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oml hubby!nanamin reminding you to breath during smex!
sorry for such the long hiatus loves :((
“where do you feel me baby? tell me.” you nails dug into the back of the man currently fucking the shit out of you, to the point where you were incoherent. your thighs pressed against your sweat glazed torso, his hips harshly colliding with yours, hitting the deepest and most sensitive spots you have.
“mmm! n-hereeeee!” you weakly moved one of your hands to your womb. he smiles, kissing your lips and then making home on your sensitive neck. where his moans and groans went straight to your ear.
nanami makes LOVE. he never fucks.
he wants you to lose yourself in the pleasure he gives you, always to the point where you’re overstimulated and almost can’t take it.
one thing nanami always noticed was how you don’t breath whenever you guys have sex. it’s not like when you ask him to slightly choke you, or when he shifts his weight on top of you when you guys are in prone bone. it’s whenever you guys are intimate in general, he has to stop and remind you every time :(
“baby, baby. breathhh.” he halts his hips, holding your face so your gaze is only focusing on him. not even a second passed and you’re gasping in and out, tears cradling down your brown cheeks. “there you go baby, there you go..” he slowly picks up his thrusts again, causing you to whine and whimper. trying your best not to fall into the habit of holding your breath again.
“m’gunna cuhmmm n-nana!” — “that’s my good girl. y-yeaa.” the knot in your stomach about to burst. his tip constantly hitting that spot that makes you feel dizzy. “it’s t’much!”
you whined. pushing against nanami’s abdomen, attempting to halt his thrusts for a moment. but he didn’t let up. “uh, uh baby. let out for me, let it out for your nana.” grabbing your wrists, and pinning it above your head.
the knot in your stomach snaps. squirting all over your husbands and thighs, coating them with your essence. it wasn’t too long until nanami reached his high. quickly pulling out and finishing on your stomach.
“did so good for me baby,” he lifted his hand from your wrist, using it to caress the side of your face.
fin.
PLEASE DON’T LET ARGENTINA WIN OMLLL, ALLEZ LES BLEUS SVPP.
oh im pissed. we’ll bounce back tho, merci les bleus.
PLEASE DON’T LET ARGENTINA WIN OMLLL, ALLEZ LES BLEUS SVPP.
oml hubby!nanamin reminding you to breath during smex!
sorry for such the long hiatus loves :((
“where do you feel me baby? tell me.” you nails dug into the back of the man currently fucking the shit out of you, to the point where you were incoherent. your thighs pressed against your sweat glazed torso, his hips harshly colliding with yours, hitting the deepest and most sensitive spots you have.
“mmm! n-hereeeee!” you weakly moved one of your hands to your womb. he smiles, kissing your lips and then making home on your sensitive neck. where his moans and groans went straight to your ear.
nanami makes LOVE. he never fucks.
he wants you to lose yourself in the pleasure he gives you, always to the point where you’re overstimulated and almost can’t take it.
one thing nanami always noticed was how you don’t breath whenever you guys have sex. it’s not like when you ask him to slightly choke you, or when he shifts his weight on top of you when you guys are in prone bone. it’s whenever you guys are intimate in general, he has to stop and remind you every time :(
“baby, baby. breathhh.” he halts his hips, holding your face so your gaze is only focusing on him. not even a second passed and you’re gasping in and out, tears cradling down your brown cheeks. “there you go baby, there you go..” he slowly picks up his thrusts again, causing you to whine and whimper. trying your best not to fall into the habit of holding your breath again.
“m’gunna cuhmmm n-nana!” — “that’s my good girl. y-yeaa.” the knot in your stomach about to burst. his tip constantly hitting that spot that makes you feel dizzy. “it’s t’much!”
you whined. pushing against nanami’s abdomen, attempting to halt his thrusts for a moment. but he didn’t let up. “uh, uh baby. let out for me, let it out for your nana.” grabbing your wrists, and pinning it above your head.
the knot in your stomach snaps. squirting all over your husbands and thighs, coating them with your essence. it wasn’t too long until nanami reached his high. quickly pulling out and finishing on your stomach.
“did so good for me baby,” he lifted his hand from your wrist, using it to caress the side of your face.
fin.
Is anyone else just the biggest sexually deviant nymphomaniac when it comes to fanfic especially when it's Clark but the biggest prude in real life or just me lol
exact same here - im the grossest sluttiest version of myself on this blog but in real life I haven’t so much as kissed a guy in years and lowkey feel touch starved that’s where all the yearn comes from with writing, like it’s so fun to express that side of yourself in a safe environment and not have a strange man physically in front of u 😭😭😭
so fucking real oml.
oml hubby!nanamin reminding you to breathe during smex!
sorry for such the long hiatus loves :((
“where do you feel me baby? tell me.” you nails dug into the back of the man currently fucking the shit out of you, to the point where you were incoherent. your thighs pressed against your sweat glazed torso, his hips harshly colliding with yours, hitting the deepest and most sensitive spots you have.
“mmm! n-hereeeee!” you weakly moved one of your hands to your womb. he smiles, kissing your lips and then making home on your sensitive neck. where his moans and groans went straight to your ear.
nanami makes LOVE. he never fucks.
he wants you to lose yourself in the pleasure he gives you, always to the point where you’re overstimulated and almost can’t take it.
one thing nanami always noticed was how you don’t breathe whenever you guys have sex. it’s not like when you ask him to slightly choke you, or when he shifts his weight on top of you when you guys are in prone bone. it’s whenever you guys are intimate in general, he has to stop and remind you every time :(
“baby, baby. breathhhe.” he halts his hips, holding your face so your gaze is only focusing on him. not even a second passed and you’re gasping in and out, tears cradling down your brown cheeks. “there you go baby, there you go..” he slowly picks up his thrusts again, causing you to whine and whimper. trying your best not to fall into the habit of holding your breath again.
“m’gunna cuhmmm n-nana!” — “that’s my good girl. y-yeaa.” the knot in your stomach about to burst. his tip constantly hitting that spot that makes you feel dizzy. “it’s t’much!”
you whined. pushing against nanami’s abdomen, attempting to halt his thrusts for a moment. but he didn’t let up. “uh, uh baby. let out for me, let it out for your nana.” grabbing your wrists, and pinning it above your head.
the knot in your stomach snaps. squirting all over your husbands and thighs, coating them with your essence. it wasn’t too long until nanami reached his high. quickly pulling out and finishing on your stomach.
“did so good for me baby,” he lifted his hand from your wrist, using it to caress the side of your face.
fin.
mdni! satoru’s good girl ⋆.𐙚 ̊
cw!!⪼extremely explicit nsfw, heavy degradation, breeding kink, choking, spitting, bondage, edging, overstimulation, crying, size kink, and intense power play. proceed only if you’re comfortable.
the blindfold is back on, but this time gojo ties your wrists to the headboard with his own belt, pulling it so tight your fingers tingle. you’re spread wide on his bed, knees pushed up to your chest in a brutal mating press, completely exposed and dripping..
he’s been at it for almost an hour now.
“ngh— satoru, please—”
you sob, hips twitching uselessly as he drags the fat head of his cock through your soaked folds again, slapping it hard against your swollen clit.
he laughs, low and mean, blue eyes glowing as he watches your cunt clench around nothing.
“aww, listen to you. already crying and i haven’t even fucked you properly yet. what a pathetic little whore. this sloppy pussy gets wetter the more i deny it, huh?”
he pushes just the tip inside — stretching you open so wide it burns — then pulls right back out. you let out a broken “ngh!” that turns into a whimper when he does it again. and again. shallow little thrusts that tease your entrance without giving you any real relief.
“fuck, you’re gripping me so tight even with just the tip,” he groans, voice rough. “imagine how desperate you’re gonna sound when i finally stuff this tight cunt full.”
he spits directly on your clit, watching it drip down to where he’s barely inside you, then rubs it in with his thumb in slow, torturous circles. your whole body jerks, a high-pitched moan escaping before you can stop it.
“that’s it. make those pretty noises for me. let me hear how stupid i’m making you.”
he finally sinks in halfway, the thick stretch forcing another loud “ngh!” from your throat. but he stops there, holding still, letting you feel every inch pulsing inside while he leans down and spits into your open mouth.
“swallow,”
he commands. you do, whimpering, and he rewards you by slamming the rest of the way in, bottoming out so deep you swear you feel him in your guts.
the moan that rips out of you is obscene — “nghhh— fuck— satoru—!” — and he just grins, starting a brutal pace that has the headboard slamming against the wall.
“too big for you, baby? can’t even take my cock without crying like a bitch?”
he taunts, one hand wrapping around your throat and squeezing just enough to make your head spin.
“but you’re still sucking me in so greedily. this pussy was made to be ruined by me.”
every thrust is punishing, skin slapping wetly, your bound hands yanking at the belt as pleasure and overstimulation mix. he keeps you right on the edge, slowing down whenever your walls start fluttering too hard around him.
“ngh— no, no, please don’t stop— i’m so close—” you beg, tears soaking the blindfold.
he slaps your clit hard. “you cum when i say. not before. you’re my slut and i’m gonna edge this greedy cunt until you’re begging to be bred like a fucking animal.”
he pulls out completely again, leaving you empty and sobbing. then he flips you onto your stomach, yanks your hips up high, and shoves back in from behind in one brutal thrust. the new angle hits even deeper. you scream into the sheets, a garbled
“nghhh— too deep—!”
gojo fists your hair and pulls your head back, forcing you to arch as he rails you mercilessly.
“yeah? too deep? then why are you creaming all over my cock, huh? look at this messy fucking pussy — dripping down my balls like a cheap slut.”
he reaches around and rubs your clit fast and mean, never letting up on the brutal thrusts. your moans turn into constant broken “ngh— ngh— ngh—!” sounds, body shaking violently as he edges you for the fifth time tonight.
“please— please let me come— i can’t— ngh— satoru—!”
“beg better,” he growls, choking you harder while grinding deep. “tell me what you are. tell me you need my cum.”
“i’m your pathetic breeding slut— ngh— please fill me up— breed me— pump me full until i’m leaking—”
that does it.
he flips you back over, folds you in half again, and fucks you so hard the bed creaks dangerously. his pace is feral now, hips snapping, balls slapping against your ass.
“gonna breed this cunt so full. gonna stuff you with so much cum you’ll be swollen with it. you want my babies? want me to knock you up like the desperate whore you are?”
“yes— yes— ngh— please— breed me—!”
your orgasm finally crashes over you when he allows it — violent and blinding. you scream, walls clamping down around him like a vice, squirting messily all over his cock and stomach as your body convulses.
“fuck— that’s it— milk me— ngh— good fucking girl—”
gojo groans loud, burying himself to the hilt as he comes hard, thick hot ropes of cum flooding deep inside you. he keeps grinding, pushing it further in, making sure nothing escapes.
“take every drop. that’s my good little breeding hole.”
he doesn’t pull out. instead he stays buried deep, plugging his cum inside while his hand lazily rubs your oversensitive clit again, forcing weak little aftershocks and more pathetic “ngh…” whimpers from you.
after a minute he leans down, kisses your tear-streaked cheek almost sweetly, and whispers against your ear:
“don’t get too comfortable, baby. i’m pulling out in ten seconds… and then i’m flipping you over and fucking another load into you. we’re not stopping until you’re so full you can’t walk tomorrow. understood?”
you can only nod weakly, already throbbing around his still-hard cock.
“ngh… yes, satoru…”
he smirks.
“that’s what i thought.”
fin🏁
a/n:😇can u tell i like the word “ngh”
suguru is so mean :(
mdni
This man is so fucking irritating in the best way possible.
He loves taunting you when you’re crying under him as his veiny, warm, bulging cock slides inside your little wet, creamy pussy. When you tell him to have some sort of mercy on your already well-fucked cunt, he just mimics your plead and challenge you to do something about it. Knowing you can’t.
“Ohhh!”
He copied your moan again in your ear, grinning smugly. He knows exactly what he’s doing when he’s fucking you like this—his cock is just so huge. You want him to stop teasing you. He’s been doing this for several hours and it’s making you sad. You don’t like this game anymore. “Stop d-doing that!” You sniffled and swallowed. He hums teasing. “Mmmh..” he pretends to think about it and deadpans his voice. “No.”
“Wha?” You look at him with puppy eyes at his answer. He has you in a locked full Nelson, his undeniable strength is keeping you in place. He repeats after you in your whiny tone and exaggerates it. “Wha?” You see his grin grow. Before you can respond he purposely speeds up inside you. You squeal and moan. “H-heyyy!” Now he’s ignoring you and fucks your pussy like a sex toy. “Do something about it. Crybaby.” He says. You click your teeth in irritation and sadness.
You can’t do anything about it.
“Sh-shut the fuck up!” He’s hitting all your nerves.
“No.” He simply denies.
His hips go faster into you and you’re on the edge of sobbing. “Stop it!” You cry, voice raw. “Mh-mhh..” he says teasingly. He knows you hate it when he’s teasing you during sex. Because then it just turns into him just being a meanie to you and your pussy. “Stop ittt!” He mocks you again. He bounces you on his cock and you sob harder, he has to and will make sure you feel it until your wailing. “Just a little crybaby, hm?” You want to just cry. It’s so embarrassing and humiliating. It’s true though, you do cry a lot when you’re overstimulated. So now he’s just pointing it out. You try to defend yourself but then he’ll just go faster and further prove his point when more sobs come from you.
“I hate YOUUUUUHHH!!”
“Oh please, cry me a river. Crybaby.”
And he makes you take it—you scream and squeal until all you can do is cry pathetic sobs as he fucks your pussy into a sickening orgasm. And then he makes you take more because your cries are so cute.
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cw: smut(mdni), semi-public sex, p in v, protected sex.
policeman!ony x black!fem!reader
The afternoon sun was beating down hard through your windshield, making the leather steering wheel hot to the touch. You were running late—your cousin’s baby shower started in twenty minutes and you still needed to stop for a gift. That’s why your foot had gotten a little heavy on the gas, pushing the speedometer past seventy on a fifty-five stretch.
The flash of red and blue in your rearview made your stomach drop. Fuck.
You pulled over to the shoulder, killing the engine and watching the patrol car slide in behind you. Standard Dodge Charger, black and white. You took a breath, already reaching for your license and registration from the glovebox. No point in being pissy—you were caught.
The door of the cruiser opened, and you watched in the side mirror as the officer stepped out. Tall. Broad. Uniform stretched tight across his shoulders. He adjusted his cap as he walked up, and you caught a glimpse of dark skin just like yours, sharp jaw, eyes that looked almost amber in the sunlight.
He tapped on your window once. Twice.
You rolled it down, and the heat outside rushed in, mixing with the cold AC. “License and registration, please.”
His voice was deep, calm. Professional. You handed them over, and he looked them over, then down at you.
“You know why I pulled you over?”
“Probably the speeding,” you said, keeping it honest.
“Mm-hmm. Clocked you doing seventy-two in a fifty-five.” He pulled a small notepad from his pocket, clicked a pen. “That’s a hefty ticket, ma’am.”
You sighed, leaning your head back against the seat. “Look, Officer, I’m already running late for a family thing. I ain’t got time for a lecture and a fine.”
He glanced up from his pad, and there was something different in his gaze now. A flicker. He let his eyes drop to your mouth, then down to the open neckline of your blouse before snapping back up.
“Late, huh?” He said it slow, like he was tasting the word. “Running late ain’t gonna save you from the law.”
“Maybe I can make it worth your while,” you said, the words slipping out before you could stop them. It was a gamble, but his reaction told you everything.
He smirked, tucking the notepad away. “You think you can sweet-talk your way out of a ticket?”
“I think I can do a lot more than talk, Officer.”
He looked around at the empty stretch of road—just trees and fields on both sides. No cars coming. He opened your passenger door and slid into the seat beside you, the car dipping with his weight. He was big. Close now, you could smell his cologne, something woodsy and clean.
“You know what happens when you proposition a cop?” He said, his voice dropping lower.
“You tell me.”
He let out a low laugh, shaking his head. “Fuck, you bold.”
He reached over and unbuckled your seatbelt, his fingers brushing against your collarbone. Then he leaned in, lips inches from yours. “I ain’t supposed to do this. But you got me curious.”
You didn’t wait. You grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him into a kiss—rough, wet, tasting of coffee and mint. He groaned against your mouth, his hand sliding up your thigh, slipping under the hem of your skirt.
“Mmph—fuck,” he breathed, pulling back just enough to look at you. “On the side of the road?”
“You got a better idea?”
He glanced in the rearview, then back at you. “Backseat. Now.”
You both moved fast, scrambling over the center console. The space was cramped, but you managed, him pushing the driver’s seat forward so you could stretch out. He climbed in after you, the door clicking shut, and suddenly the world outside felt miles away.
He was on top of you, his weight pressing you into the leather. His hands found your waist, your hips, tugging at your skirt until it bunched around your thighs. You reached for his belt, fumbling with the buckle.
“Shit—hold on,” he muttered, his fingers working faster than yours. He unbuckled, unzipped, and you felt his cock spring free, hot and heavy against your leg. Your mouth went dry.
“You got a condom?”
“Glovebox. Driver side.”
You reached over, your arm stretched awkwardly, your fingers brushing the latch. He laughed softly at your struggle, then reached across you, grabbing a foil packet from the compartment. He tore it open with his teeth, sheathing himself in one smooth motion.
Then he was back, his knee pushing your thighs apart. He slid his hand between your legs, pressing against your panties. You were already wet—soaked, really. He felt it, his eyes darkening.
“Damn,” he whispered, almost to himself. He pulled your panties to the side, and you felt the head of his cock nudge against your opening.
“Yeah, come on,” you urged, your hips lifting to meet him.
He pushed in. Slow at first, then deeper, a long, solid inch-by-inch. You gasped, your nails digging into his back through the stiff uniform shirt.
“Oh—fuck—that’s… mmh, yeah…”
He bottomed out, his forehead dropping to yours. His breath was ragged, warm. “You feel… damn girl, you tight.”
You couldn’t form words. You just wrapped your legs around his waist and rolled your hips, asking for more.
He got the message. He started to move—a steady, deep rhythm at first, the sound of skin slapping filling the tight space. The car rocked on its shocks, a soft creak and groan with every thrust.
“Mmh… yeah, right there—don’t stop…”
He grunted, his pace quickening. “You gon’ make me—fuck—you gon’ make me cum too fast, talking like that.”
You reached down, grabbing his ass, pulling him deeper. “Then cum. I don’t care. Just—ahh—just keep—mmph, right there—”
He buried his face in your neck, his thrusts becoming sloppier, more desperate. The sounds were wet, raw—schlick, schlick—mixing with your moans and his low, guttural groans.
“Shit, shit, I’m—I’m gonna—”
“Yes, yes, yes—cum in me, cum in this pussy—”
His body tensed, a deep shudder running through him as he came, his hips stuttering against yours. You felt the pulse of him inside you, warm and thick through the latex. A guttural sound escaped his throat—half curse, half moan.
You both lay there, panting, the AC still blowing cold air, but your skin slick with sweat. He eased out carefully, disposing of the condom in a little wrapper he stuffed in his pocket.
He sat up, adjusting his pants, straightening his shirt. “Damn.” He ran a hand over his face. “You got my ass in trouble if anyone saw.”
You smirked, pulling your skirt back down. “Worth it?”
He looked at you, a grin spreading across his face. “Yeah. Worth it.” He opened the door, stepping out into the sunlight. Before he closed it, he leaned back in.
“Slow it down next time, alright? Or I’ll have to give you another… warning.”
You laughed, watching him walk back to his cruiser. He didn’t write a ticket. He just got in, gave you a nod through the windshield, and pulled away.
You stayed there for a minute, catching your breath, the taste of him still on your lips. Then you started the engine, checked the rearview, and pulled back onto the road—going the speed limit. For now.
©corsetdevious, all right deserved.
oh i love him.
size difference | clark kent x afab!reader
"fuck!" you cry, throwing your head back and letting your jaw go slack. clark is pistoning his hips against yours relentlessly, the only sounds in the room being the lewd skin slapping and the heavy panting and moans emitting from both of you.
"i know, honey" he coos, trying his best to be sweet verbally despite how rough he's being with you physically. "m'sorry babygirl" he tries.
the stretch was borderline excruciating. he was just too big. the funny part is he doesn't even know he's that big! or atleast he didn't know it until you started screaming complaining about it.
"s'too big, clark!" you mewl, squirming under him, but you can't help but arch into him. it's almost instinctive.
"just breathe, baby... breathe" maybe he should take his own advice, because he's barely able to take in a full breath with just how tight your gummy walls are squeezing and fluttering around him.
"i- can't-" the pleasure becomes overwhelming when clark reaches in between the both of you to aimlessly rub at your clit, anything to get you to stop whining. he immediately notices your eyes roll back and your breath hitch. "s'that better honey?" he asks, "that feel a little better?" you nod frantically, barely able to compute his sweet words as you feel yourself growing closer and closer to coming undone. the sniveling and the cries coming from you morph into delighted moans as the stretch becomes euphoric, his praises egging you on impossibly.
"there she is" he purrs, a small, knowing smirk playing on his face. "there's my girl" he litters your face with small kisses in an effort to calm you down as he continues his thrusts, growing closer to the edge himself.
"g-gosh- baby," he groans, his big fingers still working at your clit. "feels s'good clark!" you moan, right at the edge. "yeah?" he moans right back at you. "that feels good, huh?" he speeds up his thrusts, making you squeal. "feel me so deep, yeah?" he looks down and sees himself poking through your lower belly. he reaches down and presses on the bulge, making you wince at the tightness. the bulge is disappearing and reappearing with every thrust. "shi- shoot, honey" he mutters.
you feel the white hot band in your tummy snap, pleasure shooting through your body as you cry out his name. that alone is enough to push him over the edge as well. he cums deep inside you, fucking into you a few last times. you both lay there, panting. he's heavy on top of you, all 6'3, 235lbs of him laying sweaty on top of you (not that you mind). and of course, clark is quick to comfort you.
he pushes some of the hair out of your face, off of your damp, flushed skin. "you did so good, baby... m'sorry i was so rough" he speaks gently, kissing your forehead.
you're gonna be so sore tomorrow.
Reiner Braun loves hitting it from the back so he can see your curls bounce
Fingernails digging into your hips, Reiner slammed back into you from behind, watching your ass bounce against his hips– and, more importantly, your curls bounce against your upper back.
Reiner absolutely adored your curls. Whenever you would cuddle, he would twist your curls around his fingers, watching them spring back to normal once he let go.
Despite your protests and complaints about how he would cause frizz, Reiner didn’t stop. Your hair mesmerized him.
But above all, his favorite thing is getting to watch your curls bounce and splay around your shoulders whenever he fucks you from behind. In fact, it’s grown to be his favorite position purely because of your hair.
“Reinerrr…” you groaned, arms sore and tired from holding your lower half up in the air for him for so long.
He kept his brutal pace, fat tip hitting deep inside you with every thrust. Reiner had to hold himself back from reaching out to play with your curls mid-act. Watching them just wasn’t enough.
“So beautiful,” he whispered, breathing growing ragged and thrust becoming slower, “so fucking beautiful.”
Reiner slid one hand down to your pussy, rubbing your clit in gentle circles to make up for his slowed pace. He would drag his cock back out slow, and then slam back into without warning just to watch your hair bounce.
“O-oh god, Rei- nghhh I’m gonna cum!” Whimpers becoming pathetically loud, the coil in your tummy snapped, sending your orgasm crashing over you.
Reiner hissed, pulling out, giving his dick a few strokes before shooting a hot load of cum onto your lower back.
“I hope that didn’t get in my hair,” you mumbled, relaxing from your bent position, asleep arms finally coming back to life.
“I would never. Don’t you trust me not to mess with those perfect curls?” Reiner wiped your back off with a tissue off the nightstand, tossing it. He pulled you to his side, strong arms holding you close.
“I guess,” you murmured, voice muffled from your face in his chest. Reiner chuckled, already starting to play with your curls again, not stopping until you both fell asleep.
Finally wrote something specifically applicable to myself… I definitely enjoyed it.
mean!smoke who keeps your hands behind your back whenever he has you on all fours. claiming his decision to do that is because you always run whenever you two are in doggy style but really he just enjoyed seeing how helpless and overstimulated you got when you had no choice but to take his dick. he’d angle his hips so he could go deeper into your essence and so he could find that g-spot, and speed his pace up so his mushroom tip could kiss it over and over again.
“nah, you gone take this dick. all of it, ain’t no morherfucking running.”
mean!smoke who’s idea of punishing you when you’ve been bratty is tying you up to a chair and holding a vibrator up to your clit. letting you get so overstimulated and overwhelmed that you can’t even think or talk straight. he does all of this while making you apologize , and manipulating you into thinking if you apologize he’ll stop. instead he ups the setting with every apology you give him.
“tell daddy you sorry, an’ then i’ll take it off mama.”
mean!smoke who when he feels as though you’re bratting on purpose just so he can give you a “funishment” he’ll let you act up for a little, let you think you’re going to get what you want before quickly bending you over his knee, riding up your skit and using his hand to forcefully spank your ass. after a few minutes your ass starts to hurt, which causes you to try and block his hand from your butt. but he uses his free hand to move it and hold your hand down. forcing you to take it.
“you had so much shit to say earlier. you better take this shit.”
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“o-ohh fuhhckk! so m’deepuhh!” you manicured nails dug into the ruffled sheets, attempting to drag yourself forward to soothe the overwhelming sensation. the man behind you laughed under his breath. you then feel his large hand forced your hips back onto his own, pressuring his god-woven cock deeper in your womb.
“nuh uh, don’t run baby. been a good boy and got an A on that chem final cause’ of you. gotta reward my favorite tutor somehow.”
frat!kuna ran his fraternity like the fucking navy. hosting the largest and hottest parties on campus, holding his head up high (considering he’s 6’4), like he owns every room, and unfortunately is terrible at chemistry. almost failing his final if it weren’t for you.
close quarters
e. jaeger x reader
NSFW
word count: 10k (it’s long but it helps build up the tension i promiseee)
a/n: this one shot was based on a request i received to write cabin eren smut (i lost the request unfortunately). lowkey not a fan of this one but i put so much effort into it🥲
synopsis: y/n tries to keep her composure after an unintentionally sexy car ride with eren only to be dared to share a room with him and one drunken confession finally force them to acknowledge the tension between them.
content warnings: forced proximity, lap sitting, sexual tension, friends to lovers, brief male masturbation, vouyeristic themes, alcohol consumption, awkward tension, kissing, grinding, oral (f receiving), p in v sex, protected sex, very brief choking, semi public sex (thin walls), mouth covering, trying to “stay quiet”, accidental creampie
The journey wasn't too far. Maybe around half an hour. That was why it was okay for the two of you to do what you would be doing. Surely it was okay.
For the weekend, the seven of you were heading over to Jean's cabin. It was a great way to vacation: a weekend long hangout just for you and your friends.
However, an issue arose upon the seating arrangements. There were seven of you whereas Jean's car was only a five seater.
And, for that reason, you found yourself clambering onto Eren's lap to secure your seat in the car. "Take your time." Eren held onto your hand, guiding you into the already, practically fully, packed car. His other hand rested on the top of the car door, right above your head, to avoid any injury. "You got it?" Eren moved to pat your thigh, encouraging you to move it outwards into some sort of straddle over both of his legs, rather than a straddle over just one.
"Eren, I'm literally wearing a skirt. I can't just spread my legs like that." You began to tug at the stubborn material of your denim skirt, attempting to cover your now slightly exposed panties. "Keep your legs together." You pushed his knees together, your own legs closing from the chain reaction.
"Well, now I'm uncomfortable. Scoot forward." Eren lifted his hips slightly before pushing you down so that you rested further down his thighs. "How's that?"
"What's going on between you two? Sounds like you've been in this position before." Connie snorted from the opposite back seat, underneath Sasha who was now adjusting her position in his lap, raising his eyebrows.
Mikasa slapped Connie with the back of her hand from the middle seat. "Don't make this any more insufferable than it has to be." She warned before pulling down her sunglasses.
"Yeah guys, it's literally half an hour." Jean called out from the passenger seat.
"You guys all situated?" Armin turned from the front seat, his GPS in hand.
"Wait a minute." You began to tug at the seatbelt, attempting to have it cover the both of you. However, your efforts were to no avail. It would stop short of being locked in as the space between you and Eren was far too great.
"It's probably faulty, knowing Jean." Eren reassured from behind you. "We don't need one. We'll be fine."
"No, we do. Sasha, how'd you get yours on?" You tugged desperately before turning to see if anything was possibly jammed.
"Bro, you gotta hold her closer than that." Connie indicated to the position him and Sasha were in. "Like this." There was barely any space between the two of them. Truly, her back was against his front. And her ass was right on his-
"Yeah, that's literally the only way we could do it." Sasha confirmed.
"Okay, hold on. My pockets are full." Eren prefaced. As you waited, grabbed onto the headrest of Armin's seat and leaned forward as Eren sorted out his brief dilemma. That was why it was such a shock to you when Eren grabbed you by the hips, tugging you backwards.
You almost gasped at the motion, your eyes instantly widening. "Try it now." Eren instructed casually, way too casually considering the way he had just manhandled you. Thankfully, once you turned back to Sasha and Connie, neither of them had noticed your... moment— if you could call it that. "There you go."
Eren let go of your hips as soon as the seatbelt was done. At that, you felt like you could finally breathe. He slightly pulled his hips backwards, although it was to no avail. It was an uncomfortable position, sure, but you kept telling yourself that it was only a half an hour ride.
Correction: it was half an hour with no traffic. That was why, when you hit the road smack bang in the middle of rush hour, you found yourself engulfed in traffic. It wasn't like it was a traffic jam or anything, it was just constant stops which would last around two minutes each as you slowly drove a couple inches each time. It was getting extremely stressful, at least, for you.
The rest of the car was filled with singing, music and chatter. It was mainly Connie, Sasha and Jean bantering as always whilst Mikasa had her earphones in, listening to her own music and Armin focused on driving. For you and Eren, however, it was practically silent.
You had almost forgotten that you were sat on top of Eren what with how quiet he was being. It was truly shocking to see the Eren Jaeger go so long without spewing. You almost wanted to ask if he was okay. That was until he spoke up before you. "Can you stay still? Please." His voice was hushed as he pleaded with you.
"Huh? Oh, uh, sorry." You swallowed hard before adjusting yourself by scooting ever so slightly forward. The feeling of Eren's warm breath coated the back of your neck as you tried to stay in one place despite the shakiness of the ride.
It wasn't until the car hit a speed bump and you were sent plunging backwards until you felt it. You felt Eren. You felt him beneath you. He was pressed right up against your ass— well, his cock was.
You knew that there was absolutely no mistaking it, especially as you heard his breath hitch the second you made contact. Your entire body heated up as your blood ran cold. You were sat right on Eren's hard on. Holding your breath, your entire body tensed up.
Whether he knew that you felt it, you were unsure of. But, you definitely didn’t want to outwardly react and risk making things any more awkward. And so, you settled for staying as quiet and still as you could and hoping that it would blow over.
But, you really couldn't think straight for the next couple of minutes. All you could do was hyper focus on Eren and the feeling of his bulge pushing right up against your ass. It wasn't like you wanted to— well that was what you told yourself. After all, his hard on was something that couldn't go unnoticed when you were directly on top of it. Eren's breath was heavy. You could hear him from beneath you. His mouth was closed and yet, his strong huffs rang through your ears.
Your body flushed and you made the mistake of adjusting your hips once again. It was completely involuntary and only when the action was completed did you realise what you had done.
Eren's hands instantly flew towards your hips. The action was frantic yet subtle enough for it to be played off. But, of course, you could see right through him. He cupped his hands around your back, creating a barrier between the two of you almost in an attempt to partially separate you from him.
You would've apologised but, if you were to apologise, then Eren would've known that you knew he was hard. In order to be able to survive the rest of the weekend, you needed to pretend. You needed to act completely oblivious.
So, that was what you did for the rest of the drive. You browsed your phone, kept as still as possible and hoped that no more speed bumps came up. Eren seemed to be alright with that arrangement as he slowly let go of you, trusting you near his hard cock— or maybe he just didn't want anyone else to notice that he was holding you so intimately.
However, just because you were physically calm, that didn't mean that your mind wasn't running at one hundred miles per hour. You were hot, so incredibly hot and your throat was growing dry. You hated the places that your mind was going to and you needed to exit that car immediately if you wanted to hold onto your willpower.
Even as you began to exit the car, you almost felt weak in the knees. You could barely support yourself, having to promptly remind yourself how to stand for the sake of not causing any suspicion.
"The guys have already been here so you can start packing away and whatever. I'll take the girls on a tour if you don't mind?" Jean instructed, his own luggage in hand as he sorted everyone out.
You noticed that Eren had only just left the car when Jean began speaking. Surely he had been adjusting himself. That thought alone had your lip finding its way between your teeth.
But, the focus you had on Eren was soon alleviated when you finally saw the cabin for what it was. The exterior in itself had you shocked what with the scenic location and its intricate design. However, as soon as Jean unlocked the door, you were completely taken aback.
"So, Connie and Sasha will be sharing the bunk beds." Jean spoke as he led you through the upstairs. "Y/n and Mikasa will share a double bed." You and Mikasa both nodded in confirmation. "Okay, and then Armin and Eren will share the other double bed.”
Jean vaguely pointed at each door of each bedroom throughout the tour, clearly rushing through so that you guys could unpack and begin your weekend long hangout. Yet, it was near the end of the tour that you realised that nature was calling. "Where was the bathroom, again?"
"Each bedroom has a bathroom. Yours was the room next to Eren and Armin's, right?" Jean asked to which you nodded. "Second floor on the right."
You wandered back through the halls and down the stairs until you reached the second floor. It was there that you remembered that you had basically forgotten what Jean had told you. It was the second door to the right, right? Either way, you could always turn around if it was the wrong room.
As soon as you opened it, you knew you were wrong. Eren and Armin's luggage were placed into the room, slightly open and searched through yet the room was still pretty empty as the items hadn't been unpacked. Nevertheless, it was the first bedroom you had entered and you were marvelled by the furnishing.
Yet, as you were about to walk around, you were stopped by a noise. It was over the other side of the wall, near where the bathroom was. If there were to be one downside to Jean's cabin, it was that the walls were incredibly thin. And, for that reason, when you focused hard enough, you could hear exactly what was going on. You could hear those quietened moans and the harsh fapping.
Holy fucking shit. There was no need for you to ask questions. With the context of the car ride and the undeniably taboo sounds that you were hearing, there was no way that Eren wasn't jerking himself off in that bathroom.
Each time you made an attempt to collect yourself, your heart would pick up again and your skin would flush. You were so incredibly thankful that Eren had no idea that you were there as you found yourself frozen for what felt like minutes, the sound of his actions filling your ears.
It wasn't until you heard the movements of the others from upstairs that you realised exactly what you were doing. You were listening in on your friend through the wall as he masturbated in private. Holy fuck, you were a pervert.
With haste, you sped towards your room and made a b line for the bathroom. You were completely ready to spend the rest of the night in there. After all, there was absolutely no way that you would be able to face Eren after that whole fiasco. You just couldn't look at him the same way.
That was why for the rest of the afternoon, late until evening, you stuck with Sasha and Mikasa. However, you could only stay separated for so long. That was why, you made your way through as many drinks as possible. You squeezed your second empty can of cut water as you entered the cabin once more, tossing it into the trash with a loose hand as you felt your body start to heat up. The liquor was hitting you, but, that wasn't enough to cover your fluster.
Sat on the couches in the living room were the guys. They had already gotten out more vodka and each had a shot glass in hand. "What's going on here?" Sasha asked as she sat down on a couch.
"Playing truth or dare. If you don't wanna answer you gotta take a shot." Jean reached for the shot glasses on the side table next to him before filling them up. "Wanna join?" He passed one shot glass over to Sasha.
"I'm in." You shrugged and received your glass from Jean, Mikasa following suit. However, as you turned, the only open seat was next to Eren. It made your heart skip a beat. "You can sit." Indicating towards Mikasa, you offered her the seat on the couch.
"Oh no, I'll sit on the edge. You sit first." Mikasa beckoned for you to sit next to Eren.
Reluctantly, you took a seat next to Eren, your body filling with way more heat than it could tolerate. Swallowing hard, you tried not to breathe too hard or fast as you stared into the, suddenly really interesting, shot glass that you were handed— anything to not have to face that man.
"Okay, I'll start again. You can't dare someone to kiss, fuck or not fuck anyone else and you can't have someone strip down or do anything gross like piss outside." You and the rest of the girls nodded along to Jean's rules. "You can ask about basically anything but you can't ask any follow up questions until the next round. Got it?"
The three of you confirmed practically in unison. "Okay, well, it was my turn before." Connie spoke. "Mikasa, truth or dare?"
"Dare."
"I dare you to swap rooms with Eren. So, you'll be with Armin and Eren will be with Y/n." Connie Smirked. "At least for tonight."
"You can't do that! That's like you daring all of us!" You argued.
“Tell Armin shouldn’t have given me that stupid ass dare earlier.” Connie scoffed.
"Can't I take a shot?"
"It wasn't your dare." Jean asserted.
You bit your cheek as you looked up at Mikasa with pleading eyes. There was no way. You really couldn't do this. Mikasa had to take that fucking shot.
"I'm fine with that." Your heart sank, filling your throat and clouding your mind. "Jean, truth or dare."
You weren't sure of what went on for the rest of what felt like the hours you spend playing afterwards as the only thing on your mind was that damn sleeping arrangement. Both rooms only had one bed. You remembered. That would mean that you would have to share a bed with Eren. There was no avoiding it.
Any other day, it would've been okay. You were friends. Nothing else. However, that particular of all days, the tension between the two of you was palpable. You had felt his hard fucking cock for crying out loud.
It wasn't exactly like you were scared however. Well, you weren't scared of Eren. The issue was that no matter how much you tried to avoid it, you couldn't help the fact that your body responded to it. You were wet. That entire car journey, you were soaking your fucking panties. It wasn't until you had finally reached the bathroom that you realised just how turned on you had been. There was no doubt that you were incredibly attracted to Eren. You hated it.
"Y/n, truth or dare." Your eyes lifted to meet Sasha. Suddenly being pulled out of your daze.
"Dare." You had your shot glass prepared, ready to avoid anything that Sasha threw at you.
"I dare you to take a sip of a drink that I'm gonna make for you." That malicious grin was potent on her face. "If you don't wanna take a sip you're gonna have to take a shot." Sasha bit her lip as she smiled, dangerously proud of herself.
You tossed the contents your shot glass into your mouth. As much as the taste made you quiver, it filled you with an added, warm buzz. "I'm calling it a night here." You declared.
"Yeah, I think I’ll head to bed too." Connie ushered Sasha up along with him. "And, my dare still stands!" Connie reminded the four of you, making you all sigh in unison.
"Perfect, I’m exhausted." Armin stood up and stretched.
"Mikasa, you wanted me to show you how to turn on the fireplace?" Jean called for her as he stood up himself.
"Oh, yeah." Mikasa followed after Jean, leaving just you and Eren sat on the couch.
Instantly, you scrambled to your feet. "I'm gonna as well.”
"Yeah." Eren agreed as he followed you towards the staircase. Fuck. Now you were really stuck with him.
"How drunk are you?" You asked, walking slightly slower as you met Eren’s pace.
"Kinda tipsy. You?" Eren tucked his hands into the pockets of his pants.
"Same here. I'll probably fall asleep quick." You said.
"Awh." Eren tutted.
"What? Want me to stay up with you?"
"I just wanna talk." Eren collected the glasses that you had rinsed and began to load them into the dishwasher. "We haven't spoken all day. I thought I pissed you off."
From the way Eren spoke, it sounded authentic. For all you knew, Eren may have just randomly popped a boner in the car and the circumstances had him at your mercy. There was no solid evidence that You were the one who got him hard. There was no need for you to be getting all worked up over it.
That was why you let down the walls that you had put up that day. From your time spent unpacking until your shower, you and Eren were talking. You were talking like nothing had happened and, you hated it.
You weren't sure what it was about the situation beforehand. It just felt so forbidden that it almost made you feel good. It was flattering, making you feel pursued. After all, you did make Eren Jaeger hard.
However, since you had put it 'past' you, it felt too normal. It was as if it had never happened. But it most certainly did. You hated pretending like it wasn't making you go crazy.
At least you knew that the knocks you were hearing at the door were real when you turned the handle and were met with Sasha. "Where's Eren?" She shifted from heel to tip toe, a grin on her face and her hands behind her back.
"In the shower, why?" You rested your head against the doorframe, arms crossed over each other as the cool summer nights breeze dawned on you.
"Perfect." Sasha allowed herself in by pushing at your torso and making you take steps back while she took steps forward. "I have a present for you." Raising the pitch of her voice, she hyped herself up in a singsongy tone.
"Oh god, what now?" You cautiously glanced at the wall of your conjoined bathroom as if Eren would somehow be able to see Eren through it.
"Don't be so rude." Sasha huffed. "Look. I'm saving you here." Sasha made her hands visible, revealing the 'present' to you. Three wrapped condoms.
"Sasha, what the fuck?" Your eyebrows furrowed. "Why are you trying to give those to me?"
"Did you bring your own?" Sasha tilted her head to the side.
"No, because I won't need them." You whispered shouted. "I'm not gonna do anything with Eren. Or any guy here, for fucks sake."
"Yeah, yeah. Trust me, Y/n." Sasha grabbed your hand before shoving the condoms into your palm. "It's something about being under the influence and alone together. You lose all of your willpower."
As you were about to argue back, the sound of the shower turned off and your stomach dropped. "Okay, fuck, whatever. Now go!" You spun Sasha around before pushing her back out of the door and closing it behind her.
Through haste, you shoved the condoms to the bottom of your bag, making sure that they wouldn't be spotted, before clambering back into bed. Eren shifted in the bathroom as he dried himself off and got changed, only further making your heart rate increase. You had no clue when he was going to come out and that made you ten times more nervous.
In an attempt to pretend to be asleep, you tucked yourself into bed and closed your eyes. You were facing away from the bathroom door, hoping to god that Eren would just accept the fact that you were 'asleep' and move on.
Luckily for you, when Eren exited the shower, his movements instantly grew calmer and quieter as he was under the impression that you truly were sleeping. He had taken the bait. He wandered around the room carrying out whatever tasks he needed to do before eventually beginning to fumble with the duvet.
Holding your breath, you stayed limp as Eren entered a leg. You could still smell the fresh cleanliness from the shower on him as he invaded your bubble. The mattress dimpled under his weight, growing weaker as he tucked himself in. Soon enough, he was right beside you. Fuck, you were on fire.
So, scared out of your mind, you stayed like that and waited for him to drift off into sleep. Your ears were aching to hear his light snores or deep breaths. However, once again, it was because you were so tempted to talk to him. You were scared because you were so tempted to tell him that you knew everything. You just needed him to fall asleep before your resolve broke and you ran your mouth.
But, it seemed as if this man had no interest in sleeping. With the complete darkness in the room, you noticed a glow coming from his side. He was on his fucking phone.
Fuck it. You shuffled in the bed, turning yourself around and meeting his back. Thank god, it was better than meeting his eyes. Considering the blatant blue light that covered the both of you, you knew he wasn't falling asleep any time soon.
You weren't sure why, maybe it was the heat of the shower mixed with the alcohol you had previously drank and Sasha's 'present', but you found yourself tapping Eren on the back. You had completely lost your restraint. It felt like you were a child with the biggest secret ever; you just couldn't wait to let it out. "Eren."
"Hmm?" Eren turned his head back.
You opened your mouth before sucking in a breath. For a second, you hesitated. But, that hesitation only allowed for you to come up with your follow up sentence and continue running your mouth. "I felt it. When we were in the car." You whispered, telling yourself that if you stayed quiet, it wouldn't feel as real. "I know you were hard." Your lower stomach was eternally swirling with that fire that spurred you to confess.
"Fuck." Eren muttered to himself as he rested his head back on the pillow, clearly frustrated in some way. He turned to face you fully, biting his cheek as he searched through your eyes. "I was going to talk to you about it-"
"Was it because of me?" You swallowed hard, sinking your teeth into your lip.
Eren's own adam's apple bobbed at your question. “What?”
“Did I get you hard?”
With that, Eren turned his phone off. Though you couldn't fully see the expression on his face, you could tell that he was stressed. "If I tell the truth you gotta promise to not freak out." Eren sat up and turned on the lamp beside him instead.
"I wont." You sat up yourself, bringing your knees to your chest.
Eren raked a hand through his hair and tilted his head back. "You just- it's not like I was getting off on having you in my lap. It was just kind of turning me on even though I really didn't want it to." He dragged his palms over his face as he spewed his words out.
"No, I get it. I hate getting turned on when I don't want to be.” You nodded in agreement. “It feels so wrong."
"Right."
"And that’s why you were jerking off in the bathroom?" You tucked your chin between your knees. "Because of me?"
“When you say it like that-”
“I just wanted to make sure we were on the same page.” You turned towards Eren, looking at him with the most longing eyes and meeting his confused gaze. "I meant it when I said I hate getting turned on when I really don't want to be. That's why I was avoiding you."
"What?" Eren's eyebrows furrowed.
"Seriously, I'm not mad or whatever. You're not just some random creep." You went back to resting your head on your knees. "I mean- I kind of got off on it as well. I didn't want to but obviously it's... y'know, pretty hard. No pun intended."
Eren laughed at your mini joke. "Well shit, that got a lot off my chest. I didn't even have to take as many shots."
"Yeah well I think I would've taken this to the grave if I was still sober." You bit your lip. "Drunk words speak sober thoughts or whatever."
"Will you regret telling me in the morning?" The anxiety on Eren's face was incredibly present.
"We can only go up from here." You shrugged. "I mean, we're both as bad as each other."
"Yeah?" Eren brought a leg up, placing the sole of his foot on the bed and resting his arm on his knee.
“Yeah.”
You watched from the corner of your eye as Eren blew raspberries as he glanced at you a few more times than what would be unsuspicious. You could tell that he wanted to say something. You simply traced shapes into the skin of your legs whilst waiting. Luckily for you, he blurted out the sentence within a few seconds. "Are you, like, attracted to me, Y/n?"
Smiling, you looked back up at Eren. "Well, what do you think?" You punched him in the bicep as you tossed your head back. "Weren't you listening to anything I just said?"
"Does that mean you won't get offended if I say I really wanna kiss you right now?" Eren let out a heavy breath, almost as if he was actively stopping himself from his wants.
You couldn't stop yourself from grinning: you finally had Eren right where you needed him. "Well, I really wanna fuck you right now." Biting your lip, you reached over and turned on the lamp on your bedside table. "But we can't always have what we want." You nodded your head in the direction of the wall that was connected to Armin and Mikasa's shared room.
Though his features were soft and muted by the warm glow, you couldn't mistake the sharp glare he gave you. Forget if looks could kill: if looks could fuck, Eren would be balls deep. His tongue poked through his cheek as he undressed you with his eyes. There was absolutely no way he could deny you for any longer.
He fully took in what you said. The urgency behind the look he gave you was apparent but you could tell that his resolve was beginning to overtake him. He blew raspberries as he regained his composure. "I know. I know we can't fuck." You raised your eyebrows at Eren's reluctance yet didn't bother questioning him. It was as if he was reading off a script— he didn't resonate with his words at all.
He looked straight ahead before turning his head back towards you. "But, I want to kiss you so bad." He grabbed onto your cheek, brushing the skin with his thumb. "Just a kiss then we'll sleep." His face was so close to yours that you felt the warmth of his breath fan across you.
"Okay.” A smile found its way onto your face. “Okay, just a kiss." You pursed your lips, wetting them before you grabbed onto the duvet that was over the two of you and pulled it high enough to cover the both of you.
"C'mere then." Eren chuckled lightly before attaching his lips to yours. They were soft and warm, making your insides instantly feel like jelly. You let out a 'mmm' of approval when that pesky friendship barrier was finally broken. You didn't mind, your head was too hazy to understand what you were doing. You’d leave it till morning when you were sober and off of your current high to feel regret.
The kiss started off light and gentle. You could tell Eren wanted to savour you. Every peck was followed by a short smacking sound before the two of you opened your eyes temporarily and gauged the other. However, 'just a kiss' would have stopped around three pecks in. 'Just a kiss' would have ended when your hands were still on each other's faces. 'Just a kiss' would have been over a long time ago.
The more you kissed, the closer you pressed your chest up against Eren. You breathed heavily through your nose as you turned your head to the other side, beginning to exchange open mouthed kisses. It made your stomach swirl with something more than desire. You were overflowing with lust. Each kiss was another dose of Eren's longing for you, only further increasing your longing for him. You just couldn't stop.
Eren's lips moved feverishly against you, as if he had been wanting the kiss for way too long. You were almost completely breath taken, your head going all light and woozy. It felt good. So fucking good. You pushed back the short, loose hairs on Eren's forehead before kissing him harder. You were so close already but you couldn't help but crave his lips deeper and deeper.
Neither of you said anything as your revolves simultaneously broke. Loud, wet smacking sounds began to fill your ears, bouncing off of the walls and reminding you of just how shameless the act was. It was then that you pulled away, breathless and gazing at the dazed man in front of you. "You're such a good kisser, fuck." His hand trailed down your cheek and over your shoulder, down to your waist. He held you there, gripping your sides over your tank top.
"Speak for yourself." You rested your own hand on Eren's nape, smiling at him sweetly. So then was supposed to be the 'sleep' part after the kiss, right? You hadn't done it often but you were pretty sure that the position you were in wasn't one that a couple would normally sleep in. Neither you nor Eren let up, simply staring at each other as you caressed one another.
"Just one more." He pulled you closer to him by your waist before reattaching his lips to yours. You could feel yourself smile into the kiss as fulfilment entered you. Kissing Eren felt so good, you really weren't sure how you were going to stop.
Luckily for you, Eren paid no mind to the way that you swung a leg over him and turned him onto his back as you straddled his thighs. You just needed to be closer. As in, your pussy just above his dick, closer. The sensation you received from being so intimately close had your legs going weak and your core burning. You hated how much it turned you on because you really couldn't see yourself stopping anymore.
You lifted the duvet higher, almost fully covering the two of you. The way you shared such a passionate kiss underneath the sheets felt so dirty. If anyone were to walk in, they'd surely know what you were doing soley from the shape of the duvet.
"What're you scared of?" Eren whispered against your lips as he grabbed a hold of the duvet, pulling it slightly lower down. "No one's gonna come in."
"I'm scared that I won't be able to just kiss you." You bit your lip. "I don't wanna stop."
"Can you keep quiet?" Eren raised his eyebrows as his hands trailed down your body once more.
"Huh?"
"If I fucked you, would you be able to keep quiet?" He held you by your hips, ever so slightly encouraging you down. You had to sink your teeth harder into your lip to stop yourself from gasping because holy fucking shit he just sat you on his clothes cock.
"Well, I think so." You swallowed down the previous dirty sound that was bubbling up in your throat in order to prove yourself. "Probably, yeah."
"Yeah?" Eren's hands ghosted over your ass, making you shiver before he rested them on your thighs. "Do you want me to fuck you?" Slightly too eagerly, you nodded in confirmation to his question as your body went ablaze. "Are you on the pill?"
"I have condoms." You shrugged the duvet off you as you prepared to climb off the bed. Yet, you couldn't miss Eren's face as you confirmed that you had protection. "What?" As innocent as you could make it, you dragged out the word whilst fully knowing how suspicious you initially sounded.
"Were you planning on fucking this whole time?"
"I wasn't! Sasha gave them to me." You began to sift through your bag in search of the condoms, fumbling for a while in the mostly dark room.
"You guys are schemey as shit." Eren sat himself up against the headboard as you finally retrieved the packet and flaunted back over to him.
"Be grateful you get to have your way with me." You huffed as you placed the condom on the bedside table. “Thanks to these.”
"I'm very grateful." Eren encouraged you back into a straddle once more and sat you back down on his hardening dick. With the aching need you felt for him, you couldn't help but pull him in closer. Your lips were back on his within an instant as you interlocked your fingers into his hair.
The duvet hung around your hips, just about covering the way that Eren held you. His hands were large around the expanse of your lower back, straying far of your actual ass. "You can touch me, y'know?" You muttered against his lips, grabbing a hold of his hands. "You can touch wherever you want."
Leaning back, you brought his hands to your front, allowing him to cup your tits over your tank top. "Holy shit, Y/n." Eren glanced up at you before focusing on the mounds in front of him. In the meantime, you placed your hands behind you on his knees and began to move your hips.
Eren sighed and let his head rest back against the headboard, keeping a dangerous hold on your tits. "Fuck." You could physically hear the moment hus patience broke in his voice. He lifted up your tank top before pulling your chest closer to his face and beginning to kiss your skin.
You let your head fall back at the feeling, a light exhale escaping your lips as you closed your eyes. Still, you kept your hips moving over Eren, feeling your body heat up with pleasure. "Fuck." You already felt so fucking tingly and good, you weren't sure if you would be able to take Eren's dick any longer. With the way Eren kissed up to your neck before licking and sucking at your skin, you were fucking reeling. "Don't leave a mark." You barely managed to warn before a whine escaped.
Eren pulled away instantly, clearly alarmed by the giveaway sound that you made. "Keep your voice down." He whispered before slowing your hips.
"It was an accident." You swallowed hard and kissed him once more. Having Eren hard beneath you whilst he felt your body up and made out with you was so fucking overwhelming. You really didn't know what to do apart from try to relieve yourself of that ache between your legs.
You were so incredibly hot and horny that you discarded the duvet, leaving the two of you out in the open and letting the reality of your actions hit. You didn't care though, you wanted Eren so bad that you couldn't think straight.
It was getting to a point where simply dry humping him wasn't enough. You wanted more. You needed more. "Eren, can you please touch me more?" You whispered against his neck, breath hot, steamy and definitely sending shivers down his spine.
Eren patted your thigh, indicating for you to get off him. "Lie down." He allowed for you to lay while he removed his own shirt. He positioned you, ready for him on the bed.
You began to remove your own tank top, purposefully pushing your tits together to accentuate them. The shadows in the room were harsh, yet there was no missing the way that Eren ogled at you.
"You're really hot." Eren spoke as he tucked his finger into the waistband of your sleep shorts before looking back up at you. "Want me to keep your panties on?" His thumbs ghosted over the waistband of the separation between you being ass naked and fully on display in front of him.
“I don’t care.” You replaced his hands with yours and yanked both your shorts and panties down. "Please, just hurry."
As you spread your legs for him, you watched as he knelt in front of you, still in shock. "Fuck." His eyes struggled to find one thing to focus on as they darted all over your skin. He caressed your thighs as he continued to stare, completely entranced by your body.
"Stop staring." You began to close your legs back up again, shame starting to inch back into you.
"Why? You have such a nice body." Eren spread your legs once more and brushed a hand over your pubic bone, trailing it down to your clit before he pulled away. He began at your tits, kissing down your sternum before making time to lick, flick and graze each nipple. "I don't know why I didn't do this earlier." You actively held yourself back from gasping— not only from the pleasure but from the impact of Eren's words.
"Have you ever thought about it?" You raked your hands through his hair as you spoke.
"What? Fucking you?" Eren looked up temporarily to see you nod. A boyish smile filled his features before he reached up and pecked you. "Yeah. It’s all I could think about while I was jerking off."
With that, Eren was kissing down your stomach until he reached your pussy. Although you understood why Eren wanted to take his time with you, you couldn't help but manoeuvre his head in the right direction. Your arousal was becoming harder and harder to ignore and, with Eren's head mere inches from where u needed it, you were almost throbbing with need.
"You’re so impatient." Eren chuckled before peppering kisses along your inner thighs.
"You would be too if you hadn't already got off today." You argued.
Eren's laughed while his eyes remained fixed on exactly where you needed him. You were already wet; he didn't have to tell you for you to know. He used his thumb to trace a stripe up through your slit, making you shiver. Fuck, maybe you weren't ready for his hands.
You looked down at the sight of Eren being mere inches from your pussy. This time, he gathered your wetness before circling it over your clit. "Ah-" Biting down on your lip, you rested your head back against the bed. Okay, you were really fucking turned on.
"You're sensitive." Eren blew lightly over your clit, watching your thighs twitch from the contact. "Sure you don't want me to go slow?"
"I'll tell you if it's too much." You reassured.
At that, Eren wasted no time in spreading your lips and licking a stripe up your slit. Instantly, you tightened your grip on his hair and sucked in a breath. It felt good, way too good. Eren's tongue was warm and wet with his added exhales, your needy clit was only further stimulated. "Mmm…” Your teeth sank further into your lip, failing at decreasing your want to moan out. You swallowed hard instead, staring up at the ceiling as the waves of pleasure began to roll over you.
Eren thumbed at your inner thighs, easing you as he began to lap at your clit. "Fuck-" You looked down only to be met with Eren's own eyes. They were sultry yet endearing, maintaining their focus on you as his tongue abused your clit. His eye contact was intimidating, making hot bubbles travel from your stomach to your head and turn you flustered.
"You taste so good, goddamn." Eren's voice was an octave lower, his own arousal spiking now that he had you at his mercy. He lapped at you before wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking, causing your mouth to drop open. Eren suckled on your sensitive nub, making your head spin. Your entire body was so feverishly alight, you had to place a forearm over your mouth in order to stop yourself from making noise.
Slowly, your legs were closing around Eren's head as he continued to lick at your wetness and kiss and suckle at your clit. Your back was ever so slightly lifting off the bed and you began to grab at anything you could find: your tits, the sheets, Eren's hair. "Fuck, it's- it feels good." You whined just about loud enough for Eren to pull away in concern.
"Remember to stay quiet, Y/n." He reminded you as he replaced his tongue with his thumb. "I'm gonna put a finger in, okay?" Eren was hesitant as he readied your pussy to be fingered; you could tell by the way he took cautious glances at you as he circled your entrance.
"Please, use your tongue again." You whispered breathlessly, your hands bringing his head back down once more. Eren was far more than compliant as he kissed and licked at your clit. He retracted his head before spitting, using the makeshift lube to help his finger slip inside of you. "Oh fuck." You exhaled shakily as you felt dizzy, your legs going weak.
Eren used his free hand in order to pin your thigh back, spreading it enough for him to have room to comfortably fit his head once again. However, the pleasure you experienced only intensified as Eren continued the abuse on your clit and then began to finger you.
Your eyes were squeezed shut, your lip suffocating in between your teeth as you succumbed to the heightened sensations. Eren's finger was so thick yet so articulate that it had the pressure in your lower stomach spiking. "Don't- can you go a bit slower?" You refused to open your eyes to meet Eren, the feeling of his finger alone inside you being enough to send you reeling. You were going to feel so embarrassed in the morning, you knew it.
Though Eren was a lot more gentle and slower with his strokes, the heat cycles that tore through you prevailed. He curled his finger upwards in search of that spongey area inside of you, only to have your legs smush against the sides of his head within an instant. "Ah!" You dug your nails into the mattress, your toes curling from the contact.
"Too much?" Eren soothed you with his free hand once more before removing his finger from inside of you and wrapping his arm around both of your thighs. "Calm down, Y/n. How am I supposed to fuck you when you're so sensitive?" He placed kisses on your clit and around your pussy in an attempt to bring your breathing back to normal.
"Kiss me." Opening up your arms, you encouraged Eren to come back up and attach his lips to yours. You were making out once again not long after, you being able to taste yourself on Eren. Fuck, it felt so dirty but that just turned you on that much more.
Your kisses were sloppy, wet and desperate as Eren began to remove his sweatpants. You reached down in search of his dick, your hand almost flinching at the feel of him. Hot and heavy, his length rested in your palm. You gripped him by the base, giving him long strokes as you continued to kiss. Yet, you weren't thinking straight anymore. Your mind was full of one thing and one thing only. He was so fucking thick. Way thicker than his fingers. God, Eren's girth was mind boggling and he wasn't even inside of you yet.
Perhaps that was why you felt him so well through both his pants and your skirt when you were in the car: Eren had a monster of a cock. Your mouth salivated and your clit throbbed. Your holes were aching for the fullness. "Fuck me. Please." Reaching for the nightstand, you grabbed the condom that you had left there earlier. Now, though you hadn't checked the size, you were slightly worried that it wouldn't fit.
However, Eren didn't give you the time to worry about that as he took hold of the condom packet, leaving you laid back against the bed. You brought the pillows that you had previously been sleeping on down and beneath your head, providing you with enough comfort as Eren rolled the condom on. Your stomach overturned itself as your mind caught up to your actions. Holy fuck, you were about to have sex with one of your best friends.
Eren spat on his hand before using it to lubricate his cock, focusing heavily on the head. "Are you wet enough?" He shuffled closer to you, the backs of your thighs resting atop his thighs.
"I think so." You traced your hands through your slit, feeling your fingers slip through the wetness. "You can put it in."
"Tell me if it's too much. And, seriously, make sure you're quiet." Eren warned as he began to slide his tip through your lips. You bit the inside of your cheek at the feeling. It had your entire body hot and squirming.
However as soon as Eren began to push in, your breath hitched and you placed a hand on his lower stomach. "Go slower."
Eren listened to your request and began to slow his movements. "How's that?" His voice was already strained as he entered you further. Looking up, you were met with sultry eyes as stray hairs fell in Eren's face. It only made you so much wetter.
"Fuck, that's okay. You can go faster now." Removing your hand from his stomach, you gripped onto the pillow your head was on.
Stopping temporarily, Eren reached for one of the other pillows. "Here." He lifted your lower body off the mattress before sliding the pillow underneath you. Letting out a gasp, you slightly flinched at the feeling of his cock impaling you so quickly with the movement. "Sorry." As he rested you back down, your pelvis was somewhat elevated off the bed and you felt so fucking full.
Eren's cock was without a doubt the biggest you had ever taken and paired with the fact that you hadn't fucked for a while, your head was spinning. "Oh fuck-"
"Shh." Eren leaned forward, his elbows beside your head as he pulled his dick out ever so slightly before thrusting inwards again. If your stomach didn't flip at that, it was at the lewd words he followed up with. "You feel so good, shit." Whispering breathlessly, Eren swooped down to take you in for a kiss.
His loose hairs tickled your skin as your tongues rubbed up against one another. Your kisses had turned extremely sloppy and desperate yet neither of you minded. The saliva that was coating your mouth was nothing compared the the feeling of Eren's thick cock rubbing perfectly against your insides.
When he pulled away, you were left whimpering with your lip between your teeth. Your eyebrows furrowed as you looked up at him, barely managing to stop your eyes from rolling back. You already felt so fucked out you just wanted to scream.
It was something about the plumpness of the pillow beneath you that had Eren's dick hitting such good squishy spots upon certain thrusts. Each time, you'd hiccup slightly, your hands grabbing at anything they could reach. You loved it. It felt so fucking good it had your entire body feeling so tingly you had to shut your eyes. "Fuck- fuck me..."
Eren sat back on his knees and brought your legs up. Placing them over his shoulder, he began to fuck deeper than he had before. Your eyes shot open and your mouth dropped into an 'o'. "Fuck yes." Eren threw his head back, a red flush painting its way down his chest. You watched as his adam's apple bobbed before he brought his eyes back down to you. "Your pussy is so- fuck." He swallowed a moan before placing your legs back down.
Eren grabbed onto your tits, moulding and plying the fat beneath his palms. He pinched at your nipples before flicking them. "Haah!" You succumbed to the pleasure, calling out only to be shushed by Eren. "Fuck, 'm sorry."
Blowing raspberries, he slowed his thrusts as he pulled away from your tits. "Can't stay quiet?" He taunted whilst turning to the door as if there would be someone standing there. "Turn around." Finally, he pulled out and allowed for you to move onto your stomach.
Two large hands grasped around your hips as he tugged you down so that you were over the pillow once again. Bending over you, he slid a hand beneath you and rubbed your lower stomach as he entered once more. "Feel me here?" He cooed as he pressed hard on your lower stomach. You almost choked at the feeling: your pussy so full and being stimulated so well. It was making your toes curl as you bit the pillow that your head was on. "You're so fucking tight like this, Jesus Christ."
Sitting up, Eren removed the hand that was on your stomach and gripped your hips. Sure, you felt tighter but the way Eren's cock stuffed you to the brim and had you feeling so full was orgasmic. You sobbed into the pillow, kicking your legs as you teetered on overstimulated while Eren fucked you nice and good.
When you said he fucked you, you meant he fucked you. He was borderline fucking you up with his unrelenting pace and his deep, stimulating thrusts. If you knew that he would've made you feel so fucking good, you would've brought sex up so much sooner. You never believed that you could become addicted to something after the first time but holy fuck were you addicted to the feeling of Eren's throbbing cock sliding against your walls.
It was when he laid on top of you once more, peppering kisses along your nape when you felt it. Tingles shot through your and your lower stomach filled with pressure from the raw feeling of your g spot being rubbed so good. "Oh my fucking god-" you hiccuped through gasps and cries as you began to fidget beneath Eren. "Keep going..."
"Is that good?" Eren whispered against the shell of your ear, the heat of his breath making you shiver. When you whined an 'mhm' he slowed once again. Upon his change of pace, you let out another whine of frustration only for him to kiss your cheek and fully pull out.
"Are you edging me?" You frowned as Eren laid on his back.
"I just wanna see your face when you cum." Eren stroked himself as he spoke before tapping your thigh, encouraging you to straddle him. "And I just- I really wanna keep fucking you." He bit his lip as he thumbed your hips. "You feel so good."
His confession shortened the time you would have lasted, making you desperately grab at his dick and line it up with yourself. As soon as you sank down, your eyes fluttered shut. Eren's tip was kissing another spot that made your legs go numb. "You're- it's so deep."
"I know. But it’s so good." Eren brought his hand to your clit, thumbing at the sensitive nub as you began to find your pace. You swivelled your hips over him, feeling the pressure in your lower stomach building once more and ten times quicker.
As you continued to move over Eren, the faded, numb feeling you had filled all of your limbs. The only way you could move over him was because it was causing you so much pleasure you couldn't stop. It felt as if you were losing control. You were barely holding yourself together.
Eren removed his hand from your clit and began to trail his hands over your tits once more. He caressed your sternum before using one hand to grope your chest while the other gripped your hip.
He looked incredibly wasted thr entire time you stuffed yourself with his cock too. You looked down to see his hair sticking to his forehead and his mouth slightly open. The look behind his eyes was one of pure lust and arousal. He looked like he wanted to completely devour you.
You planted your feet on the mattress and used his chest as leverage as you raised yourself up before sinking back down on his dick. The stretch you felt with each drop made your eyes water and your eyebrows fly upwards and inwards.
That pace seemed to get Eren going as you felt his cock throb violently inside of you. He stared at the spot where the two of you were connected, unable to take his eyes off of the way you sucked him in so well apart from when he was tossing his head back in pleasure.
It just wasn't enough though, If you wanted to have an overwhelmingly good orgasm, you needed to be fucked. You needed more than just your own pace. You needed Eren to grind up into you, hitting all of the good places that you couldn't reach yourself. You needed to go dumb on his cock. "Please fuck me, Eren."
"You wanna cum?" Eren lifted your arms off of his knees and moved one to his shoulder. When you nodded, he moved the other arm down to your clit. "Touch yourself."
You began moving your fingers over your clit as instructed while Eren placed a hand on your back. He pushed you forwards so that your faces were dangerously close. From there, he grabbed your hips, planted his feet on the floor and began to fuck up into you.
It didn't take long for Eren to find that spot that made your blood run cold once again. He knew he had hit it when you yelped out a curse. It was loud. Fuck. You were being so loud but Eren really didn't want to stop.
"Fuck. Shut the fuck up." Eren grabbed you by your neck— though he would've argued he was meant to grab your jaw— and pulled you down for a kiss. He swallowed your sounds as he continued to thrust and you continued to rub at your clit.
However, with the constant abuse of all of your good spots, you found yourself almost completely losing control of your body. Seriously, you felt like you were going to pass out. Eren seemed to have noticed as you slowly failed in kissing him back and so he placed a hand on the back of your head, encouraging you to rest your head in the crook of his neck.
You began to writhe and wiggle uncontrollably as Eren rubbed your insides sore. It felt so good that you almost couldn't take it. A rough and calculated fucking paired with your clitoral stimulation had you unable to stay still.
"Calm down, Y/n." Eren lightly traced his fingers along your sides before gripping your hips with unknown strength. "Why are you squirming so much? Are you gonna cum?"
"Don't stop. Please don't stop, fuck!" You placed your open palms either side of Eren's head as you felt the familiar ripples of pleasure crash through you. "Yesyesyes oh my god-" Your eyes squeezed shut only for them to abruptly open once more as Eren forced a hand over your mouth. You stared at him with panic in your eyes as you came so incredibly hard. You completely lost control of yourself: legs trembling; pussy fluttering; stomach flexing. You definitely hadn't cum that hard before, it almost felt like some sort of dream.
Your eyes rolled back as you felt Eren throb inside of you. It wasn't a usual throb, you knew he was about to cum. The only thing your body could do was clench around him as you stirred through your own orgasm, unable to think about much else.
Eren took it as your permission to cum inside of you. He was wearing a condom after all. With a couple final thrusts, Eren buried his cock as far as he could into your warm, wet, plushy pussy and let himself empty inside of you. "Fuuuucckkk." Hot, thick spurts of his cum flew out of his tip, flying into the condom. His own eyes rolled back beneath closed lids as he groaned involuntarily at the euphoric feeling.
Having you orgasm around him only prolonged his own orgasm, making his fingers dig into the plush of your ass as he bit his lip, occasionally thrusting deeper while pulling you lower down. The feeling of being buried into your was so fucking good he could've sworn that he had two orgasms in a row as more thick releases pumped out of his cock. Eren came so hard and so much he was almost sure that he would throw up right after what with the swirling in his stomach.
Yet, all things came to an end soon enough as Eren hesitantly removed a shaky hand from your mouth. The air hit the condensation around your lips and the perspiration along your skin making you instantly turn cold. Breathing heavily, you looked around the room, dumbly making sure no one had somehow snuck in.
"You okay?" Eren held both of your hips as he gave you a goofy grin.
"Mhm." You took in the state of your room, clothes all over the floor and the duvet hanging off the edge of the bed. "I can't believe we just did that."
"Me neither." Eren patted your thigh. "Up." He slowly lifted you off of his softening dick, wincing in the process.
However, once Eren removed you from his dick the condom, his cum was nowhere to be seen. "What the fuck?" Remnants painted the tip but when he pulled it off, a gaping hole was apparent. "Oh shit."
You would've said something, anything, but you were stunned into silence as your jaw slacked. Eren looked up at you, alarm present on his face as he tapped your thigh. "Go pee, then get in the shower. Try get it all out."
"Eren... I-"
"Sasha gave you the condoms, right? She'll have plan b. She has to." Eren began to shuffle through the pile on the floor for the clothes that he was previously wearing. "Go! I'll get it from her room."
