#tw.non con

Eren who is so deeply and passionately in love with you. Eren who loves so intensely that it causes him to become paranoid. Eren who will do anything to make sure you won’t leave him.

You’re the answer to his prayers, like an angel sent from above. From the moment he set his eyes on you, he knew you were the one. And he’d be damned if he ever let you go. You were the type of love people wrote songs about, dedicated their lives to finding, the type of love that can make someone go mad.

You two almost always fuck with a condom. And on the off chance you don’t, the pills you took daily on the dot served as another layer of protection to prevent any accidents. Eren also always went out of the way to buy you a Plan B the morning after. The two of you were both young, still in college. The idea of starting a family was one of the last things on your mind, too many years ahead.

Eren has different plans. He thinks that having a child is one fool-proof way of showing others that you’re taken. He can’t stand the mere thought of some random even attempting to woo you, so if they see your belly nice and round with his baby? No one else would stand a chance. He knows it’s wrong, but what other choice does he have? There’s so many other guys out there that could just waltz into your life and steal you away from right under Eren’s nose. He wants to make sure that never happens.

He also knows that you’d make an excellent mother— so kind, nurturing, loving. You won’t be able to stand raising your own without him by your side, you love him too much. You’ll be forced to need him, which is exactly why he decides to throw away your birth control tabs in the trash one morning while you were sleeping.

His princess deserves only the best, which is exactly why he takes the time to prep you, making sure you’re wet enough to take everything he has to give you. He makes sure that you’re comfortable, propping your bottom up on a plush pillow so he can go deep, just how you like it.

“Hey,” a voice snaps you back to reality. Your gaze shifts to Eren, who slaps the head of his cock against your clit, rubbing tantalizing circles around it one, two, three times before dipping the tip inside your tight hole that’s fluttering with desire. “There you are. Pay attention, alright? Not gonna ask again.”

“Wait, babe. Condom?”

“I’ll pull out.” He says it so quickly and with such conviction that you believe him.

When’s the last time you took your pills again? You can’t remember. Eren managed to distract you every single time your alarm went off to take it. You guess you forgot. You should be fine, right? As long as your boyfriend pulls out.

Eren brings his face close to yours, tendrils of his hair ticking your cheek. He gives you a wide smile before bringing his lips down to meet yours. He slips his tongue into your wet cavern, wanting to savor every single piece of yourself that you offer to him. You find yourself missing the warmth he brings once he pulls away, but not for long. Eren lips find their way to your neck, alternating between sucking and biting harshly on the sensitive skin. Every love bite he paints onto your skin fills him with satisfaction. Just another method of marking what’s his, another way to show others that you belong to him, and only him.

He gives you another kiss before he sheathes himself within you fully. Your back arches off the mattress as you let out a loud moan. He leans down to take one of your nipples into his mouth, tongue swirling around your areola, sucking and biting lightly, hoping to ease any pain you’re feeling before giving the other one the same treatment. 

He starts off slow, his girth dragging along your insides tantalizingly before being sucked back in. He loves seeing you squirm as he fills you. He’s always said that you were perfect for him, that you two were made for each other. That the way your pussy wraps around his member like a glove was just a testament to that statement. 

His pace picks up, sweet gasps and groans falling from his lips as you both get lost in the pleasure. Eren can feel the knot in his abdomen threaten to unravel much sooner than he’d like. He stops suddenly after a particularly rough thrust to prevent himself from finishing too early, his throbbing member resting against the inside of your thigh.

The pause is enough to snap you out of your daze and back bring you back to reality. Your lift your head up to look at him. He meets your gaze, smirking wickedly before ramming back into you suddenly, pace picking up as if he never stopped. Your boyfriend really seems to be pushing it a bit too close this time around. 

“Babe, don’t cum inside m-“ you warn, before being cut off with a deep kiss from Eren that has your mind spinning.

“But you just feel so good, baby. Squeezing me so tight,” he pants, lips brushing against yours. “Makes me want to fill you up.”

You let out a faint gasp. He knows it’s sick, but the fear in your eyes makes him go dizzy. He feels like a predator that’s finally trapped his prey. 

“But—” you try to protest.

“’S makin’ me want to see how pretty your pussy’s gonna look with my cum. Be a good girl and just take it.” He doesn’t falter. “Fuck, I’m so fucking close. I’m gonna fuck a baby into you, I swear I will.” 

“Eren, don’t—“

 A sudden hand wrapped around your throat causes your pleas to die on the tip of your tongue. Eren’s verdant eyes are electrifying, eyebrows drawn together in a mixture of annoyance and pleasure.

“Don’t tell me what to do. I’m doing this for the both of us, so you should learn to be more grateful.”

He continues to fuck into you, his length hitting every spot that makes you feel like you’re slowly ascending to heaven, his pelvis slapping against your clit. His eyes never leave you. He doesn’t want to miss a single second of this. He wants to see you fall apart over and over again because of him. He’s convinced that he’s the only one who can make you feel this good. The lewd sounds of your arousal resonate throughout your shared bedroom. You’re trapped under the heat of Eren’s body. It feels like you’re being consumed— every moan, every gasp, every twitch, every thought, it belongs to him. Eren Jaeger’s laid you out on a silver platter with every intention devouring you whole.

He gives you a fleeting kiss, before lifting your legs and placing them over the expanse of his broad shoulders. The new position somehow causes him to go even deeper. You wince as you feel his member brush against your cervix.

“You’re mine, you got that?” 

All you can do is nod.

He thumbs your clit, expertly rubbing circles in time with his thrusts. The added pressure against your already abused nub has your orbs rolling back into your head, mouth agape as you struggle to form any coherent thought or phrase that could accurately illustrate just how completely fucked out you felt.

“You better fucking cum before I do, or else I won’t let you finish,” you both know it’s an empty threat. He’s always put your pleasure above his. He knows your body like the back of his hand, knows just how to kiss you to leave you breathless but wanting more, knows just what filth to utter to have your mind go blank, knows just how to angle his thrusts to hit that spot that has you seeing stars. He’s memorized every single thing about you to a T. 

It’s times like these, with your bruised lips open slightly as you let out those sweet whines that he loves so much, your slick making a mess on Eren’s torso and the sheets, where he thanks whatever celestial forces there are that granted him this sweet sense of nirvana. He thinks you look utterly perfect, and it’s all because you let him ruin you and piece you back together, again and again. He feels his heart swell just in time with the way your gummy walls clench around him, your arousal dripping down your ass and soiling the sheets, signaling your orgasm.

“God, I love you so much,” he breathes.

You’re too far gone at this point to even respond, babbling nonsensically. That won’t do for Eren. 

“And you love me. Say it,” he snarls, viridian eyes frantically searching yours for confirmation. You nod, mind hazy and tears blurring your vision.

“I love you, Eren,” you manage to say through gasps.

Just that simple phrase is enough to do him in. Those four words hold such a weight that he finds himself climbing to his release rapidly with no promise of respite.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, that’s it. Take it, fucking take my cum,” he punctuates each word with a rough thrust. Your hands fly to his pelvis in one last attempt to have him cum anywhere but inside you, but Eren’s just too strong. He throws his head back, groaning out a string of profanities as he plateaus. He paints your walls white with a copious amount of hot, thick cum. He rides out the last of his orgasm before stilling his hips against yours.

He pulls out carefully, slowly in order to ensure his efforts don’t go to waste. You can feel your lover’s warm seed threaten to spill out of you, muscle still clenching from the aftershocks of your climax.

Eren slaps one large hand over your abused heat, plunging two of his digits inside your sensitive hole before striking you a stern look. “Don’t waste it, princess. We’ll have to start all over again.”

You both knew it was just another empty threat. He’d do it again even if you were good and listened to him. Because once Eren’s decided on something, he’ll make sure it happens.

You don’t know what you did to get their attention. You lived in a nice cozy cabin away from others. That’s all you wanted, a quiet peaceful life.

You didn’t know that two hybrids in the area fell for you, watching your take care of your plants or some strays that would walk by. Truly you are perfect for them!

Ingo had purposely injured himself and laid in your backyard for you to find him and take care of him. He is much calmer than his brother so it was perfect. And you did exactly what he thought you would.

You patched him up and spoke to him so kindly. You are everything they want and more.

You don’t know how long you’ve been stuck in their den, they won’t let you anywhere close to the entrance to see if it’s night or day.

Emmet is the clingiest, he usually stays back to watch over you while his brother gets food. Your legs hurt and feel weak from lack of use. He never lets you out of his coils.

Ingo like providing for you always puffing with pride when he brings home food. You’ve learned to praise him for it unless you want to get hurt again. He didn’t mean to, he just wouldn’t let go of it, and kept tightening his body around you until you apologized and gave him his praise.

But lately tensions have been high. You aren’t sure why but you’re taking every chance to stretch your legs. The air feels thick and heavy, fills with too much emotion to decipher.

It started off as little jabs at each other. The two brothers who worked in sync, now don’t stand each other.

It all started when Ingo came back from getting food to find Emmet all over you, cooing at you. Your lips were kissed bruised, a few bites littering your neck.

“Just what do you think you’re doing?”

Emmet looks away from you towards his brother with a scowl.

“Well I’m trying to mate with my darling, before you so rudely interrupted.” The younger twin huffs.

“Your darling!? Excuse you that’s my dearest you’re talking about.” Ingo hisses out.

Within seconds Emmet had let go of and was in front of his brother. The two stare the other down, low puffs and hisses echoing in the den.

You look between the two large snake hybrids, the glares the give the other are venomous, despite them being pythons.

Their lower snake halves are subtly bunching up, ready to lunge at the other. With neither backing down it was only seconds before they attack.

In the blink of an eye Emmet struck, almost taking Ingo to the ground, heavy tails thumping against the ground for stability, fists flying and insults spewing.

This is the perfect time to run, and that’s exactly what you do, making sure to stay quiet sneaking around them. You don’t want to get their attention.

Once you were far enough away and closer to the exit you bolted, your muscles are still a little sore but nothing is stopping you from escaping them now.

Luckily for you, you had a head start, the twins only noticed you were missing when Ingo finally pinned Emmet. He looked around to see if you were watching him win for you only panic to see you weren’t there.

“Their gone!”

Emmet glares at his sibling before looking around and seeing he was right. The two moved to find you just as quickly as their fight.

Very faintly you can hear Ingo calling for you, but you can’t hear Emmet. You have ti think this through, Ingo will make himself known, Emmet however is a lot more aggressive, so he will be the one you look out for the most.

You don’t know where you are at all, a part of you thinks you should just head back, but you aren’t even sure which way is back. You’re lost with two large and quick hybrids hunting you.

You can hear frantic movement getting closer before you dive into a hollowed out tree.

“Dearest! My dearest where are you? It’s dangerous out here! Oh my poor little mate.” From his booming calls to his voice, Ingo sounds like he’s on the verge of tears.

With more sounds you hear the other one.

“I know what they are doing! It’s all a test, of course! They saw us fighting, and didn’t want us to hurt each other, so whoever catches them obviously gets mating rights first!” Emmet cheers like he solved the puzzle.

The older twin sighs “while I’m glad we have such a thoughtful mate, I’m worried, the forest is dangers and they could get hurt!”

“Yes that’s part of the test! Don’t you get it? Thought you were the smart one, verrry unlike you.”

“Whatever, let’s just hurry up and find them, the sooner we do the sooner we can go home.”

You hear them slither off. You wait a couple of minutes before coming out of hiding, looking around to make sure you’re in the clear.

Taking off in the opposite direction you look around once more. Everything looks the same, how the hell can anyone found their way around this place?

You didn’t have to think that for long when arms wrap around you, with a different shades brown tail swiftly coiling around you.

“Oh dearest! Thank goodness I finally found you.” No matter how much your struggle to get out of Ingo’s hold, his grip only tightens.

“While I am very flattered you love us so much you don’t want us fighting, this was still very bad for you to do! What if you had gotten hurt? Or worse!” The large man cries. Nuzzling his face into your still bruised neck.

“Oh, you must be tired, we can stay here until you feel well enough.”

He doesn’t seem to notice your panicked expression of struggling, he pays no mind to all your thrashing , if you can even call it that. His grip is so tight around you, you can’t move at all.

Ingo places gentle kisses along the column of your throat. He pauses, taking a inhale of your scent, his body shudders before he pulls away.

“My deepest apologies, our heats are extremely close, mating season just around the corner. And your scent is…so intoxicating.”

Dread pools in your stomach, you look at his blissed out face in horror. They can’t expect you to let them do such a thing, they’ve already taken you away from your life, your home, everything! How do they even-

“You’re so prefect.” He licks a stripe up your neck “and taste so good.” The large hybrid lets out a loud rumbling sound “my perfect mate.”

It was like he was trying to fuse with you, with how much he pressed his upper half against you.

“I love you, so much! I’m so happy you’re coming around to loving us too. I can’t wait to breed you and start a family.” You shudder at his words.

You aren’t sure if it’s out of fear, disgust, or excitement, maybe all three. Have they worn you down this much? It can’t be.

Ingo groans against your kiss, his lips slowly working their way up your neck and towards your own. You can feel him rubbing himself against you, his dual cocks sliding out and grind against your clothed sex.

“I’m sorry, out in the open like this is no place to properly mate you, I wanted our first time to be more special than out here.” The older twin pants.

He’s trembling, fighting against the urge to just take you here on the forest floor. This is what you wanted though, right? To make him and his brother chase you to determine who mates you first.

He wants to, your scent is surrounding him. He’s addicted and he hasn’t fully tasted you yet.

Ingo was just about to kiss you when a frustrated yell caught you two off guard. Emmet stands a few yards away, pouting at his loss.

“Really!? You had to win? That’s bullshit!” The younger twin hissed.

“I won fair in square, you’ll have your turn later. After all, our dearest went through all this trouble just to make sure we don’t fight, are you really about to ruin their hard work?”

Emmet growls before huffing and turning away.

“Well hurry up then! I want to have my go.”

“W-wait! Can’t we go back to the den?” You knew with both of them here, and fully focused you couldn’t escape. But you didn’t want to be out in the open like this. Though you hope if you can get them to go back you can slip away again.

“You had us chase you just to want to go back?”

“You made it quite a ways away from the den, I’m impressed you got so far. But if that’s what you want.” Ingo’s coils started to loosen.

“But we are quite a ways away from the den, and they already smell sooo good!”

Your eyes widen at Emmet’s words, he’s like a devil on the shoulder.

The younger hybrid coos over you “our sweet darling let us chase them all the way out here, they probably expected to be fucked to the ground.”

“Emmet! That’s no way to speak of our mate!” Despite his words, Ingo’s face is coated in a light blush.

Though Ingo knew his brother had a point.

You knew you lost this battle when you felt the cocks hidden against you throb. His shimmering silver eyes glow in the moonlight, filled with unspoken desire.

The two looming figures seal your fate on the forest floor.

So no matter how tiring it can get to please and keep Bokuto his usual jolly self, the team was always willing to let a few things slide. Be it skipping a family trip so Akaashi can tutor him before exams or Konoha helping him out with homeworks or projects. Or even sharing Komi's lunch when Bo's own wasn't satisfactory for him, or Saru looking the other way when Bokuto borrows his manga and forgets to return them or worse, returns them all frayed and tattered. (Because everyone knows Bokuto stuffs anything in his bag and doesn't care for umbrellas.) Even Washio gave up his quiet weekends to come over and hangout when Bokuto invites them over.

This also applied to the Fukurodani managers. Something that everyone, Yukie and Kaori especially, seems to have neglected to tell you when you became a manager as a last minute attempt to pull your grades up with extra curriculars beginning of your third year. You weren't particularly interested in anything before. But all your friends' talk of resumes and college over the summer convinced you that you needed to at least make your application forms less... normal. Thankfully, you were friends with the captain of the girls' VBC team. They didn't have an opening, but she had connections inside the boys' team. So here you were.

At first, you couldn't help but want to please everyone. It was hard to fit in. Especially that everyone seemed to be aware you've joined for selfish reasons. But as the days went by, you couldn't help but be drawn to their passion and closeness. You wanted to be a part of this. You've never really been a part of anything before. This was the first time you've ever stepped out of the shadows and want to belong in a group. You had friends, sure. But it was just more or less because you've grown up with them. But seeing them everyday, working so hard and never letting up, touched your heart. the wins, gave you a high you've never ever experienced before. It was addicting.

So you did your best. You tried to become more assertive and volunteered for more tasks, usually ending up being the last to leave. You tried so hard to socialize with the scary big guys. You were always there to lend Yukie and Kaori a hand for anything. Dirty, sweaty, smelly towels need laundering and ice runs to the nearest convenience store? You were on it!

Slowly, they started to accept you. It started with Bokuto asking if you wanted to have ramen with them after practice. Your heart soared. You knew how big of a deal Bokuto's approval would be, since he was the captain. But you knew that it was Akaashi's approval that would seal the deal. Bokuto was no doubt the heart of the team but he was the soul. If Akaashi accepts you, everything would be smooth sailing! The thing is, he hadn't shown anything but civil politeness since you came around. It had put a damper on things. But that day when you looked over to him, he nods slightly and you beam. You were finally becoming accepted into their fold.

You focus into paying more attention on the captain since then. Making Bokuto happy seemed to get you on everyone's good graces, most especially Akaashi's. It wasn't hard not to want to anyway. Bokuto's so chirpy and happy all the time that you could see why everyone wanted to keep him that way. His small tantrums and slumps were still cute and endearing to you. So cheering him on and making him smile again seemed easier than everyone else thought. It was always worth it when he makes his comebacks.

But because you were new, you didn't know what the rest of the team can see.

You didn't seem to be too fazed when Bokuto became closer to you and touched you more often. In fact, you seemed like you enjoyed his attention. So they were pretty sure you wouldn't mind this.

Bokuto's hands are rough and too forceful as he groped and squeezed your breasts. His tongue on your ear was hot and insistent. His cock was hard and too big but your pussy was wet enough to accommodate him. In fact, each thrust made you wetter. He was good at what he was doing, obviously. Not that you had any way to compare. You're a virgin after all. Were, anyway.

You've never felt so full before. Your fingers couldn't compare to the real thing. It had been painful at first but Bokuto didn't falter in his pace and it started to feel good. Too good in fact that he's already made you cum once in a short amount of time. It was almost embarrassing if you hadn't been so horrified at what was happening..

You didn't want this. You'd only come to console him from not getting that last point. He'd seemed so bummed out. You guys still won, right? Wasn't that the point? You were wrong, apparently.

He'd grabbed you, angry you didn't get it. Angry that you'd make him angry like this when he's been nice to you this entire time. Angry that you're actually as stupid as you looked. Angry that you weren't doing your job. You should've sucked on his cock right away, on your knees. Just like the other managers did. Didn't you know that's what you have to do after every game? Isn't that why you were here? Didn't you know anything you stupid cunt? Weren't you trying so hard to be a good little manager for them?

And the team? The team ignored it. Looked away like nothing unusual was happening. Went to shower and got dressed like their captain wasn't raping you in the middle of the locker room. As if he hadn't torn off your clothes like a madman and took your virginity against the cold lockers. As if he wasn't ruthlessly pounding into you all his frustrations.

It felt like it wouldn't end. It felt like the world didn't exist anymore as you tried to hold onto your sanity.

When Kaoru knocked and said that the bus was about to leave and if anyone has seen you, Akaashi simply said, "Bokuto needs a few minutes."

It was met with a silence that makes you realize he had been doing this to them too. So he hadn't just been saying it. You are actually expected to let Bokuto fuck you after games, like a 'good little manager' would do.

There was only silence as the rest of the team filed out of the locker room if not for the fact that everyone could hear Bokuto's grunts as he stuffed your pussy and your choked panting. The squelch between your thighs seemed louder too.

Were they really just going to leave you like this?

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"You're lucky we won," Akaashi quietly says to you later, when you've finally managed to get out of the bus after everyone else had. "It could have been worse."

He stood waiting at a corner for you. You couldn't bring yourself to be scared. Or to be angry. All you felt was the ache between your thighs and the soreness of your breasts and neck where the captain had bit and sucked you to his satisfaction. You were still shaky and cold even as you wore the jacket Bokuto had so graciously thrown your way after emptying himself inside you, looking more cheerful and much like his usual self.

He had grinned and patted your head, like a big brother would do, saying you did a good job as a manager and how sad it had been that you weren't a manager all this time. And that he couldn't wait for the next time you could do that with him again.

It had brought a chill through you that hadn't left since.

You looked away from Akaashi's impassive face. Was he going to threaten you into silence? The entire team was in on it. No one would believe you even if you screamed it to the world. What more did he want? Was he like Bokuto? Did he force himself on unsuspecting managers too?

You felt the sticky mess drip from inside you and bit at your lip. You'd washed when Bokuto left. But there was simply too much of it. You hadn't been able to find your underwear either. Bokuto might have kept them, you weren't sure. But you were sure your PE pants were soiled inside right now. You felt so disgusting.

"See you tomorrow." It seemed like an innocent good bye. But it felt like a threat to you. The words rang in your ear as Akaashi walked away.

Another chill went through you, this time, enough to shock you back into action.

As silently as you could, you used the key to the gym to let yourself in. A copy they'd just recently bestowed upon you for becoming trustworthy. You had all celebrated with popsicles and meat buns. You had been so happy you couldn't sleep all night, so excited for the next day. The memory made you sick now.

You were leaving. And you were never coming back. You just needed your things. They were all gone anyway. It should be safe. It should be fine.

But you realize you're wrong again when you find Bokuto coming out of the men's locker room, freshly out of the bath and wearing his uniform.

"Hey, hey, hey, what's this?" A leering smile slowly appeared on his face. He was clearly pleased to see you. It might have looked cute. But in the cover of darkness, it made the hair on the back of your neck stand up and your rntire body to stiffen. "Couldn't get enough? Come for more, babe? Gotta say, during the first time Yukie and Kaori couldn't rally right away. I knew I liked you for a reason."

He opens his arms. It was clearly supposed to be a welcoming gesture. But it only made you feel like the entire gym's temperature had dropped.