★ wicked game & pt. 2: breaking up with eren is hard, especially when he fucks you stupid in the name of post break up sex. you always end up crawling back to him.
summary after mistaking another guy for eren, you knew it was hopeless trying to move on. it didn't help when you run into the devil himself outside the party, and eren's always had a hard time leaving pretty girls alone.
warnings mean!eren, porn with plot, p in v, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, degradation, pet names (princess, slut, whore, etc.), unprotected sex, creampie, spanking, pussy slapping, all dat good stuff!!
a/n battled and succumbed to writer's block like six times while writing which is why it took so long...enjoy!
lowercase intended.
pt 1 here
you didn’t help eren move out.
you tell yourself it’s because you don’t want to help selfish, arrogant, stupid bastard any more than you’ve had the entire damn relationship, but you’re not fooling yourself. not a even a little.
fine, so you wanted him to take a while moving out so he can stay in longer. so what? it’s lonely in the apartment by yourself, and maybe you should’ve been ready with living alone when you made the decision to break up with your boyfriend but alas. that’s too much thinking ahead.
eren, surprisingly, kept everything curt. he didn’t ask any questions (he already knew the answers to all of them) and he didn’t try to find another opportunity to fuck your brains out in the name of break up sex. when you asked him where he was going, he said mikasa’s.
you pretended like that name didn’t shoot daggers in your chest and how he settled on going to mikasa’s, out of all places, after leaving you didn’t hurt, but you told yourself not to care. why should you? he’s not your responsibility anymore. he can fuck her and bend her backwards while doing it for all you care.
so why did you care so much when connie told you he was actually doing it?
“i don’t think i should’ve told you that,” connie slurs, blunt sandwiched between his fingers. the dumbass is all drugged out, yes, but he still has some sense of mind when he sees the expression on your face. he gets a feeling that he might’ve fucked up. “wait, y/n, it’s not like that though for real…” he continues, but you don’t listen. can’t. connie proceeds to overexplain himself like he always does as you tap out your cigarette and grab your stuff, not being able to process a word he says. you don’t know why you feel that ugly, anxious ball at the pit of your stomach. and you know you shouldn’t care, eren—fuck ass eren—is fucking dirt at your feet but you can’t help the jealousy that flared and fueled you, as if it was your boyfriend who was fucking behind your back.
your route home somehow turned into going to ymir and historia’s apartment, where you sulked off their couch and drank their booze until they felt sorry enough for you to dress you up in their clothes and drag you out the house, stuff you in the back of historia's pastel volkswagen convertible and boot you off to a party. a crowded, stinky and sweaty party with the bass cranked up loud enough for you to drown out all the thoughts that's been keeping you going back to pink whitney even though you fucking hate it.
"find yourself a tough guy and take the car if you want," ymir winks at you before the crowd sucks her in. "don't tell historia i said that though." and just like that she was gone, and you no longer know what to do with yourself.
bodies mesh and push against you and there were people everywhere, yet you feel so incredibly alone. for the past two years, every party that you went, there was eren's hand lingering possessively on your back, his voice laughing into your ear as you judged all the shitfaced people in your way, his large palm covering the surface of all the drinks you pick up, guarding them with his life. holding back your hair as you vomitted into a stranger's toilet bowl, kissing you until your lips swole and you whining for him to take you home and touch you in a secluded corner.
you have been fighting all these thoughts of eren in your head all damn week, and that's why you were here. why your girls dragged you here, and you needed to fucking move on. you ripped the bandage off, dammit, and now you can't even deal with the consequences of what you did. frustrated and determined, you did the only thing you know how: find a sofa, slither on the guy sitting in it and snag a cigarette off of him. get maybe a shot or three, too. and then wait to see where the night takes you.
it definitely took you somewhere.
you're in a bedroom upstairs, and by the looks of it, the poor mattress was home to a dozen one night stands tonight. and yours is the next. the guy—jake? john? jace?—is sucking large, mean bites into your neck and you don't even know his name. what you do know, though, is that his hair is dark and unruly, his eyes are green and dangerous, and that ticked all the boxes you had. he smells like alcohol and pine and not the teak and sandalwood cologne you buried your face in every morning, but he'll do.
"i am one lucky man tonight," the man grins above you. somehow he is all undressed and you are too, face down ass up and your drunken smile creased the sheets that pressed against your face. "you're beautiful, y/n." you hear jake or john or jace slip a condom on and then he was pressed against you, smearing your wetness around your hole with his tip and push slowly inside you, groaning at how your pussy stretched and hugged him and you'd be lying if you say you hadn't missed this. you whine, greedy for more while the fuckass guy behind you is taking his sweet fucking time.
"eren, please," you whimper, nudging your ass back to meet his cock. the body behind you freezes but you're too out of it to notice. or care. "eren—i want it, want y-you-"
"who the fuck is eren?"
the warmth leaves you and you snap out of it, scrambling up the bed. staring back at you is black hair and green eyes, yes, but not eren.
fuck. definitely not eren.
"what the fuck? who the fuck is eren?" the guy screams at you, and through the dizziness you quickly hop off the bed and start collecting your clothes, slipping them on. the guy, however, is not letting you leave without an explanation, demanding and yelling as you begin to leave.
"eren's my ex," you say bluntly, pushing the door open. the guy is still frozen in his spot, undressed and everything. condom still on, and you cannot believe that he was fucking inside you. you miss eren, fuck, and you miss him so bad, and this whole fucking distraction you pulled, you realized, is useless. "sorry, jake."
you shut the door and ignore the loud "it's john, godammit!" that follows. you hurriedly descend down the stairs, phone pressed against your ear, ymir on dial.
of course she didn't pick up, and you scold at yourself for expecting her to. you run outside and look around frantically for any signs of historia's brightly-colored car, you can't miss it. and it isn't there.
they left.
panic settles in. how long have you been here? the party was still raging on, the music was still loud enough to thrash your eardrums out of your head, and there is still people pulling up. people pushed and knocked over you and you stress about what to do, who to call, how to fucking leave, and you hate how your first instinct was to call eren.
you plop down on the pavement outside the house, helpless. eren's probably with mikasa right now, whispering the same things he said to you in her ear and fucking her the same way he fucked you, the same way that got you cumming and creaming on his dick until you sobbed against his arm and you pretend that it doesn't break your heart. you've been handling the breakup so well (you haven't) and you are jealous. jealous how three fucking weeks after the breakup he was able to move on from you, seeing other people and yet it has been twice the moment of time and you can't, for the life of you, do the same.
you should probably call an uber. maybe go back to the party to steal someone's jacket to cover your, admittedly, very revealing outfit that ymir devilishly picked out for you and go home. stuff your face with ice cream and cry to some stupid romcom and wish you still had a body to sleep with at night and-
"y/n?"
probably dig into the stash you've been meticulously rationing that connie gave you for your birthday. that man always have the best stuff, maybe you should ask him to give you his dealer...
"y/n? y/n!"
but you'd rather get it for free when you bum off of connie anyways. maybe that's for the best, need to save some of that money for the lipstick you've been eyeing-
"holy fuck, y/n!!"
you snap out of your haze by someone shaking you, and when you look up, you thought, for a brief second that you were dreaming.
"rennie?"
you blink, carefully taking him in. no, this isn’t jake or john or any other lookalike, this is eren. your eren, crouched on the concrete sidewalk with you, big green eyes illuminated by the sliver of moonlight creeping by. his hair has gotten the slightest bit longer, and his brows are knitted together. he does not look pleased.
"y/n, what the hell are you doing?"
you resist hard not to extend your arms open for a hug. god, you could use a hug. his head tilts, eyes roaming your face.
"are you crying?"
your hand instinctively reaches up to wipe at your face, surprised to find teardrops rolling down your cheeks. you hadn’t even realized. you dapple away the tears hurried with your sweaty hands, and once you’re done you’re unable to look up at eren. shame heats up your cheeks as you sit, shoulders slumped and eren crouches in front of you, eyes roaming your dejected frame for any information at all.
you don’t speak. what the fuck were you thinking, wanting eren back? it’s hard to remember the countless nights he left you alone in your shared apartment as he attended house parties, one after another without a single text or call, it’s hard to remember forgotten anniversaries and plans because he was too busy getting shitfaced in the middle of nowhere and it’s hard to remember why you, you chose to break up with him when everything in you ache for that familiar warmth and comfort again. it’s hard, but you remember anyway. he’s already moved on, and he doesn’t want you.
it stings, and you accept it. he doesn’t want you.
“you need a ride?” he says finally, after a while. he stands up, and you hear the flicker of a lighter. and soon the smell of cigarette smoke. “you giving me the silent treatment now?”
“leave me alone,” you mumble, zero bite. eren chuckles.
he can never leave you alone.
which is why you find yourself in the passenger seat of his car, his tongue down your throat and hands roughly groping your skimpy outfit. he tastes like cigarettes and spearmint and yours and it was all rationality out the window, along with the borrowed jacket you had wrapped around yourself that eren threw out the car.
“smells like another man,” he says simply, squeezing himself all up in your personal space, teeth sunken in your plush lips. his large palm holds your jaw gently, lovingly, and you can't be bothered to think that this is all a stupid idea. you hate eren, but when his hand is inching closer up the plush of your thighs, you can't swear that you do.
you lace your fingers through his hair, nails scraping against his scalp. it was complete chance that he'd run into you tonight, and he thank god for that chance. he yank your head sideways by your hair, leaving your pretty neck exposed all for him and he's been thinking about it, thinking about marking you all up as his again when he sees it. three dark, bruising hickeys trailing down from beneath your earlobes to your nape.
you notice immediately when eren freezes. your eyes open and blinks slowly at his unreadable face. you try your best, but you never know what eren is thinking.
the hand gently cradling your face becomes rough, as he near crack your neck from forcing your head further sideways. "what is that?" eren says, voice low. his fingers come to caress the nasty marks but reeled back quickly, as if it burned him.
"mosquito bites," you lie under your breath, trying to flick your hair down your neck to cover it.
"think i was born yesterday, sweetheart?" eren pulls back completely, and pathetically, you almost chase after his touch. he flicks the burning cigarette out the window, shifting the car to drive. and you, you cower lower and lower in the passenger seat, cheeks burning.
and so you find yourself completely naked on eren's bed, desperately trying to cover some of yourself with your arms and body heating up in embarrassment as eren sits between your thighs, fully clothed, hands spreading you open until you were completely exposed to him.
"aww, poor baby," he coos mockingly, and you jump when you feel a finger sneaking up your folds, circling around your twitching hole. "he barely stretched you out at all. did you even get to cum, sweetheart?"
you whine, nudging at eren softly with your thighs, needy. he laughs, but there is zero humor in it, before landing a sudden slap to your pussy, the contact between his palm and your wet heat making a nasty schhhlttttt! you let out a sharp cry, instinctively pulling yourself away but eren hold you in place, strong hands pinning you open.
"answer when i ask you a question, doll," he says boredly, pressing a firm finger against your clit, watching you squirm predictably, full, glossy lips stuck in a pretty ‘o’. when you say nothing still, overwhelmed, he slaps your pussy again, harder this time. "i said, answer."
he almost felt pity when you shake your head violently to avoid another slap, eyes watery. almost. "fucking slut," he spits, taking note of the way your pretty bottom lip tremble, tears threatening to spill out from all his mean words. and he takes notes of how he knows you like it. "already actin' up and i haven't even touched you. you miss me that bad baby?" without warning, he shoves two fingers in you, curling hard. you gasp from the sudden penetration, back arching off the mattress. you couldn’t help the wanton moans falling out of your mouth as he begins to fingerfuck you, long fingers stretching your walls.
"y-yes, missed you rennie," you hiccup, eyes rolled to the back of your head, spewing out nonsense you're going to forget and regret later. "miss you miss you mmhm…!" his fingers find the perfect gummy spot inside you and presses and hold, just the way he knows you like. embarrassingly fast, you feel the familiar heat building at the pit at your tummy. pathetically, you begin grinding your hips helplessly at his fingers, trying to take them deeper, begging for more.
and eren always read you like an open book. he lowers himself until he is eye-to-eye with your drooling pussy and flattens his tongue against your clit, fingers still jackhammering in and out of you. your fingers find the unruly mess of his hair and grabs, hips bucking up and forcing him down, legs trapping his head between your thighs, chasing your orgasm. he laps at your folds greedily, groaning and humming against your heat like a man fucking starved. he knows you are close, can tell by the way your body locks and your breaths start to shorten into high pitched moans so ever like the gentleman that everyone knows he is, he makes sure to pulls his fingers out the moment he knew you were going to cum.
having strung to your fullest and immediately be let down, you collapse like a deflated balloon, and it doesn’t take long for frustrated tears to start spilling down your pretty face. "eren..." you whimper sadly, betrayed. the very image of a kicked puppy and your poor pussy clenching around nothing, you are agonized.
"that's what you deserve, don't you think?" eren says casually, unapologetic and oh so cruel. he pulls back stands up, and for a moment you think he is going to leave you there as some kind of sick get back for tonight. “maybe you should go ask that guy for an orgasm, hm?”
“no—no! only want you, only want you eren—!” you plea, scrambling up the bed and settling down on your knees on the mattress, just to be closer to him. you grab his shirt just to hang onto it, to make sure he doesn’t leave, humiliation be damned. “please,” you say pitifully, suddenly aware of how vulnerable you are. you’re stark naked, on your knees and begging in front of your ex boyfriend who you broke up with, asking him to fuck you. what a time.
eren’s large palm caresses your jaw, and you nuzzle into it out of muscle memory. that’s what you tell yourself, not because you’re eager to please him. obviously not.
“please what, princess?”
you tug at his shirt again, your other hand roaming underneath it, just to feel the comfort of warm skin under yours. sneakily, or so you think, you slither the same hand down his toned stomach and settle right over the budge in his pants. you place your mouth on it, giving his clothed dick an open mouthed kiss, hand pressing only slightly down. you don’t miss eren’s sharp intake of breath and you continue, continue to tease as your way of pleading until eren grows too impatient (which never takes too long) and flip you over roughly, face landing in the crinkled sheets with the thump.
eren is anything but gentle, hurriedly unzipping his way too baggy jeans and then his dick is nudging at your entrance, collecting your slick and his spit on the tip. his hand presses firmly against your back, pressing you down and in place so you can't squirm or whither away.
you remember yours and eren's first time. how slow and careful he was, murmuring sweet praises in your ear and gathering you in his arms as your nails dug deep in his bicep. eren is different now, entirely different when he bottoms out from the first thrust, forcing your tight walls to open and accommodate him. not giving you anytime to adjust to the stretch, he fucks you, watching how your pretty pussy hugs him so perfectly, watching the jiggle of your ass as he pounds in and out of you.
he didn't miss how your pussy clench impossibly tighter around him as he smacks your ass. once, twice, and however many times until the soft skin flared red and you were sobbing against the pillow, crying his name over and over again. you can never live without eren, you realize amidst the haze in your brain. you can live without his hot-and-cold personality, can live without how he always forget to take out the damn trash. but god, there is not a single person out there who can make you feel like this, who can fuck you like this, and eren, damn him, knows it. knows it well enough so when he mocks you and ridicules you for it, you can never deny him.
"so goddamn tight, didn't have nobody to stretch you out like this when i wasn't here?" eren tangles a hand in your hair and yank, arching your back off the mattress and the other hand grabbing a fistful of tits. "poor girl."
the familiar feeling in your belly creeps back like a freight train, twice as needy as the first one that shattered. your body is putty in eren’s hands, wire strung tight and begging to snap. “needa cum," you whine against his neck, where you shamelessly buried your face. "needa cum 'ren, can't hold it--please please please!"
eren’s pace never falters, dick repeatedly jamming against against your cervix with zero regard for the bruising whatsoever. his hand comes to flick at your clit, soft padding of fingers pressing against your swollen and hardened bud. "cum," he commands, and you crash.
your body convulses, shaken with pleasure and eren's touching you in every perfect way, exactly how you like and you crumble in his arms, pussy pulsating violently around his dick and you squirt, hot liquid spraying all over the bed and soaking everything, your arousal trickling down thighs and skin.
as soon as you register what you just did, your cheeks immediately heat up in embarrassment, quickly turning to eren anxiously to see how he'd react. if he would think it's weird. and you should've known that freak of nature was into it. there are fucking stars in his stupid eyes.
"you're so fucking hot, y/n," he croons delightedly, still insistently pumping in and out of you, each thrust now accompanied with a wet squelchhhh! from your orgasm. his hands tightly grip your ass, spreading them open to see and marvel at the sight of your your sloppy pussy take him so well. "mm gonna let me cum inside princess? let me use this pretty body?"
you nod shakily, fingers curling into your pillow as the aftermath of your orgasm quickly folds into to overstimulation and he's already there, each thrust growing sloppier and sloppier until he's spilling into you with a long, low groan, fucking his hot cum deeper and deeper until he’s emptied everything into you.
eren collapses next to you on the bed, both of your chests heaving. your legs fall open automatically, and you feel his cum slowly leaking out of your fucked out pussy, strangely feeling whole again.
"was i better?"
you smack him, albeit weakly. "you're still on that?!"
"of course i'm still on that!" eren cower away from you defensively, his tone indignant. "you slept with another man!"
"you slept with mikasa!"
"when did i sleep with mikasa?" eren says incredulously, and you can always tell if he's lying. his ears always turn the slightest shade of red and his eyebrow would start to weirdly twitch. "you're crazy, woman!"
his ears stayed the same color. and his eyebrows didn't twitch.
you groan, covering your face with your hands shamefully.
connie's gonna get beat to a damn pulp when you get your hands on him.
summary after mistaking another guy for eren, you knew it was hopeless trying to move on. it didn't help when you run into the devil himself outside the party, and eren's always had a hard time leaving pretty girls alone.
warnings mean!eren, porn with plot, p in v, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, degradation, pet names (princess, slut, whore, etc.), unprotected sex, creampie, spanking, pussy slapping, all dat good stuff!!
a/n battled and succumbed to writer's block like six times while writing which is why it took so long...enjoy!
lowercase intended.
pt 1 here
you didn’t help eren move out.
you tell yourself it’s because you don’t want to help selfish, arrogant, stupid bastard any more than you’ve had the entire damn relationship, but you’re not fooling yourself. not a even a little.
fine, so you wanted him to take a while moving out so he can stay in longer. so what? it’s lonely in the apartment by yourself, and maybe you should’ve been ready with living alone when you made the decision to break up with your boyfriend but alas. that’s too much thinking ahead.
eren, surprisingly, kept everything curt. he didn’t ask any questions (he already knew the answers to all of them) and he didn’t try to find another opportunity to fuck your brains out in the name of break up sex. when you asked him where he was going, he said mikasa’s.
you pretended like that name didn’t shoot daggers in your chest and how he settled on going to mikasa’s, out of all places, after leaving you didn’t hurt, but you told yourself not to care. why should you? he’s not your responsibility anymore. he can fuck her and bend her backwards while doing it for all you care.
so why did you care so much when connie told you he was actually doing it?
“i don’t think i should’ve told you that,” connie slurs, blunt sandwiched between his fingers. the dumbass is all drugged out, yes, but he still has some sense of mind when he sees the expression on your face. he gets a feeling that he might’ve fucked up. “wait, y/n, it’s not like that though for real…” he continues, but you don’t listen. can’t. connie proceeds to overexplain himself like he always does as you tap out your cigarette and grab your stuff, not being able to process a word he says. you don’t know why you feel that ugly, anxious ball at the pit of your stomach. and you know you shouldn’t care, eren—fuck ass eren—is fucking dirt at your feet but you can’t help the jealousy that flared and fueled you, as if it was your boyfriend who was fucking behind your back.
your route home somehow turned into going to ymir and historia’s apartment, where you sulked off their couch and drank their booze until they felt sorry enough for you to dress you up in their clothes and drag you out the house, stuff you in the back of historia's pastel volkswagen convertible and boot you off to a party. a crowded, stinky and sweaty party with the bass cranked up loud enough for you to drown out all the thoughts that's been keeping you going back to pink whitney even though you fucking hate it.
"find yourself a tough guy and take the car if you want," ymir winks at you before the crowd sucks her in. "don't tell historia i said that though." and just like that she was gone, and you no longer know what to do with yourself.
bodies mesh and push against you and there were people everywhere, yet you feel so incredibly alone. for the past two years, every party that you went, there was eren's hand lingering possessively on your back, his voice laughing into your ear as you judged all the shitfaced people in your way, his large palm covering the surface of all the drinks you pick up, guarding them with his life. holding back your hair as you vomitted into a stranger's toilet bowl, kissing you until your lips swole and you whining for him to take you home and touch you in a secluded corner.
you have been fighting all these thoughts of eren in your head all damn week, and that's why you were here. why your girls dragged you here, and you needed to fucking move on. you ripped the bandage off, dammit, and now you can't even deal with the consequences of what you did. frustrated and determined, you did the only thing you know how: find a sofa, slither on the guy sitting in it and snag a cigarette off of him. get maybe a shot or three, too. and then wait to see where the night takes you.
it definitely took you somewhere.
you're in a bedroom upstairs, and by the looks of it, the poor mattress was home to a dozen one night stands tonight. and yours is the next. the guy—jake? john? jace?—is sucking large, mean bites into your neck and you don't even know his name. what you do know, though, is that his hair is dark and unruly, his eyes are green and dangerous, and that ticked all the boxes you had. he smells like alcohol and pine and not the teak and sandalwood cologne you buried your face in every morning, but he'll do.
"i am one lucky man tonight," the man grins above you. somehow he is all undressed and you are too, face down ass up and your drunken smile creased the sheets that pressed against your face. "you're beautiful, y/n." you hear jake or john or jace slip a condom on and then he was pressed against you, smearing your wetness around your hole with his tip and push slowly inside you, groaning at how your pussy stretched and hugged him and you'd be lying if you say you hadn't missed this. you whine, greedy for more while the fuckass guy behind you is taking his sweet fucking time.
"eren, please," you whimper, nudging your ass back to meet his cock. the body behind you freezes but you're too out of it to notice. or care. "eren—i want it, want y-you-"
"who the fuck is eren?"
the warmth leaves you and you snap out of it, scrambling up the bed. staring back at you is black hair and green eyes, yes, but not eren.
fuck. definitely not eren.
"what the fuck? who the fuck is eren?" the guy screams at you, and through the dizziness you quickly hop off the bed and start collecting your clothes, slipping them on. the guy, however, is not letting you leave without an explanation, demanding and yelling as you begin to leave.
"eren's my ex," you say bluntly, pushing the door open. the guy is still frozen in his spot, undressed and everything. condom still on, and you cannot believe that he was fucking inside you. you miss eren, fuck, and you miss him so bad, and this whole fucking distraction you pulled, you realized, is useless. "sorry, jake."
you shut the door and ignore the loud "it's john, godammit!" that follows. you hurriedly descend down the stairs, phone pressed against your ear, ymir on dial.
of course she didn't pick up, and you scold at yourself for expecting her to. you run outside and look around frantically for any signs of historia's brightly-colored car, you can't miss it. and it isn't there.
they left.
panic settles in. how long have you been here? the party was still raging on, the music was still loud enough to thrash your eardrums out of your head, and there is still people pulling up. people pushed and knocked over you and you stress about what to do, who to call, how to fucking leave, and you hate how your first instinct was to call eren.
you plop down on the pavement outside the house, helpless. eren's probably with mikasa right now, whispering the same things he said to you in her ear and fucking her the same way he fucked you, the same way that got you cumming and creaming on his dick until you sobbed against his arm and you pretend that it doesn't break your heart. you've been handling the breakup so well (you haven't) and you are jealous. jealous how three fucking weeks after the breakup he was able to move on from you, seeing other people and yet it has been twice the moment of time and you can't, for the life of you, do the same.
you should probably call an uber. maybe go back to the party to steal someone's jacket to cover your, admittedly, very revealing outfit that ymir devilishly picked out for you and go home. stuff your face with ice cream and cry to some stupid romcom and wish you still had a body to sleep with at night and-
"y/n?"
probably dig into the stash you've been meticulously rationing that connie gave you for your birthday. that man always have the best stuff, maybe you should ask him to give you his dealer...
"y/n? y/n!"
but you'd rather get it for free when you bum off of connie anyways. maybe that's for the best, need to save some of that money for the lipstick you've been eyeing-
"holy fuck, y/n!!"
you snap out of your haze by someone shaking you, and when you look up, you thought, for a brief second that you were dreaming.
"rennie?"
you blink, carefully taking him in. no, this isn’t jake or john or any other lookalike, this is eren. your eren, crouched on the concrete sidewalk with you, big green eyes illuminated by the sliver of moonlight creeping by. his hair has gotten the slightest bit longer, and his brows are knitted together. he does not look pleased.
"y/n, what the hell are you doing?"
you resist hard not to extend your arms open for a hug. god, you could use a hug. his head tilts, eyes roaming your face.
"are you crying?"
your hand instinctively reaches up to wipe at your face, surprised to find teardrops rolling down your cheeks. you hadn’t even realized. you dapple away the tears hurried with your sweaty hands, and once you’re done you’re unable to look up at eren. shame heats up your cheeks as you sit, shoulders slumped and eren crouches in front of you, eyes roaming your dejected frame for any information at all.
you don’t speak. what the fuck were you thinking, wanting eren back? it’s hard to remember the countless nights he left you alone in your shared apartment as he attended house parties, one after another without a single text or call, it’s hard to remember forgotten anniversaries and plans because he was too busy getting shitfaced in the middle of nowhere and it’s hard to remember why you, you chose to break up with him when everything in you ache for that familiar warmth and comfort again. it’s hard, but you remember anyway. he’s already moved on, and he doesn’t want you.
it stings, and you accept it. he doesn’t want you.
“you need a ride?” he says finally, after a while. he stands up, and you hear the flicker of a lighter. and soon the smell of cigarette smoke. “you giving me the silent treatment now?”
“leave me alone,” you mumble, zero bite. eren chuckles.
he can never leave you alone.
which is why you find yourself in the passenger seat of his car, his tongue down your throat and hands roughly groping your skimpy outfit. he tastes like cigarettes and spearmint and yours and it was all rationality out the window, along with the borrowed jacket you had wrapped around yourself that eren threw out the car.
“smells like another man,” he says simply, squeezing himself all up in your personal space, teeth sunken in your plush lips. his large palm holds your jaw gently, lovingly, and you can't be bothered to think that this is all a stupid idea. you hate eren, but when his hand is inching closer up the plush of your thighs, you can't swear that you do.
you lace your fingers through his hair, nails scraping against his scalp. it was complete chance that he'd run into you tonight, and he thank god for that chance. he yank your head sideways by your hair, leaving your pretty neck exposed all for him and he's been thinking about it, thinking about marking you all up as his again when he sees it. three dark, bruising hickeys trailing down from beneath your earlobes to your nape.
you notice immediately when eren freezes. your eyes open and blinks slowly at his unreadable face. you try your best, but you never know what eren is thinking.
the hand gently cradling your face becomes rough, as he near crack your neck from forcing your head further sideways. "what is that?" eren says, voice low. his fingers come to caress the nasty marks but reeled back quickly, as if it burned him.
"mosquito bites," you lie under your breath, trying to flick your hair down your neck to cover it.
"think i was born yesterday, sweetheart?" eren pulls back completely, and pathetically, you almost chase after his touch. he flicks the burning cigarette out the window, shifting the car to drive. and you, you cower lower and lower in the passenger seat, cheeks burning.
and so you find yourself completely naked on eren's bed, desperately trying to cover some of yourself with your arms and body heating up in embarrassment as eren sits between your thighs, fully clothed, hands spreading you open until you were completely exposed to him.
"aww, poor baby," he coos mockingly, and you jump when you feel a finger sneaking up your folds, circling around your twitching hole. "he barely stretched you out at all. did you even get to cum, sweetheart?"
you whine, nudging at eren softly with your thighs, needy. he laughs, but there is zero humor in it, before landing a sudden slap to your pussy, the contact between his palm and your wet heat making a nasty schhhlttttt! you let out a sharp cry, instinctively pulling yourself away but eren hold you in place, strong hands pinning you open.
"answer when i ask you a question, doll," he says boredly, pressing a firm finger against your clit, watching you squirm predictably, full, glossy lips stuck in a pretty ‘o’. when you say nothing still, overwhelmed, he slaps your pussy again, harder this time. "i said, answer."
he almost felt pity when you shake your head violently to avoid another slap, eyes watery. almost. "fucking slut," he spits, taking note of the way your pretty bottom lip tremble, tears threatening to spill out from all his mean words. and he takes notes of how he knows you like it. "already actin' up and i haven't even touched you. you miss me that bad baby?" without warning, he shoves two fingers in you, curling hard. you gasp from the sudden penetration, back arching off the mattress. you couldn’t help the wanton moans falling out of your mouth as he begins to fingerfuck you, long fingers stretching your walls.
"y-yes, missed you rennie," you hiccup, eyes rolled to the back of your head, spewing out nonsense you're going to forget and regret later. "miss you miss you mmhm…!" his fingers find the perfect gummy spot inside you and presses and hold, just the way he knows you like. embarrassingly fast, you feel the familiar heat building at the pit at your tummy. pathetically, you begin grinding your hips helplessly at his fingers, trying to take them deeper, begging for more.
and eren always read you like an open book. he lowers himself until he is eye-to-eye with your drooling pussy and flattens his tongue against your clit, fingers still jackhammering in and out of you. your fingers find the unruly mess of his hair and grabs, hips bucking up and forcing him down, legs trapping his head between your thighs, chasing your orgasm. he laps at your folds greedily, groaning and humming against your heat like a man fucking starved. he knows you are close, can tell by the way your body locks and your breaths start to shorten into high pitched moans so ever like the gentleman that everyone knows he is, he makes sure to pulls his fingers out the moment he knew you were going to cum.
having strung to your fullest and immediately be let down, you collapse like a deflated balloon, and it doesn’t take long for frustrated tears to start spilling down your pretty face. "eren..." you whimper sadly, betrayed. the very image of a kicked puppy and your poor pussy clenching around nothing, you are agonized.
"that's what you deserve, don't you think?" eren says casually, unapologetic and oh so cruel. he pulls back stands up, and for a moment you think he is going to leave you there as some kind of sick get back for tonight. “maybe you should go ask that guy for an orgasm, hm?”
“no—no! only want you, only want you eren—!” you plea, scrambling up the bed and settling down on your knees on the mattress, just to be closer to him. you grab his shirt just to hang onto it, to make sure he doesn’t leave, humiliation be damned. “please,” you say pitifully, suddenly aware of how vulnerable you are. you’re stark naked, on your knees and begging in front of your ex boyfriend who you broke up with, asking him to fuck you. what a time.
eren’s large palm caresses your jaw, and you nuzzle into it out of muscle memory. that’s what you tell yourself, not because you’re eager to please him. obviously not.
“please what, princess?”
you tug at his shirt again, your other hand roaming underneath it, just to feel the comfort of warm skin under yours. sneakily, or so you think, you slither the same hand down his toned stomach and settle right over the budge in his pants. you place your mouth on it, giving his clothed dick an open mouthed kiss, hand pressing only slightly down. you don’t miss eren’s sharp intake of breath and you continue, continue to tease as your way of pleading until eren grows too impatient (which never takes too long) and flip you over roughly, face landing in the crinkled sheets with the thump.
eren is anything but gentle, hurriedly unzipping his way too baggy jeans and then his dick is nudging at your entrance, collecting your slick and his spit on the tip. his hand presses firmly against your back, pressing you down and in place so you can't squirm or whither away.
you remember yours and eren's first time. how slow and careful he was, murmuring sweet praises in your ear and gathering you in his arms as your nails dug deep in his bicep. eren is different now, entirely different when he bottoms out from the first thrust, forcing your tight walls to open and accommodate him. not giving you anytime to adjust to the stretch, he fucks you, watching how your pretty pussy hugs him so perfectly, watching the jiggle of your ass as he pounds in and out of you.
he didn't miss how your pussy clench impossibly tighter around him as he smacks your ass. once, twice, and however many times until the soft skin flared red and you were sobbing against the pillow, crying his name over and over again. you can never live without eren, you realize amidst the haze in your brain. you can live without his hot-and-cold personality, can live without how he always forget to take out the damn trash. but god, there is not a single person out there who can make you feel like this, who can fuck you like this, and eren, damn him, knows it. knows it well enough so when he mocks you and ridicules you for it, you can never deny him.
"so goddamn tight, didn't have nobody to stretch you out like this when i wasn't here?" eren tangles a hand in your hair and yank, arching your back off the mattress and the other hand grabbing a fistful of tits. "poor girl."
the familiar feeling in your belly creeps back like a freight train, twice as needy as the first one that shattered. your body is putty in eren’s hands, wire strung tight and begging to snap. “needa cum," you whine against his neck, where you shamelessly buried your face. "needa cum 'ren, can't hold it--please please please!"
eren’s pace never falters, dick repeatedly jamming against against your cervix with zero regard for the bruising whatsoever. his hand comes to flick at your clit, soft padding of fingers pressing against your swollen and hardened bud. "cum," he commands, and you crash.
your body convulses, shaken with pleasure and eren's touching you in every perfect way, exactly how you like and you crumble in his arms, pussy pulsating violently around his dick and you squirt, hot liquid spraying all over the bed and soaking everything, your arousal trickling down thighs and skin.
as soon as you register what you just did, your cheeks immediately heat up in embarrassment, quickly turning to eren anxiously to see how he'd react. if he would think it's weird. and you should've known that freak of nature was into it. there are fucking stars in his stupid eyes.
"you're so fucking hot, y/n," he croons delightedly, still insistently pumping in and out of you, each thrust now accompanied with a wet squelchhhh! from your orgasm. his hands tightly grip your ass, spreading them open to see and marvel at the sight of your your sloppy pussy take him so well. "mm gonna let me cum inside princess? let me use this pretty body?"
you nod shakily, fingers curling into your pillow as the aftermath of your orgasm quickly folds into to overstimulation and he's already there, each thrust growing sloppier and sloppier until he's spilling into you with a long, low groan, fucking his hot cum deeper and deeper until he’s emptied everything into you.
eren collapses next to you on the bed, both of your chests heaving. your legs fall open automatically, and you feel his cum slowly leaking out of your fucked out pussy, strangely feeling whole again.
"was i better?"
you smack him, albeit weakly. "you're still on that?!"
"of course i'm still on that!" eren cower away from you defensively, his tone indignant. "you slept with another man!"
"you slept with mikasa!"
"when did i sleep with mikasa?" eren says incredulously, and you can always tell if he's lying. his ears always turn the slightest shade of red and his eyebrow would start to weirdly twitch. "you're crazy, woman!"
his ears stayed the same color. and his eyebrows didn't twitch.
you groan, covering your face with your hands shamefully.
connie's gonna get beat to a damn pulp when you get your hands on him.
୨୧ — "Keep holding onto that stupid stuffed animal," Sukuna snarls, forcing your thighs wider with no regard for your trembling muscles. The seam of his pants grinds into your swollen clit as he aligns himself, fully clothed while you're left bare, undone beneath him. He flashes you a grin, "I want you to ruin it- drown it in your tears while i remind you what this pretty body was made for."
Your grip tightens on the Hello Kitty plush, nails biting into it's cotton face as your wet lashes blink up at him. His cock slips back into your cunt, stretching you around the previous load he'd already left inside.
"m'too full," You whimper, "gonna- gon' burst- please-"
"Shut up." he growls, teeth grazing your jaw. His thrusts start sharp- hard enough to make your breasts jiggle with each smack of his hips. His pace is unrelenting- like he's trying to beat his cum deeper into you with each snap forward. You feel a little bit of it spill out each time he pulls out, only to have it squish back in alongside more, "You're pathetic, but fuck-" Sukuna's teeth sink into the tender spot below your ear, "this pussy makes up for everything.
Your sobs fill the room, swallowed by the now damp plush clutched to your face, your teeth digging into its worn material as the tip of his cock beats into your cervix- "s'ho full- s'too big! nngh-!" you hiccup, your belly slightly bulging where the fat head of his cock attempts to stretch your womb.
"Fuck... I can see it again" he croons, pressing a thumb to the slight swell of your belly, "almost feel bad for the next poor bastard-" Sukuna laughs lowly, "he won't be able to fill you half as good."
There won't be a next guy. He'd fucking make sure of it- not when you looked so perfect, so needy with him, crying his name in your sweet little voice. But you don't need to know that. Don't need to know he'll be keeping an eye out, waiting for some other schmuck to get handsy and let his guard down long enough for Sukuna to slip a hand around his neck and drag him to the nearest dark alley... or an abandoned building. Whichever is closest at the time.
The fairy lights above cast a soft glow over your writhing form as he uses you roughly, degrading words falling from his lips between harsh grunts. Your glossed lips part around desperate moans as he hits that spongey spot deep within you- the one that has you squeezing tighter around his dick.
"That’s it- squeeze me," he grunts, one hand yanking your hair until your throat arches, the other locking around your waist as he dips his head low, tongue sliding across your tear damp cheek. "Look at you, mascara running down your face, lip gloss smeared everywhere," he taunts, yanking your head to force eye contact. "Such a pretty little mess-" his pretty little mess... "Bet you can't even count how many times I've filled this greedy cunt today."
You shake your head pitifully, proving him right as hot tears streak your flushed face, dampening the plush toy more. Every roll of his cock inside you wrings out another ragged cry until speech is impossible- just broken pleas.
Sukuna chuckles, the sound almost affectionate if not for the cruelty glinting in his red eyes, "That's right, numbers are too hard for that empty head," he mocks, "just focus on taking my cock like a good little bimbo. It's all you're good for anyway." Its not... And he hates that- how you managed to worm your way under his skin and make him want more. Want you. Forever.
He pulls out with a groan, watching the thick string of his cum connect the two of you- watching the way your pussy struggles to keep his prior loads in. His hand strokes his length, squeezing and twisting along the fat vein that runs along the underside before smearing the head of his cock through your folds, pressing at your entrance.
A moan escapes him at the sight of his cockhead stretching your abused hole- he looks down at you, gaze hooded, "How many more do you think it will take? Before I fuck you pregnant."
Well shit… where the hell did that come from? His eyes widen a fraction- caught off guard by his own admission. His jaw ticks as he stares at you, silently willing you to speak. To say something, anything, instead of looking at him with those wide, glassy eyes.
Your fingers flex around the plush, a soft noise escaping your throat, and Sukuna wonders if you even heard him.
You did.
But it didn't sound right- no. He couldn't mean it- guys like him don’t actually want girls like you, much less knock them up. Right?
So then why is he looking at you like that? Like he's daring you to call him on his bluff.
You open your mouth- wanting to say something, but nothing comes out… instead you lie there trembling, still clutching the tear stained Hello Kitty plushie when something unexpected happens.
Sukuna's rough hand comes up to cup your face, thumb brushing away some of your smeared makeup with surprising gentleness. "Stupid woman," he grumbles…
You blink up at him in confusion through clumped lashes, your lip gloss stained mouth parting in surprise when he actually leans down to press a kiss to your forehead. "Don't get the wrong idea," he growls, but his fingers are threading through your tangled hair almost soothingly. "It’s just a kink of mine."
Six months later, you're standing in the ice cream aisle, one hand on your rounded belly as you debate between chocolate chip cookie dough and strawberry ice cream… Sukuna stands beside you, arms crossed, looking thoroughly bored by your indecision, like always.
You're about to reach for the strawberry when you notice him toss something into the cart behind you. Turning around, you blink in surprise at the soft pink Hello Kitty plushie now sitting among your groceries.
"Sukuna?" you ask, confusion clear in your voice as you look up at him. You thought he hated this sort of stuff- he'd certainly made enough comments about your "ridiculous obsession" over the months.
He catches your stare and tsk's in annoyance, a faint flush creeping up his neck, "What? I saw you staring at the ugly thing when we passed the toy section," he grumbles, shoving his hands deeper into his pockets… "Figured you wanted it for the nursery or whatever."
Your heart does a little flip, but before you can say anything sweet, he continues with a scowl, "This brat better have better taste than you," he mutters, but his hand comes to rest protectively on your lower back- guiding you toward the checkout, "Now come on, let's get home."
summary: every breakup comes with post-breakup sex. right?
warnings: filthy!!!!! porn with little plot, dom!eren, sub!reader, unprotected sex, p in v, creampie, fingering, spanking, slapping, lots of slaps in general, degradation, pet names (baby, princess, slut, u get the gist), overstimulation, lmk if i missed anything!
a/n: I just finished aot 2 weeks ago y'all about to be SICKKK of me!!!!! 1st time writing for this guy won't be the last heheheheh enjoy!
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“i can’t do this anymore, eren.”
eren never thought in his life would he ever hear you say those words to him, but here he was, heart like a stone at the pit of stomach and body stupid frozen. so obviously, to handle the breakup appropriately like mature adults, he’s got your soft walls wrapped around him, fingers tight around your throat as if he wants to burn his fingerprints into the neck of your skin.
break up sex. it’s normal, every couple has it, that’s what he said. and he knows you can’t say no to sex with him, especially when you know eren will have you like this, pussy drooling around him and eyes rolled to the back of your skull, your hands wrapped around his wrist where he’s got his arm pinning you down by your neck. there’s still the hollow pit in his stomach, still hurt from the way you slashed those words into him. “we’re not good for each other, this won’t last long and you know it.” he had never thought of wanting another girl forever until you, never cared much for lasting long in a relationship before you came into his life like a hurricane. and for you to say there was no future in the only thing he does see a future in, it hurt.
“i love you so much baby,” he grunted, watching the way he slides in and out of you, the obscene noise it’d make, watched how you took him so fucking well. and there’s no more of this? forever?
“don’t say that,” you said, breathless, “we’re not together anymore. you don’t get to say that.” there was no weight behind your words, and both of you knew it. eren’s hand loosened from your throat, dragging its way up to your cheek, where he cradled your face so lovingly before landing a hard smack on your cheek, you yelping in response.
“you don’t get to fucking speak to me like that,” he said coldly, mood completely switched. his pace never faltered, cock still drilling into you insistently, battering at your cervix with every thrust, deliberate. your hand came up to feel your cheek where he slapped you, your eyes hurt and pathetic but he didn’t buy it. “don’t act like you didn’t tighten around me like a slut when i slapped you.” his hand came to find your throat again, and squeezed, hard enough to where your vision began to blur at the corners, and you couldn’t help the tears that sprung up and threaten to fall from the corner of your eyes.
you hated it, but he was right, and if it wasn’t break up sex that you were having, you’d grab eren’s hand yourself and pressed it against your cheek, signaling him to slap you again, feeling dirty at the way it made it you feel. how dirty eren always made you feel.
“you’re mine,” eren said, his rough hands gripping your hips, bouncing you down to meet every thrust of his hips, forcing himself even deeper. “don’t care if you never want to see me again, if it’s over. this pussy knows who she fuckin belongs to,” he rested his forehead against yours, trailing his hand down and began rubbing at your clit. your back bowed obediently to his touch and you whined, feeling that familiar pit in your stomach, like your skin was on fire.
“‘m not yours, ‘ren,” you managed to whimper out between the schlick sound of your pussy made around him, insistent on being stubborn even though you knew you sounded so weak. you needed to cum and you wanted eren to touch you everywhere, but you know better, you tell yourself. he needs to know you’re serious. “n-not, fuck, not your-“
you saw eren’s eyes turn dark, and you know it wasn’t good. his fingers leave your clit and he pulls out abruptly, and you winced from the emptiness, pussy clenching around nothing. he didn’t leave you time to mourn it though, as he dragged you roughly up to your knees to the edge of the bed, sitting down with his feet on the floor and then bending you over his lap.
when you registered the position you were in, you knew you were fucked. without warning came a hard spank to your ass and you cried out, the sting of eren’s handprint on your ass somehow converting itself into pleasure. when eren spoke, he didn’t sound like your boyfriend (or ex boyfriend now, you should say).
“who do you fucking belong to if not me?” spank. “you already want to find another guy? already want to show off this single pussy around?” he spat the word single out bitterly as if it was a slur, ignoring your cries and pleas as he kept on spanking you, each slap harder than the last. “only one who can treat you like this is me,” his voice dropped lowly, pulling hard on your hair to have you face him. and you knew you were screwed. eren gets upset easily, sure, but only rarely does he get mad. territorial, yes, but this is different, a nasty mix of the two and you knew there was no chance you can get him to play nice again.
“fucking slut. i know you’re wet from getting your ass spanked raw like this.” his fingers dragged deftly over your folds and it was the sensation you needed so badly, climax still bubbling for release from before. he slapped you again, this time between your legs, ignoring how you bsck arched, needing so bad to cum. “knew it. can’t even punish you ‘cause you get off to it,” he chuckled, flipping you over. he leaned down, real close until your noses brush, one hand supporting the back of your neck so you’re able to look up at him, the other dancing between your legs.
“you’re mine,” he said, and inserted two fingers into your stretched hole, watching how your face contorted with pleasure, stubborn fit forgotten. “you think other men can make you feel like this?” his fingers fuck you hard, curling upwards at the perfect spot at the perfect time and you’re gonna go crazy, you feel like your skin is set on fire and you need to cum so badly your head is dizzy with it, dizzy with so much need. “think they can get you this fucked dumb? i don’t give a fuck who you go to but you’re mine, doll. say it.”
it doesn’t take much for you to fold, and damn eren for knowing exactly what he’s doing. “mm, ‘m yours eren! f-fuck, this pussy is yours all yours!” you babbled, repeating it as if you were a broken radio, hips grinding against his fingers still pumping in and out of you, looking for some sweet friction against your clit to push you over the edge.
“that’s what i thought, slut,” eren sneered, and your cheeks burn bright red in humiliation, but you’re too fucked out to give it any second thoughts. he’s so fucking mean. his fingers leave you and you cry out, actually cry out, hot tears spilling out from frustration. you’re so overstimulated but for nothing at all, and this knot at the pit of your tummy’s been burning for so damn long you’re actually gonna go crazy- “want you to ride me. you can do that, can’t you?”
you nod quickly, climbing onto his lap obediently, fingers rushing to wrap around him, guiding him towards your fucked out entrance and sinking down on to his cock with ease, grateful that you have something inside you again. you looked like a goddess, eren thought, with your tits bouncing inches from his face and your neck lolled back, sweet sounds falling out of your mouth and he prays, prays you weren’t serious because he don’t think he’d be able to live without this. without you falling apart on his dick every night, whining and begging like a whore for him to make you cum.
“such a good girl,” he said and you preened from the praise, hands coming up to steady you at your hips, fingers digging hard into the soft skin. your moans progressively got more high-pitched and short, breathing ragged and he knows you’re chasing that orgasm, silently pleading for him to touch you just right, so you’d fall completely over. selfishly, eren doesn’t want to. he doesn’t want this to end, not knowing what kind of excuses he can conjure up to convince you to stay. you’re right, they always argue, always hot and cold, two powerful and stubborn forces against each other with neither of them willing to be the bigger person. but he loves you, so much he feels it palpate out of his chest sometimes, and he knows you got to feel the same. so why this? why?
“touch me, eren,” you pleaded, fucking yourself on him and your bounces are getting sloppier, weaker as your knees began to grow tired. you’ve always been a pillow princess. “please i need to cum. want it so bad ‘ren, please-“
there was a white creamy ring around the base of his dick from how much you’ve been drooling on him, and eren feels his own release threatening to come too, knowing he can’t delay it any further. his rough fingers came to your clit, rubbing and it was exactly what you needed. you snapped your eyes shut, overwhelmed and seeing stars behind your eyelids as your moans get higher, desperate.
“cum for me baby,” eren said, voice strangely soft but his breathing rough. “cum on my dick, i--"
you tuned out the rest of what he said the moment you feel that knot tighten in you and you came, so hard it shocked the both of you, squirting all over his thighs and lap and dripping onto the newly washed sheets, your manicured nails digging into eren’s arms and your face deep in the crevice of his neck as you drooped, letting eren ride you through the spasm of your orgasm, chasing his too.
“god you’re perfect,” eren whispered brokenly, hands kneading at your ass and spreading your cheeks apart so he can easier drill into you, while you mewl and squirm from the overstimulation.
“cum in me baby,” you rushed out, too fucked out to think about the repercussions. he’s always pulled out, but god fuck it. “please i want it i want it-“
and you never need to tell you this man anything twice. with one last thrust, he cums, dick emptying itself deep inside you, your walls fluttering around as if you’re welcoming it. he couldn’t look away and stayed inside you even when his cum started to leak out around him, both of your breathing ragged.
“get out of me,” you said finally, after a while. eren rolled off, and you can feel his seed trickle out of you the moment he pulled it out, your hole spasming from the sudden loss. you looked at the man next to you, hair wild, eyes closed. he’s so heartbreakingly beautiful and if you hadn’t have thought about this for so long, you’d come running to take him back. eren loves you, you know that, but sometimes that’s not enough.
he cracked an eye open, emerald piercing straight through you, catching you in the act of staring. he looked at you, scruntizing, and narrowed his eyes before popping the question, oh-so-casually, as if he didn’t care at all.
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