warnings not edited, other than that… nothing much lol
genre fluff, angst ( ? ), modern au, established relationship
word count1.3k
inspirationn / a
synopsis in the final days you have with eren before you have to go away for college, he takes you on one last date before you leave
a / n back from a hiatus i wasn’t even aware i was taking only explanation is that i’ve been in between fandoms and didn’t feel like writing for anyone really. but i’ve recently attached myself to jjk so let’s see how that goes
“Eren, I don’t understand the need for a blindfold.” Your fingers came up to touch the material for the umpteenth time. Eren scoffed, his hand coming over to swat your hand away just like the other times.
“It wouldn’t be much of a surprise without one, would it?” Your body jerked to the right as Eren hit another sharp turn.
You huffed. “Well, the more you drive recklessly, the more I want this surprise to be over.”
He laughed. “Don’t worry, you big baby. We’re here now.” The car eased to a stop in what you guessed was a parking spot. It didn’t take long for you to process where this surprise was.
From the amount of turns, to the salty smell of the ocean. You already knew Eren had taken you to the beach.
“We’re at the beach?” Eren finally removed that blindfold. The beach was practically deserted at this hour, at least on the side Eren always brought you to.
“Don’t like it?” He asked, already getting out of the car.
You followed suit, opening the passengers door and having Eren join by your side. “I don’t mind but we come here all the time.”
“I know, I know,” Eren grabs the both of your wrists, leading you both from the pavement to the sea of sand. “But I wanted this to be the last spot we came to before you have to start packing tomorrow.”
Eren said it with a smile but you could tell that sentence hurt him more to say than for you to hear. For you, Eren had always put on a brave face. No matter what the circumstances were, he always made sure you knew he was “taking it well”.
Being one of the closest people to Eren, you knew when he was on the opposite spectrum of that. You knew when a situation was weighing down on him, you knew when he was stressed out, you could when he just wanted to breakdown.
You saw all those things clearly ever since you told him you wanted to travel for college. Specifically, thousands of miles away from him. Eren always knew he wanted to stay homebound for college, and so did you. But unlike him, you didn’t have much ties to your hometown. Besides him and your friends.
And you had the overwhelming want to travel since forever. Since you got the chance with a scholarship to a college across the country, you weren’t going to pass it up. Much to Eren’s dismay.
He was upset, to say the least. It wasn’t direct but he was trying to convince you to try other options. Like for example, stay with him. Thankfully, he let that hope go when he saw that you were serious about this decision.
Yet, even though you knew he had come to terms with the idea, he was still hurt and worried for your relationship. You were too. For the past year your relationship has managed to withstand anything, but the possibility that long distance could deliver the blow prodded at you.
“I think this is our usual spot.” Eren sat down on the sand, bringing you down with him. You two sat side by side in silence. Just listening to the repeated crashing of the waves.
It reminded you of the moment this had become you and Eren’s spot. One year ago, the both of you sitting close to this very spot on the sand. Talking about nothing. There was no worry that one of you had to leave for a while. Just the worry Eren had that you’d say no to his request of being his girlfriend.
The memory made you laugh, your forehead meeting your knees. Eren looked over in concern.
“Are you okay?” Your eyes met his curious gaze and you couldn’t help but laugh more.
“I was just thinking about the night you confessed to me. And how we started dating at this exact spot.” Your laughter subsided as you laid back onto the sand. In the moment, you weren’t worried where it landed but you knew you’d be annoyed when you say up.
Yet, when Eren joined you and copied the way you looked up at the sky, your future worries melted with ease.
“16 year old Eren was quite the romantic, choosing to confess to you at a beach at night.” Eren mused. You hummed, a soft laugh rumbling in your chest.
“Now that I think about it, I think that’s the most romantic thing you’ve done.” Your laughter was more audible when you heard Eren’s gasp.
His hand landed on his chest, he was obviously offended. “I have done romantic things since then,” He sat up onto his elbows.
“Like— remember the time I—” Eren paused when began to laugh more hysterically. He scoffed, plopping back onto the sand.
“You were joking.” He said bitterly in realization. You nodded, shuffling over to place your head on his chest.
“I was just joking, bub. You’re very romantic.” Eren sucked his teeth, his hand coming up to dust sand from your hair.
You cleared your throat. “I’m going to miss this.” You whispered, hesitant, hoping you didn’t cut deeper into any of Eren’s open wounds. He inhaled deeply.
“So am I.” He whispered back, his hand rested on the side of your neck, his thumb caressing your cheek.
The silence returned but you could only focus on the present. You wouldn’t get a moment like this with Eren for a while and that you couldn’t even imagine.
“You know,” Eren interrupted your thought process. You hummed in response. “I brought you here to stargaze.”
“Really?” You inquired.
“Yea. I wanted to say one of those cheesy lines like how, even though you’re thousands of miles away, I’d always be with you because of the stars. But then I realized that line was really bad.” He laughed it off. And usually, you would too. But just him admitting that weighed into the fact you’d really be without him and only with him through your devices.
You wouldn’t be able to hear any more borderline terrible jokes or what he considers romantic lines in person, on his chest, on his shoulder. The thought singly made tears well up in your eyes and your tears fell before you could blink them away.
The sudden wet spots of Eren’s shirt and the sound of your sniffling alerted him. He sat up immediately, bringing your body up as well.
“Oh no, I know it was really bad but don’t cry.” Eren’s fingers came to wipe your tears before cradling your face in his palms. You laughed at him sadly.
“I’m not crying because of your terrible line, idiot. I’m crying because I’m actually going miss you telling me them in person. It’s not going to be the same when we’re thousands miles apart.” Your explanation made Eren frown.
He sighed, leaning his forehead onto your own. “I know. And I know it’s selfish to say that I’d do anything for you to stay with me but I know you going to that college is what’s best for you. I want what’s best for you and if it means we’ll have to be apart for a while, I can accept that.”
Again with the silence with only the sound of the waves. You sat on Eren’s words, trying to accept the situation just like he had.
You scoffed, weakly hitting his chest. “How are you taking this better than me?”
Eren laughed, pulling back hut still keeping his hands cupping your face. “I’m not, seriously. But I love you and I know that this is what’s happening. And I know we’ll still be together no matter what.”
That made your frown upturn a bit. Eren had faith in your relationship, and there was no reason for you to have doubt when he didn’t.
Sometimes I think about getting high with Eren and the lazy, needy make out session that would inevitably follow.
Straddling his lap while he looked up at you under half lidded eyes, a lazy smile that ends in a lip bite as he fits the joint between your lips, his hand rubbing your hip soothingly as you take a hit.
“Good girl, go easy,” he’d encourage on your inhale, his deep voice barely louder than a whisper.
You might cough a little and he would pull the joint back, muttering a low, “c’mere baby,” before taking a deep hit himself then using the back of your neck to pull your lips to his. He’d open his mouth against yours, exhaling the smoke into your mouth before slipping his tongue in alongside it. The kiss that follows is slow, wet, and when his hand drifts south to your ass where he starts a slow grind across his lap, your hushed sounds of pleasure that Eren swallows down only encourage him more.
You didn’t bother to look when he was setting the joint down on the ashtray next to the couch. When his kisses starting to trace along your jaw, your neck, teeth gently scraping your collarbone before a soothing lick of his tongue.
And it may have been the weed, it probably played at least a small part…what had caused the blood to rush through your veins, your head to fall back as your eyes fluttered closed. Or maybe it was both of his hands on your hips, keeping the pace of that slow lazy grind across his now hard cock beneath you. Or maybe it was the effortless way he slipped the straps of your tank top down, his lips wrapping around your perked nipples with a soft groan that had a shiver running up your spine.
“So fucking sexy,” he would whisper with your nipple still in his mouth, looking up at you with dilated pupils, not bothering to move the hair that had fallen in his face. His cheeks were flushed a rosy pink when he let his tongue circle your nipple, his hips bucking in a frenzied moment before voicing low, “I wanna fuck you so bad.”
“Please,” it came out as a whimper, your hands slipping into his long hair as he leaned up to offer a soft peck against your lips.
And moments later, with his pants pushed down just low enough to free his hard cock, your panties long discarded, the slow sink onto him had you biting into your bottom lip, your gaze locked on his while he leaned his head back on the couch.
“Ah, ah, fuck,” he would slow you down, one strong arm laid along the top of the couch, the other on your hips setting the pace as you claimed inch after inch of him, “There you go, sit pretty for me, okay?”
He had to know you couldn’t answer. Not when he was stretching you so perfectly, filling you so deeply. The quiet chuckle sounding from him told you he knew exactly what he was doing to you.
And when you were fully seated, his cock completely sheathed inside you, you would whine.
Whine because he would lift you up back up just barely, and you would feel the drag of his cock against your cunt for only a second before he paused. An inch, maybe two reclaimed by him.
If even a second longer had passed, you would have taken that inch back, pushed yourself down onto his lap until you had his entire cock sheathed inside your soaked cunt once more. But Eren didn’t give you a second. The weed had him extraordinarily lazy… but neverpatient.
He punctuated each word with a deep, slow, fuck up into you and it suddenly made sense why he reclaimed that inch. Why he made room for his cock to begin a pleasantly torturous pace in and out of your cunt while his lips locked onto your tits once more.
And with your hands gripped onto his muscular shoulders, as that familiar coil in your stomach wound tighter and tighter, the promise of release just skirting the edges of your desire raddled thoughts - Joint or no joint, you realized, would you always find a certain kind of high around Eren.
Series Summary: Over the last four years, you’ve become a rising star in the adult entertainment industry. Yet, you can’t seem to forget one of the actors you met in the very beginning of your career — Eren Jaeger. You might even say you’ve got a bit of a crush on him with how often you watch his videos. When you’re hired by Bellesa Films to shoot a sex video, they allow you to choose your partner, and without hesitation you request Eren Jaeger. And while the sex is bliss, like nothing you’ve ever experienced before, you’re ignorant to the truth behind your years-long crush.
Chapter Summary: You and Eren meet again, but this time it’s for a video you never expected to film: a porn movie with both Jaeger brothers.
Content Warnings: INCEST, smut, some angsty elements. Dub-con, Public sex, being filmed while having sex, threesome, heavy degradation, slapping, sex toys, cunnilingus, humiliation, nipple play, spanking, bondage - leash and restraints, throat-fucking, rough sex, dacryphilia, sadism, breath play, bukkake, daddy kink, squirting, choking, spit play, impact play, overstimulation, orgasm denial, cum eating, submissive reader and some submissive Eren, 69, rimming/ass eating, anal fingering and sex, double penetration, a pinch of a physical altercation, hurt/comfort
Length:17K
Eren is several hours early again. This time, he’s early out of sheer nervousness and dread, not like last time where he was excited and giddy to meet his years-long crush. Instead, his body is racked with a different kind of fear, a fear that you’d meet his brother and choose him over Eren.
It would make sense for you to choose Kruger, wouldn’t it? He’s definitely bigger, manlier, more popular, sexier. Not to mention you’ve been watching his videos for years – Eren could only wish that were true in his case. From the very first time Eren met you, he’d showcased what a downright idiot he is. Who’s to say that Kruger won’t be suave and impress you right away? Eren feels himself tugging at his roots and biting at his lip as his thoughts travel a hundred miles a minute. He feels it in his bones, that the minute you meet Kruger – the impossibly cool and much more attractive version of himself, the version of himself that you’ve been pleasuring yourself to for years – he’ll lose the fight for your heart. And that thought terrifies him.
A sea of emotions – self-loathing, doubt, jealousy, nerves – it threatens to swallow Eren whole. He sits on one of the couches, far from the cameras pointed at the massive bed in the center of the room. Every time he glances up at the bed, he’s reminded of what’s to come, and bile rises to his throat as he pictures the moment you will fall for his brother over him. Who’s to say what happened between you two wasn’t just a fluke? That his identical twin brother won’t be able to do the same, or do even better? Eren fears the worst, a leg bouncing rapidly in place and his fingers strumming unpractised anxious rhythms over his fabric-covered thighs.
For a while it’s only the set crew who are working, buzzing around like worker bees, adjusting this and setting up that, while awaiting the direction of their queen. To Eren’s dismay, their queen turns out to be an irritable blonde with a penchant for testing his patience.
“Hey baby boo,” Zeke greets his brother, Eren feeling a light smack on the back of his head as Zeke tap’s his skull with a bundle of bound papers.
The script, Eren realizes, as he soothes the sting on the back of his head.
“Will you ever stop fucking doing that? Shit hurts.” Eren asks with irritation clear in his voice.
“Absolutely not,” Zeke grins, the rolled up script hovering over Eren’s head.
“Didn’t know you were directing today,” Eren grumbles, sticking an arm out to collect the plans for his demise.
“And miss this family reunion? Not even the Euro World Cup could stop me.”
“You’re the fucking worst, Zeke,” Eren sighs, a hand coming up to his forehead to push his bangs back away from his face as his other hand takes the script from Zeke. His eyes scan the first page, rolling his eyes at the stupid porn title ‘TWINS TAG TEAM GIRL INTO SUBMISSION’.
“Read it. Memorize your lines. Hair and wardrobe is coming in an hour,” Zeke says, standing before his brother. Eren is too busy reading the script to form a reply, so Zeke adds, “and Eren?”
Eren looks up.
“Stick to the damn script this time. Your brother’s patience is much thinner than mine. He’d ring us both with his own two hands if you pull that romantic shit again.”
As Zeke walks away, Eren’s thoughts go back to you, back to the last video you both filmed together. How amazing that experience truly was. He’s disappointed at having to film this instead – his eyes hover over the words ‘throat fucking’,‘leash’, ‘whore’. As his eyes travel further down the script (‘vibrator’, ‘cumslut’, ‘slap her face’), he’s stunned to realize what you’ve both gotten yourself into. Neither of you have filmed anything like this, and it only further fuels his doubts.
Eren never watches his brother’s porn videos – no need to fuel his insecurities any further. So he had no idea what kind of video the three of you were making today until he saw the script. But now that he knows that you watch Kruger’s videos – and get off to them, no less – he’s doubting everything he knows about you.
What if you likethis?
What if you prefer this, even?
What if you fall for Kruger instead of him?
What if Kruger out performs him?
What if he brings you to heights that even Eren can’t reach?
What if…
What if…
What if…
Those are the only words that cloud his mind for the next 52 minutes.
Kruger and Eren may be identical twins, yet they’re anything but identical.
While Eren typically arrives to sets hours late, Kruger is punctual. Eren comes to set dressed casually, as if he could care less about the job he’s about to do – which in some ways is true. Because why should he dress up if he’s going to be taking it all off anyway? But Kruger? With him, he knows that image is important – his entire brand is his image. He always comes on set impeccably dressed, as if waiting to be called onto a runway at any moment, his movements trailed by the lingering scent of his expensive Tom Ford cologne.
When he walks on set, sunglasses perched high on his nose, loose chestnut hair cascading over his shoulders, he arrives exactly 52 minutes after Eren began spiraling. Today he wears a fitted black t-shirt over a dark pair of pants tucked into expensive boots, his strong arms on display along with a watch that costs more than several months of Eren’s salary. Not that anyone’s counting.
As his eyes scan the room, Kruger’s surprised to find his younger brother’s even on set – Eren isn’t known for being punctual. Eren’s still sitting on the couch, eyes glazed over as he’s lost in thought, his script hanging loosely in his hands. He’s startled out of his trance by a smack to his shoulder blades, a rough push that was so forceful he found himself stumbling in his seat.
“You actually showed up,” Kruger speaks down to his seated sibling as he retracts his hand, his voice deep and laced with condescension. He lifts his sunglasses, resting them on the crown on his head, eyeing his brother with a more scrutinizing look now that the shades were out of the way. Kruger and Eren lived in completely different worlds – they had different friends, resided in different cities, and lived completely separate lives. So it was rare for them to be even in the same room, save for reluctantly attending family gatherings. And Eren wishes to keep it that way.
“I’m surprised you’d agree to this,” is Eren’s reply. He unwinds the script that he had folded in half in his nervous hands, and pretends to read over the lines, anything to get his brother to leave him alone. But for Kruger, this set was his turf. He had no reason to back off, not when he’s the one with the upper hand here.
“You should be thanking me, brüderchen,” he says, with a smirk and a teasing uptick of his voice at the diminutive word. Eren wants to tell him to stop calling him that, to remind him that he’s literally only ten minutes older, but Kruger continues to speak, “Maybe you’ll actually get pretty popular after being featured with me. Cause that OnlyFans shit isn’t getting you anywhere. I’m practically doing you a favor.”
“I don’t care about getting popular,” Eren retorts, not even bothering to look up at him. Sure, his older brother has his face, but sometimes Eren wishes he could wipe it right off of him. Eren thinks if he looks up now and sees the face of the man his crush has been lusting after for years, even if it is his own fucking face, he’ll lose it. So instead he simmers, his feelings stirring within him but controlled as best as he could manage.
Kruger crosses his arms over his chest. He’s bigger than his younger brother, both in stature and in muscle mass, and it shows now that he’s towering over Eren’s seated form.
“Hope you’ll be able to keep up. We’re not doing any of that romantic shit you’re used to.”
Eren grits his teeth, his mind flooded with images of the video he filmed with you. If he’s being honest, he doesn’t want to film a hardcore porn video with you. He really enjoyed that ‘romantic shit’ – he enjoyed that more than any sexual encounter he’s ever had in his life. But all of his self-doubts and self-confidence issues aside, there’s another reason he doesn’t want to film this threesome: he doesn’t want to see you hurt.
“She’s not used to hardcore stuff. Go easy on her,” Eren says, finally taking a moment to look up at his brother. Green irises meet green, and for a moment Kruger’s surprised to see his brother looks quite serious. Eren never seems to care about anything. But suddenly he shows a seriousness when it involves this woman?
And then, Kruger laughs. It’s a deep rumble from his broad chest, incredulous that his brother would even make that request. Did he not read the script?
“If you want to keep working in this industry,” Kruger starts, and he leans down closer to his brother as he continues speaking, “You’re going to have to grow a spine, brother.”
Before Eren can even begin to think of a reply, Kruger spots a tall brunette and a short blonde woman walking into the room, a trunk and a pair of suits with them. Kruger nods his head towards them, informing Eren that they are the stylists for the two of them. Eren simply nods in acknowledgement. Before they can come over to begin their work, Kruger says, low enough for only his brother to hear:
“I’ve seen her videos before.”
Eren suddenly feels even worse, if that was possible. As if his heart wasn’t already lost somewhere in his stomach, it must be in his ass now. It was bad enough that you watched Kruger’s videos. But now he’s aware of yours? What’s next, does he think you’re –
“She’s hot. Can’t wait to see what she’s like in action, when it’s real and she’s not faking.”
Eren, his voice low and his eyes trained on the ground, only responds with a shaky, “Our videos weren’t fake.”
He says this, partly to his brother, to tell him he’s wrong. That real sex can be had without having to make it a hardcore porn – hell, you came five times the last time you both filmed together. He definitely knew that you weren’t faking.
But mostly, he says it to remind himself – because that’s the only thing that separates him from Kruger, isn’t it? The fact that the connection between you two was real, and not just you watching videos late at night in the comfort of your bed. The only thing that keeps Eren’s hopes from turning to dust is the fact that Kruger still doesn’t have that real connection with you. That for now, he’s still some virtual image, and that Eren is real and the pleasure he gave you was real. The kisses, the laughs, they were real. He felt a spark between you two – one that Kruger can’t possibly have by only being the man you watch on your phone screen.. And hopefully, he never will have it.
Kruger only acknowledges Eren’s words with a low “hm.”
And as they are both ushered to respective areas to dress and prepare for the scene, Eren can’t help but wonder what you were feeling right now. Are you excited to finally be with his brother? Do you want Kruger instead? Or do you have the same feelings he does? He wishes he knew.
He hopes that in an hour from now, once the cameras start rolling, that he’ll find out.
You’re sitting in a chair across from a mirror, your body practically swaying back and forth, barely able to contain your nerves. It’s palpable, the way your eyes bounce across the walls and your legs vibrate with your jitters. As the makeup artist in front of you paints on your red lipstick for the third time (only because you keep chewing your lips), she notes the way you pull your bathrobe tighter and cross and uncross your arms multiple times.
“First time?” she asks, arching an eyebrow.
“No, no,” you try not to shake your head, her pinky resting on your cheek to remind you to stay still as she paints your face. “I’ve just… never worked with Kruger before. I’m not sure what to expect. Guess I’m just…nervous.”
You’ve been a porn actress for years now – so meeting new actors shouldn’t have you on the edge like this. But you were a nervous wreck, fraught with the questions repeating in your mind: What’s Eren’s twin going to be like? Is Eren okay with being in a threesome with his brother? Is he okay with me being in a threesome with his brother?
The makeup artist lets out a single tuft of air, a pathetic excuse for a chortle, her expression quite bored. Her chin-length black hair sways gently as she pulls back from your face. “That’s what they all say. We’ll see how you feel at first touch-up.”
“What do you–”
Suddenly she takes out a spray bottle, presumably setting spray, though she whips it in front of your face so fast you don’t have a chance to read the label. She sprays it in a ‘Z’ pattern, the mist dusting across your dolled-up face, before she sets it down with a loud smack against the wooden table. “You’re all set. Try not to bite your lips off before you start filming.”
You nod as she sets down her tools next to the makeup bag on the desk in front of you. She saunters off, effectively cutting your conversation short, as she starts to chat with another member of the crew. She leaves you alone, heading to the back of the room, and you take the time to stare at your reflection in the mirror. She may be apathetic, but she did a damn good job – you look sexy. Hair cascading in waves down your back, a sultry cat-eye with smokey eye shadow, vivid red lipstick delicately painted across your lips. You look so much more alluring and so much more dangerous than when you are made-up for romantic porn. The sight only fuels your anxiety further, the simmering bubbles in your stomach an out-right rolling boil now. You admit to yourself that you’re curious: you’ve seen Eren’s – no, Kruger’s – porn before, but you mostly stick to his solo videos. So you aren’t sure what a threesome would entail, especially one with his own brother. You almost bite on your lip again out of nerves but when your eyes catch sight of the makeup artist in the background of your reflection you decide against it for fear of incurring her annoyance a fourth time.
Instead, your fingers come up to brush against the black leather collar you’re wearing. Besides the bathrobe, and leather cuffs on your wrists, it’s the only thing you’re wearing. Your index finger hooks itself into the D-rings of your collar, tugging slightly, just to test how it will feel. There’s three of these rings on the collar: one in the center, and two at each side of your neck. You can see the leather wrist straps poking out from underneath the bathrobe. A short chain adorns each cuff, with clasps at the end of the chain. You’ve never used this before, but it’s glaringly obvious that the two chains on your wrist connect to the two loops on either side of your neck. The front loop… well, when your eyes dart across the room, to the long black leash laid flat on the bed, you know what that loop is for. The only other item of clothing in the room is a set of red pumps, a bright red to match your lipstick with heels sharp enough to kill.
As you stare at yourself in the mirror, you reflect on the last time you spoke to Eren, at the conclusion of the last video you filmed together.
With terror taking hold of Eren’s features, he said to you, “Kruger wants to work with us.”
If you had received that call even a few hours ago, you would have perhaps been excited, ecstatic even, to hear the news from Hitch. Instead, you stared at Eren, unable to speak, the truth about your relationship weighing heavy in your lungs.
“Babe? Should I say yes?” You registered that Hitch was talking on the other line, but you were unable to break eye contact with Eren, his frown deepening with each passing second. Hitch continued, “You know how it goes with the big agencies, they’ll find someone else if we don’t reply…”
She continued talking, but the only voice that stood out was Eren’s.
“Say yes,” he said.
You couldn’t fathom why he would agree to this, your eyebrows stitched and your eyes taking on a look of confusion. The sex you just had with Eren – it was nothing like anything you’d ever experienced before, and you hoped it was the same for him. You thought you’d felt a deeper connection with him – so wouldn’t he want to stop you from taking this job?
He sighed, swallowing the urge to vomit, or maybe to sob, he didn’t know what to call it, this feeling that made him want to crawl under a rock and never come out. How naive was it for him to believe that you’d really fallen for him the same way he’d fallen for you? And of all fucking people, it had to be his brother.
“This is what you’ve wanted for years right, to work with him?” Eren asked, a bite to his words that you hadn’t ever heard before. He didn’t mean for his words to sound so pointed, but what could he do about his feelings? He wasn’t anything like his brother – Kruger was confident, brazen, ambitious. Meanwhile Eren was this pathetic boy who wore his heart on his sleeve, stumbling along with no goals in his life, too cowardly to do anything other than give up after asking you to get coffees with him. If he really would have tried harder, maybe things could have gone differently all those years ago, and you would’ve never ended up watching Kruger’s videos. So no, Eren wasn’t frustrated with you – it was all with himself.
But in your state of mind, with your body feeling like it was made of lead, and your heart feeling like it was lodged somewhere in your throat, you couldn’t muster the courage to correct him. You wanted to say to him ‘no, I’ve been wanting to work with you again ever since that first video four years ago.” But with the way he spoke, the way his face looked so dejected, the way his whole body slumped with the news – how could you stand to hurt him any further, to try and even deny what was true. Because yes, it was true that the man you’d been pleasuring yourself to wasn’t him, but his brother. And yes, it was true that over the years, the desire to film with the Eren you met four years ago morphed into a desire to film with Jaeger, too.
Eren saw your hesitation, and took it as a confirmation that what he said was true. He swallowed his pride and added, “It will be good for your career too, filming with such a big name like his. Take it. It’ll get you further than filming with me alone.”
He offered you a smile – though it looked pained, like a wince, but it was an attempt. You opened your mouth to speak, but again Hitch’s voice blared in your ear.
“What will it be?”
You stared up at Eren once more, and he gave you a single nod.
“Okay.”
You walked around the room aimlessly as Hitch gave you further details about the shoot. And by the time the conversation with Hitch was over, you turned around to look for Eren, but Eren was gone.
You left the room, walking back towards the main filming area, bumping straight into Hange in the process.
She looked confused, her mouth open as she was about to say something, but you frantically interrupted her.
“Where’s Eren?”
“He, uh,” she turned to her side, pointing a thumb towards the exit, “He just walked out. Are you guys–”
“Can’t talk right now, Hange!” You told her as you began a mad dash for the door. She smothered the urge to laugh at both of your antics, shaking her head as she continued on walking.
Meanwhile, you burst through the exit door, your hand casting a shade over your eyes as you looked into the parking lot under the rays of the afternoon sun. You could see Eren, just about to enter his Ford.
“Eren!” You called after him. He froze for a moment, before slowly turning around as you ran up to him.
“Hey,” you said, looking up at him. You feigned a smile, but he didn’t return it. His face was as blank as you’d ever seen it, completely unreadable.
“Hey,” he replied, though he didn’t match the cheery uptick that you had to your voice.
“I wanted to talk to you before you go,” you started, your hands intertwining behind your back as you bit your lip.
Eren was impassive, leaning his back against his car door and replying with a short, “Okay.”
“I had a great time today–amazing, actually.”
Eren stuffs his hands in his pockets, eyes downcast and unable to meet your gaze. “Yeah, I did too.”
“Are you sure you want to go through with the next shoot? We don’t have to if–” Your words trailed off when Eren finally looked down at you directly, his lips pressed in a firm line and the warmth in his eyes all but extinguished.
“Yeah, really. It’s fine.” Eren was never a good actor, but he gave this his best performance. He had to. He kicked one of his feet against the pavement, continuing, “It would be good for both our careers. He’s got that big channel on PornHub, bigger than either of us. And you’re doing so well recently…a rising star paired with a name like his? Maybe you’ll make your way up to being the next Lana Rhoades or something,” he said with a short laugh, one that sounded hollow.
You chuckled lightly in response. “You think so?”
“Yeah.”
“Thanks.” There was a long pause, before you thought to yourself ‘fuck it, unprofessionalism be damned’. “Hey, Eren… Do you want to maybe get dinner or coffee together?”
He removed a hand from his pocket to scratch at the back of his nape. “Actually, I have to get going. Got to, uh, pick up my niece from soccer practice. I’ll call you?”
He turned around, motioning to open the car door, but you held onto his forearm to stop him.
“Don’t you need my number?”
“Right.” He turned back towards you, taking his phone out of his pocket. He handed it to you with a blank contact on the screen and you entered your name and number before handing it back to him.
You offered him a smile, “I’ll be waiting for you to call, then?”
“Yeah. I’ll call you.”
You took a couple of steps back and watched as he silently got into his car, a single pensive glance back at you before he drove away. You waved him off, hoping that you’d hear from him again.
But Eren never called.
You’re woken from your reverie by a voice calling out from the front door of the room “Ready on set!”
You immediately hop off the chair, making sure to smooth down any flyaways and dustoff your bathrobe as you glance into the mirror one last time. Then, you make your way to the bed, placing the deadly red heels onto your feet, and holding the leash in one of your hands. You take a deep breath, steadying your nerves, before plastering a smile on your face and following the crew towards the set.
When you walk into the room where the shoot will take place, you notice the buzzing of employees and the shouting as Zeke is running around giving last minute instructions. But none of that matters once your eyes find the men you were looking for.
The Jaeger brothers are truly incredibly handsome. You see them from the side, as they are staring at the set, arms crossed and looking rather bored as they wait for you to come in. They’re both dressed exactly the same – dark trousers, white button up shirts, and black waistcoats with black ties. They are both wearing their chestnut brown hair down, Eren’s length reaching just at his shoulders, while Kruger’s is maybe a couple inches longer, grazing his collarbones. They don’t notice you right away, and it gives you time to memorize their features. You can tell them apart, now that you see them side-by-side, because Kruger is even more massive in person than the videos do justice.
You never thought that identical twins could be built differently, but Kruger is taller, his chest is broader, his muscles larger. Everything about his presence is so imposing. While Eren is tall and muscular, he’s definitely more lean, and everything about him is open and approachable. You think of Eren as cute, adorable even. He’s funny, and a bit dumb, but harmless.
But Kruger? Even from afar he’s almost fearsome.
When Eren sees you, he looks at you like he always does: his crush on you is hopelessly apparent in his gaze, and even with the awkward situation you’ve found yourselves in he finds himself smiling at you. Everyone is already positioned to start filming, so you don’t have much time for introductions. As you walk into the room, you’re ushered by one of the crew towards the bed.
You catch a glance at the brothers, meeting their gaze. Eren manages to squeeze out a simple, “Hey”, any other words that he could have said lodged in his throat. His emotions are too conflicting now to make any sense of them, and on top of that you look so damn hot right now that even if it was just the two of you he didn’t think he could have said a word lest he look like an idiot again.
You want to introduce yourself to the older Jaeger brother, and to at least exchange some kind of conversation with Eren, since things ended so awkwardly last time, but there’s no time to waste when the cameras are about to start rolling.
At the crew’s direction, you take your place by the edge of the bed, removing the bathrobe that covered your naked body. You hand off the leash in your hand and the robe to an employee and sit down on the plush mattress, one long bare leg crossed over the other, eyes concentrated on the Jaeger’s off to the side. Kruger and Eren are both talking to their brother Zeke behind the camera in front of you, nodding and discussing what, you don’t know, but you presume it’s about the scene you’re about to film. The two brothers are facing you, a smile offered to you from each. But unspoken in their smiles are their intentions – Eren’s smile is reassuring and earnest, while Kruger’s is teasing and predatory, like a hunter about to take its prey. It makes a shiver run up your spine.
You don’t dwell on it too long, because suddenly Zeke claps once, loudly. Kruger walks in your direction as Zeke begins to direct each cameraman and each of the lights to the point of focus. You place your palms flat on the bed behind you, sticking out your bare chest, your legs closed before you. They’re pressed together to prevent them from shaking. The anxious knot in your stomach only tightens when Zeke shouts out “action!”.
The taller Jaeger brother, Kruger, is the first to stand before you. It isn’t like that last time with Eren – there aren’t any shy smiles, no awkward titters, no avoiding glances. Kruger may not have said a single word yet, but his eyes speak for him. The way they stare you down, almost glowing green with their ferocity. They are venomous, smoldering, dangerous. His intense gaze is paired with a small upturn of his lips, a smirk that you recognize from the many times you’ve watched his videos. You already know how this will begin. And it makes you clench your limbs in anticipation, as if your body is conditioned to feel aroused at the sight of him.
He reaches a hand out for your cheek, a thumb grazing your skin, touch lighter than a feather. It’s deceitful, you know, because that’s the only time he’ll ever be that gentle. He’s so immensely tall, a massive 200 cm, that you have to crane your neck up to look at him as he touches you. He thinks you look cute, innocent even, despite the collar and the straps on your wrists, as you blink up at him. Your makeup is meant to be sexy, but Kruger knows when it comes to hardcore porn, you’re practically a virgin. The makeup doesn’t fool him, but it does make the illusion just a bit more enticing.
It always begins with that one line, delivered in that low voice of his that is almost a growl, words laced with scorn, tongue sharp like a whip.
“Think you can handle me, baby girl?”
It’s the line, the one he always starts with, even when he’s solo and teasing his viewers. When you watch his porn at home, you’d talk back to your phone. You’d whisper, “Yes, Daddy,” as you’d begin the ritual of slipping your fingers past the waistline of your bottoms. You’d believe it, like clockwork, that you could handle him. That those women on the video, the ones who always said yes so hesitantly, with eyes so fearful and lips stuttering – you’d think they were faking it, exaggerating it for the clip. You’re no stranger to doing that yourself in your own videos.
But right now, sitting before him, you know exactly how those women feel.
You’re unable to take your eyes off of his harsh murky green, almost black irises. All four plus years of your experience as a porn actress is tossed out the window with the way Kruger looks at you. You can only dole out a weak, “Yes.”
Before you can even blink, Kruger has your cheeks pinched between one of his large hands. It’s rough and sudden, the way he grabs your face, and your eyes flicker towards Eren, a statue standing still right behind the camera waiting for his cue. His expression is one of worry. But this is just the beginning, and it’s what you signed up for. So you build some resolve, shut away your feelings, and become the actress that you are. Your eyes meet Kruger’s once again.
“Yes, what? Whore.” He spits out the last word like it’s poison.
More confidently now, shaking off your nerves, you reply, “Yes, Daddy.”
He doesn’t let go of your face, instead bending down to meet you. You’re overwhelmed by his scent, his size, his striking features. His face comes right in front of yours, and up close he’s even more handsome than any camera could capture. You think he’s coming down for a kiss, but instead he chuckles, just a single breathy laugh.
“You want us to fuck you? I wanna hear you fucking beg for it.”
Eren walks into frame as Kruger’s talking, silently taking his place next to Kruger in front of you. You begin to lean back just slightly, to give Eren room, so one of his hands can come up to tease your nipple. That single touch, just a light brush against your skin, his fingers impossibly warm, already has you sighing into him.
Kruger continues, “Beg for my brother and I to touch you, like a fucking slut.”
Eren’s glad he doesn’t have as many speaking lines as his brother. He only watches, him and his brother hunched over you, hands grazing your body. Your hands slide up each of their chests, fingering over the buttons of their black waist coats, before forming a fist around the base of their neckties. You pull them in closer to you by their ties, just as planned in the script, and yet Eren still finds himself surprised to see that you are slowly settling into your role. With each passing second your hands became more steady, your gaze more alluring, your movements more enticing. You’re a natural at acting, and it shows with every sex video. This is no exception, Eren realizes.
“Please,Daddy,” you begin, your voice whiny and breathy, and the two men lean in to kiss at your throat, behind your ear, down the edge of your jaw. They’re working in sync, actions mirrored on either side of you, despite never having filmed together before, leaving languid open mouth kisses that leave you reeling. You realize then that Kruger also has a tongue piercing, like his brother. The feeling of their piercings against your skin adds to the sensation, the metal adding pressure to your skin as they glide across its surface. Just the heat of their mouths and the touch of their palms, kneading at your breasts, has you already moaning into your words, “Please touch me.”
Kruger pinches the nipple in his hand, hard, earning a yelp from you as his teeth scrape against your collarbone. Eren speaks his first line as Kruger leans down to take your nipple between his teeth.
“What else do you want us to do to you, hm?”
His voice isn’t as deep as his brother’s, nor is his accent as thick, but he’s had years experience of filming porn, and when he’s called upon to be sexy he can do it too. His voice now is just as alluring, just as hot and heavy, just as sensual. It’s foreign, to be filming with Eren when he isn’t his cute, awkward self. In the back of your mind, you realize: youmiss it.
You’re supposed to say “I want your mouth on my clit.” But the words never come. You’re so busy focusing on the sound of Eren’s voice, that you miss your line. You’re snapped out of your thoughts when Kruger barks out, the palm of his hand meeting your cheek in a harsh smack. “Good girls answer when they’re spoken to. You want to be a good girl, don’t you?”
You want to be a good girl, don’t you?
Eren’s reminded of the last video, when he’d spoken those exact words to you too. But the situation in which you found yourselves couldn’t be more different. While you both teased each other, with soft kisses and smiles, this was a different experience entirely. Especially when you replied breathlessly, sounding so desperate for air he’d think you were suffocating.
“Yes daddy, I wanna be your good girl.”
Kruger suddenly takes a rough hold of your hips, lifting you off the edge of the bed, Eren unlatching himself from your skin in the process. Kruger’s so strong, he quite easily handles you like a limp ragdoll, tossing you onto the center of the bed. He stands back to his feet, looking down at you with disdain.
“Then be a good girl and fuck yourself for me. Stuff those fingers up your cunt.”
You watch the brothers from your place on the mattress, bringing your hand down to your cunt. You fixate your gaze on Eren, his expression unreadable, as you plunge your fingers into your dripping hole.
Eren crawls up the bed first, sitting on his knees at your side as you pump your own fingers in and out of yourself. As Kruger rolls up his sleeves, Eren’s kissing at your neck once more, a hand coming down to rub circles onto your clit. You can’t help but arch your back against the sheets, Eren’s lips suckling at your throat as his fingers work magic on your clit.
“Eren,” his name slips past your lips, and you turn your head to face him. He can’t help but deviate from the script, when you look at him with those sultry eyes and he catches sight of your flushed face. So instead of moving down to latch onto your breast like he’s supposed to, he kisses you. He doesn’t say anything verbally, but his kiss conveys everything he needs to say. He kisses you like it’s like the last thing he’ll ever do, biting and sucking at your lip, mingling his labored breaths with your own. His pierced tongue traces your lips as he swallows your mewls and moans, low groans of his own reverberating through your skin. Your fingers in your cunt and his fingers over your clit move at a steady rhythm, and you want to cum like this, want to cum because of his and your fingers.
But you’re reminded of Kruger’s presence as he joins you both on the bed, harshly splitting your legs apart. Despite your little digression, Kruger continues to follow the plan. He’s the one in charge here, and he’ll make you realize it. He takes an ankle in each hand and harshly throws them over his shoulders, your heels falling off your feet and tumbling off the bed to the ground with a harsh thud, as Eren’s mouth heads down to your breasts, where he’s supposed to be.
“Keep those legs spread,” Kruger says, leaning down to settle between your thighs. His large hands splay across your inner thighs and push them apart as far as they can go. You wince, but continue to finger yourself to the rhythm of Eren touching your clit. Eren’s mouth is wrapped around your nipple, sucking and nipping at the skin, his tongue flicking across the hardened bud.
Kruger’s lips find a spot to rest against your inner thigh, and the sensation is nothing like you’ve felt before. His tongue licks a stripe across the skin between your pussy and your thigh, and you shudder in response.
Is his piercing vibrating?
“Fuck–you’re fucking drenched, all that for us?” he asks, the squelching sound loud as you continue to finger yourself so obediently. You nod helplessly, a moan slipping past your lips as Eren’s fingers continue their motions right above your own.
“Gonna fuck your needy cunt with my tongue,” Kruger continues, voice low and breath fanning against your skin, a chill running up your spine as his breath hits the wet folds of your glistening cunt. “You’ll cum when I tell you to, hure.”
You don’t get a chance to react to his insult, because his mouth moves to your cunt, taking one of your lips between his teeth before sucking on it harshly. Between the sting of his bite and the vibrations of his piercing, you instantly jolt against the mattress, back arching up and a whine escaping your lips. Eren places a hand on your stomach to hold you down, though his touch isn’t as forceful as Kruger’s. It’s calm, soothing even, to feel the weight of his palm against your middle.
Then Kruger takes your fingers out of your cunt and holds them up to Eren’s hand. “Her pussy’s so fucking sweet – why don’t you have a taste, brother?”
Eren removes his fingers from your clit and instead they encircle your wrist. As Kruger leans down to press his tongue onto your clit, Eren brings your fingers to his lips, right by your breasts. He holds your gaze as he sucks your slick off your fingers, his loose hair brushing against your chest and his eyes impossibly bright green, as always. He waits for that moment, the way your features twist into one of pleasure as Kruger’s vibrating piercing and hot tongue make contact with your sensitive nub.
“Ah– holy fuck!”
Eren sucks off your fingers, releasing them with a loud pop, while Kruger immediately dives in. There’s no moment to adjust, no sweet kiss before a round of soft licks – no, instead he squares in on your clit right away, flicking his pierced tongue over it, over and over, the vibrations and the heat of his muscle making it better than any vibrator your could ever buy. Wave after wave of pleasure hits you, practically blinding you, as he begins to suck right at your clit. You can’t see his face with Eren working at your breasts, but you can feel the vibrations of a guttural groan rippling through your skin. It’s been barely a few minutes since Kruger’s face made contact with your heat, and already your head is thrown back, your throat raked with a sob. Your hand makes its way to Kruger’s hair, and you take a fistful of it, demanding that he stays flush with your cunt.
The gesture makes him chuckle. He pulls away from your clit, though only a couple centimeters at best, since your grip on him is fierce. His grip is tight too, his fingers digging into your thighs, holding them apart in front of him. You’re barely getting into the first scene, and already you can feel how you’ll wake up with bruises.
“You like it when I suck on that greedy little cunt?” He asks you, a teasing tilt to his voice, though it’s so deep and alluring you know his words ring true.
“Yes, Daddy–want more,” is all you can say, as your hand attempts to bring him closer to your pussy. But instead, one of Kruger’s hands releases your thighs and lands a harsh smack on your clit with his palm. It makes you jolt, sucking in a harsh gasp of air. Eren takes hold of the thigh that Kruger let go of, and brings it higher, closer to your chest. You know from the script that Eren’s supposed to join Kruger at eating you out, but Eren takes his time getting there.
Kruger spits right on your hole, though you’re so wet that his action wasn’t necessary. But it’s not about getting you wet – it’s about the way he wants to show you that he owns you. You eagerly take what he gives you, groaning as he takes his fingers and stuffs your cunt with his saliva. Eren’s serving as a bit of a distraction, lowering himself to position his head next to his brother’s. He’s kissing your thigh, nipping at it and grazing the skin with his tongue. Each brother is holding one of your thighs open now, and with Kruger fingering you and Eren’s kisses trailing higher up your thigh, you want more.
“Fuck me,” are the words that slip out of your mouth, and whether its a exhale of pleasure, a command to the two men touching you right now, or whether its a plea – you’re not sure.
Eren improvises, responding with, “Oh, we plan on it.”
Kruger then adds, “But you’re gonna squirt on us first, baby girl. Give us a taste of that sweet fucking cum.”
With that, they’re both on you now – Eren’s tongue flicking across your sensitive clit, Kruger’s teasing at your hole, the brother’s faces so close they’re fighting for space between your legs. It has your entire body on fire: your toes curling, your two hands holding onto their heads for support, your back arching up and your head thrown back into the pillows. You wanted more, but now this is so intense, they way they’re both lapping at you like they’re going to consume you. You already feel like you’re going to cum and they’ve barely touched you.
“Feels good?” Eren asks you, tongue tracing circles around your sensitive nub.
“Oh my god,” you whine, eyes rolling back as Eren sucks on your clit and Kruger’s tongue, piercing still vibrating like its a fucking sex toy, fucks your hole and teases your lips. Your body wants to shudder, to rock against their tongues, but Eren’s free hand comes up to hold down your stomach and lock you in place. It makes their motions all that more intense, that they’re pressing their tongues against you and you can’t even back away.
“I’m-I’m gonna cum,” you choke out between your moans, the coil in the pit of your stomach winding up so quickly and so tightly, orgasm approaching the fastest it’s ever come at you in your life. Your hands come down to tangle in their hair, one hand on each brother’s crown, and Eren can’t help but moan against your heat as you tug on his roots. The sound of your voice, so full of lust and sex, has him growing hard in his pants. Kruger and Eren both pick up the pace, eager to make you cum under the movement of their tongues.
You’re so so close. “Daddy, please, let me cum,” you beg, trying your best to stop the incoming orgasm, only because you know if you cum without permission, Kruger won’t be pleased.
He pulls away only long enough to give you a command, a single word that pushes you over the edge.
“Cum.”
And you do, the pressure in your body finding its release in the form of you squirting onto both brothers, juice coating their pretty faces as you buck your hips and your body spasms with tremors. Your hands come back down to your sides. Kruger’s the first to release his mouth’s hold on you, smirking as he says, “God damn.” He wipes his face with his sleeve, and looks over at his brother. Eren is still licking at your clit, slower now, helping you come down from that intense orgasm. Kruger’s hand comes to the back of Eren’s head, pushing him into your cunt.
“You clean her up. I’m gonna fuck her throat.”
You’re still reeling, gasping for air and leaning into Eren’s mouth. He takes the opportunity, now that it’s just the two of you while Kruger makes his way around the bed, to press his tongue between your folds, licking a stripe up between them, lapping up your release into his mouth. He groans, a low ‘mmm’, the taste still so sweet. He speaks in a hushed voice, just low enough for you to hear, “You taste so fucking good, baby.”
You both make eye contact, and for a second you want to feel like you’re the only two in the room again. He finally removes his mouth just as you’re starting to feel overstimulated and beginning to whimper. You almost share a smile. Almost want to tell him how good that was and how amazing his mouth felt on you.
But you’re taken out of the moment by the sound of the leash clipping onto the center ring of your collar. You look up, and it’s Kruger standing by the side of the bed, looking down at you with the leash wrapped around his fist. Every hair on your body stands at attention, the afterglow of your high all but wiped away in the blink of an eye.
“Up, bitch. Hands and knees.”
He tugs on the leash, pulling your neck up and off the mattress, as you shuffle your body until you’re on all fours. You look up at him as he pulls harder, squeezing the collar around your throat. Your eyes water but you hold in the urge to choke. There’s no sign from you to stop, and Kruger takes that as his cue to continue.
“Open,” he says. You don’t look back at him, but you feel Eren’s hands on your ass. Eren’s standing on his knees between your legs behind you, watching as you obediently open your mouth for his brother. He’s not sure what to call his feelings, the way his organs feel like they’re ready to crawl right out of his throat. He wishes he could go back to the video just the two of you shot. It was fun, it was light-hearted. Romantic, even. Nothing about this is romantic and he hates it.
“Aren’t you going to thank me for letting you cum, baby? Have a taste.”
Kruger leans down and spits into your open mouth. You can do nothing but swallow.
“Thank you,” you croak out your reply, voice hoarse because of the tightness around your throat. He still hasn’t let go of your leash, and you’re feeling light headed from the lack of air.
Kruger slaps you again, the corner of his lips perking up as you whimper. You wonder if Eren’s brother is the devil incarnate as he spits out, “Thank you?”
“Thank you, daddy.”
He mockingly soothes your cheek that he just slapped, skin still tingling. He gives it a single tap. “Good girl. Open up for daddy.”
The two men take a moment to unbutton their pants, cocks hard within the confines of their briefs. You turn your head to look back at Eren, and he’s giving you a questioning look. Are you okay? He seems to ask with his eyes. You offer him a simple nod and the tiniest semblance of a smile. But Kruger’s having none of that.
He tugs on your leash again, bringing your face right up to his cock. His pants and briefs hang at his mid-thighs. His cock is enormous, and you wonder how the hell it’s going to fit down your throat.
Kruger catches you staring, and with a smirk he whispers, “Scared?”
In truth, you were, just a little. You’ve seen a lot of dicks, and Eren was big by porn star standards, but his brother? God really does have his favorites. And it was obvious the Jaeger brothers were no exception.
To stick with your role in the video, you swallow your fear and bring back your teasing, defiant demeanor. “I can take it daddy.”
“Don’t disappoint me.” He taps the head of his cock against your cupid’s bow, precum staining your lips. You open your mouth and swirl your tongue around his head, flushed a pretty pink and throbbing with need.
While you begin sucking on Kruger’s tip, Eren’s bringing his up and down your folds behind you. With one hand gripping your ass, and the other at the base of his cock, he teases your still-sensitive clit, causing you to moan right around Kruger. It sends vibrations up his skin and through his body. You can hear Eren’s voice as he mumbles, “God, you’re so wet.” And when Eren finally begins to push himself into you? You’re mewling, hands gripping tight onto the sheets below you as you clench around him.
Eren sighs, his cock inside you feeling like heaven on earth. “Taking me so well,” he says, a thumb tracing circles on your hip, “Can feel you squeezing my cock, baby.”
Kruger gives you a devilish grin. “You like being stuffed with cock, don’t you, whore?”
“Mhm,” you can’t reply with anything but a hum as he begins to push his cock further into your mouth, holding your throat steady by the leash, his other hand coming to the back of your neck. It’s as if the brothers are synchronized, both their cocks pushing their way into your body at once.
“Fuck, it’s tight,” Eren says between clenched teeth. His hands grip your ass cheeks, spreading them apart as he watches his cock sink into you. He’s not just saying this for the video — your walls are clamping down on him so tight he fears he’ll cum and ruin the shot.
Kruger agrees with his brother, with a breathy, “Shit, take it, take this cock down your fucking throat,” as your mouth moves further and further down his shaft. It feels good for him, the way your hot tongue glides up the throbbing vein on the underside, the way your red lips enclose his shaft, the way your throat is so tight around him. It all feels good.
You feel so impossibly full when they’re both inside you to the hilt. Kruger’s looking down at you, your eyes watering as you breathe through your nose, while Eren’s eyes dance between where you’re connected and up at you and Kruger. He’s waiting for Kruger to start as planned.
But Kruger turns up to his brother and says, “ihre handgelenke, bruder.”
My…hands? You wonder what he’s talking about.
“Your wrists,” Eren translates.
You feel Eren reach up over your body and capture both your wrists in his hands, pulling them back. You’re no longer supporting your weight, relying solely on Eren to pull you back so you don’t fall forward. And then you hear a clinking sound. He joins together the clamps on your wrists, effectively acting as handcuffs behind your back. You pull them slightly but they’re tight, you can’t move your wrists. Eren holds both your wrists in one hand, and slaps your ass with the other.
Eren thinks to himself: You’ve shot so many porn videos… You can do this Eren. They want you to be rough. You can be rough, dammit.
Eren pulls on your wrists, arching your back and pulling your ass back onto him. Then, Kruger pulls you forward by your leash, ramming his cock further down your throat. You can’t believe this position you’re in, being pulled back and forth by the twins onto their cocks like this. It has you whimpering as your body jolts back and forth, back onto Eren’s cock, then forward to Kruger’s pelvis. You’re being treated like nothing but a cocksleeve.
There’s tears stinging your eyes, sweat coating your face, mascara and eyeshadow running down your cheeks. Your lipstick smears as Kruger fucks your throat with no mercy, his cock impossibly far in, his balls slapping your chin. He’s spewing curse words at you, calling you a whore, a cockslut, a bitch – every degrading word you could ever think of. You can barely breathe, between the leash on your throat and Kruger’s cock in your mouth.
Yet, Eren’s fucking you from behind exactly how you like it. He doesn’t start slow either, instead matching Kruger’s pace with forceful thrusts of his hips slapping against your ass. It has you moaning and squeezing your eyes shut, you want to scream but you can’t, not with the older brother fucking your throat like this. Eren’s shooting you words of praise, though low enough only for you to hear. Your moans against his cock pick up the pace, and Kruger pulls out for a moment, letting you catch your breath. You’re panting, your body threatening to fall over save for Eren holding you up by your wrists.
Kruger’s index finger hooks under your chin, tilting you up to face him, your body rocking forward with each of Eren’s thrusts. He looks down at you with that condescending look, your face so utterly fucked out, makeup a mess and tears streaming down your face.
“I thought you said you could take it, baby girl?” Eren groans loudly as you squeeze around him at the sound of Kruger’s deep voice, “But you’re crying, making a whole fucking mess.”
You whimper as Eren slaps your ass once more, his thrusts so forceful your face almost crashes into Kruger’s pelvis. Kruger’s hand that was on your chin comes up to your lips, and he sticks a thumb past them, opening your jaw and pressing down on your tongue.
“We’ll make a bigger mess of your face then, hm? Paint it with my cum, how would you like that?”
He stuffs his fingers in your mouth as far as they will go as you nod. He pulls them out, a trail of saliva connecting your lips to his digits. He wipes it off on your chin, and a sob escapes your throat as Eren continues to fuck you, his cock hitting that sweet spot inside you and his balls slapping your clit with every thrust.
“Ahh fuck–Eren, I’m–”
“Gonna cum all over my cock?” He asks you, pulling tighter on your bound wrists as he continues to ram into you, over and over.
You part your lips, another moan perched in the back of your throat ready for release, but before you can make another sound Kruger again fills your mouth with his cock. It’s painted red with your lipstick, and soaked with your saliva. He thrusts into your throat, and it tightens in tandem with you squeezing Eren’s cock. Eren knows you’re about to cum, he can feel the way your body’s tensing up and your walls are contracting. You’re almost there, when Kruger surprises you both.
In a move that was certainly not on the script, he pulls Eren in closer by the back of the neck. You can barely believe your eyes when you look up and see that he kisseshis brother. Eren’s surprised too, for a moment, but he knows this is for the video, and plays along. They’re making out right above your back, Eren angling your chest up just a bit higher, his cock buried impossibly deep. You’re groaning around Kruger’s cock as Eren kisses him back just as roughly as Kruger captured his lips. When they part, Kruger pushes two of his fingers into Eren’s open mouth and down his throat. He stutters, choking around his brother’s fingers, but he continues to pound into you. His grip on your ass is tight as he coughs and grits out the singular word, “Fuck.”
Kruger pulls harshly on your leash, constricting your airway once more, and you close your eyes as you feel your peak approaching. Eren’s merciless behind you, switching to powerful thrusts that lurch you forward, so far that each thrust has him pulling out to the tip, only to pull you back down to the hilt. You want to sob and cry, you’ve never been fucked so hard like this, but Kruger’s cock in your throat suffocates you. You can only react by clamping down hard on Eren’s dick, your coil wound so tight you think your whole body will explode when you cum.
Kruger can see that you’re about to cum, and decides to elevate your experience further. He plugs your nose with his fingers, and at this point you literally cannot breathe. Your eyes are blown wide as you look up at him, and you feel so lightheaded you don’t know if you’ll pass out before this is over.
“Fuck, she’s gonna cum,” Eren says, feelings your walls fluttering around his cock. It feels so good, he throws his head back in ecstasy, curse words rolling off his tongue.
“Go ahead and cum,” Kruger tells you, “Cum on my brother’s cock like a good little whore, baby.”
You can’t hold back any longer, your vision turning white as you cum on Eren’s length. What would have been pathetic whimpers are swallowed by Kruger’s cock in your mouth, and you can only give a muffled “mmm!” as your cum leaks down your thighs and coats Eren’s cock, spurt coating the sheets below you. Your mind is hazy as you are on the verge of passing out, but it only makes your orgasm all that more intense.
Kruger finally releases you, letting go of your nose and removing his cock from your throat. Eren undoes the connection between your wrists, and you bring your hands down to the bed to hold up your heaving chest before you can pathetically crash face-first into the mattress. Eren pulls out, despite how hard you were milking him and how badly he wants to cum inside you, because this scene isn’t supposed to end that way.
Instead, as you’re helplessly coughing and catching your breath, covered in your slick, tears, smudged makeup, and sweat, Eren joins his brother on the edge of the bed right in front of your face. Both of them stand before you, cocks glistening wet, right before your lips.
You sit on your weak knees, blinking back tears, looking up at them. Without a word you bring a hand to each of their cocks, pumping their shafts with your fist. You bring Eren’s cock to your mouth, just the tip while you fist his shaft. He was already so close to cumming inside you earlier, that he begins to rut his hips into you. He can’t help but whine out a “Fuck, baby,” while he leans into your touch. He holds in his orgasm as best he can, to cum at the same time as his brother. You release him from your mouth and bring your thumb over his slit, teasing him.
With Kruger it’s not as obvious that he’s near his peak, but you can see in the way his body tenses, and hear the low curses coming from his lips, that he’s close too. You take Kruger’s cock into your mouth again, sucking on the tip as you pump the base with your fist.
“You want us to cum on your face?” He asks, and his voice has an edge to it. You know from his videos that’s how it sounds when he’s about to cum. He poses his words as a question but he already knows the answer to it.
“Yes, daddy,” you reply as you release his cock from your mouth, looking up at both men towering above you. “Want your cum on my tongue,” you beg for their seed as you stick out your tongue.
You switch between their cocks in your mouth a second time, earning the most sinful moans from each brother, but you release them before they can cum in your mouth. With a few more furious pumps of your hands, and groans coming from the two brothers, they cum together on your face, thick ropes of white painting your skin. In regards to this, for once both twins are the same–they cum a lot, in several loads that drip down your cheeks, coat your tongue and even spill down your breasts and onto your knees. You slow down the movements of your fists as the last of their cum coats your hands. You show them your tongue, coated white with their release.
“Fuck, so good,” Eren says between breaths. He watches, still reeling, as Kruger reaches out to you.
“Show us how badly you wanted our cum,” Adds Kruger, hooking a finger under your jaw to close it.
You swallow all the cum that was on your tongue, the action of swallowing hurting your raw throat. You blink harshly but otherwise stay silent, opening your mouth and sticking out your tongue to show them. Behind them you can see the cameraman filming you, and the sight brings you back to earth, because this whole time you’d almost forgotten you were even filming.
Kruger silently pats your cheek in acknowledgement, and Eren reaches to smooth down your hair.
“Good girl.”
Off-screen, Zeke yells, “Cut!”
The three of you turn to him as the cameras shut off, and Zeke looks at the three of you incredulously. The twins zip up their pants while you’re still naked on the bed, too shocked by the scene you just filmed to even move.
“Holy shit,” is all he says, looking between his step-brothers and you, your face completely fucked-out. “That was insane.”
You lie back against the bed and Eren comes over to your side.
“Are you okay?” He asks, worry stitching his brows together and causing a slight frown to marr his features.
“Just give me five minutes,” you sigh, laying back against the bed and staring at the ceiling. Your only thought, as Eren grabbed a nearby bottle of water for you, and Kruger walked away with a smirk on his lips, was: Fuck, we still have two more scenes.
The second scene starts out quite differently than the first.
Pairing: Actor!Eren Yeager x MakeupArtist!Reader (AOT Live Action Show AU)
Genre: I genuinely have no idea? fluff? angst? a little bit of both?
Type: headcanon/bulletpoint
A/N: This was originally supposed to be the last part, but it was getting SO LONG and there was SO MUCH that needed to happen that I’m splitting it into two. Inspired by @nihaalart ‘s actor au fan art :)
Going back to your apartment after everything was depressing to say the least
You had made good money as a makeup artist before Attack On Titan
Yk from doing makeup for weddings, SFX makeup for other projects, doing stuff on YouTube and social media and stuff
So it wasn’t that you were going back to a crappy place
But the off white walls, throw blankets, comfy couches, and picture frames that surrounded you just didn’t feel like homeanymore
It was too lonely
You wanted the energy you felt on set
The excitement and fun
The friendship and love you had shared
Love
Eren
God, what was he going to think of you?
You just left him without any explanation
You refused to answer his or anyone else’s texts
You were kinda sorta shutting down
Mikasa and Hange had been messaging you on every platform you had
Jean, Reiner, and Zeke had texted you every morning
Armin had called you at least four times and Sasha sent you video messages
Even Levi - the captain of being antisocial - had sent you a message asking where you where and how you were doing
But Eren?
Eren sent nothing
Not a single message
No call, no text
Nothing
And honestly?
That hurt more than getting fired
You’d thought that after six months of filming
Six months of talking to each other and being there for one another
That he would’ve done something - anything - to show you he was worried, that he cared about you
But no
Nothing
It killed you inside
Took your heart and twisted it until you couldn’t breathe, only releasing it to stab it over and over again
You hated this
Somuch
The pain of everything that happened consumed you to the point where you literally didn’t get out of bed for three days
It wasn’t until you literally started to get nauseous from not eating that you decided enough was enough
So you picked yourself up from the depths of despair all by yourself and started over again
You got up and showered, washing your skin free of all your feelings until it was red
You threw your clothes and bedding into the laundry machine and went to the kitchen in the first new pair of clothes you’d put on since you’d gotten back
It felt good in a way, moving forward, trying to leave the past behind
But part of you was still breaking over the fact that everything was over
How you’d probably never see the people you’d grown to care about so much again
Because they were global superstars and you were just you
You’d always had a feeling that you’d be left in the dust once this was over
That they were all just being nice because they had to see you all the time
But you couldn’t focus on that anymore
As much as it hurt, the past was the past
You had to focus on what was happening right now
What you could do to move forward
About a week after you’d been fired, you decided to finally go back to makeup
You’d cleaned up the small office space you used as your studio - washing your brushes, fixing your palettes and paints, organizing everything to set it up for how you normally did walkthroughs/tutorials
You were literally about to press record on your camera to start when you heard a knock on your door
You sighed
You really just wanted to be left alone with your makeup right now
But then you remembered the new Mehron body paints you had ordered a few weeks back and realized it was probably them so you got up anyways
You trudged to your door, hair held back by a fuzzy headband and clad in a black tank top and your most embarrassing pajama pants because no one ever saw the bottom half of your body in your videos anyways
The knocking on your door got louder and you huffed out an “I’m coming” before reaching for the handle and swinging it open
You stopped dead in your tracks
The figure in front of you was dressed head to toe in black, hood pulled up over their head and a mask covering the bottom half of their face
Honest to god you had no idea who this strange person was judging from their getup alone
But their eyes?
You’d know those eyes anywhere
You could die and be reincarnated and in another life you’d still be able to recognize them
There
In all his glory and charm
Was Eren. Freaking. Yeager
And you
Beating the amazing talented beautiful dISASTER that you are
SLAMMED THE DOOR SHUT
Because oh my god????
What was he doing here????
How did he get your address??? Why didn’t he call or text??? Why was he literally on your doorstep oh my g o d?????
But then you realize you just shut the door on a literal global celebrity who probably risked a whole lot even just getting to your place so you take a few deep breaths and open the door
You don’t look at him again, just move to the side and gesture for him to come in quickly
You close the door behind him softly as he walks into your home
A weird feeling since your home is your safe space and you hardly let anyone into it
Eren had taken off his hood and mask and was standing in front of you with his hands in his pockets awkwardly
Like he was a middle schooler giving a presentation
You cleared your throat even more awkwardly
“What, uh… what are you doing here?”
He fiddled with his hands
“I wanted to see how you were doing.”
He shifted slightly
“… and I’m also on strike.”
You blinked
He was on what now?
“Eren, what? What do you mean you’re on strike?”
He sighed and pushed a few strands of hair away from his face
“After you left, the rest of the cast and I asked around to see what happened. Nobody would tell us until Armin did a little digging.
“He found out that you had been fired and replaced with someone else - one of the assistants that Esme brought with her this season.”
You nodded
You’d figured that one of the other artists or assistants would’ve taken your job
Eren continued, “You know those stalker fans? The ones that follow us around everywhere, show up at our houses sometimes, and try to get into every fan event and stuff?”
You nodded slowly, trying to understand where he was going
He let out a mirthless laugh
“Turns out that ‘assistant’ was actually one of them. She had been watching me for months, and I guess when she saw how close we were she got jealous. She was the one who went to the director and got you fired.”
He looked at you for a second, half expecting a reaction from you
But you sat in stunned silence as you tried to process his words
Eren sighed, “At first no one would tell me anything - about what happened with you, I mean. I asked everyone but no one seemed to know. But then the assistant… she kept saying things - weird things to me. She even followed me to my trailer one night after shooting and refused to leave when I asked her to. It was making me really uncomfortable so I told Mikasa and Armin about it.
“That’s when Armin started asking around about her and found out. After the truth came out, the director tried to support his decision about firing you, but none of the cast was comfortable with it so we refused to work until you were brought back. We’ve been on strike for almost five days now and no filming has been getting done. The director told me that I had to come and ask you back in person, so I’m here.”
You blinked
“I… Eren I don’t even know what to say…”
You ran a hand over your face and motioned for him to sit down on the couch
“First of all, I’m so sorry you had to go through that. I can’t imagine how scary it must be when fans like that are around, let alone in a position that close to you.
“Secondly, I appreciate all of you doing that for me, I really really do. More than you know. But it isn’t fair to ask you to do that.”
Eren opened his mouth to say something but you put a hand up
“You’ve all worked so hard to get to where you are, you shouldn’t throw it away for someone who is easily replaceable. I can’t ask to make my problem yours.”
Eren sat for a moment before taking your hands in his
His touch was so gentle, thumb caressing the back of your hand softly as if you were made from fine porcelain that would break if held too roughly
“That’s the thing, (Y/N), you aren’t replaceable. You’re what brings life to set every day, the reason so many of us are so happy this season even though we’re all exhausted. You make it a better place and us better people. So you aren’t asking us to do anything. When it comes to you, your problems become our problems too.”
He paused
“… they become minetoo.”
The tentative tone in his voice made you meet his gaze
Those beautiful eyes that were so vibrant you couldn’t believe they were real
You swallowed
“Why?”
His lips turned up softly in a smile and his voice was no more than a whisper when he spoke next
just some general headcanons about actor!eren bc I like this au :-)
Word Count: 1k
Warnings: mentions of mental health issues, but I think that’s it!
Appearance:
Eren is pretty tan
He likes to spend time outside so he’s pretty friendly with the sun
He has freckles
(you can see them under the makeup in closeups on camera)
He’s very athletic so he’s pretty muscular but in like a lean way
He’s literally drop dead gorgeous
Like he was cute as a kid/pre-teen but puberty hit him like a freaking truck
Like between season 3 and 4 when puberty was finishing up for him he just like
Changed into a god
So if half the world wasn’t already in love with him they would be now
That being said he doesn’t totally enjoy always being praised for his looks
Like yeah once in a while but he’s had times where fans just reduce him to his face or his body and it makes him uncomfortable
Like notice him for his talent too!!!!
Speaking of his face, he has the literal most beautiful eyes ever
When the show started airing there were thousands of posts asking whether or not that was his real eye color
He confirmed that they are, in fact, his real eyes
He’s tall but people don’t always realize it bc the rest of the cast (minus Levi lol) are also pretty tall
So when people see him in real life/in pictures with other people they’re always like huh???!!!
Bc he’s so good looking he’s done modeling for several luxury brands like Gucci, YSL, Versace, etc.
Like he did an ad for the Versace Eros cologne and it wold out within 20 minutes of the ad being released
He’s actually really fashionable
I see him having similar style to people like Tom Holland, Taehyung from BTS, and Hyunjin from Stray Kids
He’s got tons of hoodies too
Perfect for stealing
(Which the rest of the cast definitely does)
Background/How He Got Started:
He has a background in boxing/martial arts that he started in because he got bullied when he was younger and needed an outlet for his emotions
So he enrolled in some martial arts and gymnastics classes at a local gym and ended up really liking it
He started gaining a small following before landing his role on AOT by posting boxing/martial arts vids and tutorials
It helped him a lot when he got the job
Speaking of which, AOT was his first role
He had started taking acting lessons seriously after he did a few school plays and ended up applying for the open casting call that had been put out for AOT
He actually almost didn’t end up submitting his audition bc he figured nothing would happen and they wouldn’t look twice at someone who had no real experience
But the directors were like “oh my god this is exactly who we’re looking for where has he been all this time????!!!”
Cause like they’d been having major trouble casting their main role
The candidates were great and the auditions were good but no one really fit
And then came Eren
The directors were all like: oh my GOD???!!!!
YOU ARE LITERALLY EREN FREAKING YEAGER???!!!!
So it was no question that he was going to be Eren
He had this haunting way of portraying Eren while also embodying how excited/angry he was in the first few seasons
Plus he could already do tons of cool tricks!!!
So it was a win-win situation
Personality:
He can sometimes pretty reserved and quiet when he first meets people
Which makes people think he’s kind of mean/standoffish and intimidating
(Maybe it’s his resting bitch face)
But he’s actually super chill and very fun when he gets comfortable
He can be very affectionate to the people he’s close with i.e. the main cast and crew of AOT
Lots of hugs and arms around shoulders and random friendly cheek pecks all around
Expect to be attacked with a bear hug if he sees so much as a frown on anyone’s face
He’s actually really funny
Like he doesn’t try he’s just funny
Idk how to explain it
Like the facial expressions he makes when someone does something questionable?
Iconic
Theres hour long compilations on youtube of them
Connie says something weird?
Eren has a face for that
Jean acts cute for his fans?
Eren has a face for that
Someone says they ship (idk) Mikasa and Zeke?
EREN HAS A FACE FOR THAT
AND THEY ARE ✨HYSTERICAL✨
He spoils so much
Because he forgets what has been revealed in the show and what’s been revealed in the manga
And like people wonder if some of the stuff that happens in the manga is gonna happen in the show
And sometimes he can’t remember so he just says stuff and then Zeke, Levi, and Hange have to do damage control
Poor baby just sits there confused until he realizes
He has this aura about him that puts people at ease
Bc he’s very charismatic and charming and easygoing
Someone makes a mistake? Hey, no biggie he’ll help them work on it and they’ll get it next time
But he’s also very serious about his work
Incredibly hard working and strives to be his best
When he doesn’t feel like he did his best he can get very upset and depressed bc he’s actually also very self conscious
Being in the spotlight all the time will do that to you
But he’s working on it
He actually had to have a psychologist on set for season 4-5 because of how bad it was getting and how much bad stuff he had to act like he was doing
Like there’d be a torture scene and he’d feel like shit after having to do it even though everyone knew it was just acting
But Eren doesn’t like it even if it’s fake
(‘cause he’s lowkey a softie and very protective of the people he cares about)
Also bc of the amount of just sheer bad stuff Eren the character does in the final two seasons and the amount of controversy surrounding the character he gets concerned
Bc idk he works hard on the character and the show and he wants people to enjoy it yk
But Eren has an amazing support group with the cast and crew
And no matter what happens or how deep Eren gets in his mind
Fandom: Attack on Titan Pairing: Eren x Reader Words:4k
Warnings: Season 4 spoilers (namely for Part 1), canon divergence, Reader is a Titan Shifter, open discrimination against Eldians and Paradis, blood and violence, references to depression and coping with PTSD, disregard for said PTSD, mentions of past romantic feelings (which may or may not be reciprocated and/or still strong in the present tense)
A/N: I’m *finally* back with another chapter, woohoo! I’m sorry this came out later than I originally intended. Right now I’m a bit preoccupied with writing my Levi/OC fic, so that’s taking most of my time when I’m not working on this story. I’m almost done with Part 5 but I might wait to post it until I have the majority of Part 6 written out, just so I’m not rushing myself. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy this chapter! It’s a bit of a slower one, but it gives (in my opinion anyway) a little bit of a break from the events of the last couple chapters. If you want to be added to the taglist, let me know and I’ll include you! (And if I forgot to tag anyone I’m incredibly sorry!)
The first thing you notice when you open your eyes is how cold the air is. Musty, damp, the scent of dirt strong against your nose. Your back is stiff, your shoulder hurts like hell.
You reach up and touch your forehead. At least the cut has healed.
A single lantern hangs in the corner of the room—on the other side of a set of steel bars. A prison cell, you realize with a shiver. Probably in the underground dungeons, directly below Mitras. Or at least, one of the districts of Wall Sina.
But why? Why are you still alive?
You don’t remember much after passing out. You remember falling in and out of sleep, hearing all kinds of voices speaking around you, none of them saying words that made any sense. You remember feeling cold, hard bands around your wrists, but when you glance down at them, you can’t see anything. You’re not chained to the wall or tied up or handcuffed in any way. Just trapped in a prison cell underground.
A cage, and you almost laugh bitterly.
There’s no one outside the cage, not even a couple of guards to keep watch. Why not? Even if the Scouts brought you back to Paradis and kept you alive as their prisoner, why wouldn’t they at least make sure you were being watched?
Never mind that. You can break out of this cell at any time, with the War Hammer’s power. Just one flick of your wrist and—
The gentle sound of footsteps echo through the hall. You sit up in the bed (the only piece of furniture in the cell, minus the sink and toilet) and watch as the newcomer steps into the light.
Your chest aches when you see Commander Hanji Zoë, staring at you through the bars of the cell with her one good eye.
You haven’t seen her since the day you left Paradis. Since the day the Scouts found out about the outside world. She’s changed in the last four years—not just her hairstyle, but that familiar glow of laughter in her eyes is gone. You faintly remember losing Moblit in the battle for Shiganshina; losing him must’ve been a huge blow for her.
She sighs softly, before leaning against the wall directly across your cell. She’s dressed in a familiar green overcoat that reaches down to her knees, with the Wings of Freedom sewn over the chest pocket and sleeves. You remember wearing those wings once, and actually being proud of them.
The memory makes you want to cry.
“Why did you keep me alive?”
Hanji hangs her head. “It was Eren’s idea.”
Your temples start to pound with a headache. Wasn’t Eren going to eat you back in Marley? Use the Jaw Titan’s teeth to crush your Titan’s crystal to pieces and steal the War Hammer Titan from you? It makes no sense for him to want to bring you back to Paradis alive, rather than devouring you right there on the battlefield. He must know of the danger you pose to Paradis and the rest of its citizens; in fact, all of the Scouts should know that by now. So why bring you back with them in the first place?
“It’s been a while,” Hanji says weakly, offering you a slight smile. Not like the ones she’s given you in the past, full of hope and pride and affection. “How’ve you been?”
Your gaze drops to the ground. Why is she asking you something like this? You don’t know how to respond, so you simply shrug your shoulders at her.
“I see…” She sighs again and sinks to the ground in a sitting position. You follow suit, the ends of your festival dress brushing against the steel bars. “Eren told me what happened that day…after you left.”
Of course he did. You cross your arms against your knees, hugging them to your chest. Hanji takes your silence as a sign to continue—and honestly, the sound of her voice is somewhat soothing, even after all this time.
“It didn’t make sense at first, why you would leave with them. We didn’t suspect you with Reiner and the others, when the Female Titan attacked for the first time. You never gave us any reason to suspect you; we never had a Titan to link you to.” She laughs a little at that part, and suddenly you’re reminded of her love for Titans beyond the Walls, and you wonder if she still has that wild spark inside of her somewhere. “You insisted you didn’t know anything, even when we questioned you about it. You’re a very capable liar, I suppose.”
Liar, hero, heir, traitor. So many words have been used to describe you over the years, and not a single one of them were false.
“You never interfered with our plans to attack the Armored and Colossal Titans in Shiganshina, nor did you stop us from trying to take on the Beast Titan. And yet…you never shared any of your intel with us. Never helped us with our strategies, never warned us of what the enemy could do next.”
“There was nothing to share,” you mumble into the crook of your arm. “You figured it out pretty fast, Commander.”
She scoffs at the title. “Maybe so, but we could’ve used your help. Maybe we could’ve saved a few lives, back in Shiganshina.”
You know instantly she’s thinking of Moblit. Of Erwin, the previous Commander of the Survey Corps, and the countless other Scouts who perished on that day. Is their blood on your hands, as well?
“Still,” she continues, “you left with them in the end. Even after you told the Beast Titan you wouldn’t.”
So why?
Suddenly, you want to tell her everything. The possibility of seeing Fine again, the tarnished reputation of your family’s name, the promise of glory upon returning to Marley—and even the pain that grew in your chest that day, with every passing moment, until you finally said goodbye to Eren in the middle of the night.
But what good will come of it? Who is she to have pity on you, especially at a time like this? To someone like you, who’s killed more Scouts and civilians both directly and indirectly, thanks to your involvement with Marley? Who sat by and watched as your fellow Scouts struggled to understand the concept of intelligent Titans, to even consider the possibility of Titan Shifters in the first place. You, who could’ve played a huge role in bringing glory to Paradis and the rest of humanity on the island, saving at least a hundred lives in the process…
But you didn’t. You were a bystander until the end—until you ran home like a coward, seeking refuge across the sea.
“Listen,” Hanji finally says, and your head jerks up at her voice, “I’m well aware that you were probably in the same boat as Reiner. You were mostly likely forced to do Marley’s bidding without any will of your own. So I don’t blame you for that. However,” there’s an edge to her voice now, “the same cannot be said for the way you abandoned us. After so many years of fighting against Reiner, Bertholdt, and Annie…why would you go back to them at the very end?”
You reach down and start to pick at a loose thread of your skirt, the frayed ends barely clinging to the fabric. Hanji’s staring at you intently now, silently demanding an answer from you.
You have no business obeying her; she’s not your Commander anymore.
And yet, you find yourself mumbling out, “Because I couldn’t bear to stay here.”
For the first time in all the years you’ve known her, Hanji is stunned to silence. Slowly, you raise yourself off the ground and dust off the skirt of your dress, meeting her gaze and struggling to keep calm.
“You already know I’m a Tybur. One of the most influential Eldian families within Marley. I was selected to carry the burden of the War Hammer Titan and use it to steal the Founder away from the citizens of Paradis. But once we actually started that mission…” Tears cling to your eyelashes, threatening to drip down your cheeks. “…I realized that it couldn’t be done. We were kids, Hanji. I was a kid. And I didn’t want to answer for Marley’s sins anymore!”
Your head is pounding something fierce now, electric jolts flooding your veins. You can feel your Titan surging forward at the fury, but you will it to stay back and contain itself. There’s no use in breaking out now and running the risk of possibly killing Hanji. Not when she’s shown a bit of mercy towards you.
“So I played dumb. I didn’t want anything to do with Reiner or Bertholdt, so I pretended to be one of you. I wanted to forget about Marley and just pretend I was an Eldian. None of you knew you were Eldians, good or bad…you were just people! And I wanted to be a part of that.”
Everything comes crashing down on you at once. Training with the 104th cadets, acting like the kids you were. Sharpening your blades just in time to defend the city of Trost, when the Colossal Titan mysteriously appeared once more. Battling Annie in Stohess District in her Titan form, and solidifying your loyalty to the Scouts and Paradis—and watching the sick betrayal wallow up in her Titan’s eyes at the realization.
Everything else from that moment on followed suit: your rejection of Reiner and Bertholdt, your determination to defend Eren and Historia, and your refusal to return home in the end with Reiner and Zeke. Only, you had betrayed that sense of loyalty to the Scouts, as well as Paradis. You had abandoned them when they needed you the most, damning your name on the island of devils.
“Zeke found me and Eren, after the battle. He said my family wanted me to come home, and I thought of my cousin—she’s more like a sister now, and the other kids… They were still waiting for me to come home! And I didn’t want to leave them without at least saying goodbye first! But…I never found the chance to come back, like I planned…”
It wasn’t as though you’d be welcomed back with open arms, anyway. From the way Eren looked at you that night, green eyes filled with tears, angry red Titan marks etched on his skin… You knew you would never be allowed to return to this island alive.
So then…why was it Eren who insisted on bringing you back with him?
An unsettling silence forms between the two of you. Hanji clears her throat and leans against the wall again, while you rest your forehead on the cold steel bars. Your Titan’s energy has died a little, the thrumming less pronounced beneath your skin. At least you’re in control again, you remind yourself. But it doesn’t do anything to lessen the pain in your chest.
“…You always did seem a little out of place with them.” You glance up at Hanji, who manages to smile at you through the bars of the cell. “With Reiner and Bertholdt, I mean. You always seemed to fit so well with Eren and Armin and Mikasa.”
…I did? You never thought of yourself as one of them, even before learning about Eren’s Attack Titan ability. You never deemed yourself worthy enough to be considered as part of their group, no matter how much Eren insisted you were.
“Also,” she adds, with a sly smile stretching across her face, “you were attached to the hip with Eren. I’m surprised Mikasa never got jealous of you, honestly.”
Words that intend to bring up a happy memory, maybe even a sense of longing for the past. But instead you sink to your knees in the dirt of your cell, wrapping your arms around your upper half. The tears come hard and fast, cascading down your cheeks like little rivers.
You don’t want to live in Marley. You don’t want to go back to that horrible place.
You don’t want to stay in Paradis with the people you betrayed. The people who treated you as one of their own for the longest time.
You don’t want to be stuck in this endless war anymore. A cycle of hate that keeps on living, two different kinds of people always clawing at each other’s throats. You don’t want to be a pawn in their game anymore.
You don’t want to be the head of the Tybur family. You don’t want to use the power of the War Hammer Titan, not even to break yourself out of this damned cell.
You don’t want to fall asleep at night, thinking of the countless people you’ve murdered over the years. You don’t want to scrape your hands raw beneath the running water every time you visit the washroom, trying so hard to clean the blood off your skin, even when you can’t see it anymore. You can still feel it, no matter how many times you wash them off—you don’t want to feel it anymore.
All you want is to spend the last four years of your life with the green-eyed boy you used to love, in the little cabin at the heart of an unknown forest, just as you’ve always dreamed about.
Eren Jaeger. After all these years, you’re still in love with Eren Jaeger.
Hanji watches you from the other side of the bars, awkwardly shifting her weight from one foot to the other. The Hanji from before, the one who didn’t know you were part of Marley’s Warrior Unit yet, would sink to her knees alongside you and pull you close to her chest for a hug.
But you don’t expect her to do anything like that; not when she knows you can kill her at any second.
Still, she doesn’t leave without saying a few more words: “This cell is beneath Stohess District, just so you know. You won’t do much good trying to break out—so please, try not to do so.”
You barely have the strength to nod as she turns away and disappears down the hall. Only when you hear the heavy door slam shut do you bury your face into your hands, sobbing uncontrollably as the War Hammer’s power thrums to life beneath your skin.
“How is she faring, doctor?”
You can hear the man’s voice on the other side of the door, soft and gentle as he speaks to your aunt. “A little shaken up, but she’ll be fine. I suggest you give her some time, though. God only knows what she’s seen over there.”
Over there. On the other side of the sea, on the island of devils.
“But I wouldn’t worry,” the doctor continues, and you can just imagine him shaking his head. “She’s a strong girl. She’ll get through it eventually.”
“I hope so.” You can hear your aunt sigh, and your hands curl into fists on your lap. “She’ll forget about the time spent over there, I’m sure. It must’ve been hard for her, surrounded by so many devils. Pretending to be one of them.”
But you are one of them. Whether you live on one side of the sea or the other, they’re all the same. They share the same blood of the devil, the same curse they were born with.
But it won’t do you any good to point that out to your aunt. As caring and understanding that she can be, she has little tolerance for talk about the Eldians living on the other side of the ocean. Those are the cursed Eldians, while the ones in Marley (like your own family’s bloodline) are the honored ones. The ones blessed to live in a place like Marley to begin with. The ones that can travel freely throughout the nation, and not just trapped within the gates of Liberio.
The ones not confined by a cage.
But it still feels as though you’re in one.
So you snap your lips shut and wait for your aunt to finish talking to the doctor. You’ll go along with whatever treatment they have planned for you, to help you with the nightmares and episodes. It’ll be better for everyone if you don’t mention anything from that damned island at all, much less the devils living there. The last thing you want is to upset Fine and the other children with horrible talk like that.
They are the devils, you remind yourself, over and over again as the months crawl by. They are the devils of the world. It’s their fault we’re in this mess to begin with.
But in the dead of night, curled up in your bed with nothing but the shadows to keep you company, you can feel the tears slipping down your cheeks, as the memories come flooding back, one by one.
They are all devils—but so are we.
So am I.
The days pass by slowly. You remain in your cell, offered meager meals and water twice every single day from a pair of guards. But then you’re left to your own devices once more, staring at the lone lantern hanging from the corner of the cell.
Hanji comes to visit you a few more times. You half-expect her to drag Captain Levi down here with her one of these days, just so he can beat the living hell out of you for your betrayal. You wouldn’t be surprised—you just aren’t exactly looking forward to it. But he doesn’t visit you.
Neither does Eren. Although, you don’t really expect him to, at this point.
Armin visits you one day, and at first you almost don’t recognize him. His hair is cut shorter than you remember, styled in an undercut, and his eyes have lost that hopeful blue luster. But he still tries to smile at you, when he greets you from the other side of your cell.
“I think I get it, now,” he mumbles, as the two of you take a seat on either side of the bars. “Why you guys did what you did…on that day.”
The day Wall Maria fell…the day Shiganshina fell to the Titans. The memories make you shudder.
Of course, Armin would try to understand you. He was always the most empathetic, forming a bond with you at the first opportunity. The two of you always had a special connection, nowhere near as emotional and intimate as the one you shared with Eren, but something else entirely. Something else that was still just as special to you. Throughout your years on Paradis, you never once regretted meeting Armin Arlert.
You ask him the same question you asked Hanji, and he answers you with downcast eyes: “Eren thought you could be useful to our cause—that’s why he managed to convince Commander Hanji and Captain Levi to keep you down here.”
You can only scoff and shake your head. “Then why was he prepared to kill me back then, in Liberio? He was going to take the War Hammer Titan for himself…so why didn’t he do it when he had the chance?”
Armin sighs in defeat, lowering his head to the dirt below. “I…I think he might still have a soft spot for you.”
Nowthat is completely unrealistic. Armin’s usually smarter than this—has he hit his head or something?
There’s no way in hell Eren Jaeger has a soft spot for you. Not after everything you’ve put him through. Not after you left him in the middle of the forest that night, angry tears streaming down his cheeks, fists rigid against the collar of your shirt. You remember it all too well, and even after all this time, the swirl of guilt has never left your stomach.
You wonder if he wants to kill you himself, once this is all over.
“He hates me,” you spit out, “I’m sure of it. You heard about what happened that night, didn’t you? How I left him and the Survey Corps behind?” To go back to Reiner and Zeke, so we could escape back to Marley?
“He told us,” Armin replies without missing a beat, “but I’m sure you had your reasons. You were probably threatened, weren’t you? You probably still have a family over there…”
His voice trails off awkwardly at the mention of them. Anger sears through your veins as you remember your uncle, broken and bloody as the Attack Titan swallowed him whole. Your uncle, who planned to die before the night was up, leaving the rest of his family behind to pave the way for Marley’s survival.
“It doesn’t matter anymore,” you growl, pressing your palms into the dirt. “It’s not like I’m ever going to see them again. I’m not making it out of this cell, am I?”
Armin opens his mouth to object…then snaps it shut soon after. He heaves another sigh, and you know right then and there, that you’re not walking away from Paradis any time soon.
“They’re still deciding on what to do with you,” he finally breaks the silence. “Either to keep you as a prisoner or give the War Hammer to another soldier…or maybe to Eren himself.”
You squeeze your eyes shut. Of course, that would be their plan. Eren tried to do the same thing in Liberio, so why not just help him along and—
“But he refused.”
“…What?”
“He said he didn’t want your Titan. He didn’t want its power…at least, not yet. So I guess that buys you a little more time in here.”
He doesn’t…want to inherit the War Hammer Titan? It makes no sense—why would he try to devour you back in Liberio, but not do it now, when you’re weakened and incapable of fighting back? Now is the perfect opportunity to take the War Hammer from you, and he’s just throwing it away like it’s nothing.
“But why wouldn’t he take it for himself? And don’t say it’s because he has a soft spot,” your lip curls at those final words, and Armin winces beneath your gaze. “There has to be another reason.”
Armin clears his throat before rising from his seat. He brushes the dirt off his coat, blue eyes fixed on you the entire time.
“I suppose you can ask him that yourself. But if you want my opinion,” he smiles weakly, and for a moment you see a flash of the mischievous boy you once knew inside the Walls, his eyes the color of the sea’s salty waves, “I don’t think he’s completely let go of the past.”
What does he mean by that? Does Eren still despise you for betraying the Scouts, for leaving Paradis for Marley in the dead of night? For breaking his heart after you made him promise to live with you once the war was over? For giving him false hope that you could lead a somewhat normal life once the Titans were defeated in the battle for Shiganshina?
Or…is there something else to Armin’s words, something he’s not outright telling you? Is it possible that Eren, even after all this time and everything you made him suffer through, still looks at you and sees the young girl from the 104th Training Corps? The one who made him smile and held back his arm when he threatened to fight with Jean, the one that bared her blades at a moment’s notice, ready to protect him alongside Mikasa? The one he shared a silly tavern room with the night before the battle, the one he promised to live together with once this damn war was over?
Maybe Armin’s right, as crazy as it sounds. Maybe, after all these years, Eren still sees you as the girl he once loved.
Well, I suppose that makes two of us.
But Armin’s gone before you can ask him anything more. The heavy door slams at the end of the hall, echoing through the darkness. You turn to rest on the bed in the corner, to mull over what he’s just told you—but then you hear something else, a soft sound through the shadows.
Another pair of footsteps, closing in on the cell. You hold your breath and face the newcomer head-on, your blood singing in your veins.
warnings: facefucking, heavy degradation, cockslapping, mean!eren but he’s soft at the end
word count: 0.5k
anon: Eren with pent up anger and frustration takes it out on his babie because his baby suggested to use her body because she doesn’t like it when her master is frowning, looking so angry idk if it’s good + how are we feeling about degradation kink ereh??????
“it’s okay, eren.” eren blinks at you as you sink to your knees, your eyes wide as you bat your lashes delicately. “you can use me. i want to make you feel better.” he can feel the blood rushing to his cock as he stares at you with your tongue hanging out, drool spilling down your chin messily and with the hot rage flooding through his veins, he growls as he tugs down his sweatpants, one hand circling around his hardening cock and pumping it faster whilst the other threads through your hair.
“messy bitch drooling all over yourself just because you want my cock so bad.” he grunts, fingers tightening around your hair to elicit a little squeal from you. tears glimmer in your eyes already, making him scoff as he taps the flushed cockhead against your wet tongue. “you’re such a slut. a greedy cockslut.”
your eyes soften momentarily but then you’re gagging as eren shoves his cock into your mouth, his thick length weighing down heavy on your tongue and the outline bulging lewdly in your cheek. your hands grip his thighs as he shoves it deep towards the back of your mouth, cockhead slamming against the back of your throat to make you gag as he groans, head falling back. the vein in his temple throbs as he begins to fuck your face, long strands of hair falling into his dampened, flushed face as his hips buck against your face, balls slapping against your chin. drool spills down your open mouth as you’re held in place, your moans shooting right through his cock as he grunts with every sharp thrust.
“fucking take it. this is what you’re good for- letting me use that slutty mouth of yours like it’s a fucking cunt.” eren moans as his cock slams against the back of your throat with a bruising pace. he growls when your nails pierce too deep into the skin of his thighs, his hand rough when he pulls you off his cock, saliva smeared across your face with your cheeks stained with tears. “fuck- you look like such a mess, like a right filthy cockslut.” you’re gasping for air as he slaps his wet dick against your cheek before he pumps it fast, groaning with pleasure as he forces your mouth open, pinching your drooling tongue as he tugs it out just as warm ropes of cum spurt from the red tip, coating over your tongue and chin.
“that’s it, drink my cum like a good little cumslut. what do you say?”
“thank you, eren.” your voice is hoarse as you swallow down the sticky strings of fluid, smiling as you wipe it off your chin and lick your cum-stained fingertips whilst eren pants heavily, his cock softening as he tugs his sweatpants back up.
he’s calmer and softer when he falls to his knees in front of you, brushing your hair out of your teary face before he envelopes you in his arms, rubbing his hands gently over your back as he rests a chin on your shoulder.
“i didn’t mean to be that rough- i’m sorry, baby.”
“it’s okay.” you whisper, clinging to him as you bury your face in the crook of his neck. “i always want to help you in any way i can. as long as you feel better.” he presses a tender kiss to your temple, lips smiling against your skin with gratitude.
warnings/content: thigh riding, dirty talk, innocent!reader, dumbification, light degradation, modern college au
word count: 0.7k
anon:eren corrupting a pretty, innocent girl <3 he adores how u get starry eyed when he whispers in ur ear ab everything he wants to do to you and how needy u get from just a few kisses. lets u ride his thigh and use his body bc he jus’ thinks u look so so pretty fuckin’ urself on his body and crying for more
the sound of music thumping sounds distant, like your head is plunged underwater as hands circle your waist, pulling you flush against a hard chest. there’s a stiffness pressing into your ass, grinding against you as your skin feels warm, heart racing and your legs pressing together to ease the throbbing deep between the legs.
“you’re so pretty, i bet you’d sound amazing moaning my name.” eren’s voice is a low deep murmur in your ear, all you can hear despite the loudness of the party, his hot breath tickling the sensitive skin of your ear as his teeth graze your lobe. he groans a little as you push up against him, breathless, before he starts to press open-mouthed kisses along your neck. warmth runs through you, your body shuddering, and you can’t help the little whine that falls from your lips as he sucks a little on the sensitive skin.
“oh, you’re so cute.” he smiles, the stubble on his chin tickling your neck as you cling to him tighter. you want more- more than just his kisses. “do you want me to show you a fun time? fuck you till you’re a drooling, fucked out, babbling mess?”
“eren.” you whimper his name as he presses some more kisses along the column of your throat, groaning into your flushed skin as he ruts his hips into your ass.
“do you feel how fucking hard you get me? you sound so pretty whimpering for me- i bet if i touched you right now you’d be soaking wet. how much do you want me?” your cheeks burn with embarrassment, a small squeal escaping as his hand slides between your legs, crawling up your skirt to press against your panties, the little wet patch so obvious.
“eren, so bad. please.” it’s a shy little whisper and he chuckles, chest vibrating against your back as he sucks the lobe of your ear.
“aw, you’re so wet and i’ve not even done anything yet. come on.”
your cunt throbs as he pulls you away from the main party, guiding you up the stairs of the house of whoever’s party it was, eren’s eyes sparkling as he pushes open a door into an empty bedroom. he grins as he sits at the end of the bed, pulling you onto his thigh as his hands grasp your hips.
“eren.” you can only whine as he kisses along your jaw, fingers unbuttoning your shirt as you can’t resist the urge to grind your hips along his thigh. he’s muscular, leg tensed so you can feel his muscles against your cunt, the ripples in his jeans and the layers of fabric in between only offering friction as you can feel your panties dampen. “please.”
“please what?” he smirks and he laughs when your bottom lip trembles. your cunt’s practically aching, drooling all over your panties as you rut faster, whining as the friction offers a semblance of pleasure. “i can’t do anything unless you tell me. do you want my fingers maybe? my tongue? my cock buried inside your little pussy?” you gasp at his lewd words, but you’re too desperate, whining as you begin to bounce on his leg faster, making him groan as he slips off your shirt, hands groping your chest.
“god, you look so pretty humping my thigh like that- you look so needy right now.” eren growls, edging his face close to yours. he presses his lips against yours messily, teeth nibbling on your swollen bottom lip and you mewl when he pulls away, biting your lip between his teeth. “you look so cute and innocent- i bet you’ve never even taken cock before, huh?” he bounces his leg to make you gasp, your walls clenching around nothing as you cling to his shoulders, rutting against his leg with the fabric rubbing against your damp folds and swollen clit, the pleasure warm as it runs through you. but it’s not enough, making your cheeks burn as your eyes fall to his hardened cock pressing against the tight restrains of his pants.
“please, eren.” your voice is shy and meek through your breathy sighs as you nestle your face into the crook of his neck, his long strands of hair tickling your face. “i want you to touch me. i want you to- to fuck me. with your cock. please.”
he groans at your words, cupping your face with his thumb stroking along your wet, swollen lip before he dips it between them, fingertip weighing down on your drooling tongue.
“that wasn’t so hard now, was it, babe? but not yet- i want to see you hump my thigh like a horny bitch in heat before i fuck you so good on my cock.”
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.”
**********
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.”
*************
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….
************
“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.”
**************
“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.
**************
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.
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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.”
