velcro boyfriend!reiner braun who gets super needy the moment you try to study or work. he’ll sit next to you for five minutes max before he’s tugging you onto his lap, hands wandering under your clothes while he kisses your neck and whispers “just a little break, yeah? i missed you so much today.”

velcro boyfriend!reiner braun who loves carrying you everywhere. grocery shopping? you are in his arms. laundry day? he’s got you on his hip while he folds clothes one handed. he says it’s because he wants you close but really he just loves feeling your thighs squeeze around him.

velcro boyfriend!reiner braun who gets stupidly turned on just from cuddling. you’ll be innocently spooning on the couch and suddenly you feel him getting hard against your ass, his breath hot on your ear as he grinds slow and needy. “can’t help it when you’re this soft against me, baby. please let me have you.”

velcro boyfriend!reiner braun who’s so annoying and sweet when he’s horny. he’ll follow you into the shower just to press you against the tiles, dropping to his knees so he can taste you with water running down his broad shoulders, moaning like he’s the one getting spoiled while his strong hands keep your thighs spread open for him.

velcro boyfriend!reiner braun who fucks you like he’s scared you might disappear. deep, desperate thrusts, forehead pressed to yours, eyes locked on your face so he can watch every little expression you make. he keeps whispering “mine, mine, all mine” between kisses, hands gripping your hips hard enough to leave marks he’ll kiss better later.

velcro boyfriend!reiner braun who refuses to pull out after he cums. he stays buried inside you, holding you tight to his chest while he catches his breath, lazily rocking his hips just to feel you clench around him a little longer. “don’t move yet… need to feel you like this for a while.”

velcro boyfriend!reiner braun who gets all blushy and shy after sex but still will not let you leave the bed. he tucks you against his side, one arm locked around your waist, the other stroking your hair while he tells you how much he loves you.

velcro boyfriend!reiner braun who sends you ten texts in a row if you’re out with friends for too long, each one getting needier. “baby i miss you” “come home soon” “the bed feels too big without you” until you finally walk in and he’s waiting by the door ready to lift you up and carry you straight to the bedroom so he can remind you exactly how much he needs his girl.

“r—reinerrr, fuck!” 

reiner smiles at that, all wide and charming, and laps up the saccharine juices that trickle out of your cunt until it’s sluicing down his chin. the rougher edges of his angular jaw act punctuates the unrelenting slide of his tongue and the sharp, playful nips he leaves on your warm brown skin. that despised goatee, once a symbol of his neglect, has now become a tool of your undoing. it grazes your thighs with a tickly intensity that makes you squirm, nearly coaxing a laugh from your lungs before his mouth swallows your clit and steals the sound whole. 

“hold still, sugar,” he rumbles around the peak of it, suckling at it all slow and thorough until your voice is breaking on the rounded syllables of his name. his large, calloused hand snakes up your trembling thigh until his brawny arm is hooked around it, heavy palm splayed over your tummy to keep you from writhing away from the onslaught of his tongue. every low, thrumming growl of his passes right through your heated skin. 

his other hand remains close and somewhat tucked beneath his bare, solid chest, pivoted and drawn tight, wrist flicking as he expertly swipes the pad of his calloused thumb; gently caressing your throbbing clit. it pulses beneath his fingers, cries out for him, for more, so he grants what you wish. reiner gathers himself into the steady alignment of two fingers, pressed close and firm against your heat, to make for a nice, sizable stretch.

you can feel the brush of him gently circling the pads of them around your fluttering hole, touch feather-light before he begins pushing two thick fingers past tight, cinched rings of contracting muscle, easing the digits further into you until your pussy’s squelching—deeper, even deeper, as deep as you’ll allow. 

“atta girl. mhm, doin’ so good for me—so fuckin’ good for daddy.” he severs the tether, voice coated in that honeyed southern drawl as he pulls back from your lubricous folds to rasp out sweet nothings, slivered strings connected to his lips.

he rests his head against the soft warmth of your inner thigh, soft-blonde hair grazing your deep skin. when he finally lifts his head up to you, his gaze is a raw, unshielded thing. a deep-rose flush stains his warm ivory skin, blooming across the bridge of his arched nose and deepening over his cheekbones until it reaches the tips of his ears. his eyes, a molten pool of hazel and gold, are lidded low when he peers at you, heavy with the smoke of lust.

he steals just a moment to let his breath settle. all the while, his pumping fingers continue their steady work. “ooh, you hear yourself, mama? fuck. you’re so wet, sugar . . .” reiner croons, and you mewl when he curls them upward just right, hits that pudgy spot you can never seem to reach on your own. his lips tilt into a self-gratified grin once your back bows off the quilted mattress.

“ready to take more? hm, princess?” to that, you whimper softly, just as the tingling warmth of his breath hits your bare mound once again. the continuous rub of his thumb over your small, throbbing bud and his fingers stroking your insides never quite gave you time to ease up in the first place. you relent anyhow. “mm, y-yeah,” you force out past pouted lips, pillowy and slick with escaping drool, “want more of you, papa.”

the pause is all too brief before he dives back in. the perfect arch of his roman nose slides up your folds, sniffing in the intoxicating savor of your arousal, the fleshy tang of your heat, trailing further up to nudge the tip of it against your clit. reiner allows you to take what you need from the moment, lets you set the pace.

he remains obediently still, large hands only ever moving to aid you in the zealous bucking of your hips across his face, desperate for such priceless friction. he yields to you entirely, letting you use him as you wish. you swivel and grind against the grit of his chin, slathering him in the wetness he provoked, claiming every part of him as yours alone. 

“thassit, princess. use me, jus’ use me—fuck my face, get yourself off.” he makes a low plea against your skin, tracking the way you tighten over his fingers while your voice hitches into a higher, desperate pitch. you’re undeniably close now, hand clamped over one breast in a taut squeeze while the other anchors a delectably painful grip into the short golden tresses of his sweat-slicked hair, manicured nails grazing his scalp with frantic desperation. 

“you ‘bouta cum all over my face, hmm, darlin’? gonna squirt in my mouth?” reiner’s breath comes in short, ragged pants as he quickens his movements, suckling and fingering in tandem, desperate to be the sole root of your release. his tongue lashes over the tight, bundled nerves of your heat as he urges, “say you will, pumpkin. don’t be shy, now.” 

“i—mmph . . i will, rei—c-cumming!” he’s never needed many words to command your attention. just a few whispered prompts and you’re giving in, your body shattering over the surge as you release for him; head thrown back, legs folded tight over the broad expanse of his firm shoulders. your chest hitches, caught in the lingering ache of a breath you can’t yet seem to catch.

he captures each pulsing spurt of honeyed cum against his tongue, chasing the stray drops before they can drip down the seam of your ass and seep into the linen below. his nose nudges your overstimulated clit with a rough, wordless hunger that draws a squeal right out of your throat. 

reiner drinks you up with a frantic, parched sort of desperation, as if he’s starving for a summer that only you can provide—treating every drop like the final, cooling draught of your homemade lemonade on a scorching day. you taste better than whatever could come out of any pitcher.

reiner holds you there, takes you through the high with his tongue laving over where you’re most sensitive. you squirm and push weakly against the immovable weight of his shoulders. he’s far too strong to be swayed, and now that you’ve had your fun, he’s ready to gather a real, proper taste of his own.

“don’t move, baby—christ, you taste so fuckin’ sweet . . .”

it’s moments like these, when you make his day a bit brighter by crowning his features in the salt-sweet glow of your climax, that the purpose of his stubble finally becomes clear. 

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“yeah, baby, m’just too sleepy … we have to be up at sunrise again tomorrow, but do whatever you want.”

he groans against your neck. “I love you so much, angel, it makes my heart fucking hurt. so perfect for me.”

“yeah? you’re such a good boy, reiner.”

he chokes out a soft cry, and you’d be lying if you tried to say that you weren’t getting a bit worked up, but you’re exhausted. he’s softly pawing at your stomach and hips, crying and sniffling. he’s just so fucking big, his warm hands traveling along your pretty body, and his big, heavy length slotted against you.

“you love me, don’t you? please tell me that you love me, baby.”

“I love you, reiner.”

he sighs, his heart pounding in his chest. you kiss him softly, one of his hands gently wrapping around your throat, the other pushing your hips back into his and holding you there. he’s rubbing against you in long strokes, humping against your thighs and ass. the friction from the clothes does feel good, but he desperately wants to touch your skin.

while you’re distracted by his mouth, his fingers pull at your pajamas and slip into your panties. you moan against his lips, so close that you’re stealing each other’s breaths. he rubs your clit so softly, in gentle circles, just enough for your cunt to start dripping around his fingertips. after a moment, you push his hand away and he whines.

“shhhh, just focus on yourself.” you reassure him as you turn away, still mostly preoccupied with sleep. “n-need, please.” he whispers, on the verge of tears. “yeah? you need my pussy, baby?” you take his hand in yours again, and you’re so much smaller than him. you guide his hand back into your panties, gently placing your fingers over top of his while he whimpers and humps you harder.

he’s close, but he’s having second thoughts about cumming in his pants and making such a mess this fucking late. he slips his pajamas off, turning you onto your stomach and fucking your perfect thighs while rubbing your clit. he’s practically laying on top of you, his face still in your neck and you’re both panting and moaning into the pillows — it’s desperate, messy, and rushed, but it feels so fucking good.

“reiner, just—” you breathe, hardly able to think. at first, you didn’t care about finishing, but now it’s all you can think about. “just let me fuck you, baby, please, just lay down.”

“nnnn,” he whines, “I’m gonna cum, angel, please, I can’t—”

“rei, baby, be good, just listen to me.”

he swallows hard, pouting, but of course he’s going to listen to you. he’s your good boy.

he lets you settle on top of him, his toes curling and his eyes nearly crossing as soon as you sink down onto his thick cock. your warm, tight pussy gets caught on his rosy head due to the lack of prep, and you softly fuck yourself on it until you can slip further down his length. he lets out a cry, covering his mouth, biting his hand to keep quiet.

you normally need to be prepped much more because he’s so big, but you need him fast and you need him now. it’ll always be a struggle to fit him, and his gentle fingering didn’t really open you up much. your brows knit together as you bite your lip in concentration, planting your dainty hands onto his chest, your little pussy fluttering as she swallows him down inch by inch.

“reiner .. it’s too fucking big,” you pout, riding him as best as you can in deep, languid strokes that you can feel in your tummy.

“I know, m’so sorry, baby. I’ll eat your pussy for hours next time, I’m sorry, I just needed you so fucking bad tonight.” he sighs, breathless.

he lets you fuck him like this, one hand resting behind his head and the other on your waist, his muscles clenching and shimmering in the soft candlelight. he thinks that you’re the most gorgeous thing in the world, and he can’t believe how lucky he is to let you use him like this, to be allowed the privilege of pleasing you .. which makes him realize that he should be the one doing the work.

“doin’ so good for me, c’mere, pretty girl.” he whispers, softly laying you onto his chest, his hands guiding your hips to ride him. he knows how sleepy you are, and he just wants you to sit there and take it like his perfect little cocksleeve. and god, are you good at it; just whining and crying and praising him, softly digging your nails into his muscular chest while you lick and suck at his neck, brushing against his sensitive nipples every so often, making him whimper and lose control.

you’re absolutely soaked now, which lets him pound you hard as he easily slips in and out of your pretty hole. he’s so gentle and sweet in the way he touches you, but not in the way that he’s fucking you right now. he can tell that you’re close, and he’s surprised that he’s held out this long. your pussy is squeezing around him like your life depends on it, and you’re fucked out, mewling about how deep he is and how fucking good he feels.

“shhhh, baby, just cum for me, please.” he pleads so softly, taking his thumb to rub your little sweet spot to help you out. “good fucking girl, that’s it.” he feels you clench down hard as you cum on his big cock, and he has to pull out right that second or he’s going to fill you up. the pit of your stomach is hot, all molten lust that pours out of you while you shiver and clench around nothing, and he replaces two of his thick fingers right where he was inside of you so that he can help fuck you through it.

you’re sobbing, wetting his chest with warm tears, grasping at him and you feel ropes of hot, thick cum coat his abs where you’re on top of him. reiner groans and cries your name, holding you close as he quietly shushes you, still rubbing his gorgeous, massive, needy cock against your stomach just to overstim himself against your soft skin.

he kisses your pretty face all over, and you’re already falling asleep again because you’re so comfy and content. he grabs a worn shirt of his and cleans up before slipping on fresh clothes, trying his best not to stir you. he doesn’t care about any sticky mess on himself; he just wants you to be comfortable and warm for the night. he sighs, softly kissing your cheek as he holds you close. reiner looks at you with all of the love in the world, rubbing your back and threading his scarred fingers through your hair.

“love you, angel girl.”

yeah, he plans to wake you up with head in the morning as thanks for putting up with him when he gets like this.

先輩 ⸻ written by senpai with love

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"reiner?" you call out innocently.

he immediately turns to face you, one hand resting on the back of the couch and the other on the television remote where he mutes whatever he was watching.

"what's wrong?" he asks as he stands to his feet.

you rest your hand on your hip, "can you come here, please?"

he nods and quickly moves so that he's right in front of you. he blinks a couple of times before scanning your body for any tells as to why you need him. he doesn't figure it out before you start speaking again.

"so i need you to stand here," you instruct, "and when i move your arms, don't move them back, okay?"

reiner tilts his head slightly before nodding, "okay."

you hold his arms and gently move them above his head. once you release them, he stays still in that position.

"is this right?" he asks quietly.

you nod enthusiastically, "yes, baby, that's right."

a smile plants onto his face. you do nothing for a moment. just to see his reaction. reiner never falters, he just stands there awaiting command. it almost makes you laugh.

then, it's time. you wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him on his cheek, then his nose, then his forehead, and finally you finish on his lips.

he tenses up underneath your touch, but doesn't move his arms to your waist like he always does when you're kissing. it'll only be a matter of time, he's obsessed with you.

about 15 seconds go by and he still hasn't moved an inch. you slowly peek your eyes open to read him. his eyes are clamped shut in a face full of concentration. you have to physically stop yourself from laughing at the sight. he must think this is some kind of test. he's battling in his head whether or not he should follow your first request or do what he really wants to. you slowly pull away to breathe.

"reiner, you can touch me," you giggle between breaths.

he doesn't waste a moment before he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you closer into another kiss. it's more passionate this time, like he was holding back before. your hand weaves through his hair as you lean closer into him.

before you know it, you're lifted up onto the kitchen counter mid kiss. you wrap your legs around his waist, locking him into you. he rests his body against you slightly as he breaks the kiss again to move to your neck.

every spot he kisses feels like heaven and you begin to feel a bit euphoric. reiner starts to sink his teeth ever so slightly into your skin and you can't help the sound that escapes you. once reiner knows where you're sensitive today, he continues the tease your neck.

your grip into his hair strengthens, your nails running over his scalp. he groans into your skin, only making you feel more dizzy. you lean you head back and make contact with a cabinet door, reiner just follows your movements. he's practically on the counter too at this point. you begin to think that maybe this is his payback for your attempts at tricking him.

you'll have give him a win this time considering how well he knows how to make you feel good.

UGH i need him he's so obedient 😋

nav.

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"