#snk x reader

౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ warnings :: this is straight up porn, so beware!!

⟢ EREN YEAGER

₊⊹ ⋮ a lil teasing won’t hurt

₊⊹ ⋮ licking your pussy

₊⊹ ⋮ keeps a hand on your throat

₊⊹ ⋮ jerking his big cock

₊⊹ ⋮ wants to hear you scream

₊⊹ ⋮ riding ghostface!eren

₊⊹ ⋮ fingering you

₊⊹ ⋮ he’s so greedy

₊⊹ ⋮ tit job on the couch

₊⊹ ⋮ laying on him

⟢ MIKASA ACKERMAN

₊⊹ ⋮ feeling her through her panties

₊⊹ ⋮ pleasuring you

₊⊹ ⋮ riding her strap

₊⊹ ⋮ she makes you watch

₊⊹ ⋮ reverse cowgirl

₊⊹ ⋮ her pussy was begging to feel your own

₊⊹ ⋮ sitting on her face:D

₊⊹ ⋮ eating her out

₊⊹ ⋮ she’s so wet for you

₊⊹ ⋮ a dildo for two

⟢ ARMIN ARLERT

₊⊹ ⋮ tit fucking

₊⊹ ⋮ mutual masturbation

₊⊹ ⋮ riding him late at night

₊⊹ ⋮ passionate

₊⊹ ⋮ idk this is so him

₊⊹ ⋮ needy baby :(

₊⊹ ⋮ blindfoldss

₊⊹ ⋮ sitting on his face

₊⊹ ⋮ spanking you

₊⊹ ⋮ he can be mean when he wants to

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“Oh, I didn’t know you wore glasses.”

“They’re just for reading, how are you?”

“I’ll be great when I see you in those glasses again.”

— ✦ —

“Where are they?” You looked at the blond below you, straddling his hips. His back against the headboard as you’re perfectly seated on top of his growing bulge.

Armin leans on his forearms, reaching out to his nightstand for his glasses. Putting them on his face in a hurried manner.

The second the black frames hit his eyes, you attack his lips, making them slightly part. Armin's tongue darts across your cherry plated lips...and you feel metal?

You pull back in shock, "did you get a piercing?"

His glasses are the slight bit fogged, "I- uh, yea 3 weeks ago—I forgot to tell you."

The small metal ball lies on his pink tongue, glistening in shared spit and your room light.

"So that's why you avoided me."

"I didn't avoid you! I— I just knew if I saw you, you would try to kiss me or something...and I couldn't irritate it during the first 3 weeks. Also my tongue was kinda swollen," he rambles, embarrassingly whispering that last part.

…You’ve always wanted to see what it would feel like.

So soon enough Armin ended up between your legs. The cold metal ball making contact with you clit everytime he licks a long stripe of your cunt.

"Does that— feel good?" His cheeks are painted a nice rosy color, his lips glistening from your juices.

You nod, practically shoving his face back down and he happily follows.

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ʚɞ: levi, eren, armin, jean, porco, erwin

note: the neighbors tell you that you have sex too loudly !

warnings: sexual, suggestive, cursing, f!reader

I BLOCK MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS

the corridor smelled of soap and steel. levi was polishing his blades again, cloth moving in those infuriatingly perfect circles.

“you’re going to wear them down to nothing,” you snapped, leaning against the doorframe. “we ride at dawn. sleep, levi.”

he didn’t look up. “if you spent less time nagging and more time cleaning properly, maybe i wouldn’t have to redo everything.”

“redo? i scrubbed this floor twice. you’re just being an obsessive prick.”

“tch. bold words from someone who still leaves corners dusty.” be finally glanced at you, grey eyes sharp. “most people know better than to talk to me like that.”

you stepped closer, crossing your arms. “good thing i’m not most people. someone has to tell you when you’re being an idiot about rest and training and everything.”

levi set the blade down with a soft clink. he stood, shorter than you but somehow towering anyway. his hand caught your wrist before you could poke his chest. “you talk too much.”

“and you listen too little.” your voice dropped, the familiar heat crackling between you. “but you only let me talk to you like this.”

a faint smirk tugged at his lips. down the hall, someone whispered, “they’re bickering like an old married couple again.”

levi didn’t deny it. he just pulled you a fraction closer, thumb brushing your pulse. “get some sleep. that’s an order.”

you smiled, refusing to move. “only if you do too, captain.”

he clicked his tongue, but didn’t let go.

everyone heard the arguments.

only you two knew how much he needed them… and how you were the only one he let stay.

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“baby-” his voice catches, breaking into a breathy, helpless sound as your hips settle back down, “please… just-let me-”

his grip tightens on your hips, fingers digging in like he’s trying to ground himself, like it’s the only thing keeping him from completely falling apart

you’re being a little mean

every time his expression tightens, every time his breath stutters like he’s right on the edge-you stop. letting your walls slowly drag up, pausing when only his tip rests inside you

His head tips back, throat exposed, a loud, broken whimper slipping out while you latch onto his throat, teeth and tongue making a mess of his pretty, milky skin

“god-” he exhales, tossing his head side to side like he’s trying to convince himself to hold out, “you’re-you’re doing this on-nngh-on purpose…”

you hum softly, dropping your hips back down, quietly giggling when his breath stutters and his back arches off the bed

“I can’t-” his voice drops into a whine, chest rising and falling in rapid breaths, “i-ah-im gonna cum baby-please”

he looks so pretty like this, fucked out and desperate. you decide you’ve tortured him enough, lifting your hips and dropping them back down in a steady slap, slap, slap that picks up in pace

his words cut off completely, replaced by a sharp inhale that breaks into a loud moan. his hands squeezing you tighter against his body as he lifts one to back of your head, dragging your lips to his in a messy kiss

you keep the same quick rhythm for all of 10 seconds before he lets out a wrecked moan, burying his face into your neck as he fills you

you keep going, teetering him on the edge of too much as his groans break into whimpers, hands squeezing and pushing like he isn’t sure if he wants you closer or farther away

you finally slow your movements to a complete stop, armin’s still hard cock resting inside of you, cum slowly leaking out around the sides of him

you lean down to kiss him, and he melts into it, breath still uneven, hands sliding up your back to keep you on him

a quiet, shaky sound slips out of him when you pull away, and he leans forward to press slow, dragging kisses across your shoulder

you shift just enough to look at him, catching the way his face flushes deeper, the way he won’t meet your eyes

he looks wrecked, lashes damp, lips parted, chest still rising too fast

you go to pull off of him, and his hands holding your waist tighten

“…don’t stop,” he breathes, the words slipping out before he can think better of it

“want more, baby?” you tease, lips ticking up in a mean smile

a look you’ve never seen before passes over his face, and before you have time to think about what it means he’s flipping you onto your back

your mouth parts in shock as his hand comes up to rest next to your head while the other one reached down to thumb at your clit

“m-min!” your breath hitching as he pulls his cock out, just enough to rest his tip inside of you, and then pushes back in, hips flush with yours, tip pressing into your cervix

it’s his turn for a faint smirk to slide across his face

“your turn”

bad influence

e.jaeger x reader

NSFW

word count: 12.7k

authors note: this isn’t a virgin reader fic where she’s childish, super innocent or dumbified in any way. i literally can’t stand those types of fics. i’m also super sorry for being mia for so long. this fic was a LONG one and it was difficult to write with so much going on in my life at the moment. i’m so happy to be back though!!

synopsis: y/n is willing to try anything to improve her chances on the dating scene. Mikasa is of no help but her older brother Eren is way too invested and way too experienced.

content warnings: best friends older brother! eren, virgin! reader, alcohol consumption, sexual jokes, kissing, eren talks y/n through EVERYTHING, fingering, virginity loss, praise, dirty talk, protected sex, reassurance, porn with plot,

You held your heels in one hand, having taken them off the minute you had left the restaurant. Your date was not worth subjecting your ankles to so much pain. As you stood on Mikasa's patio, you swallowed hard, trying to push down your complete and utter embarrassment.

It wasn't until you had composed yourself that you finally knocked on the front door. Your knuckles slammed against the wood, a lot harder than they probably should have. But, you couldn't control it. You were irritated, to say the least.

"Rough night?" Those words hadn't come from Mikasa. Instead, your eyes lifted to meet two green irises. Eren was stood in the doorway.

"Eren, upstairs." Mikasa's voice slowly reached your ears as she walked up to the front door.

"What? I just opened the door?" Eren turned, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

"Go!" Mikasa reached for his shoulders, turning him away from you.

"Jesus, okay." Eren held his hands up in a false surrender before moving away on his own accord. Yet, he glanced back at you before he could fully leave, the corner of his mouth lifting slightly.

You didn't realise you had been craning your neck until you looked back at Mikasa and realised that you had moved across to keep Eren in your line of sight. Blinking hard, you took a step inside and averted your focus.

"I have wine, popcorn and I put your favourite show on." Mikasa established as she led you towards the living room. 

And so, the rest of your evening turned into a debrief rather with Mikasa rather than getting to know your date better. You had drank around two glasses of wine and held your third in one hand with a stained makeup wipe in the other.

"But, like, I didn't think it was an issue." You took a sip of your wine in between sentences. "So, of course I didn't want to tell him before our date. I mean, that's something you would say in person anyway." You explained, swiping your under eye with the makeup wipe for probably the fifth time.

"Yeah, I agree." Mikasa picked one kernel of popcorn out from the ball of popcorn she held in her hand. "And if he was interested in you, it wouldn't be that big of a deal."

"Right? But the thing is, I didn't even get to explain it to him." You tossed the used makeup wipe onto the coffee table before completely turning to face Mikasa on the sofa. "He just asked 'are you still a virgin?' and..." You scowled and shrugged, physically showing your disapproval at the scenario. "I mean, what do you even say to that?"

Mikasa blew raspberries. "How'd he guess?"

"I don't know. Do I give off that kind of energy?" You asked despite really not wanting an answer.

"Even if you do, why don't you just deny it?" Grabbing onto the neck of the wine bottle, Mikasa took a sip.

"I know there’s stigma around it but I don't wanna hide the fact that I'm a virgin." You sighed. "That's how people end up having really traumatic first times."

"Yeah, I don't even wanna think about my first time." Mikasa snickered.

"But I'm sure he didn't dislike me because I'm a virgin, he said he feels like I lied to him." You swirled the liquid in your glass around as you spoke.

"It's not lying if you don't bring it up."

"It's not about that. He just thinks that virgins can't have one night stands." Taking another sip of your wine, you tossed your head back against the back of the sofa. "He thinks I'll get attached."

"He sounds disgusting."

"Every guy sounds disgusting. But if I keep thinking like that, I'll never lose my virginity." You placed your empty hand over your forehead.

"Wait... you're a virgin?" Your head immediately raised as you heard the heavy thickness of Eren's voice.

"What?" You could only let one word escape, feeling breathless and completely choked up at the same time.

"Didn't I tell you to stay upstairs?" Mikasa rolled her eyes as she turned to the sound of the voice.

"I'm not gonna be a prisoner in my own home." Eren walked into the living room, your heart beat increasing with each step he took closer to the two of you.

"Why are you here, Eren?" Mikasa reached out, swatting Eren's hand away as he reached for the popcorn.

"I needed to get water." He lifted his hand, showing off an empty glass.

"Okay, go and get water. Then, go back upstairs." Mikasa argued.

"Hold on." Eren sat on the edge of the sofa, one foot on the floor while he shifted half of his weight onto the armrest. "I'm interested in what Y/n has to say."

You were mortified.

"Oh my god, you're annoying." Mikasa groaned.

"And you've had too much to drink." Eren reached for the bottle of wine that Mikasa held in her hand, pulling it out of her grasp. "Is she even listening to you?" Eren looked over at you while he pointed at Mikasa.

Instantly, you pulled your eyes away and swallowed. "It's not that serious."

"You seemed pretty upset." The brunette tilted his head to the side. That action alone had your head spinning. It wasn't the wine, you were sure of it. After all, the feeling wasn't foreign to you.

Mikasa's older brother would always make your head spin and you hated it.

"It was something about you 'never being able to lose your virginity'." Eren spoke up again, reminding you that you were supposed to be having a conversation in that moment.

"It was just my date." You began to explain, fidgeting with the wine glass in your hand as you spoke. "It didn't go well."

"Because you're a virgin?" Eren's words were so sharp you felt the force of them slice right through you. Your lips pursed and you kept your head low.

"Eren, guys like you are the literal reason why Y/n is upset right now." Mikasa delivered repeated slaps to his arms as she complained.

"Sorry, I can't understand you when you slur your words like that." Eren laughed. "A guy shouldn't care if you're a virgin or not. As long as she wants it, pussy is pussy." You reluctantly lifted your gaze to look at Eren once more, watching as he shrugged.

"Apparently it's weird." You responded, completely unsure of why you were confiding in Eren out of all fucking people.

"That's dumb." Eren hastily grabbed a handful of popcorn. "He doesn't know what he's talking about." Tilting his head back, he tossed the popcorn into his mouth after speaking.

"Practically all of the guys I date think the same way." Biting the inside of your cheek, you were unsure of where to look. You gazed down into your lap, glancing at your reflection in the wine before looking up to face Eren. "They don't wanna date me if I'm a virgin."

"That's why I told her just to not tell them-"

"Don't do that shit." Eren briefly covered Mikasa's mouth as he cut her off, sending her head tumbling backwards into the couch.

"Yeah, it's just- I don't want to be treated differently, but I don't want to have a bad experience." You spoke with your hands, too nervous to sit still for any longer.

"If you want to be treated well, it's better that they know." Eren stated in a matter of fact way.

"But then again, when they know, they end things." You chewed on your bottom lip.

"Then they weren't planning on treating you well and you made them feel guilty." Eren explained. "Consider yourself lucky." Nodding slowly, he reassured you.

"Well then, if every date I go on ends like this. what should I do?" You sighed. And, that time, when you looked into Eren's eyes, you were desperate. You needed an answer. It had been too long and you had spent too much time and energy on empty outcomes.

Eren briefly maintained his silence as he thought, glancing at you and then glancing at Mikasa. You noticed a smile finding its way onto his face, watching in real time as he figured out what to say next.

He placed his hands over Mikasa's ears, preventing her from hearing anything he would say before he rushed his words out. "I could help you sort that out before your next date." With a wink, he ended his sentence and hastily stood up, backing away before Mikasa had the chance to fight back.

"What did you say?" She whipped her head around at him. However, Eren didn't respond, simply exiting the living room and leaving the two of you alone.

You watched the entire thing in shock, completely frozen as Eren's words rang through your head. Your entire body filled with heat, a different heat. It was a heat that had your skin briefly prickling and your legs growing weak. You blinked hard, curling your toes as you tried to erase the image of Eren that was burned into the back of your eyelids. You were completely speechless.

"What did he say, Y/n?" Mikasa nudged you, making your wine briefly spill onto your dress.

The cold burn was enough to snap you out of your daze, causing you to glance down at the spill. You pulled the fabric of the dress away from your torso, trying to unstick your skin from the wet spot. "I'm gonna go clean this up." Standing up from the sofa, you placed your wine glass down and made your way out of the living room.

"Okay, I'm sorry!" Mikasa called out behind you, clearly too intoxicated to follow behind you.

However, as you entered the kitchen, you felt your blood ran cold at the sight before you. Physically jumping, your spontaneous movements made you catch Eren's attention.

"You get scared easily." He snickered from where he stood in front of the closed fridge, the water running as he filled up his cup.

"I didn't realise you were in here." You shook your head before heading over to the kitchen sink.

The both of you stayed in a mutual silence as you ran the faucet, trying your best to fit your dress under the stream of water without spilling even more liquid all over yourself. Reaching for the soap, you began to lather the fabric while the dress was still on you. You paid no mind to Eren who had started scanning through the kitchen cabinets.

However, he seemed pretty interested in whatever you were up to. "What're you doing?" He asked casually, still searching through the cabinets.

"Trying not to let this stain." You replied as you used your nails to scrub the material, bunching the problem area in the hole that your thumb and index finger made as to not wet the rest of the dress.

"I think that would be easier if you took the dress off before." Eren closed the cupboard and his footsteps towards you started to get louder.

"I would if I could." You blew raspberries, occasionally dipping the fabric under the water before scrubbing at it once again. "I don't have a change of clothes."

"Is Mikasa that much of a bitch that she can't share?" Eren scoffed.

"All of her clean clothes are at her college dorm." You explained, trying to avoid the heat that started to build inside of you as you felt Eren's presence behind you.

He hummed as he watched you. Suddenly, you were hyper aware of all of the movements you were making and even breathing too loud worried you. It was too much. The proximity, the isolation, the heat. You turned off the faucet and placed your hands on the counter, either side of the sink. "Well this is going great." You chuckled sarcastically— although it was more awkward than you had intended.

"You're gonna sleep in that?" Eren asked, his head practically so close to you that you could feel where the breathy impact of his words landed on your exposed shoulder.

Stepping aside, you reached for a kitchen towel. "Yeah, I guess."

"That can't be comfortable." You didn't have to look at Eren to know that he was staring right at you. "Why don't you wear some of my clothes?"

"What?" Instinctively, your head whipped around. As your eyes made contact with Eren's face, you couldn't sworn you felt your heart skip a beat.

"I mean, do you want to sleep in a scratchy, half soaked dress?" The brunettes eyebrows raised in doubt.

"Well.. no, but, I don't wanna-" Your sentence trailed off, realising that no matter what direction you went in, your responses would all end up sounding inherently sexual. "Are you sure?"

"I'm pretty sure I'll survive." Eren snorted.

And so, you followed him out of the kitchen, walking behind him like you were stupid and unsure of what to do with your limbs. You weren't sure why you were so flustered. Eren was doing a good deed after all. However, all you could think about was what he had said earlier. When you thought about his words, you thought about sex. And thinking about sex while you were on the way to your best friend's brother's room was seriously dangerous.

Once he opened the door, you let out a discreet exhale and took a step inside. It wasn't anything special: just a bed, books, a pc and slight mess. But, you just couldn't stop your body from flushing. "You can just grab whatever." Eren indicated towards his closet before moving away to sit on his bed.

You pushed the closet door open, spotting some discarded shirts on the floor before glancing up and sifting through the clothes on hangers. Trying your hardest to seem normal, you flexed your arms as they moved, hoping that it would be enough to make your movements look solid rather than shaky. Fuck, you were certain you looked like a fool.

"Is this your first time in a guys room?" Eren's words only added to your anxiety, making you freeze up briefly.

"What? No." You chuckled awkwardly, blinking hard as you reached for more hangers and pushed them to the side. "I'm not a prude."

"Okay."

"Is that how you see me?" You turned around, your bottom lip tucked between your teeth as you searched for an answer.

"'course not." Eren laughed through his nose in the form of an exhale. "I was just teasing."

"Don't." You rolled your eyes and turned back to the closet. "I have, like, y'know... done stuff with other guys. I just never got that far."

"Yeah?" Eren asked from his position on his bed.

"Yeah." You licked your lips, mindlessly shifting the hangers from one side of Eren's closet to the other. "Like, I always wanted to have sex. They wanted it too." You explained, unsure of what you were saying before it left your mouth. "But, I just- it doesn't feel right." You sighed.

"In what way?"

"Before it happens, I get all of the feelings. I get butterflies and I want it and I'm excited about it. But, when it happens, it's confusing and too much and I feel like I'm doing it wrong." As you spoke, you relived each instance that you described.

"How would you do it wrong?" Eren repeated your own words to you.

"It's not like I'm doing it wrong. I just don't want to be bad." You tried to break it down to the best of your abilities.

"You wanna impress them?" Eren's assumption had your eyebrows furrowing as you briefly turned back to him.

"No." You scoffed. "I just want them to have a good experience."

"...So, you're trying to impress them."

"No, because I want a good experience too." You argued.

"How are you supposed to have a good experience if you're focused on what they think of you the entire time?" At Eren's final question, you stayed quiet.

You really had no way to answer him. It wasn't that you felt bad that he was blaming it on you, you just felt challenged. After all, you only knew so much.

"Seems like you struggle to keep your focus on one thing." Eren spoke up once again.

"What makes you think that?" You turned to him.

"You're looking for one shirt and you've gone through my entire closet about three times." He held his hand out, pointing at you as he told you his example

At that, you quickly turned and found a shirt long enough and ambiguous enough to not matter to Eren. "Is this okay?" You pulled it out of the closet and lifted it to your chest as you asked.

"Take it." Eren shrugged.

"Do you have any shorts?" You shifted your weight from your heels to your toes as you asked.

"In there." Eren nodded his head to the side, your eyes following his motions to find a dresser. "Second drawer."

"Thanks." You shuffled awkwardly to the opposite side of his room, opening the drawer and scanning through for items.

"I'm not blaming you, Y/n." Eren started. "A lot of people start out the same way."

"How do I change that?" You glanced back at the brunette.

"It depends on who you're with just as much as it depends on you." He shrugged. "College guys are immature. That's natural. They're gonna have weird behaviour and weird expectations. But, theyll grow out of it."

"What do you mean grow out of it? I don't wanna wait for them to grow out of it before I have my first time. Everyone else probably had theirs years ago."

"But that seems like a pretty big boundary for you. You said it's too much." Eren referred to your confession. "No one's stopping you from having sex. but, if you already feel uncomfortable with letting yourself feel good, it's not the best idea. Guys your age don't really care about that."

"What about guys your age? How do you have sex?" Your words escaped your mouth without you properly thinking about what you were saying. And, the price you had to pay was a sudden, unnatural layer of perspiration that spread over your skin. Your mouth hung open as the ghosts of your words lingered. Then, you were scrambling to get your next words out. "Actually, never mind."

Your entire body burned as you revelled in the embarrassment of your stupid words. You had become way too personal and way too direct and your words sounded like too much of a request for you to be able to play it off.

And, for that reason, you couldn't stop thinking about what you said. Then, you couldn't stop imagining what you said. And then, you couldn't stop wanting your imagination to come true.

But you just couldn't let that happen. Instead, you reached for the first pair of shorts you could find before closing Eren's drawer and speed walking over to his bedroom door. "Thanks for the clothes." You muttered as you gripped the handle before swinging it open and letting yourself out.

You were changing in the downstairs bathroom for a while. After all, Mikasa's drunkenness had caused her to drift off in the brief time you spent with Eren. It wasn't like you had much else to entertain you. So, you just let yourself think.

You continued to think about Eren. You continued to think about the conversation. You continued to think about his offer. After you finished changing, you realised that your thoughts had the power to turn into actions and your actions had the power to change how you ended the night.

If you went back to the living room, that would be another night going to sleep as a virgin and another night waking up as a virgin. If you went back to Eren's room, things could end up completely different.

Maybe it was the alcohol but, you couldn't bring yourself to stop at the living room. You kept going. Your feet met the stairs, then they landed on the ground of the second floor and finally, they settled in front of Eren's door.

With one harsh swallow, you slammed your knuckles against the wood of his bedroom door. The knock was firm, hopefully exuding enough confidence for you to seem like you weren't acting on impulse. But, when Eren opened the door, you couldn't help but let out a meek, shaky breath. "Can I come in?"

You kept your eyes down, not being able to gauge whether Eren's expression was inviting or not. It was only when he took a step backwards, giving you enough space to take a step forward into his room that you felt like you could meet his eyes. And, when you did, they were back on the floor before either of you could blink.

"Need something?" Eren asked innocently. Although, he didn't realise that his words were unintentionally loaded.

"Yeah, actually, I do." Placing your hands behind your back as you leaned against the door, you began to fidget with your fingers.

"Mhm?" Eren crossed his arms over each other as he tilted his head.

"You're a man of your word, right?" You tucked your bottom lip between your teeth as you glanced up at the tall man in front of you.

"I'd like to believe so." Eren shrugged.

"Okay, then, don't be all weird when I say this." You prefaced, using your hands to talk as nerves filled you to the brim.

A burning lump began to form in your throat, making it difficult for you to get your words out. There you stood, opening and closing your mouth as if you were drowning meanwhile, you struggled to even know what you wanted to say.

As you wracked your brain, all you could think about were the words Eren had uttered to you earlier. So, you decided to reiterate his own statement. "You said you wanted to help me. Before my next date, you wanted to help me."

At your words, Eren's gaze strengthened.

"Will you help me?" You asked, although it was more so a normal toned beg.

"In what way?" Eren furrowed his eyebrows as he raked a hand through his hair, the brown strands falling back into place despite his manipulation.

"Will you be my first time?" You barely squeaked out.

Eyes widening, Eren swallowed so hard that you could hear it. Although, the intense silence didn't help to cover anything up. "First time? Like-?"

"Like, have sex with me. Tonight?"

"Seriously?" Eren clutched onto his chin with his thumb index finger.

"If you don't answer, I'm gonna pretend this conversation never happened." You reached for the doorknob, feeling your feigned confidence wear off.

"Wait." Eren placed his hand on the door, urging for it to stay closed. "It's not that I don't want to."

"Then what?" You sighed.

"You're a-" Eren cut himself off, clearly aware that if he were to utter that damn word, you would be out of there. "I don't want you to regret this."

"I mentally prepared for this the entire week!" You groaned.

"Sure, but not this situation." Eren pointed a finger between the two of you.

"How is this any different?" Your eyebrows furrowed. "We're gonna be doing the same thing I've been preparing for, it's just that you're a different person."

"That's exactly it. I'm older, not your date and I'm actually your best friend's brother." Eren explained. "Even if it was a good experience for you, Mikasa would kill me."

"Then, I won't tell her." You shrugged.

"You tell her everything." Eren's eyes narrowed.

"Well, not this." You reassured, desperate to reach an agreement. "I can keep a secret." Giving Eren a smile, you intentionally batted your eyelashes as you blinked.

And, fuck, Eren just couldn't say no to you. That was the problem: you were his kryptonite. And it wasn't exactly just you. It was your qualities. You were untouched, standing in his clothes and begging him to taint you. It had his mind spinning and suddenly, Mikasa was becoming a background thought.

It was your mini 'please' that pulled him out of his thoughts. The more you pleaded, the more you proved your trust of him and the more Eren's resolve grew close to breaking.

"How much have you done?" He could feel the gravel enter his voice as he asked you, unintentional arousal intertwining with his words.

"I've kissed people and, like, touched... a bit." You began to count the acts you had done on your fingers before realising that you only had two up. Then, you were lowering your hand alongside your gaze. Seeing your nerves only made Eren want to further tease you.

"Touched where?" His eyes lidded as he looked down at you expectantly.

"All the places you hold while you kiss." You explained. "Like my waist, my back, my cheek." While you spoke, you placed your hands on every part, clearly not reaching for anywhere intimate. Eren was flabbergasted.

"That's it?" His eyebrows raised.

At his words, you shrugged. "I want to do more, I just want someone willing to help."

"Yeah?" Taking a step closer, Eren rested a hand on your shoulder. "Of course I can help you."

"Thank you." And there was your sexy little smile once again. The smile of someone who was completely unaware of what they had just got themselves into.

And you were completely unaware. You weren't aware that Eren was so experienced, such a perfectionist and so attentive. So, when he asked you to kiss him, you went in completely blindly.

You reached out for the man in front of you, slightly lifting yourself from where you were resting against his door. "Just kiss me how you want to kiss, not how you think I want you to." Eren reassured as he stood still and firm before you. He let you take the lead, standing patiently and ready to accept you. So, with an unsure hand, you cupped his cheek before leaning in.

Once your lips made contact, your entire body flushed because holy shit, you were kissing Eren. And then, when it really sank in that you were fucking kissing Eren, you began to move your lips with more intention. You sped up, using your other hand to clutch his shoulder as you stood on your tip toes, leaning your body into him.

Your breathing shallowed as self consciousness and fluster overwhelmed you. But, you couldn't stop. You didn't want to prove to Eren that your date was right. You knew you were ready and so, you were going to show Eren that you were ready.

Eren followed your pace, his lips matching your movements and adjusting with each change you made. He also rested a hand on your cheek, caging the side of your face as he mimicked your motions. Your breath shallowed as you continued to try to keep up with your own pace. But, you felt so breathless and overwhelmed, you were first to pull away.

Once your lips had separated once more, you stepped back against the door once again. Although you had come to the realisation that you were kissing Eren while it was happening, it was something about sitting in the afterglow of the kiss that filled you with double the amount of fluster. You glanced at the floor, completely unready for the feedback that you didn't realise you were going to receive. "You kiss like the guys you complain about. You're rushing." Eren uttered in a matter of fact tone.

Raising your head, your eyebrows furrowed in shock. For a moment, you were speechless. Warmth flooded to your face and you felt your stomach swirl. "I thought you liked-"

"I didn't ask you to think about me. I asked you to kiss me like how you told me you wanted to kiss." Eren clarified. "You said it was always too much for you. Why don't you take it slower?"

"Oh, okay." Swallowing hard, you clenched your hands into fists before unclenching them. "Okay, I'll try." Nodding, you took a few deep breaths before your hands were reaching out for Eren. "Wait, I don't- what should I do with my hands?" You hesitated in the air, waiting for Eren's instructions.

"Whatever you want." Eren shrugged.

"Okay, sorry." Rolling your shoulders back, you wiggled your fingers slightly.

"Don't apologise." Eren reassured.

At that, you held your head in your hands and exhaled. "Fuck, I- I don't know what I'm doing." Looking up at the man before you, you stood frozen

"You okay?" He raised his eyebrows, eyes darting all over your face.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I'm just- I'm frustrated." You leaned your head back and puffed the air out of your cheeks.

"About what?"

"I don't fucking know. I just want- I don't want this to be a bad experience. I don't wanna disappoint you and I don't want things to be awkward after and I don't know if I'll ever be good at this." You spewed, barely aware of what you were saying.

"Hey, it's okay." Eren slightly crouched in front of you, meeting you at your eye level. "Do you wanna stop?"

"No, I really want to do this, Eren!" You huffed. "But I wanna do it right."

"Okay, let's set some ground rules." Eren nodded before stepping back, letting you follow him as he made his way towards his bed. "If we're gonna do this, we both have to be on the same page." Eren sat down on his mattress before patting the spot next to him.

"Okay." You nodded as you accepted his offer and sat down beside him.

"Rule one: we can stop at any time. If it gets too much or you don't feel like it or you change your mind in any way, let me know and we'll stop immediately. Rule two: if you want more, you gotta ask for it. I don't want any half assed nods or silence, use your words, okay?" You nodded in understanding of Eren's rules. "Rule three: there are no strings attached. Seriously. This is a casual thing so you won't be getting any special treatment. If you're not okay with that, we can stop."

"I'm fine with that." You nodded once again. "I'm fine with all of the rules."

"You wanna keep going?" Eren turned to you, his head tilting as he asked.

"Mhm." You turned towards him, your legs shifting on the floor as you held your hands in your lap.

"Rule two. I'm gonna need a yes." Eren reiterated.

"Yes... please." You bit the inside of your cheek. "But, I still don't know how I want to kiss. I've never kissed slowly or anything like that before."

"Do you prefer when it's faster?" Eren asked.

"I don't- I don't know. I don't have any else to compare it to, really." You fiddled with your fingers as you kept your hands in your lap. "Can you show me?" You looked over at the brunette with pleading eyes once again.

Eren's eyes darkened as he looked at you. There wasn't any mistaking it. However, he nodded anyway, shuffling closer to you from where he sat. "When I do this, don't try to impress me. Just feel it." He placed a light hand on your jaw, the warmth of his skin sending flutters throughout your body. "It should feel good. It doesn't have to be pleasurable, but it should make you feel good, okay?"

"Okay." You placed a hand on Eren's thigh, moving impossibly closer to him.

"Can I kiss you?" He swiped his thumb along the skin of your jaw as he asked, his eyes dedicated to your lips.

"Yeah." You licked the membrane in preparation before Eren started leaning in.

He moved a lot slower than you, his lips barely touching yours with the first contact. At that, you felt your heart race, almost completely unaware of when your lips would next meet. However, Eren's mouth was back on you soon. Another soft, light, peck like connection. He started out agonisingly slow, making your hand reach further along his thigh as your body leaned further into him.

Gradually, Eren began to apply more pressure and pull less further back in between kisses. He met your lips, hot and sizzling with desire before briefly pulling back and meeting you once more. His lips were so soft, so plush and sent spiky tingles into yours whenever they would meet. He was incredibly gentle with you but also gave you what you wanted. 

You reached for Eren's jaw and mirrored his movements once you were aware of his pattern. This time, you kept your touch light and maintained a lighter force on Eren's lips. And you were completely unsure of why but, with such a slow and gentle pace, you found yourself growing goosebumps as your entire body tingled.

However, you couldn't figure out the feeling. It was foreign, underlying and something you couldn't think about it while your mind was racing. So, when Eren pulled away, you were left wide eyed. "How do you feel?" He lightly caressed the skin of your jaw.

At that, you weren't sure how to respond. Your entire body flushed as you tried to avoid knowing that you were in his eye line. "I think I'm nervous, I-"

"Just pay attention to how you feel." Eren placed a gentle free hand on your thigh, instantly making you slightly flinch. "Do you wanna keep going?"

"Yes." You nodded.

"C'mere." Eren didn't move any faster than the previous time he had kissed you. It was that soft, almost teasing pace that made your brain turn into mush.

Your skin prickled, heat layering over you as your head spun. It wasn't a negative reaction. In fact, it was everything that you had previously felt but, in a good way. You couldn't understand and neither could you explain it. All you could do was feel it. Eren kissed you so well, you could feel warmth begin to build deep inside of you. It was a feeling that you had never gotten from kissing. You were never able to revel in the moment, notice every lingering touch and movement or even anticipate the next contact. But, with Eren, you were finally experiencing all of it.

Eren could physically feel the tension leaving your body too. From the moment that he kissed you, he felt your body melt into him. You were so fucking reactive and it just made him want to make you feel even better. He held himself together as best as he could, taking his time with you and letting you figure out what you liked. However, with each second that passed, Eren wanted to be the one to guide you even further.

He placed a hand on your waist, light enough to not be shocking but apparent enough to be felt. And, you clearly felt it. You gasped into his mouth at the feeling, such a small sensation but, with your inexperience, it elicited such a sudden reaction. He fucking loved it.

"How's that?" He spoke against your lips.

"Different..." You muttered.

Eren pulled away briefly, urging to see your face. "Good or bad?" He already knew the answer but, hearing it from you was something he desperately needed.

"Really good..." You bit your shiny lip as you nodded.

Eren hummed at that, letting out a curse in his head. Just to further test the waters, he moved his hand over from your jaw to your nape. With his new grasp, he pulled you in closer, slightly firmer than any previous way he had touched you. As a result, he was rewarded with a slight whine. Fuck, he couldn't help but smirk. "There you go."

You were the one to close the gap between the two of you. After all, you had never even realised that kissing could feel so good. You desperately wanted more of it. You maintained the pace but, clutched onto Eren with strong hands.

Smacking sounds were the only things that you could hear throughout the room. Both you and Eren kissed like you didn't want to stop any time soon and you loved it. Your entire body was hot, needy and desperate. You could feel your arousal bursting through your lips with each contact you made with Eren's lips. It was such an unfamiliar feeling but you loved it so much, you had to continue to entertain it.

You and Eren were making out for longer than you could document. Your mind had turned into mush after Eren's hands had started to move along your skin. He held you by your nape, your waist, your cheek, your lower back, your hips, your jaw. It was as if you could feel the burning indents of all of the places he had touched you.

After a while, all you could pay attention to was the burning in your core and the prickling over your skin. The heat of your arousal had began to collect in your panties. You could feel it, the slippery moisture that would slide against your lower half each time you would fidget. And, when you weren't paying attention to that, you could feel the tingling pressure of your hardened nipples.

You were so incredibly turned on and all Eren had done was kiss you. It was something that you couldn't understand. But, you no longer tried to, you simply let it happen to you until you could no longer take it. "Eren-" You mumbled against his lips before pulling back. "I can't." Your breath was slightly heavy as you reclaimed the oxygen you had lost from interlocking your lips with Eren's.

"You okay?" Eren's eyebrows furrowed in concern.

"Yeah, yes. I'm fine." You nodded. "But I can't keep doing this."

"Do you want to sto-"

"I want more." You bounced one leg as you confessed.

"Oh." Eren muttered, clearly intending for his words to be under his breath but failing. "You want more?"

"Yes." You bit your lip.

"What do you want?" His eyes weighed heavy on you as he asked.

"I don't- How am I supposed to know?" You scoffed playfully. "I've never done anything more than this."

"Okay." Eren swallowed as he studied you, his eyes dragging themselves up and down your figure. "Wanna lie down for me?" Eren nodded his head in the direction of the bed that you were sat on.

You followed his request, crawling up further onto the mattress and lying down properly. "What are you gonna do?" You asked as you rested your head on Eren's pillow.

"I'm not gonna do anything. You're gonna tell me what to do." Eren moved so that he loomed over you, his legs between yours as he kneeled on the bed.

"What?" Your eyebrows furrowed.

"You gotta know what you want from someone." He explained. "Even if you've never done it before, your body will react before your mind can think of what you want. Just pay attention to your body."

"What do you want?" You gazed up at the man above you.

"Doesn't matter." Eren rushed out before kissing you so that he wouldn't have to reveal all of the dirty things he wanted to do to you.

He moved in a way that let you know how badly he wanted to kiss you, touch you and fuck you. But, he refused to admit it because that would mean that he had to admit how much of an effect you had on him and he just couldn't let you know the reason why. So, he continued to distract you with his lips, pressing the membrane against your own as his hands teasingly caressed your body.

It wasn't long before you transitioned from flinching from his touch to leaning into his touch. Instead of gasping into Eren's mouth, you would hum amd sigh. You were no longer thinking, only feeling and Eren knew it from the way you squirmed beneath him as you struggled to keep up with the pace of his lips.

So, he started to move lower. "This okay?" He spoke against your skin as he began to pepper kisses along your jawline.

"Yeah..." You exhaled, letting your head tilt back.

As Eren continued to move, your eyes grew lidded. All you could do was stare up at the ceiling as Eren invisibly marked the skin of your neck. Strings of heat ran across your body, settling in your core as Eren's kisses turned into subtle licks. The warmth and wetness had your mind spinning, making your eyes involuntarily close.

Eren was all you could sense. His repeated movements against your skin, his hums of contentment vibrating through your ears, his manly smell surrounding you. It was all so much.

Your hands found their way into the sheets, running along the fabric before gripping onto it for whatever stability you could find. However, that still didn't stop you from unintentionally arching your back into Eren and letting out a brief moan.

It was then that you realised just how vulnerable you were. An instant layer of heat coated your skin and you were instantly pulling away from Eren. "Wait." You shuffled higher up the bed, resting on your elbows.

"What's wrong?" Eren sat back on his knees, allowing you space as he waited for an answer.

"Sorry." You breathed out, resting your forehead in your palm.

"Never apologise for wanting to pause. It's all good." Eren reassured.

"I don't wanna pause. I just- I've never felt like this before." Licking your lips, you leaned back against Eren's pillow once again.

"Like what?"

"So, like, out of control. I just keep reacting and I don't even realise until it's happening." The memory replayed in your head.

"That's normal." Eren shrugged.

"It's embarrassing." You covered your eyes in shame.

"You're embarrassed because you think there's a right and wrong way to react." Eren explained, gently stroking your leg as he spoke.

"Yeah, because I don't want you to judge me." You kept your leg still under his touch, your eyes dropping down to the contact.

"Why would I judge you? You think I don't enjoy hearing you feel good?" Eren's rhetorical question silenced you. There wasn't much you could think of as a counter argument nor was there anything you could say to him. "I don't care if I embarrass myself when I say it's one of the hottest things I've heard."

Your eyes widened at that. "Really?"

"You want proof?" Eren asked, making you nod your head. At that, he glanced down, moving his hand towards his sweatpants. He gripped onto the fabric, showcasing a clear indent beneath. It was large, long and straining against Eren's hand. His dick was so hard just from hearing you moan.

"I did that?" You struggled to speak with your jaw refusing to close in shock.

"All you." Eren smirked, lightly trailing his hand along this clothed hard on.

"Woah..." You chewed on your nail as you watched Eren in awe. Seeing the effect you had on him sent fountains of wetness down into your panties. It was shocking nonetheless but, it was such a fucking turn on. You hadn't realised you could become any more aroused than you had previously been but, holy shit, Eren had helped you to reach another level of turned on. "I want more."

"What do you want?" Eren let go of his bulge, his voice deepening as he questioned you.

"I want- can you please touch me?" You lifted your legs up and spread them, nervously tugging on your bottom lip with your index finger and thumb. "Here?"

"You sure you're ready for that?" Eren's eyebrows lifted.

"I'm sure."

"How do you want me to touch you?" Eren ran his hands along your inner thighs, moving them back to the tops of your thighs each time they grew too close to where you needed him.

"I... I just want you to- I want you do make me feel good." You uttered."

"Have you ever touched yourself?" Eren's head tilted to the side, his hair moving with the motion.

Heat pooled in your face at his crass words. "Well, I- yeah. Of course I have."

"Can you make yourself cum?" He raised his eyebrows, sending another rush of heat spreading throughout your body.

"...Yeah."

"Why don't you show me how you make yourself cum?" Eren's voice was way too calm for his ask. You practically felt your heart jump into your throat before falling back into your chest and thumping against the front wall of your upper abdomen.

"What?" You could only get one word out.

"Don't you wanna show me what you like, so I can help you feel good?" Eren suggested. "Just remember you can say no or change your mind whenever you want."

"No, I want to do this." You shook your head. "It just feels weird."

"In what way?"

"I just- I can't think about what feels good. My mind is completely blank." You admitted, squeezing your legs together.

"That's okay. This is a first for you." Eren reassured. "Why don't we figure it out together? That takes a lot of pressure off you."

"Yeah. Let's do that." You nodded.

"Just tell me if somethings wrong. Theres no rush." Eren leaned over, parting your legs as he hovered over you horizontally and planted a peck on your lips.

You brought an arm around him, hooking your elbow around his neck and pulling him in further. You kissed him, desperately. All of the knowledge and experience he had given you showed through the intricate movements of your lips. Your pace was slow and yet, your technique was passionate. Kissing Eren like that gave you a feeling that had you letting go of all of your worries.

He was so delicate with you: so careful and gentle and light handed. He treated you as if you were porcelain and you couldn't get enough of him. His barely there touches and his considerate pace only made your heart swell in dignity.

And so, while you kept the kiss going, you reached for his wrist. You felt a slight resistance at first as Eren pulled back, only for you to bring him back into the kiss. He complied, continuing to move his lips against you as you trailed his hand down your body.

Completely unsure of where your sudden boldness came from, you moved him with a solid, thought out grasp. His hand caressed your side, then your stomach and then finally stopped at where you were full of heat. "Do whatever you want." You whispered against Eren's lips.

"That's all I needed." Eren whispered back, his fingers already teasingly dipping beneath the waistband of the shorts you were wearing. "This okay?"

You swallowed. "Yeah."

And Eren didn't waste any time in letting his fingers find their way beneath the fabric. He kept his hand underneath your shorts but kept the layer separating his hand and your pussy in tact by refusing to go into your panties.

You barely noticed the fact that there was still an extra layer however. The feeling of Eren's finger finally caressing the slit that had been leaking from the moment you started kissing was enough for you to fall out of the kiss. "This- oh my god-" Tilting your head back, your eyebrows furrowed as you tried to process the sensation.

"There you go." Eren cooed, his lips pressing against your exposed neck a few times as he continued to gently trace your slit. It was when his finger indirectly bumped against your clit that Eren placed another kiss onto your skin. It was so new and so different that you weren't sure what to think. "How's that?"

"It's- It feels- I don't know-" You choked out, swivelling your hips into Eren's hand as he barely applied any pressure to your sensitive nub.

"Do you want me to stop?" Eren slowed his pace slightly, yet kept his subtle movements going on your clit.

"No, keep going." You shook your head.

"Alright, just keep talking to me." Eren pecked you before adjusting the movements of his fingers.

He traced light circles over your clothed clit, making your legs slightly tense up. Nevertheless, as your anticipation wore off, pleasure started to creep up on you. "That's-"

"Talk to me." Eren's voice was calm yet assertive. It sent a shockwave of heat down to your clit. "How does it feel?"

"It feels good." You hiccuped.

"Yeah?" Eren smirked, refusing to stop his movements on your clit. "Want more?"

"Yeah." Sighing, you turned your head to the side.

"That's what I like to hear." Eren praised, letting his fingers dip below your final layer of clothes.

As you felt his fingers drop below your panties, you couldn't help but gasp. "You're doing really well, Y/n." Eren reassured as he circled your entrance with his fingers. You felt the slip of your slick as Eren traced your entrance, your face slightly flushing as you realised that Eren knew just how turned on you were. It wasn't like he minded however. He gasped as he felt it, letting out a light groan. "So wet for me."

When his fingers reached your bare clit, you instinctively slapped your hand over your mouth. The pleasure rattled through your body, sending shockwaves up your spine and making you flinch. It felt so fucking good that you almost didn't know what to do with yourself.

Your mind raced, flooding with sexual thoughts and desires that you had never experienced before. Being touched so intimately by Eren didn't even come close to what your own hand felt like. You were almost in shock. The unexpected pleasure had your toes curling.

"Let me hear you." Eren used his free hand to pull your hand away, his voice comforting.

"Oh my god..." You gripped onto Eren's sheets, your eyes fluttering shut as Eren pleasured you. "I've never felt this good before." You breathed, ending your sentence with a moan.

"See how much easier it is when you're honest?" Eren licked your throat, making you shiver.

"Yeah..." You weren't sure if you were agreeing with Eren or simply moaning out because it felt good but, you were so fucking turned on that nothing mattered anymore.

"Can I take these off?" Eren asked, pausing his movements on your clit and curling a finger around the waistband of both your shorts and panties.

"Uh huh." You nodded.

"Remember to use your words." Eren reminded.

"Yes." You reiterated.

"Thank you." Eren pulled the clothes down your legs slowly. You turned your head to watch as he did it, his eyes refusing to look directly between your legs. Instead, he followed the movements of his hands, keeping his gaze focused on it until your shorts and panties were fully off and tossed aside.

And then, he still didn't look. He instead met your eyes, leaned over and planted an affectionate kiss directly on your lips. "You're so brave." He kissed you once again, that time stretching it out. He kept his lips moving against yours as he caressed the bare skin of your lower half with his hand.

Goosebumps raised on the skin of your body beneath wherever Eren'a hand lingered. You exhaled against his lips, your breath growing heavy as you anticipated Eren's next movements. Eren continued to press his lips into your skin however, peppering kisses along your neck as his hand dropped lower than it had before.

"Thank you for letting me touch you like this." Eren murmured against your skin, the vibrations of his voice making you shiver. Although, you weren't sure if it was just the sensation or his words that had you shivering.

You experienced an out of body moment for a second, realising just how far you had gone. There you were, in Eren's bed, completely exposed. But, you really didn't have much time to process everything before you felt the contact of Eren's finger along your slit.

"Oh my god." Your eyes grew lidded at the feeling. Feeling Eren's expert fingers caress you in such a sensitive place felt so incredibly good that heat flushed through you, simmering along your skin.

"How's that?" Eren lifted himself off of your neck and looked down at you with heavy eyes.

"It's- it's good." You swivelled your hips against Eren, leaning into his touch once he began to dip into your wetness before bringing it back up to your clit.

"Which feels better?" Eren started before glancing down, finally taking in the sight of your pussy. "Up and down?" He let his fingers glide along your clit in a linear motion. At that, your mouth fell open and your legs dropped so that they were as wide as possible. "You like that?"

"Uh huh." You moaned, chasing Eren's movements with your hips, desperate to extend the pleasure.

"Or do you prefer it like this?" He then transitioned to moving in small circles over your sensitive clit. The adjustment made you gasp, your eyebrows flying upwards and inwards as the pleasure made your face fill with heat.

"That's good. That feels really good." You let your head fall back into the pillow as you moaned.

"Yeah? I can tell." The smirk on Eren's lips was apparent without you even having to look at him. But, you couldn't focus on that anymore. All you could focus on was the pleasure.

"When I do it myself I- it never feels this good." You hiccuped, your toes curling as Eren continued his pace.

"I like hearing that." The brunette trailed his free hand along your inner thigh, only amplifying the pleasure in your clit as he brushed against your sensitive skin.

"How are you doing that?" You rushed out, looking down to see the way Eren's hand moved over your clit as he pleasured you. The sight in itself made your core tighten with heat.

"Doing what?" Eren raised his eyebrows as he asked you, his voice dropping an octave.

"Making me- you're really good at making me- you're really good at this." Whatever words you wanted to say died on your tongue whenever you tried to speak.

"You're really good at taking it." Eren praised you before lowering himself to peck you.

You could barely kiss him back however, what with the sudden heat building up in your lower stomach. It was thick, hot and slowly travelling down to your clit. "Eren," you lightly cupped his arm with your hand, "more, please."

"Can I finger you?" Eren dropped his hand down to your entrance, collecting your slick on the tip of his finger.

"Yes, please." You barely had time to bit your lip before they were parting once again. Eren encouraged his finger into you, slowly easing past your entrance. "Oh fuck." You whined, starting to tense up.

"Hey, relax." Eren slowed his movements before bringing his thumb to your clit. "Ease up and I can make you feel good." He reassured, his voice soft yet instructive.

But he definitely didn't lie. Once you were calm enough, the feeling of Eren's finger sliding through you and rubbing against your insides made you feel like you were melting. "Eren..." You moaned, eyes fluttering shut.

"Does that feel good?"

"Mmmyeah." Your voice lilted as you succumbed to the pleasure. It felt so fucking good, you felt as if you were about to explode.

So, when Eren curled his finger upwards, you felt like screaming. Your legs shook and your toes curled, struggling to handle the intense waves of pleasure that washed over you.

But you just didn't want it to stop. Having Eren finger you felt so good that you really couldn't keep still. You rolled your hips into him, spread your hands into his sheets and arched your back all in pleasure.

Eren took it all in. After all, he was finally seeing you completely loosen up. You had lost all of your nerves and were no longer worried about what you looked like or how you sounded. He could see the moment that you had lost yourself to the pleasure and it was so fucking hot.

His cock strained in his sweatpants, rock hard at the sight of you writhing beneath him. As much as he wanted to take his time with you, he also couldn't hold himself back for much longer. And so, he was so fucking lucky when you briefly placed a hand over his and spoke up.

"Eren I- I need more." You pleaded, your voice barely escaping through your ragged breaths. "I want you to put it in."

Eren paused for a second, pulling away briefly. "Hm?" For the first time, he seemed almost taken aback. It was as if he didn't know what to say.

"Can you put it in, please?" You bit your lip, urging for an answer.

"My-"

"Your dick. Please." You clarified, your words being the last ones spoken before a brief silence filled the room.

It wasn't because Eren was having second thoughts however, it was because he was finally experiencing the moment he had been waiting for. After what felt like a lifetime, he was finally going to be entering you. The first cock inside of you. The first to have you experience such pleasure. Your very first time. That thought alone made him feel like a virgin all over again.

"Eren." You called out once again, your voice slightly smaller.

"Okay, yeah. If you're ready." Eren nodded, reaching for his waistband. He let his sweatpants drop before kicking them off. "Are you sure? Remember, we can stop whene-"

"Eren, I really want this." You interrupted, clutching the fabric of Eren's sheets in your hands.

"Okay." Eren nodded, reaching over for his drawer and shuffling through the contents. He eventually retrieved a box of condoms, pulling out a pack and tossing the box onto the side. "How do you feel?" He checked in on you as he checked the condom wrapper before placing it aside.

"Nervous." You answered truthfully, watching in anticipation as Eren slowly pulled his sweats and boxers down in one go. You stared with a slack jaw as he freed his cock, letting it meet your eyes with a heavy bob. The sight only made your heart rate increase. Fuck, you weren't sure how it was going to fit.

"Look at me." Eren clearly had caught onto your slight fear by the look on your face. "You've been so good for me all night, it'll all pay off.” He reassured you as he unzipped his hoodie and shook it off. “I'll go slow, you can tell me when to move and make sure to tell me at any point if it's too much. Okay?"

"Okay." You inhaled harshly. "Okay." You repeated, trying to soothe yourself. You removed your own shirt, crossing your arms over each other bedore lifting it over your head. However, nothing could ease the hammering of your heart. "What if I don't like it?"

"We'll stop."

"What if I bleed?"

"I'll take care of it."

"What if Mikasa hears?"

"She won't."

"Okay, sorry." You exhaled.

"Still unsure?" Eren tilted his head to the side.

"I'm not unsure, I want to do it." You shook your head "I Just..." Your words trailed off as you struggled to figure out what you were trying to say.

"I want you to know that you don't have to prove anything tonight." Eren stroked your inner thigh in a reassuring manner. He didn't care to look at you inappropriately, his gaze instead was full of care. "You don't owe anyone experience."

"I know." You nodded. "I still want to."

"Okay." Eren reached for the condom wrapper again and opened it, pulling the condom out. "Gotta make sure it's the right way." He talked you through his actions, flipping the condom before settling on the correct side. "I'm pinching the top so there's no air." He explained as he rolled the condom on. "You should double check these things whenever you hook up with a guy."

"Okay." You let out a deep breath.

"Please tell me if you're uncomfortable." Eren asked of you as he lined himself up with you. Feeling his tip prodding at your entrance was enough to have the reality of the situation hit you.

"Okay." You nodded.

"And tell me if you need a break." He added, slowly sliding his tip through your slit.

"Okay." You hummed.

"Just, keep talking to me. I don't want you freaking out in your head." He finalised, placing a hand on your inner thigh and spreading your leg further.

"Okay." You squeaked.

"Say something other than okay for me." Eren looked at you with furrowed eyebrows.

“I’m ready." You smiled. "And I'm so glad you're my first."

"…Fuck." Eren let out a groan before shuffling his hips to be impossibly closer to yours. You had just cut his patience in half with your words. "I'll be as gentle as I can." He spoke to you while also reassuring himself out loud. Seeing you below him, legs spread with a pleading face only made the reality of what he was doing hit him. He was the first person to ever see you like that and that thought drove him insane.

"Ok-ah!" You barely had a chance to get your words out before you felt Eren's tip begin to enter you. He moved slowly yet, the stretch hit you instantly. Squeezing your eyes shut, you reached for Eren's thighs, clawing the skin until your nails created crescent indents. "Eren-" You opened your eyes once more, looking up at him as if he could do anything.

"I know, I'm sorry, it'll be over soon." Eren stroked your cheek as he pulled his hips back. "Just keep being good for me." He lightly thrusted once again, this time reaching slightly deeper. "Shit, you're tight." Eren sucked his teeth, eyebrows slightly furrowing at the sensation. He tried to push down the dizzying pleasure he was getting from feeling your pussy clamping down on him. It almost made him lightheaded. "Fuck, can you relax for me?"

"I'm trying..." You spoke through gritted teeth, your limbs shaky and your head fuzzy. "It's a lot..." Whimpering, you jutted your bottom lip out.

"I know, I know, Y/n. You're okay." Eren leaned forward, his face inches away from yours as he rocked his hips backwards briefly. He paused, allowing the two of you to catch your breath before thrusting deeper and making you yelp. "Goddamn." He groaned. "Just keep relaxing for me." Eren's voice was deep, heavy and dark. Your stomach briefly fluttered at his words, only creating more heat in your core. The pressure was overwhelming, it was hard to think about anything other than the penetration. So, when Eren dipped his head down to catch your lips, you struggled to kiss back.

Nevertheless, Eren kept moving against you. He began delivering extremely slow, shallow thrusts and kissing you like he had no desire to breathe again. "You're doing so well." His words tickled your lips. You unintentionally moaned against him as he kissed you further. At that, you realised that the pressure was starting to become an afterthought. Whether it was because the pain had started so subside or perhaps the other sensations had started to take over, you weren't sure. All you could do was gasp and cross your arms around Eren's neck.

"It feels weird." You exhaled, resting your forehead against Eren's. Despite the feeling, you didn't want Eren to stop. After all, the act was something so foreign to you that you didn't know what to expect. You had just gone from tensing in pain to swivelling your hips as you tried to get a feel for what was happening to your body. "Feels different."

"Uh huh?" Eren mumbled before bringing his lips down to your neck. He kissed you gently, humming along your skin as he rolled his hips into you. His lips exuded so much heat, you felt your skin begin to burn. But then, the burn travelled away from your neck and down to your torso, your arms, your legs and your feet.

"Oh my.... ohh." You let out a drawn out moan, your eyebrows flying upwards and inwards as you felt a burning tingle fill you up. It was then that the pleasure that you hadn't even realised was creeping up on you had finally hit you. "Oh my god, Eren-"

"That's more like it." Eren lifted himself from your neck and licked the shell of your ear, refusing to pause the movements of his hips at any point. "How do you feel?"

"I- I didn't know- I never knew it would feel like this-" Your abs stuttered as you spoke, your entire body twitching and flinching as you breathed shakily.

"Feel like what?" The smirk on Eren's face didn't make you nervous that time. After all, you could barely think about anything other than the blinding pleasure that Eren's penetration gave you.

"I don't know. Fuck- it feels good." You whined before covering your face with your hands. There was nothing else you could do to handle the pleasure. It was so intense and so repetitive that you couldn't catch a break.

"You're-" Eren started before cutting himself off. He sucked in a breath and let his eyes close as he started to speed up.

"What?" You reached out for his cheek, making his eyes open. "What did you say?"

"Nothing." Eren shook his head, leaning back so that he was upright on his shins.

"Tell me-" You choked on your words at the new angle, eyebrows furrowing as you felt Eren's cock reach so much deeper inside of you. "Please."

Eren's eyes darted from your face to your tits to your pussy and finally back to your face. He held his eye contact with you, face slightly tense as pleasure filled him. "You're cute. Really cute." He nodded as he spoke, eyes trailing along your body before meeting your face again. "You're just- You're perfect." He punctuated his sentence with a deeper roll of his hips, making your eyes widen.

"Oh my god-" Your entire body jolted at the feeling, the sensation in your legs starting to fade. "Please do that again..."

Eren didn't have to be asked twice before he slotted his hands in the divots of your hips and began to recreate his prior movements. His grip on you was rough but, the feeling of Eren holding you still while he grinded into a spot that made you begin to lose yourself was so fucking worth it. "How's this?" Eren asked, despite clearly already knowing the answer.

You were almost frozen, hands finding their way into Eren's sheets as your head laid thrown back against his pillow. Eren held your legs for you, pulling you down to meet him and filling you up with his thick dick. You couldn't describe what you were feeling to yourself, let alone tell Eren. However, he seemed to want to know. "Talk to me, Y/n."

"I can't think-" You squeaked out, an emptiness filling your entire body and pulling your thoughts right out of your head. "Eren, I can't..."

"Want me to stop?" He tilted his head to the side, urging for an answer.

"No no no. Please don't stop." You begged, clearly not thinking through whatever you were saying. It was hard when you felt like your brain was turning to mush after all.

"Fuck." Eren moaned, tossing his head back as he tried his best to keep up his pace for you. "You're so fucking tight. Shit." He moved to grip your tits, kneading the plush and briefly rolling over your nipples.

Your eyebrows twitched from Eren's touch. You felt completely full. Eren's dick felt as if it were practically in your stomach and his hands were all over you. Just hearing the lewd squelch of his hard cock meeting your wet pussy made you tingle. Paired with Eren's sounds of pleasure, you were rapidly filling with heat. "How does it feel for you?"

"What?" Eren looked back down at you, slightly slowing his movements.

"This." You glanced down at his body, taking him all in. "I wanna know what it's like for you."

"Fuck, it’s hard to describe." Eren rushed out, beginning to pick up his pace once again.

You tried your best to keep your eyes open, watching as Eren flushed. His face grew warmer and his expression grew less focused as he loosened up. Seeing him in that way made you hot all over. It was something about being the one to make him feel good that made you reach out for him. "I'm serious."

At that, Eren briefly paused. He leaned in closer to you, resting right over your body so that you would be face to face. And then, he tilted his head to the side. "You really wanna know?"

"Yeah." You bit your bottom lip, your words coming out in a smaller voice than you had intended.

Eren breathed out, chuckling slightly. "You're making me feel really fucking good, Y/n." At that, you tucked your chin into your chest, feeling heat humming in your core. It was an uncontrollable feeling that ended in you clenching involuntarily around Eren's cock. "You like knowing that, huh?"

"What?" You blurted out, turning your face away as you felt the heat of your embarrassment burning your skin.

"You like knowing that you're making me feel as good as you feel, don't you?" Eren reached for your cheek, turning your head to face him.

You opened your mouth for a while, trying to find words to say. However, all you could come up with was an unfinished sentence. "I just- I-"

"It's okay. I’m happy to tell you." The brunette rested his chest against yours, keeping the two of you fully skin to skin as he rolled his hips into you. "You take me so well, squeeze my cock so tight and make me feel so good." He whispered against the skin of your ear before licking it.

"Oh my god, Eren..." You reached for his back, digging into the large expanse as you tilted your head back.

"Is that good?" Eren cooed, his voice vibrating against the skin of your neck before he attached his lips to it.

"Fuck, yes.." Moaning out, you let your eyes flutter shut. "Really good."

"Yeah? Just like that?" Eren slightly sped up his thrusts, his hand caressing your side as he rocked into you.

"I never- I never thought this would feel so good." You whined, grasping onto Eren as much as you could.

"Christ." Eren's voice wavered briefly, his pace growing faster despite his tip rubbing against the same spongey spot inside of you repeatedly. The stimulation only grew more intense the faster his pace became.

The heat that Eren pushed into you made you tingle and quiver. Pleasure had completely taken over you and made your limbs shake. "It's really good, E-Eren." You hadn't even realised how out of breath you were until you started spoke. It was as if your words were being knocked out of you with each thrust Eren gave.

"How good?" Eren raised his head so that he could hold eye contact with you.

"So fucking good!" Your hands clenched into firsts as your eyebrows knitted together and your mouth dropped open. You were in ecstasy, the excessive rubbing along your good spot making you tremble beneath Eren.

And Eren really fucking loved the sight of you. You looked so fucked out, so overwhelmed, so new to everything. He had fully helped you discover pleasure and you were fully crumbling at his actions. It was so fucking sexy.

He had been holding back his orgasm for what felt like the entire duration of the sex. You felt so fucking good, he was on edge for longer than he could comprehend. However, hearing you tell him just how good he was making you feel was sending him over the edge.

It was the fact that you had loosened up so much all at the mercy of his cock. You were spewing out whatever words you could think of and moaning and gasping at the sensations. The effect he had on you was something you had never experienced before and seeing that in real time had Eren's balls draining and shaft filling. "You're gonna make me cum Y/n, holy shit."

His orgasm creeped up on him. It was quiet and careful until he was right on the edge. As much as he wanted to taint you as much as he could by pulling out and painting your entire face and body white, he just couldn't. He couldn't bring himself to pull out of you and feel the isolating cold of the air outside of your pussy.

So, when Eren's orgasm hit, he jerked his hips forward and entered you as deep as he could. "Fuck, I'm cumming." With an uncontrollable moan, he emptied himself into the condom. His entire body unintentionally shifted further forward, desperate to find its way deeper inside of you so he could fuck you for longer. His eyelids fluttered as his cock throbbed and he struggled to still his hips.

But, you took it all. You felt the thick oscillations of Eren's dick inside of you, only making you moan in surprise. The two of you felt so close, so intimate, so exclusive. The hold he had on you as he came was one that temporarily stopped your trembling. He held you in position as he used your pussy to ride out his high, letting out light groans of pleasure as his thrusts slowed to a stop.

And then, you were no longer a virgin.

"I just had sex." You muttered, your eyes heavy and stuck to the ceiling.

Eren laughed at that, still inside of you. "Yeah, congrats." He leaned back so that he was on his knees.

"Was I okay?" You brought your knees together before lifting them to your chest. Despite having been completely vulnerable a few seconds prior, you couldn't help but feel somewhat nervous.

"Seriously?" Eren's eyebrows raised alongside a doubtful expression. And then, he pulled out of you.

"Seriously!" You turned to your side, bringing one hand up to cover your face.

"You were perfect, Y/n." Eren briefly bent over to place a kiss on your cheek.

At that you hummed. It wasn't because you were fully listening however, it was more so to make any noise to cut through your stampede of thoughts. Eren had left the bed at some point during the moment you had spent in your head and had come back with a towel. "Want me to clean you up?"

You hummed again, that time adding a little nod as if it helped you to get out of your head at all. Nevertheless, Eren wiped you down.

"What're you thinking about?" He stared down at you.

"Nothing." You swallowed.

"That's a lie."

"I'm trying to process everything." You attempted to explain your feelings in the best possible way.

"That's normal." Eren nodded gently.

And then, another long moment of silence passed over the two of you. Eren cleaned you up while you stayed with your thoughts. It wasn't until he spoke up once more that you finally looked him in the eye.

"You're not catching feelings, are you?" He asked bluntly.

"What?" Your eyebrows furrowed.

"The rules still stand." Eren iterated.

"So are you gonna kick me out now?" You chewed the inside of your cheek.

"It's not kicking you out if you have a couch to sleep on." Eren tried his best to make your situation seem as optimistic as possible.

"It's a terrible couch." You huffed.

"It was a part of our deal." Eren shrugged.

"I know." You sighed.

Eren crossed his arms over each other, a tired smirk on his face. "You're making this really difficult for me."

"I'm not saying you can't say no. I just... I kinda wanted to sleep here tonight." Pursing your lips, you began to performatively pick at your nails.

And, when you heard Eren sigh, you tried your best to hide your smile. "Just one night."

Beaming, you looked up at the brunette. Upon seeing the strict look on his face, you adjusted your tone. "One night." You repeated, nodding along.

"And if Mikasa finds out, you better take responsibility."

"I will." You nodded once again.

"And you better not catch feelings." Eren warned.

"Mhm." You hummed before lifting Eren's sheets over yourself.

"I'm serious." Eren lightly pulled the sheet down.

TOO SHORT

𐙚!!── possessive ony and his girlfriend

⤷ ❝ {cw: nsfw mentioned, possessive! ony, dirty talk, oral (fem rec), fingering, creampie, angry sex?} ¡! ❞

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

“go change.”

“go where?”

onyankopon didn’t even blink. arms crossed, shoulder against the doorframe, eyes locked on the fur skirt like it owed him money. “you know where. the closet. pick sum’ else.”

“i did pick something else.” you turned back to the mirror, pressing your lips together to set the gloss. “i picked this.”

“pick again.”

“i’m good, thanks.”

“you not leaving in that.”

“watch me.”

his jaw shifted. “i am watching you. that’s the problem. i can see everything and i’m your boyfriend.”

“congratulations.” you clicked the cap back on your gloss and dropped it in your bag. “you have eyes.”

“so does every other man on the street.” his voice sharpened. “that the point? you want them looking?”

you turned around slowly. “excuse me?”

he held your gaze. didn’t repeat himself. didn’t have to.

“are you serious right now?” your voice dropped. “you’re really standing there implying–”

“i’m not implying anything. i’m asking.”

“because normal people with normal boyfriends don’t get asked that.” you laughed, short and humorless. “they get told they look nice and they leave.”

“normal boyfriends don’t have to watch their girl walk out looking like a–” he stopped.

the room temperature felt like it had dropped ten degrees.