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prettygiri222 · 9 months

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Stress Relief

summary: Armin gives the best head

Armin x Black Reader SMUT

you were beyond frustrated at this point, work pissed you off today. it was originally your day off and you were gonna spend it with your boyfriend Armin, but your boss called you in last minute because someone couldn’t make their shift. then they spent the whole day up your ass complaining about the littlest things and even getting you for being late? you almost put your two weeks in when your coworker spilt your much-needed iced coffee, she didn’t even offer to buy you a new one! you got home with tears in your eyes when your lovely boyfriend offered to help you relieve some stress.

“Arminnn” you whined out. you were at the point of tears. you and Armin have been at it for almost an hour and you haven’t had the mind-blowing orgasm you craved. you were bouncy so desperately on Armin’s dick, like a rabbit in heat.

you should’ve been embarrassed at the state you were in: your edges were long sweated off after a long day at work, your makeup was running from your sweat and tears, your blowout was starting to frizz up, you didn’t even have time fully take off your clothes so your jeans were caught on one leg, your panty was pulled to the size and your tits were suffering from the constraints of your bra.

“c-calm down babe” Armin placed his hands on your hips to slow you down. Armin was struggling underneath you, what was once pleasure was becoming torture. unlike you, Armin had already came 2 times and was nearing his third. he was overstimulated and he was trying to hold out to help you but he was nearing his limits.

your eyes were squeezed trying to focus on building the growing feel inside your stomach missing out on the pornographic image in front of you. Armin was flushed a deep shade of pink, his lips a deep shade of red as he bit down on them trying to slow the growing feeling of his climax. his pants were around his ankles and his shirt was pulled up past his chest in your haste to get him inside you as soon as possible.

“fuck Armin, right there!” you moaned out as you finally got him to reach the deepest part you so desperately craved. the sight of you so bouncy so desperately on his cock brought Armin to his climax faster than he wanted.

“wait babe, p-please… i can’t, i can’t” Armin whined out as you grinded into him. you finally opened your eyes to see the mess underneath you. Armin hips were jerking into you deeply despite his pleas and you knew he was close, his voice always rose an octave higher during his orgasms.

“not yet,” you were so close you could almost taste it. Armin however, couldn’t take it anymore. he was growing weak underneath you, becoming a mess of babbles and whines.

“c-cumming!” Armin went cross-eyed at how intense his orgasm took over his body, spasming on the couch. beads of sweat rolled down his forehead as he looked up at the ceiling. you however, were still going at it, chasing your climax. you looked so beautiful above him but it was starting to hurt. Armin could barely feel his dick anymore.

“I’m close ‘rin, s-so close, fuck-” you orgasmed was denied when a strong grip picked you off of your boyfriend's flushed cock. “Armin!” you cried out frustrated. that was the closest you got to an orgasm during the whole day and your boyfriend just denied you.

“you’re so fuck-” “relax, I’ll take care of you angel,” Armin said as he put a finger to your lips stopping your rant. Armin sat you back on the couch and took his place on the floor in front of you. after taking off his own shirt he finally took off your jeans and underwear before taking off your top and releasing your tits.

he took you in a slow deep kiss while he played with your nipples, twisting and pulling at them. “Armin,” you moaned out.

“i know, i know, i’ll make it better. i promise,” Armin said as he kissed down your neck leaving hickeys in his path. he slowly made his way down to your clit drawing out whines that were like music to his ears. you were already squirming underneath him and he barely did anything. “my poor baby needs this badly?” he mockingly questioned, already knowing the answer.

you could only nod afraid your voice would give out. you held on to Armin’s hair for dear life, “oh god! please don’t stop Armin, please!”

“mhm,” Armin groaned from in between your legs. one of his hands was used to hold up your leg and the other was playing with your tits. “yough tath ahmahzin” Armin didn’t bother to remove his mouth from your clit to speak. his lips latched onto your clit licking and sucking on it before he started to get messy.

you would think Armin received the most pleasure when he ate you ate the way he was moaning into you. he was spitting and slobbering into your soaking wet heat. he removed his hands from your tit and inserted them into your cunt when you lost it.

“min! f-fuck minnie, ‘m close” you could barely form a sentence Armin was fingering the sense out of you. you held his head in between your legs as you started to grind into him hard. you whined when you felt the growing feeling begin to disappear as you tensed up.

“relax.” Armin gave your thigh a quick slap before holding it up. the sight beneath you would’ve been enough to make you cum any other day. Armin looked up at you with glazed-over eyes, his bangs were stuck to his forehead and his fingers going in and out of you as he ate you out with haste.

“give it to my baby,” Armin’s other hand rubbed your thigh trying to coax your orgasm out of you. you started to squeeze around his fingers, biting your lips to stop yourself from bucking into his mouth. Armin knew you were close so he kept up his ministrations.

“min, ‘min, ‘min!” you chanted out in a trance. your vision turned white as your climax finally hit. no noise left your mouth as it was stuck in an O shape. your body was trembling now and the only thing you could feel was Armin's wet tongue going in and out of you.

“min?” you moaned out as you came back to your senses. you tried closing your legs but his hands had a firm grip on them to stop them from closing. he kept nipping at your overstimulated clit holding you in place as you tried pulling away.

“my pretty girl, i think you can give me a couple more.”

Safe to say you totally forgot about your day at work🤭

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pinkmirth · 9 months

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nfl reiner braun tears his alc and requests the best surgeon to work on it. he gets, youuuu, sweet smelling pink doctor coat wearing you and he can’t even take you serious when you’re going over his chart or requesting to feel the muscle with those pink gloves on. you even look younger than him and he’s telling you: “darlin’, listen… im a big deal around here and i need someone to help fix me not give me a boner.” or something like that and you almost don’t have the heart to tell him that you’re the best that there’s ever been at this hospital.

RECOVERY, reiner braun !

୨୧ — pairing: footballer!reiner braun x fem!reader

୨୧ — synopsis: this doctor’s got a hardheaded patient! it’ll take some effort to convince him of your effectiveness . . .

୨୧ — contains: ( 1.4k words of . . . ) modern au, slight nsfw (more like suggestive!), footballer!reiner, surgeon!reader, fem!reader (black coded), reiner has an ACL tear, reiner’s touch-deprived/sexually frustrated, rei’s kindaaa conceited (just a little bit!), palming, minors shoo!

୨୧ — mira’s note: ramona, my love! i adore all your reiner concepts, they’re always sooo perfect 🎀 thank youuu for sharing your rei-rei thoughts with me :) now here’s a lil drabble for my gorgeous man! (not really proofread thoroughly, i apologize for any typos or mistakes!)

isopropyl.

it’s all that reiner can smell. he’s a healthy man, he hardly belongs here— in this chilled surgeon office with the most pale, unflattering lighting. the parchment-like exam table paper rustles beneath him with every stretch and maneuver he makes, and his weight is enough to pry a creak out of the treatment table every now and again.

a recurring clack of footsteps and the whine of the door lets reiner know that you, the ‘sexy doctor lady from earlier’ has returned from reading his screenings. he wasn’t able to catch your name amidst the splitting pain from his acl tear, so that’ll make do in the meantime.

you set down your clipboard and turn to face him. your dear patient appears a bit mussed from the big game that took place earlier— his golden hair’s all fluffy and wild, that red football uniform of his is streaked with the green of the field, and his left cheekbone got a little scratch somehow. you’ll make sure to dab that with rubbing alcohol later.

“your vitals are well above average.” you commend. his reply’s a mere grunt. he can’t bring himself to take you seriously. just fucking look at you; pink latex gloves pulled over manicured hands, welcoming eyes all doe and shiny, with a sweet glossed smile that he won’t forget for days to come. he hates having to meet such a beauty under these grim circumstances– after all, you’re the kind of woman he’d take out on a date.

“lucky for you, mister braun, your injury isn’t a complete tear . . . so your recovery time shouldn’t be too long. it’ll last about six months, give or take.”

he isn’t listening.

reiner isn’t even sure of when he began to space out; your lips are just so plush, so alluring. his surname sounds sweeter than it should when falling from your mouth. before long, you clear your throat. it’s enough to snap him out of it. “i’d appreciate your undivided attention, sir. we’re currently going over your healing plan— ”

“lemme ask you, sugar,” he interjects with a low rasp. reiner braun’s well known around these parts, and you can only assume that being such a big deal has gotten to his head. what he says next throws you off, “when’s the real doctor comin’ in, hm?” it’s hard to remain professional, but you do. no furrowed brows, no scrunched up face— nothing but a tight, forced smile.

you suck in a breath through your nose, maintaining composure. “what makes you think it isn’t me, mister braun?” he can hear the tinge of vexation in your voice. clearly, this footballer has struck a chord or two.

“you’ve got pink gloves on, barbie.” he snarks out a laugh, just a bit mean. he’s much too handsome for such a condescending tone.

you bring a gloved hand flat to his chest, pushing reiner back into the examination table. his breath catches in his throat when you knead your fingers into his thigh, right where the tear resides beneath firm muscle. you’re assertive, and goddamn, does he love it.

“i’m your doctor.” you assure, voice firm. he groans out at the calculated pressure; it feels good. makes the throb of pain fade, just a bit.

“you’ll have to put some faith in me, hm?” your tone is warm, words soft and patient in a way he doesn’t deserve. reiner can’t lie, it was crass of him to have undermined you that way.

“my apologies, doc.” he addresses you in the rightest way he can. it’s his tiny little way of making amends.

“so, how long— fuck, how long did ‘ya study for?” reiner tries for small talk, voice low and shaken. you’d like to believe that whatever left his lips just now wasn’t a moan. no, it was more like . . . a groan of pain, perhaps?

“about six years. graduated early,” no wonder you look just about his age, if not younger. all his previous doctors were just as old as his parents.

“smart and pretty, huh?” he graces you with a feeble grin, a white gleam of teeth surrounded by neatly trimmed stubble. it’s safe to say that he’s your hottest patient up to date.

you continue on with prodding into the thick meat of his left thigh, and those throaty whines of his make you feel a way you simply shouldn’t.

it’s been a while since reiner’s been touched this way. he knows it’s just a regular inspection for his stupid injury, but he can’t recall the last time a woman’s splayed their hands on his body. he’s always busy with football this, training that. there’s never any time remaining for hook-ups, talkless of a relationship. that being said, it isn’t long before he begins to grow excited.

“m— mister braun,” you call out, voice airy, “you seem a little, um . . . worked up.”

“huh?” his eyes flit up to meet yours. you lock onto his honey-brown pools of desperation.

nothing else is uttered. you wordlessly direct your gaze towards his crotch, and give him a knowing look. reiner finally catches on— he fucking knew he felt his bottoms getting tight. hesitantly, the blonde lifts his head to peer down at his pants. surely enough, a boner’s prodding at the centering cloth of his football shorts.

“goddamn,” he drops his head back onto the examination table, bashfully throwing his forearm over his eyes. humiliation eats at the proud man, reducing him to a jumble of hormones.

you can hardly bring yourself to contain your chuckle, which makes his reddened cheeks burn further. it seems that his bodily reaction to your skilled hands has given him a sense of humility at best, and embarrassment at worst.

“i’ve never been appointed to a lady before . . .” is his hushed excuse. he’s still got his eyes shielded with his arm— he can’t even fucking bear to look at you. it’ll only spur him on further.

‘i turn you on?’ is what you’re just longing to question him. you know that you do— he’s been looking at your lips with bated breath since he got here. not to mention the peeks he’d taken at your ass whenever you turned around to read his chart or grab a cotton ball.

it’s quite bold of you— more like dangerous— to bring your ministrations upwards, closer to the ache under his pants. you’d tell yourself to stay on task, but professionalism has long been thrown out the window.

your gloved hands trail mischievously, placed directly atop reiner’s hard-on. warmth radiates from your palm, and you squeeze. his eyes blink shut, hips gently bucking upwards. his tear burns from beneath his skin, but he doesn’t fucking care. he bets he could cum from your hands alone.

reiner eventually manages to pull his arm away from blocking his viewpoint, chest heaving with every passing second. if you were to use your stethoscope on him, his heartbeat would be nothing short of erratic.

“trust me, mister braun,” is your reassuring whisper, “you’re in good hands.”

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st4rb3rr13s · 4 months

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Silver Piercing

Eren got a lip piercing and you just HAD to sit on his face.

Warnings: face riding (f!receiving) smut (obviously.)

This is the fastest smut I’ve ever written?? (If there’s any mistakes I apologize!)

“You sure? I’ve never rode your face before and your piercing is just healing, Ren.” You mutter. You were in a position you and your boyfriend had never tried before. It wasn’t like he didn’t eat your pussy, it’s just riding feels so much more intimate. You two just didn’t decide to try it also for the fact it wasn’t something that important. You two were more worried about making this relationship work and being mature while working than how many positions y’all could fit in a day.

“It’s fine, just sit on it, baby.” Eren spoke. You took a deep breath, nodding. Slowly you put your cunt on his face. His face was perfect to sit on, just so perfect. His tongue and nose aligned perfectly with each other, giving you the best stimulation. And don’t get started on the cold piercing. The silver cool piercing that gives you little shakes, and you two haven’t even started.

His tongue darts inside your folds, starting out rough and needy. You gasped as he started to lick up your wetness making sweet noises. The coolness gave a nice contrast, making your legs tremble up.

His arms held your thighs down, forcing you to stay apart from him. Forcing your body to be submissive to his tongue. If you knew better you’d think he’s searching for something within your folds. He leaned his head back, making his nose rub your clit while his tongue ran down your folds. Your eyes closed, making you whimper.

As he went back in, your hands felt solace on your headboard. Normally you’d be squeezing on his hair, but this felt so good too. His tongue pushed back into your pussy, licking that certain spot into you. Your whimpers turned into full on screams as he started to go faster than you thought he would. He moaned with you, wanting you to reach your high.

He hit your thighs once, twice. Your eyes opened going up. His breath fanned over your clit, before his finger started to rub fast circles onto it. Your throat was going to be hoarse with how much you screamed for him.

“Cmon sweetheart, jump on my tongue. Act like it’s my dick, sweetheart. I want you to do it, please do it for me.” Eren asked, practically begged. You could tell this was a turn on for you as much as it was for him. His normally hooded eyes were blown out, almost doe like. From his mouth down to his chin was shiny, full of your arousal.

“Ok, Eren. Only for you, only for you.” You babbled on. His arms pushed you down onto his tongue.

You held onto the headboard, remembering how you held onto his shoulders, before your thighs started to go up and down. The action made your pussy even more wet, getting closer to your orgasm. He could feel it as your pussy started to clench.

Your eyes rolled back as the warm tongue became too much for you. Too much to handle. His cold lip piercings gave you a different coolness than his tongue. The warmness being in contrast to the cool metal was your end.

You screamed, screaming his name. You only saw stars as the world felt like it had melted and only you and Eren were in the moment. No, not moment because at that exact moment time didn’t matter. Nothing mattered but you and Eren.

Hope you enjoyed❁

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slxtslovebambi · 1 year

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𝙒𝙚𝙩 𝘿𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢𝙯 💦 💭

Eren Yeager x Fem!reader | MDNI

Mentions of: Armin, Jean and Connie.

Synopsis: based of : Wet Dreamz by J. Cole.

[ Eren basically is a loner without any game. He finds himself crushing over the popular girl that sits next to him in his math class and keeps passing him cute letters and notes, praying that she’ll be the one that’s going to take his virginity!]

Warnings: Fem!reader, mentions of sex, Eren being head over heels for you, mentions of virginity loss, cuss words etc.

Wc: 2k+

Eren has always been a laid back kid.

He likes video games, smoking and staying out of drama.

Of course he like girls and stuff like that too, it’s just that he never really went out of his way to try and talk to them. The girls at his college are mostly not interested in him anyways since he’s kinda a loner and he’s not interested in changing anything about that…

At least that’s what he thought until he first met you. He could never forget the day you walked into his math class and sat down next to him, with a warm smile on your face and a cherry lollipop between your plump lips. He immediately noticed your pretty face and the way you smell.

He found himself so fascinated with the way your hair looked that whenever he was watching porn late at night by himself in his college dorm, he specifically looked for girls with a similar hair type. He loved talking to you just to hear your soft voice and cute giggles, but after your professor expressed multiple times that he doesn’t want you guys to distract the other students, you had to switch to exchanging small letters and notes.

At this point Eren has a whole little box full of notes that you wrote him since the beginning of the year.

Everything started off so innocent until you started flirting with him, trying to make him blush and get a reaction out of him, like the virgin whore that he was. Attending classes felt like a reward now, since he gets to spend time with you on a daily basis.

You often catch him starring at you, but you never thought much about it.

If only you knew that secretly he was wondering if you’d be able to make him nut the same way it feels like when he does it himself to your photos.

You’re not the it girl at campus but you are popular for sure. You’ve always been pretty confident, not taking shit from people and making sure that everybody knew not to play around with you. He’s truly fascinated by you and he finds himself quickly developing feelings for you.

Even his friends noticed his behavior change. Since he met you he’s daydreaming a lot more, mostly about the way that your thighs would make a perfect pillow or the cute pout you have on your lips when you don’t understand something and you have to ask him for help.

"Bruh what the fuck? Yoo Eren? Earth to Eren?"

Connie waves his hand in front of Eren's face to catch his attention.

"Huh?" Eren responds, snapping out of his hypnotic state.

"We’re asking if you’re coming to the party on Saturday?" Connie asks curiously.

"Nah I’m busy this weekend, sorry guys." He mutters quietly in response.

"What do you mean you’re busy? You never miss a party!" Jean looks at him shocked.

"Y/n is coming over this weekend, that’s why he’s acting that way." Armin reveals his best friends secret with a smirk on his face.

"He even told me I’m not allowed to come home till Sunday." He continues.

"Wait, wait, WAIT! Y/n L/n? Bro you better forget about her." Connie looks at Eren like he’s insane.

"What? Why?" Eren looks up to his friend, suddenly all ears again.

"She’s like wayyy out of your league, there’s no way she’d let you try anything with her!" Jean shakes his head, trying to prepare his friend for a heart break.

"Who said I wanna 'try anything’?" Eren starts getting annoyed. He knows all of those things but that’s not gonna stop him from dreaming night and day about your pretty lips warped around his dick, crying and gagging for him with that seducing look on your face that you always give him.

"Ohh right, I forgot our boy is still a virgin. Don’t worry, you’re not less of a man!"

Jean ruffles through Eren's hair.

"I never said I was?!" Eren looks offended over at his friend.

"Yeah but you thought it." Connie laughs.

"I hate you guys." He just rolls his eyes… but what if they are right?

Did he ever have a real chance with you?

And do you even like him?

—

Friday was like any other day…

at least that’s what Eren expected when he sat down next to you like usually.

You immediately noticed that something was off. He seemed so cold and distant and even after you asked him "did I do something wrong?", with a cute pout on your face, he only responded with a "nah don’t worry." before turning his head away from you again. The truth is that Eren was just scared. Hurt and scared to be specific.

What if Jean and Connie were right, and he’s just your way of passing time during your boring lectures.

He always felt a little delusional for thinking there could be something going on between you guys, but the conversation he had with his friends yesterday just made things worse.

Eren basically ignored you for almost the entire lecture, thinking about thousands of reasons why you could think that he’s not good enough for you.

He always had his fair share of insecurities, but he still hoped you’d like him regardless.

However all of his worries got dismissed after he opened the letter you passed him when nobody was looking.

'𝑯𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒙 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆?'

It said, written perfectly in your handwriting.

You smile at him innocently before tapping the end of your pencil against your bottom lip.

There’s no way you would write something like that if you weren’t interested in him… right?…

You’re so cruel for playing around with him like that. At this point it doesn’t even matter anymore if all of this is a joke or game to you, Eren is willing to risk it all.

If he ever had the glimpse of a chance with you, then now is the time to make use of it and shoot his shot. He’s definitely going to keep the note and brag about it to his friends though, simply to prove them that he’s not some virgin loser and that he knows how to talk to girls, even if he doesn’t do it a lot.

He smiles softly to himself before ripping out a piece of paper from his notebook and scribbling something on it.

He hands it to you while giving you a cocky attitude. '𝘖𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘹 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦' You read on it. '𝑶𝒉 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚?' you write back with a sly smirk on your lips.

'𝘐 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯… 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘨 𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘰'

If having wet dreams about you would count, he’d definitely be considered a pro… so it’s not that much of a lie is it?

'𝒐𝒉 𝒔𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖’𝒓𝒆 𝒂 𝒑𝒓𝒐? 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒘' You giggle in amusement before you give him the small note.

~That girl is going to be the death of me ~

Eren thinks to himself as he noticed the bugle in his pants. Luckily none of his friends were here, seeing him embarrassed at the fact that he is fully bricked up, because of you just writing on a stupid piece of paper.

'𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯' he writes back, trying to keep his cool to impress you.

Deep down he knew he’s scared to death right now, even if he doesn’t want to admit it…

—

"You’re still here? Get the fuck out Armin, Y/n's gonna be here in like one hour and I still need to…get ready!" Eren bursts into Armin’s room after hearing him talk on the phone.

He never wanted to impress a girl so bad in his life.

"Shut up Eren I’m talking to my mom!"

Armin puts his phone on silent as he tries to make Eren leave by pushing him away with one hand.

"Fuck no, don’t ruin this for me! You need to leave."

Armin unmutes his phone before he sighs and starts speaking again.

"Wait mom, I- I’m gonna call you back. Yes I promise I won’t drink much. Okay, yeah love you too, bye." He hangs up. "what the hell is wrong with you man?!" he glares at Eren. "Did you already pack your things?" Eren continues bugging him.

"Yes I did, now stop rushing me or I’ll tell Jean and Connie that you practiced how to put on condoms last night!" Armin threatens him, remembering the painfully awkward encounter he had with his best friend.

"Okay okay but you have to leave now, please Armin." Eren nearly begs. This is one of the most important days in his life, there’s no way he going to let anybody fuck this up.

"Fine, I was about to leave anyways." Armin sighs while rolling his eyes as he takes his backpack from his bed and puts it on before grabbing his keys from his nightstand. "Thank you man I love you!" Eren says relived, following Armin to the door.

"Yeah whatever." Armin says before walking out of the door and closing it behind him.

—

The entire hour that Eren had left, he spent by lighting up scented candles around the house and praying that he won’t mess up, not tonight.

It can’t be that hard right? He watched enough porn to know the basics, he just hopes that you won’t notice it’s his first time.

The moment the doorbell rang he almost had a stroke…. However it was nothing compared to the way his heart was beating fast when you sat down beside him on his bed after he lead you in his room.

Fake it till you make it right? That’s what Eren thought when he started kissing you, pretending that his last kiss wasn’t in middle school. Getting hard on time was much easier than he thought it would be.

He felt his heart skip a beat when your warm hand slides under his shirt as you start trailing your fingers over his abs. Your skin is so unbelievably soft, it feels like heaven. You make him take off his shirt and play with the buckle of his belt before he pulls your face closer by your chin, only leaving inches between you.

"You’re so fucking pretty." He mutters under his breath while inspecting your face.

He always wanted to have you to himself, and seeing you like this, so desperately craving his touch just drives him crazy.

Usually he feels like you hold this power over him, but you whispering quietly in his ear "I want you so bad." was a major ego boost to him.

He can’t believe that his friends almost had him convinced that he wasn’t good enough for you… ridiculous.

He takes off your dress and removes your underwear, as he watches your nipples get hard at the cool air, with a smirk on his face, before he takes out a condom from his pocket.

It’s now or never.

He gets rid of his pants and puts on the elastic rubber just like he practiced the night before.

Now that he’s so close to losing his virginity, realization hits him, killing the adrenaline that just rushed through his veins.

He feels the palms of his hands getting sweaty and his breath quicken as he tries to keep himself from panicking to much.

He takes a deep breath and moves his hardened member to your entrance before you flinch and stop him right when he’s about to put it in.

"What’s wrong?" He asked confused.

Did you notice that he’s completely inexperienced? This is so embarrassing, he should have just told you the truth when he had the chance to.

"I need to tell you something…" you shyly look up to him. "Did… Did I do something wrong?" Eren says, worried that he’s making you feel uncomfortable.

"No it’s just,… please be gentle okay?" You try to avoid eye contact before continuing.

"Don’t laugh at me but… I-I never did this before."

Eren chuckles lightly to himself.

"I’ll try to keep it down for ya."

This is going to be so much more fun than he thought it would be.

Hope you enjoyed it, I refuse to believe that there’s people out there that don’t know the song, but if you don’t I can only recommend listening to it! 🧎🏾‍♀️

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“Video Game Lover”

CW: Shower sex, established relationship, smut, unprotected sex, aftercare, fluff, nicknames (baby,mama,princess), breeding kink.

PAIRING: Eren X Blk!FemReader

WC: 1.4k

🗯️🫧: omgg, tysm for all the support on my latest zoro fic, it means a lot🩷😖sooo we’re finally here with erennn!!! I honestly had fun writing a lil needy/soft eren, lmk what you guys think :p???

MINORS DNI

(start)

“Fuck off!” Eren shouts, the familiar routine unfolding every Friday night. You on Eren's bed scrolling en

endlessly through tik tok bored out of your poor mind while Eren is hooting and hollering over the mic playing god knows what with his friends. “Yeah, eat shit!” Eren yells jumping a lil.

Impatient, you crawl towards the edge of the bed, tapping Eren's shoulder. “Yeah baby?” He asks in a tender voice almost making you feel guilty for being mad at him. He looks you in the eye, he doesn't even need you to ask the question he already knows what you're going to ask “I'll be off right after this round i promise” he adds then gives a lil peck on your cheek. Foolishly you believe him and return back to your spot, getting comfy under the covers

“WHAT THE FUCK” you jolt awake from the roar the eren caused, eyes barely open as you check the time on your phone. 11 pm ‘one more round my ass’. You look up to see he is now on a completely different game!?!? Like you cannot be serious. Taking in the situation you decide it's best if you go to bed. You remove the blanket flinching a bit from the cold of the room, and head into the shower, slamming the door just to be a lil petty.

He invited you over, and he can't even get off the game for a minute for you?? You sigh while removing your clothes. Grabbing your shower cap from the shower, you make sure to grab all your carrot soap as well as your vanilla body wash. Of course you couldn't forget your music, logging into spotify you play ‘All I want is you’ by Miguel (litcherally my fave song rn so srs.) . Turning the knobs making sure the water is at perfect the temperature you step in.

Lathering your body, in your own world. Eren walks in, halting in his track as he sees your figure behind the foggy screen. No matter how many times he's seen it,it never fails to stun him. He is completely mesmerized by the way the water rinses off the soap from your titties. In a complete trance with how your curves look behind the glass, he loves every inch of you and would never want to hurt you. Reflecting on how he treated you earlier when he was in the game, he obviously regrets his actions…I mean the game was never that serious.

Finding his resolve, Eren knocks on the glass trying to get your attention. You continue singing completely ignoring his knocks, until you see Eren take off his clothes. ‘What is he doing..?’ you think to yourself irritated. You could never understand this nigga. The door slides open to reveal Eren dick and balls out “Can I come in?” he asks absolutely cheesin, smile ear to ear n all.

“N-no, what the fuck nigga get out” you voiced, this man is crazy.

“Oh c’mon baby, are u mad at me?” Eren pouted, ignoring your rejection he climbed into the shower. You roll your eyes and resume scrubbing your arms “Please tell me what's wrongg” he was practically whining at this point. Still facing forward you continue rinsing your body until you feel his rough hands on your hips dragging you back a little. Your ass grazing his tip. You hiccup quietly at his swift motion.

“What are you doing..” you ask looking everywhere but him. Silence. Growing irritated, you turn around looking dead at him. His long hair washed down, the trails of water flowing down his perfectly carved chest each droplet tracing down the path of his abs.your eyes following one little droplet as it paces down his body all the way to his-

“My eyes are up here mama” He says, you quickly dart your eyes back up to him

“Why are you here?” You ask with your arms crossed covering your nipples.

“I wanted to say i'm sorryyyyy” he sulks, with his frown quivering.

“For what?”

“For ignoring you and playing the game.” he answers, with his head down and hands behind his back. Almost like a little kid getting into trouble. “Do you forgive me?” He looks back up at you with his big green eyes staring right into your brown ones.

“Hmmm…,” you ponder. You were having way too much fun teasing him like this. “Nah”

“Please baby let me make it up to you” Eren said practically begging on his knees with his hands rubbing together.

“And how are you gonna do that?”

His tongue shot straight into your pussy, wiggling around a little bit. “What is wrong with you?!?!” Reflexively you slap him on the forehead. He slowly stands up, giggling to himself. As soon as he reaches eye level with you he grabs your chin, brings it in closer then leans in for a kiss. Instinctively you tilt towards him returning the kiss. He reaches for your ass, lifting you up. Both arms around his neck and wrapping your legs around his waist, completely melting into the kiss. Tongues colliding with each other, swishing around. Eren pulls back and looks into your eyes with pure adoration. He is without a doubt enamored with you, he feels so horrible for what he did to you.

“Do you forgive me?" he asks again.

You giggle at his question, looking down at him, nose to nose. “Of course I do baby, jus dont pull that shit again.”

You can see him gleaming, wearing that contagious grin reaching for another kiss.

“Let me make it up to you, yeah?” You nod, he lets you down gently. Performing a smooth arch, with your ass facing towards him water evenly dripping down your back. “Let me know if it hurts,” Eren says.

His penis enters slowly into your entrance. Eren nearly melts at the way your pussy just wraps him so well, your smooth velvety walls caressing his dick. It’s like you were made just for him.

“mmm” you felt every inch of him in you, moving quicker and quicker.

“ya feel so good baby, so good.”Eren marvels at the way your ass jiggles with every thrust. He grabs your hips, slamming your ass aggressively against his balls. So loud it sounded like damn gunshots (🪦🪦😭) “Let me fill you up princess, I wanna see you full” Eren whispers into your ear

“M-mhm” you mumble, can’t even barely form thoughts let alone words. You were dazed out of your mind, the way Erens whole demeanor changes when y’all have sex is wild but you love it. “Oh baby right there!” You squeal as erens hits your g-spot. Toes curling, legs shaking, nails gripping onto whatever surface it could grasp onto, you could feel it and so did Eren.

“Cum on me y/n” Almost instantly it comes pouring down, flooding his dick. “Yeaaa, that’s right.” Eren says in a whisper, astonished. Reaching for your arms he carefully picks you, twisting you facing him with your back against the tile. Like the beast he is he continues, fucking you into oblivion. Your head resting on his shoulder, bobbing at every thrust. Your cum still lingering in your pussy making easy access for eren.

“p-puh ” you manage out, nearly numb out yo mind.

“Baby use your words or I won’t be able to understand what you want” Eren grunts, still going abusing your poor little cunt. “I’m gonna make you all nice and full”

“Eren, f-feels so g-good” you cry out

“Yea?”

“Mhm..”you nod against his shoulder. You can feel his dick twitchin and in you

“Hold on mama, stay with me” as he says that you feel his warm liquid cum flowing into you, sending you off into orbit causing you to release too. Panting, you rest your head on his shoulder. “You did a good job, let’s get you cleaned up.”

Eren spent the rest of the shower tidying both of you guys up, cleaning out whatever could be left and turning off the shower. Still carrying you he lays you on his bed lending you his shirt and boxers to sleep in.

“Do you want wingstop?” Eren asks, holding his phone on the door dash app. You nod, lying on his chest listening to his heartbeat.

Once the food was delivered you guys spent the rest of the night watching scary movies (the movie not the genre😭).

(love u guyss, enjoy!!)

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A Business Proposal

Hiii! I just drafted a random Eren smut as I found nothing to read. If you have any series you recommend, please let me know! (I prefer cannon shockingly haha) I hope you enjoy this one! Also, thank you for all the lovely messages you have left me. I know I'm not the most active user (I'm very shy, haha), but I really appreciate you guys for saying hi.

Content: fem!reader, NSFW warning, established relationship, forbidden love, pet names, lmk if I have missed anything

The masquerade ball was in full swing, with the soft glow of fairy lights casting a dreamy aura over the grand ballroom. You took a deep breath before entering the room to breathe out some of the stress. The ball is filled with the most influential people in New York, and you are right now representing your father and his business with your parents. You wore a wine-red dress hugging your curves and a v-neck teasing some of your full breasts. You see your parents talking with the Braus. Most likely, they are trying to seal a deal with the wealthy family. You walk over and peck your father on the cheek. “Here is my diamond,” he said proudly. The Braus welcome you with warm smiles while their son couldn't stop drooling. You looked too damn good in that dress. He gently raised your hand and kissed your palm “You look absolutely stunning tonight”, he said with a rasping voice. A burning sensation crept on your cheeks. “Thank you”, you respond calmly, trying not to reveal any form of nervousness.

You are interrupted by a loud laughter coming from the other side of the room. Your mother rolled her eyes at the sight of the Jeager family standing there in all their glory. The laughter came from the family patriarch’s youngest son, Eren. It was like he wanted the room to know his presence. The family were mingling with the Arlet family. “That boy has no manner.” Your mother whispered to you. Your families are great rivals, and the tension increased even more when Grisha, with the help of Eren’s friendship with Armin, managed to hijack the deal your father was about to make with Armin’s grandfather. You turn your head to see Eren toasting a glass towards you. You rolled your eyes in annoyance, turning your focus back to Reiner, who hasn’t stopped admiring you.

Your father recognised the potential for connection, "Why don't you two take a stroll outside? The night is beautiful, and it's an excellent opportunity to get to know each other better." He suggested. Reiner gladly agreed, and the two of you linked arms as he escorted you out. You could feel the burning sensation of two green eyes following you. The two of you found yourselves walking through the elegantly landscaped gardens surrounding the ballroom. The enchanting melodies from the ballroom faded into the background as you and Reiner found yourselves lost in conversation. Reiner, with a genuine curiosity shining in his eyes, took the opportunity to learn more about your adventures. "So…" he began, a warm smile gracing his features, "I've heard you've traveled a lot. Got a favorite spot that's close to your heart?" Your eyes lit up with excitement as you reminisced. "Oh, definitely Cuba! It's got this energy you can't find anywhere else, plus the people got the warmest souls you'll ever meet." Intrigued, Reiner leaned in, his heart beating faster as he admired the beauty that was you. "Tell me more," he encouraged. Your enthusiasm bubbled over as you described the streets of Havana, the lively music, and the genuine hospitality of the Cuban people. As you spoke, Reiner found himself captivated by your words and the radiant glow that poured out of you. The way your full lips curved into a smile and how the moonlight cast a soft glow on your highly melanated skin. "Hey, how about we keep this going? Would you be up for grabbing a bite or something?"

As the idea of a date with Reiner popped up, your mood took a dip. You felt a knot tighten in your stomach. Sure, you liked Reiner, he is a nice guy, but the idea of dating him stirred up conflicting emotions. You didn't want to disappoint your dad, who was trying to build bridges with the Braus family, but you weren't sure if going out with Reiner was the right move. Putting on a smile, you excused yourself, muttering something about needing a break.

Alone in the restroom, you leaned against the sink, trying to sort through your thoughts amidst the soft hum of the ballroom outside. You slide down against the wall and sit on the clean concrete floor. How am I going to solve this problem? is all you can think. You turn your heard towards the door as your problem walked into the bathroom.

“Eren! Someone might walk in!” You whispered loud at your boyfriend. “Babe, relax I paid the security off to watch over the bathroom door. One one will enter.” He said reassuringly as he sat down opposite to you. “What is my beautiful girl, thinking about.” He said leaning his upper body towards you. You place your heel on his chest and push him back to his starting point. “How my boyfriend made a loud obnoxious laughter and gave me a toast. What if my parents saw that? They would have gotten suspicious!” You hissed the last part. “You look absolutely stunning tonight” He quickly responded mocking Reiner’s voice.

“What can I say? Being forced to watch my beautiful diamond getting drooled over by a mindless titan wasn’t the peak of my night. Besides after almost 6 years, your parents are still obvious to their precious daughter’s mischievous behavior.” You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help smiling at his remarks.

Eren grabs the ankle of the foot still pressed on his chest. He releases this chest and pulls you towards him, having your hips sandwiched between his legs. You can smell the crispy citrusy of the cologne you bought him for Valentine’s day. He kisses your forehead and you close your eyes taking him in. His hands slides slowly down from your knees to each side of your hips. Knowing you boyfriend this was not an innocent act. Your eyes shoot open as your boyfriend slowly pulls your panties of you not breaking eye contact.

“Eren wait, someone might come in or hear us.” You say nervously lightly pushing his chest with both hands. Eren leaned into your right ear and whispered “Why should I wait? Mmmh...It's just you and me here... No need to be shy...” He grabbed your wrist and planted two kisses on your hand in an attempt to wipe away any sense of Reiner on it. He slides your red dress up to your hips, exposing your bare cunt. You can feel him circle your needy clit as he kisses you. The kiss turned sloppier as you invited his tongue to play, you suck his tongue as he pulled away. You moan as you can feel your orgasm build up. “Oh... Yes... Moan for me, sweetheart... You like it when I rub your clit don't you? Look at how much your hips are thrusting forward... Begging me to touch you more.” He chuckled, looking at one of New York’s most elegant women being a total mess because of him. He peppered kisses all over your shoulders and the exposed parts of your chest. You bite your underlip in a failed attempt to hold back your moan as you orgasm. “My sweet baby girl…” He whispered, giving you a gentle peck on the lips.

“Do you want me to put my fingers in?” You nod. Eren, over the years of your relationship has gotten to know your body and your needs to a point where he is almost in sync with your body. “Use your words, honey... I'm your servant tonight…” He said softly. “Yes”, you managed to blur out, feeling embarrassed. Your whole body was quivering as he slid two fingers in, pumping them in and out, increasing the speed for each pump. You felt so wet and slippery inside, Eren had to taste you after this. The second orgasm was slowly building up, and you rolled your head in pleasure. Eren took it as an invite and licked your neck, ending it with a kiss behind your ear. “Did you walk out with Reiner to make me jealous, hmmm?I bet he wanted to do this...But no... You belong to me...Just as much as I belong to you” he groaned. “No I-” You bit Eren’s shoulder to hide the screams as the orgasm washed over you.

You heavily pant to catch your breath, Eren on the other hand can’t wait to taste you. He kissed your knee then your inner thigh, you stopped him right before he went in for the kill. “Eren, please. I don’t think I can handle one more” you almost begged. “Shhhh... It's okay. Don’t worry…lemme take care of you,” He whispered, placing your hand on his bun and burying his face against your cunt. He licks over your clit before sucking it into his mouth. You clench your fist shut around his locks, which riles him up. You could hear him groan, and then, his mouth was all over your cunt, lapping up all your juices. His teeth grace your bundle of nerves, nipping gently but hard enough to make you cry out. He continued to lap your juices, feeling you drip down his chin. He pulled your leg over his shoulder and buried his tongue deep inside of you. You screamed in your free hand as your third orgasm took over, you squirted all over his mouth. “You taste delicious sweetheart…” He whispered, letting you taste yourself with a kiss. You felt your cheeks burn at the comment, “you look so adorable when you're flustered…” He chuckled.

You reached for his hard bul, but he gently grabbed your hand and kissed the lower side of your pinky finger. “Don't worry about my pleasure sweetheart.I'm extremely happy right now...The way you look at me right now... It's all I need.” That wasn’t enough for you, you also wanted him to feel good. “I want you to fuck me, Eren.” You whispered in his ear, sucking his earlob and making him groan. “You want me to fuck you now? You can barely stand up babe…”

You didn’t need to reply as he picked you up like the princess you are. When it comes to one thing in this relationship, is that Eren Jeager will give you what you want. He placed you on the counter next to sink and you spread your legs wide open for him. The strap on your left shoulder had slid down to your upper arm, your makeup was by God’s grace still intact and your eyes were drunk of the Greek god standing in front of you.

Eren wanted to die on the inside, you looked like a painting belonging to Sandro Botticelli. He kissed you gently and unbuckled his pants revealing himself. He placed his tip at your entrance rubbing against it before entering it slowly. “Ahhhhh....Your pussy is so tight... It's gripping me so hard.” He hissed trying to compose himself. You on the other hand grabbed his shoulder as you felt a familiar burning. “Are you ready?” He asked breathlessly. You nod and he thrusts inside with slowly, building up the pace. You crossed your legs behind his back, pulling him in as deep as possible.

“You're so god damn gorgeous...There's not...A single thing…I don't love about you.” He groaned between the trusts. A pang of guilt spreads around you; everything about the relationship was perfect, but the two of you have grown too old for fooling around behind your family's back. “Don’t say that” you said low. “Why? It's the truth,” he groaned. He grabbed your hips to chase down your orgasms. “Touch yourself” he demanded as he was close to cum. You did what you were told, and you bite his shoulder to muffle up your screaming. Eren’s strokes became slow and hard as you felt him fill you up.

He rested his forehead on yours to catch his breath. In that moment it was like time itself had stopped and the world had melted away. At that moment, both of you felt whole as your two souls became one. “I'll... try harder for you...So... please don't leave me...I love you…” He kissed your forehead, before pulling up his pants leaving you alone in the toilet. A familiar buzz coming from your purse filled the silent room. You got up and with shaky legs grabbed your phone from the purse. Your eyes widened at the message.

Eren: Business proposal plan - Jaeger Co. x L/N Ltd Doc.

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tonaken · 2 years

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Afterglow_ ERWIN SMITH

FIA’S NOTE_ had this very random idea of Erwin being a cheeky little bastard after doing...the deed *wink wink* and…this came about. A special thank you goes to my beloved @nighttimescribbles for encouraging me to finish this *mwah* 💖💖💖

CONTENTS_ Erwin seducing you back to bed for round 2 ;)

WARNINGS_ ERWIN SMITH x fem!reader, modern AU, established relationship, mentions of fem receiving oral sex, mentions of nipple play, both reader and Erwin are teases, switchy undertones, slight marking kink, no actual sex, just a lot of tension, black coded and poc friendly, but anyone can read, Erwin is one fine mf and he knows it

W_C_ 1k words

In the middle of the aftermath of a heated honeymoon love session, he lays there, tangled in the luxurious sheets of your suite. The ivory sheen drapes on his body almost contrasting with the hardness of his abdomen. His head sinks softly in the pillow beneath it, his long lashes leisurely fluttering with each small, tired blink. He’s vaguely angelic in appearance, with a pair of baby blues that seem to mirror sky itself.

You finally have the strength to collect yourself and walk to the bathroom, a lazy, half-limped stroll that catches his eye and has him smirk at himself. You aren’t much better than him it seems. His muscles burn, and the taut cords of flesh shine under the dim light of the lamp. You catch a glimpse of him from the bathroom and he looks glorious, almost statuesque. A Greek god, a beautiful sculpture, carved by you and your body, by your love and your lust.

Golden hair sticks to his forehead and his eyelids sit low, secretly enjoying you taking him in so shamelessly. He moves a little, pulling out one leg from under the sheets. It dangles from the edge of the bed, all toned and sinuous with a little vein that twists from underneath the fabric to the inside of his thigh.

He stays immobile for a bit more time, basking in the attention you give him. He stretches out a bit, arms reaching up to the headboard as his whole body arches off the bed. The little groan he lets out takes you back to the happenings of not too long ago, lost in pleasure, together. His abs flatten and distend, and his head falls backwards, rolling against the pillow, mouth slightly agape. He looks like the image of ecstasy, conceived and crafted just for your viewing and enjoyment.

His eyes fall open, a sizzling heat swirling in the blue. He meets your gaze, and there he reels you in, a lazy smile on his lips, and a small swivel of his narrow hips. He’s unapologetic in his approach; he doesn’t care he made you forget what you were doing. Matter of fact, he continues undisturbed, his second leg peeking from the bedsheets.

The only part of his stunning body that remains covered is his dick, soft and spent by now. It sits at the apex of his Adonis belt, downy hairs laid almost as a reminder of what takes place down below. Strong ridges and pretty valleys go down his stomach and, for a second, you feel overtaken by the urge to line them with your tongue. Trimmed hairs scatter over the expanse of his chest and you notice how his nipples still catch a glossy reflection. They are still wet, and you wonder if they still feel tender, because they look a bit red and swollen; maybe, you could kiss them better.

A lopsided smile becomes a devious grin as you pad towards him, light catching onto your gorgeous figure. He tries to study your expression when you stand at the edge of the bed, eyes rolling off his body in unhidden appreciation.

Love bites blossom on his pearly skin, and so do the scratches and the small bruises. Battle scars he’d jokingly say, ones he wears with pride, even if nobody knows what his pressed button up shirt hides underneath. It adds to the thrill, to the excitement, really. A personal roadmap where each little splotch is a reminder of what you did to him, only for him. And now it’s your turn to admire your handiwork, to follow the path you yourself took. But as much as your hand itches to trace his skin and to press onto the marks, it falls elsewhere, much, much lower.

Erwin stays put as you peel off the bed sheet from his body, and he now lays in his full glory before you, legs wantonly parted as his soft cock sits comfortably in between. A rush of heat courses you at the sight, and his smug expression comes back as he notices how your thighs squeeze together. He bets that you’ve started dripping and he’d love to lick you clean, his large tongue running slowly up your slit. But he has to wait, he has to seduce you a bit more first.

He raises his arms and folds them up under his head, adding to the cocky aura he already exudes. You feel like it’s a silent invitation, one that, to you, will always be extended. Your eyes darken when they flit to his tongue wetting his lips, and there he knows that he’s got you. You take your sweet time to settle in between his long legs, body getting comfortable with a lustful slowness. Your hands squeeze his thighs as you balance yourself on the way down, smoothing over his twitching muscles when he feels your breath on his now leaking tip. He reads a mix of deliberate temptation and calculated languidness in your body language, and since he feels himself reeling at your teasing, he decides to give you a taste of your own medicine.

One of his hands reaches down to your head. It smooths over your hair as his fingers graze behind your ear. It’s an act that holds so much tenderness it surprises you, your face raising to look at him. You look oh so innocent, snatched out of your little roleplaying, eyes wide and questioning. And that is where he takes control, teasing and slightly mocking, pretending to take your slowness as uncertainty.

“My love, if you want something you have to say it, you know?” It’s a low drawl, laced with fake concern. It makes you perk up, eyebrows knotting with confusion, lips parting and closing in pursuit of a suitable comeback. His witty tongue is quicker than yours though, and it drips venomous honey as he speaks, deliciously thrilling.

“Remember that closed mouths don't get fed, do they?”

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bleubrri · 2 years

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۪۪۫۫ ༄ؘ ˑ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏʏs ᴏɴ ᴠᴀᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ — ᴀᴛᴛᴀᴄᴋ ᴏɴ ᴛɪᴛᴀɴ

ft jean, armin, erwin, levi, eren

contains: afab!reader, exhibitionism, swearing, cockwarming, cunnilingus, thigh riding, squirting, brief mention of fingering + vaginal sex, eren being a lil possessive, fun in the sun :D

[mature content]

༄ؘ JEAN KIRSTEIN

as soon as you step off of the plane he’s lathering on spf 50, and he’s still sunburnt by the time you get to the resort. his suitcase is filled with nothing but neon print shirts that he never buttons and board shorts, the kind that hang deliciously low on his waist. he teases you about your staring all day, looking over his sunglasses and asking, ‘you done drooling over there?’ as if he can blame you when his deep v line and tanned chest are on full display.

he makes you wait until evening because, yes, he loves to tease, but the nightlife is also one of his favourite things. you two own karaoke, your combined vocals accompanied by the dance routine that you have for 24K Magic (by the end of the week everyone is sick of y’all). he gets himself all worked up when he convinces you to go to the local clubs- the dress that hugs your figure and the sway of your body as you dance with him makes his pants tighten in lust.

you’ve barely shut the door to the hotel room before he’s pressing you against it and shoving his thigh between your legs. you’re groaning into his mouth as you grind against him and your tongues fight to taste more of each other. your slick folds soak the fabric and coat the edge of his shorts making him smile into the kiss and slide your lacy underwear down to your ankles. he’s on his knees in a flash, throwing your leg over his shoulder and licking a long, achingly slow stripe up your slit. your insides flutter around him craving more, but Jean can never get enough of the sweet, tangy taste of you and the pressure of your thighs around his head. his nose brushes against your clit with his relentless urge to be deeper, but it’s the warmth from his eager tongue surrounding the spongy spot deep inside your gooey walls that has you seeing stars. he doesn’t stop until you’re gushing around him, leaving the bottom half of his face dripping with your essence.

༄ؘ ARMIN ARLERT

he loves the beach (duh), so you’re making a beeline to the shore as soon as the ocean’s in sight. he always looks so peaceful, so content when he closes his eyes and the wind blows his golden locks under the sun. the sparkling azure of the water is breathtaking as you both stand up to your calves in the waves, yet you still don’t think it compares to the cool cerulean of the eyes that you fell in love with.

you fling your legs over the sun-lounger and don’t even get to reach for your beach shawl before Armin’s sitting up aswell. ‘where are you going?’ ‘i’m just getting a drink––’ ‘i’ll get it.’ he says, kissing you quickly and jogging over to the bar before you can even respond. he comes back with two of your favourite cocktails and a devastating smile on his face. you take the drinks from him and place them on the side table, turning and wrapping your hands round his neck. ‘i don’t deserve you.’ he ghosts his lips over yours, muttering that ‘you deserve everything, love.’

the third alarm you’ve set is silenced as you blindly feel around for your phone. Armin’s arms are wrapped around your waist, and he peppers kisses to the crook of your neck, reminding you that the breakfast buffet only has an hour left. you can feel his morning wood pressing against your ass and even in your drowsiness you subtly grind against him, making his breath hitch. you raise one of your legs so that your knee is bent against the mattress and he seems to get the message, slipping out of his boxers. you’re smirking as you hear him holding back a groan, gently sliding his flushed tip against your folds. he sheathes himself inside your heat, his hips a comforting weight behind you. his arms wrap tighter around you and his teeth graze the shell of your ear. ‘just five more minutes.’ he whispers.

༄ؘ ERWIN SMITH

dad energy to the absolute maximum. hawaiian print swim trunks, an inflatable pool ring and the ugliest sunglasses known to man that he somehow makes work. says ‘let’s get this show on the road’ and claps his hands before you go anywhere. you both play marco polo in the pool, he beats you at poker and blackjack every night, and the sight of his golden skin lathered in oil after your couples massage has you licking your lips and playfully squeezing his ass (he looks unimpressed but his cheeks are tinged pink).

salsa night is the highlight of the week–– Erwin’s large palms rest on your hips as you both sway and step to the rhythmic beat of the music. his hands snake around to your back and you raise your brows and smirk as you feel one of them lower to the curve of your ass. he pulls you in close and your hand on the nape of his neck drags him down so that your lips are barely touching. the taste of the countless tequila shots from earlier linger on your lips as you share a slow, chaste kiss. his smile is easy and his fingers gentle as he caresses your cheek and steals another peck on your mouth before he swings you round in the air, his hold on your hips firm. bashful laughter bubbles up from you as he dips you once your feet are back on the ground, one hand in yours and the other radiating warmth on your lower back. ‘you’re so corny you know that?’ you grin.

༄ؘ LEVI ACKERMAN

‘don’t touch anything.’ he says as soon as you step into the hotel room. ‘just let me clea–– oi! bags on the table, not the floor.’ he frowns, rummaging in his carry on for his travel cleaning essentials kit. once you get settled (which entails you ensuring him that he doesn’t need to ask for new curtains for gods sake) he eases up and starts to relax. he’s not a fan of any major PDA, but he holds onto your hand everywhere, squeezing it occasionally as if to remind himself that you’re there with him.

complains the whole time you’re at the beach because the ‘goddamn sand gets everywhere’ and ‘do you know how many people piss in the ocean?’. though he has to admit it’s quite a sight seeing you emerge from the water, skin glistening in the sunlight as droplets roll down your body. quite a sight indeed.

he loves visiting historical sites wherever you go, he finds it’s a nice break from the modern comforts of the tourist areas. you both think it’s important to learn about the culture of the area you’re in–– you’re trying new local dishes everyday and exploring without a map, which is about as spontaneous as Levi gets. he loves watching you browse the market stalls, eyes lighting up when you turn and point at something or tug him over to see some overpriced souvenir, ‘hey Levi look at this!’ ‘isn’t this so cute?’ ‘Levi, d’you think i should get this?’ he’s wasted a lot of cash buying shitty snow globes and keychains in favour of seeing your contagious smile as you lace your fingers in his and press a kiss over his knuckles before dragging him further into the market.

༄ؘ EREN JAEGER

a very strong swimmer–– loves going deep sea diving, snorkelling, boat rides, all that jazz. he always reads the notice boards in the hotel reception to see what activities you two can do. he takes you windsurfing, dirt biking, parasailing–– he loves the adrenaline rush almost as much as he loves adventuring with you.

sundress season is his favourite time of year. he. cannot. keep. his. hands. off. you. your flowy maxi skirts, cute little shorts and string bikinis have him leaking into his goddamn shorts. he himself is surprised with his libido, but you look so fucking hot. everywhere you two go he’s pawing at you, justifying it with ‘so what if we get caught? babe, we’re never gonna see these people again!’

his hand creeps up your thigh until he’s knuckle-deep in your cunt while you two are stuck at the top of the ferris wheel. anytime you go back to the room, he’s got you sprawled out on the bed and panting beneath him. he waited until a group of guys that were eyeing you at the bar were snorkelling in the water near where you were both swimming before pushing your bikini bottoms aside and shallowly exploring your folds, as if he didn’t know them like the back of his hand already. you roll your eyes and dunk him under the water once you realise what he’s up to, ‘you’re ridiculous.’ you say, watching him flick his wet hair out of his eyes. he grins his crooked grin and dives under the waves, coming back up while grabbing your legs so that you’re sitting on his shoulders. his broad build makes the water surge around you and has you shrieking and laughing with him.

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icysinner · 1 year

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𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐎.

⟣┄─ ˑ ◌ ִ 🕸️ ፧ ּ 🕊️ ִ ݊ ʚ ɞ ׁ ֢ ㇴ ۫

𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇: onyankopon finally lives that dream of playing professional basketball, but through the glitz and glamour, he’s still in love with the girl from his hometown.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: drugs & alcohol, toxic relationships.

𝐍𝐘𝐀 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: are u guys as excited as me for this. also why doesn’t ony have a canon last name??? i had to make one up for this aot wyd?

𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄: 6/20/23

⟣┄─ ˑ ◌ ִ 🕸️ ፧ ּ 🕊️ ִ ݊ ʚ ɞ ׁ ֢ ㇴ ۫

𝒄𝒂𝒔𝒕:

ony squad, y/n squad

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒: coming soon - ⭐️ published - 🪄

ONE — back in town. 🪄

TWO — models & superstars. 🪄

THREE — plans. ⭐️

get added to the taglist. <3

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chrollohearttags · 3 months

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tell me where it hurts | e. jaeger

soft sex, implications of depression, nursing student!eren, black fem reader, (reader is a nursing instructor) squirting, lots of consent, thigh + regular riding, praise kink, sweet aftercare + affirmations, sweet fluff

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he could tell you were in a sour mood, another bad day had come and gone…honestly, you were having them more frequently than not. Coming home after work, discarding your shoes and coat with barely a word uttered. Your dinner he had prepared sat cold on the counter, wrapped up and untouched. Eren didn’t hold it against you, he never did..it wasn’t your fault after all. Sometimes you got in your own head and couldn’t escape the nasty thoughts that plagued it. “How was work?” “Fine..” one word responses uttered softly from your lips. They’d quiver each time you spoke, complimented only by the tears brimming at your waterline each time he asked if you were okay. He didn’t want to fight with you or push the issue…he just wanted to take your pain away.

“Is it okay if I hug you?” A question he’d normally assume the answer to but he wanted to tread carefully. As to not make you even more uncomfortable. Instead, once you gave him permission, he’d swaddle you in the tightest embrace he could muster. One that felt akin to a warm blanket as your entangled bodies met. He could feel the tension in your body and he wanted more than anything to ease it. His strong hands that once sat idle before roaming up and down your back. He complimented your scent; that lovely perfume you had worn. It was intoxicating in the best way possible..he didn’t want to let you go..instead, he wanted to take your pain away. “C’mere. It’s alright..” coaxing you towards him as he gently tugged you by your hands onto the couch. Where once he took a seat, he’d pull you atop him shortly after. Still half dressed in your work outfit; consisting of the skirt and blouse you had worn..he’d tell you how beautiful you looked going out the door today and how he couldn’t wait for your return. You didn’t have to talk about that job until you were ready. Hell, the two of you could sit here in silence if that’s what you preferred. Whatever made you the happiest. With your legs slightly ajar, your skirt hoisted just above your thighs, you’d take a seat on his right leg..just inches away from his lap. Eren was kind, empathetic..he was soft with you. A lot more gentle than he was with others sometimes. Treating you so well, in more ways than one..

“Is it okay if I kiss you, princess? Do you mind?” You’d give him a faint nod but he wouldn’t move without your explicit consent. Not even for a single kiss..respecting you and your body took precedence over everything, even pleasure right now. He could easily sense your tension but you’d ultimately grasp his face..nimble fingers tracing his jawline until you softly whimpered: “..please, kiss me.” To which he’d obliged. Shoving your tongue into one another’s mouths before slowly exchanging slow, messy pecks. The sounds growing louder as you hummed against each other’s lips. It was whilst you were doing so, did the thin seat of your panties rub against his legs. Grinding the bare flesh of his thighs. Just above his gym shorts. You were becoming worked up and aroused..all of your own volition. He wouldn’t make a move other than lightly grasping your hips. Whatever you needed at the moment, he’d make it happen. Slowly but surely, you’d work yourself into a frenzy, whimpering into his ear..that’s when he’d noticed those gentle cries as well.

“Whats wrong, baby?…”

“I-I just..”

you couldn’t even get the words out. You were extremely overwhelmed and exhausted..with everything! School, work, friends, family…it was all a little suffocating. You just wanted to rot away into the core of the earth..not deal with anything anymore. But he was your safe haven. Your sanctuary and peace so you had nothing to fear.

“It’s alright. Take your time..tell me where it hurts. I’ll make you feel better.” A slight lilt and chuckle in his voice, before pecking your ear. And it was then that you’d begin to straddle him a little faster, whining with high pitched cries. Your arms coiled around his neck whilst you slowly raised and lowered yourself onto his bottom half. The friction causing you to clench your legs around his own and then release. That sheathed entrance spasming on air and begging for attention. Meanwhile, your right hand gently caressed his clothed cock, that had grown exponentially from the subtle teasing. Quiet as it was kept, your boyfriend felt a slight bit of shame..getting turned on when you were in such a vulnerable state.

“I need you, ‘Ren..”

but that was all the confirmation he needed! It was then that he’d hook a single finger around the thin string of your panties. Tilting his head up, Eren would ask once more, smirking. “Of course, princess. Can I pull these back? Is it okay?” Chewing at the tip of your finger, you’d gently nod and agree. For a split moment, you’d even tense up and he’d check in on you before proceeding. The pacing was a lot more slow than usual..but there was a reason for it. He wanted..no, needed to take his time. He needed to make certain you were better than just alright once he finished. However, by the look of your thong..he knew what needed to be done.

“You want to ride me, baby? Is that it?” “Y-yes! Please..”

all but pleading to climb atop his dick. “Of course, beautiful. Here.” So without a moment more of hesitation, you’d hoist your skirt and propel your bottom half to align with his member. Easing down gently, you’d acclimate to his shape almost immediately and the both of you would release loud gasps. The sensation nearly caused you to come undone on the spot but alas, you held it together… “…you feel so warm, baby..are you okay? Wanna start moving?” His gentle tone and soft touch eased any amount of tension and hurt within your body. Your spirit felt at ease and you were good to begin moving. Slowly but surely, you’d propel yourself up and down on his dick..squeezing and contracting each time it made home between your flesh. Taking him as if the two of you were specifically designed for one another. “You’re doing so good right now..that’s it. You just take all the time you need, beautiful. I’m yours to use..do what you want.” Tossing his head back, Eren’s lips would curl into a smile as you continued to writhe on top of him and impale yourself on his cock. It was a bit much to take but you wanted—no, needed to feel him. Feel anything except the overwhelming emotions that had long clouded your judgment. If anyone could take away that pain, it was him.

“ ‘Ren…I—oh fuck..”

“Just breathe, mama. It’s alright..”

as long as it took, this is where the two of you would remain. “Just keep going, baby. You’re so pretty like this.” Him nestled deep inside of you, squeezed by your warmth and embraced for everything he had to offer. “Oh..you like that don’t you? You squeeze me every time I tell you how beautiful you are..” only to be met with a giggle as your arms remained clasped around your neck. “Yeah, I know. And I’ll remind you every chance I get. That’s why I’m here.” Eventually, his hands found their way on the cusp of your ass, holding you into place as he momentarily thrusted up into you. Feeding you slow yet deep strokes. “This is what you needed, I know. What you deserve after a long week. I’m sorry it took so long to give it to you, baby” Hearing you cry out for more in the process..he’d continue doting on you. Telling you how much he loved you, what he adored about his princess and how proud he was to call you his. By the time he was done, you had all but fallen apart in his clutch..just biding your time until you could climax. That tension in your body teeming right there at the edge. “You wanna let go, princess? Wanna come already?” Mhmm! Please!” That high pitched cry causing a slight twitch of his cock between your walls. Naturally, he’d give you whatever your heart desired. So when you requested, Eren gave his full fledged permission to release and you didn’t disappoint!

“There it is…good girl.”

like clockwork, you let out a splash underneath your nude lower halves; drenching him in that sweet release. It was the greatest feeling in the world. There was no need to be embarrassed or shed tears of sorrow anymore. Your man was right there to help you pick up the pieces. Smashing your lips together, (y/n) expressed your gratitude with a barrage of kisses. “I love you..” “I love you more, princess. Do you feel better?” And without even thinking, you’d give him the response he was seeking with a simple nod. “That’s all I wanna hear..hey, why don’t we get cleaned up and order some food? We can get your favorite and watch some movies.” Which sounded like a stellar plan in your opinions. “I’d like that..”

so as long as you entrusted yourself to him, you’d never feel unease, pain or heartbreak ever again.

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tiathecreator · 9 months

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already over. - e. yeager. situationship au. suggestive ( ? ) but sfw. musician!blk reader.

you know you shouldn't be doing this.

you shouldn't be at eren's place, wrapped up in his sheets, curled into his frame, and nuzzling into his neck. eren's arms were wrapped around you, holding you close to him as he rested his head on yours. his breathing was steady as he relaxed, leaving you to fight with your thoughts.

what the two of you had going on was simple. you would occasionally hang out his place or be his plus one to any club he was going to. you'd spend the night at his place at least twice a week. you've met all of his friends and he's met yours. he comes to your performances with a stupidly large sign saying that he's your number one fan. you guys are just friends.

okay, maybe a little more than just friends.

he kisses you hard, almost as if you'll disappear if he kisses you any softer. you don't like the little comments that he gets from other women when the two of you are out together. and there are times that the two of you go weeks without speaking, usually due to your own stubbornness to admit that you want him just as much as he wants you. so you'll avoid every form of intimacy with him for weeks, trying to forget anything that the two of you had done in the past, just to fall back in his bed after he corners you to get you to speak to him. you've both said that you'd be better off as friends, rather than playing this constant game of push and pull, but you can't help but to fall back together.

"we should probably get ready," you mumble into his neck, yet you make no attempt to free yourself from his hold. eren hummed and held you closer, not wanting to part so quickly. "i have a show, eren. and you have to be there. new song remember?"

"still won't give me a teaser?" eren tried, eyes still closed and hold not budging.

"not a chance. you have to hear this one for the first amongst the masses," you teased, wiggling out his hold and rising from the bed. eren groaned at the removal of your body heat before letting his back hit the sheets as you padded into his bathroom to shower.

"thank you for coming out tonight! so many beautiful faces in the crowd! okay, so for my next song, i have announced that i'm releasing a new song tonight and you all will be the first to hear it! i'm super excited because this song has tons of feelings and thoughts put into it so i really hope you like it!" you say into the mic, smiling at the cheer you received. you gave your sound guy a thumbs up as you sat on the stage, waiting for the track to play.

"we been talking for hours 'bout how we shouldn't talk for hours on end. kissin' after a conversation 'bout how'd we probably be better off as friends," you sang into the mic, locking eyes with eren, standing barricade in the crowd.

you continued to singing through the chorus, tearing you eyes from eren to glance at the sea of flashlights before you let your eyes linger on him for the next verse.

"selfishly don't wanna give you time to be on someone else lips. but i'll take three short hours over three long weeks pretending that we don't exist," eren couldn't tear his eyes from you as it fully registered that this song was about the insatiable infatuation between the two of you. you stood from your seated position and began to walk the edge of the stage, reaching out to touch a few hands before standing in the middle of the stage to sing the bridge of the song.

the entire time that you sang, you kept your eyes on eren, studying his unreadable expression. you couldn't tell if he was annoyed with your song or hurt by it and you hoped it was neither as it wasn't meant to evoke either of those emotions.

you wrote this song to say all the things you haven't told him. you wanted him, despite the complicated nature of your relationship. despite all the reason why you shouldn't, you had a thousand more reasons as to why you should.

as the song came to a close, you walked towards the front of the stage and squatted, trying to discreetly sing to eren. "yeah, i like my bed, but it likes you too. how am i supposed to leave you now that you're already over?"

you drown out the applause as you kept your eyes on eren, subtly motioning for him to meet you after the show. he nods and makes his way to the exit doors, knowing that security would let him wait in your dressing room until you came back from the stage.

"once again, thank you for coming out tonight! you guys have been so sweet tonight and i couldn't have asked for a better crowd to hear my new song! it drops tonight at 12am, so be sure to look for it!" you plastered a smile on your face as you hid your nervousness for the situation that awaited you backstage. you spent a few extra minutes posing and waving to fans before heading back, growing more wary with each step.

you were greeted by the sight of eren sitting in your makeup chair with his hair down and head thrown back. his eyes opened at the sound of you closing the door behind yourself, staring at you for a few seconds before standing up to approach you.

"eren, i—" you began but were cut off by his lips on yours, kissing you with a fierceness and passion that nearly knocked you off your feet. you returned the kiss, wrapping your arms around his waist as his hands held your face.

"same time here next weekend?" he asked, referencing to a lyric of your song. you smiled into his lips and pecked his once more before pulling away.

"or you could just be my boyfriend," you suggested, smiling hopefully.

"or i could be your boyfriend. i like that idea too."

#☆ — tia the creator!#eren x reader #eren x black reader #eren fluff #eren yeager x reader #eren yeager x black reader #aot x reader #aot x black reader #aot fluff #anime x black!reader #eren jaeger x reader #eren jaeger x black reader #eren x y/n #eren x you #aot x female reader #eren aot fluff #snk x reader #snk x black reader

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pinkmirth · 1 year

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Bertholdt being shy about how big his dick is has me kicking my feet n twirling my hair <33

He would 100% roll his hips against yours when you’re making out with him n then get shy when you’re surprised because you can feel how big n heavy his cock is sjfjakcnkand

𝒢ℰ𝒩𝒯ℒℰ 𝒢ℐ𝒜𝒩𝒯 . . !

𝓈𝓎𝓃ℴ𝓅𝓈𝒾𝓈: based on this post! a teensy-tiny drabble for bertl! my sweet big boy 💘

𝒸ℴ𝓃𝓉𝒶𝒾𝓃𝓈: (700+ words of . . .) aged up!bertholdt hoover x fem!reader (black coded), nsfw/smut, bertl has a mega size kink, handjob, oral (m!receiving), penetrative sex, mention of bertl’s big bawls, lowercase intended, explicit language, minors shoo!

omfg sandie!!! now this is everything to me! there’s nothin’ like a giant man who can’t truly grasp just how large he is.

bertholdt is well aware of his height— since his earliest memories he’s towered over others, standing head and shoulder above them. but when it comes to size-size? bertl doesn’t fully register how big he is. this bashful man don’t got a clue in the world!

your reaction to bertl discarding his underwear is what gets him to finally understand. to you, he already looked fairly large when wearing his boxers, but witnessing the real thing proves to be a stark difference. you unashamedly observe your boyfriend’s fat dick as it throbs lewdly, free of any confines. he can feel your keen eyes fixate on him.

“you’re fuckin’ huge.” you release the airiest whisper.

to that, bertholdt’s breath catches in his throat, adam’s apple bobbing. he gets self-conscious, even more so than usual. a stream of questions swirl about in his head. is he too big? will you be able to handle him? are there even condoms in his size?

his worries quickly dissipate once you begin to wrap your dainty fingers around his cock. you stroke whatever you can manage to reach, touching down his shaft and twirling your hand over the precum-smeared tip. you gaze at his endowment with lust-blown eyes, seemingly appreciative of what he has to offer.

“how big are you, baby?” he doesn’t know. hell, he’s never cared to check or measure before now. your assumption is nine whole inches, maybe ten.

“i— fuck,” he lets a foul whine slip past, bringing a hand to cover his mouth. he shyly speaks through his slender fingers, “i-i’m not sure...” with a stammer, bertholdt instinctively rolls his hips, bucking against your hand. his pale-green eyes stay trained on how you can barely close your fingers around the base of his girthy dick. in that very moment, within the depths of his mind, he can practically hear a switch flicking— that’s the size kink he never knew he had, officially turning on.

following that experience, bertholdt’s shyness considering his length doesn’t get any better. he’s easily flustered, but also more self-aware than he’s ever been. bertl starts to notice how wide your plush lips stretch around his cockhead when taking him into your wet, pliant mouth. he finds it amusing; how you can’t mutter a word when he fills up your throat, weighty and pulsing against your tongue.

he admittedly likes to give himself a rush during sex, by sizing you up— placing his rigid cock onto your tummy, just to make an estimate of how far he’ll reach. before long, he brushes past your folds and pushes into your velvety cunt. you clamp down fervidly, eager to take all of him.

he’s settled in your womb. you’re so fucking full. “it’s big,” you brainlessly mewl. bertl interlocks his fingers with yours, cheeks dusted red. he makes slow, impassioned thrusts forward, swiveling his hips to plunge into you just right.

“is it too much, love?” bertholdt’s words spill out shakily, wavering breaths dropping from his agape mouth. dark shaggy bangs fall across his forehead. you thread your hand through his hair to help him brush it back. faint traces of sweat trail down his forehead. “uh-uh. it’s perfect, baby,” you reassure with a soothing smile, pressing your lips to his. he returns the haphazard kisses, immodestly groaning into your mouth.

you’re always given generously thick loads when he finishes, because his balls are fat and heavy, too. bertholdt is slowly, but surely, learning how to use his imposing size for your benefit.

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st4rb3rr13s · 3 months

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Bestie

Mikasa and you are best friends!

Warnings: head, scissoring, & fingering

I realized I never made a fic about Mikasa? WTH?? She’s my wife 🤦🏾‍♀️

“Quiet.” Mikasa mumbled.

“I’m sorry, Mika, I can’t help it.” You giggled. Mikasa stared at you in disbelief. She couldn’t believe you, her best friend, couldn’t stop laughing at her emo phase. As if you were any better, having your phases. She never laughed in your face.

“Fine, laugh all you want. I’m going to bed.” Mikasa scoffed, quickly turning her body in the opposite direction.

“Mika.” You sang, wrapping your arms around her. You watched as her eyes closed, trying to sleep. You giggled before kissing her neck. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you upset.”

“Go to sleep.” Mikasa responded. Your wide smile showed no sense of remorse, knowing she wasn’t actually mad. You gave her one quick peck on the cheek before lifting your leg on top of hers.

It was normal to see the two of you cuddling to sleep, especially on sleepovers like this. People would always see you two together, never being separated and always needing to be dependent on each other. Most thought the two of you were dating and the people who knew you two weren’t dating teased you about getting together.

Mikasa and you were just very close friends, besties as you called each other. You could tell Mikasa anything and in return she could do the same thing back. She loved you more than words could describe it and you loved her back.

You started to stir in your sleep. Your body wanted to move, and did it feel good. You eyes slowly opened, seeing Mikasa suck on your clit. You moaned out loud, not realizing she had started. You quickly ran your acrylic nails through her scalp before pushing her head deeper into your cunt.

You two were so close, so close you two have fucked plenty of times before. At parties, sleepovers, hangouts, even at the mall. You two never got caught by anyone because you passed it off as fixing each other’s makeup even if it looked more ruined.

“Fuck, Mikasa!” You gasped.

“Sh, you’ll wake my neighbors.” Mikasa muttered, before eating you out.

Her tongue starts to lap up your cunt before her nose pushes up against your clit. She wanted everything you had to offer, and in return she'd give you the same treatment. Your legs widened even farther, giving her more access to go deeper.

Your newly clustered lashes (which she did herself) start to cling off as sweat and tears fall from your eyelids. Moans could be heard from the bedroom as she kept moving her face up and down, making her nose give friction to your pulsing clit.

Mikasa knew you were close, she could tell from the way your pussy relishes on her tongue. She quickly stopped, watching your chest heave heavily, tiredly looking at her.

“Mikasa.” You whined. The girl smiled before coming up to kiss you. You could taste yourself on your lips. Before you knew what was happening you felt your clit becoming pushed on to hers.

“While you were busy getting your pussy ate.” Mikasa moaned. You felt as her clit pushed back into yours, making you moan out. “I was playing with mine. You get me so wet sweetheart.”

“Mikasa.” You moan.

Her tongue quickly found purchase onto your chest, sucking on your right nipple while her left hand started to play with the other nipple. She kept rocking her hips into yours, conjoining both of your arousal together. Your eyes closed, feeling sensitive to the sensation.

You started to push her away, feeling a tightness in your abdomen. Her other hand held your arms above you, humping you faster. You couldn’t keep down your voice as her name echoed among her four walls. You could hear the bed header slam onto the wall multiple times, the mattress creaking with every swift movement.

“Mikasa, I’m cumming! Please!�� You screamed, creaming over her pussy.

She let you ride your orgasm, humping your pussy while sucking harder on your tits. She watched as tears poured from your eyes. Immediate relief was felt, as you started to breathe heavily. Your eyes opened, still feeling calm when you noticed she hadn’t cum yet.

Her innocent state was caught off guard as soon as your finger started to rub fast circles on her clit. Her moans echoed through the apartment, her body laying on top of yours. You knew she was close, knew she couldn’t last long.

One thing about Mikasa, she can cum so easily. Her legs started to tremble as she became wetter and wetter. Her eyes were closed, as her lips tried to say something, tried to warn you but it was too late.

A snap switched from her stomach, yelling as she squirted all over your stomach. Her legs kept twitching as you kept playing with her clit, letting her orgasm keep going until she was completely drained. She panted, before resting her forehead on top of yours. Her sweet little giggle sang through the bedroom before getting up.

“Cmon, let’s take some baths.” Mikasa smiled.

#mikasa x reader #mikasa aot #mikasa ackerman #attack on titan mikasa #snk mikasa #mikasa x black reader #mikasa x female reader #aot mikasa #mikasa snk #aot x black reader #aot x reader #snk x black reader #aot x black y/n #mikasa x y/n #mikasa x you

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mllechartreux · 2 years

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Catches you Reading Smut

Summary: Reading the nasty around them.

Content: Suggestive themes, very meta. Eren, Armin, Mikasa, Levi.

W/C: 1.5k

A/N: This was fun and cute to make, please enjoy!

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Eren

Eren was sitting on the floor playing video games, his head resting between your legs on the couch. He had been playing Halo for the past hour while you scrolled through various social media sites before settling on reading fanfiction. Now while you weren’t specifically looking for smut, it was always a welcome bonus. In this one, the main character went home with the tattooist, and to top it all off, the tattooist was the tsundere type. Can you hear her purring? You squeezed your lips together to keep from squealing and smiling too hard, no other story could have scratched this itch better. You were scanning the screen, so engrossed in the hot, rough foreplay the characters were having you didn’t notice your thighs rubbing together. Well, it was assumed they were rubbing together.

“The hell, Y/N?” he was in the middle of a campaign and couldn’t look at you, but it didn’t matter, you barely acknowledged him.

“Right babe,” completely unaware your thighs were rubbing against his cheeks while your core sat like a furnace on the back of his neck. Your characters were finally getting to the pentrative sex part when you started reading the lines on your hands. This would’ve been cool if you knew palmistry, and if you weren’t reading dirty, filthy smut just a second ago. Your entire body except your head froze as you looked up to see Eren had paused the game and was reading the fanfiction under his breath.

“So what I’m getting from this is you’re so horny you have to read porn now too,”

“First of all, why are you snatching phones?” hoping your deflection would take, he chuckled darkly, it definitely didn’t take.

“No, no, no baby that's not what we’re talking about,” green eyes hungry with lust as they stared at your poorly concealed nervousness, “matter of fact, you got more of these?” he asked, waving your phone in the air.

“Yes,” you drawled, your breath getting shorter.

“Well, since you treated my head like a watermelon why don’t you read more of these to me, it’s the least you can do for giving me a headache.” You couldn’t decide whether to groan at how dramatic he was or agree obediently with where this was headed.

Mikasa

The two of you decided to do a cross country train ride. It was two weeks long, there were multiple stops and for some you even stayed in the city for a day, hotel included. The scenery was beautiful, the ambience calming, and the two of you were in bliss to be in each others’ company for such an extended amount of time. Currently, both of you were in the train sitting next to each other, and while she was occupied with painting Youtube videos, you were finishing a slow burn fanfic you’ve been savoring for the past 3 days. 26 chapters of ‘enemies to lovers’ goodness, filled with comedy, humiliation, and the teeniest bit of angst, and of course you can’t end an ‘enemies to lovers’ fic without smut. Your headphones were in, playing a playlist you had created the day you started reading this fic. So, the background music coupled with the heavily descriptive, sultry sex scene immersed you into its world, placing you as the main character. Next to you, your girlfriend was humming appreciatively at the different techniques and especially the cartoon inspired paintings. In one video, someone had drawn an impressively vivid portrait of the Steven Universe cast. Her mouth formed an ‘O’ as she watched the time-lapsed video, sweetly inspired to produce something similar.

“Love, do you think I could make this,” voice sweet and hopeful, yet still projecting down into her lap where she watched her phone. You didn’t hear her with your mind in the gutter and the bass booming in your ears from the slow, sensual song. When you didn’t answer she glanced over, noticing your eyes were slightly widened and the hand not on your phone was lifted to your face with your pinky nail in your mouth. Seeing you so concentrated piqued her curiosity, leaning into your side, her eyes drifted down to read what had you in such a daze. Your side warmed up and the hairs on the back of your neck tingled causing you to dart your eyes up to her face, looking like a deer in headlights. She continued to read for a moment before meeting your gaze and bringing a hand to your cheek, “I wish you would’ve told me earlier, we should share recs.”

Your face softened and a glint in your eye accompanied the sly smile peaking through.

Armin

You joined Armin in his dorm room claiming his presence would help you focus better on ‘studying’. He was sitting at his desk, turned away from you, looking down at his laptop. He was always so studious and attentive, sometimes too much, but he did hold you accountable when you really wanted to get something done. However, you were really there to focus on writing a smutty fic for a new character you were obsessed with. You probably should’ve been working on homework but you gotta get it while the inspiration is flowing and the motivation is motivating. It was a childhood friends to lovers fic with A/B/O dynamics. You didn’t write A/B/O often but when your breeding kink got the better of you, it was the only thing you could write. You were already 4k words in when it was supposed to be only 2k but you were flowing. You even caught yourself laughing at some parts, “Ooo now that’s good.”

“What’s good babe?” he asked absentmindedly.

“Just how easy it is to work with you around,” smiling at him, it wasn’t really a lie.

Armin had picked up on every time you made a comment, or flinched so hard you made a noise, or even the few times you squeaked. At first he didn’t put much thought into it, but he got suspicious when he figured you couldn’t be reacting this way towards a class you would've never given attention to if you weren’t here. He took a few peeks over at you lying on your stomach on his bed, finding it cute when your legs wiggled in the air. He didn’t really have a plan to find out what you were doing but it all worked out for him when you excused yourself to go to the bathroom. When you came back and saw him sitting on the bed with one hand on your laptop and the other resting on his bulge, you stilled. Without looking up, “I didn’t know you were so filthy starfish.”

Wrapping your arms around yourself you replied, “It tends to come out when I’m feeling… needy, do you like it?”

“I think you’re a genius, when you finish with it I’ll help you take care of your needs.”

Levi

Levi had noticed for the past couple of days you weren’t getting as much sleep, and he didn’t know why. You were starting to move slower, your dark circles and eyebags could be seen from a mile away and worst of all you were making simple mistakes. It was after 9pm when Levi found you in the kitchen, sweeping with a mop. He was too stunned to say anything at first but quickly snatched the mop from your hands and replaced it with a broom, furrowing his eyebrows, “There can’t possibly be a sane reason for sweeping with a mop.”

You smiled at him sheepishly, eyes droopy, mouth opening to answer before closing and going back to sweeping.

“Y/N.”

“You said there wasn’t a sane reason,” you replied, still sweeping, unbeknownst to yourself you had been sweeping the same spot for the past 3 minutes.

He snatched the broom from you, “Go get some sleep, you’re looking and acting shitty.”

You looked at him softly, giving him a peck on the cheek, “Eye eye captain,” making your way to your shared bedroom.

These past couple of nights you couldn’t bring yourself to fall asleep until after 3am, you were currently engrossed in a story about a bodyguard pining after their charge. At first the bodyguard hated their charge but feelings started to develop between the two until they could no longer contain their love, and lust, for each other. It was delicious, and it was so hard to put down at night so of course you woke up tired and slightly delirious. You would read during the day but you had so many responsibilities so you took to reading during the night, on the plus side Levi didn’t go to bed until 4am so you weren’t bothering him with your reading.

You sunk down beneath the covers and opened your phone ready to get a few more chapters in. An hour later, Levi walked into the bedroom expecting to see you sleeping or to help you if you were still awake. Thankfully you were asleep, laying on your side with your phone open and in your hand. He went to plug your phone into the charger when he caught a phrase on the screen, ‘tight hole’. He finished the chapter all while standing beside the bed before turning off your phone and plugging it up. He wondered how you would react if he recited such things to you, definitely determined to find out.

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kkyaka · 2 years

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Next Door

Summary: You're back from college for the summer, and your next door best friend became even hotter (I suck ass at summaries)

Pairing: Connie Springer x black!fem!reader

Word Count: 6000

Warnings: best friends to lovers, neighbors to lovers (?), accidental voyeurism, little bit of sexual tension, confession of feelings, fingering (f), virgin!reader, protected sex, multiple orgasms, handjob, blowjob, little bit of dirty talk (?), aftercare (i think I covered it all, let me know if I didn't)

A/N: Reposting this bc it didn't show up in the darn tags 😑. This isn't my best work, but I'm just happy that I finished it tbh. If it doesn't do well? Oh well. Lmfao, I just wanted to get this out bc I have so many more WIPs, and I was almost done with this one. If this doesn't work, idk if I'll repost it again lol

Being home from college means a lot of different things for different people. Some people hate it, missing the freedom that they had in college. Others love it, especially if they move a good distance away from their families. You fall somewhere in the middle. You still have your freedom, but you really don't have anyone to enjoy that freedom with.

High school wasn't your favorite phase of your life, but you were able to make friends that you're still in contact with today. The problem was that they weren't free to hang with. You tried to make plans with them right as school got out, but they quickly fell through, so you're spending the beginning of your summer wondering how in the hell you're going to pass the time.

With truly nothing else to do, you decide to unpack some of your stuff, and you push open the curtains covering your windows before opening them up. Opening up the last one, you realize that it's the same window that faces Connie's house. You falter a little bit in your movements as the memories flood back into your head.

You moved into the neighborhood right before you started third grade. You were upset and scared because you had no friends, and you were going to a new school. You remember the first time you opened the window, conveniently doing it at the same time as him. You were too nervous to say anything, but he gladly spoke up first, introducing himself.

You both didn't go to the same school, much to your dismay, but he quickly became one of your best friends. You hung out after school, during the weekends, on your breaks. He made the move much more bearable, and you don't know where you would be without him.

Although, it wasn't until you got to high school that you started to develop feelings for him. You tried to blame it on the fact that you weren't really getting any attention at school, but the harder you tried to deny it, the more you realized that that wasn't the case.

You never said anything though because you found out that you weren't going to be together much longer. He was older than you by a couple of years, and he was heading to college, leaving you to tackle the last two years of high school by yourself. He still managed to call you every now and then, which definitely helped, but it wasn't the same.

When it was your turn to go to college, you were going to a college that was a couple of hours away, and he was staying, deciding that he wanted to stay close to home with his family. You didn't blame him, and saying goodbye to him was the hardest thing you had to do.

You haven't seen him since you've been back, and you don't know if you want to. You tried so hard to get over him, but he's not someone that you could just get over. You shake yourself out of memory lane, getting back on track to unpacking your stuff with a loud sigh.

Opening up that window seemed to open the floodgates because it seems like for the past couple of days, you've been thinking about Connie nonstop. You've started to avoid going out of the house in fear that you might run into him. What would you even say? You wouldn't even begin to know how to start a conversation with him.

You tell yourself to just get over yourself, opting to just forget about your conflict. You open the front door, grimacing at the heat that's coming from the outside before walking down your driveway to check the mail. You're going through it, slowly walking back up to your house when you hear clanking coming from your left.

You look up, seeing the garage door at Connie's house open. You stop in your tracks, chewing on your lip as you wonder if it would be a good idea to see if it's Connie. You don't have much time to think because he comes into view, stepping out from behind his car, or more like stumbling out. You chuckle softly, watching as he wipes the sweat from his forehead.

Seeing him makes you question why you were even worried in the first place. You give yourself a quick pep talk before you head over to his house. He's looking through the shelves in the garage, swearing when he drops something.

"Hey," you call out when you get to the garage. He jumps, dropping what was in his hand as he turns around. The fear on his face turns into a bright smile as he walks toward you.

"'Sup, baby! I haven't seen you in ages!" You can't help but laugh as he brings you into a hug. "When did you get back?" he asks, keeping his hands on your shoulders when he pulls away.

"A few days ago," you say. "I've been seeing family and unpacking." Being this close to him makes you realize that he's not the same boy you said goodbye to a year ago.

He's gotten taller, a little bit more tan, and you don't ever remember him being this built before. You didn't even realize he was shirtless until now, and you swallow heavily when you notice. He's got a tattoo on his arm, and an ear piercing, and that crush you had starts to come back in full form.

"Cool, cool. You look amazing by the way, how was your first year of college?" You feel your face flush warm at the sudden compliment, almost losing your thoughts, but you remained focused on the conversation.

"Oh, thanks," you respond softly. "It was pretty good, a lot better than I expected. You look great, too," you add, and you sound so lame, but he doesn't seem to care, probably too excited to see you again.

"I'm glad it went well for you," he answers, and he crosses his arms over his chest, which makes you focus on his the way the muscles in his arms move. "Speaking of that," he says, and you're glad he changes the subject because you weren't really sure how to continue. "A friend told me about this show that I know you would love. And since you're back, I thought we could watch it together."

You feel so many things run through you at the thought of hanging out with him again, but you're easily accepting. "Yeah, I'm definitely free, so my couch is always open," you laugh, and his smile seems to get even bigger.

"Awesome! Well, I should get back to working on this car," he says, pointing over his shoulder. "It was good to see you again. Seriously."

"Yeah, you too," you say, taking a step back.

"And I'll be over sooner rather than later to watch that show." He sends you a wink that definitely doesn't make you melt, and you laugh as you nod, walking back towards your house.

"I'll be waiting." And it's not a lie because you literally have nothing else to do but wait. You get back to your house, close the door, and rest your weight on it. You try to fight your giddiness, but you let it out for once before you finally calm yourself down.

Waiting just made you even more anxious though. It was a couple of days before he was even able to come over, having things to do and catch up on, and you currently had the house to yourself because your parents wanted to go on a vacation for their anniversary.

You were close to pulling your hair out waiting, and you decided that a shower might help, thinking that it was the heat that was getting to you. You feel much more relaxed when you get out, walking to your room with a clearer head. You throw your towel on the bed, the specific clothes you wanted to wear in your suitcase because of course they were.

You're going through your clothes when you hear your name being called. You jump, yelping loudly as you quickly cover yourself, looking around for the voice. You look towards your window, your eyes widening and your heart dropping in mortification when you see that it's open.

"Sorry for scaring you," you hear, recognizing the familiar voice, and you can only see Connie's hand peeking out from his window. "I just wanted to let you know that you left it open. I didn't see anything, I swear."

"T-Thanks," you sigh, and you quickly shut the window and the curtains before you fall to the floor, putting your face in your hands and groaning loudly.

You didn't move for a while, a million thoughts running through your head, and you finally put your clothes on when you got over your embarrassment. Connie texted you later that day saying that he was free, and you almost canceled. There was no way you were going to be able to have a normal conversation with him now; your face fuming at the thought of being in the same room as him after what happened.

He said he didn't see anything, and you keep repeating that in your head, but it doesn't make you feel that much better. You take a deep breath when you hear the doorbell ring, trying to think positive thoughts as you walk towards it.

Your hands are shaking when you open the door, your eyes meeting a beaming Connie on the other side. "Trust me, you're gonna love this show," he says, walking in when you step to the side. You laugh easily, feeling a sense of comfort come over you as he sits down on the couch.

You sit down next to him as he pulls up the show, and right as he's about to play it, he jumps up, saying that you need snacks. You watch as he runs to the kitchen, and you look at the TV, noting that the show does look like something that you would watch.

He comes back with a bunch of drinks and snacks all in his arms, setting them down on the coffee table in front of you before he sits back down next to you. He's definitely closer to you than he was before. Way closer than he was before, and you can feel the heat coming from him as his body pressed into yours.

You're not really feeling hungry, so you grab a soda, popping the tab open and you take a long sip. You're secretly wishing it was alcohol because it's definitely going to be a long night.

The first episode has you pretty glued in, and you and Connie nurse your drinks through the first episode, but halfway through the second, you're focused on his arm that's made its way behind you. He relaxed further into the couch with a sigh, spreading his legs a little wider, and you breathe out slowly as you press your legs together.

You're starting to sweat, your mind starting to focus on if you should ask Connie if he saw anything earlier today when you got out of the shower. You make an excuse that you have to use the bathroom by the third episode, and Connie agrees, so you go upstairs while he uses the one downstairs. You press your hands against your face, feeling how warm your face is. You splash cold water on your face, trying to calm yourself down.

There's no reason for you to be thinking about your stupid crush that's slowly making you horny, which you partially blame on how much he's changed. You hype yourself up before you leave, taking another deep breath and leaving the bathroom.

Connie's not back yet, and you sit down, trying to recall what happened in the second episode. When he gets back, he's still in your space, and you notice that he's a bit warmer than before, but there's no part of you that minds. You ask him to talk about what happened in the second episode, and you both laugh when neither of you can't really remember.

He offers for you to watch it again, and you agree. He turns it back on, but this time as you start to get comfortable, he actually lets his arm rest on your shoulders. You tense for a second but relax shortly after, resting your head on his shoulder, which feels much more firm than you remember.

You can focus a little bit better this time because you remember some of the stuff that you caught before, so you're able to piece stuff together. At one point, you look down, Connie's tattoo catching your eye, so you poke at it when you ask him about it.

He rolls his sleeve up so that you can see it fully. "I got it last year," he says, and you notice that some parts of it look familiar.

"Why?" you ask curiously, and he laughs sheepishly as he scratches his head.

"Uh, you could say I was missing someone," he starts, and you hate how your heart sinks. "And this is her favorite show." Now you feel like shit because that was the show that you and Connie watched together all the time in high school.

"Is she a girlfriend or something?" you find yourself asking, looking away from him.

"Oh, no," he answers. "Um, I've liked her for a long time but I don't know if she feels the same way." You nod, but you don't respond, suddenly wanting to take shelter in your room.

"Well, have you said something to her?" You don't know why you're entertaining this, and you look up at him. Being this close to his face only makes your feelings for him even stronger, and you're just now noticing that his hair's grown out a little.

"I'm kinda scared to, to be honest," he sighs, meeting your eyes. "I don't wanna lose her." He doesn't take his eyes off of you, and you start to focus on his arm that's around you. He practically has you tucked into his side, and then you're thinking about what happened earlier.

"Um, Connie," you say, looking down. "Did you really not see anything earlier today?"

You hear his breath hitch, and you bite your lip as you wait for an answer which will determine what you should do with your feelings. He tilts your head up by your chin, and you have to remind yourself to breathe.

"Would you punch me in the dick if I answered honestly?" he asks, and you laugh, shaking your head.

"No, I won't. I promise."

His gaze drops to your lips quickly before it goes back to your eyes, and you fight the urge to look away as you wait in anticipation. "I probably looked at you a lot longer than I should have," he whispers, and your face falls slightly in surprise.

"Really?"

He nods, and you grip his shirt when he leans in closer. "Yeah. You're the prettiest girl I've ever met, I couldn't look away." You nearly melt in excitement, the smile on your face so hard for you to fight. "I'm not a creep, I swear. I haven't done that in the past."

"I trust you," you whisper, huffing softly, and you take a deep breath before you say the next thing. "I like you, Connie." He freezes, and you look over his face for a reaction. You're about to retract when he doesn't move, feeling shame bubble up in your stomach, but then he suddenly kisses you.

You hum in surprise before you close your eyes and melt into him. He brings his hand to rest on your neck as your hand grips his shirt. You both pull away to breathe, but he's closing the distance soon after. You moan, wrapping your arms around his neck, and he grabs your leg, pulling you to sit on top of him.

"I've liked you for so long," he says against your lips before he moves to kiss down your jaw and towards your neck. "Fuck, I've always thought about this," he mumbles, and you're so overwhelmed with the feeling of his hands running over your body that you can't even respond.

You shudder when his hands make their way under your shirt, and he brings his head up to kiss you again, slowing letting his tongue slide in your mouth, your mouth pliant and easily letting him in. You let him take your shirt off, and he stops to look at your chest. You didn't wear a bra, wondering in the back of your head if part of you "forgot" since you knew that Connie was going to be coming over.

"Shit, they're even prettier up close." It's like he's in a trance as he cups them in his hands, and the moan that you make is louder than you expected it to be. He rolls his fingers around your nipples before leaning down to suck at them.

"C-Connie," you gasp, one hand digging into the couch while the other finds its way to his hair. He keeps his hand pressed on your back so that your chest is arched into him, and you feel tears forming in your eyes. You've never been touched like this before, and you're flooded with so much pleasure that you're not sure if you can take this any longer.

He groans against you as his fingers work into your shorts. You whimper, your legs squeezing around his when he rubs circles over clit. You pull on his hair, and he groans again, using his other hand to roll your hips against him, and that's when you feel it. You didn't notice before, but you can feel how hard he is under you, and you're shaking from all of the different stimulations.

"W-Wait, Connie," you stutter. "Connie, 'm gonna cum--" It's like you're on the edge of the cliff before you finally fall, and your hands grab his shirt like your life depends on it. You cum with his name on your lips, and you don't know if he can tell because he doesn't stop rolling your clit between his fingers.

You pat at his back, and he finally stops as the last of your orgasm flows through you. Your chest is heaving as you slump against him, sweat coating your skin. "Wait, did you--?"

"I've never...no one's ever," you try, nearly embarrassed at your admission, and he nudges your head up with his shoulder. You watch something glaze over his eyes when he looks at your face.

You're still shaking, your body attempting to recover from something it's never felt before. "Why didn't you say anything?" he asks, rubbing over your legs before he slides you off of him. He grabs your hand when he stands, pulling you towards your room. He kisses you when he gets to the door, pushing it open as he keeps his lips on yours, only pulling away when he gets to your bed. "The couch shouldn't be where your first time happens."

Your face gets hot again as he walks into your room, and he gently guides you to sit down on your bed. "I don't care where it happens," you say, your voice barely above a whisper, and he has to hover near your face to hear you. "I just care that it's you."

The smile he responds with makes you warm all over, and he moves you further up your bed, trapping your legs between his as he slides his shirt off. You raise yourself up so you can touch him, and you can see the outline of his dick in his shorts.

You run your hand over it, and he releases a shaky breath before he puts his hand over yours. "You don't have to," he tells you, but you shake your head, moving your hands to the waist of his shorts.

"I...wanna try," you say softly, and he lets his hands slide off of yours, and you tug his shorts down. You move your head back when his dick pops up, and there's nowhere else you can look. He's proportionate in width and length, biting your lip in anticipation of it being inside of you, and you wrap your hand around him gently making his hands ball into fists. You guide him towards your mouth, and you don't really know how to start, so you lick at his head.

You lick at him again when he moans, this time a little more confident, and then you take him into your mouth. He groans, letting his head fall back, and you suck at his head before you sink down on him.

"Damn," he chokes out, looking down at you as he tries to keep his hips still. You bop your head up and down, going further every time until you gag, and you pull away, coughing. You give yourself a moment to breathe before you swallow him again, and he places his hand on your face. "D-Don't hurt yourself, baby," he tries to tell you, but he's practically speechless.

You pull off of him with a string of saliva connecting your lips to him, giving yourself a breather, and you wrap your hand around him again. "Is this okay?" you ask, and he nods quickly, putting his hand over yours.

"Mmh, just a little tighter," he says, squeezing your hand just a little more, and he shudders. "Y-Yeah, just like that." You watch as you both stroke him, and he sighs when you swirl your tongue around his head, and he can't control his hips anymore. "Shit, okay, okay." He moves your hand away, and you pull away, frowning.

"Was that not okay?" He huffs dazedly as he shakes his head.

"It was amazing," he breathes, "but I wanna cum with you around me," he responds, pulling you up so that he can kiss you, and he hums when he can taste himself on your tongue. "You sure you wanna do this?" he asks quietly. "We don't have to."

"I do," you say with a quick nod, and he smiles widely before it falls.

"Oh, uh, you wouldn't happen to have any condoms, would you?" You chew your lip as you shake your head. "That's okay, I have some at my place," he says, and he nearly falls off of the bed as he pulls his shorts up. "I'll be right back, don't go anywhere!" he exclaims as he runs out of your room.

You laugh as you hear him run down the stairs and then the front door opening and closing, and you fall back onto your bed. Your face hurts from how hard you're smiling, and you can't believe what just happened. You start to think that you might be dreaming, so you pinch yourself, and luckily you don't wake up.

You jump when you hear the front door close, and you hear loud footsteps on the stairs again. Connie runs into your room, closing the door behind him as he catches his breath and walks towards you. He has more than one in his hand, and you raise your eyebrows at him, darting between the condoms and him.

"Oh, no, don't worry," he starts. "I just got excited, so I didn't tear one off," he clarifies, and he tosses them to the other side of the bed before taking the rest of his clothes off. You follow suit, and after you do, you freeze when Connie just stares at you.

"What?" you whisper, making a move to cover yourself, but he's quick to pin your arms down, keeping his legs next to yours to keep them open as he hovers over you.

"Sorry, I'm just still getting used to the fact that you're under me like this." Your legs press against his at his words as you feel yourself getting wetter. You want to shrink under his intense gaze, and you close your eyes when he presses a soft kiss to your forehead. "You're so pretty," he mumbles against your lips.

"You already said that," you say, a big smile on your face. He lets your arms go in favor of resting his hands on your neck when he kisses you. You do the same, pulling him down so you can feel more of him on you, and you both moan when he grinds against you.

He takes one hand and trails it down your body, giving your tit a teasing squeeze before it travels between your legs. You jump when he rolls his finger over your clit. You can't keep up with the kiss as he keeps up his movements, and he pulls away as he starts to slide his finger in.

"No one's ever touched you like this before?" he asks, feeling his lips brush against yours with every word, and you shake your head, at a loss for words as he moves his finger in and out of you. "So, I'm gonna be the first to stretch this pretty pussy out?"

You nod quickly, your nails digging into his shoulder as he adds another finger inside. "Wanted it to be you," you say, not really feeling shy to admit it anymore, and he drops his head in your neck.

"Fuck," he sighs, stretching you out when he spreads his fingers, and you bring his face back to yours, the feeling of his lips on yours seems to ground you in a way. "You wanted it to be me?"

You hum your answer as you nod again. "Always thought about it being you." You watch his eyes roll as he bites his lips, feeling him shudder at your words.

He keeps his eyes on yours, and the look in them seems to make you even hotter. "Mm, I'm gonna make it so good for you." He puts gentle pressure on your clit, rolling his thumb over the sensitive bud, and you grab his wrist as you moan.

Your legs tremble around him, and you tighten your grip on his wrist when you feel that familiar pressure building. "I'm ready, Connie, c'mon." He chuckles softly, curling his fingers a couple more times just to tease you before he slides them out of you.

He sits up, and you watch as he licks over his fingers before shoving them in his mouth. He groans softly as his eyes roll, and you chew on your lip gently as you watch him. "Damn, you taste amazing," he sighs. "I wanna eat you out so bad," he tells you as he rips one of the condoms off. "But you don't mind if I fuck you first, do you?"

You don't know how he can still keep that playful smile he always has while being unbelievably hot at the same time. You shake your head quickly at his question, feeling like you're going dizzy from arousal. Your fingers dig into the sheets underneath you as you watch him roll it on, and you swear your heart is going to beat out of your chest.

You're so caught up, that you jump a little when he places his hand softly on your face. "You'll tell me if you're hurting, okay?" he asks, resting his weight on one of his elbows, leaving his face close to yours again.

"Yeah, I will," you breathe, and he holds his other hand up, pinky extended.

"Promise?" You roll your eyes, matching the smile on his face. Connie made it a habit when you both were in high school to kiss your fingers when they were interlaced, saying that the promise was stronger that way.

That's what you expect him to do, but when you lock your finger with his, he moves to kiss you on the lips instead. It makes you dazed for a second, but the split second after, you can feel yourself falling even harder for him. He grabs a pillow, having you lift your hips up so that he can slide it under you. You look down at the same time he does as he lines himself up, tensing up reflexively, and he shifts his weight so that he can rub at your hip.

"Relax," he whispers, somehow managing to keep his face close to yours. "Just lemme know if it's too much." He circles the tip of his dick at your hole, making your legs twitch, and he starts pushing in at the same time he starts rubbing at your clit.

You're thankful for the distraction because it's definitely more than his fingers. Your nails dig into his arm as you wince, and you reassure him to keep going; it's not painful, just a little uncomfortable. Once his hand is free, he uses it to rub over your body, continuing his motions on your clit.

Connie's head falls against yours as he digs his hand into the sheets next to you. "Oh...myfuckingGod," he groans, his hands moving to grab at the pillows by your head. "F-Fuck, you're so--shit." He tries his hardest to move carefully without hurting you, but it doesn't help that your cunt has such a tight hold on him, practically sucking him in without much effort.

He lets out a ragged breath, trying to shift his focus back to you. "Talk to me, baby," he says, lifting his head up slightly as he opens his eyes so that he can fully see your face. "How ya feeling?"

He doesn't move once he's fully inside of you, even though it's almost impossible, allowing you to adjust for as long as you need. "I feel good," you answer softly, moving your hands towards his. He grabs them, lacing his fingers with yours as he moves your arms over your head. You try to remember to breathe as your body gets used to being full in a way that it's never been filled before.

Being in this position makes you realize how close Connie is to you. You can't help but stare at him, feeling every part of him that's touching you. You think about how intimate this whole thing is, and you can't help but get the feeling that this feels right. You can tell he feels the same way, his lips meeting yours for a kiss that's deeper than the previous ones. One that says more than you ever could.

"You can move," you urge quietly, and you moan when he shifts just a little on his knees.

He groans in response, letting his head fall forward. "Dunno if I can, to be honest," he whispers.

"Why?" He can't look at you when he answers, back to focusing on how he's supposed to be making this whole experience good for you.

"Because I'll cum in a second," he admits against your skin, and you feel him take a deep breath as he squeezes your hands. You meet his glazed eyes when he lifts his head back up.

"I'm ready when you are." Your mouth falls open as you gasp when he moves, not really caring for the empty feeling you have when he slides out. You moan when he moves back in, his movements jolting your body with every thrust. Your eyes roll as you feel your toes curl, and you wrap your legs around him, not wanting him to stop for a second.

"O-Oh, God," he moans. "Y-Yeah...I'm gonna cum, 'm gonna--fuck me." You feel his hips stutter out of rhythm, a loud groan of your name signaling his orgasm.

You feel him slow down, but to your surprise, he doesn't completely stop, letting go of your hand in favor of pulling your leg up further. He picks up his pace instantly, sending your back arching as he reaches that pleasurable spot with the new angle. Your free hand braces on his neck, your nails once again finding home in his skin.

He hooks your leg in the crook of his elbow, his nails digging into your hips as he pulls you into him. "Your pussy's fucking sucking me in, h-holy shit!"

You jump when you feel his finger rubbing your swollen clit, and your back arches, pushing you further into the onslaught of your pleasure. "C-Connie! Fuck--" You can't even finish your sentence, your face contorting as your climax mounts.

"God, you feel so good. Shit, baby." You try to keep your eyes on his when he finally looks at you again, but it's no use. Your eyes slip closed, every snap of his hips sending you higher and higher.

Connie whines at the oversensitivity, opting to bite at your neck as an attempt to hold himself in for just a little longer, groaning with every thrust into your tight heat. "Gonna--cum," you rush out. "Connie, 'm gonna cum." It's really the only warning he gets, your body going taut, and your legs shake as your orgasm crashes over you.

It's definitely something you never felt before, almost scared at the number of things you're feeling, and you hold onto Connie as he cums right behind you, riding out your highs. You don't let go of him until he stops moving, not realizing how tightly you were holding onto him until he does.

Your body relaxes, letting you collapse onto the bed as Connie barely catches himself with his hand. You pull him onto you anyway, not wanting to separate from him just yet. "Oh, my God," he says around a laugh which you copy. He looks at you, running a finger over your face. "Are you okay? I didn't hurt you, right?"

"I'm more than okay, Connie." You pull him into a softer kiss, mostly because it feels like you could fall asleep any minute now. You hum into the kiss as he lets your leg fall. He smiles widely, peppering kisses all over your face.

You wince when he slides out of you, and he apologizes softly before urging you to move over. He pulls the blanket that you were on off the bed before taking it out of your room, and you roll over on your side, feeling more than satisfied. You hear him come back, only rolling back over when he pulls you to face him. He cleans you up with a warm washcloth before handing you some medicine and water for the soreness.

He grabs another blanket, throwing it over the both of you when he lays down with you, and you roll over so that you're facing him. He rubs over your body so gently that it nearly puts you to sleep, your eyelids feeling heavy.

"So, what happens now?" Connie asks, his voice barely audible to you, and you barely manage a shrug.

"What do you want to happen?" You move your head so that you can look at him, seeing that he's already looking at you.

"Well, I dunno if you could tell, but I like you a lot," he answers, "and not just for your body," he adds, and you huff as you roll your eyes.

"Does that explain the tattoo then?" you find yourself asking, and you think you see a faint blush on his face.

"Yeah, pretty much," he admits. "I was going through some stuff, and I really wanted you here. I thought it would help."

"You could've just called me," you say, your brows creasing slightly.

"Yeah, but you were out having fun, and I didn't wanna affect that," he responds, and you move further into him causing him to hold you closer to him.

"Well, now that I'm your girlfriend, you can call me any time," you whisper, the feeling of falling asleep right around the corner. You feel his chuckle vibrate against you, and right as sleep catches up to you, you hear it.

"I love you."

Your eyes close as you smile, placing a gentle kiss on his skin. "Love you, too, Con."

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