them. The thought that they could have already moved on as if you never existed at all lingered in the back of your mind, no matter how much you told yourself it wasn’t true. Being alone in this dark and boring basement brought out the worst in you, letting all of the negative thoughts pour in now that you had nothing to distract yourself from them. 

You were starting to become afraid of the loneliness you felt, and the thoughts you had. You wanted a distraction. Any distraction. Even Eren, as mixed as your feelings about him were at the moment. You needed him to distract you.

Speaking of Eren, what had he been doing the last few days that’s kept him so busy? The only times that you had seen him was when he came to give you meals, and even then he didn’t stay long. If he was just as obsessed with you as he claimed to be, why was he letting you sit alone and rotting away when it was so easy for him to come and see you?

it was frustrating, he was frustrating—and so were all of your emotions about him. Your brain kept flipping back and forth between hating his guts and just wanting him to come downstairs and hold you. You hated it. You hated him. Did you, though?

After rolling around in the bed a few times, you grabbed the nearest pillow and shoved your face in it to muffle your exasperated screams. Despite barely walking or moving around, you were exhausted. You even slept almost the entirety of the past two days because you didn’t know what else to do. It was better than staying awake and being consumed by the thoughts of being stuck. 

The basement was boring. Excruciatingly boring, with nothing there to do but sleep and overthink. 

Although, now that you thought of it, there was one thing you hadn’t really done yet—explore the basement. The most you’d done is gone to the bathroom and back, never taking a very good look around at things. If you did, maybe it would help you stay entertained for at least a little bit; help you keep your mind off of things.

The bed creaked as you got off of it, tugging the blanket off to wrap it around yourself to keep warm as you inspected your temporary abode. The ankle monitor weighed you down more than you expected, almost making you stumble and fall when you got up.

On the nightstand located at the foot of the bed stood the only light source in the room, currently on its lowest setting. It was easy to turn up, reaching your hand under the lampshade and twisting the plastic knob until it was as bright as it could be. It didn’t help much, but it did help you find the light switch next to the stairs, which you were quick to flip up. 

Now that you could finally see clearly, you got a good look around. Over half of the basement was unfinished, the only part that was actually finished being the area near the bathroom. Wooden beams stretched across the ceiling, a few pipes and vents visible in between the boards. The light that was connected to the switch hung in the center, a long and buzzing LED light that flickered slightly. 

You made your way to the middle of the room, standing facing the stairs and looking left and right, wondering where you should look first. The easiest thing to do was go room by room, so that's what you chose. Turning to the left, you took a few steps to reach the desk. It was polished and wooden, a bit dusty too—but it was still a pretty and dark reddish-brown. There were two sets of drawers on either side, probably made for different office supplies, even though yours were empty. The chair matched the desk, the wood being the same color and the same simple and traditional style. It had a creamy white cushion on it that was made to fit perfectly in the seat, made so that it would be more comfortable to sit for longer. 

The set was cute, and it reminded you of something you might see at an antique store.  Beside it sat a small white mini-fridge, a large contrast to the large and elegant wooden desk. The inside of it was empty, but it was plugged in and turned on judging by how cold it was when you opened it. 

In the adjacent corner stood two large shelves, one shoved against the wall and almost blocking you from being able to open the fridge door fully, and the other pushed against the same wall that the bed was against, one end of it being flush against the first shelf, creating an L shape. Like everything else in the room, the shelves were empty—all except for at the very bottom near the bed. Sat there was a heater and an AC unit, both portable. If Eren was there, you could've asked him to turn the heater on for you. The basement was freezing. Maybe you could ask the next time he came down.

You walked past the bed and the nightstand, already being far too familiar with that area to bother checking it over. To the left of where you stood originally—facing the stairs—there was a short, asymmetrical hallway with two doors. One you knew led to the bathroom, and the other to a storage closet that held the water heater. Since the door to the storage was locked up with a padlock, only unlockable with a key that was probably in Eren’s possession—you went into the bathroom, opening the door slightly and flicking on the light. 

You were almost afraid of what you could’ve seen, considering you hadn’t been down in the basement for ages so god knows what he could have put in the bathroom. When you flicked on the light, you were relieved to find a normal bathroom—and one that was actually finished—unlike the rest of the basement. The floor was grey ceramic tile, and the wall was covered in glossy white brick tile. Across from the door was the bathtub, with a showerhead on the wall above it. Instead of a normal shower curtain, the tub was surrounded by tempered glass, the widest side facing you being a sliding door to get in and out easily. Right outside of said door was a large black bath mat, to prevent slipping when you left the bath. Inside, hanging on the showerhead was a two-tier caddy that held the different kinds of soaps and sugar scrubs that you normally used, along with shaving cream—but no razors. Two poufs were hanging on the hooks at the bottom of the caddy, one light blue, and the other light pink.

Next to the bathtub was a 5-tier wire shelf, the top two shelves of it filled with unwrapped packages of toilet paper and a few cans of air freshener spray. The next couple tiers were stuffed with towels and rags, a mismatch of colors and patterns, none of which seemed to go together to form even one set. Finally, on the bottom shelf was a decently sized fabric bin, the contents of which you could only see when you pulled it out.

Bath Bombs. It was full of all different kinds of bath bombs. Some of them you liked and had used before, but others, you couldn’t even recognize the brand name. Maybe they were scents that he just thought you would enjoy, considering the bin was full of all your favorites and more.

Across from the shelf was the toilet, almost fully hidden by the door when you entered the bathroom. A can of air freshener spray that matched the ones up on the shelf sat on the tank lid, right next to an extra roll of toilet paper, probably for when the roll on the holder that was bolted into the wall ran out. Hidden away in the corner was a plunger and a bowl brush, both with their own holders on the floor. It was all very organized and clean.

To the left of the door was the vanity, all painted white to match the wall with a black bath mat in front of it to match the one by the bathtub. The sink was only on the right side of the countertop, giving you lots of space for anything else you might want to put out. Below the sink, there were two cabinet doors, both locked together so you couldn’t open them and see what was inside. To the left was another cabinet, along with 4 drawers that were actually openable. Inside each drawer was everything that you had at your other apartment, just a bit more spread out among the drawers because now you didn’t have to share. In the cabinet were pads, tampons, some extra soaps and shampoos, and a first aid kit. Eren really planned ahead, didn’t he?

As much as the idea of being stuck in the basement distressed you, at least you had a nice bathroom to yourself. For now, at least. At least.

At least. 

Those little “at leasts” that you told yourself were all you had at the moment. They were the only things motivating you to keep going—otherwise, you probably would have refused any food Eren gave you, and you wouldn’t have the energy or willpower to even get up. 

Speak of the devil, just as you were returning to the main room of the basement, the door at the top of the stairs swung open, and in walked the man himself. Your captor, who you didn't know whether or not you could still call a friend.

He carried a plate in his hands, still in his pajamas with messy hair and stray strands flying all over. It was obvious he was tired, especially with the bags present under his eyes. What the hell could he be so busy with that it wears him out like that? 

You walked to the bed, pulling the blanket you had wrapped around yourself tight against your body before you sat down. Barely acknowledging you while he made his way to the desk, he picked up the empty plate from last night’s dinner and replaced it with today’s breakfast. 

After, he walked over to you and placed a kiss right in between your furrowed brows, not even noticing how upset you seemed. It almost made you snap, the fact that he spouted all of that nonsense about how much he loved you and needed you only to leave you alone for days and hardly give you any attention—which you weren’t one to often beg for, but you couldn’t handle the isolation.

His eyes focused on your face as he pulled back, standing up all the way and towering over you before it seemed to finally click in his head that you were upset with him. 

“What’s with the frown? Is something wrong?” He asked.

You’ve never heard such a stupid question. Of course, something was wrong, you were torn away from the only life you knew and the only friend you had left was someone who you couldn’t even trust anymore. Everything you once had was lost, how could anything be ok after that?

“Yea, something is wrong, Eren,” you got off of the bed while you spoke, looking up at him with fire in your eyes, “What’s wrong is that you took me away from everything, everything that I could call home and put me here, telling me all about your weird obsession with me only to leave me in this boring ass cellar with little to nothing, for what—3 days? What were you even doing for 3 days, Eren! It’s summer, you don’t have a job or school, what the hell have you been doing!”

Silence reigned over the room, the last shout seeming to echo off of the walls and bounce back to your ears like you were in a cave. 

“Don’t speak to me that way.” Was all he said in return, angering you even more. 

“Are you fucking kidding me? That’s all you have to say?” You fumed, feeling every muscle in your body tense up as you held back the urge to smack him across the face for scolding you like you were a child. 

His silence spoke volumes, eyes locked to the ground because he was too ashamed to look at you. In truth, he had been busy with the police. Obviously, since he was the last person that was with you when you “disappeared,” he had to have multiple interviews with the cops, and since he was one of the “main suspects,” he was anxious that he was being monitored. He didn’t want to risk being found out. Not now, not after everything he’s gone through to finally have you. 

Of course, he could have told you this—but he didn’t want to. He didn’t want to give you hope that you could be found. Mostly because he didn’t want you to get even more depressed when you inevitably wouldn’t be found—no matter what, you couldn’t be. He’d make sure of it.

“Are you even listening to me? For fucks sake, Eren!”

As you raised your hand to wave it in front of his face, his eyes seemed to glaze over, and his hand shot up to grip your wrist tightly and pry it away from him. Almost instantly, you could feel your stomach drop and your face burn with anxiety—you fucked up. He put his hands on your shoulders and pushed you down onto the bed, right where you sat just minutes prior, pinning your arm to the sheets before doing the same to the other, almost pressing his body against yours. Tears welled up in your eyes, you were paralyzed. Fear was evident in your face—but he didn’t seem to notice it. Not yet at least.

“I said don’t talk to me like that!” He yelled in response this time, his tone turning stern and demanding as he moved his hands to your upper arms and started to shake you out of frustration, “And please stop asking! Please stop fucking asking me where I’ve been because it's none of your concern! Stop throwing a tantrum because I haven’t been paying attention to you!”

The moment his eyes met with yours he felt regret for letting your anger get the better of him. You look so small underneath him, cheeks stained with tears and your gaze full of nothing but panic and fright.

He let go of your arms, stumbling backward in a rush to create space between the two of you, muttering swears and apologies to the best of his ability while he moved to pick up the plate that he had dropped earlier onto the carpet when he pinned you down. With one last apology, said loudly enough for you to hear it clearly, he ran up the creaky stairs and slammed the door shut.

A loud sigh echoed around the house as he leaned against the thick wooden door, sliding down slowly until he was curled up on the floor with his head against his knees. Seeing you look so afraid and knowing the whole reason you were was because he’d lost his temper made him feel terrible. He didn’t want to scare you, and he was so afraid of hurting you. You were his world, his everything—he wouldn't be able to handle it if you got hurt by his own hands. 

When he heard Jiyuu from the living room calling out to him, squawking at him as a way to say he was hungry and wanted his cage to be uncovered. After pulling his phone out of his pocket, the screen lit up and in the middle of it read the time, 10 o’clock in the morning. The time when Jiyuu would normally be uncovered and fed. 

With another sigh, he pushed himself to his feet and began his walk to the living room. He’ll apologize to you during lunch, and he prayed you would forgive him.

He made your favorite for lunch, and plated it all nicely too, showing off how desperate he was for forgiveness. You sat in the basement, curled up on the creaky bed while sulking over the earlier events, unaware that he would be returning soon, and that it was already time for lunch.

From the top of the stairs, you could hear the door open and shut behind Eren, his heavy feet making each step cry under his weight. He reached the bottom quickly, making sure no time was wasted so you wouldn’t have to stay as miserable as you were now for much longer. Finally, he could have all of his attention on you. 

You didn’t even make eye contact with him as he approached, not even when he squatted slowly next to you—careful not to drop your food—and reached up to brush the back of his hand against your cheek. 

“I have lunch.” His voice was soft and gentle like he was talking to an injured animal that he was trying to rescue, “It’s your favorite too.”

Your irises quickly darted to the plate he held, and then his face—the same soft expression he always seemed to have around you, a small smile on his face and his eyes relaxed. Slowly, you sat up, holding your hands out for him to give the meal to you. Even if you didn’t notice it before, your stomach was growling and begging you for nutrients, especially since you hadn’t gotten any that morning.

After spotting the still full plate on the nightstand, he turned to you with sad, furrowed brows and glossy eyes. “You didn’t eat breakfast? Why not?” 

You looked away from him, too ashamed to tell him the reason you were so upset was because you missed him. You weren’t supposed to miss your captor, were you? 

“I wasn’t hungry.” Your voice was hoarse from crying, and it felt like there was something in your throat, blocking you from speaking before you cleared it. Trying to ignore his gaze burning holes through your head, you picked up the utensil off of the plate you held and started to eat.

Not wanting to pressure you into talking, Eren let out a small sigh and took your breakfast from the nightstand, giving you one more glance to see if you would say something before he went upstairs. 

When you didn’t say anything, he began his trip to the kitchen, walking up the stairs and going through the door. 

For a minute you thought that he was just going to leave you alone again to sulk, and you were almost disappointed with his choice—until you heard the wooden door open up and saw him coming back, minus the plate from before. He actually came back this time.

Instead of going to you, he made a turn to the right and went into the bathroom. A second later you heard the water running, too heavy to be the shower or sink—meaning he was filling the bath. He came back into the room without turning the faucet off, walking up to the bed, and taking a seat next to you. “Tell me when you’re done so I can give you a bath.”

A bath. You hadn’t even realized how long it’d been since you’d actually had a chance to clean yourself. Honestly, now that you were thinking about it you felt a bit gross. 

Anxious to finally be able to call yourself clean, you scarfed down what was left of your food—so quickly that Eren had to tell you that you would choke if you went any faster—and handed the plate over to him. He put it on the nightstand, not even giving you a chance to stand before he was already scooping you up in his arms and carrying you to the bathroom.

You were set down on the bath mat next to the tub, watching Eren turn the handles of the faucet off and dipping a finger into the water to check the temperature. After confirming that it wasn’t too hot, he turned to you and said, “Strip.”

A moment of silence passed, the both of you staring at each other and waiting for the other to do something.

“…What?” Was the only thing you managed to mutter out

“You’re not going to bathe in your clothes, are you? So strip.” He couldn’t understand what was so difficult about what he was saying. You, on the other hand, assumed he was planning something malicious. 

Your face started feeling hot, and as if he only just now realized what he was saying, Eren’s face turned a bright red. 

“No, no! I won’t do anything! I just want to clean you! I won’t do anything,” he paused for a moment, looking to the floor to try and hide the embarrassment that came along with what he was about to say, “Not unless you want me to.”

The last sentence made a shiver go down your spine. You had thought about that kind of thing before with him, but it was mainly during high school—when the feelings for him that started in middle school were at their peak. 

Since that kind of fondness towards him tapered off your senior year, you hadn’t thought about it since. Though, it felt like some of those feelings were coming back, much to your dismay—It’s fine, It would be fine. Even if you were reverting to your childhood crush, you could just use it to your advantage. You could use it to gain his trust, and then maybe—just maybe there would be a window of opportunity for you to escape.

Taking in a large breath, you turned around and pulled your shirt over your head, tossing it to the side. With no bra to take off, you shoved your shorts to the floor and stepped out of them, kicking them into a pile with your shirt. 

“Is there a reason that you have to be in here while I take a bath, Eren?” You asked, hugging your arms around your chest to hide as you turned to face him. 

There was a long pause before he answered, Eren being too distracted by the curves of your hips and ass to respond, “I need to make sure you’re cleaning yourself well enough.”

What a lousy excuse. You were an adult, you knew full well how to bathe and clean yourself.

“I’m not a kid, you know. I can do it myself.”

“Ok, well, I want to do it for you. End of discussion.”

You sighed, shoving your panties down and doing the same thing with them that you did with your shorts. When you turned your head to look at Eren, his mouth was hanging open and he was looking you up and down, not even realizing you had your gaze on him.

He did, however, notice it when you cleared your throat. The red dust on his cheeks deepened, and he looked away from you in embarrassment—giving you a chance to get into the tub and sink into the warm water. You sighed, feeling your muscles relax fully for the first time since you’ve been here. The heat felt nice.

When he turned back to face you, he took a minute to stare before sitting down next to you on the mat outside of the tub. Silence returned to dominate for a moment, only being broken by Eren getting up again and leaning over you, reaching for the body wash sitting in the shower caddy. He set it down in the outer corner of the tub, reaching back in one more time for the pouf.

You questioned him, wondering if he was just grabbing those things for you, or if he had the intention of washing you himself. 

“I thought I was washing myself, Eren?” You frowned at him, getting nervous at the idea of him being the one scrubbing you down.

“Mm, I changed my mind.”

Now you were really nervous. 

You hummed in response instead of saying anything—you didn’t have anything to say. Avoiding eye contact, you tried to sink even deeper into the water, trying to hide away from his prying eyes.

Suddenly, a splash of water hit you in the face. You sat all the way up again, flicking excess water from your hands and then wiping the water away from your eyes. When you opened them up again, you saw Eren drowning the pouf in the tub. 

“Aw, sorry. I didn’t mean to splash you. Just needed to get this wet for the soap.” He apologized, lifting the dripping mesh ball and squeezing the excess bathwater out of it. Next, he grabbed the body wash and popped open the lid, pouring the nice-smelling soap onto the pouf and scrubbing it in his hands until it was all sudsy.

“Could you stand up for me, baby?” He asked you while he stood, face turning red when he realized that the pet name just sort of slipped past his lips. You shot him a weird look, prompting him to apologize to you again, “Sorry, sorry! It just sort of slipped out… I didn’t mean to,” pausing, he took notice of the way you covered your chest and leaned as far away from him as you could in the confines of the bathtub.

This time, with a big inhale and a softer, more gentle voice, he said, “I won’t do anything. I promise.”

You trusted Eren, or at least you did. He appeared to be honest, but you could never know anymore, especially not with the fact that he kidnapped you after you trusted him enough to fall asleep on his shoulder. In this situation, all you really could do was put your trust in him again, and react properly depending on what he does. 

Slowly, you stood, the water dripping down your body and back into its source. You kept your chest covered for your own comfort, and Eren didn’t seem to mind as he pressed the mesh against your skin and started to scrub. The suds clung to your body as he moved it around, effectively ridding you of any germs or dead skin on you. His movements were fast, but still careful and coordinated, trying to avoid making you any more uncomfortable than you already were. Eventually, the now very soapy pouf was handed off to you, Eren turning around to give you at least a little privacy while you washed your chest, butt, and groin. 

When he heard the sloshing of the water when you seated yourself again, he turned around and smiled warmly at you. The water in the bathtub managed to clean off a lot of the soap, but there was still some leftover on your shoulders and neck. 

Kneeling next to you, he scooped up some of the water with cupped hands and tried his best to get it on you before it slipped through the cracks in his fingers. It worked halfway, but he ended up just using his hands to get the rest of it off of your neck—not realizing how flustered it was making you, despite his innocent intentions.

He only realized what he was doing when you let out a shaky breath that caught his attention. Thinking something was wrong, he turned to you—only to come face to face with your wide, anxiety-ridden expression.

 Oh.

He didn’t even realize how close he had gotten to you, or how much he was leaning over the side of the tub just to reach your shoulder that was the furthest away from him. His nose was nearly bumping against your cheek, those bright green eyes locked with yours while his left hand was stretched around your neck, thumb just below your larynx.

He promised you he wouldn’t do anything. He promised. He kept repeating that to himself over and over in his head, everything else around him turning slow and unmoving as he contemplated what to do next. It was so tempting. You were tempting.

He didn’t want to rush things, but oh god had he dreamed of having a chance like this, a chance to go further, a chance to have you.

Maybe you would be ok with it if he just went a little bit further. Just a little.

From your neck, his hand slowly slid up to your jaw, thumb moving to push against it so your face turned towards him. He leaned in, but only to rest his forehead on yours for now while he stroked the bottom of your cheek. His eyes shut, and he stayed like that for a little while, basking in the physical closeness he had with you.

His hand on your jaw moved forward, tilting your head up ever so slightly to better angle your lips to his. With half-lidded eyes, he stared deep into yours, like he was trying to dissect every little thought that could be running through your head. 

“Forgive me for this…” He muttered, and before you got anything other than a small “huh” out, his lips were against yours. It was a soft and loving kiss, especially with the way he caressed your cheek so delicately—all of his admiration for you spilling out through the way he held your face gently and kissed you so deeply.

The hand on your face wasn’t forcing you closer, which was Eren’s way of telling you that it was ok to pull away at any time. It helped to give you at least some sense of control, even if you weren’t allowed to leave his presence. Honestly, just the fact that he still cared enough to give you control made you want to melt into it, to give in to what high school you would’ve wanted.

He pulled away before you could, though—leaning back and looking into your eyes just like before, sparking an internal argument in your head.

You wanted to kiss him, but at the same time, you didn’t. You wanted him to give you the comfort of himself, the kind of comfort you used to yearn for. The kind that could make you forget what he did and turn you back into your flustered younger self that gave your trust to him. 

Maybe, you could kiss him. Maybe for comfort, but also for a chance at freedom again. A real reason to kiss him, one you wouldn’t feel guilty for.

If you just played pretend for a little while, did all the right things, and played all of your cards right—you’d have his trust. His trust to let you out of the basement and trust to leave you alone for just long enough to make an escape through the front door.

That’s definitely a better reason to kiss him, even if it was just a mask for your real motive. 

“Kiss me again, Eren.”

He stared, going moon-eyed and gawking at what you had said.

“Please.”

You reached out to grab his hand, but he was quicker than you, wrapping it around to the back of your head and pushing your lips back onto his. This time, the kiss was a little rougher—his head tilting to the side to deepen the kiss as much as he could. His other hand—previously on your neck—slid down slowly to trace over your collarbone. The touch made you shiver, his fingers brushing so lightly against your skin that it almost tickled.

His index finger ran over the bone a few times, causing a shudder to ripple down your spine. You whimpered quietly, leaning into him more than before and accepting his touch as his hand trailed lower—stopping right above your chest. 

Pulling away, but keeping his forehead against yours, he asked you, “Can I keep going?”

Already, he was starting to pant—his exhales becoming shaky. You nodded, pursing your lips to indicate what you wanted. 

Complying, he kissed you again, slipping his tongue into your mouth this time while his hand plunged into the water to grope and fondle your chest. It made you flinch and tense up, but only for a moment as you got used to the feeling of his thumb running over your nipple and rolling it between the pads of his fingers.

He pulled away from you again, this time moving his head down to kiss from your jaw to your neck. To give him more space, you tilted your head back, allowing him to find the perfect spot to latch on to and start sucking and nibbling. 

He was starting to move less gently now, clearly getting worked up as he squeezed your chest and pinched and pulled at your nipple. With his free hand, he wrapped his fingers around the back of your neck to give your head support while he was busy creating deep bruises all over your throat. 

At this point, you were letting out small “mmm” sounds, running one of your wet hands through his hair and squeezing your thighs together, letting the heat in your body take control over the more rational side of your brain that begged you to slow down and think for just a moment. But, you couldn’t; it was too hard to. You couldn’t think with his lips on your neck, and his hand that was on your tit starting to move even further down, tickling your lower stomach and almost making your lips twitch as he just reached the spot right above your cunt.

Without much else to say, you let out a hushed and breathy “Eren,” causing him to freeze in his tracks, hand stilling and face remaining buried into your neck while he panted. 

The pause confused you, looking down to see if he was alright and repeating yourself, this time with a more concerned tone, “Eren?”

He didn’t respond right away, needing a moment to gather himself before lifting his head to meet your eyes. They were glossed over, and his entire face was the deepest beat-red that you’ve ever seen. His hands were starting to tremble as he pulled them away and chose to hold on to the edge of the tub instead. 

“I’m—Fuck, I’m sorry, I just…” He trailed off, eyes looking away from yours shamefully before he continued, “I can’t. I can’t, I’m sorry. I can’t trust myself to do it yet.”

As confused as you were, you didn’t want to pressure him into anything—if anything it was probably a good thing that he stopped, because god knows if you would’ve had the willpower to. 

Sighing, Eren stood up and grabbed a towel from the nearby shelf, using it to dry off his arms and then setting it on the vanity counter, folded up all neatly and waiting to be used again. 

“I’m gonna go get you some clean clothes to wear, stay put, kay?” He walked to the bathroom door, stopping and turning his head to look at you while waiting for a response.

“Okay.” You nodded, moving into a curled-up position with your knees against your chest. 

Despite Eren only taking about 10 minutes to grab your shorts, your underwear, and one of his shirts, it felt like hours had passed for you, the bathwater growing cold very quickly.

At his return, you were quick to jump out of the tub—water dripping down your body and your arms wrapped around yourself while you shivered. The sight of you shaking and whimpering like a wet puppy got a chuckle out of him—who proceeded to switch out the clothes for the towel, wrapping it around you and scrubbing away until you were dry and warm.

If you were a cat, the warmth of the towel would be making you purr. It was a nice change compared to the chilliness of the basement. You snuggled into it, holding it taught against yourself to keep as much of the heat in as you could.

Eren only let out a small laugh, hugging you and kissing your head before explaining his chuckle. “You look like a cute little burrito.”

He rocked his arms in a twisting motion, moving you side to side while he squeezed you against his chest, “My favorite little burrito.”

You whined, arms being forced to your sides by his strong arms, “I’d like to get dressed now, Eren! Please!”

With a final sigh and pout, he let go of you, grabbing your clothes and starting to dress you himself before you even had a chance to drop the towel.

“Eren! I can do it myself, Eren!” The shirt was already pulled over your head, just your head poking through the top, as the towel was being held up by your arms so you couldn’t put it on all the way.

Instead of waiting, he ripped the towel off of you and started lifting and maneuvering your legs to put on the underwear and shorts. You didn’t even get a chance to think and he was already done dressing you. His job doing it, however, was done so sloppily that you had to take several minutes just to maneuver the clothes around so they fit more comfortably against your body. While you did so, Eren got busy unplugging the tub drain and hanging up the towel over the towel rack that was built into the glass shower/bath door to lessen how much longer he would be in that room.

Now that you were all dried and dressed, he scooped you up into his arms and left the bathroom, carrying you back to the bed and setting you down on the mess of blankets. He kissed your head again, wrapping his arms around you like he did before while you still wore the towel.

He stayed quiet for a moment, just cradling you in his arms and enjoying the fact that you were there with him.

“You know… I know it’s been hard, but you’ve been so good the last few days, even with the little hiccups now and then.” He looked down at you, eyes full of the unhealthy amount of love and adoration he felt for you. “How about tonight after dinner, we relax and watch some shows together, and then maybe, we can talk about you possibly getting,” He paused, thinking of what to call it, “upstairs privileges. How about that, hm?”

With your head still to his chest, you nodded, trying to hide the smile on your face. Your plan was working a lot faster than you thought it would.

“Alright, but you have to be good for me, ok? It’ll still be a little bit before I trust you enough. Promise you’ll be good?” He was talking to you like you were a little kid, being promised a treat in exchange for good behavior.

“Promise.”

With your reply, he beamed at you and decided to go make dinner, turning away and heading up the stairs that you would hopefully be allowed to climb up soon, and through the big wooden door that might soon be open to you, too. The door that could possibly lead to your freedom.

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