#mikasa

erens hand rubbed up your back then back down to your ass, pushing it further and further towards the base till you started to swat at his hands, protesting going fully down. "I cant take anymore" you wined with a fake attitude.

"what?- you want me to do it?" eren was quick to sit up on his hands, white t-shirt pushed up to his collar bones almost tangled with that necklace he always wears. you didn't even bother pulling his sweatpants all the way off. "I just said it doesn't fit 'ren, you want me to say it in spanish?"

eren sat up fully, the movement making his cock push into one of your gummy walls, "watch this." he grabbed one of your arms by the elbow and pulled your torso off the floor with ease. you heaved as erens hands found themselves on your love handles, pushing them down to sit you on him.

the stretch burned, you stifled a whimper - you didn't wanna be the little girl who couldn't take dick she said she could. his forearms flexed as he kept your steady, careful to ease you onto the last few inches of his shaft.

"see?" eren grinned wide, real cocky he was right about yet another thing in life. "told you it'd fit mama." he shifted under you - getting comfortable with the angle. his hands slid down from your hips, to your thighs, and back to your hips. a light coat of, well- you coated his whole shaft now.

you looked over your shoulder at him with a giddy smile, "booo you did that on purpose" his green eyes stared at your own through his short, dark brown bangs. he chuckles when you grind on him experimentally. "man, quit playin' n back that shit up girl"

“i can’t do this anymore, eren.”

eren never thought in his life would he ever hear you say those words to him, but here he was, heart like a stone at the pit of stomach and body stupid frozen. so obviously, to handle the breakup appropriately like mature adults, he’s got your soft walls wrapped around him, fingers tight around your throat as if he wants to burn his fingerprints into the neck of your skin.

break up sex. it’s normal, every couple has it, that’s what he said. and he knows you can’t say no to sex with him, especially when you know eren will have you like this, pussy drooling around him and eyes rolled to the back of your skull, your hands wrapped around his wrist where he’s got his arm pinning you down by your neck. there’s still the hollow pit in his stomach, still hurt from the way you slashed those words into him. “we’re not good for each other, this won’t last long and you know it.” he had never thought of wanting another girl forever until you, never cared much for lasting long in a relationship before you came into his life like a hurricane. and for you to say there was no future in the only thing he does see a future in, it hurt.

“i love you so much baby,” he grunted, watching the way he slides in and out of you, the obscene noise it’d make, watched how you took him so fucking well. and there’s no more of this? forever?

“don’t say that,” you said, breathless, “we’re not together anymore. you don’t get to say that.” there was no weight behind your words, and both of you knew it. eren’s hand loosened from your throat, dragging its way up to your cheek, where he cradled your face so lovingly before landing a hard smack on your cheek, you yelping in response.

“you don’t get to fucking speak to me like that,” he said coldly, mood completely switched. his pace never faltered, cock still drilling into you insistently, battering at your cervix with every thrust, deliberate. your hand came up to feel your cheek where he slapped you, your eyes hurt and pathetic but he didn’t buy it. “don’t act like you didn’t tighten around me like a slut when i slapped you.” his hand came to find your throat again, and squeezed, hard enough to where your vision began to blur at the corners, and you couldn’t help the tears that sprung up and threaten to fall from the corner of your eyes.

you hated it, but he was right, and if it wasn’t break up sex that you were having, you’d grab eren’s hand yourself and pressed it against your cheek, signaling him to slap you again, feeling dirty at the way it made it you feel. how dirty eren always made you feel.

“you’re mine,” eren said, his rough hands gripping your hips, bouncing you down to meet every thrust of his hips, forcing himself even deeper. “don’t care if you never want to see me again, if it’s over. this pussy knows who she fuckin belongs to,” he rested his forehead against yours, trailing his hand down and began rubbing at your clit. your back bowed obediently to his touch and you whined, feeling that familiar pit in your stomach, like your skin was on fire.

“‘m not yours, ‘ren,” you managed to whimper out between the schlick sound of your pussy made around him, insistent on being stubborn even though you knew you sounded so weak. you needed to cum and you wanted eren to touch you everywhere, but you know better, you tell yourself. he needs to know you’re serious. “n-not, fuck, not your-“

you saw eren’s eyes turn dark, and you know it wasn’t good. his fingers leave your clit and he pulls out abruptly, and you winced from the emptiness, pussy clenching around nothing. he didn’t leave you time to mourn it though, as he dragged you roughly up to your knees to the edge of the bed, sitting down with his feet on the floor and then bending you over his lap.

when you registered the position you were in, you knew you were fucked. without warning came a hard spank to your ass and you cried out, the sting of eren’s handprint on your ass somehow converting itself into pleasure. when eren spoke, he didn’t sound like your boyfriend (or ex boyfriend now, you should say).

“who do you fucking belong to if not me?” spank. “you already want to find another guy? already want to show off this single pussy around?” he spat the word single out bitterly as if it was a slur, ignoring your cries and pleas as he kept on spanking you, each slap harder than the last. “only one who can treat you like this is me,” his voice dropped lowly, pulling hard on your hair to have you face him. and you knew you were screwed. eren gets upset easily, sure, but only rarely does he get mad. territorial, yes, but this is different, a nasty mix of the two and you knew there was no chance you can get him to play nice again.

“fucking slut. i know you’re wet from getting your ass spanked raw like this.” his fingers dragged deftly over your folds and it was the sensation you needed so badly, climax still bubbling for release from before. he slapped you again, this time between your legs, ignoring how you bsck arched, needing so bad to cum. “knew it. can’t even punish you ‘cause you get off to it,” he chuckled, flipping you over. he leaned down, real close until your noses brush, one hand supporting the back of your neck so you’re able to look up at him, the other dancing between your legs.

“you’re mine,” he said, and inserted two fingers into your stretched hole, watching how your face contorted with pleasure, stubborn fit forgotten. “you think other men can make you feel like this?” his fingers fuck you hard, curling upwards at the perfect spot at the perfect time and you’re gonna go crazy, you feel like your skin is set on fire and you need to cum so badly your head is dizzy with it, dizzy with so much need. “think they can get you this fucked dumb? i don’t give a fuck who you go to but you’re mine, doll. say it.”

it doesn’t take much for you to fold, and damn eren for knowing exactly what he’s doing. “mm, ‘m yours eren! f-fuck, this pussy is yours all yours!” you babbled, repeating it as if you were a broken radio, hips grinding against his fingers still pumping in and out of you, looking for some sweet friction against your clit to push you over the edge.

“that’s what i thought, slut,” eren sneered, and your cheeks burn bright red in humiliation, but you’re too fucked out to give it any second thoughts. he’s so fucking mean. his fingers leave you and you cry out, actually cry out, hot tears spilling out from frustration. you’re so overstimulated but for nothing at all, and this knot at the pit of your tummy’s been burning for so damn long you’re actually gonna go crazy- “want you to ride me. you can do that, can’t you?”

you nod quickly, climbing onto his lap obediently, fingers rushing to wrap around him, guiding him towards your fucked out entrance and sinking down on to his cock with ease, grateful that you have something inside you again. you looked like a goddess, eren thought, with your tits bouncing inches from his face and your neck lolled back, sweet sounds falling out of your mouth and he prays, prays you weren’t serious because he don’t think he’d be able to live without this. without you falling apart on his dick every night, whining and begging like a whore for him to make you cum.

“such a good girl,” he said and you preened from the praise, hands coming up to steady you at your hips, fingers digging hard into the soft skin. your moans progressively got more high-pitched and short, breathing ragged and he knows you’re chasing that orgasm, silently pleading for him to touch you just right, so you’d fall completely over. selfishly, eren doesn’t want to. he doesn’t want this to end, not knowing what kind of excuses he can conjure up to convince you to stay. you’re right, they always argue, always hot and cold, two powerful and stubborn forces against each other with neither of them willing to be the bigger person. but he loves you, so much he feels it palpate out of his chest sometimes, and he knows you got to feel the same. so why this? why?

“touch me, eren,” you pleaded, fucking yourself on him and your bounces are getting sloppier, weaker as your knees began to grow tired. you’ve always been a pillow princess. “please i need to cum. want it so bad ‘ren, please-“

there was a white creamy ring around the base of his dick from how much you’ve been drooling on him, and eren feels his own release threatening to come too, knowing he can’t delay it any further. his rough fingers came to your clit, rubbing and it was exactly what you needed. you snapped your eyes shut, overwhelmed and seeing stars behind your eyelids as your moans get higher, desperate.

“cum for me baby,” eren said, voice strangely soft but his breathing rough. “cum on my dick, i--"

you tuned out the rest of what he said the moment you feel that knot tighten in you and you came, so hard it shocked the both of you, squirting all over his thighs and lap and dripping onto the newly washed sheets, your manicured nails digging into eren’s arms and your face deep in the crevice of his neck as you drooped, letting eren ride you through the spasm of your orgasm, chasing his too.

“god you’re perfect,” eren whispered brokenly, hands kneading at your ass and spreading your cheeks apart so he can easier drill into you, while you mewl and squirm from the overstimulation.

“cum in me baby,” you rushed out, too fucked out to think about the repercussions. he’s always pulled out, but god fuck it. “please i want it i want it-“

and you never need to tell you this man anything twice. with one last thrust, he cums, dick emptying itself deep inside you, your walls fluttering around as if you’re welcoming it. he couldn’t look away and stayed inside you even when his cum started to leak out around him, both of your breathing ragged.

“get out of me,” you said finally, after a while. eren rolled off, and you can feel his seed trickle out of you the moment he pulled it out, your hole spasming from the sudden loss. you looked at the man next to you, hair wild, eyes closed. he’s so heartbreakingly beautiful and if you hadn’t have thought about this for so long, you’d come running to take him back. eren loves you, you know that, but sometimes that’s not enough.

he cracked an eye open, emerald piercing straight through you, catching you in the act of staring. he looked at you, scruntizing, and narrowed his eyes before popping the question, oh-so-casually, as if he didn’t care at all.

“when do you want me to pack my bags?”