Pairing: Levi Ackerman x Female Cadet Characters: Rating:NSFW Content: Bondage, blindfolding, knife play, masochistic behaviour, blood play, themes of BDSM, face slapping, choking, degradation, dacryphiliaaaaaa
Finally writing about my husband! Ugh I love him. I would PAY this man to slap me in the face holy shit.
WARNING!!! This is one of my more intense posts. Please be wary, this post involves cutting of a knife and being burnt. It features a lot of harm from Levi so if you are uncomfortable with that please do not continue reading. He. is. mean. to. you. That’s how I write him, so keep that in mind.
“Levi with all due respect this is the absolute worst.” Now you’ve done it. You just had to open your big mouth and argue against your captain. Sure, he was being a bit unfair but you’re a cadet! You have no place to argue against his orders. The rest of the squad looks at you, their eyes as wide as saucers as they watch on to see what Levi will bring upon you as punishment. But, it’s quiet. A bit too quiet for your liking, he simply inhales deeply and shuts his eyes. “Come to my quarters tonight.” His voice that sort of quiet that is chilling to the bone. Even Mikasa is intimidated by it. Granted, she’s younger than you but definitely one of the fiercest on the squad. You gulp loudly as a bead of cold sweat drips down your neck. Yeah… now you’ve really done it. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Hesitantly, your feet drag towards that hallway which held your fate. Who knows what the captain has in store for you. The thought of it makes you shiver as you reach his door at the very end of the corridor. “Come in, cadet.” Your knuckles hadn’t even touched the wood when his voice echoed from the other side of the door. You’d be lying if you said that the sudden sound of his voice didn’t make you slightly jump. Your fingers wrap around the cold handle, striking goosebumps over your arms. As you open the door, your eyes spot Levi sitting at a desk directly across from the entrance. “Closer.” He barely tears his attention away from the scattered papers. You fiddle with your fingertips and step further towards his desk where he finally looks up and stops writing. His harsh eyes seem to pierce right through to your soul. You shift the weight on your feet and glance around the room, trying to avoid eye contact.
“Care to explain what that was earlier?” He sits back and cocks an eyebrow, waiting for your answer. “Not only did you talk back but you also didn’t even care to acknowledge me as your captain.” All you can really do to answer back is mumble incoherently under your breath, obviously regretting your actions. “Speak up, cadet.” His intimidating voice sent a shock down your spine. He was now standing, obviously growing impatient. You muster up all of your courage to look up at him. “I apologise, Captain. I was completely out of line.” You pray for him to accept it and let you go. Any moment spent stuck in this room with him was laced with pure anxiety. “Yes. You were. This isn’t even the first occasion too. How much longer do you think you’ll get away with these childish games?” He steps further towards you, leaning against his deck with his arms crossed. You mumble once more causing Levi to scoff. “Did I not tell you to speak up?” He asks, his hand tangling into your hair and giving it a slight tug to tilt your head back and present your neck. A move to show that you’re completely vulnerable to him. “Yes sir.” You squeak. Not expecting his sudden movements at all. The tiny pull against you hair takes you back to nights alone with a certain other cadet, your cheeks flush red at the memory. “Why so timid now? You clearly weren’t afraid to speak up earlier.” He pulls harder earning a quiet gasp. Levi steps back and lets go. “You enjoying this, cadet?” His tone is almost accusing rather than questioning. You’re at a complete loss for words. Embarrassed that you really did that in front of your captain. You eyes trail down his figure, stopping at his noticeable semi, it even appears that he takes notice of your wanding attention. “Seems you’re not learning at all.” He barely gives you any time to react to his words before he grips your wrist and drags you over to his bed in the corner, throwing you harshly.
“What are you-!” “Shut up.” He slips his belt off with an intimidating ease and wraps it around your wrists, tying you to the bed frame. You wriggle to try and slip free, ultimately failing. “Captain! I’m sorry!” He huffs tiredly and pulls a slim piece of fabric out of his nightstand. Much to your surprise, he ties it around your head, covering your eyes from seeing anything. “You need to learn. It seems a stern few words aren’t gonna work against you.” With the loss of your sight, you whimper. Relying purely on the dull sounds of his movements around the room. The familiar unsheathing of his sword throws you into a panic. “Wait wait wait! Captain please-!” The tip of the blade touches your hip, specifically where your shirt ends. In one swift movements, the swords runs right up the middle, cutting off all the buttons and exposing your chest to him. You tremble, feeling a slight cut against the skin over your ribs. His warm hand grazes over one of your hips as he inhales deeply. “Completely bare. Safe to assume it’s the same down here?” He asks, perching the blade against the hem of your pants. No warning, he cuts it open as well, narrowly avoiding causing further damage to your skin. It’s just as he assumed, completely bare for presentation. You barely know what to make of it all. The cool air blows against your already icy skin. “Sir-” “I told you to shut up. That’s an order.” A familiar scent of tobacco fills the room. The potent smell invades your nose, letting you know he was smoking. “Honestly, cadet. You get away with everything. Why do you think that is?” He takes another drag and blows the smoke into your unsuspecting face. You cough back against the cloud. “It’s because you’re a brat. Not to mention cute. You think you can bat your eyelashes and get away with murder. No. This punishment was always going to happen one way or another.” He sounds almost confident in his words, as if he had been studying your behaviour. He smiles maliciously, brushing your hair behind your ears. “So don’t blame anyone else but yourself for everything that happens next.” An overwhelming burning sensation erupts onto your collarbone, leaving you to thrash against your binds and cry out in pain. It’s briefly taken away before placed back down beside the first burn. Over and over until the heat started to cool down and wouldn’t leave any more marks. You whimper and bite your bottom lip, trying not to let your tears fall from underneath the blindfold. Levi’s hand reaches up and softly holds your cheek, his actions the complete opposite of what he just did. “Such pretty marks. I’ll show you.” he slips the fabric off and throws it back on his nightstand. It takes a moment for your watering eyes to adjust back to the light but once you look down, you notice obvious burns from a cigarette scattered across your chest. They were rather pretty, to a masochist that is.
“Now, what I do next… you can’t look away from.” He warns while walking back over to his desk where he fetches a small knife. “I want you to watch what happens when you act out of line.” Levi climbs onto the bed and wraps your legs around his waist to sit between them. As much as you want to, you can’t seem to tear your eyes away from his hand that holds the knife, unsure as to what he was planning. At an almost teasingly slow pace, he presses the blade against your hip, just barely breaking the skin. “A bitch needs to have her owners name on them, perhaps it’ll teach them to behave.” He smirks, forcing the blade further into your flesh and dragging it down. You shriek at the sensation, barely able to hold back from crying. You legs wrap tighter around from him, trying to tell him that it hurts too much. “Captain-” His hand strikes against your cheek, leaving you dumbfounded. “Seems the bitch can’t even obey orders. Shame.” With your eyes peering down, you notice he’s cut the shape of an L into your hip. Almost your whole body aches. Your cheek from the slap, your chest from the burns and now your hip as he begins to carve the E. Tears roll down your cheeks and land onto the mattress below. “Crying, cadet? How pathetic.” His hand covered in your dripping blood wraps around your neck, cutting off most of your air yet not enough for you to pass out. “Whose fault is this? Answer me.” He growls, finishing off the V. “Mine!” You hiss, trying not to use up the only air that you can get. ‘Good girl. Seems someone’s learning.” Purely out of satisfaction from your answer, he makes the final letter significantly faster than the last three. He had only dragged it out to be agonising because you had simply refused to acknowledge your fault. You blood trickles down, staining the sheets below. His name now carved into your hip, you whimper at the stinging that doesn’t appear to be easing up any time soon.
Levi stands to his feet and unbinds your hands. You look up at him with confusion. Isn’t he going to… you know? His eyes don’t even consider glancing down to you, he simply turns and sits back at his desk. Almost as if he were ignoring what just happened. You sit up slowly, still unsure as to what happens now. “Uh… Captain?” “You’re excused cadet. Go clean yourself up. I expect you to listen to orders from now on.” What the fuck? You tediously step off the bed and hold your ripped shirt shut. Was that really it? Your feet carry you back towards the door that seemed so frightening not too long ago. “Oh and cadet?” You glance back at him, not expected to hear anything else. “You are to meet me at my quarters after every training. It seems you haven’t learnt at all.” You nod your head and turn your back to him. A slight smile creeping on your lips. So he has a plan for you after all…
__________________________________________________________________ Sorry for the short post teehee I’ll be posting one where he actually does the sexy times but I just wanted to write this scenario because BARK BARK WOOF brand me Levi
Pairing: Eren Jaeger x Female Scout Reader Characters: Eren Jaeger, Hange Zoë Rating: NSFW Content: Voyeurism, overpowering/manhandling, choking, knife play, edging, creampie, crying, he do be kinda rough doe O_O
Okay so y’all know how much I simp for Levi but Eren be hitting kinda different lately. Also while finishing writing this I was drunk again so like sorry if it makes no sense
This is set in the Season 4 time where Eren is 19. Also don’t worry! There are no spoilers for the final season in here :) but there may be some spoilers for the other 3 seasons so please be cautious if you haven’t caught up! Also this one is also lowkey a bit dark, Eren’s a manipulative little shit who also slightly cuts you with a blade, but he knows your limits and will stop if you want!
For context: Eren has been locked up in a cell and you’ve requested to speak with him
You never liked the lower level of the building. It’s always been so dark and cold, somewhere you never thought you’d willingly go to. “If I may, why is it you wanna see Eren again?” Hange asks, spinning a key around on their slim fingers. Your keep your eyes to the ground, watching as you take those last few steps down the poorly built, stone staircase. “Figured I should check up on him. It’s been a while and I really haven’t had much time alone with him since…” Your mind takes you back to the days that felt just that little more simpler. When it was just standing on the wall and watching for titans that may try and breach, the thought of traitors far from anyone’s mind. “Well… it’s been a few years I can tell you that.” You chuckle to yourself. Hange flashes you a sympathetic smile as you reach the wooden door that connects to the room of cells. “I can’t really say for certain but who knows, maybe he’ll be happy there’s someone to come see him.” They push open the door. Your feet carry you to the very last cell, the one you knew Eren would be held in. Now only being the time where you look up. Your eyes catch against his strident green, intense, cold enough to make you step back.
“Eren.” You exhale, glancing down at his figure. Since you saw him last he’s grown exponentially. His body seems slimmer and his hair now long and tied back into a half-bun. You curse yourself for looking just that little bit longer at his exposed upper-half. Hange stands by your side, giving him a slight warning through their eyes to behave. You peep at the key still held between their fingers. “Hange–?” You bite your thumb nail, wondering whether or not you should ask. “Could I please step inside?” Hange seems taken aback, mumbling something about dangerous prisoners. Yet, they hesitantly agree. Eren’s eyes have never left your face almost as if he were studying it, trying to memorise every little feature. You smile warmly at Hange, thanking them for being so lenient. With one click of the lock, the metal door swings open. Creaking in its old age. You take a deep breath before stepping inside.
“I’ll let you speak privately, if you need me please call out, Y/N.” Hange announces before taking their leave. Here you stand, face-to-face with Eren Jeager. You look around the cell, fairly bigger than what you expected. A rotted looking sink stands against the wall to your left with a sorry excuse for a bed on the right. “What do you want.” His voice made it out as a question but his face was that of one who didn’t care for an answer. You walk past him and sit against the far wall. “Is it so awful to want to see a friend?” You ask as you watch him slowly make his way over to you. “Is that what we are?” He crouches down in front of you, balancing on the tips of his feet. “Friends?” There was something sinister about his words, one that you had never heard before. Sure, there was angry Eren but this was something new entirely. “Call it what you may, I wanted to come see you.” You say, raising an eyebrow. Eren laughs coldly. “How noble of you.” He tilts his head, the loose hairs around his face falling to the side. “I see you’re still as stubborn as ever.” You spit back, slightly surprised at yourself for becoming so defensive. Eren stands to his feet. “I never asked you to come here.” He states, venom dripping from his words. “Oh so you like being alone here with no one to talk to. My mistake.” You huff, annoyed that he won’t even make the effort to hold a conversation. “Yeah. Your mistake.” His words make you scoff yet he pays no mind to you. He just simply stares into the mirror above the sink. “You know what–” You throw your hands on your hips. “Fuck you, Eren. You may be a founding fucking titan or whatever but that doesn’t mean I have to put up with your shit.” You huff angrily before stomping over to the cell door. “Han–” Your call for Hange is swiftly cut off by Eren’s hand over your mouth.
Eren stands with his back pressed to yours, his free hand just barely grazing over your hip. “Nice to see you still have that fire to you.” He whispers in your ear. The hairs on your arms stand on end. You throw your head to the side, removing your mouth from his hand. “Get the fuck off of me, asshole. You had your shot to play nice.” Eren chuckles to himself. “You really think I’m trying to play nice?” A chill runs down your spine. “Tell me… you still keep a knife strapped to your thigh?” You feel the cool metal of a blade tip perched beneath your chin, unable to comprehend when he even grabbed it. “Extra protection. Seems I let my guard down.” You exhale, working double-time to think of ways you can get out safely. Eren grazes his fingertips over the wraps of leather on your thigh. “Seems so.” He presses the knife deeper against your skin, still not hard enough to break through. Your head tilts back onto his shoulder, avoiding being cut. “Alright alright what is it you want Eren.” You scoff, wondering whether or not he was wanting something out of you. “Oh…?” He pauses as his hand trails further up to your hip. “What happened to ‘fuck you’?” He asks, mocking your angry tone. “Unless you meant that as a request.” Eren’s lips graze over your exposed neck. His hot breath makes you shiver. “Get the hell off of me.” You command through clenched teeth. Eren seems unfazed, keeping you pressed against his muscular body. “Why did you really come here?” He asks, now connecting his lips to the sweet spot on your neck. “I already t-told you.” You words shake at his contrasting actions. The soft kisses but knife still pressed to your chin. “Eren this isn’t funny.” You whine, dropping your defensive state.
“Never said it was.” His free hand reaches up to your chest making no hesitation to grope at you. Eren slips his knee between your legs, keeping you held up against the cell bars. You resist the urge to rock your hips against him, not wanting to give in to his sadistic nature. “What’s wrong? You were so quick to cuss me out before and not your lips are sealed shut.” You know that if you were to open your mouth you’d slip out a sound you don’t dare for him to hear. “Sh-shut up.” He presses the knife harder against your skin, causing you to wince. You feel the tip of blade pierce into your flesh. A shiver runs down your back with a sensation completely foreign to your body. Sure, you’ve been hurt in battle, but this is something different entirely. Eren takes notice of the small stream of blood trickling down your neck. With your eyes still intensely watching him, he licks the blade clean before grazing it up your thigh. With no stress on your neck, you let your head hang back down. “Oh no you fucking don’t.” Eren hisses before choking you with his free hand. You throw your head back onto his shoulder, gasping for air. The trail of blood from your neck soaks into your shirt collar, staining it a bright red.
The blade slowly travels from your thigh to your crotch. You shudder at the sensation through your pants, almost aching for stimulation. Your hips rock forward against it. Eren snickers at your desperation. “So that’s what you want huh?” He tears the seam of your pants with the knife, leaving you completely exposed. The cool metal taps gently against your clit. You gasp for air due to both disbelief and his hand still wrapped around your neck. With his saliva still coated against the sharpened tip, he rubs the blade against you, almost as if he were using it to replace fingers. A groan echoes from the back of your throat, your eyes water at the pleasure. “P-please Eren–” You whisper breathily, gripping his working wrist with both hands. “Don’t- don’t stop.” You scream at yourself internally for giving in to your masochistic side, but it just feels too good. “How cute. Gonna come against your own blade?” He teases, rubbing it faster against you. Your back arches off of him with your head still resting on his shoulder. “Eren–!” You gasp, vastly approaching an orgasm that you hadn’t expected to have. One of your hands abandons his wrist to grip the back of his neck, digging your nails into his skin. Eren laughs lowly. His chest rumbles against your back. “Keep saying my name like that.” He whispers into your ear. “E-echoes down here, don’t w-want Hange to hear.” You whine, already feeling your muscles slight spasms through your build-up. He inhales deeply. “Alright then.” Just as you veer over the edge, Eren takes away the blade. Denying you of your orgasm.
You eyes dart up to his, desperation made painfully clear as you look at his with furrowed brows. “Eren what the fu–” “You’re the one who said you didn’t want them to hear.” He smirks. You catch your tongue between your teeth, frustrated at his deliberate obedience. “I just… I meant…” “Meant what?” He asks, returning his lips to your neck. Your cheeks flush to a bright red, embarrassed that you let yourself fall to his mercy so easily. “Aww what’s wrong?” Eren cooes, tilting your head up and forcing you to look back into his eyes. Your lips just barely grazing his. “You wanna come that badly?” You whimper, letting your hips urge forward towards his wrist that still hung right by your thigh. Even though you say no words, he understands completely. The blade swiftly returns back to your clit, the icy feel once again taking you by surprise. You knees start to give out but Eren is quick to hook one over his arm, spreading yourself further out on display. Your eyes dart down to his actions. It all appears so sadistically enchanting. With Eren whispering viciously degrading words in your ear, it takes even less time to return back to the build-up you had craved. Your moans turn to whines of approval as you grow all the more closer. So close. You just need that little bit more. Eren chuckles deeply removing the blade. A sound that could only come close to a growl escapes from your mouth. “Patience.” He smiles maliciously. The blade returns, your body jolts at the sudden stimulation from your edging. You seem to pick up right from where you were, just at the edge.
Eren repeats edging you over and over again. You fight back the tears of desperation welling in your eyes. It feels as if a singular touch could send you to your climax. Eren raises the blade and brings it down onto your clit, smacking you with the side of the knife. Just as suspected, you fall to the ground. Your muscles spasming through your orgasm that feels twice as intense as usual. Eren looks down at you with a shit-eating grin. “Like being smacked that much?” He teases. With your body still trembling, you look up into his eyes. “F-fuck you.” Your whiney and breathy tone seems to make him laugh. “Maybe if you ask nicely.” He titters, squatting back down to your level. His natural musk fills your nose sending your eyes rolling back as you flutter your eyelashes. Erens thumb rests on your chin. “Seems it won’t take too much convincing.” You slap his hand away and stand to your feet as best as possibly with shaking legs. His slick smile sets ablaze a fiery anger to your chest. “What’re you smirking at?” You huff, gripping the bars of the cell door for balance. With his eyes still fixated on yours, he licks the blade clean once more. You feel that familiar electricity of arousal stir in your core as he slowly steps towards you, caging you in by gripping the bars by your head. Eren dips his head down, lips brushing over your own. His slight breaths fan against your top lip. It’s too much to handle. There’s something animalistic within you that needs him to take you right there. You slightly scold yourself all the while unable to think about anything else. His harsh green eyes pierce right into your soul before he takes a breath. One of his hands hooking his thumb in the hem of his pants. “Beg or I won’t do it.” You trail your hand up his bare chest and rub yourself against his hardened crotch. “Please, Eren…” You whimper, tugging his pants down for him. ~~~~~ Eren slips between your legs, the tip of his cock hovering by your entrance. You whimper in anticipation. He pushes himself inside, leaving no time for you to adjust to him. You gasp at the sudden sensation. His cock stretching you out more than you’ve ever felt before. Your legs almost give out but he hooks his arms under your knees and holds you in the air, forcing you to bounce on him. You utterly fail to keep yourself from moaning. Your mind going completely blank from anything that isn’t how badly you want him. You hands snake to the back of his neck, desperate to hold on to something. “I’ve barely even fucked you and you’re already this needy?” He scoffs, making you to bounce faster as he thrusts up. The overwhelming pressure in your hips forces you to whine, his size was one you hadn’t anticipated in the slightest. As Eren whispers dirty praises in your ear, you tighten around him. “Come on, pretty girl. I wanna watch you fall apart.” He hums before biting down on your neck and carrying you over towards the sink where he watches you through the mirror. You don’t know if it’s his thrusts or the sight of yourself falling completely slave to his cock, but the intensity grows. You cry out his name and beg for release, an action you never thought you’d be doing. Especially not with him. Eren’s eyes remain trained on your flushed face, your tongue slightly sticking out from your mouth. “Good girl. You’re gonna come when I tell you, okay?” He whispers, sending chills down your spine. Quiet whimpers are all you can muster for a response, yet, he seems to understand. With his speed doubling over, the burning sensation in your stomach grows to hot, white blazes. Through watery eyes, you see Eren smirking with his lips just barely grazing your neck where he sunk his teeth into. With one sudden snap of his hips, you cry out. Begging him for the release that you craved. Eren sneers at your noises of pure pleasure that can’t help but escape past your parted lips. Even as you reach that climb, just barely holding back from reaching your climax, you obey his orders. Not letting yourself get the release that’s clouded your mind with lust. “Okay okay I’ll stop teasing,” He laughs, running his tongue over the bite marks on your neck. “Come for me.” Three simple words is all it takes for you to come completely undone. Your legs and hips tremble in his strong arms that still keep you held out on display. You feel his chest heaving against your back.
Following suit of your orgasm, he lets you back down. With no further warning, you’re bent over in front of him. “W-wait! Slow down!” You cry out as he suddenly thrusts himself further into your insides than you thought possible. You can already feel the aching in your hips from his vicious movements. Eren grabs a handful of your hair and pulls your head back for you to look at him. “Slow down? That won’t do.” With a slick smile he snaps his hips harder into you, reaching further than before. You let out a scream of pain, not caring at this point if anyone hears. You insides feel as though they’re tearing. You wince and groan, unable to form any sort of sentence. Eren growls and tightens his grip on your wrists that fit in just one of his hands. “Aww I bet it hurts real bad huh?” He teases, landing a slap on your ass. You can already feel the handprint turning bright red. Tears stream from your eyes as you choke for air. “Please Eren!” Your voice breaks as you beg for him to ease up. Your body becoming completely overstimulated. He simply ignores your cries and continues brutally thrusting inside you. The hand gripping your hips already leaving deep blue bruises. You unconsciously tighten around him, forcing a sharp inhale from his lips. “Don’t fucking do that.” He groans. His voice makes it seem like a threat but you know too well that he wants more.
You can feel the knot in your stomach tightening once more. Your face flushes to a bright red along with your chest. Eren takes notice and smirks down at you. “Gonna come for a third time?” He asks cockily. You babble incoherently, still not able to speak as he rams himself harder inside you. You know that he’s also close, you can tell from his moans. They’re deeper and breathier than before, almost as if he were whining. “You’re gonna be a good girl and take it all.” He commands, pulling your hair back once more. You nod and squeeze your eyes shut, chasing your own orgasm as he does the same. You assist him by tightening again, this time on purpose. Eren throws his head back, moaning out you name. “Fuck- like that–” He praises, snapping his hips just that little bit faster to reach his climax. Just as you begin yours, he does the same. You barely notice his cum filling you up as you begin to tremble for the third time. You fall to the ground, removing yourself from his cock. His last spurts of cum land on your back. You can feel yourself dripping, making a mess of the cell floor. Eren laughs during his heavy panting. “Didn’t think there’d be that much.” He says eyeing off the dirtied floor. You half-laugh back and wipe your eyes from the tears that were trapped in the corners. “Fuck you, man.” You huff, looking back at his face that hasn’t seemed to change from a smug smile. Eren kneels down and plants a kiss on your neck. “Visit me again sometime when you feel empty.” He winks. Eren stands to his feet and heads back over to the worn-out sink. “Oh and by the way, have fun explaining your screams to Hange.” He snickers, glancing at you from over his shoulder. ___________________________________________________________ The knife part have me hella killing stalking vibes omfg jknbhvgcfxd strummingmypainnnnnnnnnn Also just to clear up- in this post, I used they/them for Hange because I don’t want to misgender as the creator of AOT himself hasn’t confirmed their gender stating that “Hange’s gender identity is not important to the story he’s telling, and so he wanted to give readers the freedom to come up with their own interpretations.” So yeah just wanted to clear that up, I will typically always refer to Hange as they/them :) I FUCKING FINALLY GOT THIS DONE istg if this doesn’t get some hype I’ll be saltier than Tsukishima in the ocean
you could tell during sex that he was admiring your body when he slowed down. always, you could tell.
even if you had been on the brink of your orgasm, pussy about to soak him and strangle his dick with how hard it made you cum, he would stop dead in his tracks to salivate over your body.
he lived for your shape, the way your body was so ripe and full– plump, taught creases where your thighs met your sides from how far he bent you over. that round, plush ass he loved to see flatten against his pelvis every time he threw his hips into you. he’d been doing it before, fucking you with a patient passion that held a steady cadence of soft, wet claps filling the room. you sang the hell out of his name over them. he had to bite his lip, frowning deeply at the combination of seeing your ass rippling all the way up your tummy and back and down to your thighs each time he fucked his dick into you, and the feeling of that hot honey inside your pussy… the same that he wanted to stir up to drool over his cock, the same he wanted to taste all night with his devil-gifted tongue. your pussy could fucking kill him, he swears on everything. it’s so hot… that shit chokes his dick like he would not believe if he hadn’t felt it. that gushing wet, slick, creamy pussy that loved him so much that it wouldn’t let him go each time he pulled out, that sucked him back in no matter how he moved. you had cat that would start wars between nations and he knew it. he could only moan. o n l y m o a n, that pussy was so good. words couldn’t find him when he felt those walls start munching, when he could feel your cervix squishing kisses at the tip of his cockhead. those moans of his keep coming the weaker he gets, keep vibrating low in his chest, giving the bassline to your melody, to his rhythm now being bucked into you again. he watches his dick sink into you, disappearing deep into that golden brown flesh that contrasted so perfectly with his own… and coming out glistening with your juice and your cream all over it, rolling down his sack and down the inside of your legs.
and when you fucking cum, when you convulse and scream out for him while that pussy eats him whole, when you make him lose his sight and make his ears ring from how hard you make him bust, deep deep in you… as far as he could go…
Genre: smut, pwp for the most part, teensy bit of angst
Warnings: this is filthy, NSFW, minors DNI, BDSM dynamics, emotional manipulation, daddy kink, breeding, unprotected sex, double penetration, oral sex, degradation, praise kink, dacryphilia, dumbification, overstimulation, impact play, choking, threesome, voyeurism, exhibitionism, Eren’s a bit of a dick surprise, surprise
Word count: 4.2k
“I bet you like this, don’t you, whore?” Eren’s long fingers seized your neck, squeezing the sides of your windpipe as he pulled your back flush against his chest. His other hand held a death grip on your hip, guiding your body to meet his thrusts as he fucked up into you from where he sat on the couch. “Bet you want him to walk in here and see this tight little cunt of yours getting stuffed full with my cock, hmm?”
“N-no, Sir,” you mewled breathlessly, closing your eyes to try and focus on not coming undone until you could get his permission, which he’d been denying for so long now. “My pussy s'just for you, Sir.”
His lips curled into a smirk against your shoulder, sinking his teeth in as he tightened his grip on your neck, “Such a good slut today, aren’t you? You really wanna cum, huh? Wanna cream all over this cock?”
“Yes. Yes, please. Wanna cum so bad, Sir,” your voice pitched up into whine, barely hanging on as he continued to pound into you.
“Well that’s really too fuckin’ bad,” his hips stalled, leaving you teetering right on the edge of euphoria that you almost thought he was going to let you taste. “Gonna have to wait a little longer, princess. You can cum when I feel like letting you, got it?”
His lips were roaming your neck, sucking and tugging at the sensitive skin with his teeth as he held your hips in both of his capable hands. Your head lolled to the side, giving him easier access while you suppressed a whimper, not daring to challenge his authority in this situation.
“I see you’re finally learning some self-control,” his words were muffled by the way he spoke, with the skin of your neck between his teeth. He kissed the reddened area, swiping his tongue over salty skin to soothe the love bite. “I might have to reward you for being such a good bitch for me for once.”
“Just wanna cum, Sir, plea–,” you cried out as his hips resumed their assault. This time, two fingers joined his efforts, toying with your clit as his breath fanned over your ear. The sound of keys turning was drowned out by your needy exclamations. Your eyes were snapped shut too tight to see the tall brunette entering the room, the way his eyes widened upon witnessing how easily you were bouncing up and down on top of the man who was now locking eyes with him with a sinister smirk on his face.
“Cum for me, baby,” Eren’s husky command was enough to finally send you tumbling over the edge, blissfully unaware of the third party who had entered the room and was now taking in the sight of your violent orgasm, selfishly unable to look away and entirely unsure of what to do. “Look, babygirl. Daddy’s home,” his dark tone remained hushed, nothing more than a sensual whisper into the shell of your ear as you began drifting down from you high, still bobbing up and down on Eren’s length.
It was so hushed that you weren’t quite sure you caught what he had said, but you opened your eyes anyway, your mouth still slack and spilling forth moan and after groan as you lost yourself in how fucking good you felt after being edged for so long. The shock of seeing his roommate, your friend, standing there, his eyes drinking in every inch of your naked and penetrated body, wasn’t enough to stop the pleasure coursing through you or the sounds that fell from your lips. You jerked momentarily, as if you were trying to stop, to pry yourself away from Eren and into the nearest hiding spot, but you couldn’t. It felt too good, and the way that Jean’s eyes were trained on your pussy, still pulsing and gushing around Eren’s thick cock as it stretched your walls, suddenly seemed so, so hot.
“You wanna play with him, princess?” Eren’s lips feathered kisses between your shoulder blades as he slowed the motion of his hips, whispering against your skin, so that only you could hear his sinful proposition. “I know you do. Consider it your reward for being such a good girl. Go ahead, ask your new Daddy real nice and I bet he’ll fill any hole you ask him too.”
Was this a trick? A test? Some sick joke Eren was playing on the both of you? You didn’t know, but you were still too horny to care. Nothing ventured, nothing gained, after all.
“Daddy,” you mewled, locking eyes with Jean. “Wanna play with you.” Your hands cupped your breasts, massaging them as you grinded your hips on Eren’s, feeling his cock rock inside of you as you begged, “Please, Daddy, can I play with your cock too?”
“Wha-what?” He closed his eyes and shook his head, as if he were trying to wake himself from a dream, but when he opened them again, he saw you, hand now outstretched, looking so desperately at him. He took a cautious step closer, flicking his gaze to Eren to study his face.
“It’s okay, she’s into this kind of shit,” Eren jutted his chin toward you, his hands stilling your hips before smacking your thigh. “Aren’t you, baby?”
You nodded, biting your bottom lip as you stood and reached for Jean’s hand, taking it as you dropped to your knees in front of him.
“Whoa, uh, are you—are you sure about this?” He flashed his palms and as looked down at you, watching you already working to remove his jeans.
“Mhmm,” you hummed in response as your pressed your lip to his now exposed v-line. “Can I taste you, Daddy? Wanna put you in my mouth so bad . .”
He shuddered at your touch, watching intently as your slowly tugged down his pants, boxers and all, until his cock sprung free, bobbing in front of your face.
“Fuck, Daddy,” you licked your lips, squirming in anticipation at the sheer size of it. Eren’s size was more than satisfactory, but this was another level. “It’s so big,” you grabbed his hips, placing soft kisses along his his thigh as you looked up at him through your lashes, “Can I please play with you, Daddy? I’ll be such a good girl, I promise.”
“Oh my God, yes,” his hands ran through your hair before taking a small step back to kick off his bottoms and peel off his shirt. He took his cock in his hand, stroking it a few times before bringing it to your lips, flicking the tip onto your tongue as you exposed it, “Yes, you can baby. Oh fuck, you’re so fucking hot.”
“Grab her hair,” Eren spoke up from his spot on the couch, his eyes settled on the pair of you as he languidly stroked his member. “She’ll be dripping for you in no time if you fuck her face. Little bitch loves it.”
“Mmhmm,” you moaned as you took his length into your mouth, bobbing your head as you stroked him with your hand, spreading saliva along his shaft to help ease him down your throat.
“Holy shit, you’re so fucking good at that, baby,” he groaned, rocking his hips forward into your wet mouth, slowly helping you take his length as he fisted his hands into your hair. “Tap my leg when you need to breathe, okay?”
He took a moment to look down into your eyes, angling your chin up, so he knew you were hearing him. You thought you heard Eren scoff and you missed the way he rolled his eyes, but neither of you paid him any attention. When you nodded in agreement, he began sinking his cock deep into your throat, only hesitating when you gagged, but you pushed further, holding your breath as you took him nearly to the hilt.
His eyes rolled back as he quaked, his whole body shivering in pleasure as he tightened his grip on your hair, holding you there for a moment and then pulling your head back carefully, his cock exiting your lips with a pop as you sucked in a deep breath.
“You’re such a good girl, sweetheart,” he combed his fingers through your hair, guiding your lips back to his length, which you eagerly took into your mouth, eyes fixed on his, wanting to hear more of his sweet praise.
He watched you so intently, his mouth falling open into an ‘O’ as you hollowed your cheeks, fisting his length as you sucked and swirled your tongue around the tip.
“Fuck, fuck,” he held the back of your head, not guiding your motions, but just letting you set your own rhythm as he stared down, mesmerized by the way his cock disappeared into your throat. “FUCK,” his arms tensed, fingers grasping your hair tightly as you managed to suck his entire length down, feeling it fill your airway as you struggled to hold him there, contracting your throat around him.
“That’s my fucking girl,” Eren shifted in his seat, pumping his hand faster as he watched you squirm.
Tears sprung to your eyes as your lungs began to burn, your jaw becoming sore from the position it was in. You tapped at his thigh with two fingers and he immediately let go, cupping your face as you sputtered and panted for air.
“Are you all right?” He held your chin between his thumb and forefinger, “Just catch your breath. It’s okay, babygirl.”
“You’re real fuckin’ sweet aren’t you? In and outta the sack,” Eren stood, waltzing over and grabbing your hair harshly, tearing your gaze from Jean’s kind eyes and bringing them to focus on his cold, unforgiving orbs. “It’s a wonder how a guy like you never manages to bring any bitches home.”
Your throat was suddenly full again, gagging around Eren’s cock as he fully sheathed himself between your lips. Jean’s eyes widened as Eren scrutinized your pathetic expression, tears streaming down your cheeks as your hands braced his hips. He thrusted them forward, fucking into your throat as lewd squelching noises and the sound of you choking and pleading for a breath filled the air.
He finally relented, groaning loudly and yanking your head back by your hair as he smirked over at Jean, “She can take more than you think,” his fingers freed your tresses, opting to trail along your jaw, smearing the saliva pooling around your mouth as you chased your breath. “You wanna be used tonight, baby? Wanna get fucked until you can’t see straight?”
You nodded eagerly, folding your hands into your lap as you stared up at him, completely submissive to his will. Your pussy clenched around nothing, soaked and throbbing from the assault on your throat and his sinful words.
“See?” Eren stepped back, letting Jean take a step closer to you as you shifted your eyes to him, waiting for further instruction. “She’ll do damn near anything you want. I guarantee her pussy’s fucking soaked. Am I right, bitch? Fuckin’ show him how ready you are for that horse cock of his, if you want it so bad.”
You did as you were told, leaning back as you spread your legs, using two fingers to part your folds, swirling them around your entrance as you moaned, teasing yourself by slipping a single finger in. Jean winced, his cock twitching as his watched your ministrations, biting his lip to suppress a moan of his own.
“Fuck her, if you think you can satisfy her,” Eren smirked and took a seat on the smaller sofa, getting comfortable as he returned to stroking his own length.
“C’mere,” Jeans voice was still noticeably softer than Eren’s but it had an air of authority to it this time as he curled two fingers at you, while making his way to the couch.
He sat down, spreading his legs and patting his thighs as you padded over to him. Your hands rested on his shoulders as you straddled his lap, your knees on either side of his body as his cock stood at attention between you. You moved to stroke it, but he stopped you, clasping a hand around your wrist as his fingers slipped between you, reaching up to dip into your slick, groaning as he sank two fingers into you with ease.
“You’re so wet, baby,” he leaned forward, kissing your neck as he whispered, “you want me to fill you up, babygirl? Want me to fill this tight little pussy up, Hmm?”
You nodded, your breath already shaky when you wrapped an arm around his neck to steady yourself as his fingers started fucking up into you, “Please, Daddy.”
“Good girl,” he kissed your temple, swiping his thumb repeatedly over your clit as he rested his forehead against yours, trying to create a more intimate moment for the two of you while Eren groaned at the sight from the other couch. “I’ll make sure you feel good, baby, I promise.”
You felt your cheeks flush, a smile creeping across your face that you were grateful Eren couldn’t see from his angle. Jean tucked himself into the crook of your neck, opposite the side Eren could view, and tugged on your ear with his teeth as he whispered, “You’re beautiful, you know that?”
You took your lip between your teeth, flushing an even deeper shade of crimson that Jean was just able to see before his lips collided with yours, slow and sweet, as he sighed through his nose.
“Jean,” you kissed back needily, mumbling against his lips in a soft whine as he fingers sank deeper inside you.
“Is that his fucking name?” Eren barked and you corrected yourself, tensing against Jean, who grabbed your hip, rubbing his thumb against it as a soothing gesture.
“Daddy,” you whimpered, shifting your hips on top of his, “Please, fuck me, Daddy.”
“C’mere, babygirl,” he retracted his hand from your core, grasping beneath your thighs with two strong hands as he lifted you up and hovered you over his cock. “Go as slow as you need, okay?”
He held your waist as both your arms encircled his neck, pulling your torso closer to his as you captured his lips, kissing him deeply as you felt his tip push into you. You moaned as his tongue began exploring your mouth, his impressively thick cock stretching your walls so tightly around him as he choked out a groan, which became amplified as you clenched around him.
“‘Atta girl, baby, taking that fucking dick like a champ,” Eren growled, a sheen of sweat glistening on his torso as he stroked the head of his dick, eyes glued to the way your cunt was sucking in Jean’s massive cock, your juices dripping along the length that you had yet to take.
“Fuck, it’s so big, Daddy,” you whined, pushing a hand into his hair as you brought your torso flush with Jean, who ran a soothing hand up your spine shushing you quietly as he held the back of your neck.
“You can do it, baby,” he pressed a kiss just below your ear as he subdued the urge thrust upwards into you, closing his eyes tight as he let out a deep grunt when finally took all of him in.
“Oh my God,” you panted, feeling so incredibly full that you almost forgot where you were until his hands caught your hips, slowly guiding them up and down, the sensation driving you absolutely wild as you tightened your grip on his hair. “Faster, please, Daddy. Fuck, you feel so good inside me.”
“Shit, baby,” he complied without hesitation, helping you bounce on his lap, his cock carving space within your walls that you didn’t realize was there to claim. “Such a good fucking girl. You’re so fucking perfect, babygirl. Takin’ me so well like this,” his soft whispers of praise, swallowed by the moans you were exchanging, had you reeling.
His words, coupled with the glorious sensation of him being driven so deep inside you, rendered you useless for anything besides your fluttering pussy. Words failed you, any other thoughts escaped you. All you knew was the feeling of Jean beneath you, muttering such gentle coos of kindness while his hips mercilessly thrusted in time with yours, pushing him up against your womb over and and over and over again until your eyes rolled back, the pressure becoming too much from penetration alone. Your orgasm came on so suddenly that you almost didn’t recognize it’s arrival until you were spasming around him, choking out nonsensical streams of explicatives as your chest heaved, void of breath.
Eren stood, making his way over to you both on the couch as Jean held you tighter, rocking his hips beneath you as he fucked you through your release, his strong arms holding you steady as you lost all your senses.
“You. Lay down,” Eren nodded towards the far side of the couch and Jean reluctantly complied, groaning quietly while he picked up the both of you and turned, laying back as he kept you close to his chest. “Fuck yeah, that’s perfect. Keep fucking her and don’t you dare fucking cum yet, Kirstein.”
Eren settled one knee onto the couch, taking his stance behind you as he gripped your ass with both hands, striking each cheek suddenly, making you cry out as you looked behind you. His face was deceptively soft as he smiled at you, his palms rubbing the marks he’d left, feeling the jiggle of your ass each time Jean thrusted into you.
“You won’t mind if I take this tight little hole of yours, right, princess?” His thumb came to rest against your asshole, the tip of it nearly plunging in each time your hips came back against it. You mewled, watching in excitement as he slowly dipped a finger in, groaning at the slight sting. “Of course you don’t. Dumb little cocksleeve. You want both of your filthy holes stuffed full of cum tonight, don’t you, slut?”
“Yes, Sir,” you breathed, clinging to Jean tighter, whimpering in his ear as Eren added a second digit, slowly stretching your puckered hole with the excess fluid that had pooled around it from your sloppy cunt.
Jean groaned as he watched, moving his hips more slowly until they stilled to allow Eren to line himself up with your other entrance. A long string of saliva stretched from his lips as he spit onto his cock, spreading the fluid across his length as he slowly pushed inside of you.
“Oh, f-fuck,” you stuttered, nails digging into Jean as he hushed you with more of that honeyed praise that you’d come to crave.
“It’s okay, baby. Think of how good it’s gonna feel. You’re doing such a good job, princess.” A large hand started rubbing circles on your back while another tucked beneath your chin. “Hey, look at me.”
Your glassy eyes met Jean’s, a soft cry leaving your lips as he leaned in and swallowed it, kissing you gently as you moaned, feeling the first wave of pleasure hit you as Eren rolled his hips for the first time.
After that, he didn’t give you much more time to adjust. He set a steady pace right away, growling from behind you as he snapped his hips back and forth. Jean held himself still, his hands returned to your hips as he helped you met Eren’s thrusts. He panted heavily beneath you, his cock growing somehow harder inside you as you rocked along his length, a mixture of ‘yes, sir’s and ‘yes daddy’s being pounded out of your mouth and Eren picked up his rhythm.
“You like this, bitch? Like being used like a stupid little fuck toy?” He struck your ass hard, not bothering to wait for a response before he did it again, even harder. “Like feeling useful to me for once, you fucking whore?”
“Yes! Ah—fuck, Sir! Yes, yes, yes,” you propped yourself up by a hand on either side of Jean’s face, shoving your hips back harder against both of their cocks as you begged, teetering on the edge of another orgasm. “C-cum inside me, p-please. Oh, pretty please, Sir. Wan’all your cum, please. Use me, Sir, fucking use me all y’want.”
Jean stared up at your fucked out face, losing his ability to hang out as he exploded inside of you, his hips stuttering as he took over thrusting for you, fucking his hot load deeper into your greedy cunt while Eren’s cock rutted against his inside of you, pulsing as he neared his own high.
“Tell me who fucking owns you, you stupid bitch,” one last harsh strike feel on your behind as Eren’s grip on your ass became brutal, fingers digging into your soft flesh.
“You, Sir!” You yelped, locking eyes with him as you looked back, your mouth hanging open as you struggled to keep your focus while your body wracked with pleasure, sending convulsions through you as you cried out in complete ecstasy.
“You’re damn right.” His eyes fell into a hooded daze as he followed suit, pouring his sticky sweet substance deep into you and thrusting a few more times before he pulled out, marveling at the way it poured back out of you. “Dammit, baby, you look so fuckin’ good like this.”
He leaned down, soothing one cheek with his palm as he pressed a kiss to the other before he sat back on the other end of the couch, allowing you the room to sit up and off of Jean, who held your hand as your legs wobbled. He sprung up to steady you, hands holding your hips as you regained your composure, catching your breath as you stumbled on unsure legs towards Eren, who caught your waist and pulled you down into his lap.
“Thank you, baby,” he smiled, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear as he leaned down to kiss the top of your head while your eyes fluttered closed. “You did so good for us. Gonna help clean you up and take you to bed with me, okay?”
Jean stood and began gathering his clothes, suddenly feeling awkward in his post-nut clarity as he watched your embrace. He felt a twinge of jealousy as he witnessed you nuzzle into Eren’s chest, a small, soft smile on your lips.
“Love you,” it was barely a whisper, but Jean heard you mutter the words against Eren’s neck as you placed a kiss to it, and he wished that he hadn’t.
But more than that, he wished that he hadn’t looked over to see Eren’s smug grin. He was staring straight at Jean, eyes narrowed as he spoke in the softest voice that he had ever heard him use as he drew lazy circles against the skin of your shoulder.
“Love you too, baby.”
Without another word, Eren stood, lifting you and carrying you effortlessly into his bedroom. He laid you down on the bed, pressing a kiss to your cheek as he whispered in your ear that he would be right back to take care of you.
Jean was tugging his boxers back up when Eren reappeared, stepping in front of his door, so that he could quietly close it behind him, lest you should hear what he had to say.
“Did you enjoy yourself?” He seemed almost bored when he asked the question, crossing his arms over his broad chest.
“Uh, yeah, guess so,” Jean shrugged, silently wishing that the conversation would end right there.
“Good, I’m glad you had a good time,” he wandered closer, looking disinterested as ever. “ Because, I want you to understand something. Now that you know exactly what you’re missing,” Eren came to stand toe-to-toe with him, eyes hard as he spat his next words. “You should also know that you’ll never have her.”
Jean narrowed his eyes, jaw unhinging to protest, but he was cut off by more of Eren’s venom-laced words.
“Save it. I’ve seen the way you look at her. I’ve heard you moaning her name while you stroke your dick alone in your room like the bitch that you are. I know all the details about your pathetic little crush on her.”
Jean looked away, unable to find the words to counter Eren’s verbal assault, because he couldn’t feasibly deny a single word.
“That’s what I fucking thought. You couldn’t even help yourself from sweet-talking her while I was right fuckin’ there. Well, now you don’t gotta wonder what her cunt feels like anymore. How good she feels pressed up against you. What a good girl she really is. Now you know. I bet she’s everything you hoped for and then some, huh? Sure hope you’re able to get over her for your sake, because if you so much as breathe in her general direction again, I will fucking end you. Got it?”
Jean grit his teeth, shaking with anger, but unwilling to challenge him as Eren stared him down, “Got it.”
With a smug expression, Eren spun on his heel, tossing a half-hearted salute over his shoulder, not bothering to look back at Jean, “Have fun fuckin’ your fist from now on.”
Word count: 5338 Content and warnings: Levi Ackerman x Reader, reader is fembodied, no pronouns are used for reader, mostly smut but there is some plot, you used to be on levi’s team when he was in the underground and you’re the only one who didn’t join the survey corps w him, he returns to the underground every once in a while and sees you again, just nice fluffy smut no crazy kinks or anything, levi calls you good girl, he holds your wrists together once, i only use “Y/N” once towards the end Notes: not proof read, find it on ao3 here, i’m p :) about this heheh Networks:@http-404-error-unknown,@planetonet
Levi doesn’t return to the Underground much, but every once in a while he goes back.
Sometimes it’s to see if he can find Kenny, once to investigate the ODM gear being illegally sold there, and sometimes he just wants to see if maybe there’s another life he can salvage.
But in the twists and turns he takes, his hooded form sees someone he hasn’t seen in years,
A/N:once again, I forget I can make Headcanons lol. If you’d like to see more characters, feel free to comment or send me an ask!
Eren
Starting with the basics, is he a dom, sub or switch. Depending on his partner I think it changes, so I’d say Eren is a switch
100% a masochist, he loves when his partner hurts him
This also means he’s into impact play & degrading
I see Eren liking the idea of CNC — it goes either way so long as his partner is comfortable with it
I can also see Eren being very selfish in bed just so he can be punished. When he’s in the mood to be a sub, he’s 100% a brat with a loud mouth
Impact play. Once again, it goes both ways. He likes seeing your ass red from his slaps but he also enjoys when you smack him across the face
He’s absolutely a rope bunny, tie him up & restrain him and it drives him wild. Especially if you are teasing or edging him.
Cuckholding. He likes to use it as a form of punishment so long as you are comfortable. So either he’ll watch you fuck someone else orhe’ll make you watch him fuck someone else
He is a creampie kinda man. He refuses to cum anywhere else but inside of you. Not even your mouth, unless you want him to.
Breeding kink — but he also doesn’t want the consequences. So that’s a tough one buddy.
He has… a mommy / daddy kink. He’ll call his partner either name — whichever they prefer
Aftercare is a big thing for him!! He feels a bit guilty when he is the one on top cause he doesn’t go easy with you
Mikasa
So, is she a dom, sub or switch? I think Mikasa leans more towards being submissive. Which seems very out of character for her in any situation other than sex.
She has a thing for praising, she’ll be putty in your hands if you tell her she’s a good girl & stuff like that
Loves overstimulation, she’ll beg you to stop but really she wants you to keep going
Mikasa has a breeding kink, I’m not even sorry.
Sucker for gags and ropes, she likes being restrained and used. But she also gets excited when the roles are reversed
Speed round; Agrexophilia, breast worship and cunnilingus
I see Mikasa liking collars y’all, maybe even some bows or cute lingerie
To go along with her fascination with cunnilingus, she loves face sitting
She likes group sex so long as she is the center of attention, she gets jealous if her partner is paying attention to someone else
She likes sex in unconventional places, somewhere where her partner has to work for it. Like a public place, the bathtub, against a wall, etc etc
While she isn’t that dominant in bed, she doesn’t mind if her partner refers to her as miss, madam, mommy, etc.
Aftercare is a huge thing for her, she doesn’t want the love and praise to end after you are both satisfied.
Armin
Dom, sub or switch? Armin can be a switch if he really wants to be, but he much prefers being dominant
This man will gaslight you in bed, he’s huge on degrading and humiliation
Dacryphilia. He wants to see you sobbing, he’ll even encourage it
Impact play & choking. He’s super rough with both things, he’ll only stop if you are about to pass out
Armin sees sex as a way to relieve his pent up stress, it’s the only time he can really show his true colors. He has a reputation to keep after all.
Possessive as fuck, he will make you repeat his name over and over while he fucks you. Saying things like “who do you belong to?” And all that.
Breeding kink with risks and consequences welcomed. He sees it as another way to show people who you belong to.
Which brings us to… creampies. His cum is priceless & needs to be earned. Why waste it by putting it anywhere else.
Though, if you don’t please him, he’s into face fucking. Either way, his cum is only being put inside of you
Objectification & dumbification. He likes the idea of a master / pet dynamic in bed
Body worship but only receiving, it’s part of his humiliation tactics
Doesn’t really have a thing for pet names, prefers hearing his name leave your lips
Aftercare is important to him once everything is said and done. He needs you to know he loves you after…
Jean
Y’all know the drill by now, this man is a jealous switch.
It really depends on his partner & what they lean more towards
Jean always feels the need to prove himself, so he’s all about body worship, praising and overstimulation.
Would happily die suffocated by your thighs & begs for you to sit on his face.
He drools when he gets really into it, I’m talking just as cock drunk as you are while he fucks you
Breeding kink but more so creampies. He wants to see his cum oozing out of you
Super into Agrexophilia, not only does it turn him on but it boosts his ego tenfold
Likes when you call him sir & when you try to talk to him while he’s pleasuring you.
He’s into impact play but only as punishment.
Cuckolding, he loves and hates the humiliation he feels watching someone else fuck you.
Anal sex. He grows a fascination for it pretty quickly after the first time y’all try it.
After care isn’t super huge for him only because the two of you are pretty fucking tired after the fact. Y’all are knocked out within 5 minutes of finishing
Sasha
Sasha is a sub but will occasionally be a switch
She is huge, and I mean huge on incorporating food into sex. I’m not trying to be cliche here.
Like her favorite thing is being able to put whip cream on her partner’s genitals and eating them out / sucking them off. It’s such a reward in her mind
She’s obsessed with oral sex, she prefers to give rather than revive but she loves reviving as well
Loves bondage & being tied up
Thrives off of praise and pet names, any word of encouragement gets her going
Role play. I don’t really have an explanation for this one.
She’s absolutely a pleaser, anything that will earn her praise and encouragement
She isn’t against creampies, but she prefers if her partner comes on her or in her mouth
Breathplay & breast worship are two secret favorites, she’s a bit embarrassed of both
Sasha really gets into dirty talk, both hearing it and speaking it
Similar to Jean, after care isn’t a huge deal because she is knocking the fuck out within 5-10 minutes of finishing. As long as she isn’t too hungry
Connie
Starts off as a sub! He usually lets his partner take the lead until he gets a bit of confidence. Once he has a basic understanding and knows what you like. Connie is a dom.
This man is horny 24/7 and is eager to learn as much as he can. He wants to be good and satisfying you but he also wants to know what he likes
Absolutely loves oral sex — he will spend hours eating is partner out or sucking them off
He’s into CNC, this goes both ways though. So if we really wanna be technical, this man is a switch
Not a fan of blindfolds or Gags, he uses your facial expressions and noises to know how good he’s doing
Creampie addict
Body worship is huge with him, he loves giving it. But receiving it? He could come just from your praises
Prefers rough sex with passion over slow sex. He’s eager to please and doesn’t have the patience for slow sex
Man is a cervix bruiser, he is rough when he gets inside of you, he loves seeing tears stream down your face.
Not that into dirty talk — honestly it makes him laugh
Breeding kink? He is obsessed with coming inside of you & gladly welcomes any consequences. Honestly he kinda wants it to happen
Aftercare is important but not a priority. He’s going to clean you up and cuddle you, but he’s also fighting to stay awake.
✏️Summary:The smile that stretches on your lips is another one of those genuine smiles you’ve grown unaccustomed to, and as you crouch down to sit next to him, you realize you haven’t been this happy in a long time. It’s not just the here-and-now with Reiner, it’s more of a general feeling. Being home. Hanging out with your old friends. Finally letting yourself open up and move forward, as Zeke put it.
✏️ A/N: I haven’t written a word in forever, so this is me experimenting, both with a new fandom and with 2nd POV writing lol the idea for this story has been in the making for literally a year, I can’t believe I’m finally posting it.
✏️Content Warnings:modern!AU + fluff, angst, and smut, so 18+ only. Mentions of death (reader’s mother and (briefly, in passing) Reiner’s mother + Armin’s parents) and funeral. Mentions of alcohol and alcohol consumption. Vaginal fingering. Thigh riding. Protected vaginal sex. Oral sex (f/r and m/r). Hand job. Multiple orgasms (both m/r and f/r). Mentions of shower sex. Idk, suggestive stuff I guess. A whole lot of feelings. [If I missed anything, just lmk.]
✏️Word Count: 23,8k
SUNLIGHT
It’s surprising, the way everything seems to lead back to this coastal town. All the choices you made before leaving everything behind, and then the way life went after venturing off in search of a new path. Of new people. Maybe even better chances than what this place has to offer aside from the salty breeze blowing in from the ocean, or the white, polished pieces of wood and shells that wash up on the shore. The smell of fish. The calls of the fishermen on their boats.
You left because home started feeling like it was closing in on you, suffocating, asphyxiating, and then you realized life in the city can also make you feel the same way. Small, and alone. Insignificant. Like you never belong. Like you’re standing on the sidelines, watching everyone else go on, do things, become different versions of themselves.
It’s a fist in the gut, to come back with the mid-spring torrential rains, and to have this feeling bubble up from deep inside, some recondite corner of your soul you haven’t felt in forever – or maybe you have, and it was just a too-hard pill to swallow all along.
I’m home.
Which is a random, almost out-of-place feeling to have. You’re going back – not home – for your mother’s funeral, after all, that same mother you always blamed just to find out way too late in life that it was never her fault. That it was the other way around. That you put yourself on a pedestal and looked down on the only person that didn’t leave. The only person that stayed by your side.
Summary: The game is this: if Levi can resist cumming while you and Erwin fuck, he won’t get edged. Problem is—this was not a game he could win.
Warnings: Corruption, collar and leash, vaginal fingering, handjob, vaginal penetration.
Note: This was my first request. Hopefully you enjoy it!
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There’s nothing prettier than Erwin kneeling beneath you with a collar on and a leash. His hair is a mess from the usual polished and combed, and those eyes of his were practically begging you. It’s usually after rough expeditions that he needs you to help him relax, to feel taken care of, to forget, to only let pleasure fill his thoughts. You were happy to oblige, and what with the new customised collar you got, who were you to deny him?
“Do you like it?” You traced your fingers across the collar, the leash wrapped up in your other hand.
Erwin nodded, sitting between your legs and looking up at you. You casually sat on the edge of the bed, observing the way he pressed his cheek to your thigh. “Yes, miss.”
You hummed in content. “And what does it mean to you, pet?”
“That I’m yours, miss,” Erwin said quietly, shivering. He was right. The collar had your name on it, simple and elegant. The design itself was nothing special—a black collar with your name in white and a little bell. But that was fine, and it was even better when that was the only thing Erwin was wearing.
You tugged on the leash and pulled him up. Your lips met, soft but rough. He pressed up close to you, as close as he can, bulky arms on either side of you. One of your hands trailed down his chest, slowly, painfully so. You only reach his stomach when it brushes against his cock, fully erect and dripping precum. Why? Because Levi was watching.
He sat in the armchair next to the window, naked save for his white dress shirt, hands fidgeting. It was a game. If Levi could watch you and Erwin fuck without doing anything else, you’d let him fuck you next. He couldn’t touch himself but he could come up close and touch you two. If he came or touched himself without permission, well, it’s a whole week of edging. You three have done this before and Levi knows that whole week would be hellish. You and Erwin loved teasing.
“Miss,” Erwin whined softly, noticing yours eyes on Levi. He nuzzled your neck and you placed a hand on the back of his head, scratching contently. “Please?”
“Please what, pet?” Your other hand was rubbing his stomach, brushing the head of his cock occasionally. Driving him insane.
“Can I be inside you?”
“Already?” You raised an eyebrow and pulled his hair, tipping his head back so you could meet his eyes. He’s desperate. Erwin swallowed as you licked his throat, hearing Levi adjust in his seat. “Hm. Then…” You grabbed Erwin’s hand and guided it to your mouth, taking his fingers in and sucking. Erwin groaned quietly at the sight of you, thinking about his cock in your mouth instead. Not to say he didn’t like his fingers in your mouth either.
You released his fingers and scooched back up on the bed into a comfortable position, loosening your grip on the leash as you spread your legs. You were already wet but it’s good to be prepared. Erwin’s eyes lit up and he prowled towards you, knowing exactly what you wanted. You exhaled slowly as his finger entered you slowly, thumb rubbing your clit.
“Fuck…you’re so hot and wet,” Erwin muttered. “I can’t…I need you now.”
“Patience, pet. Be a good boy for me,” you said, squeezing around his thick finger. He added another and you moaned. From his chair, Levi was hard. Completely. You and Erwin glanced over, studying how Levi’s cock pressed against the bottom of his shirt, staining it with precum. You grinned, a leg lifting up to take Erwin’s attention again.
“F-fuck,” Erwin stuttered as your leg and foot rubbed against his cock. “Miss—miss, please.”
You rolled your hips against Erwin’s fingers, humming as he stretched you out and entered another finger. There’s a soft slick sound as Erwin began to pump faster, causing your breath to get stuck in your throat. “Mmh. Levi?”
Levi perked up. “Y-yes?”
“Come here.”
He all but stumbled over as you took Erwin’s fingers out of you. You tugged on the leash and Erwin drew closer on all fours with one arm propping himself up over your body, the other in your grip. Levi stood next to you two, cock weeping. He watched expectantly and didn’t resist as you jerked your head towards him and dropped your hand from Erwin. Erwin got the message and shoved his fingers into Levi’s mouth, causing the latter to let out a pitiful whine as he tasted your juices.
You occupied yourself by grabbing Erwin’s cock, startling a gasp out of him. You began to stroke and Erwin bucked his hips, groaning. The pleasure was already too much. He wanted to be inside you. His arm was shaking, trying to hold himself up. Eventually, he couldn’t take it anymore. He took his fingers out of Levi’s mouth to prop himself up, squeezing his eyes shut as you pumped him up and down. Levi, left to his own devices, whined, and you smirked.
“Want me to blow you while Erwin fucks me?” You asked him.
Erwin moaned as you twisted your wrist while Levi paused. He trembled at the thought and bit his lip. “I…can’t. If you…if you do that, I’ll cum.”
“That’s the point, isn’t it?” you teased, knowing he knew you knew if he came, it would be a temporary victory. He had to resist you and Erwin no matter how hard he got, no matter how much he wanted to put his cock in your mouth and fuck himself to climax. He had to resist. That was the point.
“Miss,” Erwin rumbled as you rubbed his slit. “Please? Can I be inside you now? I want to be inside you. Let me be inside you. Please? Please, miss?”
“Well, since you’ve been such a good boy,” you said and nodded, stopping your ministrations.
Erwin pressed his face to your neck, groaning as you sucked him in and clenched tightly. How was he even supposed to move? You were overwhelming, and your eyes on him made him tremble and whine. As if you were about to devour him and he would let you. A thousand times over. Levi watching was only a cherry on top. While Levi’s goal was to resist, Erwin’s goal was to break Levi’s resistance.
“Miss,” Erwin breathed. “Can I go deeper?”
“Hm?” You were adjusting to his length, ready to take more. “Of course, pet.”
“Then, excuse me, miss,” Erwin said and grabbed your legs. He moved it over his shoulder and thrusted into you. You gasped, arching your back, head thrown back as he went in balls deep. Your hands held onto his arms, nails digging in, making Erwin groan in pleasure and pain. You grabbed onto the leash and pulled, yanking Erwin down to meet your lips. Tongues, saliva, heat. The slapping sounds of Erwin fucking you filled the room along with moans, breaths intertwining.
“Hah,miss. Miss.” Erwin kept bottoming out in you, making your toes curl. You scratched along his arms, leaving red lines, rocking your hips with him. Erwin’s breaths were laboured, his blown wide with lust, unable to resist you. He doesn’t know what else to do with himself, losing all sense of identity.
Levi’s eyes can’t take themselves off the two of you. He might just cum from this alone. He’s throbbing so much and he didn’t know where to put his hands. Your sly glance his way almost makes him lose strength in his legs.
“Haa,ungh, miss,” Erwin moaned. “You’re so fucking tight. I can’t—”
“What are you?” you grounded out, thrusting back in rhythm with him. “Tell me what you are. Who do you belong to, pet?”
“You!” Erwin cried, bucking his hips like a bitch in heat. “Yours! I’m yours, miss! Ngh. Yours.”
You smirked and pulled Erwin in from the collar, choking him a little. You pressed your lips hard against his, bruising, and his large hands on your waist tightened. God, it’s too much. He won’t last long. Not like this.
“Miss?” Levi’s voice cracked. You and Erwin pulled away, looking over at Levi as he stood there, face flushed, eyes hungry. “Please…I can’t anymore. I’m so hard it hurts.”
Erwin grinned as you said, “Oh, we can’t have that, can we? Come here. Let me kiss it better.”
Summary:For someone who loves cleaning so much, Levi can get quite messy.
Warnings: Dacryphilia, handjob, edging.
Note:I have an assignment due today and two others on Monday yet here I am writing smut.
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Maid dress, stockings and garters. To top it off, of course, a maid costume isn’t finished without some cat ears. You thought Levi might’ve been a little embarrassed or shy wearing it, but he looked unbothered, almost smug, as if he knew he looked good in it. Well, obviously, he did, but unbothered was not what you wanted.
“There’s something I’ve been meaning to ask, Captain,” you said, leaning back on the chair, legs propped up on the desk. You two were currently in his office, door locked, while Levi attempted to clean as you watched and fiddled with his paperwork.
“What is it?” He side-eyed you, unable to comment on your desk etiquette.
“Are you wearing any underwear?” you asked.
Levi furrowed his brows. “What kind of question is that? Of course I’m wearing underwear.”
“Oh.” You played with your hair. “That’s disappointing. Can you change that?”
Levi stopped dusting and finally turned around to you, hesitant. You waited, not a hint of what you wanted on your face, except for the curl of a smile on the corner of your lips. He glanced to the side, the first dusting of pink appearing on his ears as he reached underneath the all-too-short maid dress he had on.
Slowly, he pulled down his panties. They weren’t boxers. You knew what you gave him, and he knew it too. The black lace slipped past his legs and he stepped out of it, picking it up. You smirked as he held it, standing there, lost, unsure what to do with it and what you wanted.
“You can leave it on the desk,” you said. He frowned but strode forward, carefully folding it as he placed it in front of you. Levi turned to leave when you let out a, “Oh! Is it okay if I checked? Can you come over here for a second? I mean, you might be tricking me and you could have like, a secret second underwear down there.”
Levi narrowed his eyes. “Why would I? That’s stupid.”
“I know, I know. So come here and let me check for a sec.”
He sighed, coming over and grumbling, “I don’t like these games.”
“Oh?” You lifted up the hem of his dress and the smile on your face widened. He was already semi-hard, and frankly, you hadn’t done anything but watch him clean and ask him to take off his underwear. “This says otherwise.”
“Shit,” Levi hissed as you traced a finger up the underside of his cock. “Just fuck me already, damn it.” At your unimpressed stare, he added, “Please.”
“Please what?”
His cock throbbed and he snapped, “Please, mistress.”
You tsked, dropping the hem of his dress. “You always have such an attitude at the beginning, don’t you? I don’t know why, because we always end up in the same spots. You clinging to me, crying, while we fuck.”
Levi didn’t say anything but you visibly saw him swallow. Swinging your legs off the desk, you stood up and grabbed his hand, pulling him into the seat. Moving, you climbed on top of him, straddling, and gently lifted his face with your hand. Levi’s eyes were wavering, trying their best to focus on you, but as you placed a palm on his chest, you could hear his heart hammering. Nothing yet but he was already so excited.
You pressed your lips to his and he welcomed it, pushing back into the kiss. It was slow and sensual, mouths sliding, tongues pressing, sucking. Levi groaned as you bit his lip, nibbling, and below, he attempted to grind against you. You hummed. Parting, you licked away the string of saliva connecting you two, taking in his blushing red face and opened mouth as if he wasn’t done kissing you. As if he wanted to continue, or as if he didn’t know what to do with his mouth anymore.
“Can I touch you?” he whispered.
“Yes, darling.” You leaned back in and his eyes slipped close as his hands began to wander. They gripped your thighs, running up, as you smiled down at him with his mouth opened, eyes closed, waiting for you. When you didn’t do anything, he slowed down and opened his eyes, frowning. “What’s wrong?” you asked, lips close enough to kiss, but barely.
When he spoke, your lips brushed. “Why…aren’t you kissing me? Kiss me, please?” You waited. A frustrated expression passed his face and he said, “Please?”
You humoured him with a kiss but did nothing more, much to Levi’s scowl. His tongue poked out, begging for entrance as his hands slid up your shirt. With a smirk, you reached down and traced the head of his cock, startling a gasp out of him. Levi hadn’t meant to pull his head back from the kiss and leaned back in, but you turned your cheek, earning another scowl. Ever since you learnt Levi loved kissing, it had been a delight to tease him with it.
You reached over to the drawer and pulled out the bottle of lube. Levi watched you hungrily as you lathered it on your hand and turned back around to him. His eyes went from your hand to your face, lips pressed together. “Kiss,” he all but demanded.
Smiling, you brought your lips closed to his and stopped. He snarled and lurched forward, but you backed away. He cursed, glaring at you.
“What’s wrong?” you asked innocently as your hands began to jerk him off slowly. Levi’s glare crumbled and he groaned, head falling back on the chair with a thump, still handsy as he found your breasts, squeezing them. You grinned as Levi’s hips jerked when you twisted your wrist, admiring how beautiful he looked, cat ears slipping. He turned his face into his shoulder, muffling the moans you wanted to hear. Oh? If he couldn’t kiss you, you couldn’t hear him?
Fine. Fair enough. You could work with this. You latched onto his exposed neck, speeding up your hand movement.
“Nngh!” Levi moaned in surprise at the sudden attack. Your hand smoothly glided over the tip, fingers slipping around the underside. Slow, too slow. You were going to slow. Levi writhed and squirmed under you, pants escaping his mouth, brows pinching together. He was completely hard and throbbing, mind growing hazy as he thrusted into your light grip. Precum leaking. “Mmmh, more. Please.”
“Oh? My pretty little maid is so greedy despite forgetting his manners,” you teased, leaning in and nosing his neck. “And that attitude! What am I supposed to do with you?”
“Just fuck me—hahh.” Levi whined as you licked a strip up his neck to his ear, nipping it. Your hand had stopped slicking up his cock, instead, your fingers rubbed and swirled at his tip, causing Levi to whimper.
“Come on, love,” you whispered into his ear, voice sultry and seductive, so much, he couldn’t help but twitch and thrust, threatening to throw you off. “Show me you know how to behave. Hm? Don’t you want to be good for me? If you do your job properly, I’ll pay you for your services properly.”
Levi huffed. “I—fuck!”
You pinched his tip, just hard enough for him to cry out. He didn’t know whether he wanted to chase after your touch or retreat away from it. Levi’s mind was a mess, caught up in your scent, your touch, your words, your voice. He was hard as rock and he didn’t know what he wanted except one thing. All he wanted was you. You. You. You. Everything was you.
Capturing his lips in yours, you sucked and bit, devouring him. Levi didn’t know what to do but surrender to you. Whimpers and whines spilled out of his mouth, gasping, hands tightening around your waist, nails digging in. He’s rocking into your touch. Anything. Anything, please. He needed to cum so badly. “Ngh, mmph. Cum. I wanna—”
You pulled back and began to jerk him off earnestly. Levi moaned, gasping and tossing, mouth open with drool leaking out. He didn’t know what to do. Where to put his hand. What to look at. What to say. The slick sounds of your hands on his cock was making him lose his mind, and with you looking from above, a smirk on your lips?
You watched, waiting as you roughly twisted and teased, Levi stuttering and heaving. Then you stopped, just as he was about to cum, you clamped down tightly, forcing a dry orgasm out of him. Levi practically keened, clutching onto you for dear life, floundering and confused. His cock was twitching and red as you let go. He held onto you, head on your shoulder, gasping.
You pushed him back so he was looking at you and fixed the cat ears, not a lick of sympathy on your face. Levi was close to tears, drool dripping from the corner of his mouth, face flushed. He managed to gasp out, “Why? Why’d you stop?”
“You know why,” you said, taking his cock back in your hand and earning a sharp inhale. “Bad maids get punished.” And you were stroking him again and all he could do was cry and hold onto you. You set a fast pace, bringing him closer to orgasm in minutes. Levi couldn’t focus on anything but the pleasure and the pain, the sound of you jerking him off, the feel of you pressed up against him.
“Close,” he moaned like a whore. “Please, please, I wanna cum. Please, let me cum. Ahh, ah, please! Mistress!”
There it was. A hand came up and flicked his nipple through his maid costume and Levi arched his back, groaning. He was going to cum. He was going to cum all over the costume and all over your hand and fuckfuckfuckfuck.
“Cum—Noooo!”
You halted his orgasm again, hand gripping the base of his cock. Tears leaked out of Levi’s eyes as he turned his head from side to side, sobbing. His breaths were laboured and he couldn’t think, couldn’t talk. His cock was so hard it hurt and he couldn’t even fucking cum! You were so cruel!
“But—but I said…I said mistress,” Levi cried.
“You did,” you acknowledged. “Too bad your mistress is cruel.”
And you took his cock back in your hand again and Levi knew by the end of this, he wouldn’t even be able to function. He’d lose all sense of control and there was nothing he would love more.
My literal notes on this idea from a month ago: Eren is your drug dealer and he likes you secretly and sends you money for your nails when you ask and it’s hot asf
“You’re seriously going to meet this guy in an alley outside a bar at midnight? Is this some top secret agent Cody Banks shit?”
You rolled your eyes at your friends questions as you pulled your dress over your head, careful to not smudge any makeup.
“Yes. I am going to meet him there. He’s my brothers/sisters dealer. I’m not too worried about it. Besides, you’ll be there with me.”
Your friends eyes widened as she waved her hands frantically in the air.
“Oh no no miss ma’am. This is all you. I’ll be your get away driver but I am not about to die in an ally at midnight for some good kush. Why can’t you just buy it at a licensed seller like most of us do?”
“Because,” you started, sliding your feet into your heals, “(siblings name) said this guy has the best shit known around here. I just want to see for myself.”
“Whatever you say. You look hot by the way. Maybe you’ll get it for free.” She said with a wink, handing you your purse to match your heels.
“Maybe I’ll throw on some charm then. Is this dress cleavagey enough?”
Your friend stood back, looking you up and down before nodding.
“Oh yes. If he doesn’t fuck you and give you free weed, I’m sure someone will.”
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The neon lights from the bar reflected off the puddles of water left in the street. The sidewalk traffic had dwindled down as you made your way outside the bar, checking left and right for passerby’s.
Checking your phone you noted the time.
11:58 P.M.
Your chin began to vibrate as the cool wind of the night cut right through you, making you shove your hands in your jacket pockets to pull it tight around you.
You shook your nerves away as you forced your feet towards the alleyway beside the building. It was a small walkway between the bar and the apartment complex next door, but you thanked whoever was listening for it being relatively clean.
A flicking sound made your head snap up, eyes catching the glimpse of a small flame a few yards ahead.
You slowed your pace, eyes never leaving the man that leaned against the brick wall, one leg propped against it as his hands cupped the lighter in his hand as he lit a joint that was nestled between his lips.
He didn’t look up as you stopped beside him. He took a long drawl, puffing out smoke into the air that soon filled your nose with the familiar smell.
“H-hello.” You said once you gathered the courage to speak. He was intimidating. A very large, and handsome I might add, man with his hair in a bun. His leather jacket was slightly worn and the dark circles under his green eyes seemed to deepen as he cut his eyes at you.
“Hello.” His voice was deep. Gravely. Something that any normal person would want to run away from if they heard it.
But it drew you in further, making you take another step forward, closing the gap a bit more.
“I think you have something for me.”
His left eyebrow raised at your statement. He dropped his leg down from the wall, turning to fully face you as he looked you up and down.
“There is no way you’re (siblings name)’s sister.”
It was your turn to pop your eyebrow up in question. You crossed your arms across your chest as you cocked your head to the side.
“And why do you think that?”
You didn’t miss the smirk that tugged at his lips as he eyed you up again. He took another puff if the joint as he bent down close to your face.
You felt your stomach turn at the man’s actions. You choked as you tried to swallow the nerves that were beginning to build back up again. How’s green eyes that bored into you didn’t make it any easier.
The next thing you know, smoke was blown into your face making you cough. You rubbed at the corners of your eyes to alleviate the burning.
“No reason. No reason at all. Here.”
You caught the small bag that he tossed at you with ease. Examining the contents, you furrowed your eye brows at him.
“This is more than a gram.”
“I know.” He said with a shrug. “It’s your first time. I always give a bit more than needed for the first time in everything I do.” His wink made your chest heat up, noting what was probably an innuendo.
You thanked him, shaking off his smirk as you reached for your wallet.
“Nah, don’t worry about it. Just tell your brother/sister that they owe me.”
And with that, he walked off. You stood there, mouth opening and closing like a fish as you replayed what just happened.
You knew this guys stuff was good, so why would he give it to you for free? Especially when you were doing to pay him full price.
Pulling your phone out, you dialed your siblings number as you walked back to the bar entrance.
“Yo.” They said as they answered your call.
“Hey. Your guy is weird.”
“Who? Eren?”
“Yeah.”
They chuckled, making you roll your eyes.
“What makes you think that?”
“He just gave me more than what we agreed on. And he didn’t want me to pay him.”
Silence fell over the both of you making you wonder if they were still there.
“You ther-“
“He gave it to you for free?”
You nodded as if they could see you. You hummed in reply, stopping your walk as you stood at the front window to the bar, peeking in to wave at your friend.
“Yep.”
A sigh was heard from the other end.
“I guess I’ll be paying that off….or you will.”
“Me?”
Your brother/sister hummed to answer your question.
“Yep. Eren is like that. But I’ll see if I can just pay it off for ya. No worries.”
“Thanks bestie.”
“No problemo kiddo. Talk to ya later.”
You hung up as your friend exited the bar, shaking their coat on as you smiled at them.
“Well, nice time?”
“Mhm. Very.”
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Unknown: so, did you like it?
Your eyebrows furrowed at the text that glowed on your phone screen.
You: Huh
Your phone dinged not even a second later with another text from the number.
Unknown: you know exactly what I’m talking about, Y/N. Don’t play coy.
You: Eren?
Unknown: Who else?
You rolled your eyes, taking a drag from your blunt as you opened your camera. You snapped a picture as you blew out the smoke, hooded eyes making contact with the lens. You attached the picture, sending it with your text.
You: not too bad
Eren: that’s it?
You roll your eyes, wanting to enjoy your smoke in peace. Does he want you to compliment his stuff so bad?
You: fine. It’s great. Best smoke I’ve ever had.
A minute passed before his next text. You jump up to answer, a smile creeping up your face along with your blush.
Eren: good girl. 
You turn your phone off, throwing your head back in your pillow as you put your blunt down in your tray, watching the cherry red end get snuffed out.
Your thoughts turn to the man responsible for your amazing high as your eyes grew heavy.
You bet your money his hair looks even better down. And you bet he looks good shirtless. He’s so tall and handsome….and he let you feel this good for free? What else would he do for you….
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“Erennnnnn”
It had been about four months since your first meeting with Eren and you had come to him every other week for more of his product.
Eventually, you began to pay, no longer wanting your sibling to be responsible for paying up. Eren didn’t mind waiting though. He got his money, and he got to see you. That’s all that mattered.
Your meetings became longer every time you met. He allowed you to come to his apartment for pick up now, not wanting to “risk making you sick because he’d miss seeing that pretty little face of yours” as he put it.
“You know, I’m so glad you are coming to give me even more of your money, but please stop walking right in, babe. You’re annoying.”
His comment made you roll your eyes, making it easy to brush the pet name off.
He had started calling you “babe” and “baby” recently, and it’s not that you don’t like it, hell, you love it. But, it makes it even harder for your little fantasies to stay in check.
I mean, he is a very, very gorgeous man after all.
“Mhm, you love taking my money. You love seeing me even more. Admit it.”
He crossed his arms, standing tall in front of you as he cut his eyes down at your shorter stature.
“I despise you. You’re hot, don’t get me wrong, but you’re not worth the struggle.”
You scoff as you brush past him, plopping down on the couch as you laid down.
“I’ve become your best and favorite customer. You’ll have to deal with it.”
He smirked as he came to sit on the edge of the couch beside you, leaning down as he threw an arm over the back.
His nose almost brushed yours. You didn’t miss how his eyes flicked to your lips.
“Fuck you.”
You bit your lip, fighting the urge to giggle in giddiness as you raised your leg, propping it up so it grazed his side.
“Want to?”
Eren pulled back slightly, sighing as he swallowed thickly.
He pulled himself up to stand, walking to the kitchen and disappearing behind the cabinets.
He returned moments later, a small pink bag in hand, and tossed it to you.
“There you are. Your punch card is full so you get this one free. Don’t tell (siblings name).”
“Why? What punch card?” You asked, eyebrows furrowed.
“You know, that thing stores give out. You buy so much and fill out the punch card so you get a discount? And also, I’m about to cash in a favor from (siblings name).”
You hummed in reply, sitting up and stuffing the bag into your purse.
You stood, ready to head to work. As you thanked Eren, you made your way to the door.
Once you reached for the doorknob, a hand reached out to stop you, slowly closing the door back.
“Also,” Eren’s deep voice said as he gazed down at you, “you were right.”
Your eyes flickered to the way he kicked his lips.
“About?”
He smirked, leaning his head against the wall behind him.
“You are my favorite little customer. My cutest one, too.”
You couldn’t fight the smirk that tugged at your lips as you eyed him.
“Tell me, do you give all of your customers their own little “punch card”?”
Eren shook his head, eyebrows lifted as he smiled.
“Nope. Only the good girls.” He leaned forward a bit, stooping down to meet you eye to eye. “And so far, you’re my best girl.”
This tone had shifted into a whisper. His hooded eyes beamed into yours making your knees feel weak.
Why does Eren fucking Yeager have to be so damn attractive?
You cleared your throat, adjusting your posture.
“As I should be. Like it or not, I have you wrapped around my finger, Yeager.”
The man scoffed, head tilting back as he shook it in disagreement.
“You wished, sweetheart.”
You hummed in reply, knowing that if you just asked, he’d give you what you wanted. Anything you wanted.
“We’ll see. See you later, Yeager. Don’t miss me too much.”
“Mm, what a hard job that’ll be.”
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“I personally like the gel better than acrylics. They have more shine to the- are you even listening to me?”
You were indeed not listening to your friend.
You were currently staring at your bare bank account on your phone, wondering how you allowed it to get so low.
You heard your friend take a sharp intake of breath next to you, pulling you out of your quiet panic.
“Oh, girl. What happened?”
You shook your head quickly, eyes darting around to the listed prices on the nail salon wall.
“I-I don’t know. I did have an extra car payment this month, but I thought I surely had enough to cover it and nails.”
Your friends eyes knitted together in concern as she threw an arm over your shoulder.
“Don’t worry about it. I’ll cover you this time. It’ll be payback for the coffee you bought us last week—”
“No, I could never let you do that….but I think I have an idea…”
Her eyebrow raised in question as she watched you pull up your texts, silently opening the conversation between you and your dealer.
“Eren? Your you-know-what guy?”
You nodded, nerves beginning to eat away at your idea.
“You really think he will fork up the money for nails?”
“Well, we’ve kind of become friends, so maybe? I’ve gave him a lot of my money, so he should feel a little responsible for how low my bank account is.”
Your friend chuckled, waving you on as your fingers typed out the message.
You: Hey baby
A few seconds passed before your phone vibrated.
Eren: what do you want. What’s with the name?
You: what? I’m not allowed to call you cute things back?
Eren: not saying that at all. Glad to know I’m rubbing off on you;)
You rolled your eyes at the smirk. He seems to be in a good mood, so you prepare yourself to ask.
You: of course! Btw I have a question to ask you:)
Eren: what’s up
You cracked your knuckles, ready to risk it all.
You: could you pay for my nails pretty please
After pressing send, your eyes widened. The room began to feel hot as you felt sick to your stomach. You were prepared to get blocked, and your message had been sitting on read for too long before it dinged again.
“Oh, Jesus H. Christ.”
Your friend turned to you from her phone, leaning forward to see your nervous expression.
“What?”
“He asked how much.”
Your friends eyes widened this time. A smile took over her face as she grabbed your phone, reading through the messages.
“Y/N!! You could get whatever you wanted. Now would be the time since he’s paying!”
You shook your head, dancing your fingers over the text bar as you thought of a reply.
“No…I can’t do that to him. I’ll just get the regular.”
You: it should take maybe $50? Plus tip. That’s for what I usually get.
Eren: all right. Send me your PayPal.
You sent him your PayPal and turned to your friend.
“He’s sending me $50! I can get my nails done!”
You both cheered quietly as you were called to a chair.
As the minutes passed, you both made your way to the front to pay. You pulled out your phone to check your PayPal to see if the transaction went through.
However, you weren’t expecting to find what you saw.
Eren hadn’t sent you the $50.
No.
He sent you $250 with a note attached.
“Treat yourself with the rest, sweetheart?!”
You jumped at your friends voice that came from behind you as she read out the message Eren sent with the money.
“Geez! You scared the shit out of me!”
“If you do not fuck this man, I will gladly do it for you. What the hell?? He is wrapped around your finger!”
You felt something bubble inside of you. You had just told him you had him wrapped around your finger. He denied it, yet he just sent you $250.
Your friend grabbed your phone, accepting the payment for you and handed you your phone back.
“Well, what should we do now? You have some more money to spend.”
“No! I’m sending the rest back after I tip. I’m not taking all of that. He sent way too much.”
“You literally spend hundreds on his stuff sometimes. What’s wrong with taking a little back?”
Your eyebrows furrowed as you paid, turning to your friend in slight annoyance.
“He’s a good guy. He’s trying to make a living too. I can’t take that money from him.”
“Fineeeee. I understand. Anything else you see that you want today though, I’m buying it. No take backs.”
You smiled as you linked arms, walking out the salon door.
Once you reached your friends car, you pulled your phone out again, sending the rest of the money you didn’t use back to Eren.
Not even a minute passes by when you felt your phone vibrate with a notification.
You hit the notification, opening PayPal again as you read the message.
Payment Declined
You found the smile that pulled at the corner of your lips.
That damn Eren Yeager.
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Eren: I’m having a party. Come.
The text was short and to the point. No further explanation given. But, you didn’t need one. You were going.
So there you were, walking up the stairs to his apartment because the elevator was broken, in your docs praying that you make it to Eren’s floor before you break a sweat and pass out.
You rounded the corner of your last flight, coming to a stop as you saw the form standing against the railing.
“Well, hello there.”
You took a moment to catch your breath before speaking a “hello” in reply.
The man was large. Very large. Blonde hair and honey hazel eyes with scruff that accented his smirk.
“I’m Reiner. Nice to meet ya. I take it you’re here for Eren’s party?”
You nodded as you stepped up the flight of stairs, now coming face to chest with the man.
“Y/N. And yes I am.”
“Well, Y/N, how about I show you the way?”
You didn’t say you knew the way. You just followed along, not bothering to shake off his arm that wrapped around your waist.
He was cute, so why the hell not?
As you arrived to apartment 845, you could hear the sound of Lo Fi music streaming through chatter and laughing.
Turning the doorknob, you showed yourselves in, Reiner escorting you through the cloud of smoke that hung in the air.
“Hey, guys! I found us another friend.” Reiners booming voice made heads turn your direction, making everyone cheer as they welcomed you in.
“And who might you be?”
“Jean, don’t make a move on the new girl. Let her get comfortable before you try to sleep with her.”
The one you assumed was Jean protested. “Sasha, what the hell? I just wanted to ask her her name!”
“Mhm. Well, what is your name, hon?”
You smiled, reaching out to meet Sasha’s fist bump with your own.
“Y/N. Her name is Y/N.”
Everyone’s head turned along with yours. The voice came from Eren who sat in a hammock hung in the corner of the room. A joint hung between his lips as he took a puff, blowing smoke that clouded his hooded eyes that held anger as he eyed you.
“Ooooo Eren, is she your girlfriend?” A boy with short grey hair asked, wiggling his eyes at the two of you.
Eren snorted, taking the joint between two fingers as he pulled it out of his mouth so he could stand. He walked over to you, eyes glaring at Reiner as he took the joint, holding it to your lips. A hand came up to wrap around the back of your head, holding you in place as you took a drag.
“Nah,” he said, licking his lips as he pulled you away from Reiner’s arm around your waist, “she’s my best customer.”
The joint lit up cherry red as you took a drag, eyes never leaving Eren’s as the group of people cheered you on and chorused “ooo’s” and “ah’s”.
Eren smirked as he bent his neck down to look at you, watching the smoke seep through your lips. You blew the smoke out, feeling your chest flutter as he sucked the smoke in his mouth.
Reiner chuckled as he backed up. He made his way to the rug where the others sat in a group.
You pulled your gaze away from Eren, swallowing the lump in your throat. You felt your cheeks burning, head already feeling light from the deep drag.
“Okay, you two, either get a room or come join the party.”
You giggle as you go to sit by the girl named Sasha. Eren sat across from you beside the blonde boy. Introductions were quickly made as you greeted everyone.
An hour passes as everyone makes small talk and smokes, all wanting to get to know more about you.
“Okay! Enough talk. We should play a game.” Sasha said from beside you.
“A game?” Mikasa and Jean ask at the same time.
“Yeah! Like would you rather or truth or dare. I could be fun.”
You heard a few groans as the others protested.
“Well- I think it could be fun.”
All heads turned to you as you spoke, a few smiling.
“Well there you have it. If new girl wants to do it, we do it. Let’s play truth or dare.” Armin said. “Annie, start us off.”
“Fine. Reiner, truth or dare.”
The buff man straightened his posture, taking a big sigh as he answered “truth”.
“Did you plan on going home with Y/N when you first came in with her?”
“I-I,” the man stuttered as he side eyed you.
“C’mon. You have to answer truthfully. I’ll go get the tequila if you don’t.”
Reiner swallowed thickly at Annie’s threat. Everyone giggled, leaning forward in anticipation.
“Yes.”
Connie and Sasha threw themselves back cackling as they tipped over bowls of snack foods.
“I knew it! You had your arm around her and everything! Sorry about that hunk, Y/N. He’s goofy as hell.”
You chuckled at Connie’s comment, shuddering when you felt a cold stare from across the room. Turning your gaze, you met eyes with green ones. Eren was mad. It was written all over him. But, what about? He didn’t have a claim over you. You were his favorite customer, who cares about some little game of confessions?
Reiner cleared his throat, wiping the sweat off his face to clear his nerves so he could get the attention off of his embarrassment.
“Jean, truth or dare?”
“Dare.”
“I dare you to give Mikasa a lap dance.”
“If you want to keep your fingers, you’ll chose a different dare.”
Everyone chuckled at Mikasa’s threat, but someone didn’t.
Your gaze shifted back to Eren. His eyes never left you. He was staring right at you as he took another drag from his joint. The cherry red. Light flickered as it threatened to go out.
You tried and failed to focus on the game, your attention fully on Eren now. The soft smile that tugged at his lips mirrored your own as the chatter faded.
“Eren, truth or dare.”
You both turned your heads to Connie who sat rocking with anticipation.
“Dare. I’m not a pussy.”
“Connie’s dares are always the craziest.” You nodded as Sasha whispered this to you. You felt a spark of excitement in you as well.
“I dare you….” Connie looked around the room, eyes wandering as they slowly met yours, a smirk forming on his lips as he did.
“I dare you to do 7 minutes in heaven with Y/N.”
“Fine.”
Eren didn’t even give you a moment to protest. You’re not even sure you fully registered the situation before he caught your wrist in his hand and pulled you up, half dragging you to the closet down the hall. Before you know it, you’re falling into winter jackets, blankets and a broom inside the closet as Eren closes the door behind you both. The sound of a click was heard from outside as someone locked the door, walking away to give you both privacy.
“Well….this is nice.”
Eren sighed as he leaned against the wall across from you. His eyes bore into you once again, eyebrows furrowed as he looked you up and down.
“Nice outfit. Your mom dress you?”
“No. Yours did.”
He chuckled slightly as he shook his head.
“You’re insufferable, you know that?”
You furrowed your brows at him this time, folding your arms across your chest as you sized him up.
“If I’m so insufferable, why’d you invite me to YOUR party and agree to do this stupid dare with me?”
He but the inside of his cheek, raising a hand to card his fingers through his hair as he took a step closer to you.
“Because as insufferable and annoying as you are, I enjoy having you around. And I guess you’re alright.”
You’re not sure if it’s the fog in your brain or the closeness between you both, but you started to drift closer to him. The both of you taking small steps forward to close the gap between you two.
“I’m alright?”
“Yeah. And I’m this light, you’re kinda cute.”
“…..it’s almost pitch black darkness in here….”
“I said what I said.”
You groaned as you twisted away from him.
“You know, you can almost be so sweet sometimes. Then you’re just a big jerk—”
Your sentence was cut off as his lips met yours, a heated kiss burning on your lips.
Eren hummed as he slowly slid a hand up your arm, brushing your hair behind your ear as it cupped the back of your head. The other arm wrapped around your waist, gripping to your top tightly as he pulled you flush against his chest.
You moaned quietly as he pulled away from the kiss, green eyes meeting yours for a moment before he planted another chaste kiss to your lips, then proceeding to kiss across your jaw and down your neck.
“Shhhh. Not that I care, but we do have some guests outside.” Eren said as he bit your collarbone, placing a light kiss on the exposed skin.
“Fuck it. Let them hear.”
A smirk tugged at his lips as he knelt down on the floor before you.
“Gladly.”
Before the word was even out of his mouth, he was lifting up your skirt, putting his head underneath as his fingers pinched at the plush skin of your thighs.
You yelped, throwing a hand over your mouth as you felt his warm tongue lick a stripe up your underwear, his nimble fingers pulling at them to push the fabric aside. He sucked the material right wear your clit was, making you lift your hips to meet his face. A dark chuckle rattled in his throat, sending vibrations through you.
Once he pushed the fabric out of the way, you gasped as he licked a long stripe once again on your bare cunt.
“Oh fuck, Eren!” You whispered as he groaned, toying his tongue across your clit.
His mouth was relentless as it licked and sucked every part between your legs. You welcomed the bruising grip he had on your thighs and hips as you neared your release.
His mouth popped as he pulled it off of you for a moment, bringing two of his fingers into his mouth to wet them. He prodded at your entrance, admiring the slick shine and puckering hole as you welcomed his fingers.
He smiled at the noises he pulled from you, relishing in the sounds of pleasure that only he could pull from you.
“Good girl.” He whispered as he placed a kiss to your sensitive clit. You jumped slightly at the contact, bringing a hand down to grip his hair, slightly tugging it as you grinder your hips to meet his face and pace.
“So close. I’m so close, ‘Ren.”
He kept his pace as he licked your slit, devouring as much of your juices as he could.
As you came, a hand came up to your mouth as you bit into your palm to silence your moans. Your thighs tightened around his head and hand as they shook, spasming through the shocks of pleasure coursing through your nerves.
“Atta girl. Good fucking girl.” Eren’s praise had you throwing your head back, no longer worried about concealing your moans as they escaped your lips.
Eren pulled his head up, taking in your worn out form as he chuckled, bringing his fingers to his mouth to suck them clean.
“That was….wow.” You managed to say through pants as you tried to catch your breath.
“mm. I know. You taste good.”
You smacked his arm, sitting up as he pulled at your hand.
Just as you went to speak again, the door to the closet was thrown open. Eren moved in front of you, shielding you from prying eyes from the group stood outside the door.
“Well, your seven minutes have been up for a while. You guys done? Or should I reset the timer?” Jean asked in annoyance.
Eren rolled his eyes, pulling you to your feet as he pushed the others back towards the apartment entrance.
“Actually, how about you all go home. I’m going to need a bit more than seven minutes for this and I’m sure you guys don’t want to stick around for it.”
The group groaned as they picked their things up on their way out the door, some poking fun at the two of you and others shouting at you to “get some” already.
Once the door was locked, Eren was pulling you once again, down the hall further than you’ve ever been in his apartment. You came to his bedroom, illuminated by a lamp with blue lights.
You didn’t have much time to look around before he had you sprawled out on cotton sheets.
His face hovered above yours, noses brushing each other’s.
“You’re okay with this?”
“Please shut up and keep going, ‘Ren.”
Before you knew it, clothes were being thrown across the room and in the floor. Eren was licking and biting every surface of skin revealed as stripped you.
Once he stripped his underwear, his cock sprang free, leaking tip almost a cherry red as it bounced in anticipation.
“Ready?”
“Ready.”
The head of his cock pushed at your entrance, stretching your hole as he moaned at the warmth.
Once he had slid all the way in, you felt your walls flutter, pulling a deep groan from Eren’s throat. He rested his head on your chest, delivering kisses and small bites to your breasts as he pinched at your hips again.
His hand ghosted over your thigh, bending your leg as he wrapped his arm around your thigh and calf to press it up for better access.
You bucked your hips, begging for him to start moving. He sat out with a slow pace, slowly dragging the length of his thick cock out and in, drawing moans from you as your nails dug into his shoulders.
“Fuck, why didn’t we do this sooner.”
You chuckled as his hips became frantic, thrusting into you at a bruising pace.
“I’m insufferable, remember?” It was his turn to chuckle as he planted a kiss on your lips, hips bucking into yours as he moaned into your mouth.
Both of your highs had worn off, cloudy minds now clear as you reveled in the pleasure that coursed through your bodies.
Ain’t no way y’all are forgetting this moment.
Your highs approached quickly. Your body began to burn with need as you wrapped your legs around Eren’s hips, clinging on to his body as he kept his pace. He buried his face into your neck, planting sloppy kisses and silencing his delicious sounds.
Your walls tightened around him as you came, freezing his thrusts. He groaned at the increase in pressure on his dick, his own body shuttering as he pulled out, painting the outside of your pussy and the inside of your thighs with his load.
He crashed on top of you, head buried in your chest as you both melted into each other. Heavy breathing filled the room, replacing the sound of skin to skin slapping.
Once you had both calmed down, your hand came up to brush at his hair. You pulled it out of his face and drug your nails through it, pulling a soft mewl from him as his eyes fluttered open to meet yours.
“That feels good. Like a drug. You’re like my own personal drug.”
You smiled at his sleepy words, heart fluttering at his gentle tone and how soft he looked. You had never seen him look so innocent.
“Let’s keep this cherried then. I kind of like this.”
Synopsis: Falling in love when you live a life full of uncertainties isn’t always the best idea. But you’ve followed Eren this far and loved him for this long. He may be the worlds enemy, but does he really have to be yours too? Inspired by Adele’s song Love In the Dark Bc I love her and the angsty vibes suit Eren so well. Expect a Levi version.
Warning: 18+ content and mentions of blood. If you like angsty smut, this is for you:)
Your question caught Armin off guard. He turns his head to see you as you remained looking up at the starry sky above. A light breeze blew the hair out of your face, revealing watery eyes and furrowed brows.
“You mean Eren?”
You nodded in reply, not daring to look away from the night sky.
“I think he is. He’s strong and determined. His letters haven’t given us any reason to believe he’s not okay, right?”
You scoffed at the thought of the letters Eren had been sending. They were filled with orders and information about Marley, not on his well-being. You missed him. You didn’t want to admit it out loud, but you needed him.
“Yeah. You’re right. He’s fine and we are going to see him soon.”
Armin nodded as he shifted closer, throwing an arm across your shoulders and pulling your head to rest against his.
The day would finally come when you’d see him again.
You stood atop a building adjacent from where the Warhammer Titan stood tall, its hardened material piercing Eren’s Attack Titan through the chest.
You watched from above as Eren pulled free from inside the Titans shell and directed his vision upwards, meeting your hardened gaze.
Your expression remained stoic and calm, as did his. Relief settled in your core as you sat eyes on him for the first time in months, your heart screamed at you to reach out to him. However, something deep within screamed at you to leave. To walk away.
But his eyes….
If only he’d look away so you could.
“Y/N, you have a clear view of the Warhammer?” Jean asked as he landed beside you on the roof.
You shook your arm, feeling the weight of the Thunder Spear that made your muscles burn. Your vision tore away from Eren, your focus now locking in on the Titan standing ahead. You squinted your eyes, lifting an arm to get the nape in your sights.
“I do. But, something isn’t right about this. Look.” You pointed to the ground below the Titan, bring attention to the vein like cords that connected to the foot of the Titan and stretched underground.
Jean nodded before he jumped to stand on the edge of the roof.
“I see. Take your aim anyway. Go.”
You nodded as he zipped away, leaving you to stand on the edge as he did. You readied your spear and jumped off the edge, realizing your ODM gear hooks and soaring towards the Titan.
Lifting your arm, you closed one eye as you looked down the spear, getting the nape directly in your sights before you released it, perfectly sinking it into the nape with great force. You pulled the pin, waiting for some kind of reaction and grit your teeth in annoyance when you realized your intuition was correct.
“Dammit, Jean. Now I’ve wasted a Thunder Spear.”
A burning sensation in your right arm brought your attention away from your frustration. You winced when you moved it and saw a deep, four inch gash oozing blood down your uniform and soaking the black material.
You held your breath as you climbed into the airship after Jean, rolling on your side as you made it inside and releasing the air you held. Your eyes shut for a moment, relishing in the feeling of safety when footsteps stepped by your head. A foot gently nudged your unhurt arm, making you open your eyes in a squint.
“Oi, let me take you to get that looked at.”
You took Floch’s outstretched hand, allowing him to pull you up.
He cheered with the other soldiers as he made a path for you, bringing you to the metal door on the other end of the ship.
Once it was opened, your eyes met his. You froze in place, blood dripping from your fingers to the wooden panels beneath your feet.
“Y/N,” Eren’s words mumbled out through pale, emotionless lips. His eyes traveled from your face to the wound and down to the dripping blood on the floor.
He rose to his feet, face remaining stoic and unbothered.
“Let me help y-”
“No,” you adjusted your posture as you cut him off. “I don’t need your help. Don’t bother. Just sit back down, Eren.”
“But, you’re arm-”
“I don’t need your help. I. Don’t. Need. Your. Help.”
Your assertive tone had the entire rooms attention on you. Everyone stopped their movement and directed their eyes at you. The quiet drips of blood thumping against the wood being the only sound along with the hum of the ship.
You didn’t miss the glint of hurt in his eyes at your words. How could you? It was like looking at a kicked puppy. But, sometimes it’s easier to be cruel rather than show kindness.
“Connie?”
You hadn’t realized the boy had been standing behind you. You were so focused on Eren that you failed to feel the boy’s presence.
You watched as a tear fell down his cheek, fear clouding his eyes as he stared straight ahead.
“It’s Sasha. She’s dead.”
Heat took over your body, making you forget the dizziness in your head from the loss of blood. You heard someone mumbling behind you as Connie answered, but it was just background noise that couldn’t be heard over the ringing in your ears.
One of your best friends was…. dead?
You froze as laughter was heard from behind you. Slowly turning, your eyebrows furrowed as your eyes welled up with tears. Hot, angry tears that boiled over like an overflowing kettle.
“Eren…you’re a monster.”
His laughter died down at your words, eyes meeting yours, once again filled with hurt.
Like you thought, it’s easier to be cruel than to be kind.
Eren had grabbed you from behind, pulling you into an empty room outside the room filled with holding cells where his Jeagerist friends resided.
You stumbled into the desk as he tossed you inside. Wincing at the impact, you grit your teeth as you looked up at him.
“What do you want?”
He leaned against the door in front of you, leaving an infinite amount of space between you both. You felt so far away from him. You wanted to reach out to him. To hold him. Kiss him.
But, you wanted to hate him. Needed to hate him.
“Like I said. I want to talk.”
“Then talk,” you replied, folding your arms across your chest.
Eren leaned his head against the door behind him, looking down at you through hooded eyes.
You took in his appearance.
How dare he look so handsome.
His hair was pulled back into a messy bun, stray hairs perfectly framing his beautiful face. The frown he wore usually had pulled up into a soft smile on one end as he sized you up.
“I missed you.”
You swallowed at his words. The thick lump in your throat caught. You felt sick.
“You did.” It wasn’t a question. It was a statement. You didn’t believe him. How could you? He was so focused on bringing down the people on the other side of the ocean, so how could you believe he had time to miss you?
“I did. You know I love you. I meant every word I said those years ago.”
You remembered that day. Of course you did. You replayed that memory over and over for the first few months Eren left you behind. But, months turned into a year. You never heard from him. Never saw him. You tried to be strong and brave, but your heart wasn’t in it anymore.
He just left you in the dark. Never mentioned that day or those words again for years. Not until now.
You needed to move on.
“I…can’t…love you, Eren. Not anymore. I know what you plan to do-”
“It’s for the best, Y/N! I’m doing this for you. For Mikasa and Armin. For our future….don’t you want that? A future with all the love and happiness you deserve?”
The sickness settled in your stomach now. Maybe at one time you would have dropped everything and said yes. Deep down, you still wanted to. You didn’t want to live without him, but you needed to.
“Eren,”
“You called me a monster.”
His words cut you off in a hurt tone. He tried to mask them with a bitter smile, but his glossy eyes didn’t hide the disbelief that you would ever say something to him like that.
“I did. I’m sorry.”
“You’re probably right. I am a monster to some people. But I truly am doing all of this for you. I love you. I want you to live a long, happy life. One without-”
“One without you?” The bitterness in your tone cut him off this time. You glared up at him with burning eyes, causing his chest to burn.
“Yes.”
“I should. I should live my life far from you. You’re going to hurt me, and everyone else in your wake of you do what you’re about to do. Your friends, your family, your people…by staying around you, we will only know pain.”
Eren visibly deflated at your words. He knew he was hurting you, but he was hurting too. He needed you much more than you needed him.
“Don’t. Don’t say anymore. No more fighting. Just please let me kiss you. I need to before…before….” His words drifted off. You know what he was going to say. You knew what he needed to say before he carried out his mission.
You reached your hands towards him, cradling his face between your hands.
“Okay.”
You did let him kiss you.
Your lips met his in a perfect kiss like two puzzle pieces. You molded together, holding each other close as if the other would be ripped away at any moment.
And it was true. Either one of you could be ripped away at any moment. Eren was destined for death, whether it be the end of his term, or dying in the hands of a determined soldier. You knew this would be the last time you did this.
His hands found their way to the back of your thighs as he lifted, allowing you to jump slightly as he plopped you on the empty desk behind you.
You spread your thighs, grabbing the collar of his jacket as you pulled him into you, slotting him between your legs as you brushed your nose against his, lips barely grazing each other.
“I can’t tell you I love you.”
Eren swallowed, leaning forward to rest his head against yours.
“I know. It’s okay.”
His words were cut short as you pulled him into another kiss, tears burning in your eyes, threatening to spill over as you moaned into his mouth.
His name left your lips as he lurched forward, grabbing onto your hips as his hips met yours. His hard on poked at your core, begging for more friction. A groan left his lips as he kissed you again, silencing his noises with your mouth.
Your legs twisted around his hips, bringing him impossibly closer as he kissed down your jaw to your exposed neck. Reaching the collar of your white button up, he reached a hand up to undo your buttons.
After undoing the top two, he paused, pulling back slightly to look at you, eyes shifting between each of yours.
“Is this okay?” His question fell on almost deaf ears as you nodded frantically, desperate to feel more of him. Your eyes remained on his puffy lips, silently begging for him to put them on you again.
“Eren, please. I need more.”
He chuckled as he leaned forward, planting a quick kiss to your lips.
His hands worked all your buttons, moving down to your pants as his lips made their way to your chest.
Your back arched as he kissed your breasts, your hands playing with the loose hairs at the nape of his neck.
Quick fingers pulled your pants down, his following soon after along with his shirt. He left your button up on and undone, eyes admiring the old bra you wore. He thought about how cute it was. How cute you were. How unbelievably beautiful the woman he loved had grown to be.
“I love you.”
Those words he whispered to you as he slowly pushed inside you made your heart do flips.
We’re you using him? Did the think you were using him? He loved you, and you refused to say it back.
You didn’t love him, right?
Right?
But every thrust he delivered, every kiss he placed so delicately to your burning skin made you want to cry.
His pace was relentless, sweet praises leaving his lips.
“You’re so beautiful. You feel so good, Y/N. God, I love you.”
“I—”
No.
No, no. You couldn’t say it. You didn’t want to admit it.
You bit your lip, tears pricked your eyes again. Both from the pain and the words Eren spoke. And the words your couldn’t…wouldn’t speak.
His pace quickened as he pushed deeper, causing your legs to tighten around his waist. He placed kisses all over your face, no plan or pattern to his actions. He just needed to kiss every inch of that beautiful face.
“I’m so close.”
He hummed at your words, keeping his pace and reaching a hand down to rub your clit with his thumb, his other four fingers pressing into your stomach to feel himself.
He leaned into you further, lips brushing yours as his other hand gripped your chin, bringing your eyes to his.
“Let go, my love.”
You did as he commanded. Your body melted at the feeling, his body collapsing on top of yours as he reached his high as well.
Once the relentless sounds of moans and slapping skin ceased, the only sounds that filled the room were from you both panting and the creaky floor beneath Eren’s feet.
Your thighs refused to let him go. At least, you blamed it on your thighs.
And whether it be post-high syndrome or the fact that you knew something big was coming, you couldn’t deny your heart and brain that were screaming at you along with your aching core.
“Eren.”
You cradled his face yet again, allowing a single tear to fall from your tired eyes.
“I love you too.”
A smirk tugged at his lips, bringing life back to those sparkling, green, puppy dog eyes.
Thank you all so much for reading! I hope I executed this idea well and I hope you all enjoyed it.
Also holy shit thank you for 990 followers??? That’s like…almost 1000….. I am so so thankful for you all and I love you guys. Thank you for all the support you have shown me. You are all so wonderful❤️
AN:This is a very late bday fic for my beloved friend, @erenyaygirl.
Synopsis:Eren comes home after a rough night at the bar with Jean. Unable to see him in such a state you decide to tend to his wounds… among other things… I’m talking about his dick.
Word count:1.8k
Warnings: F!bodied reader, injuries, blood, drugs (weed), dubcon (Eren’s high), mentions of alcohol, biting, a little sadomasochism, rough sex, pet names (baby), no plot because who the fuck needs that shit?
“So what exactly happened?” You asked as Eren trudged through the door of your apartment.
He hung his head, attempting to obscure his battered face. The lengthy sigh he let out filled the room with his exhaustion. You took a few steps closer to him while he dropped his keys on the floor. The metal colliding with the tile flooring destroyed any semblance of serenity once held in your home. You pulled him into a hug and he let out a pleased hum. His arms snaked around your waist and he held you close. The remnants of weed smoke and vetiver cologne filled your nose.
“Jean…” He said, tone dripping with subdued exasperation.
“What did he do?” You asked.
It was so hard to hide your desperate curiosity. You loved hearing about the inner workings of his social circle.
“He was mainlining adios motherfuckers all night.”
“What did he do? Black out and kick your ass?”
Eren chuckled. “You honestly think Jean could kick my ass?”
“Maybe. Jean does look like the kind of guy to hulk out when he drinks.”
“You’re breaking my heart.”
You rubbed his back, each pat radiating affection.
“I’m kidding. Jean could never kick your ass.”
“He could, but it’s fine.” Eren dropped his arms and released you from his grip. “Can I tell you about it while you clean me up?”
You were finally granted a full view of his face. His right cheek was a strawberry scrape and showed the beginnings of a bruise. His bottom lip was split. The blood exuded from the cut had dried, leaving behind a swatch of maroon. What stood out the most was the fresh blood dripping from his right nostril. You took him by the hand and led him into the bathroom. He sat down on the toilet and held his head in his hands, obscuring his face once more.
“Here,” you said, handing him a tissue.
He rolled it up and stuck it up his leaking nose.
“Thanks,” he mumbled, trying in vain to wriggle out of his pants.
You had little desire to see your beloved struggle. You kneeled before him and tugged at the jeans, peeling them off. A happy “phew” flew past his bloodied lip.
You grabbed all your first aid supplies and organized them on the ridge of the sink.
“Gimme the details.”
Eren sighed. “Jean decided to hit on every girl at the bar.”
You prepped a cotton ball with alcohol. “Every girl?”
“Maybe not every single girl, but he hit on every girl that had the shit luck of making eye contact with him.”
“Oh no. He was thatguy.”
“Yeah,” he groaned. “The last one he bothered was with her boyfriend on a date. I tried to tell him! But he wouldn’t listen. He was convinced it was because I wanted to fuck her. I even brought you up!”
“Aww!”
Eren ignored your little remark.
“Fuck. And you know what,” he said, tone bristling with repressed rage. “I wasn’t gonna say anything because Jean was drunk and I don’t even care about what that horsefaced shitdick thinks. But fuck it! He thinks you’re too good for me! Did you know that?”
You swiped his cheek with the cotton pad. A little squeak crawled up Eren’s throat as the alcohol came into contact with his scrape.
“Sorry,” you said softly.”
He looked at you with sad, tired puppy dog eyes, red rimmed from the blunt he shared with Historia and Ymir earlier in the evening.
“‘s okay,’ he mumbled.
His posture grew rounder, softer. A chiropractor would likely have a shit fit had they seen such a shoulder slump but not you. No, even with the little info available you were able to surmise Eren’s immense need to decompress. Why pick on him about his posture when he was already battered and bruised?
You suppressed the urge to tease him and crawled into his lap, straddling him. His Grecian body radiated a pleasant warmth. It felt like home. You brushed a few locks of hair away from his face and gave him a quick peck on the forehead.
“I actually wasn’t aware of that. You know why?” You asked.
“Hm?”
“Because it’s not true. I’m definitely shitty enough to be with you.”
“You have such a way with words,” he groaned as you tended to him. “Anyway, the girl’s boyfriend was pissed to say the least and tried to drag Jean outside the bar by his collar. It all happened so fast I—ouch! If I had been a little quicker…” Eren’s voice trailed off.
His viridescent eyes were pinched shut as you dabbed his face with another cotton ball imbibed with alcohol. Your touch, while gentle, felt like hundreds of needles pricking the apple of his cheek. It was a pain you were familiar with. You tried to be gentle yet thorough. Though each muted moan and wince from Eren made your clit pulse.
“Did the guy fight Jean?”
“He tried. But I got in between them. I thought I talked everyone down but out of nowhere the boyfriend must have heard a sleeper word because he ran at me and punched me in the face twice. The last one sent me into the wall which is why my cheek is all scratched up.”
“What a loser. Did you hit him back?”
Eren half-smirked. “No. Too high for that shit. I was more concerned about not breaking my phone and getting home in one piece. When I saw an out, I took off running.”
“Nooooo. What about Jean?”
The brunette giggled. “Just kidding. I took his phone and got him a Lyft. I did have to push him inside it, but I’m sure everything worked out.”
You couldn’t help but think about Jean fighting his way out of the car in desperate search for unsuspecting women to hit on. You snickered at the thought. Eren placed his hands on the small of your back.
“What’re you laughin’ about?”
“Nothing,” you said, rocking your hips slightly.
His green gaze was penetrating. Even the haze of weed and head trauma couldn’t dull it. Eren’s desire took precedence over all. It was an unrelenting force. You stroked his uninjured cheek.
“Does it hurt? Does it ache at all?”
“Yeah, but I think I know what will make it feel better.”
You rolled your eyes. “And what exactly would that be?”
Eren pressed his semi hard cock against your clothed cunt. He rocked his hips a little, eyes fixed on you, awaiting your reaction. You put your hands on his shoulders and slowly dragged them down his chest, his muscles taut against your palms. You smirked, reciprocated the pressure he provided by grinding up against him.
You pressed your lips against his and sucked lightly on his swollen bottom lip. The metallic taste of blood linger on your tongue as Eren let out a pained groan. He pulled away, betrayal fell upon his face.
“Sorry,” you demurred. “I couldn’t help myself.”
“Alright, enough of that. Get up.”
You slid off of his body. He stood up and tossed you over his shoulder with a swiftness you didn’t think his stoned self was capable of. He carried you to the bedroom and tossed you onto the bed.
“Undress.”
You laid there, unmoving.
Eren sighed. “Undress… please?”
“‘kay.”
You eagerly stripped off your clothes and presented your naked body to him. He followed your lead and disrobed, leaving his clothes in a heap on the floor.
He crawled onto the bed, his ardor riddled gaze fixed on yours. His cock was tumescent, the tip pink and leaking precum. You longed to tongue the tip and savor the sweetness seeping out. He wrapped his hand around the length of his erection and stroked, leaving it slick and glistening.
You spread your legs and draped your arms over his shoulders and ran your hands down his muscled back, dragging your nails along the way. A pained groan fell from his lips. Your hands stopped on the apex of his ass and dug your fingertips into the delicate flesh.
“Too much?” You whispered in his ear.
“It’s fine,” he replied through a clenched jaw.
You gripped his cheeks harder as he slid his cock into your cunt. Eren’s hunger for pain embedded ecstasy into your existence. His hands roamed your body before one found its way to your swollen clit. His thumb encircled it, applying a hint of pressure as he drove his cock further inside you.
The muscles of Eren’s ass tightened as he bottomed out, his balls slapping up against your writhing body. Your fingers dug deeper into his skin, relishing in every groan that grew from the depths of his throat.
“Does it hurt?”
“Ye—yeah it does.”
“Good,” you growled. “That’s what I want to hear.”
You nipped at his neck and ran your tongue along the length of it. The piquant taste of his sweat dancing across your tastebuds. You wanted to lick him clean, get rid of all the sweat, blood, and stress that afflicted his evening. Eren deserved to be worshiped after the fuckery he waded through… Though he’d have to suffer a bit more.
“Shit!” He cried out as you proceeded to bite him.
Your eyes held an impish glint as he pushed your face away from him. He held you down by the shoulders and thrust into you like you were nothing more than a nameless hole. You missed having his thumb pressing on your clit, but this was nothing to complain about. You were on the verge of coming undone regardless.
“‘Ren—fuck—I’m close.”
Eren was silent, too focused on his cock touching your cervix to respond. You cupped his face in your hands and kissed him gently. He welcomed the tenderness even if it took him by surprise. His hips skipped a beat and a trickle of cum entered your cunt. It felt as if the warmth was traveling through your veins, engulfing every inch of your body. Your breathing labored and you struggled to articulate your needs. You wanted to tell Eren how good his cock felt inside you, how happy you were that he was okay, and how badly you wanted to suck on his split lip.
You cried out his name as he pounded his cock into you, the tip now slamming into your cervix. Your body quivered under the weight of his and you felt as if you were ascending.
Eren held you close as your orgasm peaked, whispering the sweetest of words within your ears.
“That feel good, baby? You deserve it after taking such good care of me.”
“E—even though I made you blee—”
A breathy moan interrupted your sentence much to Eren’s enjoyment. He laughed and pulled his cock out, jerking off and aiming his tip at your stomach. He shut his eyes tight as a stream of pearlescent cum coated your skin. He hopped off the bed and grabbed the shirt he had been wearing previously. He wiped away his mess and gazed lovingly at you.
“I could use a shower. Join me?”
“Y—”
He cut you off. “You don’t have a choice.”
“Why ask me then?”
“… Due diligence?”
“I—I don’t think that’s what that means but… alright.”
WARNINGS ⚠︎ manipulation, toxicity, taboo, gangbang/train, professor(s) x student, double penetration, oral (m.receiving), unprotected sex, bukkake, sir kink.
PAIRINGS ♥︎↝ prof!jean, prof!connie, prof!niccolo x f!reader. reader is at least 19+ and attends college.
SYNOPSIS♥︎↝it seems your three favorite professors all have something in common; they have an eye for you as their top student in class. but when your hidden secrets with them is suddenly exposed, you never expected your valentines to end up with all three of them in your guts.
WORD COUNT ♥︎↝ 4,100
NOTES ♥︎↝ this is for @haruchiyo’svalentines collab ! that one clip of jean, connie, and niccolo all together had me in a chokehold so i thought of writing a hot ass smut featuring them. wish all my lovelies a very slutty valentines <33
Lying is the most fun a girl could have.
It’s the best way to get whatever you wanted from men nowadays. Deceiving them into thinking your heart belongs to them and expressing how madly you’re “in love” with them. The college boys you’ve encountered hunt for one of two things; chasing a woman’s heart or carrying their mission. They make women as their trophy when she’s worthy of their reputation, or they finally settle down with what their heart longed for.
Oh, how managed to play well on both things.
It’s quite amusing to see how far you’ve come, having three different men wrapped around your finger. Specifically your professors. You know the game you’re playing is dangerous. You know what’s bound to come if the truth unfolds. But how could you resist the outcomes that feed your precious little ego? The pleasure, the rewards, the entertainment, the feeling of being desired and loomed over… All you had to do was blind your target with your radiance, stimulate their mind until their obsession over you worsens, and achieve your satisfaction out of it.
All it is to you is just innocent fun, a road paved to your entertainment and delight. Driving the dangerous wheels ‘till you break more than one broken heart. You believed that men were just so easy to toy around with. So easy to toy around with until you get bored.
The first man was your law professor; Connie Springer. Such questionable grades you had in his class lead to small conference periods and then tutoring sessions. He was curious. Way too curious. It took him one peak on your personal life, a fake narrative you made up of your struggle in college and at home. Though Professor Connie was skeptical of your made-up sob story, he was intrigued of you deep down. Taking you in, invading his mind everytime he sees you in class. It wasn’t until those discussions escalated; nonstop praising you for being a good, obedient girl for him during tutoring sessions.
“You were making it so obvious you wanted me to fuck you exactly like this. Bent over my desk just for me to ruin your pretty pussy… I’ll release all my stress out on you.”
You take thrill of how easy it was having him wrapped around your finger. It was a rocky process along the way, to fully convince the smart man that you feel the same way he does about you. And you finally got what you desired; the beautiful rewards. Good grades, a place for being his top student, and hardcore sex with him in his office after class. It’s just a fun game for you to play with his mind and feelings to get what you want.
Of course, you grew bored of just one man looming over you. You needed more. You needed the fulfillment and ego boost of playing with a man’s feelings for your own pleasure. It wasn’t until the second man, your culinary professor— Niccolo— was also enticed by you.
It’s fascinating to know there are various ways to win a man’s heart. One is through his stomach, and Niccolo’s absolute weakness is a woman who can cook well and bake sweets. Niccolo’s observed your culinary skills, slowly growing tantalized and captivated by not only the food you made, but by you. He was a good looking man to you, even treats you like you’re already his top student in class. To return his attention, you would leave special treats for him after class with a little note.
“Oh, baby… You taste so sweet. Grind on my tongue. Show me how much bad you wanna cum.”
Sweet treats and flirty little notes had lead to special “cooking sessions” with him after class. Sometimes you’d suck him off. Sometimes he’d let you lie on the counter and eat your pussy. He’d even bend you over the smooth counter, holding one leg up, and hammer into you relentlessly. You loved his dirty talk and the way he fingers you while you’re in his lap, able to make you squirt as lewd as possible. Filthy kitchen sex was the best reward for you when classes are finished and you were bored. When Professor Connie wasn’t available, Professor Niccolo it is.
A few weeks later, a unique scenario with another one of your professors gave you a different kind of fulfillment. English professor Jean Kirstein, the first man to fulfill his mission of chasing after your heart and not just your body. This is what you feared the most; the man wanting whatever you had to be morethan just a fling.
You wanted to ghost him. You wanted to break his heart right there and then. But you held back when Jean offered morethan just good grades, good rankings, and a good reputation for you in college. Outside of school, it caught you completely off guard when he satisfied your materialistic needs. Just as you satisfied him, he offered for you to stay in his luxurious penthouse for as long as you wanted. Aside that, he also offered to help pay for your tuition. He helped pay back your student loans. He helped pay for your car and even bought you a new car. He treated you with designer clothes, bags, shoes, and money straight to your bank account.
And all you had to do to keep a man like him in his life… was “love” him back the way he fell in love with you. He mentioned eloping with him when you graduate. As much as you found marriage and settling down repulsing, turning away from this opportunity would make you lose everything you had. And maybe deep down, the more you spent time with your sweet English professor, you had underlying feelings for him as well. You wouldn’t dare deny it.
Sex with Professor Jean was like Heaven on earth. He prefers to treat you with royalty since he cherishes you deeply, prefering to fuck you in his penthouse with a nice view rather than a classroom. In the car, in the shower, on his large couch by the fireplace… this fling was bound to become a secret relationship with him and you couldn’t do much except endure it for your own benefit. You loved it. You loved how whipped he was for you. You loved how he’d do anything just to make you feel good. Aside Professor Connie and Professor Niccolo, Professor Jean was the man you’d see every weekend.
“Look at how good you’re taking my cock. I know you love when I treat you like this. Let me kiss you again, sweetheart. I wanna taste your pussy again later.”
All these sneaky links with your three professors, yet you treat them all the same as an ego boost and for your entertainment. They were your perfect little boy toys. Professor Connie would be Mondays, Wednesdays, and Thursdays. Professor Niccolo would be Tuesdays and Fridays. Professor Jean would be the whole weekend. It was all going according to plan for the past few months…
But it wasn’t until Valentines Day.
You nearly tremble where you stand, heart beating thickly and erratically when you found yourself cornered. You refused to speak, refused to move your body the slightest at how unprepared you were for the horror before you.
You see Professor Jean laid back in his seat, legs propped up on his desk as he kept twisting his ring. The same ring he gave you. Nearby was Professor Connie leaning against the corner of his desk, arms folded as his impassive gaze drifts to you. Then behind you was Professor Niccolo who leaned against the wall and stuffed his hands in his pockets. It felt like he was inspecting your body language and reaction, how you’d react to such a scenario you never thought would occur.
“You came,” you heard Jean speak darkly, the baritone in his voice reverberating in your head. In the back of your mind, you wished that he would speak to you like that when it was only you two. Curling his finger at you to walk to him as if you were having a punishment. Was it bad that you were slightly turned on by this, but at the same time scared shitless?
You had to think of something quick. Maybe they actually don’t know. Maybe they didn’t find out. Maybe it was just by coincidence all of your favorite boy toys were in the same room who knew you, but you didn’t know all of them at once.
“I— I’m sorry. I think I’m in the wrong room.” You quickly whirl around and grabbed the knob, ready to get the hell out of Jean’s classroom until Niccolo stretched his arm out and slammed the door shut, preventing your escape. The loud slam caused your heart to falter, chest tightening from your anxiety and your fear that they already know.
“You sure about that?” Niccolo rose a brow, his mutter so taunting yet chilling to you the same way Jean spoke earlier. Punishment could go various ways, and as much as you wanted it to escalate in the most filthy way possible, you didn’t wanna face theshame. It would tear your perfect ego. It would cost everything you worked for to fall.
But then again, did you truly belong to any of these men?
“Who told you you could leave?” The brunette professor spoke again. “I specifically called you here for a reason. We specifically called you.”
Professor Connie stood straight, adjusting his tie. “You know her as much as I do, Kirstein. She never listens until she gets punished. And she loves getting punished, am I right?”
Your body was growing hot. Your palms started feeling clammy. Behind was Niccolo’s presence creeping up to you and slamming his hands on your shoulders, causing you to flinch.
“You didn’t think each of us would find out who you’ve been seeing this whole time?” he muttered in your ear. “Such a coincidence that you’ve been fucking my close friends behind my back.”
“Ourbacks,” Professor Connie corrected, his nose flared in exasperation. “You told us that we were special. You told us that you’ve never felt this way about a man before. You said the same, recycled shit to us only so you could use us for sex and whatever you want.”
You needed to steer the attention away from the accusations and maintain composure. It was always your ego and feelings before each of them. But before anything else escalates, you resorted to putting on an innocent façade, victimizing yourself in order to set things your way and save your relationships. Play with their emotions. Let them know who’s in control. Make them fall for every pretty little lie you say.
“What. . ? What are you talking about?” you protested like a whiny puppy to Connie, slipping yourself free from Niccolo’s grip. “You’re the best law professor I’ve known and I’d never do that to you. I was nothing but sweet to you, Professor Connie!”
Connie frowned. “Are you kidding me right now? You’re gonna pull that card on me?”
“No, you wanna know what you really are?” Professor Jean stood up, his blank eyes narrowed at you like he couldn’t recognize you anymore. “You’re just a little whore, aren’t you? Letting anyone with a cock fuck you just to raise your grades? Give you money? Cater to your sweet tooth?”
“Woah, might wanna calm down on the names, Kirstein,” Professor Niccolo interrupted with a smirk. “She loves being called a little whore. She knows her place. But what she doesn’t know is that she’s also a manipulative, spoiled, dumb fucking bitch that’s only good for sex.”
“Really, Professor Niccolo?” you deflected at him, voice growing tender it almost made the man’s heart sink. “I’m the top student in your class and you were in love with the food I made. I admired you as the best cook and that’s how you felt about me the whole time?”
Professor Connie and Professor Niccolo exchanged looks. Professor Jean clenched his teeth, his jawbones more refined when pissed off. “You can’t lie to us anymore. We know what the hell you’ve done and manipulating your way out of this won’t get you out of here.”
You were running out of options. But that doesn’t mean there weren’t an infinite amount of ways this intervention could go. So, you resorted to something that could possibly save your relationships. You knew them long enough, assessing their weaknesses when it comes to you and what makes them much more enticed with you. Somehow, you can tell there was another underlying tension you sensed in the classroom rather than your dirty little secrets getting exposed. Jean kept narrowing his eyes at the two other professors speaking, specifically Niccolo right next to you.
“I— I don’t know what you guys are getting so upset for!” you consoled, darting your gaze to the three men and then to Jean. “I’ve always been good to all of you and now you’re shaming me for it? I’m sorry if I made you all upset. And Professor Jean, you know how much I respect you.”
You sauntered to the brunette professor with doe eyes and a coy façade, voice fading to a soft mutter. “How could you say that to your favorite student? After what I’ve done for you to keep you happy and… feel good…”
There was a pause. Professor Jean felt his heart somehow stutter. The honey in your voice as you spoke tentatively. The way your gleaming eyes weaved through his, and the lovely sight of your figure up close. His expression softened, but then faded back to frustration.
It was working.
These three men were whipped for you, regardless.
“I— I hate the way you’re trying to play coy. But at the same time,”—he side eyes Niccolo and Connie—“I hate how other men are making you feel good when it should only be me.”
“Oh, really now?” Connie retorted. “You’re fucking the same bitch as me and you don’t think of how I feel after finding out? You think you own her or somethin’?”
“She was never ours in the first place, jackass,” Niccolo hissed. “Not like you had a special connection with her anyways. You just fuck her after school and that’s all.”
“Shut the hell up! It’s not like that.”
“Oh, but did you have a special connection with her outside of school?” bragged Jean. “We’ve already had this fucking conversation before she came. I’m the one that had real chemistry with her.”
“Really? Just by helping her pay for her tuition and giving her matching rings?” scoffed Connie. “You can’t buy love with your fuckin’ money.”
“Yeah, and how do you know she loves you anyways?” Niccolo gibed.
The intervention was steering the way you wanted to be until Niccolo’s question. Although you secretly enjoyed the argument and having the tension turned away from you, you had to stop it right there. You had a perfect idea that just popped in your mind. And thinking about it excited you deeply, feeling your cunt furtively throbbing.
“Guys,guys,” you chimed in with your demure voice, stepping closer in the circle of the three men. “I thought you guys were all good friends, why argue? I know I’ve done some things I shouldn’t have done that caused this mess and I’m sorry but… there are better ways to handle this besides arguing.”
Niccolo gave a look that read, you thinkin’ what I’m thinkin’? Connie and Jean glanced at each other with underlying skepticism, until, you reach both your hands out and caress their arms as if you were closing the circle. A sigh falls from your lips when all of them had their eyes on you, once again blinded by your radiance and beauty that they fell for. Jean can feel your hand travel up his arm so tenaciously, the sweetness of feeling your hand sending a gut feeling in your stomach.
Even though they know what you’ve done, they can never resist the temptation of drinking the heavenly sight of you, desiring nothing more than to have you as theirs. You can see it on each of their eyes. They were possessive. They were enraged. They couldn’t walk away from this, let alone speak under your authority. Your provocation, your prowess, your muse… they can’t escape it.
“You know, if one of you can’t have me… then how about all of you have me at the same time?” you smirked, the deadliest smirk corner to wicked corner of your sweet lips. “You can do whatever you want.”
Professor Connie slanted his head, glancing at Niccolo and Jean, then to you. “Whatever you want, you say?”
“Whatever. You. Want.”
“You truly are a little whore, aren’t you?” sneered Professor Niccolo, inching closer to you to caress your waist until he squeezes your ass.
Professor Jean cupped your cheek, raising your face to look at him and nearly melting at the sight of your doe eyes. “Get on your knees, then. Show how much of a dirty girl you are for us.”
This is exactly how you resolve a conflict with your sneaky links.
In that moment, you were too elated. The sounds of belts unbuckling, slacks unzipping, and your soft gasps of desperation sent the professors ablaze. Like a pack of wild animals during a hunt, it was as if they came up with a plan and were carrying it out together as a team without the need for words. You offered your mouth and hands for them, catering to their hard cocks sitting on your face.
“That’s it, baby,” Niccolo sighed out, throwing his head back. “You know just how I like it.”
You can feel Connie’s fingers suddenly probing into your pussy and rubbing over your clit. You mewled on Niccolo’s cock as he fingered you while Jean jerked off to this sinful sight. It has been a dirty little fantasy you briefly thought about, to get fucked in the most nastiest and filthiest way by all your favorite professors.
“Aw, you must be loving this, aren’t you?” Connie held your chin when Niccolo slipped his cock out, his warm fingers feeling your tongue. All you could reply was a moan and a weak nod, your eyebrows furrowed when he kept fucking your pussy with his fingers.
“You’ll address all of us as sir, understand?” Jean said as his cock already coated with precum rubbed on your face.
“Yes— yes, sir,” you weakly uttered before he shoved his cock all the way down your throat. He grabbed your head and pushed it back and forth, softly groaning at the sensation of your throat around him. You never disappoint him with the head you give him.
Everyone in the room can hear how wet you are, how much you’re enjoying yourself. Your cunt was ready for all of them, so slick and puffy you couldn’t wait longer for them to make you cum. Your clit was ready, hard and twitching and straining from Connie’s stimulation; so cruel and merciless, just like anytime he fucked you during tutoring sessions.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Jean grunted out, hearing you choke on his sweet cum when he released in your mouth and coating his cock like honey on a stick.
“Get her on the desk,” said Niccolo.
The men were aggressive. The men were greedy. The men were like animals. You grew wetter and wetter with every rough move they made on you, like Jean ripping open your blouse from his impatience and Connie shoving your skirt up to your waist. He laid down on the desk and sets you on top of him in reverse cowgirl, his cock ready for you to sit on.
“You may have taken us one at a time, but can you handle us all at once?” Jean teased, his dick rubbing the folds of your open cunt.
“Fuck… please, please, please,” you whimpered, already overstimulated from such arousal your pussy and your thighs were glimmering with pools of wetness. “Please, sir. I want all your cocks in me. I want you to use me as you wish. Fuck me like the dirty slut I am.”
Connie spanks your ass from beneath, harsher on the side where your cute little devil heart tattoo was. “We know, baby, we know,” he sighed softly, chuckling along with Niccolo. “Sit on my cock, princess. You know what to do. Ride me and let Jean and Niccolo see how well you take me.”
You obeyed, spreading your legs further and inserting his dick into your cunt it made your head cloudy from the intensity. You proceeded to buck your hips back and forth, then use your lower body strength to bounce on him while circling your hips. Your moans were so uncontrollable, so raw and useless to maintain when he kept hitting the right spot like always in your cunt.
Connie held onto your hips and threw his head back at how good you’re taking him. Your thighs were starting to quiver. You can feel an orgasm nearing. You can feel all the tension build up. But before you were about to hit your high, Connie forces you to stop moving and slide his cock in your asshole, causing you to mewl louder. That’s when Jean dipped his cock into the combined wetness of your pussy, thrusting a few times that your mouth fell agape. Your pathetic moans filled the room, too brainless at how harsh the professors were fucking your holes. Niccolo stood on the desk and grabbed your head to make you suck him off. Your holes were all occupied at the same time.
“Fuck. You look so hot right now,” grunted Jean as he pushed your legs further to spread them wider. “Gonna keep cumming in your pussy. Take everything.”
Your cunt was becoming overly slick with the copious amounts of cum that was being pumped into it, dripping between your legs and onto Connie’s cock. Your ass was stretched, more than it had ever been, from the ongoing penetration then withdrawal of their cocks, with the different sizes and with different fucking techniques.
Soon you were bent over the desk, Niccolo fucking you while you sucked off Connie. Then you were on top of Jean while on the carpet, thrusting into you like an animal in heat as you took turns sucking off Connie and Niccolo. Multiple positions and multiple orgasms lead to a huge mind break. Not a proper sentence could be formed with such slurred speech and exhaustion.
You were a whore that was good for nothing but a fuck. A depository for the professor’s cum, just holes for fucking and a toy to torture. Your cunt was now battered and bruised, ass slapped multiple times raw by their strong, masculine hands, and both holes stretched and aching from the amount of cock. Even when they weren’t inside you, the continual pounding and the oozing cum throbbed in your walls. The professors let you on the floor again, releasing their cum all over your face and body. You were too drained to swallow them all, letting the rest of your energy allow you to mutter a simple, “thank you sir.”
You were left like that. Alone, draped in cum. But deep down you believed they still weren’t satisfied, and them stopping was just a break to recuperate their energy. By the time you fell asleep, you woke up in an empty storage closet, arms tied up above your head and yoir body in an irritating position. You were squatting, your legs tied together as well and spread far apart to prevent from closing them. Your mouth was also covered by ductape.
You feel something throbbing in your pussy again, making you moan pathetically until you realized there was a vibrating dildo taped inside your cunt. You kept squirming around, helpless and weak from the ropes, and the hot, intense sensation of the vibrator. It was dark. Nobody was outside. You had no idea how you got here, but all you could embrace was the torment of this forbidden pleasure. Cumming repeatedly until you make a mess of yourself, tugging on the ropes and shamelessly grinding against that vibrator.
An hour later the door opens to Professor Connie, smirking at you and the masterpiece of a little slut you were made into.
“Karma’s a bitch, isn’t it?” he chuckled. “You’re nothing but a sex toy for us now, understand?”
✩ Summary ✩ You and Sasha leave the party, making some interesting decisions as you do. You decide to throw caution to the wind and save your regrets for later. Maybe that wasn’t the best decision ✩
✩ Warnings ✩ NSFW, Smut, F x F, oral, fingering, hickeys, use of princess baby and good girl, Switch! Reader and Switch! Sasha, cursing, angst ✩
Kissing Sasha one more time, you pulled away. Your lips felt cold without hers on them. The hands she had on your thighs felt sohot, they were burning every inch of skin they touched. The contrasting temperatures had you panting into her now that you were coming up for air.
Sasha was trying to go in to kiss you again when you stopped her, hands pressing against her chest, “I thought we were going home?” You asked, breath heaving, all while you were trying to resist the urge to crash your lips into hers again.
“Yeah, we should,” she agreed, but she leaned in biting into your shoulder, hands inching up your thighs closer to where your core was. She didn’t seem like she had any intention of actually stopping.
“Fuck,”you groaned at the pressure on your shoulder and the wetness between your legs, “We need to go before someone sees,” you added, finally outwardly acknowledging the wrongness of this interaction.
At that she halted the movement of her hands and pulled them off your neck, she brought her lips to your ears, lips touching it, “Ashamed of me baby? Aren’t we just two people making out?”
You scooted away from her slightly, her face now farther away, but her hands were still climbing closer to your pant buttons. “You know it’s more than that. You knowour friends will rip us to shreds. You know we’re more than just two people making out,”
“I know. Fuck, I know,” she pulled away making eye contact with you, “I just want to be withyou again. I’m sorry, I’m sosorry,”
“Stop apologizing. Save it for another time. Just take me home and fuck me already,” you ignored her apology, not letting the reminder of your breakup sting too much. Not when you were so close to being with Sasha again. Not when you were soclose to feeling whole again.
“Yes ma’am,” she laughed, now pulling away from you completely.
She helped you off the counter, grabbing your hand as you hopped from the counter. You made your way out of the kitchen, giggling into each other. The interaction felt so light. It reminded you of when your relationship had just started. When the two of you were just freshmen with no clue where your lives, or your relationships were going. Now you were two PhD students who were broken up. You had no future together, there was no hope. You two knew exactly how this was going to end. Horribly.
You two got closer to the door. Her arm was around your waist, her other hand was intertwined with yours. You were almost out of the party, almost home free. Free to spend the night with her, have anight of freedom. It was going sowell.
Itwas going so well. That is until you bumped into Eren. StupidFuckingEren Yeager.
You really had no problem with Eren. He was, is, your friend. However, to get him to keep this from Mikasa, keep this from Pieck, was going to be a lot of work.
He looked at you two. His hair was pulled into a ponytail, he was wearing a stupid green shirt and jeans. As stupid looking as ever. He looked you both up and down. He smirked at your intertwined hands and laughed slightly.
“You two are a mess,” those were the only words he muttered.
You rolled your eyes, “So help me Yeager you go telling everyone and their mom about this…” you were cut off.
“Hey. If you two want to have breakup sex that is not mine or anyoneelse’s buissness,” he added.
He stopped for second before speaking again, “It’s good to see you though. It’s been awhile,” then he did something he usually didn’t, pulled you in for a hug, “Figure your shit out dumbass,” he whispered before pulling away.
You nodded your head dumbly, as he smiled sort of sadly at you. It seemed easier than expected to get him to agree to that. You couldn’t tell if that was good or not.
Once again you were reminded of how badofadecision this was. Eren didn’t care what you did, he really didn’t. He did however care about who you hurt, yourself included. You and Sasha were going to end up hurting because of this, and he didn’t want that.
Right now though, with the idea of feeling loved again running through your head, you didn’t care about being hurt later. You wanted relief now.
“Good to see you Eren,” you said, before once again grabbing Sasha’s hand and booking it out of the party.
Once you were finally outside it wasn’t hard to find Sasha’s car. Lucky for you two you were of clear mind and body. Both of you were stone cold sober, except the second hand smoke you surely had inhaled.
The ride was quiet. The car was filled with the buzz of anticipation and both of your racing thoughts. You weren’t idiots, you knew this was a bad idea. You both recognized it. During the car ride you were busy playing out the different outcomes in your head. You could only pray that your lack of restraint wouldn’t bite you in the ass too hard. Besides the feeling of excitement and dread, the car radio hummed a song, one you didn’t know but could catch onto quickly, trying to distract from the reality of the situation.
The reality being you just left a party that you attended with a girl you were madly in love with in high school and maybe now, to fuck your ex. An ex who has made it very clear your relationship has no future. The reality was all your friends would disapprove of your choices. That they would yet again be disappointed in your poor coping skills.
The facts only made you want it more. It made you want someone to want you, to like you, to love you. It felt like all you could do was make bad decisions, ones that hurt you, and everyone around you. Tonight though, at least for a few hours, you would feel sogood.
You were so sick of feeling like this. Feeling like you didn’t belong. Feeling like everyone hates you. Feeling like all you are to your friends is someone to be worried about. You felt this intense sense of pressure with your every move.
Tonight. Just for tonight you wanted to let go of all of that. Let go of the fear of disappointing everyone and feel loved.Even if that decision fucked things up.
Your depreciating, probably much too dramatic, thoughts were halted when her car pulled into a parking lot. You got out of the car finally realizing this wasn’t the apartment you two had shared. She had moved.
Oh, she had moved. She didn’t want to stay in the remnants of your guys’ dead relationship either. Maybe her guilt was too much to bear. You hoped not, or maybe you hoped so.You couldn’t tell if you wanted her to be happy or to hurt,the way that you did.
You got out and walked to the front of the car meeting her there. She reached out a hand and you hesitantly took it. You two walked into the building. She hit the button on the elevator to what you assumed to be her floor.
Taking a look around the complex your stomach seemed to flip. Shit.You knew exactly where you were, “Are you staying with Annie?”
She looked over to you surprised you recognized it all, let alone so fast, “Yeah? Mikasa just moved out so she needed a roommate, and obviously I needed a place,” she explained.
For some reason that hurt a little. You had said no sides, but your emotions seemed to betray you. It felt a little like Annie had decided Sasha was the better friend here, that she was picking heroveryou. Maybe she was. You tried to push those thoughts away, reminding yourself that you didn’t want this breakup to affect your friends’ relationships.
The other thought that rushed into your head was that someone elsewould know. Annie andEren would know what you and Sasha were doing.
Stepping onto the elevator you let the thoughts fester again. You weighed the pros and the cons, again. When the elevator opened with a ping, signaling your arrival, the list floated out of your head in an instant. You decided to throw caution to the wind and the list of cons that were surely out weighing the pros out the window.
You two stepped into her apartment kicking your shoes off. In only seconds all the doubt either of you had fled from your bodies. The night had finallybegun.
She had pushed you up against the wall near the door. You moaned at the sudden presence of her lips on yours. You two were on fire. Your bodies were on fire.All you could feel, all you could think about was Sasha and her touch.
You were panting as her hands finally made their way under your shirt onto your tits. There was no couth in the movement, it was purely her wanting her hands on you, now. The pressure of her pawing you over your bra wasn’t enough, you needed more.
“Sash,”fuck, she felt so good, her knee was practically fucking you. It was sitting between your thighs, the friction of your pants and her leg killing you. All you could feel was the growing heat in between your thighs, her hands on your chest. You needed more.
More More More. “Bedroom,now,”you demanded. You hoped she could understand you. Your plea was mostly a moan.
“Anything you want, baby. Anything for you,” so she did hear you, thank god.
She squeezed your breasts one more time, groaning at the feeling, before she pulled away. She led you down the hallway by your hands. You stumbled behind her still high on pleasure. It took way too long, it was way too hot. You needed these clothes off now.
You managed to wait until you got to her room and locked the door before your shirt flew over your head. Sasha was standing in front of you, staring at the process. She looked like a starved animal. She was practically drooling at the sight of your skin.
You thanked Godthat you had decided to wear matching lingerie. The way that she was looking at your chest had your heart fluttering. She wanted you. Under her stare you felt nervous taking off the next layer but it was nothing she hadn’t seen before. You claimed yourself and your pants fell to the floor.
You walked over to her looping your hands around her neck. She finally looked up from staring at your body into your eyes.
She looked at you with a puzzled expression,” What’s wrong baby,”
You laughed at her look of confusion and concern. You leaned in giving her a light kiss on the lips and leaning your head into her neck, “You’re wearing too many clothes,”
At that she groaned, pushing you off lightly, moving you closer to the end of her bed, “So fucking cheesy. Got we all worried,”
She stripped her dress off. Her bra and underwear alsomatched. You were fucking drooling at her thighs. God, they got even better under the dress. They could crush you. Her underwear was a dark red, it matched her dress. It looked like it was sewn by gods and placed on her body. The lacy material fit her so well. It was beautiful, but you wanted nothing more than to tear it off of her.
You realized Sasha was smirking at you, probably because your jaw was on the floor and you were staring at the abs that were coming through because of basketball season. You couldn’t have that now, she was toococky.
“Matching underwear,” you walked closer, pulling at the bra strap, “Did you think someone besides me would fuck you tonight?”
“No baby, no. Was thinking about you when I put them on,” she was whining. Fuckyou missed that sound. Acts so tough but one touch and she’s a puddle.
“Did you think of me?” Her head was in your neck, her voice tinged with hope as she asked the question.
You let go of the bra strap, it slapped her skin, not hard just enough to hurt, just sting a little. She moaned, god always such a freak.
“No princess. I’m sorry, I wasn’tthinking of you,” you responded.
At that her head shot up. It seemed the submissiveness left. She didn’t look hurt. She looked like she wanted to fuck sense into you.
She pushed you onto the bed. You fell back easily, laughing that your attempt at getting her fired up had worked. She was so easy to get riled up.
She was at the edge of the bed too, her arms and legs trapping you there.
She made a move for your neck, again. Shit, you were going to be all kinds of marked up. That was a problem for later. Right now all you could do is roll your eyes back at the kisses that we’re currently running down your body.
She was making her way down your stomach, leaving a trail of blossoming hickeys. She stopped at your bra, looking up at you for permission. You nodded quickly and lifted your back off the bed. She reached a hand back and unclasped the bra. She threw it off your body and immediately her mouth was on your chest.
You arched into her, your back coming off the bed, your eyes rolling back. Her lips were locked around your nipple, her tongue swirling in a way that had your panties soaked. Her hand came up to the other side pinching it softly. When she did, you groaned, the pain and pleasure too much to handle. You could feel her smile at the sound. She switched, her hand coming to the nipple her mouth had been on and vice versa. Just when it was getting sogood, she pulled away.
You whined at the loss of pleasure, and she laughed breathily, “Don’t worry, I’m not done yet,”
She continued kissing and nipping down your stomach until she got to the lace of your underwear. For what felt like the hundredth time tonight she looked up for permission. Your response was a buck of your hips, practically begging for her to touch you.
She smiled, pulling your underwear down your legs and flinging them across the room without a care in the world.
“So wet all for me?” She teased, bringing her fingers to your folds. She laughed, “So pretty baby,”
“Sash, more,” shit you were whining, “please,”
“Of course,” she smirked, plunging two of her fingers into you.
You couldn’t help but let out what was probably a scream, a quiet (ish) one, but still a scream at the pleasure that came from her fingers finallybeing back in you.
She moaned at the feeling as well, loving the feeling of her fingers being back in you. Her movements stayed consistent, she was bringing her fingers in and out. Two fingers sliding into your wet walls, over and over again. The pressure was building in your stomach, your orgasm probably not far, but something was missing.
You whined again, “More, I need more,” you pleaded.
Sasha looked up at you from her place staring at your wet sex. God, she had missed that look. You were glowing, with sweat and sex drenching your skin and the room surrounding you. Your face was relaxed, but your brows were furrowed with the frustration of not quitecumming, but being soclose. Your eyes were tired but had so much fire behind them.
She pulled her fingers out of you. You cried out at the loss, whining pathetically.
She hushed you, attaching her mouth to you. You squealed at the feeling, bucking straight into her mouth. She groaned at the taste of you on her lips. She had missed this. Missed you pulling at her hair, suctioning her mouth to you even further, the pain of the tugs making her even wetter than she was.
Her tongue was lapping at every inch she could reach. She breached inside and you writhed under her, beads of sweat running down your face, wanting so badly to cum. She could feel it in the way you tensed, your vagina walls squeezing down. She flicked her tongue a few more times, before moving mouth to a higher location. Your oh so needyclit.
She brought her lips to it as your mouth opened, a soundless scream on your face. You gripped her hair even harder. You were so close. She knew you needed just a little push, she knew you so well. She took her middle, pointer, and ring finger, pushing them into your soaked, tight, pussy, moaning at the stretch.
If you thought you were feeling good then, you were on fucking cloud nine now. She was still attacking your clit, tongue flicking it. She was pulling her fingers in and out, in and out. Then, she curled her fingers, hitting that spot that felt so good. Your whole body was on fire again. You felt fireworks behind your eyes. She kept going, curling her fingers and hitting your g-spot over and over again.
You pulled her hair so hard she brought her mouth off of you to groan, but continued fucking you through your orgasm with her fingers. Her hand could hardly move. You were squeezing so hard. You looked gorgeous.You were shaking as you moaned, your mouth completely open, eyes rolled back into your head, and your hips arched so far they weren’t even touching the bed. The room smelt of sweat and sex, a smell both of you had missed so much.
You came down from your high, hips falling back into the bed, instead of bucking up into the air. You were gasping for air. You hadn’t felt that good in a longtime. Towards the end of your relationship the sex got lazy.Of course you were attracted to each other, but you got into a routine. That interaction, however, was nota part of the routine.
You were taking a minute to catch your breath when you heard Sasha speak, “Can I clean you up,”
“Yes. God yes” you knew exactly what that meant.
Once again her face was smashed between your thighs. This time she was lapping up the wetness she had caused. She was eating you out like a rabid dog.
“So good baby,” she told you gripping your thighs close to her face as you moaned.
Her tongue was searching every centimeter of your pussy, soaking up every bit of this, enjoying every second.
You were completely fucked out, you had already came once, after being cut off so many times, all you felt was an overwhelmed sense of pleasure. You were a moaning mess, completely overstimulated. Tears were streaming down your face at the feelings.
The final straw was her bringing her fingers to your clit, rubbing soft circles. You came almost immediately at the touch. It was all just too much.
Your orgasm was faster this time around, she didn’t fuck you through, knowing it would be too much after the intense pleasure. Instead she crawled up near your face, kissing your lips softly, helping you relax.
“You did so good baby, so good,” she whispered running her hand up and down your waist and hips.
You nodded your head into your neck, finally recovering from the two orgasms. In between your legs was sticky, even after Sasha’s “clean up” attempt. Actually it was definitely messier now, a mix of cum and spit.
“I’ll go get some water,” Sasha said, getting off you and the bed.
She leaned down and kissed your forehead, walking out of the room.
You sat up, gathering your thoughts. She came back in, still in her bra and underwear. She handed you the water, and you chugged. You would need it.
You set the glass down, and grabbed her by the hips, “Your turn princess,” you smirked.
“No, it’s ok. You’re tired. Just wanted to make you feel good” she responded.
“We don’t have to, but I want to. I’m wide awake now. If this is it for us. If we’re pretending tonight and tonight only I want to make the most of it,” you reminded.
She looked panicked at the reminder, like she had forgotten that’s all this was, just a night. She relaxed leaning down you to, lips almost on top of yours, “The point of pretending is not bringing it up,” she leaned in fully kissing your lips.
You locked your hands around her neck, pulling her down to you, attaching your legs around her waist to help. Once she was back in the bed with you, you flipped her on her back. Now, you were on top of her.
She gasped at the turn of events, but didn’t have much time to recover as you attached your lips to her neck. You groaned at the feeling. You had missed this, the taste of her skin, the smell of her mid-sex, it was a magical feeling, a magical smell. She seemed to have a similar reaction, her mouth falling open at the feeling of your teeth grazing her skin.
You ran your hands down her waist, feeling the muscles tense with every touch, “Relax baby. Gonna make you feel sogood,” she whined, leaning into your touch.
Your hands met on her back, her body arching up towards you. You unclasped her bra strap with ease, pulling the red item off her wet skin. Her nipples were already hard, obviously from lust, the room was hot and you were both layered in sweat. Your hands immediately found their way to her tits, pinching her nipples as she moaned, the high pitch whines, making you laugh. You kissed down her chest, making your way to her left breast, wrapping your tongue around her nipple. Your other hand was occupied on her other breast, while she continued to moan softly. You eventually switched, making sure each appendage got the same amount of attention.
You removed yourself, her whining at the loss, you laughed, “Patience Sash,” she nodded, so agreeable when she’s like this.
You continued down her stomach, leaving a trail of bite marks and kisses. You made it to her hip bones, where her underwear sat just below. You could feel how anxious she was to have you touch her by the way she was wiggling her hips. You smirked, going to suck on her hip bones, leaving something to remember you by, rather than satisfying her more animalisticurges.
“Stop teasing,” she begged, voice breathy. She was bucking her hips into you.
“Sash, patience baby,” you reminded, leaving her hips to go kiss her lips.
“Just want you,” she whined, she sounded so pitiful like this. She looked pitiful too, her stomach and hips covered in half formed hickeys, shaking with anticipation, and her face in a pout.
You laughed softly, holding her face in your hands, “I know baby, you’ve been such a good girl for me, such a good girl,” you murmured into her neck.
She moaned at the compliment, always so responsive to the simplest of words.
You reached your hands down into her underwear, fingers running through her slit.
“Oh, so wet, all for me?” It was such a cheesy line but you had to, the girl was absolutely fucking soaked.
“For you. Only you,” she just whined, she barely made any sense, the words tumbling out of her mouth without a second thought.
You smirked, pushing your two fingers in achingly slow. You could feel her tense, then relax at the intrusion. Her hand now laid wrapped around your wrist. You continued, pushing in and out so slowly, you weren’t even dipping your fingers all the way in, just far enough for her to want more. She was practically fucking herself on your fingers, her hips rocking up with every touch you made.
“Princess I thought you were being good?” You pushed her hips down as she whined, grabbing at your wrist again trying to push your fingers into her needy cunt.
“So good, I’m so good,” she responded, still trying to grab your wrist.
“Baby good girls aren’t so needy. You need some patience,” she interrupted you, “Just want you, please,”
You plucked her hand off of your wrist, “I’ll fuck you when Idecide to,” you made your way back down to between her thighs.
You pulled her underwear down. She expelled a sigh of relief as you smiled. You took a moment to just stare at her, her perfect pussy. God she really was soaked, she was dripping onto the sheets. She needed you sobad.
You decided to play with her a little more. You bit her inner thighs, probably hard enough to leave a mark. Her thighs tensed and her hands found your scalp. She was dying without your touch. You were impressed she had lasted this long without being a complete brat.
You finally gave in bringing your tongue to the plethora of wetness Sasha had produced because of you. Both of you moaned together, well you groaned at the taste and smell of her, while she was feeling the relief of finally being touched where she needed you so bad.
You ran your tongue up her slit once before completely diving in. Your tongue was wrapped around her clit, spinning circles around the bud as she cried out. You didn’t hold back, at this point she had waited long enough. You took your fingers, and plunged them in the slowness of before now gone. She practically screamed, writhing under you as she bucked her hips, begging for release.
You kept going in and out with a slight scissoring of your fingers, and then curling them slightly, the mixed motions having her on the edge.
She was chanting at this point, the noises were so lewd, her juices flooding out at a rapid pace, “So close, so close, gonna cum,”
At that you pulled out your fingers and removed your mouth from her cunt. It was painful for you, letting go of her warmth for a second. For her though, it was unbearable. She cried out, legs kicking in frustration and arms falling on the bed dramatically, as she huffed.
She looked at you anger in her eyes, “Did you ask?” You said as a look of relazation dawned on her face.
“No, I’m sorry, so sorry. I’ll be good,” she begged, grabbing your hands, if she was more coherent she would probably be begging on her hands and knees, “Can I cum, can I please cum,” she finally asked.
You smiled, kissing her softly, your lips coated in the taste of her. She moaned at the action, turned on by the idea of your mouth coming straight from her pussy to her lips.
You pulled away from her mouth, a string of spit and Sasha’s cum connecting your lips, “Since you asked so nicely princess,” you pulled away, making your way back down to her core.
Your thumb circled her clit. She was so soaked it was hard to keep your fingers in place, so you quickly replaced the finger with your tongue. You slid your fingers back into her, curling them into the spongy part of her cunt, causing her to completely let go, she was so close. You continued to press into her, going as far as to add a third finger, and she wrapped her legs around you tightly, ankles hooking on your back.
She was a moaning mess, yelling out what you assumed to be the words, cumming, fuck, and your name, over and over. At the rapid movements, she tensed around you, her cunt clenching so tightly you could only keep your fingers in place as her cum seeped out of her. You continued your attack on her clit, but slowed, bringing her down from her orgasm slowly.
Eventually, she came down and you were able to pull your fingers from her with a squelch. You brought them up to her lips. Her mouth was open and she was panting, catching her breath from the strenuous activity. Noticing your action though, she stuck her tongue out, waiting eagerly. You plopped your fingers on her tongue and she wrapped her lips around them, sucking them clean. You moaned at the feeling of the suction on your fingers, and the pornagraphic image of her sucking her own cum off your fingers.
You pulled your fingers back out, smiling at her fucked out face. She was covered in a layer of sweat and looked seconds from falling asleep.
You leaned in kissing her forehead, “You were so good princess,” you muttered into her skin.
She smiled softly nodding. You had missed that look so much. The soft look of peace and delight that graced her face after sex and praise. You suddenly remembered what this was. It was one night. She didn’t love you. She didn’t feel the same warmth in her chest that you did right now. She didn’t feel any love.
The memory had you getting out of the bed. You pulled on a shirt that she had in her drawer, one of yours that you slept in. She must have kept it. The thought made you want to cry as you looked back at the sleeping girl on the bed. She was holding onto pieces of you just as you were her.
You walked into her bathroom, pulling out a towel and warming it with water. You cleaned yourself off, not wanting to sleep with sticky thighs. You pulled on your underwear that had been discarded earlier. You warmed the towel once more, bringing it into the room, and cleaning up Sasha. The act had your throat tensing. It felt sodomestic. You wanted this for the rest of your life, but it wasn’t yours to have. You finished cleaning her up watching the bruises blossom on her stomach and hips, nowhere they would be seen.
You went and got a pair of underwear for her, slipping them up her legs. She was conscious enough to lift her hips and muttered a thank you. You whispered back assuring her it was fine.
You pulled the comforter over her mostly nude body, not wanting her to get cold. You slipped under the blanket, next to her. You faced the wall rather than her. You couldn’t handle sleeping in the same bed as her, touching her, knowing none of it was real.
You covered your mouth as tears and sobs slipped out at a rapid pace. One minute you were on top of the world, the next regretting your decision. You had convinced yourself all night you didn’t care about the blowback of this, but now that it was over you felt like you were dying. You should have listened to your more rational thoughts rather than throwing caution to the wind.
This wasn’t right. You two broke up. You two were over. There was no future, yet you had just fucked each other with more heat than you had in months. You had just gone back on everything you had promised your friends. Instead of reaching out you slept with her. You used Pieck to make Sasha jealous even though all she had done was be there for you. You couldn’t deny there was more going with Pieck than you had admitted, and you had usedher to have sex with Sasha.
You looked up at the ceiling sleep finally taking over, your mind racing but your body exhausted. Tears were running down your face and the only thought you had was, this was a mistake.
Summary: Getting kidnapped by the Scout Regiment was not on today’s agenda. Levi Ackermann being the one to watch you was an unexpected turn of events. However, don’t be fooled, You’re still in charge.
A/N: This was originally just supposed to be fun and then I decided to add some spice.
Word Count: 2 070
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The streets of Trost were quickly filling up with people. The crowds were letting loose a series of cheers and shouts, all jeering in excitement for the King’s generosity. His decision to open up the royal food supplies to Trost was like a saving grace to the starving.
Or rather, it’s excellent bribery. The king has been desperately trying to garner support from the lower class. This is most definitely due to the rising conflict within the government. Erwin Smith, Commander of the Scout Regiment, has been placed behind bars and will most definitely be executed. Whether or not that would be today or tomorrow, I’m sure they wouldn’t let me know.
Two days ago You approached the higher ups about the arrest of the Scout Regiment. They were uninterested in what You had to say, fully believing that the anomaly known as Eren Jaeger would be the end of humanity. Their fear is driving them forward and the Scouts were apparently plotting to harbour this secret titan power for themselves. You pointed out that that was ridiculous and was immediately slapped for my ‘insubordination’.
Whatever the case. You’re now patrolling around the Trost district. The watchful eyes of a few of your subordinates are keeping you in check as many apparently believe that you’re a step away from chasing after the scouts and pledging my loyalty. All information regarding the situation has been kept away from you, you feel as though you’re being locked up in a cell despite your freedom to walk down a street.
This is ridiculous. A General shouldn’t be monitored by a bunch of recruits. They’ve even confiscated your gun, leaving you vulnerable with nothing but a knife.
You adjust your jacket, the military police insignia sewn proudly onto the back. The Unicorn, the perfect creature for the biggest joke in the military.
Glancing behind your back, you notice that one of your ‘babysitters’ is currently occupying themselves with a lost child. A young boy was tugging on his pants while he awkwardly tried to pull him off.
Perfect.
You duck behind the nearest corner and dart into the alleyway. Your boots thudding gently on the pavement. The thrill of finally dodging the watchdogs was like a fresh breath of air. And then.
“Don’t move”
Of course you would run into the only dumbass in the world willing to rob an MP. A knife’s sharp edge presses at your throat. The hand that grasps it connects to a young boy with blond hair and sharp eyes. Although, despite the fiery look in his eyes your instincts tell you that he wouldn’t follow through with his threat. He quickly grabs a ball of fabric from his pocket and stuffs it into your mouth. You let out an indignant shout but it’s muffled by the cloth, however before You can grab the brat You hear another voice, this time from behind you.
“Lift up your arms.”
Behind you, a heavy metallic object nudges you slightly forward. A Rifle, no doubt.
You slowly raise your arms as you feel the presence shift forward and grab them. You expect him to tie them together but instead he hesitates. It feels as though he is unsure of himself. Instead he brings your arms behind your back and simply holds them.
Well this is certainly awkward.
“You’re coming with us.”, says the blonde in front of me.
You raise your eyebrows at this. Robbing an MP is certainly a bold move but kidnapping is a whole other ball game. Whoever these guys are, they’ve certainly got guts.
About an hour later You’re sitting in a remote part of Town in a stuffy warehouse. Luckily, you’re gagless as it appears no one here has anything to tie my hands together with. After the long faced asshole with a stupid hair cut tossed me into the corner you pulled out the gag and threw it at him. It smacked his head with a wet thud before rolling away. He let out a high pitched wail before vigorously rubbing at the spot, tossing insults at you like they were going out of fashion.
“Oi, Brat!” shouts a rather familiar voice. “Quiet down.”
In walks Captain Levi of the Survey Corps. The pieces begin to click together as you realize what’s going on. Despite the missing Wings of Freedom sigil on everyone’s back, you can tell that you’re looking at the Scout Regiment or more specifically, the Levi Squad.
Humanity’s strongest soldier is currently staring down at you, completely uninterested. You, on the other hand, are very interested to see him. Despite being a relatively strong soldier and Erwin’s right hand, he’s generally rarely seen around the Capital. His appearance has been described as plain but I disagree. His features are sharp and he’s incredibly lean and muscular. His dark eyes never miss a thing, an air of constant alertness surrounds him. He’s certainly the most attractive man you’ve seen by far.
You shift backwards a bit, your back now resting on the table. Two Glasses sit atop the wooden surface, completely empty. Levi notices the slight movement and turns to the two boys.
“Why isn’t she tied up?” he says, face remaining stoic.
“Because I’m not into rope”, You respond dryly.
He sends you a glare before ordering them away to find something suitable to keep you still. You roll your eyes at this before fixing them on Levi. He leans on the locked door, the only other exit besides a window barely small enough to crawl out of three meters above you. His eyes feigning disinterest but any soldier with a brain can tell that he’s watching very closely.
“So-”, You begin to say.
“Shut up.”
Excuse me?
“I thought I was here to answer questions?” you say instead. Why else would they go through all the trouble of kidnapping you?
His eyes study me and you can see he’s contemplating something.
“I figured Daddy’s little girl might have other uses.”
Ohhhh, You get it now, somehow Levi has figured out that one of the King’s dear advisors is your father. Little does he know, that man will likely rather leave me for dead. You couldn’t be a worse leverage. Although the phrase “Daddy’s little girl” coming from those lips have you smirking up at him. How very kinky, Captain.
“Well you know-”
“Quiet”
Oi. Let me speak.
“Captain”, You say with warning.
“General”, he retorts. His voice is surprisingly rough and low.
Who do you think is in charge here Captain? Despite what it may look like, You don’t think he has as much power in this situation as he thinks he does.
You shift forward preparing to stand up. You’re done being stuck in this stuffy place, you need to escape before everyone else comes back. Levi immediately straightens up in front of you. Despite his size, the amount of danger radiating off of him is immense and you don’t have a weapon on hand. The slow sinking feeling that maybe you’ve underestimated him begins to settle in.
“Sit back down. You’re not leaving.”
Reluctantly, you shift back into place. Maybe escaping right now isn’t the best option.
He begins again, this time his voice drops considerably deeper, “If you move one more time, I swear I’ll choke you until you pass out”
His eyes have turned to slits. Suddenly you feel as though you’ve made some kind of mistake. However, despite his pretty face staring angrily into your soul, you feel incredibly excited.
Leaning your head back, your eyes spot the two glasses sitting on the table. You tip your head to make eye contact with him. You hold his gaze. Warning signs flashing in his eyes as you turn your body to face the table. Eyes still locked on his own. You raise your right hand and sweep it across the table, knocking them onto the floor. The glass shatters instantly upon hitting the ground.
The look of surprise on his face sends your heart racing. Eyes widening as his face flushes red. You turn back to face him
“Alright”, You say.
You tilt your head back, looking down your nose at him. You brush your hair away from your neck and continue to stare intently at him.
“Come here, Captain”
He backs away a step. Excellent, you’ve caught him off guard.
“What’s wrong, Captain?” You taunt, “Are you not going to keep your word?”
He straightens up quickly and presses his lips together.
Good. Let him put his mask back on so You can rip it off again. You quickly straighten up and hop onto your feet. Slowly, step by step, you make your way forward, until you stop right in front of him. His eyes burn into yours.
You lift up one hand and bring it to his chin. He exhales sharply. You bring your lips to his ear. Gently breathing in his sweet musky scent.
“Are you not the one in charge here, Captain? Or have you finally remembered that I outrank you?” You breathe against him before moving your head back. His face has completely reddened.
With the hand still on his chin you gently tilt it upwards and apply pressure, effectively pushing him back into the wall.
“As a General, I don’t particularly like taking orders”, You say moving both hands to his shoulders before beginning an achingly slow descent. “I’d rather be the one giving them. Now stand still and be a good boy.”
Both hands finally reach the top of his pants and with a single finger begin to slowly trace the inside, moving across the inside until you reach his pants button. He jerks his hips towards you. He releases a sharp breath as you begin to unbutton each one before opening them. You run your hands back around to his waist and tug them downwards. They softly thump against the floor. You look into his eyes as you drop to your knees, he still hasn’t said or done anything to stop you. Excitement flares within you. The idea of having humanities strongest wrapped around your finger has heat flooding downwards.
You pull away the last layer of clothing separating you from his dick. His hand flies to the back of your head. Fingers tangling into your hair. You stare up at him. He doesn’t make a move to push you forward or away. The ball remains in your court as he simply stares down at you, licking his lips, breaths short and heavy.
“Levi”, You say gently, breath brushing against his member as he begins to squirm. You smirk, “Do you have any idea how sexy you are?”
You place a kiss to the inside of his thigh. Another slightly higher, and higher again. His hips buck forward.
“Stop moving”
He stills beneath your hands as you decide to finally grab onto his hardened member, dripping with precum. Slowly but surely, you pump him up and down as he sighs out. you lean forward and place another kiss at the base of his cock. You run your tongue from the base, to the underside and all the way to the top where you twirl your tongue around the head. The grunt that accompanies this action urges you on as you begin to suck deeply.
He Whines out, “Y/N”
You pause and he squirms some more. Hands gripping your hair harder.
“Yes?”
“Please”, he blurts out. “More”
“Do you want to cum?”
He nods vigorously. Good, let Y/N break him. You do your best to relax your throat and breathe deeply through your nose. With a slow push You push forward all the way to the hilt. He Gasps. He’s panting now.
“Please”, he breathes out. Mumbling over and over again. You pull back slightly and let your tongue swirl around the head again. You look up and make eye contact. Mouth hanging open, eyes wound shut. His lips let out moans and whines.
“Oh God!” He lets out before releasing in your mouth. You swallow everything before standing up again. You run your tongue over your lips before looking at him.
Pants pooled around his ankles, eyes glossy, mouth slightly open as his breathing begins to slow. His face is of pure ecstasy.
“So are you willing to listen to me now?” You smile at him gently. “Or do you want to take a minute?”
SPOTTED — heir to braun enterprise reiner braun lip-locking with his childhood friend [y/n]. it’s about time he finally admitted his feelings for innocent lil [y/n]. any update on when his fiance will be back in town?
— reiner braun x reader ( childhood friends to lovers, virgin!reader, they’re like filthy rich in this, flashbacks in italics, cheater!reiner, infidelity, soft!reiner, mating press position, unrequited lovers, mentions of aftercare, reiner make you his toaster strudel lol, not my best work tbh but am proud that i finished it, mentions of anime crossover, minors dni ! )
— theme song: addicted to love, florence & the machine
YOUR WEIGHT SHIFTED FROM ONE FOOT TO ANOTHER AS YOU GLANCED AROUND THE DAZZLING HALL. The cream-colored decorations around the place caused your heart to flutter in your chest. It felt like you were in the most beautiful love dream ever. The sweet scent of vanilla and expensive champagne climbed up your nostrils as you were off in the corner waiting for someone to approach you to cure your boredom. Engagement parties were never your thing.
In the luxury lifestyle you lived, it was all about who would one-up each other for the best engagement gift. In this case, Berholdt won this round with a newly bought Tesla car for the soon-to-be-married couple. You on the other hand were bitter, so you came empty-handed with just your kind words and to eat off their expensive catering menu and even more expensive open bar. You just couldn’t believe your best friend was getting married.
Don’t get me wrong? You were happy for him. But it was supposed to be you. You were the one that was supposed to be sitting in the middle of the table as guests approached you to congratulate you and Reiner. Not her. But you knew you could only blame yourself. Deciding to go travel and do volunteer work fresh out of college. You still remembered the memory of telling Reiner the news as if it was yesterday. Similar to how you were feeling today, it broke Reiner’s heart but you were going to be happy. So who was he to interfere with that?
In the backseat of Reiner’s driver’s car, you were leaned back in the back seat with your legs in Reiner’s lip. Your eyes scanning over the website your advisor sent to you earlier this morning. This was the perfect opportunity for you to venture out from your parents’ grasp of dictating what they wanted you to do with your life. However, the thought of leaving Reiner caused your heart to crumble in your chest. He was your best friend. And possibly the love of your life.
“So, hypothetically thinking…” You started.
“Oh lord.” Reiner huffed as he glanced up from his cellphone to look at you. “What now?”
You playfully rolled your eyes at him before speaking once again, “I want to travel the world after graduating.” You said. “I want to help other people. Might as well use my riches for good other than Chanel bags and red bottoms.” You said with a shrug.
You could read Reiner’s expression, “Did Iwaizumi put this idea in your mind?”
“What? No.” You argued.
“You’ve spent the majority of undergrad talking about taking over your mother’s business. Now you just want to ditch that to travel.” He said.
“And help people. Travel and help people.” You corrected Reiner. “You know, how much I loved doing that no matter if it dealt with the campus or my mother’s business. Volunteer work has always been something huge for me. I expected you to be a little more supportive.”
Reiner’s face burnt in embarrassment. “I’m sorry.” He said. “I overreacted. It’s just we haven’t been apart in years. We’ve been raised together, been through thick and thin.” Reiner found himself explaining.
He fiddled with his fingers before speaking once again, “We‘ve never been apart Y/N.”
You removed your legs off his lap and hugged his side. The scent of Eden-Roc by Dior lingered up your nostrils as you hugged his side. You have always taken note that Reiner wore his heart on his sleeve. He wasn’t afraid to show emotion when it came to you. You’ve witnessed him cry. You witnessed him get angry. You’ve seen it all.
“It will only be a goodbye for now, not forever.” You said.
“Sure, but you have to promise you’ll call me every day,” Reiner said.
Here you were years later sipping on expensive champagne brooding away near the open bar. You were chatting it up with the bartender due to the majority of the people you’ve known at the party being too occupied to even say hello to you. Maybe you should just leave early, and come up with a lie. Tell Reiner that the oysters gave you a stomachache.
“If you’re thinking about using the ‘Reiner, I’m going home. I have a stomachache due to the oysters’ excuse’ get it out your head right now.”
When you glanced up from the apple slice that was in your martini glass, there was your best friend. Reiner Braun. The big and beefy heir to his family company.
“Because I know you like an open book. You don’t love her.” You uttered as you leaned against the bar, your eyes darting from watching his fiance mingle with some guests to him.
“Things have changed. We’ve grown up, matured…” Reiner’s voice trails off as he brings his glass of scotch up to his lips. He takes a huge sip before he noticed Annie waving him off. “I should get back to being a good host.”
Before Reiner walked away, you grabbed at the sleeve of the button-down shirt he was wearing. You finished your glass before you’re grabbing a napkin and a pen. With a quickness, you’re scribbling down where you’re staying up until after the wedding. “If you’re having second thoughts and my gut is telling the truth, which I know it is.” You stopped briefly sliding the napkin over to him across the bar.
“Meet me where I’ll be staying until tomorrow. If you’re not having second thoughts, just trash the napkin and you won’t hear from me again.” You bluntly admitted before you stuffed the napkin in his dress pants and walked away.
When you stepped outside, you would wait for the valet person to bring your car around. Even with the thought of being the cause of Reiner and his fiance’s downfall, you didn’t feel bad. You felt accomplished. It was better to do it now before the wedding. However, someone would most likely tell you that it would have been better to let him know that you liked him. You had the perfect opportunity. Well, actually there are plenty of opportunities. Of course, you chose the opportunity that could tarnish both of your images.
When your car pulled up, you tipped the driver and got into it. Your phone started ringing and you saw the familiar name flashing up on the Bluetooth screen in your car. “Iwaizumi, what do you want?” You playfully asked.
“Ah, just checking up on my friend after attending the possible love of her life engagement party,” Iwaizumi teased as you could hear the playful banter in his tone.
“Oh brother, here you go again. I’ve told you this when we went backpacking through fucking Spain to stop saying that.” You said.
“Why? It’s true.” Iwaizumi sighed. “At this point, it’s pointless though.”
“No, it’s not.” You said through gritted teeth. You found yourself gripping the steering wheel harshly at those words coming out of his mouth.
“I mean think about it, he’s getting married. The whole world is paying attention to their future wedding like they’re the fuckin’ royals.” Iwaizumi says. “I’m not trying to hurt your feelings Y/N.”It’s just he’s had countless times to express how he felt just as much as you. I just don’t want you to have to sit through a wedding that’s breaking your heart.”
Iwaizumi took notice of your silence. “What did you do?” He questioned.
“Nothing.”
“Liar!”
“I may have invited him to my hotel room to talk.”
Now it was Iwaizumi’s turn to be silent. “I—uh, I have to go. Talk to you another time.”
You couldn’t even get your farewells out before hearing the dial tone of the other end. The call ended abruptly and you were forced alone with your thoughts about the situation and the remaining ride to the hotel.
YOUR FINGERS TRACED ALONGSIDE THE FLUFFY WHITE ROBE as you were pressing the buttons on the tv remote. Your eyes were glued to the television as you were attempting to find something to watch. After the engagement party and the quite heated talk with Reiner, you were telling yourself that maybe you should just skip the wedding. Return to your nicely furnished villa in Barcelona where you tried new foods every day and did volunteer work. On the other hand, you wanted to fight for this. You wanted to fight for Reiner.
Yes, it was practically wrong considering that he was engaged. His engagement was also everywhere, you couldn’t particularly avoid it. However, you’ve known him since you were little. You used to bathe with him when you were little kids. You used to spend nights at his house. You laughed at each other posts on that silly Gossip Girl website. You wore his stupid little leatherman jacket when you were cold during one of his football games in high school. Tonight when you looked into his eyes, you didn’t see love or happiness. You saw dread.
You felt nervous though. What if he wouldn’t show? It’ll be too risky to be seen going into someone’s hotel room while your fiance was sleeping away the expensive cocktails she drank throughout the day. But you were his best friend. He would do anything for you, right?
The knock on your hotel room door, caused you to jump. Before answering the door, you checked your phone and saw the countless messages and missed calls from Reiner. You didn’t bother to check them, not wanting to crush your soul of if those messages and his phone calls were just him apologizing for not coming over. Claiming that he did love this woman and the wedding was still going on. As Iwaizumi said, that would break your heart.
When you unlocked the door, Reiner was standing in the hall. His buttoned-up shirt buttons were undone showing the white-colored wifebeater. His hair was disheveled as if he ran his hands through it one too many times. He was a panting mess as if he had just been jogging.
“I took the stairs because the person in the elevator didn’t hold the doors.” He huffed as he looked at you.
You were completely lost with words. He showed up. Your mouth was gasped open in shock and the words Reiner was rambling on about were going into one ear and out the other, you could hear your best friend kiss his teeth in annoyance at you dazing out. He’s taking a step forward before his tall stature is hovering over you to place a kiss on your gasped lips. It took you by shock, the taste of the drinks he consumed now imprinted on your tongue as you backed up into the hotel room. The sound of the door forcing shut between you two could be heard as you could feel Reiner’s hands going inside the robe. You melted into his touch when you felt his callous hands rubbing at your bare cunt. Your body backed up slowly until you could feel the edge of a king-sized bed.
Your body fell back with a nudge by Reiner. Your eyes met with his as he was quickly stripping out the layers of clothes he was wearing. Bit by bit you were exposed to Reiner’s bare body. The closest you got to seeing Reiner naked was when you booked a spa day for the two of you after the dreadful season of him playing college football. But tonight, you were seeing it all. His cock sprung out of his boxers tapping at his toned abs. The tip of his cock was decorated with the white liquid of his precum. If you looked closely, you could even see the thick vein that imprinted the side of his shaft.
“Are you sure?” Reiner asked.
You could feel his hands reaching to caress your soft body. “I should be the one asking you that.” You uttered as you looked at him.
You only gain a hum before he’s pushing the white robe off your body. The faint chill that washed over your bare body when you were now fully vulnerable. In the bliss of the moment, you were forced to remember a conversation between you and Reiner when you were just sophomores in college.
You walked side by side down the long walkway after leaving the university’s cafe. Reiner always had this thing where he walked you back to your dorm no matter what. You could be staying late with org meetings, he’ll be waiting right outside the student center for you. You can have an evening class, he would wait for you. Sometimes he even would join your evening study group if that meant being able to make sure you made it to your dorms safely.
The walks across campus were always slow, the both of you enjoying each other company since college was getting busier. With him being on the football team and his rigorous business administration classes and then there’s you with your classes and being a part of SGA. For a split moment, you felt your friendship with him slipping through your fingertips bit by bit. But there he stood outside whatever academic building you were in to be sure you made it to your dorm room safely.
As you were walking, the two of you walked by a girl that you realized was on the cheer squad. You noticed that seductive and flirtatious tint in the woman’s eyes as she eye-fucked Reiner. However, her eyes then noticed you by his side and she added a little more pep into her step. You glanced over at Reiner noticing he was blushing and you only laughed. “Wow, I knew you were popular on campus. But not that popular.” You elbowed his side causing Reiner to rub at the back of his neck in embarrassment.
“I’ve only talked to her once or twice. I think she wants to have sex with me…” His voice trails off as the two of you were walking.
“There’s a but isn’t it?” You asked.
You understood that it was college. You let a bunch of young adults live on a huge campus with hardly any parental guidance hormones were going to be through the roof. Due to Reiner’s status on campus, you understood that women were going to be eyeing him constantly. Like any hormonal guy, you knew he would fall for the temptation. However, you were only the best friend. You couldn’t tell him much but to do it safely because his parents would kill him (and you because for some reason you’ll be guilty of not talking him out of it) for getting someone knocked up.
“She’s only pursuing me because she and Eren broke up,” Reiner shrugged. “Therefore, I kinda avoid her at all times. Just so I won’t be in the middle of it. ‘Cause if Eren found out… never mind.” He abruptly stopped shoving his hands into his jacket as he continued to walk.
You knew who Eren was. He also was on the football team and occasionally bugged you when you were doing volunteer work at the campus library. “He would do what Rei?” You questioned.
“He’ll most likely make advances at you,” Reiner quickly admitted as he stopped at the residence hall you resided in.
You let out a chuckle, “You won’t have to worry about that.” You adjusted your tote bag that was on your shoulder.
Reiner looked at you in a confused way. “You’re not understanding—“
You cut him off. “I’m still a virgin and I would never let Eren be my first.” You chuckled. “Iwaizumi that works at the student gym, probably. But Eren Yeager, please Rei. I’m a woman of standards.”
Now it was time for Reiner to chuckle, “Okay. Just stay clear of him. He isn’t shit.”
You shake your head with a laugh, “Goodbye Reiner.” You said as you tugged open the resident hall door.
The memory disappeared in your mind when you felt Reiner’s mouth latch upon your nipple. His tongue swirls around your nipple causing you to moan out his name. Your hands brought him closer to your body, wanting to feel every bit of him. Hips grinding sensually just to feel some form of fiction. “A bit eager? When was the last time someone made you feel good?” Reiner asked as he was leaving a trail of kisses in the middle of your chest.
You felt a heat rush go through your body. Your ears grew hot and sooner your cheeks felt like they were burning due to the embarrassment. “Rei, I’m still a virgin.” You mumbled holding back a soft whimper when you felt that he was back to decorating your smooth skin with kisses.
And now with your faces just inches apart basking in each other’s body warmth, Reiner gave you a bewildered look. As if he couldn’t believe the words that tumbled out of your mouth. However, you watched his face soften before he’s entrapping you into a passionate kiss that caused your body to cool down. He’s pulling apart completely flustered and his face as red as a cherry. “I’ll be gentle and take it slow.”
“Then do it already.” You uttered as your eyes met his and once again your body felt hot.
The moment that you were waiting for. Always telling yourself that you were going to lose your virginity to Reiner or your other guy friend Iwaizumi. Didn’t particularly expect it to be under these circumstances, but you were ready. You remembered during college how your different roommates would gossip about their sex lives and how you had this dilemma where you held onto your virginity so close. Although, for others, it was just a pointless social construct made to have some form of drift between genders. To some, they cherish the thought of being sure to do it with the right person. You hated yourself for being one of those people, especially considering the number of your friends who would tell you that they don’t even talk to the person they lost their virginity to anymore.
The intense feeling of Reiner pushing himself in you cause your body to tense up. He caressed your face forcing you to look at him. Tears tingled your eyelash lines as you looked at him and soon felt the pad of his thumb brush against your cheek, “Just relax. I got you.” He said.
His voice came out like a whisper. Delicate and caring. You exhaled sharply while bringing his body closer. Inch by inch, Reiner is pushing his cock furthermore inside you. Your legs shaking in anticipation with the more of Reiner you were taking. The intense feeling that felt on your lower half felt like you had done a leg workout in the gym. It felt like it was on fire, but soon that fierce feeling was replaced with a feeling of passion. “I’m going to go faster, would you like that?” Reiner questioned.
“Yes.” You stuttered out. “Please.” You begged as you looked up at him.
Reiner’s lips clashed against yours muffling any form of whimpers and moans. Legs hooked under his strong arms as his chest was pressed against yours in a lewd mating press position, Reiner’s hips drove forward. Your head fell back into the fluffiness of the pillow as Reiner’s pace only quicken. The only thing that could be heard was the pornographic sound of heated skin slapping against each other and breathy groans. Your fingernails dug into Reiner’s arms as you could feel his balls slapping at your wet folds with each thrust.
“Fuck,” Reiner uttered under his breath. You could feel the feeling of your legs hooked upon his arms intensify as he rocked forward some more.
Your moans were like music to Reiner’s ears. At this moment it felt like it was only you two in the world. That in this time, this was the both of you confessing your love for each other. That when this was over with, you finally were able to have that happily ever after. It wasn’t anything new that Reiner was having second thoughts about the wedding. With each passing day, the amount of guilt bubbled around in his stomach as he went to expensive dinners with his fiance and attended galas with her. The thought of kissing his fiance and wishing it was his best friend who decided to backpack around the world to help people. The thought of having sex with his fiance when he wanted it to be you moaning and whimpering out his name. He could worry about that later, but at this moment he wanted to make you feel good. Especially given the opportunity of being your first.
Minutes turned to over an hour as Reiner could feel his balls tighten. The fiery feeling of him about to cum and he could tell you were close to the edge also. The way sweat droplets decorated your forehead and your swollen lips from kissing and making out were gasped open. It was a beautiful sight to Reiner. His index and middle finger move in between your sweat-coated body before he’s rubbing at your clit. Your eyes lolled in the back of your head at that action. “Rei, I’m about to—” Your words were cut off at the burst of pleasure you felt in the pit of your stomach.
Your legs quivered under Reiner’s arms as he finally released them from being locked over his. His fingers rubbed at your clit, massaging it slowly and through your breathtaking orgasm.
Followed by your orgasm, it was Reiner next to come down from his high of being buried balls deep inside your cunt. Tugging himself out quickly before his cock begins to spritz out his cum right on your tummy. His weary groans were as beautiful as the sound of the waterfalls you’ve discovered when traveling. Gosh, you couldn’t get the sight of his face while he was cumming out of your head. His face was red as ever, but for some reason, it was his ears that were brightest and most notable.
When he was finally done, the only thing that could be heard was the sound of the two of you panting.
“I’ll go run a bath for you and grab a towel. Just don’t—uh move.” Reiner says before he’s placing a quick peck on your forehead and going towards the bathroom.
You let out a sigh of relief as you were laying in the bed. Your legs and lower half aching for a luxury spa and warm bath. Your eyes drifted close once you felt the warm cloth on your stomach. Soon they were fluttering back open when you heard the buzzing of your phone. You grabbed your phone that was on the nightstand. When you saw a message from Iwaizumi with the link to the notorious Gossip Girl post, your eyebrows crinkled together in confusion. You haven’t been mentioned on Gossip Girl since you were in college. Hearing the water in the bathroom getting turned on, you assumed that Reiner was starting a bath. Now it was time for you to press the link.
SPOTTED — Rich Boy Rei makes his way into our favorite girl of the city Y/N hotel room. We thought people talk it out with their partners when they’re having cold feet, not get under another woman. But they do say, best friends are better together than never.
