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eren x best friend reader

Jennifer’s Body - lots of references and quotes

warning - weed, fingering, corruption kink, high sex, unprotected sex, mentions of alcohol, (f) masturbation

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it wasn’t the way you spent every moment of your free time following him around and idolizing him, or the way your eyes always searched a crowded room for even a sign of a feature similar his, not the way he’d grab onto your hand when he noticed you were upset, not even the way you’d been bonded to him since the moment you saw him.

an angry child who had the components of fierceness and passion in his eyes that he still held today, protecting you in every way possible both mentally and physically. sharing his popsicle on the playground, pushing you on the swings so carefully as if the slightest movement would cause you harm. now things had changed a little bit in that aspect, between jealous looks to any boy you dared glance at, to passive aggressive little comments to make you question yourself and sometimes your appearance. you couldn’t complain though, you’d much rather feel the sharpness of the blade he so often stuck in your back, the tears threatening to spill, and sometimes they did, but when that happened he’d always be there to reassure you, never really taking back the cruel words he spoke yet still soothing the burn. none of it meant anything though. you knew you’d take anything he gave you, butterflies or venom it was all the same. you’d rather him cause you pain than anyone else. they weren’t worthy of your tears, he was.

it was however, when you found yourself in these moments. the ones where you felt humiliated, dehumanized, overly self conscious, so upset you wanted to break down and throw an eren jeager sized tantrum as if you were a child, that you realized, he was home. in every aspect of the word. sometimes the world was just so cruel, as he told you often. the hard to swallow pills, the bitter words of the people you labeled “friends”. the pain, the fear, the worry, the crippling anxiety, it was so overbearing it could crush you. it almost did but no, he’d never let that happen.

you would often find yourself drowning, a one hundred pound anchor yanking you to the bottom of a dark, cold, wet pit of nothingness. you tried to struggle, you tried so hard to swim but no matter how hard you tried one thing was certain, you were going to die. you were falling rapidly, the light of the surface becoming more and more difficult to see while you yearned for just another breath. eventually, it would be difficult for anyone not to just give up. so that’s what you did, let the bruising pressure in your lungs take over. that was when you could hear the softest voice, a siren maybe, calling for you to open your eyes. you obeyed and there he was, so clear. his hand reach out for yours, holding you like you weighed nothing and releasing you of the chains and shackles dragging you to your end. he pulled you to the surface, the oxygen pointless now cause you had already found your salvation. with him something as unconcerning as breathing was merely unimportant. still you took the breath appreciatively, deciding he was worth living for.

he’d carry you to the sore and then all the way back to his bed. a soft comforter draped over your body, your back pressed firmly against his strong warm chest, sheltering you from the cold outside. much like the position you were in now. a film playing on the tv that you weren’t even watching, too focused on the pretty while glistening flakes that fell from the sky falling onto his lawn, already painted white from the nights previous snow. you had a love hate relationship with the winter season. so beautiful yet cold to the touch, similar to eren.

your thoughts were occasionally interrupted by the soft chuckling behind you, eren obviously way more into this movie than you were. still the sound made your face heat up and a soft smile spread across your slightly chapped lips, an action he took notice of, slender fingers tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

it was now warm with his breath as he whispered “you’re so pretty when you smile y’know that?” the fire in your cheeks was blazing and your smile only grew bigger, he adored how awkward you looked. he knew the effect he had on you and he may have taken advantage of it sometimes, even so right now he really did mean what he was saying.

“thank you” you murmured, avoiding his gaze to the best of your abilities. these little compliments meant so much more to you than they should have, in a way that couldn’t be deemed platonic. in fact you weren’t sure any of your relationship could be.

you recalled a pretty hazy memory of two summers ago, you and eren had got ahold of your moms alcohol, a dozen drinks later he was proposing he should teach you how to french kiss for “future situations”, you said yes of course. partly because you were drunk as hell, partly because you idolized him and never wanted to be the one to tell him no, and partly because you were in love with him. after that he made you skinny dip with him at the lake down the road from your house, never taking his eyes off of you as you stripped and vise versa. these encounters never lead anywhere, though they did resurface a lot of sexual tension. it’s been buried and ignored so many times to the point it’s natural instincts to ignore the urges, eren on the other hand has less control and patience. there’s never been a time in his life where he hasn’t wanted you despite the way he tries to cover it up with petty insults and meaningless sex with girls he doesn’t know or care to.

the memory of that time, his lips pressed on your neck, his saliva mixing with yours while he pushed his tongue into your almost too willing mouth, it sent you sky rocketing. you wondered how his lips would feel now, no doubt they’d still take away your ability to breathe. he felt you squirming back against him, the action taken subconsciously. you were snapped back to present when you felt his fingers dig into your hips, pressing them down onto his lap, onto what felt like a growing pressure under you, you whined a little in surprise.

“wanna get high?” he proposed, running his left hand up your back and onto the nape of your neck. you shuddered at the contact. he was always so touchy like this, confusing your sheltered brain even more at what was normal. he had made you get high with him for the first time about four months ago. claiming it was important he “took all your firsts” the cheeky grin and suggestive eyes making you say yes immediately.

“m-i don’t know eren, i was kind of scared last time” you mumbled back, he just chuckled against your skin, wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you back onto his chest more.

“don’t be scared sweetheart, ill take care of you, promise.” you took comfort in his seemingly sweet words. you trusted eren more than anyone of course, you were just nervous because it was only your second time smoking.

“practice makes perfect i guess” you smiled up at him, a twinkle in your little doe eyes. making both his heart and cock throb at the same exact time. he loved you, still not enough to not enjoy the thought of continuously corrupting the shit out of you for the rest of your lives. he was sure you’d be together forever.

your thoughts were all cluttered up and filled with anxiety before but a couple minutes later he was all you could think about. his pretty lips wrapping around the blunt, his long fingers he used to light it, the reeking but now that you’ve got used to it by being around eren so long, sorta comforting smell wafting through the air. you tried to clear your head a little bit before he brought it to your lips, watching closely at the way you gave him a nervous glance and took a hit with a shaky inhale and a few, well that was generous, multiple coughs that followed soon after.

“here let’s do it this way, it’s more comfortable” he crawled toward you slowly, looking down at you lustfully, you were too used to him looking at you like that to register that it was unnatural. he grabbed you by your thighs and scooped you onto his lap, a nervous gasp falling from your parted lips, suddenly you couldn’t remember how to close them.

“i got you.” he said soothingly, another hit before dragging your lips down with his thumbs making you grind slightly but not so subtly as you thought, down onto him. he tilted his head, exhaling the smoke into your mouth, brushing his bottom lip against yours in the process making you shudder. and before you could even process there was another one, and then some more it all happened so fast you couldn’t quite comprehend your own actions neither the realization that they were real or that you were for that matter.

suddenly it was quiet, your vision and senses a little muted. the first thing you registered was the loud thud of your heartbeat against your chest so loud it was abnormal. you could hear and feel every single beat as if it was the thing was trying to pry its way out of your chest. this feeling only enhanced when you felt eren’s big hands run up and down your sides. then suddenly your beating heart wasn’t even important, in fact you wished you could hear his instead. his hands on your body, your hips on top of his, listening to his shallow uneven breaths against your neck, it all felt so nice.

“oh” it couldn’t have been above a whisper but eren heard it, he smiled against your neck. you sounded so sweet, in fact it sounded a little like it was a pleasure fueled statement.

“how do you feel, love?” his tone was so nurturing even if nothing about the situation felt like any of it was actually happening, it felt like a dream, no more like a video game of some kind, like a virtual reality.

“good” it came out as a whimper if anything.

“your hands-they feel good!” some part of your rational mind was trying to get through and tell you that what you just said was wrong but it couldn’t break through..not when it felt so right.

“is that so?” he slipped his hands across your waist and onto your stomach, pressing down just a little bit so you could really feel his touch. he could tell by the look in your eyes, the words of praise that he’d never imagined you’d finally work up the balls to say, you wanted him. badly. his fingered grazed over your skin so gently, a contrast to the way he was gripping your bare thighs just a second later. his hands were so warm compared to your cold skin, you had your choice of clothing and the freezing temperature to thank for that. nothing but a lavender lace cami and a pair of black drawstring sleep shorts.

“yeah” your voice sounded muffled, it sounded like you were underwater. you didn’t care to think about it too long with the teasing circles he was rubbing on your thighs right now.

“you want me to touch you all over, huh?” he rasped, removing a hand from your thigh to bring it to your scalp, scratching at it in a gentle comforting way as a mother would. his eyes looked so unreal in this light, piercing through your skin and bones and into your soul. you looked down on him like he was your sole reason for living, he was.

“yeah” he was so gentle, so kind. everything about him had you feeling like you were melting into his arms. you wanted to be close to him, as close as physically possible so he could always keep you safe and always remain at your side no matter what. if you were thinking clearly you would have never used those words to describe him because there’s no way they were true, well not for the most part anyway. he was cruel and manipulative and selfish. but those things only made you love him that much more.

“you’re mine” the words were out before you could even process them, it was safe to finally say them now, you weren’t actually there, none of this was actually happening, it was as easy as breathing. then your fingers were running down the sides of his perfect face, the side of his jaw, and finally to his pretty lips, running your thumb along the bottom one before you pressed yours against them softly.

you had been wrong, the kiss felt no where near similar to when you were just dumb horny kids. it was more driven by passion now, no lies, no excuses, yet. just two people sharing the same mind, body, and soul. minutes felt like seconds, you couldn’t think about how swollen your lips had grown, or the way his tongue swiped over your bottom lip before pushing its way in by force, a gasp following soon after. but the feeling between your thighs was something you could definitely focus on, grinding down onto him in a pathetic attempt to get even closer.

he couldn’t ignore any of these things. waiting so long for you to just make an effort to finally break this stupid fucking excuse of a “stable friendship” it was irritating, you were irritating. why couldn’t you have just done this years ago. now he was trying to enjoy every single moment of having you like this because he didn’t know if you’d ever let him have it again, everything he ever wanted. he tried to push down his completely healthy crush to the point it turned to a need to have control over your life, your body, your mind. he needed it all. all because you couldn’t wrap your dumb little head around the thought of having him as more than just a friend.

“you want me to be yours so bad?”

“yes ren! more than anything”

“then you’re gonna have to be a good girl and cum on my fingers, alright?”

“yes” you whined, his fingers slipping down the waistband of your shorts, then your panties to rub at your clit. you cried out a little, he knew you’d never been touched by anyone else, never going further than the playful groping you’d fall victim to when the two of you cuddled. besides he knew, you knew, no one but him was ever allowed to touch you anywhere for any reason. he’d always ask such personal questions. what kind of porn you watched, if you touched yourself, if you ever thought about what it would be like to kiss another girl. any time you got embarrassed and asked why he needed to know he’d be quick to hush you with a “best friends don’t keep secrets, right?”

it seemed like you’d been here forever, the friction from his skilled fingers rubbing circle after circle just wasn’t enough, your shaky hips grinding up into his palm. you moaned and squeezed at his t shirt, all balled up in your fists.

“feels so fuckin’ good ren” his eyes widened at the boldness in your desperate words, you were never one to have a potty mouth. you whimpered pathetically, feeling him slip his middle finger into you. the new sensation so overwhelming your entire body reacted with a jolt forward, rocking against his hand.

“never heard you drop the f bomb like that before, fuck you’re adorable” he chuckled, picking up his pace, watching you start to lose your composure not that you had much to begin with, you were falling apart, gushing all over his lap when he added a second finger.

“bet you never knew it’d feel this good yeah? never knew your besties fingers would feel so much better than yours hmm?” you mewled, remembering exactly what he wanted you to. that time junior year when he crawled up to your window (your go to when your parents said no to sleepovers) and saw you face flushed as a tomato, hand slipped down your pretty baby pink panties, a pathetic look on your face, letting out the most pitiful little cries. all while wearing his evil dead t shirt none the less. he stopped for a couple minutes, just waiting. as soon as he saw your thighs shake and your hand clamp down over your mouth, he was knocking loudly at your window. no way he was gonna let you cum.

you jumped up to grab the blanket in less than a second and draped it over yourself. he raised up the window, acting nonchalantly as if the knocking had just been to alert you of his presence and he hadn’t seen a thing but as naive as you were you weren’t that stupid.

“your parents aren’t home and i know how much you hate storms, figured i’d stop by and stay with you” he had said so sweetly, voice dripping with pure concern and a teasing glint in his eyes.

“m kinda tired ren. i’m probably just gonna go to sleep, thanks though, you can crash on the couch of course” even though you highly doubted it, you were hoping he didn’t see anything and wasn’t just playing it off for your sake. of course you thought he hadn’t mentioned it to spare your embarrassment but in reality there’s nothing he loved more than humiliating you.

“but we always share your bed when we have slumber parties” he pouted, walking toward the edge of your mattress.

“c’mon we can play boyfriend and girlfriend like we used to” a shit eating grin spread across his face, watching you fidget nervously. you looked so anxious and worked up now it was too fucking cute.

“not funny. plus im not wearing pants” you argued against your best instincts, the fact he just caught you masturbating and the throb in your core that’s only worsened since his arrival were way too many unsettling factors to have his arms around you right now. still you sighed, watching him take off his shoes and wiggle his way under the covers with you.

“ ‘s okay, promise i don’t mind” he snuggled against the back side of your body. leaving you to squirm around all night while he slept peacefully knowing the inside of your thighs were soaked and would be for the whole night.

“you wanna pretend ‘m your boyfriend baby?” he mocked you, speeding up to an unforgiving pace. you were so fucked out for him already, tongue sticking out, stupid little pleas, forcing you hips down faster and faster to meet his hand. he was so right, you’d never made yourself feel this good before, this full.

“just wanna cum” you cried. fingernails digging into his shoulders, flexing while he drove you closer the the edge.

“you’re so nasty, never even been touched before and here you are babbling about wanting to cum. stupid slut”

a harsh slap to your ass and you were burying your face in his neck, fragments of inaudible profanities leaving your lips. along with a little “please eren”

“ill let you cum..only..if you let me take your virginity.” he mumbled against your ear before giving it a lick. then before you could use what comprehension skills you had left he was somehow picking up the pace, smiling widely when you crossed your eyes and let out a loud moan.

“w-what?” you managed to spit out between loud gasps. your body still working to meet his hand half way, your brain completely unable to understand anything except for the little spot inside of you the tips of his fingers were abusing rapidly, you squeezed your eyes shut.

“you feel that? the burning in your tummy that just won’t let you think clearly, that cute little ache in your clit that just keeps screaming ‘don’t stop!’ c’mon baby, promise ill make it feel real good when i split you open on my cock for the first time. ‘jus cum for me”

you couldn’t control the way you bounced up and down on his fingers. your vision and mind all hazy, your brain might not have understood his words but your pussy did. you lit up with euphoria, muffling out cries of his name, head thrown back, eyes squeezed shut.

the adrenaline shooting through your insides was nothing compared to how eren felt. he was fucking loving every second of this, it was difficult to fathom that you had finally given him what he wanted. what he deserved. and he promised to give you the same in return, he didn’t care how fucked up your head was right now, he wasn’t going to let you forget this.

the seconds you sat on his lap just panting into his open mouth seemed like hours. time was blending together, you couldn’t understand that this was real nor that you were in control of your body or your thoughts. you were in a completely different world when he pulled your shorts down your legs, discarding them onto the floor. it seemed to come back to you temporarily when you felt his breath on your face again.

“you trust me?” it sounded more like a statement than a question, it’s purpose not to ask for your permission but to remind you it had already been granted. his fingers wrapping around the sides of your panties and pulling them down so slowly. it wasn’t til he got them down mid thigh before your trembling hands came into contact with his, holding them in place and looking up at him with worry in your eyes. you wanted this so fucking bad but that tiny little voice was still somehow present, even if you could barely hear it whispering ‘you’ll lose him forever’

“don’t look at me like that” he brought his hands up to cup your cheeks and place a soft kiss on your lips.“you know I couldn’t ever bring myself to hurt you” it was a lie. he had hurt you multiple times, far too many to count, and there would be more where that came from. still, in his defense he was convinced that the pain was beneficial for your growth. that he knew what was best for you and if you couldn’t follow simple rules advice. then you would just have to deal with the punishment.

then he was leaning back in when he saw you still looked unsure. he kissed you again, just as soft, but slower this time. running his tongue across your bottom lip, slipping it into your mouth, flicking it teasingly over yours. feeling the way you were shaking on top of him, and quickly becoming aggravated at the way you still weren’t returning his kiss. you tried so hard to resist but like always you couldn’t help but fail. it didn’t take your needy hands long before they were coming up to tangle themselves in his long hair. pulling just a little, your insides turning to jelly when you heard the soft moan he let out, you pulled again. your tongue moving against his in a way that couldn’t be described as a kiss, you were just tasting each other.

the satisfaction he felt when he saw you tug down you panties and drop them to the floor was absolutely sinister. “yeah that’s a good girl. gonna fuck you so good”

he waited for just the perfect moment, when you started grinding your bare pussy on his lap and letting out whines into his mouth that never left yours, leaving you no room to inhale or exhale. when he felt you were worked up enough he was falling back on the bed, smiling widely at the confused glossy eyed expression on your pretty face. you were quick to follow without even thinking about it, coming down on top of him to slip your tongue back into his mouth and forget about that little piece of sanity that was no longer present in your conscious. he could work like this. yeah. he’d left you believe you were in control for just a little bit longer if it meant you would give yourself over to him.

he let his eyes flutter half open just for a split second, to admire your perfect face and the gold chain necklace, a heart shaped charm with an ‘E’ engraved in the middle that hovered over his face and made contact with his neck when you came down to kiss him. he remembered giving you the necklace for your 16th birthday, promising you it was good luck and “kept the monsters away” which really meant it helped him show ownership over you. it made him so fucking happy that you never took it off, wearing it proudly, everywhere you went. it made him feel like you were his, and that feeling was his favorite feeling in the entire world.

the kiss grew deeper and sloppier in a matter of seconds. his hands were now gliding up the back of your top, pressing your body down harder against his in the process, earning a gasp from you. they traveled down to your hips next, giving them a firm squeeze before grabbing them, lifting them up, flipping them over and slamming them down onto the other side of the bed. you were now somehow on your back with his body caging you in against the mattress, leaving open mouthed messy kisses all the way down your collarbone. his lips making their making their way down to your nipples poking out through the thin fabric of your shirt. giving you a teasing lick. you whimpered, locking your legs around his waist to pull him in closer.

you were way too impatient when you realized you were one article of clothing away from being naked and his sweatpants still sat low on his hips. you reach for the hem, dragging them down his thighs while he kissed down your cleavage.

“eren need it! please!” you had whined tugging at his waistband. your breaths were shallow and coming out more like little pants, that’s what you sounded like, a little drooling panting doggy.

“aw what do you need puppy-need a big fat cock to fill you up?” he cooed, yanking down the straps of your tank top and latching his lips around one of your nipples, pinching the other one between his slender fingers. you yelped, arching your back up into his touch and bucking your hips. completely forgetting the hold you still had on his waistband.

“yea-wanna be yours. want you to fuck me so bad” you choked out. he felt himself twitch and throb at your words. taking you by surprise when his hand replaced yours, tugging down his briefs and letting out a chuckle at the way your eyes lit up and your jaw slacked, drool pooling at the corners of your swollen lips. it wasn’t like you’d ever seen a cock in person before so you didn’t have much to compare it to, still you knew it was the prettiest one you’d ever seen and ever would see. tan and long, not as skinny as what you would expect. he had both length and girth. a big veiny cock with a red tip leaking pre cum. you knew he was gonna tear you apart.

“you’re so pretty” you mumbled. more to yourself than to him.

“think my dick is pretty huh baby?” he whispered, grabbing onto his cock and slapping his tip right on your clit. watching the way you gasped and furrowed your brows at the contact.

“bet it’d look so much prettier stuffed inside this pretty little pussy while i rub this pretty little clit” slapping the head onto your clit again and rubbing it up and down slowly. you moaned, body twitching but not daring to move forward.

“want it inside” you spread your thighs, staring up at him with the most pathetic desperate look in your eyes.

“might cry if you don’t give it to me ‘ren” it took every ounce of self restraint he had not to fuck up into you at that very second. you knew he hated when you gave him those puppy eyes. instead he settled for gripping your thighs and leaning forward til his lips were right next to your ear.

“oh baby….you’re gonna cry when I do” there was a brief moment of complete silence before he was forcing himself inside you. you let out a loud sob the second he had began splitting you open, and then some more when he didn’t stop. he hadn’t even bottomed out yet and you were already struggling to take him. your hands coming up to push on his waist as tears formed in your eyes. he wasn’t taking your pain into consideration, just bullying his way in, just like you asked him to.

“ah ah” he shook his head, swatting your hands away. you wish you could have warned yourself beforehand that resisting wasn’t a good idea because then his hands were wrapping around your thighs pulling your hips flush against his, sinking you down over ever inch, knocking the breath out of you. you let out one final broken cry before you fell silent.

“shh shh. don’t run from it sweetheart. you’ll just make it hurt more in the end, promise it’ll feel better if you just get the hard part over with. you know I know what’s best for you” he brushed your hair out of your eyes, wiping away any stray tears that had fallen down your cheeks.

“eren it hurts!” you sniffled, even so you couldn’t help but feel comforted with his hands rubbing your face so soothingly, his expression sympathetic while his eyes showed no sense of remorse, just pure lust.

“s okay baby. just give it a second. promise to make you cum so hard” he smiled, running his fingers over your lips before forcing them between them. your eyes went a little wide but you accepted, running your tongue over and under them while you met his eyes. your heart beat increasing rapidly as the moment finally started to sink in.

he pulled his fingers from your lips, making sure they were dripping in saliva before bringing them down to rub your clit.

you let out a raspy moan, hands coming down to fist at the sheets. the ache was still there but it wasn’t nearly as strong, you could handle it now. his hands felt so good, his voice sounded so sweet, you felt so connected to him. passion filled eyes staring down into yours.

somehow you’d always known you’d someday find yourself like this. you just never imagined it would be this soon. you never imagined it would happen like this. maybe over a drunken love confession, or one of those times when eren got a little bit too possessive, or maybe a game of truth or dare gone wrong, but never just another day lounging around in his room. you didn’t care much for the circumstances though, you had all the time in the world to confess. right now you would just be grateful to have him this close to you. no matter how many times you pictured it you knew eren would be the only one who would have ever gotten you in this position.

he knew you were finally ready when he heard the soft whine you let out, hips squirming underneath his. “what’s it feel like baby?”

“feels-feels like pressure-right here” you whimpered, dragging your fingers across the bottom of your stomach.

“right here?” he leaned forward, a gasp leaving your lips when you felt him shift inside you. he brought his hand to your stomach, then pressed down hard, making you choke down another whine. you nodded your head.

he brought his other hand to yours, intertwining your fingers and giving you a halfhearted grin before pulling out slowly to the tip, then slamming back in without warning.

“fuck-” you sobbed. his hand on your stomach still holding your body in place while he repeated the action. each generous inch building the pressure, making you feel so good your vision had gone mostly white. your whole body was on vibrate, the feeling was new, it overtook your mind, your insides, your heart, all bursting with euphoria each time he pulled out and slammed back in.

“ren s-so good-so full” you cried, squeezing onto his hand for dear life. trying your best to open your eyes, to see a sadistic smile on his face. his hips snapping into yours even harder once he heard your words.

“all i’ve ever wanted. my pretty lil stupid best friend going dumb on my dick” nimble fingers crawling up your jaw, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear lovingly. admiring your fucked out expression. you were the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen, he was so marveled by every quirk in your brows, the cute little trembling of your lips, the tears in your doe eyes.

it might be a selfish thing to want but if you could’ve stopped time right there you would’ve. swirling your hips around his cock while he fucked up into you. his skin hot on yours, it was all you could ever ask for, your mind hazy, your vision blurry and yet still trying your best to focus on his beautiful face. this unbreakable bond, the commitment not even it was enough. you needed your souls intertwined together forever.

“wanna feel it-wanna feel you cum” folding your legs back into a mating press, a choked out “eren!” slipping from your lips when you felt him slide in that much deeper. you could feel every inch, every shift of his hips, every part of him inside you. and at this point there was no way you were gonna last long. not with the devilish pace he was going.

“I-I think i’m gonna cum” you cried, his tongue came into contact with your neck again, sloppy kisses onto your skin while his hips slowed down. you couldn’t complain though, he’d pull out slowly just to slam back in at a more calculated angle to make you scream. his thumb rolling your clit before whispering “give it to me baby-cum on my cock” words, mumbled in between his sweet kisses.

he watched you fall apart, speeding up just a little bit more to fuck you through your orgasm. each roll of his hips dragging more pleas and moans from you.

he did eventually return to his brutal pace but only after you came, chasing his own release pushing you into overstimulation. there was only one thing audible through the sound of your shrieks and skin slapping and that was the “Love you” he whispered into the crook of your neck before filling you up.

to your satisfaction you actually did end up staying like that for a long time. or maybe it was just a minute, you couldn’t tell with the way time still didn’t make much sense to you. all you could make out after was the emptiness you felt when your bodies finally separated, then the sound of water running and the feeling of a warm cloth on your skin.

you were too tired to speak or move but lucky for you, he didn’t expect you to. he just slipped back into bed behind you, cradling your body against his chest, wrapping you up in his blanket. you hummed when his arms wrapped around your waist, a soft kiss planted to your forehead.

“best friends forever”

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