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That narcissistic husband sukuna fic was amazing. I was deeply moved, hopefully we can get more of him in the future.
ohhh it makes me really happy that you liked it, this ff is really important to me and the idea of writing a possible sequel has crossed my mind but i'm not really sure yet. in any case i'm looking forward to writing more angst like this again soon. thanks for your message! x
ââ2.1k . . . warnings : angst | mdni. narcissistic husband!sukuna, depression, mommy issues ê° f.ê±, toxic relationship, slight mention of ed, emotional abuse, anxiety, extreme sadness, not a single trace of physical abuse, sukuna is really insensitive and cruel . . . ໠⧠â âčË
miel's note : this ff is not meant to romanticize toxic relationships + that's not the intention, so pls donât see it that way. i'm categorically against that kind of thinking.
ââ âĄăâș + comments are appreciated Ëłá
"what kind of bullshit are you doing this time?" sukuna rumbled lowly, his deep voice vibrating through the heavy silence as his eyes settled on your small form kneeling before him. you were hunched over a sheet of paper, completely absorbed in your task, the soft scratch of your pen the only sound in the room.
he drew the cigarette from between his lips with two fingers, exhaling a slow, deliberate stream of smoke that curled in the air above you. his gaze, half-lidded and unreadable, drifted downwardâtracing the delicate lines of your spine, the gentle slope of your slender shoulders.
"did you eat today?" he murmured, more to himself than to you, the words hanging in the air like smoke.Â
"no." the word slipped from your pretty lips in a breathless whisper, barely audible, yet firm enough to carve a subtle tension into the air between you and him. you didnât look upâyour eyes remained fixed on the page, hand moving steadily as if the act of writing were the only thing tethering you to the moment.
sukuna's expression didnât shift, but the silence that followed crackled like static. he took another slow drag from his cigarette, the ember at the tip flaring briefly, then dimming.
âstill defiant,â he murmured, his eyes never leaving the sight of your form. he stepped forward, the soft scuff of his foot against the floor sounding louder than it should have. what a big man. âeven now.â
his gaze dropped again to your trembling fingers, then back to the words you guarded so fiercely on that fragile piece of paper.
âwhat is it,â he asked, voice a velvet growl, âthat youâre so desperate to finish before i break that silence of yours."
âa letter to my mom.â you finally whispered, the words tight and brittle between your clenched teeth as you cut him off. your pen scratched harder against the paper, the ink smudging slightly under your hand. he was starting to piss you off.
sukuna stood over you like a storm cloud, his presence thick in the air, oppressive. the faint scent of ash clung to him as he exhaled smoke slowly, deliberately, as if savoring the moment just before something snapped.
he watched the way your shoulders tensed, the way your messy hairâtangled from stress and hours of ignoring yourselfâclung to the nape of your neck and slipped over your face. still, you kept writing, stubbornly hunched over your paper, pretending like the weight of his gaze wasnât crawling down your spine. and that dress you were wearing. it's been days. when was the last time you took a fucking shower?
âwhy do you care so much about that horrible woman?â he asked, his tone calm, but with a razorâs edge beneath it. there was no sympathy in his voice.
your jaw clenched. the pen in your hand paused.
slowly, you turned your head to glare at him over your shoulder. strands of hair slid across your cheek, clinging to your skin and you didnât bother brushing them away.
âbecause youâre better than her?â you shot back, your voice low and bitter.
he placed his cigarette between his lips. the quiet that followed was heavier, suffocating. you felt it more than heard it, the way the room seemed to contract, the air thinning around his still form.
his gaze locked with yoursâsharp and darker, like a beast deciding whether to bite.
âcareful,â he simply said at last, the word soft but laced with steel. ohh yeah he hated you.
you heart skipped a beat at his tone but you didnât look away.
âa letter to a woman who would spit on it the second she touched it,â he murmured, his voice level, cold, almost amused, almost. âtell me." he walked toward you slowly, each step deliberate, predatory. and with every inch he closed between you, your head rose instinctively, drawn to him like a thread pulled taut. his smell, his smell was everywhere now. "how many times does she have to rip you open before you stop handing her the knife?â him and his nasty mouth. mean, mean, mean, mean all the damn time.
you didnât answer. you simply couldnât. your mouth was tight, your breath held somewhere deep in your chest. you grabbed your hair tightly.
he tilted his head slightly, watching your face for a reaction, but his expression remained unreadable.
âshe doesnât love you,â he continued, still calm, almost thoughtful, and yet you felt your heart sank in a deep black hole at his words. âshe loves control. she loves watching you twist yourself in knots for a scrap of affection. and youâŠâ he leaned in just a fraction. "you still call that love.âÂ
you wanted to vomit.Â
you suddenly bit your bottom lip as your throat tightened even more. you hated how much his words hitâhow much truth they carried and how much you wanted to cry desperately in front of him right now.
even as he slowly ground the heel of his bare foot deeply into the paper. even as your letter was reduced to a wrinkled, useless stain on the floor.
âyou're pathetic,â he said, not cruelly. just factually. like he was commenting on the weather. âbut at least youâre aware of it. thatâs a start.âÂ
"like i said earlier sukuna. you're no better." the words tore from your lips, sharp with fury. you glared at him, jaw clenched, eyes burningânot just with anger, but with the sting of something deeper, and extremely fragile.
and he didnât even flinch.
sukuna stood still, watching you in silence, his gaze heavy, unreadable. his crimson eyes held yours for a long moment, then driftedâslowly, deliberatelyâdown to your full lips. he paused there, like he was memorizing the shape of your defiance, then dragged his gaze back up to your eyes.
you could see itâthe brief flicker of something different in his expression. not surprise. not softness. just observation. you were a caged rat under his microscope, bleeding for the sake of his curiosity.
and yet at that moment he thought you were pretty. even like this.
especially like this.
with your messy hair tangled around your face, your lips trembling just slightly, and those unshed tears clinging stubbornly to the corners of your beautiful eyesâtears you refused to let fall, even if it took everything in you to keep them there.
he saw them.
and you hated that he did.
but worseâhe didnât mock them. he just stared. calm. silent, like it was your fault. sukuna was poison in human form. a master of manipulation, a gaslighter wrapped in charm and cruelty. you already had one narcissist haunting your life, your mother. that was supposed to be enough, wasnât it? no. fate gave you a husband cut from the same twisted cloth. a matching set. the cherry on top of your lovely little nightmare.
but this one was handsome right? oh, please.
and here he was standing in front of you, waiting to see which would fall first, the tear or the mask.
"do you want me to comfort you?"
"no." you bit your lip until it bleed.
"why." and his cruel eyes didn't miss that.
"...becauâ"
"you're crying." he smiled at you.
"no i'm notâ"Â
then, without breaking eye contact, he flicked his half-smoked cigarette to the floorâright next to your bare legs. the ember nearly kissed your skin.
the cigarette landed near your leg with a soft hiss, the ember dying on the cold floorâbut the sting it left wasnât on your skin.
it was somewhere deeper.
you didnât answer him. couldnât. you just stared at the blackened paper, then at the empty spot where your letter used to be.
and then it happened.
not a sob. not a scream.
just one tear. silent. slow. it carved a path down your soft cheek like it had been waiting there forever.Â
poor you. you were such a sweet person.Â
that's unfair.
don't you think?
sukuna tilted his head as if he were studying something curious, his smile fading into that unreadable stillness again. his eyes tracked the tear, then flicked up to meet yours.
you tried your hardest to breathe through it, to hold the rest back, but another one fell. then another. you pressed your full lips tight, shoulders trembling as you turned your face away, shame and exhaustion creeping up your spine like ice water.
he didnât speak. he just watched you unravel in silence, the way someone watches fire eat through paper.
sukuna slowly dragged his hand beneath the folds of his kimono, fingers grazing lazily along the skin of his waist. the motion was unhurried, indulgentâlike he had all the time in the world.
his eyes never left you. not your trembling shoulders, not the way your arms wrapped tighter around yourself, not the silent tears you were so desperately trying to pretend werenât there.
he savored it.
the quiet, the vulnerability, the way your body was shaking more and more with each passing second. it wasnât pity he feltâit was fascination.
something in him fed on it. not your pain exactly, but the crack in your composure. the unraveling. the moment someone stopped pretending they were fine.
and he watched.
like he was omniscient.
or a monster.
or both.
"do you want me to comfort you." he asked again in a low voice, but this time, it was more like an order than a direct question. "so quiet. almost makes me forget what youâre capable of."
"yes."
"yes what." he ran his long fingers through his pink hair to comb it back.
"i want your comfort."Â
"get up." ahh this man seriously. his tone was so unlovable.Â
you rose slowly, head bowed, with your messy hair sliding from your shoulders, shifting your weight from one leg to the other like every movement cost you something. like the sadness was eating you alive and his next words might be the final blow. but sukuna didnât need you to speak. he never did. he could see it, feel it, in the silence, in the tremble of your breath and in the soulless depths of your eyes.
he knew exactly how to break you, and worse, how deeply his tongue could cut without ever drawing blood.
you moved toward him, each step slow, your body folding forward under a weight no one could seeâa burden so heavy it felt like your knees might give out and send you collapsing at his feet. one step. then another. and all the while, he watched, chin tilted up, gaze sharp and cold, looking down on you like you were nothing but a broken puppet.Â
his puppet.
you didnât need to meet his eyes. you didnât need to look at him at all. you knew himâevery cruel edge, every silence that stung louder than a slap. and he knew you. knew just how far you could bend before you snapped.
you wrapped your arms around him, and his body jolted softly as you surrendered completely, letting your entire weight fall against him.Â
your forehead resting heavily against the cold, bare skin of his chest, exposed by the loose collar of his kimono. tears slipped quietly down your cheeks, falling without will as you pressed your face deeper into him, craving warmth from someone who gave none. he lit another cigarette with one hand, the faint glow casting shadows on his indifferent face, while his other arm hung uselessly by his side.Â
his gaze was fixed on the world outside the windowâdistant, uncaring, and utterly detached from the silent sorrow you carried in your embrace.
you squeezed him tighter, almost wanting to hurt him, though you never could. your hands clenched the fabric of his kimono, gripping the loose cloth that slipped down his back as if holding on to the last thread of something real. your cheek pressed hard against his cold skin, your breath shallow and trembling as despair curled deep inside you. from the corner of the room, you caught your reflection in the cracked mirrorâthe fragile, broken shadow that you had become, pressed against a man who was nothing but cruelty and indifference.
and his indifference was a blade.
sharper than any of the words he loved using against you.
he smoked in silence, the ember glowing bright before fading into ash, and you felt yourself fading too â invisible, unheard, unseen. the softness of his skin beneath your cheek mocked the hardness in his eyes, a constant reminder that no matter how much you reached out, no matter how tightly you clung, the love you craved was a ghost that would never answer.
you wanted to scream into the silence, to shatter the distance that stretched like a canyon between you both, but the sound never came.Â
instead, only the hollow thud of your own heartâbeating for people who would never hold you back.
I only do this party 4 you. Bertholdt Hoover x reader
word count : 3,8 k
warnings: college AU, angst NO happy ending, unrequired feelings, miscommunication, friends with benefits gone wrong, first times, mention of loss of virginity, soft sex, footjob, face sitting, fingering, cockwarming, semi public sex (locker room), praise and dirty talk, unexperienced bert and reader, switch!bertholdt switch!reader
It started off as a help me help you situation. You and Bertholdt, two friends both inexperienced but trusting each other enough to be their firsts.Â
After a few years in college and a bunch of failed situationships you started to believe you would die a virgin. Until one day stumbling upon a conversation between Bertholdt and his best friend Reiner. The ramble to his friend resembled your own inner monologue. That's why you allowed yourself to talk to him in private about it.Â
He denied at first but the way he went pink from his cheeks to his ears didn't lie. You were quick to reassure him, as you were in the exact same situation. So it all began. Â
It didn't really came as a surprise when you found out Bertholdt had no sexual experiences, but at the same time you always thought that he and Reiner had something going on.Â
The way he touched and held you so softly for you guys first time was all you could dream off. You had your doubt and even considered backing out but the horniness and curiosity had the best of you. And you don't regret it.Â
The intercourse was awkward at first. Bertholdt was so scared to hurt you that he was extra cautious.
"You sure you're ok ? It doesn't look like it feels good"
"Wait is that blood"
"Want me to go slower ?"Â
You had to told him to just go with the flow (very unusual for him) and he stopped moving all at once, that was you cue to take control. Eventually he relaxed and started to enjoy the moment, His deep voice made his moan so pretty and encouraged you to continue.Â
Once you both came, comforter covering your naked bodies, Bertholdt had a hard time making eye contact with you, it's clear something was on the tip of its tongue, eventually he told you what was on his mind.Â
"I don't mean to be impolite and I really liked what we did but I don't want you to get the wrong idea... I don't think I want a relationship"
"Don't worry Berth, I'm not trying to fish anything out of this, I'm content as it is" you had snickered. Relief could clearly be read on his face as he hugged you tight.
"Thank you, I was scared this would be awkward" You still remember how warm his body was wrapped around you, almost enough to lull you to sleep.
"Want to take a nap ?"
=ÍÍÍâ
It's been two weeks since you had sex with Bertholdt. Ever since, you two fall into a dynamic of experimenting sex together. Whenever he fancied a new position or simply relief he would come to you and you would do the same.Â
Today is a bit different. You have noticed that Bertholdt is a whiner type, you like it very much and you plan to get as much as you can from it. That's why you are currently seated behind him on the couch. Your right hand is covering his mouth in a fake attempt to mute his moan, his voice is so deep that he bleeds through your fingers anyway. The left hand is tweaking his nipple, his back arches in response. Your legs are circled around his waist, so your feet can stroke his cock.
It's not the most comfortable position for you, but the way his wimper fills the room, hips trembling with each stroke makes it worth the pain.Â
"I-I'm gonna cum" Bertholdt cries behind your hand. HIs puppy voice makes heat rushes to your pussy, god you wish you could see his face right now, biting the pale skin of his bare back.
"Yeah ? You're going to cum all over my feet  Berth ? Like a pervert ?" you whisper in a condescending voice right under his ear, even seated he is still taller than you. His back arches a little more at your words and you squeeze his nipple harder. He gasps.
"Yes! Yes please let me cum!"Â he begs, hips thrusting between your joined feet.Â
"Say that you're a pervert and I'll let you"Â
"I'm a pervert!" he states without an ounce of hesitation. You groan against his skin unsatisfied bringing your feets movement to a halt. "I'm a pervert a-and I want to cum !" his voice is more pitched this time, you smile to yourself resuming the up and down motion on his thick cock.Â
"You are ~ go ahead make a mess" "Thank you ah! Thank you y/n" Betholdt gasps, voice sloppier with each rope of hot cum that lands on your feet. His back relaxes into your chest as his high comes to an end. Â
"Sorry" he whispers with a dopey smile when he realizes he was slowly crushing you onto the backrest. A long exhale leaves his lips as he lay flat on the couch, closing his eyes. Smiles still spread on his face, Bertholdt is pretty when he is not self conscious you think, never such a smile could be seen in public, he's more guarded when surrounded by people, it feels like a privilege seeing him like that.Â
"What are you going to do about this ?" you ask, extending your cum covered feet to his face. Opening his eyes slightly, he grabs your ankle, cleaning his semen off your skin with his warm tongue.
"Come sit on my face" he sleepily murmurs once your feet are as clean as the day you were born.
You do not have to be told twice, thighs spread around his face for him to feed on you. Humming in your scent, Bertholdt rubs his nose against your clit a few times, you let your head fall back, eyes closing in anticipation when he finally puts the bundle of nerves in his mouth. You sink more and more of your weight on his face moaning in relief. That boy sure knows how to use his tongue.Â
=ÍÍÍâLife goes on, you go to college, eat with your friends, go home, study and repeat it all again the next day but... t
here is something different these days. You found yourself always eager from Bertholdt's next text, not only for the awesome sex but also simply to be in his presence. It was an embarrassing realisatiation.Â
On a random Tuesday night he had asked you to come by his place to watch the moon through with his telescope. The small balcony of his apartment could barely fit two chairs so your bodies were flushed against each other, nothing you are not used to, but it felt very intimate and not in a sexual way.Â
You took turns watching the rocky star through his lense, Never in your life have you seen it so clearly, it warmed your chest to witness it next to Bertholdt for the first time. Later in the night when the observation turned into a conversation he had given you his hoodie when he noticed you were shivering. His musky scent flooded your senses. Your heart was beating so fast, as fast as you felt yourself falling for him. 13:26 Bertholdt : Meet me after training ? I forgot my calculus textbook at your place...
Such a simple text and you were already thinking about what to wear for his eyes never to leave you. A mid tights floral dress it is, he complimented it once while it was on the drying rack of your living room: you can't go wrong with that choice.Â
Checking the time on your phone you mentally curse you're running 20 minutes late because you couldn't decide on the right lip combo and the perfect fragrance. It's so stupid he probably already left or is very mad at you, breaking into a small jog you enter the locker room. Crap, it looks empty.
"Bertholdt ?" you try out loud.
"Over here" you hear from the back of the room. Guess it's your lucky day.Â
Bertholdt is crouched over his duffel bag filling what seems to be his lacrosse uniform. Hearing footsteps he looks your way, you are surprised to see that he is only wearing a towel around his waist.Â
"You guys finished later ? "
"No, I... I don't like to take my shower with everyone else so I waited" he admits standing tall, and you almost forgot that he was in fact almost a giant, you feel a tug at your heartstring. He's so handsome. His black hair is slicked back, a very different look from his usual, falling on his forehead.Â
"I'm not surprised" you chuckle to clear your thought "Anyways I got your book with me" you continue squeezing your bag where it is sitting against your ribs.Â
He only hums absentmindedly looking at your form up and down brushing his damp hair against his skull as he gulps. Is it the power of the dress working ? A smile creeps on your face.Â
"Come here" he says, extending his hands to you. Your heart misses a beat when you take his large palm in yours. Bertholdt tugs lightly, crashing his lips against yours. You feel your legs about to give out under the fervor he kisses you with, his other hand lands on the small of your back, presing you flush against his moist body. You can feel his hard member against your belly and you break the kiss.Â
"Berth ?" you chuckle looking down at the bulge behind his towel.
"It happens after exercise sometimes" he clarifies with a faint blush on his cheek.
"You mean to say, you walk around campus with a hard on after hours of catching a ball with a net ? "You giggle tracing the outline of his cock with your fingertips. Bertholdt gives you one of his deadpan stares you chortle kissing him back.
"Is it ok ? If we do it here I mean ? " he asks crouching down, being eye to eye level with him is a rare occurrence, it's your turn to heat up, you nod your head giving him consent to proceed. He nods too, angling your body so you rest against the metal row of lockers, the cold material makes you moan into the kiss, you let your bag hit the ground so your hands are free to mess with his hair.Â
Bertholdt's large hands go to your hips, squeezing them and you take it as a sign to spread your legs for him. Travelling to your pussy he gasps being welcomed by your bare skin, no underwear. Oops, you smile against his lips. Long digits enter your cunt scissoring you open. Your head falls to the side, catching your breathÂ
"Get nice and wet for me, yes ?" he mumbles against the skin of your exposed neck, his hips rut against your thigh and you feel yourself getting wetter by the second.Â
"Yes Bertholdt" your meek voice echoes in the empty room. He is not that forward usually, but you don't mind at all. His thumb attaches to your clit, circling it slowly as his fingers keep curling along your most sensitive spot. Your hips buck on their own against his hands, as the squelching sound from your pussy fills the room, your grip his shoulders tipping over your release.Â
"U-uh please, mmh please" you beg, burying your head in his chest.
"There, there" he breathes, intensifying his motion, enough for you to cum around his fingers. back arching off the locker, you babble an incoherent mess that none of you care to understand, nails digging into the skin of his shoulders.Â
A thing you have realised ever since the night on his balcony, is that each of the orgasms he gives you seems to be stronger. You don't think much of it, just glad it feels that way. The sound of something hitting the ground brings you back to earth. Bertholdt is now naked in front of you, erection springing free.Â
Your mouth water at the sight of it. Obviously your lack of experience doesn't make you unbiased but to you, his cock is close to perfection. Thick, long and veiny, it could be the way he uses it or the fact that you feel yourself slowly falling for him. Your pussy clenches around nothing, eager to feel him inside of you.Â
Bertholdt's large hands wrap around your thighs to lock them around his hips your body is sandwiched between him and the locker behind you.Â
"Can I put it in ?" he asks, looking up at you with his pale green eyes. you nod sliding your hand from his shoulder to his neck, grazing your fingers against the nape of his hair. Flashing you a smile, Bertholdt peppers kisses to your cleavage as he slowly slides his length inside of you.Â
An exhale of relief flees your lips, your shoulder relaxes as his cock pumps torturous slow thrusts inside of you.Â
"Bertholdt, give it to me" you whine, dragging the last vowel.
"Not very patient today are you?" he asks playfully, licking a strip up your neck. "Say please and I'll go faster" He is using your tricks against you !
What happened to the boy that was too shy to even look you in the eye when he was inside of you? Your cunt clenches against him, this new personality is driving you up the wall.
"Please bertholdt" you moan pulling at the nape of his hair
"Please ?" he questions picking his pace slightly
"Please Bert I need it" you plead, more desperate feeling the impatience grow inside of you alongside the knot in your belly.
"Kiss me" you happily oblige.Â
The whole room sounds like a mess, the metal clanks with each thrust that makes your bodies collide against it, mixes of voices whispering and skin slapping. It's your mess, the very own mess you created with him, you're proud of it you wished someone would walk in right now to see how good Bertholdt makes you feel, how good you two look together.Â
=ÍÍÍâ
Today Bertholdt is at your place sitting at the coffee table where he is making flashcards. You are belly up on the couch behind him reading the latest celebrity drama on twitter when his deep voice comes to your ears.Â
"There is something i would like to try" he starts, looking back at you. Locking your phone you meet his eyes, eyebrow quirked, there is not much you guys haven't tried so you are curious.Â
"Shoot" you say tracing his nose with your index finger.Â
"I would like to put my cock inside of you and just continue what i'm doing, you can turn me down if it's weird i'll understand" he states, his signature blush making his way on the sharp features of his faceÂ
"Now where the hell did you get that idea uh ? " you giggle, pinching the bridge of his nose "But it sounds good to me" you say, joining him on the rug. Bertholdt helps you straddle him, as he pulls his sweat pants down enough so his soft dick can break free. You pull your shorts and pantie to the side, directing his penis to your entrance. He's not hard so you don't bother touching yourself to allow him inside of you. Placing a quick peck on his lips you sink on his dick.
The sensation is different from everything you've tried before, you're not stretched enough for your liking but the position allows you to be close to him, it's relaxing his penis would stirr inside of you from time to time. Resting your chin on his shoulder you close your eyes. His body always runs so hot.
"You're feeling good ?" Bertholdt asks, running his hands up and down your sides.
"Hmm yes I could fall asleep like that " you murmur nuzzling into the crook of his neck.
"Go ahead," he says, rubbing your back.Â
Dozing off you can hear Bertholdt talking distantly on the phone.Â
"Annie is back in town ?" Is the last thing you hear before falling asleep, his voice sounds chippier than usual and his dick grows harder inside of you.Â
=ÍÍÍâ
"They went to you for the organization of a party ?" you huff biting in your ice cream cone, Bertholdt looks defeated next to you, head in his hands.
 " I know, Eren said it's because i'm a tidy person whatever it has to do with it" he grunt eyes closed.Â
You chortle, shaking your head from left to right, what a very Eren thing to do.
"I mean, I could help you if you want"Â Â
"Really?"Â
"Yeah, I did a few before even if it's an Eren party it should be in my range" you smirk standing up "I go to bounce but let's talk about it more later ?" you propose adjusting the strap of your bag on your shoulder.
Bertholdt nods his head vigorously, you can't help but think he's cute like that.Â
Walking to your next class you think about all the things that need to be done before the party. Friday in two weeks.
A guest list, booze (a lot), decorations, a banging playlist, you could even throw some songs Bertholdt have shared with you from his playlist. Eren should already have a set of ambient lights you could use. Yeah no fuss this should be easy enough you thought to yourself.
It's only when you enter the building that you remember that Bertholdt's hoodie is still in your bag, crap you've been meaning to give him back for weeks now, rushing back to the three where you had lunch you hope he is still there. The voice that cannot be mistaken for another reaches your ear and you're about to but when his next sentence stops you in your track.Â
"Yes she will be at the party, you think I should ask her out then ?"You're frozen, heart beating a mile an hour, is he talking about you ?Â
"Right, I've known her long enough it's about time I do it I guess" he laugh nervously.
It's happening ! Retreating on your tippy toes your resume your previous itinerary with a spring in your step.Â
You'll have all the time in the world to give his cloth back once you two are boyfriend and girlfriend
=ÍÍÍâ
You haven't seen much of Bertholdt for the last few days. There really isn't much to think of . College and the organisation of the party kept you busy. Regardless, you miss him...Â
His text felt distant, like what you had shared with him over the last few months was a long gone memory. It is hard not to overthink, you know he is a rather dry texter but your heart drops a little bit more each time he doesn't reciprocate your enthusiasm. Maybe he's stressed about making you his girlfriend ? You really got to know him better, so you wouldn't be surprised if he was sweating buckets right now. The party is in two days time anyway, you can't wait to see him and you can't wait to make your relationship official.Â
=ÍÍÍâ
Itâs the song you picked for him.
The strobes, flashing lights, loud music balloons and confetti scattered all over the floor makes it all feel like a bad joke. Why is everyone laughing while you are witnessing pure horror ? Standing a few feet away from the scene you can't take your eyes off it as badly as you need it, in order to preserve the few sanity left in you.Â
Bertholdt is here, as expected, with Annie, not expected, they are close, so close you feel your chest constrict tighter by the second. He is using his default stance when talking to shorter people (almost everyone). It always made you feel special, seen, when he would use it with you, as if he cared enough to not miss a bit of what you're saying. But now... now you feel like a fool you were never special and you can clearly see it in the way he looks at her. Never in the time you have spent with him you were graced with this softness in his eyes.Â
Sure he was always kind to you, but witnessing him like that with Annie makes you realise that you never hold a candle to her. She didn't have to get naked for him to be completely enticed with her. You feel dirty, you feel betrayed, but you can only blame yourself. He said it from the start that he wasn't fishing a relationship out of this.Â
Of course it wouldn't be you he wanted to make his girlfriend and to think you believed it until the last moment.
You're stuck in place,the world keeps spinning around you. Your throat is dry, but your eyes sure aren't, slowly, your vision becomes blurry, maybe it is better this way. A hard shove on your shoulder brings you back to reality, turning around there's an obviously drunk girl apologizing to you, she looks like she's having fun, her friend group drags her somewhere else, apologizing again on her behalf.
Like a magnet your eyes drag back to Bertholdt and Annie, they are kissing now, his hands, the same hands that you felt roaming your body so many times, his large warm hands are on her small waist, hers are around his neck. Bile rises to your throat. You speed walk to the back of the house. You need air, you need space and quiet or you might go crazy right now.Â
Fortunately there's no one in the backyard, not yet. With a few more drinks in there's no doubt that it will be filled with drunk young adults. But for now you are alone. Again
The moon stares down at you, the same moon under which you felt your heart calling for Bertholdt the first time. You feel like a wounded dog under its beam, you want to claw at your chest for it to stop hurting so much. Sitting on the cold grass before your legs give out there's no way this night could get any worse. Tugging your knees to your chest, you allow your forehead to rest on them. You don't want to cry, it would be ridiculous to. But just like falling in love with your friend, you can't help it.Â
It's more whimpers and sobs than actual cry, you can hardly breath, not that you care anymore. Praying to the moon that no one comes here to find you, they never do anyways. Squeezing your arms tight around your legs you wished you never went to that party let alone set it up, you wished you never proposed to help Bertholdt, you wished you listened to him when he said he this will not be anything more than sex, you wished your heart would stop squeezing so tight with each passing second.
It was a help me help you situation at first and yet you're the only one crying about it.Â
Not to romanticize on main but there is really something healing about sitting in front of an open window listening to birds and wind chimes and enjoying a natural breeze. Itâs like the world is telling you breathÂ
So most people are familiar with âpetrichor,â a word that describes the smell of the earth after rain. This happens because the rain stimulates the rocks, soil, and plants to produce oils, as well as stimulating ozone.
Spring time has a similar thing, a literal smell that deeply effects us as the world wakes up. Itâs a smell thatâs part of petrichor but here itâs much stronger. And that is geosmin. Geosmin is produced by deep algaes and soil bacterias and as the earth âwakes upâ after winter itâs a lot more potent because the ground is more open. So even if there hasnât been rain fall our noses are very attuned to âhello, the dirt is awakening.â It tickles our little cave man brain.
You can find perfumes and candles that include âgeosminâ as an ingredient. Great if you live somewhere where you canât really open windows or if you have some winter time blues.
"what are you doing?" you gasped at the sound of caleb's voice.
his lips suddenly pressed to your ear and in a flustered panic, you quickly shoved your phone between your thighs, your cheeks burning as your heart skipped a beat.
"n-nothing." you let out.
"doesn't seem like nothing to me." he smiled against your ear and you felt the bed sag as he sat behind you. his large hand came to rest on your hip, gentle but firm, sending a shiver down your spine.
"it's nothing caleb don't be noisy." you turned your head to the side, glancing at him over your shoulder with slightly furrowed brows.
caleb looked at you with his usual puppy dog eyes as he leaned in, his face inching closer to yours. you tilted your head down slightly, heart fluttering, as if he were trying to read you just by looking into your soul. your glasses slipped gently down your nose, revealing the shimmer in your eyesâsoft, vulnerable, and impossible to hide.
"tell me. or i'll undress you." he said with a neutral face.
the redness in your cheeks suddenly bloomed across your entire face as you turned to shove his shoulder, a high-pitched squeal of embarrassment slipping out.
"shut up caleb!"
he laughed at your reaction, catching the back of your neck just as you tried to escape, and guided you effortlessly onto the bed as you tumbled backwards with a breathless yelp.
"comeback here." he positioned himself over you, grabbing your phone with one hand while the other rested on the bed beside your head.
you looked up at him while panic started creeping over you as you watched him unlock your phone. you grabbed his t-shirt with both hands to try and pull him closer to you, but it was no use. caleb was as tough as a rock.
"don't do that. stop!" you begged as you wiggled underneath him, desperately trying to reason with him. the sound of your phone unlocking echoed through the room, and your heart sank.
"show me." you looked up at him suddenly at his words, confused. "show me or i'll look myself." you gritted your teeth as he looked down on you with a cold face.
you gently nibbled your lip, drawing his attention to your trembling lips.
"naughty girl." he whispered and you threw your face to the side with burning cheeks.
he placed your phone on your chest, allowing you to reach for it. you caught it in your delicate hands under calebâs burning gaze. he tilted his head slightly, his eyes slowly tracing every inch of your pretty, flushed face, as if memorizing the way you looked in that exact moment.
"you hide things from me now." he gripped your hip and pulled you closer, sliding himself smoothly between your thighs, his movements slow and deliberate. "makes me wanna punish you."
"i'm not hiding anything.." you glanced up shyly from your phone, and the way he was looking at you made your breath catch. your back arched slightly against the mattress, an involuntary response to the heat in his gaze.
you quickly turned your phone toward his face, hiding behind your arm as if it could shield you. his eyes flicked down to the screen, calmly scanning what youâd just shown him, unreadable as ever.
he grabbed your phone with one hand while he was concentrating on it, scrolling himself through the page you'd opened. you clutched the fabric of your dress, tucking your head into your shoulders, wanting to make yourself so small you could disappear entirely.
suddenly, moans spilled from your phoneâs speaker, and a wave of embarrassment crashed over you as your eyes flew wide open. you instantly turned and buried your face in the mattress, lying flat on your belly, wishing the ground would swallow you whole. he slapped your ass making you jump as he threw your phone on the corner of the bed while the moaning was still going on.
"turn it off!" you grunted, your face still buried in the mattress.
"no." you gritted your teeth at his childish behaviour.
if he didn't want to do it, you'd have to do it for him you guessed. you straightened up and were about to crawl towards the phone when a force made you fall back to your initial position.
"don't use your evol on me caleb!" a high-pitched moan escaped your lips as you felt caleb lift your dress over your ass.
"why do you watch this y/n." his voice was deeper than before, rough with something unreadable, making you arch slightly under his calculating gaze. his large hand settled on your ass, gripping it firmly, his touch sending a shiver up your spine. "i thought i told you you only needed me before." he slapped it hard making you whimper loudly. "didn't i?"
he pulled the dress up to the small of your back as you turned your face to the side, your cheek pressed against the mattress as you looked at him feverishly, your glasses almost slipping off your nose.
"don't be mad at me caleb.." you mewled softly as he looked down at you with angry eyes, his gaze sharp enough to pin you in place.
"you and your pretty face." he grunted, his evol lifting your hips effortlessly. your mouth fell open in a silent moan as he grabbed your panties and tore them away in one sharp, his eyes never once leaving yours as the sound of fabric ripping echoed against the walls of the room.
you were completely at his mercy nowâyour bare skin exposed, cheek pressed against the mattress as you looked up at him. your long hair was spread out on the bed, cascading around you like a dark, tangled frame. a deep blush bloomed across your delicate features, making your already pretty face look almost unreal. his breath hitched as he took in the sight of you, his jaw clenched as he struggled to keep control. every muscle in his body was tight, as if holding back the urge to completely give in.
"do that thing the girl did at the beginning of your video." his voice was low and deep, the words hanging heavy in the air, drawing your attention entirely as you bit your lip.
"beg me.." you whispered softly and a wicked smile played on your lips as you noticed the way his throat moved as he swallowed with difficulty. he literally wanted to break you in half.
"please." his voice was so charming when he was obedient. you wanted to put your hand on his throat, feel the vibrations when he spokeâmaybe even press your lips there.
you arched your back even more and slid your hand between you and the mattress to caress your belly down to your pelvis in a slow, sensual gesture that sent shivers through your body. just like that girl in the video, you placed a finger on your clit and began to massage it slowly under the burning gaze of caleb, who grunted softly as he watched your face contort prettily with pleasure. every movement felt deliberate, as if the space between you both was charged with electricity. his breath hitched, a subtle sign of the restraint he was barely managing to hold onto.
a long gasp escaped from your wide-open mouth as you sped up your movements, while caleb's beautiful orbs flashed back into your watery eyes, which were already looking at him as you moaned his name with your lips pressed against the mattress.
his evol held you in place, resisting your instinct to pull away as the overwhelming sensation coursed through you. you tried to close your legs, but the restraint only heightened everythingâyou kept massaging faster your clit until a loud moan tore from your throat, raw and unrestrained, your body arching as you were ready to give in to the wave about to crash through you.
"does it feel good." he asked, his voice low, making it sound like an order.
"y-yes..please let me cumâ" he slapped your flushed ass once again. a low 'shhhh' escaped from between his full lips, silencing you as if you were speaking nonsense.
your wetness now flowed abundantly between your thighs as the sound of your fingers pleasing your own body filled the room. caleb stayed silent now, the weight of his gaze heavier than words could ever be. his eyes were fixed on you, burning with a raw, unspoken desire that seemed to consume him, obsession. he watched you intently, captivated by every shift of your expression, every tremor that rippled through you. the way you moaned his name, breathless and desperate, like you were drowning in the moment, drove him to the brink of madness. it wasnât just the physical connection; it was the way you surrendered to him, the vulnerability in your every move, that completely unraveled him.
you were his and only he could please you.
"you did that on purpose, right?" he abruptly grabbed your hip and yanked you closer to him, you whimpered as your bare thighs came into contact with the rough fabric of his pants.
you couldn't answer, too absorbed by the smooth way he was undoing his belt buckle with one hand without even taking his eyes off you, watching you pressed your lips harder against the mattress as you pushed the tip of your finger inside your hole. his grip on your hip tightened, he didn't need to see what you were doing between your legs, your face was already telling him everything he needed to know.
"answer." he slowly lowered his fly and pulled out his long cock before your fevered eyes filled with love.
"yes."
"yes what." he started jerking himself off slowly, his sharp eyes silently commanding you to be more specific.
"i played porn on my phone on purpose to make you mad." you bit your lip, nervous, the words trembling on the edge of your tongue. "so you could fuck me. hard." you whispered softly, your voice barely audible.
the grip he had around his cock tightened at your revelation, he knew it of course from the beginning, but hearing you being so honest with your pretty face all flushed and half pressed against the mattress as you tried to hide was a major turn on for him. he slowly stroked his length, looking straight into your eyes with his cold ones as you gently jiggled beneath him, wanting more, wanting to be able to get your fingers inside you at least, to touch your g-spot on your own. you wanted to savour the show caleb was offering you.
a sigh of frustration escaped your lips as you added a finger to the entrance of your cunt, slowly circling it before moving down to your clit, which you pinched lightly, making a silent gasp fell out of your mouth under the cold gaze of caleb, who never stopped his movements on his cock, sometimes even thrusting his hips into his fist.
"caleb.."
"shhh. don't say my name." he whispered gently and you knew what that tone meant.
you lifted your foot and slid it behind his thigh, trying to bring him closer to you, but his hand left your hip and grabbed your ankle, squeezing it hard, making you squeal in pain and moan at the same time as you felt your orgasm rise inside you.
"don't."
"please.." you mewled louder as you begged him to let you finally cum.
just as you felt it building definitively inside your lower abdomen, caleb used his evol to pushed your fingers away from your clit as your two hands suddenly found themselves bound and pressed against the mattress beneath your belly.
a loud cry of frustration escaped you lips as tears started to roll down your pink cheeks. you flung your head to the side, unable to bear calebâs gaze a moment longer. your glasses slid off your nose and fell away, unnoticed, as a knot of shame and helplessness tightened in your chest.
caleb tilted his head to one side and watched your glasses fall onto the mattress, then rested his eyes on the back of your head.
"eyes on me y/n."
"no." he gripped your ankle tighter at your answer. "you are mean to me all i wanted wasâ"
you gasped and a small cry escaped your lips when caleb let go of your ankle to grab one of your ass cheeks, which he spreads before spitting loudly on your pussy. a long moan came out of the back of your throat as you suddenly beautifully arched your back in response to the sensation of his drool dripping down your clit.
he brought his cock up to your ass and slapped it on your cunt as his eyes darkened at the sight of you turning your flustered face back to him.
"there you go, good girl." he pushed his tip and withdrew it from your pussy, looking you straight in the eyes, he definitely enjoyed torturing you in bed. his large hand began to caress your ass slowly, almost tenderly, as more tears slid down your cheeksâfeeding the twisted satisfaction gleaming in his eyes. "so beautiful when you cry."
"f-fuck me. fuck me please caleb."
you were a desperate picture, your wetness running down your legs as you were laying in front of him ass up with your face against his sheets, his smell was everywhere, everything was driving you crazy all you wanted was to feel him, feel the warm of his body and his long sharp inside you.
a sob escaped your lips as you begged him with your eyes, jiggling your ass against his tip, trying to push it back inside you.
you buried your face once again in the mattress as a muffled cry slipped from your throat when his hand landed on your thigh with a sharp, punishing slap. the sting bloomed across your skin, but instead of retreating, heat pooled in your belly. your fists tightened around the sheets as a wave of unexpected pleasure surged through the pain, leaving you breathless and trembling. the mattress dipped on either side of your head as his hands settled near you, caging you in. his warm breath fanned the back of your neck, sending shivers down your spine as you struggled to steady your breathing, every inhale catching in your throat.
he brought his lips close to the delicate, flushed skin of your neck as strands of your hair slipped nicely from your shoulders, clearing a path for him to place a gentle kiss there, savouring the way your skin responded under his mouth as you whimpered softly.
"how much do you want it." you could feel his cock sliding between your buttocks as he moved his hips slowly towards you. "tell me." you immediately bit your lip at the way his voice sounded.
you timidly slid your face to the side, turning to offer him a glance over your shoulder when a tremor suddenly danced along your spine as your lips parted, catching the way his gaze clung to you, fierce and still, like a feline poised in golden silence before the pounce.
"i-iâ" you could barely get a word out, as if hypnotized by his eyes and the tension between you.
your eyes dropped for a moment to the open collar of his oversized shirt, catching a glimpse of his sculpted chest just beneath the fabric. from where he hovered above you, the angle revealed more than you expectedâfirm lines, warm skin, and even the subtle curve of his nipple.
the silver chain youâd given him, once tucked neatly away, was now teasing the edge of his collarâglinting faintly with each breath he took, swaying like a quiet reminder that you were his, and he was yours.
your pretty glassy eyes found their way back to his, drawn like a magnet, as he looked down at you with a dark, knowing smile.
this man was devastatingly handsome and you were desperately in love with him.
he slipped his hand between your cheek and the mattress, while the other took refuge on your hip, pulling your dress up further and further in a tender caress, without taking his eyes off you.
"caleb..." a soft, sultry sound of frustration slipped from your lips. "i feel like if you donât give me what i need right now, i wonât be able to forgive you." you sniffed back your tears as he pressed his thumb to your lips, tracing their shape with slow, deliberate care.
"hm... i understand." he brought his face close to yours as he tugged a little more on your dress, his dark eyes falling for a moment on your lips before returning to yours. "your dress piss me off. can i ruin it?"
"you bought it for me." you reminded him as you looked up at him with doe eyes. you liked this dress.
"can i ruin it y/n."
"yes butâ"
you barely had time to react before caleb seized the fabric of your dress, the sharp rip of tearing cloth echoing in the room. a startled cry escaped you as you reflexively tried to straighten up, but his hand was already pressing firmly against your back, pushing you down onto the bed as the fabric continued to give way beneath his grip. the intensity in his eyes made your breath hitchâthere was no hesitation in his movements, only raw, burning intent.
you arched your back slightly as you felt the cool air of the room kiss the bare skin of your body, a quiet shiver running through you. behind you, caleb straightened on his knees, his eyes tracing the curve of your form with silent reverence while the torn remains of your dress lay scattered across the sheets, forming a soft, chaotic frame around your body, threads catching gently against your skin like echoes of what had just unraveled.
you sighed his name tenderly, bringing his attention back to you as you looked up at him begging him with your eyes as if you were about to break into a thousand pieces, trembling with desire and ready to be devoured.
you were breathtaking in his eyesâyour flushed skin, parted lips, and wide, glistening eyes made you seem both ethereal and achingly human. he had never seen anything more beautiful.
"when are you gonna stop being so beautiful." he grunted before grabbing your arm with a roughness that left no room for resistance, flipping you onto your back with his evol.
a sweet sound of satisfaction resounded in your throat as his power released its hold on your body, allowing you to wrap your arms around his neck as he placed himself between your thighs, towering over you with one of his forearm pressed on the mattress right next to your head.
his nose slightly touched yours as his eyes gazed down at you, making you smile slightly.
"are you gonna keep punish me?" you whispered, squeezing his hips between your knees, your face was all red as you could feel his long cock resting on your lower belly.
"no. but now..." his free hand slid between your two bodies before grabbing your pussy with a full hand making you gasp prettily against his lips without taking your sweet eyes off him. "i'm gonna fuck you here." you suddenly pressed your breasts against his chest in a loud high pitched moan as he languorously pushed two of his long fingers between your moist walls. "until i'm not pissed anymore." he grunted at the sight of your face contorting with pleasure as he started pumping his fingers faster inside you.
you threw your head back as he threw himself at your neck. he devoured your skin with slow, fervent kisses, his mouth dragging languidly along your throat. the hand that had been resting beside your head slid into your hair, gripping it gently while the wet sounds echoed in your ears, each press of his lips sending a shiver down your spine, as if he were trying to memorize you with his mouth.
he suddenly pressed his thumb against your clit moving it in a passionate circular way and a tremor ran through you, a soft, breathy sound escaped your lipsâmaking him grunt with his mouth wide open against your throat, his teeth grazing your delicate skin. your chest rose and fell in uneven waves, and the sounds leaving your lips were fragileâshivering whispers of pleasure and need. each breath carried a quiet urgency, as if your body spoke for you, voicing the ache that words couldnât hold.
"fuck stop me now or i'm going to eat you alive y/n." he growled as if he was in pain from controlling himself, trapping your skin between his teeth and leaving a pretty red mark.
"never." you moaned out as the feeling intensified, your hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, the strands slipping between your fingers, a silent plea for more.
caleb suddenly withdrew his fingers from your pussy, making you squeal from the loss as he grabbed his hard cock in his hand, granting it long strokes back and forth before pushing the tip against your entrance. you pulled harder on his hair, making him lift his head, his tongue running up your neck to your chin, which he bit as your lust-filled eyes met. you opened your mouth as you felt his cock pushing deeper and deeper into you, making you tremble under caleb's hand, which left your hair and slid down your back, pushing the small of your back towards him in a rough movement.
"how does it feel baby.." he whimpered against your jaw, his eyes slowly becoming more tender at the sight of your rosy cheeks and the sweat beading on your forehead, you were so demanding and you didn't need words to show it.
"good...so good caleb.." you mewled with gleaming eyes.
one of your hands slipped down the back of his shirt, which you pulled back as you pushed your hips towards his. your bare breasts pressed against his muscular chest, only accentuating the cadence of his own heart, ready to explode.
a scream escaped you as his cock sank fully into you as your wetness drowned him down, completely ruining his pants.
"m-more please..please pleaâ" you were already a moaning mess, and this simple thought made your whole body shiver in embarrassment.
you threw your head to the side against the arm he'd just placed beside your head, wanting to bury your face in the crook of his elbow when his other hand pinched the skin of your hip making you squeal and moan even more under the precision of his torturously slow thrusts.
he brought his forehead close to yours while you still didn't dare look him in the eye. his dark eyes scrutinizing your every reaction with a wicked little smile.
"why are you suddenly so shy pretty girl." he whispered with his forehead completely pressed against yours.
"i-i'm...not...aahhâ!" you immediately threw back your head and finally met his dark gaze when he suddenly aimed and started to thrust deeper inside you.
he wasnât smiling anymoreâhis expression darkened, consumed by a quiet obsession as he watched your face twist in pleasure. every detail enthralled him: the way your lips parted, the flutter of your lashes, the heat in your gaze and the way you were clinging into him begging for more with your sweet little noises. he drank it in like it was the only thing that mattered, as if your every reaction had been etched into his mind and he couldnât look away.
he was terrifyingly beautiful when he looked at you like thatâlike nothing else in the world existed. your friends had the tendency to say his gaze unsettled them, too intense, too possessive, as if he was one breath away from losing control. but that obsession, that raw hunger in his eyes, was something youâd come to crave. when he looked at you like that, it wasnât just desireâit was fixation, a dangerous kind of devotion that made your heart race and your breath catch. to the world, it was madness. to you, it was caleb.
"remove that stupid..shirt fuck...yesyesyesyes pleaase!â" you pulled on his shirt even more and with the force he had to fuck you, the buttons started popping off one by one, letting the fabric slide over one of his shoulders as he straightened up and caught your waist between his hands, crushing it as he looked down, too focused on the way his cock was roughly sliding between your wet wall.
your eyes fell on his wide, muscular chest and he grunted even louder as he felt you clench multiple times in a row around his cock, using his evol to grab your thigh and press it against the sheets, fucking you faster and harder.
âdon't do that you're gonna make me fucking cum.â he grunted loudly, grabbing your other thigh with his veiny hand to pull you even closer to him, sinking himself deeper into you. you threw your head back and whimpered mouth wide opened as you felt the tip of his cock repeatedly banging against your cervix. at this point it's like he was trying to get you pregnant.
caleb was panting loudly, brows frowned with his mouth wide open as his gaze returned to your face like a thread snapping taut. every part of you seemed to captivate himâyour flushed cheeks, the way your breasts was bouncing under his rough thrusts, the dazed look in your eyes, all of this made him moan louder as he was carefully savouring each of his rough intrusions between your soft walls.
"i want to ruin you." a long 'fuuuuuuuck' escaped his throat in a guttural sound. "i want you to have my fucking babies. i want to fucking marry you." he lashed out with an even stronger thrust at each word coming out of his mouth, making you grab the sheets around you, clutching them tightly as if they were the only thing anchoring you to the moment. your knuckles whitened with the force of your grip as caleb kept fucking you like a wild animal, trying to steady yourself against the overwhelming rush flooding your senses.
a stream of 'yesyesyesyesyesyes' escaped your lips as you arched your back pushing your beautiful bouncing breasts up, catching caleb's attention on them, giving him the idea of using his evol to make you arch even more for him.
"my little minx. my precious little friend, hmmm?" he taunted you as you felt your orgasm rise inside you, clenching your walls around his engorged cock.
"i-i'm notâ" you suddenly screamed and grabbed his bicep as he dropped heavily on top of you, his forearms caging your head as he pounded his cock against your g-spot undulating his hips while you wrapped your legs around his waist.
"you're not what, baby." he whispered breathlessly as he pressed his forehead against yours, his obsessive eyes looking down on your glassy ones. analysing with deep perversion the tears falling down your rosy cheeks as you looked up at him with love.
you tilted your head back slightly and brought your lips to his, a warm shiver running through your body as you felt his hot breath, jerked by his moans, crash against your half-open mouth.
"i...m..not your friend i'm your.." you caught his lower lip between your teeth and a flash of lightning passed through his galaxy eyes.
"yeah?" he whimpered and you almost cum at the way he sounded.
"i-i'm your...everything." you finally let out, and he grunted like a beast, lapping roughly at your throat, silently agreeing with you as you wrapped your arms around his neck, you couldn't stop the moans slipping out of your lips. "c-caleeeeb imâi'm gonnaâ"
"yeah? you want to cum?" you nodded furiously as he grabbed your face with his large hand forcing your to look at him and your heart skipped a beat as you saw small tears forming in the corner of his eyes. "please let me kiss you y/n let me kiss you or i swearâ"
you didn't let him finish as you surged forward before you could think, your lips crashing onto his with a desperation that had been building inside you like a storm. It wasnât soft or shyâit was raw, unfiltered need, poured into a kiss that said everything words never could. you kissed him like you were afraid heâd disappear if you didnât hold on tight enough.
he froze for a heartbeat, stunned, and then answered with a growl low in his throat, like something inside him had snapped. his hand flew to your waist, yanking you against him as if he couldnât bear even a breath of space between you. the other found your hair, gripping it tightly as he kissed you back with a violence that made your legs weak around his waist.
your mouths moved in the same frantic rhythm as your hips fucking each other, each press of his lips a silent vow, each pull of yours a plea. his breath was hot and uneven, swallowing your moans, your urgency, everything.
"take it...baby take it take it...ffuck..." he growled in the kiss, making you respond small whiny 'yessyessyess' in a high pitched voice.
you slid your hands down his broad back, pulling his shirt along with them as the kiss deepened with the same way he was fucking you. you grabbed his ass urging him to fuck you harder while a heat bloomed low in your belly making you scream against his opened mouth as he grunted and slammed you flat on the bed with full force, thrusting wildly inside you and making you suddenly squirt all over him and on the bed as you finally cum, trembling violently beneath him. more tears rolled down your pretty cheeks as his cock were bullying your tight pussy through your orgasm and he couldn't stop himself from fucking you when he saw your desperate look, which made him cum inside you. he thrust hard one last time before grunting deeply against your lips as he spilled thick ropes of cum inside you painting your gummy walls.
after a few seconds, he was still inside you, and you wrapped your arms around his neck, still trying to catch your breath. his hand slipped down the small of your back and you felt his lips caress the soft skin of your neck.
"this is how you wanted me to fuck right?" he said as you could feel him smile against your sensitive skin. he slapped your ass as you started laughing with your head back.
"myeah maybe." you tried to hide your smile as he placed his face back in front of yours.
"naughty girl." he growled sliding down your body slowly without taking his eyes off yours. "ready for another one hm?" he said with a wicked smile.
warnings : cliche cliche cliche Eren calls reader nerd a lot so be prepared, reader wear glasses, unprotected sex, fingering, blowjob lot of kisses, praise, doggy style, missionary, boob play, minimal use of y/n
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You hate working with men, especially in group projects. They're unserious and careless if it was up to you, you'd rather be doing this work alone but the teacher denied your request to your great demise. Through your years of college you successfully avoid being paired with slackers and frat boys. Today you are now seated next to Eren Jaeger, the ultimate form of a frat beast. You guess this is the end of your lucky run.Â
The said boy is whisper-yelling in the receiver of his phone earning angry glances from the other student in the library... Has he no etiquette about the appropriate behavior in these places ? Taking off your glasses, you massage your temple, eyes closed, face facing your desk. It's only been a few days since you started this project but you feel like you've been at it for months. The end of the semester approaching means everyone is busy. You had a hard time scheduling this work session with Eren and he's on the phone ? You can't open your eyes now because you know you want to cry.Â
"Sorry about this" he interrupts your train of thoughts "It's like no one knows how to organize a party when I'm not around" he jokes, opening your eyes you just stare at him with a blank expression. A party ? You're not even halfway through this project due in twelve days and he's thinking about a party ?
"I gotta go, but after the party I'll get to work and send you my part, deal ?"
"You're telling me that you're going to get drunk tonight, analyze the market we are launching our product in and create an adequate publicity?" you ask in disbelief.
"Yes" a smirk grows on his face, picking up your glasses from the wooden table, he positions them in front of his own eyes, without wearing them he looks around the room through the frame. "You know, it's not because you're a nerd with a strict working method that everyone has to follow them" he mokes, eyes falling back on you, the glasses make his eyes look slightly bigger in another context you may have smiled at that but right now you're just pissed. You open your mouth to snap back at him but he places a finger on your lipsÂ
"Keep it down this is a library" oh you want to kill him now, the audacity stuns you in your seat. "Listen, I'm in the same class as you, yeah ? Means I am not completely stupid, just trust your teammate ok?" he smiles, sliding your glasses on your nose until his finger comes in contact with the skin between your eyebrows. Without another word he pats the top of your head, turning his heels to make his way to the library exit.
What the fuck ?Â
A long exhale escapes your lips as you slide back in your chair, well... your mood is ruined you cannot get another word down. gathering your stuff you shove them in your bags, following the same direction your partner took a few minutes ago.Â
The soft breeze hits your cheeks and your pressure lowers a little, you should take breaks more often, this feels nice. The smell of nicotine hits you and you take a long whiff, god you would love a cigarette right now maybe you can borrow one to the person ? Turning your head toward the source of your desire, here stands no other than Eren. Life is really cruel to you these days. His emerald eyes catch yours and a smile curls around the butt of the cigarette. Snapping your head back, you speed walk toward the dorm, you swear you heard him laugh behind you.Â
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Against all expectation Eren did send his part after the party. It didn't meet your expectations but you're seeing him again today so you'll suggest the modification and smooth it over so it looks like an actual group project and not a patchwork of personal pieces. Eren invited you to his place to continue working, originally he wanted to work at yours but you said no, you wouldn't want his presence in your personal space, it's too intimate and the way he behave like an elephant in a china shop the other days makes you sweat just by thinking of him in your own apartment.Â
Standing in front of the main door of the two story house you take a deep breath before knocking twice. An unfamiliar face greets you and you're wondering if you had the wrong address, scrambling to apologize you're about to leave when you hear Eren's voice in the back
"Connie, is that my nerd ?" The man in front of you, which you assume is Connie, tilts his head to the side, looking you from head to toe. You clutch your books tighter against your chest in embarrassment.Â
"Looks like it"Â
"Come on in " Eren's face appears behind the bald man and you step in the house "Just take off your shoes man" Eren says, squeezing your shoulder. Barely two words in and you're already tense. Why is he so comfortable with physical touch and stupid names?Â
Nevertheless you oblige, toeing off your converse. You hear a stream of foreign voices coming from your right, following the noises you fall face to face with a group of boys playing mario kart, laughing and screaming at each other. This cannot be real you think, feeling your arms weaken a bit.
"Eren ! If you were busy you should have told me I would've come another day."Â
"No, that's fine! The boys are here but I'm taking you upstairs, it's where my desk at" he says, sliding his hand over your shoulder, looking down at you. He's close, maybe too much but you don't have it in you to fight, you can feel the warmth of his body despite your clothes. Holding his gaze you only notice now that his hair is down, fully down not half up like he wears so often his dark locks frame his face cascading on his broad shoulders. He is pretty, very pretty, your cheeks heat up a bit, you're about to change subject to get your mind off your stupid thoughts when a voice interrupts you.
"No foolishness upstairs yeah ?" Connie giggles looking back at the two of you, controller in hand.
"Worry about yourself bro being 11th against Floch is stupid" he smirks earning a fit of laughter from the rest of the group. Hand still around your shoulder he leads you up the stairs.
His room is cleaner and tidier than you expected but you're relieved, Placing your book and laptop on his desk you start to organize your thoughts, you have a lot to do today if you want to be ready by next week.
"I've read what you sent me. It is pretty good but I would like to circle back on a few points with you if that's ok ?" you ask, taking place in one of the chairs facing the desk.Â
"Sure thing, that's why we're here for" he smiles, scraping the chair against the floor in order to sit on it. The screeching noise making your brow furrow, everything about him is so... intense.
The session goes smoothly, Eren is way more focused then back in the library. Maybe he just needs to be in a place he is familiar with to be productive ? Sure he would run downstairs whenever the boys cheered loudly to see what it was about, blow the smoke of his juul straight in your face, stretch and groan like he spent the last decade tied up to this chair. But as long as the work is done you don't think you mind anymore.Â
"So I'll take care of the visual presentation, next time we see each other we could do a rehearsal of the oral presentation ? What do you think ?" you ask gathering your belongingsÂ
"I think we are going to rock this shit" he says, holding up his hand in the air. He's he expecting a high five like you guys are some sort of football team ? You stare at his palm. "Come oooon loosen up little nerd we did such a good job today" he waves his hands and you dap it quickly, shaking your head left to right a small smile growing on your lips. You stand up and he walks you downstairs.
The group of boys sitting on the couch is smaller, no more Connie in sight, you don't recognize a single face.Â
"Want to stay for dinner ?"Â
"No I gotta get back home but thanks for the invite"
"Right, go back before the sun goes down and the wolf gets you" he laughs, grabbing your forearm when you lose balance putting your shoes back on.Â
"Funny guy" you roll your eyes looking up at him. Behind Eren are two silhouettes, two boys that look like twins except one is slightly taller than the other, they still look very similar, upturned nose and slick hair pushed back. They are watching the interaction with curious eyes before whispering to each other. Right, the biggest gossips you know are actually men.Â
"Don't take everything so personally it was just a joke"
"I know, it was just lame" it's your turn to laugh now, his eyes crinkle letting your forearm go, he opens the door for you.
"Well, see you around i guess" you nod your head stepping out, Eren sends a wink your way before closing the door shut in a forceful manner.... as always.Â
Walking into the evening sun you still feel the shadow of his touch on your arm, goosebumps raise on your skin and you shove the thought in the back of your head, sliding your airpods in.Â
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The presentation is in two days, you booked one of the private rooms of the library to have a proper rehearsal but something is missing.. Eren is missing, and now you're about to lose your reservation.
"You know the rules, private rooms can not be booked for a single person so I think you have to go" the girl with ashy gray hair says with a fake nice smile.Â
"Yeah and that's pretty selfish to do, you know ?" the one with the black pigtails add
"I'm telling you my partner is on his way. I'm not hogging this room for myself and I'm not selfish. I booked it!"
You are starting to lose your patience. They've been trying to kick you out of the room  for the past five minutes. A familiar silhouette snakes its way to the room and your shoulder relaxes.Â
"Mina, Hitch" his honeyed voice interrupts.
Both girls turn around and squeals greetings once they realise who it is. He gives each of them  a quick side hug, cheeks pressing together "Oh my god Eren i didn't know the room was for you" You mentally check out after that sentence, their smile seems genuine now and you laugh to yourself. So all it takes for them to act normal is a popular boy ? noted for the next time you want to book a private room. Their conversation digresses to something else and you interrupt them, having lost enough time as it is.
"Eren ? Can we get to work please ?" You can't see his eyes because he's wearing sunglasses... indoors but by now you shouldn't even be shocked at this point, his head turns your way.
"Duty call ladies, but it was nice to see you" he flashes them a million dollar smile guiding them out of the room with hands on their lower back. Minna and Hitch turn around saying their goodbye as they speed walk out of the library, arms linked with one another and hushed whispers.Â
Seated across from you, Eren hasn't taken off his glasses yet and now that he is close, the faint smell of weed gets to you.Â
"Are you high ?" you ask, clinging to your last hopes. No answer comes from him but the cheshire smile he gives you makes you slump in your seat. "Eren! Is this why you're late ? I almost got kicked out because of you!" you try to keep your tone steady but you fail, voice pitching higher than usual.
"It's not the reason I'm late but yes I smoked." He says finally taking off the shades from his eyes, they're red, making the emerald color of his irises pop out. You won't admit it but... he looks good like that. His hair is fully tied back today, making it impossible to escape his powerful gaze. "And there's no way they would have managed to get you out, you looked ferocious with your eyebrow tight. Mina and Hitch are all bark, no bite. " he snickers, digging his laptop out of his bag.Â
You don't give him credit for his attempt at loosening up the atmosphere, connecting your laptop to the monitor. The fake presentation goes fairly well, Eren seems distracted, staring at you when he's supposed to be reading his parts. You would throw a pen his way to make him snap out of it, posture straightening up he would continue the flow of speech in such a natural way, eyes still never leaving yours. His gaze is hard to maintain so you would often nod your head, looking down at the powerpoint. Everytime you look back up a smirk was displayed on his face.Â
After a few more repetitions you decide that you're ready for the real presentation. Eren is waiting for you at the door, bag swinged over his shoulder displaying his beefy arm. You trot up to him so he doesn't have to wait longer. Once outside of the library he's ready to part way but you hold onto his biceps, his eyebrows shot up in surprise.Â
"Eren please don't smoke before the oral presentation on friday" you must sound pathetic but you don't care you'll probably never speak to him after this project is over. You can see that he is holding back a smile before he opens his mouth.
"You worry way too much my little nerd." Eren leans in for a hug, the same type he gave the two girls earlier, but he lingers a bit longer, his large hand rubbing your back.the embrace is somehow reassuring you take a deep breath patting his back, you choose to believe him if this goes south for any reason you'll give your all in the other discipline to compensate.Â
"See ? you can actually relax when you want to" he smirks putting his sunglasses back on.
You roll your eyes adjusting your tote bag on your shoulder "Bye" you turn around.Â
Walking toward the dorms you think about Eren, usually his touch would irritate you, him being so casual with everyone and anything drives you crazy. But today after you saw him being sweet to those girls, you are glad he hugged you too... and the way he refers to you as his nerd is kind of cute. A long exhale escapes your lips : remember that everything will be over after friday. Maybe it's for the better, this way you won't get the wrong idea.Â
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Presentation went well ! The transitions were smooth and the questions asked by the other classmates at the end allowed you to prove your work was not surface level but well rounded and constructed on serious work of research. You had to literally step on eren toes when he would space out, throwing any supply at him is not possible since you were in presence of the entire class and not the privacy of the study room. Other than that, no bumps. It is a huge weight off your backÂ
The oral exam being done also means that you are officially free from any academic pressure... until next semester but still ! You can take time to relax now. And it is exactly what you're doing, sitting on a bench you are catching up on your personal reading that you put aside due to the amount of deadline you were meeting. The three above you provide the perfect amount of shade while you still enjoy the warm breeze of the afternoon. A smile grows on your face as you read more and more of the eternal husband. It's not the book that makes you smile but the simple fact you are able to read it.
Your bliss is cut short when you feel a heavy weight on your foot, ready to brawl you put your book down with vigour.Â
"It's only payback don't look at me like that" Eren of course it's him "Plus you got out of the classroom at lightning speed i might have thought the last weeks were a fever dream you disappear so quickly"Â
"I stepped on your toes because you were just staring at me. It was your time to speak! And i left because i had things to do"Â
"And I was staring because you missed a part of your speech it isn't like you you know ? that's why i was shocked"
"Wait ? I did ? " You mentally replay the whole scene and can't seem to find a crack in it.
"It is so easy to mess with your mind my little nerd" Eren says ruffling your hair while a laugh makes his shoulder shake. You push his hands vigorously.
"Don't joke about this, I'm serious! "Â
"Soo tense, you know what you need ? To relax, to live a little"Â
"I was relaxing before you tried to amputate my foot," you said, grabbing your book to emphasize your words.
"Oh come on you can't be serious we just finished exams and you're dipping your nose in that russian freak story ?"
"To each their own" you say opening it back to resume your reading but a thought crosses your mind "What do you do to relax" abandoning the printed pages to look back at him. You immediately regret your question as a devilish smirk grows on his face.Â
"Would you like to know ? Or better I could show you" Eren says, picking up a leaf that has fallen in your hair, his finger traveling down so he can tilt your chin up. "Come by my place tonight ?"
"You're having a party ?" you ask sheepishly. That is why is known for on campus, parties, girls dying for him to notice them and his amazing athletic performances. You never went to one of his famous parties nor his games. Not your cup of tea but still, you were curious about it. Eren eyes are blank for a moment, fingers caressing your chin. "Yeah, something like that, so are you coming ? To have a proper end to this collaboration."Â Â
A last goodbye huh ? If his parties hold up to their reputation you probably won't even see him tonight due to the amount of people that would be present, and you doubt he will come to find you out of all people. You would be lying if you said a part of you doesn't want to go to his house, see what the fuss is all about... You will only stay so many years in college fuck it. "Ok i'll be there" HIs face lights up "Can't wait then" Another million dollar smile sent your way and his trotting off god knows where on campus.Â
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The sun sets faster than you realise, it's time to get ready for tonight, you do not know what to wear, how to do your hair and makeup, walking back and forth between your closet and the full length mirror in your living room you can't decide which dress will make the cut. Mini black backless dress or baby pink strappy dress ? Your mind tends to the black one, it's more casual you'll be more comfortable. Oh my god shoes, what about shoes ? If you call Annie to ask her you know she'll hang up, sighing as you rummage through your tiny shoe storage. The dress is black you might go for black shoes as well. strappy black heels they're toe open, a quick glance at your feet and you can see that your nail polish is still intact. Well looks like you got an outfit.Â
Opting for a light make up you made a wing eyeliner (surprisingly fast, given the fact that you didn't wear makeup for a longtime due to your exam ) , lip gloss, mascara blush and concealer to hide the bags you accumulated for the last few weeks. You smile at your reflection, it is good to see you this primed, you feel like you again. The glasses would spoil the look so you go for lenses tonight, and for your hair, you let them sits freely around your face and dow your back, the dress being backless would call for an updo but you're having a good hair day so screw itÂ
22:37 reads your phone about time to go. You're feeling a bit anxious but decide to ignore it.
You call an uber and soon enough the car pulls up in the familiar driveway. Thanking the driver as you make your way to the steps, the absence of noise from any kind strikes you, you would've thought that the famous parties at the Yeager house have bass loud enough to feel them in your chest. Â
Before you have the time to process anymore thoughts, the door swings open revealing Eren, smiling ear to ear, looking at you up and down, his adam's apple bobs up. "Come on in" he says holding his hand out, you take it, climbing up the few stairs that separate the both of you.
"Where is everyone else ?" you ask, surprised to find the house empty.Â
"They'll be here" he says leading you to the kitchen, hand on the small of your naked back "Tomorrow" he adds with a grin.Â
"Eren!"Â
"What ? If I told you tonight was just us would you still have come ? " he asks, filling two cocktail glasses with a thick orange liquid. Eren takes your absence of reaction as an answer. "It's just that we spent all this time together and I never saw you anything other than stressed, I couldn't imagine you going to a party to be honest" he snickers, dipping his lips in the colorful mixture as he slides the other glass your way against the kitchen island. "Look at you nerd,not wearing your glasses, dress and heels on, you look good like that ! "
"You deemed me a nerd because I wear glasses and read books" you grumble looking down at your glass, not picking up his comment on your appearance but it makes your insides mushy.Â
"Not really, the first time we met you literally explain to me in details the lore of the dance of the dragons because you saw my Daenerys keychain" you close your eyes mortified by the memory "Don't be embarrassed that was fun ! " he hits your shoulder, laughing at your reaction.Â
You remember it all too well, it was your second year of college, Eren sat next to you, the small classroom got cramped fast and he was late, beggars can't be choosers. It is true the pop Daenerys figure caught your attention and you made small talk and might got carried away but there's no harm in that or so you thought, guess you annoyed him pretty bad if he still remembers it to this day. Feeling your cheeks heat up, you turn your head right, a few days ago this is where his group of friends were playing mario kart, now that the space is empty you got a nice view of his living room.
"You have a fireplace ? Fancy" you remarkÂ
"What you don't ?"Â
"My humble student apartment doesn't allow this type of furniture"
"That is really sad, want me to put it on for you ?" you roll your eyes and he leads you once more around his house, cocktails in hands.Â
Both of you are kneeling in front of the fireplace,resting on the fluffy white rug. Eren is filling its center with different sizes of wood sticks. You admire his arms flexing and stretching as he moves around. Tonight he is wearing a tight white shirt that highlights his toned body. His dark hair is fully down once more, the ends are a bit damp, making some spot on his shoulder see through, a grey jogger is covering his legs. Damn. He looks good wearing that. Once the branches are neatly placed he adds a fire starter and hands you a box of matches, the long type ones.Â
"Do me the honour" he smiles, you return his expression, scratching the red tip against the rough side of the box and sticking it to the little white cube, the flame catches quickly and you squeak, retrieving your hand from the chimney. Eren claps at your side praising you in an obnoxious manner. "She did it!" and others exclamations as if you saved the world. You laugh at his antics, eyes fixated on the yellow and orange hues that dance in front of you.
"Did you know that in ancient Rome everyone was peeing at the same place "latrines" with the strong concentration of ammonia in urine a single match would have been enough to blow the whole place up ?" you snort, thinking about the anecdote you learn in latin classes as the fire crackles in front of you.Â
"No I didn't" you turn to him and he is wearing his signature teasing expression. You know what is thinking already, you can almost hear his voice say it; nerd. Here you go ranting about random facts because you're hampered, and being alone with Eren at his house is the reason. At least you can blame the heat coursing through your body on the nearby fire. You take another sip from your cocktail.Â
"Is that a sex on the beach ?" you ask to change the subject. Eren nods looking impressed that you know. "I was going to offer you a beer but I have the feeling you would like something more refined."Â
"Nice catch, I don't like beer, but I have to say I didn't imagine you drinking cute cocktails."
"I'm a versatile guy, and I like to adapt to my guests." he smiles clinking your glasses with his before you both drink some more. Â
The conversations flow easily with him, against all expectations you guys have a lot of common interests, video games, movies and music taste. You realize that maybe you have judged him as much as he did you. Eren is currently refilling both your glasses in the kitchen as you scroll through his vinyl collection. You asked for a soft drink, feeling like the alcohol and the warm waves that come from the fireplace would be the perfect combo lulling you to sleep.Â
Your shoes are long forgotten by the fireplace, you are sitting on your ass, feet joint by your side. Eren slides back to your side handing you your drink. Your thighs are flush against each other, the more you were talking through the night, the closer you got, literally. The fireplace gives his face a warm light, accentuating his features, his lips are moving but you cannot decipher a single word. He is so pretty like that, the heat coming from the chimney decouples his scent, lavender and wood. You take a deep breath to ground yourself but you can't push away the need to kiss him.Â
Leaning into Eren's chest, you press your lips into his, softly, to see if is going to pull back or not. He doesn't, you feel his arm wrap around your shoulder, making it impossible for you to squirm away, but you wouldn't even if you could. His lips are intoxicating, he leans more and more into you as his tongue enters your mouth. Desperate for more you set down your glass on the ground, fisting his shirt in your palms. His secondhand goes on your waist securing your place once more as your tongue battles against each other for dominance. Eren breaks the kiss, still holding you close
"Needy much ?" Eren laughs, swiping his tongue on his bottom lips, your eyes don't miss a single bit, you hum absentmindedly. Diving for another kiss this time you let your hands go to his hair pulling slightly to make him open his mouth, your tongue snakes in when he gives you access, he tastes like cherry and orange and a mix of vodka. You freeze
"Are you drunk ?" The last thing you want is to take advantage of the situation. "From two cocktails ? I'm offended" you giggle and he dips his face in your neck, licking and sucking at your skin, his lips are cold, contrasting with the warmth the fire laced your body with, a shiver parcour you and you moan.Â
Eren travels lower, kissing your breath through the material of your dress "Can I take it off ?" he asks emerald eyes boring through yours you nod, not trusting your voice under his intense gaze. He peels the black cloth of your shoulders letting it sit on your belly. "Who would've thought my nerd has those pretty little tits" he muses fondling them in his large hands. "Do you even know my name ?" you tempt. "Of course I do, y/n" he murmurs, kissing the side of your boob, "My beautiful y/n" he adds, taking your nipple in his mouth, eyes never leaving yours.
Fuck, you should have shut up, your name rolling of his tongue ties your stomach in knots. You exhale loudly arching your back to push more skin into his mouth. You allow yourself to close your eyes, head falling back as your hand travels south to your crotch, fingers toying with your clit. Eren grunts against your areola at the sight, his own fingers entering your wet cavern, you gasp at the intrusion. "Teamwork baby we're used to this" he groans before switching to your other breast. The circular motion you're self inflicting on your bundle of nerves is slowly making you unwind. On his side Eren is curling his digits inside your cunt, in search for the spongy spot that is going to make you mewl.Â
You do your best to hold back your moans not wanting to sound like a desperate mess, but another precise curl of his fingers and there you are, whining and thrashing around him uncontrollably. Eren bites your nipple as you slowly come to your senses opening your eyes, you find his emerald orbs staring back at you amused. "That was quite a show" he directs his glistening digits to his mouth, cleaning them from any remaining stickiness. You nudge him with your foot as your eyes travel to his needy bulge, if anything this only makes you want the full Eren Yeager experience.Â
Tugging at his waistband you grab his cock from the confine of his sweatpant, he's not wearing any underwear, you chuckle. "Don't slutshame me, you weren't wearing anything either " he laughs, brushing the hair out of your face. "I didn't say anything" you joke planting kisses on his length, you can tell it is not fully hard, which is quite concerning because it's almost the size of your face already but you can take a challenge, and you want to make him hard without putting it in your mouth yet. So it is exactly what you do, leaving a trail of kisses on his base, his tip, his balls and his impressive length.Â
"You're killing me there y/n" he breathes, lifting his hips off the ground in an attempt to get more friction,what a greedy man he is. But you don't have it in you to tease him any more. Parting your lips you slowly suck the head of his cock in your mouth, the newfound sensation makes him hiss. You circle your tongue around his head, flicking it on his sensitive slit. Once your jaw has relaxed you work more and more of his length inside between your lips, bobbing your head up and down. You hollow your cheeks, working what doesn't fit in your mouth with your hands. His cock is heavy on your tongue, you missed this sensation, moaning around him, you quicken your pace.Â
"Fuck, you read a book to give head this good ?" he half laughs half moans. He's not far from the truth, you used to read erotic types of books when you were younger but he doesn't need to know that. Having your mouth full you can't answer him so you decide to sink your teeth lightly on his skin. "Shit baby, I'm joking!" he groans but you can tell it's not hurting him, relaxing your jaw you resume your activity, the sloppy noise filling the room alongside the fire cracking next to you . "Right, just like, that I love it when you're nice to me" his hips start to thrust up and you let him fuck your mouth, slacking your jaw to the max.Â
HIs breath is getting more and more ragged as he lets curses slip past his lips. He's about to cum and you can't wait to know what he tastes like. His hands come to each side of your face lifting you off his penis.Â
"Eren ?" you mumble, disappointed you haven't gone to the end. He pecks your lips multiple time "Another time baby I want to fuck that little pussy okay ?" you nod, mind too fuzzy to protest. Lowering your upper body onto the carpet Eren hikes your bottom onto his lap. He's looking intently at your pussy before you can feel embarrassed. He parts your entrance with both of his thumb, looking at the arousal ripping out of it. "Cute" he mumbles before wetting his thumb with his tongue and rumbing at your clit a few times. The action makes your cheeks burn, you won't be able to use this move with your books without thinking about this now, you groan, closing your eyes.Â
"Turn around for me baby" he demands, squeezing your thigh, you happily oblige, knees sinking onto the fluffy rug you arch your back the best you can so he can have a good sight. You feel him kissing your entrance a few times just like he did your lips before and restrain yourself not to back on his face. Soon enough his tip prod at your entrance and you sway your hips in anticipation. "Come on Eren please" you mewl looking back at him. Locking his eyes with yours he let his cock fill you up, inch by inch, both your mouths part when he's fully inside. Your brows are tight on your forehead when he starts to ram into your pussy.Â
You close your eyes in bliss, cheek resting against the rug and mouth hanging low. You knew you were going to have fun when you saw what he was packing, but you couldn't imagine him stretching you this good. "That's what you needed y/n ? My cock inside of you to turn that big brain off ?" he rasps,fingers digging in your hips. "Yes Eren thank you" you cry, gripping the soft material under you. restreint is no longer a concern, each of his thrust knocks the air out of your lung filling the room with your lewd moans. "Fuck I needed that too my little nerd, driving me crazy since the first day at the librabry". His chest collapses on top of you, making you lay flat on the ground. "Looking so fucking pretty when you want to cry" he purrs, kissing your ear and jaw.Â
Was he onto you since day one ? That would explain his attitude towards you, the thought makes you clench around him. A swear slips from his lips directly into your ear. One of his arm snakes under your body in between your breasts to finally grab your jaw. "Tell me how that feels baby" he demands, ramming into you deeper each time.Â
"Feelsgoodbaby" your words are slurred because of his grip. "Fuck, turn around I want to cum looking at that face" despite asking, he's the one manhandling you, he position you on your back covering your face in kisses as he stoke his cock a few time befaore entering you once again, "Don't hide or I'll stop" he threatens feeling your face nooking in his neck. "No, Eren don't stop " you pathetically whine, setting your head back down. The last thing you want is for him to stop now, you need the release, you need it bad. "Good girl" he kisses your cheek, linking your hands with each other, fingers intertwined.Â
If you didn't know better, you would've thought he has feelings for you, his forehead is resting against yours, eyes chasing yours, holding hands, this is all too intimate, so much for not getting the wrong idea. Eren's hair dangles in your face, shading the whole word from this moment, right now it's you and him. Your emotions are all over the place and you feel good, so good. A familiar knot forms in your lower belly and you know you're not going to last long, not with the way he's rutting into you like his life depends on it.Â
"Eren can I cum please ? " you don't know why you ask but you do "Fuck, my little nerd is so polite, go ahead make a mess" His thrust are strong now and it's all you need to unravel around his dick as you thank him over and over again. Your body goes limp on the floor, abandoning your hands Eren circles your waist head buried between your breasts as he uses your body to reach his own high, grunting like an animal. Feeling his teeth sink into your skin you know it's about seconds before he shoots his semen inside of your cunt. You feel it dripping down your hole as Eren soothes the bite mark with his tongue.Â
Your hand goes to his hair, caressing as his breath slowly replenishes.
"You're coming to the party tomorrow" he asks, eyes hazy looking up at you. That's what he's thinking after an sex you wonder? "I don't know, is it going to end like tonight ?" "I can only hope" he smiles resting his cheek against your belly. "Well, I can be convinced" looking into the crackling fire you pray he can't hear how loud your heart is beating in your chest.Â
googling shit like "why do i feel bad after hanging out with my friends" and all of the answers are either "you need better friends" (i don't; my friends are wonderful) or "your social battery is drained, you need to rest and regain your energy levels" (i don't; i've got tons of energy, it's just manifesting as over-the-top neurotic mania). why is this even happening. it's like some stupid toll i have to pay as a punishment for enjoying myself too much
