(18+) 𓈒 ݁ ݂ imagine getting to be with michael backstage after his grammy performance in '88—his hair all frizzy and poofy, his body physically shaking from exhaustion, and his skin glistening with beads of sweat. he was gorgeous even when his body was beat and weak, it was so unfair.
you & him would be sitting all quiet in his dressing room, michael's quick panting being the only sound in the room. you came closer to help him with taking off some of his dripping makeup, smiling up at him while doing so. he'd attempt to take a few deep breaths, only for a few small coughs to conjure up in his throat.
after a few moments, he began expressing his disappointment in the event. not a single grammy for his new album that he put his own blood, sweat and tears into—it hurt his heart. and as his girlfriend, it hurt you even more to see your gorgeous man have to endure such a terrible emotion.
so, in an attempt to cheer him up, you decided to intervene. you interrupted him mid-rant, planting kisses on his cheek as he continued speaking. he smiled and shrugged off the first few kisses, but you grew hungrier and needier. your mouth travelled from his cheek to the corner of his mouth, and finally atop his moist lips, cutting him off from speaking completely.
he ultimately gave in, looking at himself in the standing mirror while you began to kiss his neck. his skin was still damp with sweat, but it made the action even hotter. he bit his lip watching you go to work in the mirror, his hands finding their way to your soft hips. your arms were thrown around his neck, your mouth feeling sweet as ever against his body. you roamed his neck slowly, your mouth being able to feel the small curly strands of hair slicked down to his skin.
he groaned under his breath, his loose ponytail beginning to slowly slip out of its shape, his hair sooo fucking close to being fully down. you made your way back to his lips, your tongue being given the freedom to roam around in his mouth. he returned the favor as well, your tongues intertwining and sort of making love in their own special way so to speak. he pulled away for a moment just to chuckle at himself, immediately pressing your mouths together once more.
he tried to speak during the kiss, but it turned into muffled nonsense. you pulled away, cocking an eyebrow as a small 'hm?' released from your chest.
"what i tried to say was," he giggled, tightening his grip on your hips, pecking your cheek a final time. "i love you."
you playfully stuck your tongue out at him, before starting up the smooches all over again. he clearly had forgotten about those pestering grammys.
had this tiny thought while rewatching the performance for the 100,000th time UGH he looked so gorgeous all exhausted and tired. needed this real bad ><
Summary: In a dangerous urban landscape, y/n, an introverted Criminal Law student, finds herself drawn into the violent world of the Sixx Gang through her protective cousin, Onyankopon. When she locks eyes with Eren Yeager, a hot-headed gang member, a twisted game of desire and danger begins.
As Eren becomes obsessed with y/n, he threatens to unravel the fragile balance Ony has maintained to shield her from their brutal lifestyle. With loyalty tested and violence lurking at every turn, the lines between love and danger blur, leading to a dark climax where the heart proves just as lethal as a gun.
Genre: Dark Romance/Crime Modern au
Warnings: Graphic violence, drug use, smut, obsession
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My head was pounding. My body felt like it had been through a meat grinder, every muscle aching, ribs screaming with every breath I took. The smell of antiseptic burned my nose, but there was also something else,the faint scent of cigarette smoke.
I forced my eyes open, vision blurry at first. The dim lighting made it hard to tell exactly where I was, but the stiff sheets, the steady beeping of a heart monitor, and the IV in my arm told me enough.
A hospital. Or at least… I think it was.
I shifted slightly, a sharp pain tearing through my side, and I let out a low groan. That’s when I saw her.
Hange.
She was sitting in the corner, one leg crossed over the other, lazily twirling a lit cigarette between her fingers. She had that same manic energy in her eyes, like she was enjoying whatever twisted situation she’d found me in.
“You’re finally awake,” she said, her voice smooth, almost amused. She took a drag from her cigarette, exhaling the smoke in slow, lazy rings before flicking the ash into an empty cup on the table beside her.
I tried to sit up, but my ribs protested hard. I winced, gritting my teeth as I settled back against the pillows. “Where the fuck am I?” My throat was dry as hell, voice rough like I’d been screaming for hours.
Hange just smirked. “Somewhere safe. For now.”
I narrowed my eyes at her. “That supposed to make me feel better?”
She chuckled, tilting her head like she was studying a lab rat. “Not really.”
I let out a slow breath, trying to piece things together. The last thing I remembered was Malik—his voice, the gunshot, the darkness swallowing me whole. My Hellcat burning. Ony Sr’s voice, cold and deadly.
Fuck.
I glanced down at my hands, my wrists still sore as hell from being tied up. “How long have I been out?”
Hange tapped her cigarette, watching the ash fall. “Three days.”
Three days.
I stared at her. “And you’re telling me I ain’t dead yet?”
She grinned. “Not for lack of trying.”
I exhaled sharply, running a hand over my face, trying to ignore the soreness in my ribs. “Why the fuck are you here, Hange?”
She leaned forward, elbows resting on her knees, cigarette dangling between her fingers. “Levi sent me.”
That got my attention.
I sat up too fast, pain slicing through me, but I ignored it. “Levi?”
Hange nodded, watching me carefully. “Yeah. You’re a dumbass, by the way. Tipping the cops off on just the weed? That was your mistake.”
I clenched my jaw. “I didn’t snitch on anything else.”
Hange gave me a look that was somewhere between amusement and disbelief. “Eren, you really think the 6ixx gang gives a fuck about the difference? You tipped off the cops at all—that was enough.”
I didn’t say anything.
Because she was right.
Hange flicked her cigarette into the cup and leaned back again. “Levi had to pull some serious strings to keep Ony Sr from putting a bullet in your head. He’s still not convinced you didn’t set Ony up for everything.”
I clenched my fists. “I didn’t.”
She smirked. “Then prove it.”
I scoffed. “How the fuck am I supposed to do that when I’m laid up in a hospital bed?”
Hange shrugged. “That’s for you to figure out. I’m just here to make sure you don’t bleed out before you get the chance.”
I let my head fall back against the pillow, staring at the ceiling. My mind was racing, trying to piece everything together.
Ony Sr wasn’t going to let this go. Malik damn near killed me. My Hellcat was gone.
And YN—
I closed my eyes.
I didn’t even know if she gave a fuck anymore.
Hange took another cigarette from her pocket, lighting it with slow precision before taking a drag. “You know, Eren, these past few days I got a look into your life…” She exhaled, shaking her head with a smirk. “And damn, you’re one messed up fuck.”
I let out a low chuckle, wincing when the movement sent a fresh wave of pain through my ribs. “No shit.”
She leaned forward, elbows on her knees. “I mean, I saw Mikasa texting your line.” She waved her cigarette for emphasis. “You do know Jean wanna shoot your ass for moving to his girl, right?”
I raised a brow. “Jean’s got a lot of feelings, huh?”
Hange rolled their eyes. “Don’t play stupid. You kissed Mikasa, and now Jean’s walking around like he’s one bad day away from pulling the trigger.”
I scoffed. “Mikasa and Jean are dating.”
Hange let out a dry laugh, shaking their head. “And yet she’s still blowing up your phone, Eren.”
I clenched my jaw but said nothing.
Hange grinned like they had me cornered. “Thought so.” They tapped ash into the cup before giving me a lazy look. “So tell me, Yeager, what’s the real problem here? You out here setting up your own people, fucking around with your friend’s girl, dodging the one person who actually gave a fuck about you…”
My fingers curled into the sheets, but I didn’t say a word.
Hange just chuckled again, standing up and stretching. “You’re a real piece of work, kid. But hey—at least you’re interesting.” They gave me a mock salute before heading for the door. “Get your shit together, Eren. ‘Cause next time, Levi might not be able to save your ass.”
hing—Armin and Annie are expecting.”
I blinked. “What?”
“They’re having a baby.” Hange exhaled smoke. “But Armin wants a paternity test… because of you.”
I scoffed, wincing at the pain in my ribs. “The fuck that got to do with me?”
Hange smirked. “Well, genius, maybe because you’re the one who put it in his head that Annie’s been fucking around since they got together.”
I leaned back against the pillow, sighing. “I know it ain’t my kid.”
Hange snorted. “Oh yeah? Then who’s is it?”
“Check Connie with that,” I muttered, rubbing my temple.
Hange let out a low whistle. “Damn. If that’s true, Armin’s gonna lose his mind.”
“Yeah, well…” I trailed off. That wasn’t my problem. Not anymore.
Hange stared at me for a second before shaking their head. “You’re really a messy fuck, Eren. And yet somehow, this isn’t even your biggest problem right now.”
I exhaled, staring at the ceiling. “Tell me something I don’t know.”
Hange took another slow drag of their cigarette, watching me carefully. Then they exhaled and said, "It gets worse."
I frowned. "Worse than getting jumped and nearly killed? Enlighten me."
Hange leaned forward, elbows on their knees. "Your half-brother got shot."
My heart stopped for a second. I sat up too fast, pain shooting through my ribs. "What? What the fuck do you mean he got shot?"
Hange sighed, shaking their head. "He was leaving work. Got caught slipping in the parking lot."
I felt my pulse in my ears. "Who the fuck did it?"
Hange met my eyes, and that little smirk was gone. Their voice was calm, but heavy. "Ony Sr."
The room fell silent. My breathing slowed. My fingers curled into fists on the sheets.
"You're lying."
Hange flicked ash onto the tray beside them. "Nah. Wish I was. But he did it."
I couldn't even speak. My brain was short-circuiting.
Hange tilted their head, watching me. "You look surprised. But you shouldn't be. You knew Ony Sr wasn’t gonna let shit slide. You fucked with his son. You set him up. You got Ony locked. You’re the reason all this is happening, Eren."
I clenched my jaw. My half-brother had nothing to do with this shit. He was just some kid living his life, working a regular-ass job. And now?
I felt my chest tighten, and for the first time in a long time, I had no words. Hange just sat there, watching me, their cigarette burning down to the filter.
"He did it point blank too," they continued. "Made sure Zeke knew this was on your hands."
I swallowed hard. My throat was dry as fuck. "And my nephew?"
Hange sighed, rubbing their temple. "Spared. Ony Sr don’t kill kids." They hesitated. "But… Zeke’s girl? She’s uhm… dead."
My stomach twisted. My head felt like it was spinning. Zeke’s girl, the mother of his kid. Dead. Because of me.
I barely whispered, "Fuck."
Hange just nodded. "Yeah. Fuck."
I ran a shaky hand down my face. My ribs screamed in protest, but I barely noticed the pain anymore. My mind was racing, but there was nowhere to run. No way to fix this.
My head was pounding, and I could barely process what Hange was saying.
"Your nephew’s gonna grow up without his mom—that’s on you," they said, watching me like I was some kind of science experiment. "I mean, it would’ve been, if Zeke didn’t beg me to save her life. I owed him a favor. But now he owes me one."
I exhaled shakily, the weight of everything pressing down on me.
"Don’t worry, though. Ony Sr knew I saved her. Said he’s a wicked man, but he wouldn’t want a child to grow up without a mother’s love." Hange flicked their cigarette, letting the ash drop onto the floor like it didn’t matter. "But now Zeke—who, lucky for you, is a lawyer—has to figure out who’s framing Ony. And if all roads lead back to you, Eren…" They grinned, sharp and knowing. "You’re cooked."
I clenched my fists. My body was weak, my ribs felt shattered, and my car was gone. Ony Sr had already taken everything from me, and now my life was hanging by a thread.
"So tell me, Eren," Hange leaned in, voice dropping low. "Did you set Ony up? Or are you just a dumbass caught in the crossfire?"
I said I only tipped the Lil weed off. I wanted him out of the dance for a month tops. Not all this. Ony ain't no human trafficker we don't fuck around like that ony wouldn't even store guns only his...then my eyes widen...... call Connie in here for me hange I gotta ask him sum
Hange raised a brow, clearly amused but still intrigued. They took a long drag from their cigarette before exhaling a slow cloud of smoke.
"You’re lucky I like messy shit, Eren," they muttered before pulling out their phone and shooting Connie a quick text.
I could barely sit up, my ribs screaming in protest, but my mind was racing. This whole situation was way bigger than I ever expected. I just wanted Ony out of the picture for a little while, not buried under a mountain of charges he didn’t even commit.
I ran a hand through my hair, my breathing uneven. Somebody set him up. And if it wasn’t me… then who the fuck was it?
A few minutes later, the door swung open, and Connie walked in, eyes scanning the room before settling on me.
"Damn, bro," he whistled. "You look like shit."
"Yeah, yeah, fuck all that," I waved him off, my voice hoarse. "I need to ask you something, and you better be straight with me, Con."
He frowned, leaning against the wall. "Aight, what’s up?"
I swallowed hard, my mind going back to what Hange just said.
"Did Ony ever let you or Jean store anything at his place?" I asked, locking eyes with him.
Connie's face twitched, a flicker of hesitation crossing his features before he masked it with his usual carefree front. "Nah, you know Ony don’t play that shit, man. He barely let me smoke in there, let alone store some hot shit."
I exhaled, trying to piece it all together.
"Then how the fuck did they find all that shit in his house, Con?" I asked, my voice low. "If neither of us planted that evidence… then who did?"
The room went silent. Connie shifted uncomfortably, looking away.
That hesitation? That was guilt.
"Connie." My voice was sharp now. "Tell me what the fuck you know."
“I think it's yns dad.” Connie said under his breath. “he said sum that's been buggin me.... he told Ony right before he got locked up he said I think you need a Lil time out ony.. then police was all over that bitch but Ony ain't move or flinch”
I stared at Connie, my jaw clenching. "Y/N’s dad?" My voice came out lower than I expected, my mind racing.
Connie nodded, rubbing the back of his neck. "Yeah, man. He said that shit real casual too, like he already knew what was about to happen. ‘I think you need a lil time out, Ony.’ Then boom, cops everywhere, like they was waiting for the green light."
I ran a hand down my face, my ribs aching with the motion. If that was true, then Ony didn’t just get set up—he got betrayed by someone close to him. Someone who had enough pull to make shit happen.
"Why the fuck would Reggie do that?" I muttered.
Connie shrugged. "I dunno, man. But think about it. That motherfucker always been about control. He don’t want Ony runnin’ things, maybe he wanted to shake the structure up, get somebody else in charge, or…" he hesitated, "or maybe he just don’t like the way Ony been movin’."
I gritted my teeth. This was bigger than I thought. It wasn’t just me snitching on some weed to get Ony out of the way for a bit—this was a full-on takedown.
And the worst part?
Ony Sr. was back now. And if he found out Reggie was behind it?
Blood was gonna spill.
I leaned back against the hospital bed, my ribs aching with every breath. My mind raced, piecing shit together. If Reggie did this… if Ony Sr. found out? Nah, this wouldn’t be just a war
it’d be a fucking bloodbath.
I looked at Connie, my hands gripping the thin hospital blanket. "You deadass think Reggie set up his own nephew? That’s foul, man."
Connie rubbed his face, exhaling like this whole thing was giving him a headache. "Bro, you not hearing me. It ain't a 'think' situation,it's a 'know E' That Reggie been moving funny for a minute. You ever notice how he’s always around, but he never really in the mix? Like, he plays the sidelines too good."
I thought back to every time I’d seen Reggie,always there but never making too much noise, always watching, always calculating. A motherfucker like that wasn’t just sitting on his hands.
"And think about it," Connie continued. "Right before Ony got bagged, Reggie told him some slick shit. 'I think you need a lil’ time out.' What kind of shit is that to say, Eren? And then, boom! police is all over Ony’s shit like they had a fuckin' GPS on his ass. But Ony? Nigga ain't even blink. He ain't run, he ain't argue, he ain't nothing. Almost like he knew he was being set up but couldn't do shit about it."
I gritted my teeth. This wasn’t adding up it was all clicking into place too perfectly.
"So, what?" I muttered. "You think Reggie tryna take over the 6ixx? That don't make sense, man. Ony Sr. been the head of this shit since before we was even born."
Connie shook his head. "Nah, he ain't tryna take over he tryna wipe the slate clean. Think about it, bro. Ony Sr. was supposed to be gone forever, locked up for life. So Reggie was sittin’ real comfortable, running things from the shadows. But then Ony Jr.? Nigga was out here getting too big, too powerful. He ain't need Reggie no more. He was doing shit different, tight, like you said. The whole gang was locked in on him. But then?" Connie snapped his fingers. "Boom. He gets taken out, just like that. And now Ony Sr. pops back up outta nowhere? That's gotta be Reggie's worst nightmare."
I ran a hand down my face. "Fuck, man." This was bigger than me. Bigger than just some petty beef.
Connie leaned in, voice dropping lower. "Listen, we gotta move smart with this. Cause if Ony Sr. finds out his own brother set up his son?" He paused, shaking his head. "E, it's gonna be straight genocide in this bitch."
I already knew that. Ony Sr. was a different breed; he was old school, real wicked with it. He shoot first, man don’t even ask questions. He dont spare a soul. If Reggie played him like this? There wouldn’t be a 6ixx left standing.
And I was sitting in the middle of it, already bruised, already broken. I was the one who snitched on the weed, but that other shit? The gun charges, the trafficking allegations? That wasn’t me. That was something bigger, something deeper.
"So what we do, nigga?" I asked, voice tight.
Connie exhaled through his nose. "First? You get your ass out this make shift hospital. Second? We find proof. Cause if Ony Sr. makes a move without proof, it’s gonna be war with the whole family. And if that happens?"
He looked me dead in the eye.
"Man, we all dead."
Eren sighed then asked “How Levi the head of this gang something doesn’t make sense to me at all.” The door opens, we see Erwin casually walking in, his eyes cut to Hange, then Connie then me. Ht started
"Let me explain how this goes," Erwin started, rolling up his sleeves. "This shit didn’t start with Ony Jr., and it sure as hell didn’t start with you, Eren. It goes way back. Decades deep. You see, Reggie and Ony Sr. they're brothers, but that don’t mean they ever saw eye to eye. Reggie was always trying to be like Ony Sr. Wanted the same power, the same respect. And at first? Ony Sr. was fine with it. Thought it was just little brother shit. But then it got… weird."
Eren narrowed his eyes. "Weird how?"
Erwin exhaled, rubbing his temple like he was trying to decide just how much to say. "Reggie didn’t just wanna be like Ony Sr.,he wanted everything Ony Sr. had. The money, the name, the lifestyle… even the women. Every girl Ony Sr. liked? Reggie would find a way to slide in right after. It was obsessive. It was fucked."
Connie shook his head. "Nigga, what? That's creepy as hell."
Erwin nodded. "Yeah. And Ony Sr. ain’t blind. He noticed. But he let it slide,until it got dangerous. See, when Ony Sr. founded the 6ixx, it wasn’t supposed to be what it is now. He was already deep in the streets,carjackings, grand theft, all that shit. But then he took it to another level. That’s how Levi got roped in. Ony Sr. jacked Levi’s car, then forced him to work for him. Levi hated him at first, but that’s how they met."
Eren’s brows furrowed. "Then how the hell did you get involved?"
Erwin smirked, like the answer was obvious. "Levi. He brought me into the fold. Back then, we were just trying to survive. But Reggie? He wanted power. He wanted control. And when Ony Sr. got locked up?" Erwin’s smirk faded. "Reggie saw his chance."
Eren’s fingers twitched, his mind working overtime. "So you’re saying Ony Sr. took charges that weren’t even his?"
Erwin nodded slowly. "That's exactly what I’m saying. It wasn’t just his case—it was mine, Levi’s, and Reggie’s. A whole list of shit: double homicide, illegal weapons charges, drug trafficking,you name it. But Ony Sr. did what he had to. He took the fall. Told us to keep shit in check while he was gone. He left Levi in charge and left Ony Jr. and his mother behind. She was pregnant at the time with Ony's little brother. Ony Sr. was about to marry her before he got locked up."
The room fell into silence.
Eren swallowed, his throat dry. "So let me get this straight... Reggie sat back and let Ony Sr. take all that? And now he’s tryna wipe Ony Jr. out, too?"
Connie clenched his jaw. "Yeah, man. And if we don’t stop this shit, the whole fuckin’ 6ixx gonna collapse."
Eren exhaled sharply. This was bigger than he ever thought. Bigger than just a snitch tip. Bigger than just Ony Jr. getting locked up. This was a war brewing, a family split down the middle.
And if they didn’t move right?
Everybody was fucked.
Erwin leaned against the wall, arms crossed, eyes sharp. “You’re catching on, Eren. Reggie didn’t just let Ony Sr. take the fall,he made sure he never had a chance to come back. See, the whole thing was set up. Ony Sr. was supposed to take the rap, do a stretch, and when he came home, everything would be waiting for him. But Reggie?” Erwin scoffed. “That nigga made sure he never had a home to come back to.”
Connie frowned. “What you mean?”
Erwin exhaled through his nose, like he was getting ready to drop a bomb. “Reggie flipped on the whole organization while Ony Sr. was locked up. He started cutting his own deals, aligning with different crews, turning the 6ixx into something unrecognizable. He made sure Ony Jr. had to scrap for every bit of respect, kept him at arm’s length, always second-guessing his own moves.”
Eren rubbed his temple, piecing it together. “And now that Ony Sr. is out…”
Erwin nodded. “Reggie is scrambling. Ony Sr. was never supposed to get out, not alive. He made sure of that.”
Connie shook his head. “But how? Nigga got locked for life. Who the fuck gets out of that?”
Erwin smirked, but there was no humor in it. “Powerful friends.”
Eren’s jaw clenched. “Who the fuck helped him?”
Erwin shrugged. “That’s the million-dollar question, isn’t it? Somebody wanted Ony Sr. back on the streets. Someone with reach. Someone who knew shit was about to hit the fan. And now?” He looked at Eren. “You’re in the middle of it.”
Eren’s stomach twisted. He had been playing games. Playing with Ony’s fate, playing with YN’s emotions. But this? This wasn’t a game.
“So what’s the move?” Eren asked.
Erwin looked at him, expression unreadable. “That depends on you. Ony Sr. thinks you set his son up. Reggie is still pulling strings. And the whole city is waiting to see who makes the first real move. You got a choice, Eren. Either clean this mess up…” He tilted his head. “Or get buried in it.”
I ran a hand down my face, exhaling hard. My ribs ached like hell, my body was sore, and my head was pounding from everything I’d just learned. But none of that compared to the way my stomach twisted at Erwin’s words.
"Reggie’s gonna kill me, man. I’m fucking with his daughter."
I expected Erwin to nod, to confirm the shit I already knew, but instead, he just laughed. Not a regular laugh, either,this was that you dumb as fuck laugh.
"You really think that man gives a fuck about YN?"
That shit made me freeze. My heart stuttered, and I felt my face scrunch up as I stared at him. "The fuck you mean?"
Erwin shook his head, his tone calm but laced with something sharp, something real. "Reggie ain’t never cared about YN, Eren. She ain't his golden child. That’s Malik. YN? She just a piece on the board. She only valuable to him if she benefits his game. And right now?" He shrugged. "You’re more useful dead than alive to him."
My jaw clenched so tight I could hear my own teeth grinding. My mind raced, trying to process what he was saying. I thought I had everything figured out. I thought messing with YN was dangerous because Reggie would come for me over his daughter. But the truth was colder than that.YN wasn’t even a fucking factor to him.
She wasn’t the princess he was guarding. She was just another pawn. Disposable. Sacrificed if needed.
I shook my head, trying to shake the feeling crawling up my spine. "Nah. Nah, that don’t make sense."
Connie exhaled sharply beside me, rubbing his face. "Shit… but it do make sense, bro."
I shot him a look, and he just held his hands up. "Think about it. When was the last time you saw Reggie move for YN? Like really move? man had Ony Jr out here in the streets since he was a kid, grooming him for this shit, and he got Malik on some golden boy status. But YN? She been running wild since she was a idk..ever. No protection, no real guidance, just left to do whatever the fuck. If it wasn’t for her ma and aunt… That ain’t an accident."
I felt something ugly twist in my chest. I didn’t wanna believe it. But when I thought about it…
I remembered the way YN had to fight for every little bit of respect in her own damn family. The way she was always proving herself. The way Malik, for all his thug shit, still had a path. Still had a spot waiting for him in the family business. YN didn’t.
"She only valuable to him if she benefits his game."
I felt sick.
All this time, I thought I was playing the game, making my own moves. But I was a piece just like her. Just like Ony. And Reggie? That Reggie was the one flipping the board whenever it suited him.
I sucked in a breath and met Erwin’s gaze. "So what you saying, then?"
Erwin leaned back, a slow smirk tugging at his lips. "I’m saying… you better figure out what side you really on, Yeager. Before Reggie makes that decision for you."
I said it before I could stop myself. “I see why Ony didn’t want me around YN for real. Why didn’t he just say that shit.”
The room shifted the second another voice cut in.
“Cause it ain’t your business, Eren.”
I froze.
Ony Sr. stepped into view, his presence heavy, filling the space like everything else had to move around him. His voice was low, firm, the kind that didn’t need to be loud to make a point. It felt like the temperature dropped even though the sun was still bleeding through the windows.
“YN is like the daughter I ain’t ever have.”
His eyes locked onto mine, sharp and unblinking. I shifted in my seat without meaning to. It was one thing dealing with street pressure, but this felt different. Personal. Like he could see straight through whatever I tried to hide.
He didn’t look away when he spoke again.
“Cause it ain’t your business, Eren.”
The words hit harder the second time.
Then his gaze slid off me and landed on Connie.
“Tell me, boy. What happened the day my son got locked up.”
Connie shifted, jaw tightening. “I told you already, Mr. Ony. We ain’t set him up. There’s no way he knew the cops was coming. It was”
“I don’t need to hear from you, boy.”
Ony Sr.’s voice dropped, quiet but heavy enough to shut everything down.
“I wanna hear it from the horse’s mouth. I don’t trust YN to tell me nothing, cause the way she’s acting she might stab me before I even ask her.”
Then his eyes cut back to me.
“So what happened, Eren.”
The room went dead still.
My heartbeat started ringing in my ears. My hands felt unsteady, like they weren’t really mine. That look in his eyes said everything. I wasn’t leaving this room without giving him something.
I swallowed, forcing my voice to work. “You wanna know what happened?”
It came out quieter than I wanted.
“It wasn’t what you think. I ain’t the one who planted that shit on him. I tipped the cops on the weed. That’s it. The guns, everything else, that wasn’t me.”
He didn’t react. Just watched.
“Then explain to me why they walked in on my son like that,” he said. “Why he take the fall,got this crazy rap sheet..what fuck is going on in the fucking 6ixx man.”
My chest tightened.
“You think I don’t know my own brother? Reggie the one who pulled that. And you running around making a fucking mess and making it easier for Reggie, Eren.”
That one landed.
I wanted to argue. Say I ain’t know how deep it went. But that wouldn’t change nothing. I glanced at Connie and saw it in his face too. We were all in deeper than we thought.
This wasn’t just about the arrest.
It was about loyalty.
About who you stand with when it counts.
I exhaled slowly. “It wasn’t supposed to go like that.I ain’t think it would turn into all this.”
Ony Sr. crossed his arms, studying me like he was weighing something.
“Eren,” he said after a moment, “you need to learn something. In this game, there ain’t no room for mistakes. You either handle your business or you become part of the story that don’t make it out.”
My jaw tightened. “So what that mean for me.”
A small smirk pulled at his mouth. Not amused. More like he already knew the answer.
“That means you gotta figure out who you really want to be. You keep running with Reggie, or you start running things for yourself.”
He paused, letting it sit.
“But understand this. Once you choose, there ain’t no turning back.”
The words hung in the air, heavy and suffocating.
And just like that, it stopped being about Ony. About the arrest. About any of it.
𝒮𝑌𝒩𝒪𝒫𝒮𝐼𝒮 ⨾ eren’s mouth is a beautiful, open ruin.
𝒞𝒪𝒩𝒯𝒜𝐼𝒩𝒮 ⨾ ( 1k+ ) words of . . . nsfw, eren jäeger x fem!reader ( black coded ), modern au, established relationship, oral fixation, canon-adjacent self injury ( inspired by titan-shifting trigger ), biting, size difference, rennie’s tatted, toe sucking, cunnilingus, missionary, creampie, cum-eating, overstimulation, explicit language, lowercase intended, minors shoo!
𝓂𝓎 𝓁ℴ𝓋ℯ 𝓁ℯ𝓉𝓉ℯ𝓇.ᐟ ⸻ just wanted to whip up a lil somethin’ sweet for my crazy boyfriend >.< careful, he’s a biter! art credits here! thanks so much for reading, and please enjoy! ❤︎
𝐼𝒩𝒮𝑃𝒪 𝑇𝑅𝒜𝒞𝒦.ᐟ ( ♫ ) thirsty, PND ⨾ kiss land, the weeknd ⨾ greedy, dvsn ⨾ as you are, the weeknd
an unyielding oral fixation has always been 𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓃'𝓈 guilty pleasure.
it first began as a small, feral thing that took root at the tender age of two, when he discovered the compulsive need to sink his growing canines into the fleshy crook between his thumb and finger — learned of its satisfaction. his tender skin was rarely ever whole, constantly raw from an action that almost always drew blood. by nine, the habit had finally ebbed, though it left an indented map of silvered, tooth-shaped scars in its wake. it served as a reminder of every anxiety he had ever tried to chew through.
with time, his appetite matured. broken skin was replaced by shattered cuticles once the nail biting took over, hitting its peak during the turbulence of fifteen. you would think that now, at twenty-three, those years would’ve given him time to quell the urge. perhaps the only win is that he no longer gnaws at himself. it’s a small mercy, but peace never truly came, no.
the habit still bleeds into everything. a stubborn, dirty thing it is, biding its time behind his lips . . . waiting for something to crush. he’s the kind of man who always needs to keep his mouth full, whether it’s the mangled end of a plastic straw, a decently chewed pen, or a lit-fumed smoke propped between his lips — or, more often than not, the rounded heat of your smooth, warm shoulder.
you’ve been the only balm that could soothe the ache in his jaw.
the weight of his gluttony would be enough to scare anyone away. still, eren hoped you wouldn't recoil. somehow, you grew used to the way he claims you, and now he constantly seeks the salt and silk of your skin; his hunger finally finding a place to rest. he finds that your flesh offers quite a sweet relief beneath the slow slide of his tongue. he’s never known how to keep his mouth closed, especially not when there’s so much of you left to consume.
for as long as you’ve known your lover, his mouth remains a restless place, as he still seeks the right thing to sink his teeth into. the need for such grounding pressure still vibrates, way deep in his jaw.
you can tell when he’s trying to fight it.
it’s in the restless flick of his tongue and how it prods at his inner cheek, a flash of pink dragging over a sharp, white row of teeth; as if he's testing the edge before he uses them on you. it’s when he finally kisses you, nice and deep, seeking out every wet, hidden crevice of your pliant mouth. it’s in the way he hooks his teeth into the soft pillow of your bottom lip, biting like a predator, tugging just enough to make you whine his name before dipping lower to nip at the soft curve of your hitching throat.
eren’s almost always impatient, his tawny, ink-kissed hands tearing at your clothes, hungry to find fresh territory to claim. when tattooed fingers aren’t fast enough for his liking, he resorts to teeth once more, peeling back cotton-ivory lace panties within a muffled grin, desperate to finally clear a path to your skin.
there’s a heavy, rising ache in his tightening pants, and he grinds shallowly against your thigh just so you can feel how much he throbs for you. his hips buck in a gratifying roll, matching the lash of his tongue. he wants to taste every part of you — your lips, your pulse, the very marrow of you. eren needs to feel you closer than close, and he’ll tear through needless layers to reach the heart of you, mark every new inch he uncovers in blooming red bites and slick slivers of spit.
he moves from the soft press of your mouth to smooch along the tips of your fingers, each manicured one, then kisses the subtle arch of your ankle, your foot, your toes, as if to memorize the rawest taste of you. he can’t hide his urges any longer, not when he’s easing your legs apart to leave marks inside, dragging his mouth over velvet skin until it blooms a deep, bruised red. he peers up from his assumed place between your spread thighs, emeraldine eyes dark with a lust that needs no introduction.
your very world blurs upon him firmly wrapping his tongue around your peaked clit, suckling so hard that your spine arches into a perfect bow, mind gone hazy from the pressure of it. he enjoys devouring you all too much, goes out of his way to loop a strong, veiny arm over your caged torso like a deadbolt; just to make sure his meal doesn't think of running.
it takes just a few more searing licks before he’s breaking away, trailing your body with you-flavored kisses, working a sloppy path up your trembling tummy and full, swaying breasts, until he meets the delicate line of your exposed throat. eren traces the pulse of your neck with the pointed tip of his tongue, before bared teeth catch over flowing arteries, mapping the flow of it with every sharp nip. fresh bite marks, fleshy and sizable, bloom in his wake, and he smiles at the ruin. his intent is written clearly in the dull sting he leaves behind.
it all comes down to how he needs to keep his mouth latched over your jugular, even as he pins you down, presses in slow, and splits you open on the fat width of his cock, reddened and weeping for you. eren only deepens his unrelenting bite, even when you fruitlessly smack his solid shoulder and pull at dark hair from the root of his scalp, mewling over the tense stretch he introduces — a painfully familiar invasion.
his lean hips begin to find the most punishing rhythm, all while his mouth laves over your agape lips, swallowing every gasp you try to keep trapped within your heaving lungs. it’s particularly hard to bury when he’s taking his time dragging out slow, pushing in slower. the ecstasy of every deep, drilling thrust is doubled by the sharp pressure of his teeth, his mouth and body working in tandem to claim you from the inside out. the wet heat of his breath against your throat keeps tempo with the steady clap of his toned body against yours, an imposing, muscled weight.
he can only take the generous squeeze of your pretty pussy for so long. eren gives one last, throttling surge before caving in. your name leaves him in a low, wrecked sound, just as he pulses out thick ribbons of cum, emptying himself inside until your womb is full with the warm spill of his release. you follow suit, your mind finally going blank-white as you splinter beneath him, a sharp cry catching in your throat once your body gives way to your climax, every last nerve-ending pulling tight around him one last time.
he’s hungry for the end; he always is. eren delves down to drink up your release the second it breaks, lapping at the slick heat where yours and his have pooled to mix. his tongue is relentless, lashing over your bundled nerves while they're still sore and buzzing from the sheer force of his pounding. your cries for a moment’s peace are lost against his restless mouth, working to satiate the urge that's been driving him all night — all his life.
you aren’t sure eren will ever grow out of it, or if he’ll just keep finding new ways to consume you.
fratboy!gojo and fratboy!eren who originally made it a bet to see who could get you to fold first, the prize being bragging rights and an unlimited supply of weed. they both approached you at the same time with a subtle “hey” before handing you a cup of alcohol. they kinda just bullshitted with you the whole time. asking you obvious questions like, “oh you’re in our chem class right?” “i think you sit a few seats away from us.”
fratboy!gojo and fratboy!eren who thought it would be funny to ask you about your sex life, but to their complete surprise, you complied and told them everything. what you’re into, your kinks, fantasies, wet dreams you’ve had. all they could do is listen with their mouths wide open and their cocks hard. what started as a bet unfolded into something much more interesting, and much more dangerous. who knew the smartest girl in class turned out to be a slut?!
fratboy!gojo and fratboy!eren who mutually agreed to end the party early just to get a taste of your pussy. none of them caring about the bet anymore, they just wanted to watch the pretty nerd break like a kit kat and fall apart on their cocks. they wanted to do everything you fantasized about to you.
fratboy!gojo and fratboy!eren whose fucking you into oblivion. they have you laying your back on the couch, gojo’s cock sinked deep into your wet pussy and eren standing up, roughly fucking his cock into your mouth. you were slobbering and drooling all over his shaft while gojo’s cock abused your tight hole, his hand rubbing circles around your sensitive twitching clit.
fratboy!gojo and fratboy!eren who talk to you like you’re nothing but a fucktoy to them. “fuuckk yeahh— tell me who this pussy belongs to. us, right?” “fuckin’ love how this virgin pussy feels wrapped around my cock. god you feel so tight and warm.” “gonna make sure our cocks is the only thing you think about. no more stupid chemistry or math— just us.”
fratboy!gojo whose quite literally double comboing you, the feeling nauseating. he’s fucking and choking you at he same time, hips snapping into your pussy as he continues to hit that spot that makes you see stars. “slutty nerds gonna cum all over my cock? aww poor bab— wait— you said you need to pee?!”
fratboy!eren who stares in absolute disbelief as he watches you squirt all over gojo’s cock, he nearly came in your mouth at the sight of you forcing gojo’s cock out your tight hole because of how messy it was. “holy shit— nerds a fuckin’ squirter.” yeah, eren was practically whining at this point.
fratboy!gojo and fratboy!eren who ended up giving you their numbers, not just for the bet but because they were more than ready to link up for a second round with you.
warnings ᯓ★: black reader, southern accent, 18+ reader (19), best friend’s little brother trope, age gap (eren is 17), explicit sexual content, risky sex (people sleeping in the same room), unprotected sex, creampie, dirty talk, degradation, choking, light face slapping, ass slapping, teasing/edging, power play, possessiveness, aftercare, mild breeding kink elements, post-nut clarity
pairing: possessive!eren x black!brattyreader
Description ᯓ★:your best friend’s little brother has always been off-limits. he’s younger, cocky, and the one person you constantly argue with. but after a drunk game of twister and everyone passing out in the living room, the tension that’s been building for months finally snaps. sneaky raw sex on the floor while your best friend sleeps just a few feet away.
your best friend’s little brother always got irritated the second you walked in. everytime you came over he’d make it known with heavy sighs and muttered complaints under his breath.
and when you stayed the night it was even worse. doors closing a little too hard, cabinets shutting louder than necessary.
you two argued about everything, stupid shit mostly. it was constant.
“bro you always talking about boys?” eren would get in your face, voice sharp. “pick me—”
“pick me? eren i never had to go out my way to get picked,” your lips pushed up. kasie would just laugh from her bed. “eren… she’s not a pick me. if anything she’s a hoe.”
you turned quick and pinched her side hard. “you really wanna go there? ‘cause when you needed a ride to—”
she cut you off with a loud fake cough.
“shit is sad and disgusting.” eren stayed leaning against the doorframe, tall as hell, just watching. his eyes stayed on you for a beat longer than they should’ve.
then he pushed off and walked away without saying anything. that part always pissed you off. you hated when he got the last move.
“just let him be,” kasie said, already back on her phone, back facing you.
you crossed your arms tight under your chest. “your brother is really annoying. i’m starting to actually not like him,” you said, voice rising a bit.
“i’m sure he feels the same about you,” she replied, half turning. “you’re the only one he argues with like that.”
you climbed onto her bed, the mattress sinking under you. “really? he doesn’t get into it with your boyfriend or anybody else?”
kasie giggled low, shifting back against her headboard. “maybe it’s ‘cause you’re always here… or maybe…” she dragged it out, smirking. “eren got a big ole crush.”
you pouted your lips, twisting them a bit. “girl i’d never talk to nobody younger than me—especially your brother.” you were taken aback.
the words kinda hung there and you felt a weird little twist in your stomach, replaying how he looked at you from that doorframe before he left. you hated how it stuck with you even a little.
she rolled her eyes, “eren is what like— three years younger than you?” she shifted her lips to the side. “that’s not even bad.”
and that made you frown, “would you talk to my little brother?” you tilted your head, your curls shifting down your shoulders as you stared at her.
kasie smiled, “no.. definitely not—but your older brother.” she sucked her bottom lip between her teeth and rolled her eyes back playfully. “the things i’d let him do to me!”
“you’re actually sick.” a soft smile formed on your face and you shook your head, looking at her real judgmental. she was talking about your older brother who fucked five bitches in one day.
“you don’t even know him for real.” you added, voice low.
before she could say something back, her dad came in the room. the door creaked open and his footsteps were soft on the carpet.
“hey girls!” he smiled, his glasses slipping down his nose as he pushed them back up with one finger. “me and your mom are going to this ballet show tonight.”
he paused, clearing his throat awkwardly and shifting in the doorway. “so uh… keep it down, no crazy stuff, and definitely no boys sneaking in here while we’re gone, alright? i mean it.”
you and kasie both nodded quick, trying not to laugh in his face. soon as the door clicked shut the room got quiet for a second, just the low hum of the fan spinning above you and the faint sound of their car pulling out the driveway.
kasie looked at you and busted out laughing first, covering her mouth. she was saying something between laughs but it was all jumbled up and hard to understand.
and as soon as the car lights danced across the blinds, she instantly grabbed her phone and called her boyfriend. you shook your head, smirking. “kasie you not shit for real..” and she really wasn’t.
and 30 minutes later her boyfriend and his friend showed up.
kasie couldn’t help being all over her boyfriend the second he walked in, kissing him and sitting on his lap. the vibe felt a bit awkward at first, everybody kinda just looking around. her boyfriend’s friend sat next to you, legs spread wide in his sweats.
“so what’s up witchu?” he broke the silence, looking straight at you. you shifted your eyes over to him without fully turning your head, acting like you wasn’t really paying him no mind.
“what you mean?” you let out a soft ‘hmph,’
he sucked his teeth and leaned forward a little. “you single, and i’m searching?” he talked with his hands, moving them all extra while he spoke.
he wasn’t ugly at all—actually.. he was really attractive, nice fade, pretty brown eyes, and tattoos peeking from under his sleeve.
“i really just wanna focus on school you know?” you finally faced him, turning on the couch. your knee accidentally rubbed against his thigh as you shifted, but you didn’t move it right away.
after a while you got extremely comfortable with him. yall started talking about all kinds of shit —music, funny stories from school, wild shit yall seen on social media.
the awkward vibe disappeared and yall were laughing for real, leaning into each other. before you knew it yall were exchanging instagrams and snaps, phones out, heads close together while you followed each other.
“let’s play twister!” kasie squealed, holding the beat up box in her hand, shaking it around all excited.
her boyfriend looked over at his friend then back at the group. “i’m down if you down?”
alex grinned a bit, rubbing the back of his arm. “nah i don’t mind,” he said, then turned his eyes back to you. “you playin’ right?” his brown eyes were so soft.
“well since you begging and shit.. i guess i’ll play alex.” you got up from the couch and stretched real slow, arms reaching high above your head, past all your curly hair. your shorts rode up your butt a little as you arched your back.
“can you go get eren?” kasie shifted her lips to the side and looked at you with them big pleading eyes. “i want him to have fun tonight too.”
you sucked your teeth loud and rolled your eyes hard. “okay, i guess.” you dragged yourself upstairs and knocked on eren’s door twice before just walking in.
he was laid back on his bed scrolling on his phone, one arm behind his head, gray sweatpants sitting low on his hips. “kasie said come play twister with us,” you told him, leaning against his doorframe.
eren glanced up at you, eyes moving slow from your face down to your legs then back up. “why you gotta be the one to come get me?” he asked, voice low.
you shrugged, stepping inside his room a little more. it smelled like his cologne mixed with weed and fresh laundry. “she wanted you to have fun tonight too, i guess. you gone come or you just gonna stay up here being weird?”
he let out a little laugh and sat up on the edge of his bed, legs spread. “you the one always in my house acting like you run shit. now you want me to come play twister like we kids?”
you crossed your arms and leaned against his dresser. “aren’t you like 12?” you scoffed, “this right up your alley boo.”
eren stood up slow, walking towards you. “bet i can show you something they never did at yo’ little university.” he tilted his head slightly, his manbun shifting as he looked down at you.
the way he said it made the room feel hotter. he stopped right in front of you, close enough that you had to look up at him. his gray sweatpants hung low on his hips and his t-shirt was fitting just right on his chest.
you wanted to find the words, something to say. anything really. “bitch please.” was all you could come up with. you struggled to even keep the eye contact..
he licked his lips and let his eyes drop down to your thighs and back up. “keep playing with me and imma show you just how much i mean that shit.”
he looked at you for a second longer, eyes dark, before stepping back a bit. “and you really playing in them little ass shorts?” he shifted his head to the side, staring hard.
you walked over to his mirror and turned around, checking yourself. “and what’s wrong with them exactly?” you wagged your butt a little in the mirror, smirking.
eren followed you to the mirror, standing behind you. “you don’t see nothing wrong?” he scoffed under his breath, eyes locked on your ass. “your whole ass out and you wanna play twister with people downstairs?”
“just cmon,” you rolled your eyes and walked past him toward the door, trying to ignore the way your skin felt warm from him staring like that.
kasie already had everything set up, she even had drinks lined up on the table like she been planning this.
“oh my god finally!” she clapped her hands loud, all excited. “guys let’s play now!”
you sighed as you finished walking down the stairs, eren inches behind you, his presence heavy. “you didn’t say we was playing drunk twister,” you said, crossing your arms as you got closer to the group.
“it was alex’s idea,” kasie grinned a little, shrugging. “and we all grown sooo.” she crossed her arms too, trying to look innocent.
you balled your lip up softly. “kasie your brother is 17.”
“okay and? eren got a whole tattoo and he smoke weed… he grown enough,” she said, waving you off.
you shook your head. kasie was the real pick me honestly. “okay whatever.” you sat on the couch, legs crossed, already feeling the vibe in the room shifting now that drinks were involved.
eren dropped down on the other end of the couch, spreading his legs wide, eyes flicking over to you for a second before looking away. alex was watching you too, a small smirk on his face like he was waiting for the game to start.
“okay so first everyone take a shot just to get started.” she handed everyone their drinks one by one, all smiley and hyped.
you hesitated for a second, staring at the cup before shrugging and throwing it back. the liquor burned going down your throat. eren swallowed his in one go with no reaction at all, face blank like it was water. alex’s cup was already empty too, sitting it down quick.
“okay so here’s the teams…” kasie spoke, still blinking a little from the shot. “you and eren — and alex and jace.”
kasie just laughed loud, waving him off. “it’s just a game, stop babe.” you side-eyed eren real quick, already feeling the shot warming up your chest.
alex looked a little disappointed but played it off, glancing over at you with them soft brown eyes. the energy in the room felt messy now.
drinks and tension.
the game finally started and you actually started having fun. the boys kept ending up in mad weird positions and it had you giggling nonstop.
jace and alex got twisted up bad, with jace basically sitting on alex’s lap. kasie quickly snapped a picture, laughing her ass off. they tapped out fast and took a drink because neither one of them wanted to stay like that any longer.
kasie kept yelling out body parts and colors, eventually you ended up bent all the way over, ass pressed right against eren. he was holding his core tight, muscles flexed hard under his shirt as he tried to stay balanced.
the position felt embarrassing, especially with everybody right there, but you hated drinking so you refused to fall. “fuck— you’re so flexible,” alex said, looking up at you from the mat with a grin.
eren let out a loud, heavy sigh that everybody in the room definitely heard. you stayed secured on top of him, trying not to slip. “thank you.. i used to cheer!” you replied, breathing a little hard.
you could feel eren’s breath on your back, heavy and warm. his body was tense as hell underneath you and you swore you felt his dick twitch against your ass again through his sweatpants. he wasn’t even trying to hide it anymore.
“right foot green,” kasie called out. you tried to move but eren’s hand suddenly gripped your waist tight to keep both of y’all from falling. his fingers pressed into your skin a little too hard, like he was frustrated.
alex laughed from the side, still watching you. “y’all look good together like that,” you could tel he was trying to be funny.
eren didn’t say nothing back, but you felt his body shift behind you, pressing forward just enough for you to really feel how hard he was.
your heart was beating fast now. the alcohol mixed with eren’s dick basically resting on your ass was making it hard to focus.
you tried to play it cool but your thighs were starting to shake a little from holding the position.
kasie kept spinning and calling out moves, completely clueless to what was happening. you tried to adjust your foot but slipped a little, pushing your ass back against eren even more. he let out a low groan only you could hear, his grip on your waist getting tighter.
“you doing that shit on purpose?” he muttered behind you, voice deep and rough. his hard dick was pressed right between your cheeks now, thick and warm through the thin material of your shorts.
alex was still talking, trying to get your attention. “you good over there? need me to come help you?” he asked with a smirk.
eren rolled his eyes, and you could feel him holding you tighter. he didn’t want alex nowhere near you. ever. you were starting to get wet. uncontrollably.. you wanted the friction.
you softly pushed back against his thick lining in his sweatpants. soft groans escaped, and eren started grinding into you for a few seconds. not even caring if others saw.
his dick pressed between your cheeks and he slightly shifted up? “want me to show you now?” his words tickled your ear.
your eyebrows shifted and as bad as you wanted to rub your clit you couldn’t. not with everybody right there laughing and playing like nothing was happening.
alex kept talking, still trying to get your attention. “you sure you good? you looking a little stuck,” he said with that smirk, starting to move closer like he was really about to help.
eren’s grip on your waist got even tighter, almost possessive. he pressed his hard dick firmer between your cheeks and rolled his hips slow, grinding into you like he didn’t give a fuck who saw. you had to bite your lip hard to stop from moaning out loud.
“want me to show you now?” he whispered again, his lips brushing your ear, voice low and raspy. his breath was hot against your skin and it sent chills down your back.
you couldn’t even answer him. your pussy was throbbing bad, getting wetter every time he pushed up into you. the thin material of your shorts was doing nothing to hide how turned on you were getting.
eren kept that slow, nasty grind going behind you, acting like he was just trying to stay balanced for the game.
kasie yelled out another color but you barely heard her. all you could focus on was eren’s thick dick rubbing against you and how good it felt.
you pushed back against him again without thinking, chasing that friction even though your thighs were starting to burn from the position.
after an hour of twister everyone eventually passed out drunk. the living room was a mess — empty cups, the twister mat still on the floor, and the tv playing quietly in the background.
kasie and jace were knocked out on the big couch together, tangled up under a thick blanket, her leg thrown over him. alex was sprawled across the smaller sofa, snoring lightly with his mouth half open.
you and eren were laid out on the floor on a pile of blankets and pillows. the room was dark except for the glow from the tv. you were both still kinda awake.
he shifted closer to you under the blankets, then quietly turned on his side to face you. his hair was down now, messy and falling across his face. he sucked his teeth a bit, eyes low.
“why you still up?” he asked, voice barely above a whisper.
“because why would you do that…” you whined softly, your lashes fluttering as you finally looked him in the eyes.
“do? what exactly..” he dragged his words, teasingly. he knew what he was doing. he shifted closer. so close your lashes could touch.
“eren…” you pouted, lips poked out.
you couldn’t help it. your hand slipped under the blanket and into your shorts, rubbing your soaked pussy. eren watched the movement under the blanket and his eyes got darker.
he grabbed your wrist gently and pulled your hand away. “let me do it,” he said, calm and low.
you frowned but didn’t stop him. his long fingers slid under the blanket, under your shorts and panties, and started rubbing slow circles on your wet clit. your eyes rolled back to the stars.
“wait—” you whispered, gripping his wrist. “wait… we can’t… everybody’s right here—”
“so?” he breathed against your lips, slipping one finger inside you. you were dripping. he tucked his bottom lip between his teeth, eyes closing for a second like he was savoring how wet you were.
“fuck…” he muttered under his breath, slowly pumping his finger in and out of you under the blanket.
you opened your legs a little wider without thinking, letting him go deeper. the wet sounds were quiet but so loud to you. eren added a second finger, stretching you more, curling them every time he pushed back in. your breathing was getting shaky and you had to turn your face into the pillow to stay quiet.
he kept that steady rhythm, fingers sliding in and out, thumb rubbing your clit in slow circles. your pussy kept clenching around him, getting wetter with every stroke. you started moving your hips against his hand, chasing it.
eren pressed his hard dick against your thigh, letting you feel how turned on he was. he was throbbing.
you let out a soft whimper and reached back, grabbing his wrist harder, not sure if you wanted him to stop or go faster.
he didn’t speed up. he kept fucking you slow with his fingers, drawing it out, making your thighs shake under the blanket.
he watched every little twitch in your face — how your eyebrows scrunched up, the way your lips parted, how tight you were squeezing his wrist. you were so close. he could feel your pussy pulsing around his fingers. eren had something to prove.
then he just… stopped.
he pulled his fingers out of you completely and yawned loud, acting all casual.
“the fuck?” you balled up your lips, eyes wide. “eren what are you doing?” you whispered, voice shaky and desperate.
he stretched his arms like he was getting comfortable, still yawning. “i’m tired… goodnight.” he sniffed and turned his back to you, pulling the blanket up over his shoulder like he was really about to go to sleep.
you laid there stunned, pussy still throbbing and dripping down your thighs. your body felt hot and frustrated as hell. you stared at the back of his head, breathing hard, lowkey pissed off but even more turned on.
you nudged him with your knee again, harder this time. “eren… stop playing.”
he still didn’t say anything, just stayed facing away from you, but you could see his shoulders shaking lightly like he was trying not to laugh.
“eren.” you sat up on your elbow now, heat rushing all over your body. you were getting pissed. your pussy was still wet and pulsing and this nigga really had the nerve to play with you like this.
you sucked your teeth loud and crawled over him, literally rolling your body right on top of his before settling down.
your back was now pressed against his stomach, ass nestled right against him. he was still laughing softly under his breath.
“what?” he whispered close to your ear, voice deep and amused.
“don’t ignore me,” you pouted, clearly upset that he got you worked up and then tried to play sleep. you could feel his dick, still hard, pressing against your ass through his sweatpants.
eren chuckled quietly and wrapped one arm around your waist, pulling you tighter against him. “okay,” he said, but you could hear the smirk in his voice. his fingers started twirling one of your curls, playing with it while his breath brushed the back of your neck.
he didn’t say anything else for a moment. just kept grinding against you slow, letting you feel every inch of him. his breathing got heavier against the back of your neck. you pushed back against him, frustrated and horny, wanting more.
eren slid his hand down your stomach and slipped it back into your shorts. his fingers found your pussy again, even wetter than before. he rubbed your clit in lazy circles, then pushed two fingers back inside you.
“this what you wanted?” he whispered, lips brushing your ear. he started slowly pumping his fingers while grinding his dick against your ass at the same time.
you nodded, biting your lip hard, trying not to make any noise. your hips started moving with his hand, riding his fingers while your ass kept rubbing back against his dick.
eren breathed heavier against the back of your neck. he pulled his fingers out for a second, then pushed three back in, stretching you more. you gasped quietly and grabbed his wrist, but didn’t push him away.
“you mad at me?” he whispered, smirking against your ear as he slowly fucked you with his fingers. “or you just mad cause i stopped?”
you didn’t answer. instead you pushed your ass back harder on his dick, grinding on him. eren groaned low in his throat and finally pulled his hand out your shorts. he yanked your shorts and panties down to your thighs in one quick motion, then did the same with his sweatpants.
his hard dick sprang out, heavy and hot. he grabbed it and rubbed the thick head up and down your soaked pussy, teasing your entrance, coating himself in your wetness.
“please put it in.. stop playing eren..” you whispered softly.
eren let out a quiet breath and lined himself up. he pushed the head in slowly, just the tip, stretching you open. he stayed there for a second, letting you feel it before pulling back out. he did it again… and again. just the tip, teasing the fuck out of you.
you reached back and grabbed his thigh, trying to pull him deeper, but he held your hip still with a strong grip.
“if you can’t be quiet—”
“i can be quiet.. just do it!” you cut him off, pushing against him. eren laughed softly. then he finally pushed deeper. stretching you with each inch.
your eyes rolled back, lashes fluttering. you reached behind you and gripped the side of his face, pulling him closer. your mouth fell open and even though you swore you could stay quiet, a soft, shaky whimper slipped out.
“shhh,” eren whispered, lips brushing your ear as he bottomed out inside you. he stayed there for a second, letting you adjust to how full you felt.
he started moving — slow, deep strokes under the blanket. the wet sound of your pussy was quiet but obvious between the two of you. every time he pulled back and slid back in, your body trembled.
you bit down hard on your lip, trying to hold it in, but another small moan escaped. eren’s hand quickly came up and covered your mouth gently, his palm warm against your lips.
“you can’t take dick?” he grunted quietly, still fucking you with those long, controlled strokes. his dick was so deep it felt like he was hitting your stomach.
your eyes were watering. the feeling of him stretching your pussy open raw. while trying not to wake up the whole room was making everything more intense.
before you knew it, eren lifted one of your legs, hooking it over his arm. his dick pushed even deeper inside you. you arched your back hard, mouth falling open.
“wait— oh my god—” you whispered, voice breaking. your hand shot down and started rubbing your clit in fast circles, trying to match his pace. your pussy was making the wettest noises now, slick and loud under the blanket with every stroke. you couldn’t control it.
eren groaned low in your ear, gripping your thigh tighter as he fucked you deeper. “you hear that shit?” he breathed. “…pussy creaming all on me.”
you nodded frantically, biting your lip so hard you thought it might bleed. every time he pulled out and slid back in, the wet slapping sounds got a little louder. you were dripping down his dick, down your thighs, making a mess under the blanket.
“eren… slow down,” you whimpered, even though your body was doing the complete opposite. pushing back to meet every thrust.
eren suddenly shoved the blanket down off both of y’all, letting it bunch up around your legs. the cool air hit your sweaty skin and you instantly panicked.
“eren—” you whispered, eyes wide, looking over at kasie and them sleeping on the couch. you were scared somebody was gonna wake up and see him deep inside you like this. raw.
he didn’t care. he just hooked your leg higher and kept fucking you harder now that he wasn’t trapped under the blanket. his hips slapped against your ass quietly but steady. before you could say anything else, he shoved two fingers into your mouth, pressing them against your tongue.
“just take this shit—and be quiet,” he grunted low in your ear, still stroking deep. his fingers muffled your moans while he fucked you even nastier, skin slapping skin, sweat dripping between y’all.
you sucked on his fingers desperately, trying to stay quiet while he fucked you deeper. the sound of his hips hitting your ass was getting riskier.
“you scared somebody gone see me in this pussy?” he whispered, voice rough as he curled his fingers deeper in your mouth. you nodded weakly, eyes watering, but your body kept pushing back on him.
he pulled his fingers out your mouth and grabbed your throat instead, turning your head back toward him. he kissed you sloppily, messy and hungry, while still stroking deep. his dick was hitting spots that had your toes curling and your legs shaking.
“then be quiet,” he grunted against your lips, picking up the pace a little. your pussy was making loud, creamy noises with every thrust now. you reached back and gripped his arm tight, trying to ground yourself, but it felt so good.
eren suddenly pulled out, making you whine at the empty feeling. before you could even react, he flipped you onto your stomach and climbed on top of you, pressing you down into the blankets. he spread your legs wider with his knee and pushed back inside you in one deep thrust.
“fuck—” you moaned into the blanket, gripping it tight. this new position felt even deeper. eren laid his whole body on top of you, chest pressed against your back, and started fucking you.
you couldn’t even be quiet anymore. your best friend’s little brother had you acting completely out of character, moaning and whimpering like you had no sense. and the crazy part? you loved every single second of it.
eren wrapped his hand around your throat and pulled you back harder, forcing your back to arch deeper. you let out a soft, broken gasp as he sank even deeper inside you. it was too much. the wet sounds, your moans, his low grunts — it was all getting way too loud for people being asleep just a few feet away.
his eyes were dark and locked on your face, not looking away for even a second. he gripped your neck tighter, controlling you. “talk to me,” he said softly, almost sweetly, while still stroking deep.
“i— oh my go—” your voice cracked, breaking off into a whimper. you reached up and grabbed at his hand around your throat, trying to loosen his grip a little so you could breathe properly, but he wasn’t letting up.
“no,” he whispered, slowing his strokes just enough for you to really feel every thick inch stretching you open. “say it. say ‘oh my god, eren… you fucking me so good.’”
he gave your face a soft little slap, just enough to sting sweetly, matching the low groan in his voice. his eyes stayed glued to yours, waiting.
you swallowed hard, voice shaky and weak. “oh my god… eren… you fucking me so good,” you moaned quietly, the words barely making it out. saying it out loud made your pussy clench around him even tighter.
eren groaned deep in his chest, satisfied. “mhm… say,” he whispered, still stroking deep and slow. “say ‘i love getting fucked by my best friend’s little brother.’”
you hesitated, embarrassed, but your pussy clenched hard around him at his words. he felt it and let out a low chuckle, tightening his grip on your throat.
“say it,” he repeated, slapping your ass hard enough to make it sting. “don’t get shy now.”
you whimpered, voice shaky and broken as you finally gave in. “i… i love getting fucked by my best friend’s little brother…”
“yeah?” eren’s voice dropped even lower, sounding pleased as hell. he started fucking you harder, deeper, like your words turned him on even more.
eren kept that same slow, deep pace, dragging it out on purpose. he wasn’t rushing at all. every stroke was intentional, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in, making your toes curl.
“that’s crazy,” he whispered against your neck, voice low. “all that arguing… and now you letting me fuck you right here on the floor.”
he reached around and rubbed your clit in slow, teasing circles while still stroking deep. your legs started trembling again. you tried to push back against him but he held your hip still, keeping full control.
“slow down…” you breathed, even though you didn’t really want him to.
eren kissed the back of your shoulder softly. “you don’t want me to slow down,” he said quietly, almost teasing. “you just scared you’re gonna get too loud and wake them up.”
he kept fucking you slow, making sure you felt every inch. “you feel how deep i am? you really want me to pull out and waste all this nut?”
you shook your head weakly, eyes rolling back. “mm-mm… i don’t… i don’t want you to,” you breathed, voice shaky and broken.
eren let out a quiet, mocking laugh and gripped your hip tighter, still stroking deep and steady. “that’s what i thought,” he muttered. his breathing got heavier against your neck as he chased his nut.
he sped up just a little, giving you longer, harder strokes while keeping his voice low. “i dont— wanna pull out okay?” he groaned, “don’t make me pull out..”
your pussy clenched hard around him at his words. eren groaned softly in your ear, clearly enjoying how your body reacted to him.
“tell me you want it,” he demanded quietly, lips brushing your skin. “tell me you want me to nut in you.”
you stayed quiet, breathing hard, trying to hold onto the last bit of pride you had left. eren slowed his strokes down to a torturous pace, dragging his dick almost all the way out before sliding back in deep.
“don’t play with me,” he whispered against your ear, voice low and dark. he gave you one hard, deep thrust, making your mouth fall open. you whimpered into the blanket, your pussy clenching around him uncontrollably.
“eren…” you whined softly.
“say it,” he pressed, gripping your hip tighter, still moving painfully slow. you finally broke, voice shaky and small.
“…i want it,” you whispered. “i want you to cum inside me.”
eren let out a satisfied, cocky breath. “there you go,” he muttered, finally picking up the pace again. “wasn’t that hard, was it?”
“see.. my good girl.” he tightened his grip on your hip and started fucking you harder, deeper, chasing his orgasm.
his breathing got rough and ragged against your neck. after a few more deep strokes, his body tensed up completely. “fuck…” he grunted quietly.
his dick throbbed hard inside you as he pushed all the way in and held himself there. you felt thick, warm spurts of cum shooting deep into your pussy, pulse after pulse. he kept pressing his hips forward like he wanted every single drop to stay as deep as possible. there was so much it started leaking out around his dick while he was still inside you.
eren stayed buried deep for a long moment, breathing heavy against your neck, twitching every few seconds as he finished emptying himself.
when he finally pulled out slowly, he turned you gently onto your side to face him. without saying anything, he wrapped both arms around you tightly and pulled you into his chest, holding you protectively. one of his legs slid between yours as he tucked you close against his body, almost like he was shielding you.
“come here,” he whispered, voice low and a little possessive. he pressed your head into his chest and wrapped you up even tighter, one hand rubbing slow circles on your back while the other rested on your waist.
“you good?” he asked softly, kissing the top of your head. “i got you… just relax.”
he kept you locked in his arms, warm and secure, like he didn’t want even an inch of space between you two. his breathing slowly evened out as he held you, clearly not planning on letting go anytime soon.
─ ˚₊⊹ᰔ Black reader, basically a sex tape, prone bone, creampie
You were mindlessly looking at filters on your laptop, posing silly and what not. You were recording a little vlog for yourself to look back on later..
You were ranting about a new purse you wanted until you saw a familiar figure come in the room and lay behind you. A smile spread across your face when your eyes found Eren.
“What you doing?” He kissed on your skin as he sniffed you. Fuck, you always smelt good.
“Making a vlog.” You giggled as he kept on kissing your neck. “Rennie stop that tickles!”
He kept on kissing your body until his hands trailed down to your tiny little shorts, gently pulling them down. Your giggles started to die out once you realized what you realized he was getting at.
“What are you-“
He shushed you, completely mesmerized by the deep back dimples on full display for him. He kept pulling the material down until they dropped to the floor and the full globes of your ass were on full display for him. He smirked to himself, no underwear as usual.
You whimpered at the contact of the cold air hitting your bare pussy.
and with a pout on your cute face you whined out “Rennie stop I’m filming.”
Safe to say Eren definitely didn't care and proceeded to fuck you on your stomach while you kept recording.
"You feel that baby? Feel how deep I am?"
You couldn't respond, not when he was pounding your guts like he wanted to break you. The bright white ring light on your screen perfectly illuminated your dark skin perfectly, highlighting your face that was glistening with sweat and tears slipping from those pretty doe eyes. Eren never got tired of the way your face scrunched into an ugly expression filled with pleasure as he kept feeding you slow, nasty thrusts.
It all paired perfectly with the way your mic picks up every raw, guttural moan punched out of you and the groans Eren let out near your ear, each slurred moan of his name slipping your trembling lips, and the sound of tour pussy making obscene wet sounds.
"F-fuck! Mmhph.."
Something about this position always had you tearing up. From the way Eren spoke to you, the love he poured into you contrasting how mean his thrusts were as his tip pressed up into that spot that had yourgripping the sheets.
A shiver ran through your body when you felt his hands slide through your curls to pick your head up, molding your body into doggy with your ass arched just the way he liked it. He hit deeper now, settling deep inside you with his balls pressed against your ass just the way you like it.
"I can't...can't do it Rennie!" your breathless pleas fell on deaf ears as he not only laughed in your face but sped up his thrusts, finding pleasure in the you gasped and the way your legs start to slightly shake.
His silky brown hair fell on the sides of your face as he leaned down to suck on the supple part of your neck, your pussy clenching as cream dripped down between y'all. He looked directly into your camera, his eyes locked on how messy beautiful you looked in this state.
"Can feel this- hah! pussy squeezing me. You close baby?"
A dumb nod was all you were able to let out at his question, that warm sensation in your tummy getting closer and closer to the point where you could practically taste it. A silent scream fell on your lips when the thick pads of his fingers rubbed your swollen clit.
"Wait stop….” You could barely warn him as your climax snuck up on you and you gushed all over him, soaking the bed and his legs. You flopped down on the bed, completely limp and exhausted.
Eren spilled into you with a guttural groans at the feeling your cunt spasm around him, spreading your ass to take a look at the way his cum spilled out of you and onto the soaked sheets.
His hands crept down to the mousepad, switching to picture mode while cupping your pouty face while he laid there next to you licking the shell of your ear.
"Say cheese baby."
꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹ - Did not mean to leave for so long, sorry! Quick little draft to get me back into writing cause I literally forgot how.
Also does it look better if I make the text smaller? I feel like I should start doing it for my longer drabbles.
You couldn’t really figure out how you ended up in this position– Eren Jaeger, your ex, on top of you and fucking you senseless.
All you remembered in your current state of bliss was how you heard a knock on your door, opened it, and Eren came storming in.
Yelling at him to get out didn’t work, it never did. He plopped on your couch like second nature, tuning out your screams and insults.
Then you ended up in his lap.
And shortly after your lips were on his, then things went to the bedroom.
“S-Slow down, Eren! Nghhh, I’m close!” Your moans were louder than your earlier yells. Eren landed a harsh slap to your pussy, scoffing.
“Shut up, just shut up.” His calloused hands held your thighs open wide, cock drilling into your cunt, fat tip hitting your cervix with every thrust.
He didn’t look at your face, not once. Eren’s eyes were glued to your bouncing tits and your sloppy pussy, which were only causing him to pound into you harder.
His eyes were filled with an emotion you couldn’t quite pinpoint. Anger? Irritation? Guilt? It seemed like a mix of all three.
“Shit,” he hissed, rhythm becoming rigid and sharp, a clear sign he was about to cum. You knew that for sure. “Hold on, babe.”
“Don’t call me that.” Your retort didn’t even register in Eren’s brain– he was too busy pumping you full of his cum.
Squeezing his cock, your orgasm followed shortly after, coating his length in a milky white that frothed around the base. Eren pulled out, watching the mess leak from your hole for a moment before getting out of your bed.
“Where the fuck are you going?” You watched as Eren redressed himself after cleaning his dick with a tissue, folding your arms over your chest.
“Home,” Eren replied, tossing your clothes onto the bed, his shitty way of “aftercare”. “I’ll see you soon.”
You watched him leave, hearing your front door shut a few moments later. Fed up with his on-and-off bullshit, you made a mental note to never speak to Eren again.
But you couldn’t help yourself from responding to his text later that night.
─ ˚₊⊹ᰔ Black reader, basically a sex tape, prone bone, creampie
You were mindlessly looking at filters on your laptop, posing silly and what not. You were recording a little vlog for yourself to look back on later..
You were ranting about a new purse you wanted until you saw a familiar figure come in the room and lay behind you. A smile spread across your face when your eyes found Eren.
“What you doing?” He kissed on your skin as he sniffed you. Fuck, you always smelt good.
“Making a vlog.” You giggled as he kept on kissing your neck. “Rennie stop that tickles!”
He kept on kissing your body until his hands trailed down to your tiny little shorts, gently pulling them down. Your giggles started to die out once you realized what you realized he was getting at.
“What are you-“
He shushed you, completely mesmerized by the deep back dimples on full display for him. He kept pulling the material down until they dropped to the floor and the full globes of your ass were on full display for him. He smirked to himself, no underwear as usual.
You whimpered at the contact of the cold air hitting your bare pussy.
and with a pout on your cute face you whined out “Rennie stop I’m filming.”
Safe to say Eren definitely didn't care and proceeded to fuck you on your stomach while you kept recording.
"You feel that baby? Feel how deep I am?"
You couldn't respond, not when he was pounding your guts like he wanted to break you. The bright white ring light on your screen perfectly illuminated your dark skin perfectly, highlighting your face that was glistening with sweat and tears slipping from those pretty doe eyes. Eren never got tired of the way your face scrunched into an ugly expression filled with pleasure as he kept feeding you slow, nasty thrusts.
It all paired perfectly with the way your mic picks up every raw, guttural moan punched out of you and the groans Eren let out near your ear, each slurred moan of his name slipping your trembling lips, and the sound of tour pussy making obscene wet sounds.
"F-fuck! Mmhph.."
Something about this position always had you tearing up. From the way Eren spoke to you, the love he poured into you contrasting how mean his thrusts were as his tip pressed up into that spot that had yourgripping the sheets.
A shiver ran through your body when you felt his hands slide through your curls to pick your head up, molding your body into doggy with your ass arched just the way he liked it. He hit deeper now, settling deep inside you with his balls pressed against your ass just the way you like it.
"I can't...can't do it Rennie!" your breathless pleas fell on deaf ears as he not only laughed in your face but sped up his thrusts, finding pleasure in the you gasped and the way your legs start to slightly shake.
His silky brown hair fell on the sides of your face as he leaned down to suck on the supple part of your neck, your pussy clenching as cream dripped down between y'all. He looked directly into your camera, his eyes locked on how messy beautiful you looked in this state.
"Can feel this- hah! pussy squeezing me. You close baby?"
A dumb nod was all you were able to let out at his question, that warm sensation in your tummy getting closer and closer to the point where you could practically taste it. A silent scream fell on your lips when the thick pads of his fingers rubbed your swollen clit.
"Wait stop….” You could barely warn him as your climax snuck up on you and you gushed all over him, soaking the bed and his legs. You flopped down on the bed, completely limp and exhausted.
Eren spilled into you with a guttural groans at the feeling your cunt spasm around him, spreading your ass to take a look at the way his cum spilled out of you and onto the soaked sheets.
His hands crept down to the mousepad, switching to picture mode while cupping your pouty face while he laid there next to you licking the shell of your ear.
"Say cheese baby."
꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹ - Did not mean to leave for so long, sorry! Quick little draft to get me back into writing cause I literally forgot how.
Also does it look better if I make the text smaller? I feel like I should start doing it for my longer drabbles.
