#tw:praise

“Such a dirty little slut, trust me too easily to do anything to you huh? What if I just-“Cold, sharp and callused, his fingertips dug into the side of your neck, the feeling in your throat tightening up the base of your neck. Catching you by surprise, your hands shot up to grab at his wrist, tongue hanging out of your mouth in an attempt to allow any amount of air into your lungs. He thrusted up into you, your body shaking on top of him. “So easy for me, how pathetic,” sweat beginning to drip from his forehead. Your moan was low and weak as you clenched around him, remnants of your pleasure slowly beginning to wet Akutagawa’s thighs underneath you.

The two of you both took a breath, chests heaving. Placing a soft kiss to Akutagawa's lips you steadied yourself and began to move again. You were a different lover than Akutagawa was, you were softer, sure of yourself but softer—the calm after the storm. You shuddered as you moved up and down on his length. You tightened around him every time you came down on him, his length filling you up as much as it could. "Feels s'good Ryu.... S'good,' Your voice soft as you stared into his eyes, pupils wide and shimmering, he twitched inside of you, letting the weight of your words and gaze sink in as some of the tension left his body. Close—he was painfully aware of how close the two of you were now, skin touching skin, your chest pressed against his as you rode him, the light breath you let out as you moaned tickled his face. His face buried in the crook of your neck, lightly nipping at your shoulder, his fingers gripped your hips as you moved.

It was an average Friday night, getting home from work just to laze around with your boyfriend until it was time for food. That's how you usually close off your week, just some time for relaxation after the stress of adulting. This time was the same as all the others, except for the fact that while you were trying to cook, your boyfriend had his hand down your shorts.

“Eren, I'm trying to make dinner.” Your complaint went unnoticed by him.

“Ere-en!” you tried to speak again but instead let out something that was more akin to a squeak when he pressed a finger to your clit through your panties.

He pressed his face into your neck, “‘m not in the mood for spaghetti tonight love,” the arm he had around your waist tightened, “’want you.”

You dropped the wooden spoon into the pot, reaching to turn off the stove. He used this as an opportunity to grope your chest through your—his t-shirt that you borrowed.

His nose nuzzled against your head while he begged, “Please, baby.”

You sighed, leaning back into him while he tried to rut his hips into you, his cock already hard and pressing through his sweatpants. “I guess dinner can wait then.”

He nodded, pulling you back and moving to the side so he could press you up against and bend you over the kitchen counter instead of the hot stove. He moved the hand that wasn’t in your shorts down to your hips, tugging at the waistband of said-shorts.

“Well someones eager.” you teased.

“‘Course I am, ‘been wantin’ you all day…” he replied, finally tugging your shorts down. “Been thinkin’ about how much I wanna touch you, n’ how much i’ve been n’ to breed you and fill you up with my cum.”

You felt your face, as well as your cunt heat up. “Haven’t been able to see you as much as I want to recently… ‘need to remind you who owns this pussy,” the fingers on your clit pressed down, starting to rub in small circles, “need to remind you who owns my cock too…”

He placed his lips on your neck, giving you soft kisses before he began to suck and bite roughly, obviously trying to leave marks. His fingers changed pace, starting to rub your clit quicker. You mewled, hips trying to press into his hand for more friction. When he grinded his hips against you, it pressed you more into his fingers, and only made the wet spot forming on your panties grow.

“Eren—fuck, please—please, fuck me.” You begged.

“Now look who’s eager…”

He pulled his fingers away, shoving your pantiws to the floor. And just as he moved his fingers back, when they were just lingering above your clit that was aching to be touched, he pulled them away again. You whined, trying to rub your thighs together to relieve the throbbing.

He smiled at you, almost laughing at how quickly he could turn you into putty in his hands. He moved to his knees now, grabbing into your thighs and spreading them apart so he could crawl in between them and turn around to lean onto the cupboards.

“Let me taste you, baby.” He held onto your hips with both of his hands, urging you to move closer and lower yourself just enough until he was pressing his tongue against your cunt. He kept his hands on your thighs, one moving inward to rub and toy with your clit while he was already practically fucking you with his tongue.

You gripped the counter as hard as you could, crying and begging for more and more. His tongue lapped at your cunt, almost devouring it for everything it was worth. When he was satisfied with the way he made you squirm and cry his name above him, he placed his mouth back on your clit, tongue rolling around while he sucked at it.

You ran your hand through his hair, trying to push his head into you. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me Eren, please!”

Your fingers were wrapped with his brown locks, and you kept tugging and pulling on them while you begged. Finally, he pulled away and looked up to you with your slick glistening on his chin. He moved himself out from between your legs, standing up and caging you against the counter with his arms again.

This time it was your turn to press your ass against his crotch, grinding into him and trying to urge him to just fuck you. He moved one of his hands to your back to push you into the counter, bending you over it in the process as well. “I had to wait all week for you, so now you have to wait for me. It’s only fair, isn’t it baby?”

You whined, squirming and moving your hips around in his grasp. He pushed his sweatpants down to the ground with his boxers, his hoodie coming off next and joining the pile of clothes on the floor. He pulled you up by your shoulders so that he could pull the shirt you were wearing off, pushing your back down to the counter.

“No bra? It’s almost like you were expecting this, hm?” He leaned over you, placing a kiss in between your shoulder blades and tracing a finger gently down your spine. You shivered and flinched in response to him reaching the dip in your lower back, sighing when he removed his hand.

He reached down in between his own legs, grabbing his cock and sliding it in between your thighs. The tip of his dick brushed against your clit when he pressed himself all the way through the small gap in your thighs. He grabbed your hips and started to fuck your thighs as if he was actually inside of you, and it made you cry each time he hit your clit.

He pressed his chest against your back, wrapping his arms around your waist to hold you steady while he humped your thighs. You were really going to cry if you couldn’t get him inside of you soon.

“Eren—Eren please.” you cried, eyes watering from how much you wanted it.

“Please what? You’re gonna have to speak up, doll.”

“Please, please just put it inside of me.”

“It’s gonna take more than that to convince me.”

“Jesus—E-Eren If you don’t i’m gonna cry—I need you! I need you in me right now, please!”

“That so? Well, then… you’ve waited long enough, don’t you think?”

He pulled his cock out from your thighs, grabbing the underside of your knee and moving it up so that your legs were spread apart, making it easier for him to push himself into you. You let out a moan and your cunt squeezed around him while tears spilled from your eyes at the relief of being filled.

Eren began to rock his hips, his cock sliding in and out of you. You were crying repeating “Eren” over and over until he turned your face to press his lips against yours.

He was slow, at first, making sure that each thrust had him buried balls-deep inside of your cunt again. Each cry you let out only made him want to go faster, harder, made him want to fuck you like it was the last thing he’d ever do. He was determined to fuck you stupid this time.

He started to move faster, still trying to be sure to get all the way in. Your moans were mixed with sobs as more tears fell down your face. The sound of his thighs slapping against yours filled the kitchen, along with the cries you were letting out.

“Eren—Eren please—fill me, fuck, fill me with your cum, please!”

“I will baby, I will.”

He brushed a hand over your neck to move your hair and kisses it, muttering sweet praises like “Doing so good for me” and “My pretty baby” into you. The same hand then moved under you to squeeze your chest and toy with the nipple after, pinching and twisting it between his fingers.

He sucked hickeys into your neck, marking what was his. At this point, you were starting to tap out of it, the only thing on your mind being Eren and the way he was still fucking into you and making you bounce on the counter. You were starting to drool, your head drooping onto the counter.

You could feel yourself tightening, and you were becoming more and more sensitive while you felt all of the pleasure pool down at your cunt. You sobbed loudly, “C-Cumming!”

“Good, good—Cum for me, cum for me pretty baby.” Eren squeezed your chest again and kept kissing the back of your neck, making sure to speed up his thrusts and hold your leg up as high as he could.

You almost screamed when you came, squeezing your eyes shut and seeing stars when the pleasure took over and made your whole body shake while you cried, “Eren, Eren, Eren!”

He groaned, only being able to give afew more hard thrusts before he came too, filling your cunt to the brim with his cum and pressing his cock into you as much as he could. Your body shook from the orgasm you had, and you flinched when you felt Eren move his fingers down to your clit. Through your pants, you managed out a confused “huh?”

He started to rub it again, faster than before. You squirmed your hips and whined, letting out more pants while he kept touching you. “Eren—Eren I can’t—ah!” You plead, already feeling your overstimulated cunt tightening around him again.

“Give me one more baby, please—just one more. I know you can.” He moved his fingers faster, kissing your shoulder while you squirmed and mewled. More tears fell down your face, but you were moaning. Moaning from the fact that you were about to cum again even though you already did just minutes before.

“Eren—Eren, Eren!” You kept crying. You could feel yourself coming again, and it felt so good despite the ache in your legs and cunt.

“That’s it sweetheart,” he kissed your head, “so good for me, so good…”

He moved your leg onto the ground slowly, making sure he was holding your waist when he pulled out so you wouldn’t collapse. “Let's go take a shower, love.” He helped you stand, grip tightening, “Then we can finish up dinner and watch a movie, sound good?”

You managed to choke out an exhausted “Yea, sounds good.”