SUMMARY: studying for the organic chem final just isn’t going as your pretty boyfriend expected so you two decide to go for a nice little stroll, but eren can’t help but grow tempted from your cute little study outfit and attitude
CONTENT WARNINGS: black coded reader, reader is a bit of brat, established relationship, teasing and a lot of touching (eren loves being teased and loves to touch you even more), a lot of kissing/playing, eren a panty stealer!!!, pet names (bunny, doll), finger sucking, car sex, reverse cowgirl, grinding, pretty sensual, exhibitionism, possessiveness (eren loves him some you!), creampie ofc, multiple orgasms,, folded and got us calling eren daddy 😫 … i think that’s everything ;)
WORD COUNT: 5.2k
NOTES FROM SIN: it’s hot asf outside and we all know what that means. it’s sundress season, eren’s favorite fucking time of the year, where he can see your ass full fucking throttle without having to ask,,, muahhhh! also this ended up wayyy longer than i anticipated. thank you so much @sevenzenin & @thicksimpx for beta reading for me 🫶🏽 (if this flops i’m crying)
nerd!eren and his thick bitch girlfriend who is wearing a sundress as they take a walk through campus. can’t stop staring at the way your ass jiggles with each step you take and loves the way your nipples poke through the thin fabric. walks close behind you so nobody can stare as much as he can. “y/n slow down, you-your walking too fast, can’t keep up.”
“then walk infront of me, dummy.”
“no!” he pulls at his collar and takes a big gulp, “i have to stay behind you.” he mutters. he pretends to adjust his glasses, but he’s just staring at your ass. he’s thinking about taking you right now, but surely the other glances he notices are thinking the exact same. they surely don’t care about how he’s practically set right behind you, with only about an inch of space between you two. but they surely have to see the tall, nerdy boys harsh glance from atop the rim of his glasses. surely they know you’re taken. they have to! right?
cw | dubcon, blackmail, teasing, fingering, face-fucking, unprotected/messy sex, begging, choking, orgasm denial, power play
wc | 1.7k
note | i’m excited to be back, so please enjoy. i haven’t written in a while so…not thoroughly proofread.
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how could you let things get this far? it wasn’t your intention to provoke your boss but it wasn’t so much of an accident either.
you could never help but to touch yourself as you think of him, the things you could do to him- for him. as your fingers pump in and out of your sopping pussy, you only think of yours as his. riding his thick and long fingers as he sucks on your tits, swirling his tongue over your nipple and he plays with himself with his free hand. to him, you cum every single time. but this…was too much.
“come on, i know you want this as much as i do,” his voice dark and deep. you feel yourself growing wetter with every brush of his breath against your neck.
“the way you look at me when you think no one’s paying attention,” he lightly places his hand on the small of your back. “the way your skirt rises when you bend over, how you act oblivious to the fact that your nipples always poke through your skirt.”
nanami walks toward his desk and picks up his phone. your heart drops once you see what’s on the screen. multiple pictures taken of under your skirt.
“sir, how did- did you- please! i’ll do anything!”
he sucks his teeth and you go silent, feeling a stinging in your eyes, tears quickly forming, threatening to spill off your lash line. “come over here.”
standing in front of him, you feel so small. what else could you do? you can’t risk those photos getting out.
nanami stares down at you, eyes dark, full of lust, as you being to unbutton and take off your blue blouse, your bra following in the process. you take his hand, placing it on your left tit. his expression left unchanged as he begins rolling your nipple between his pointer and thumb. you palm him through his pants, feeling his hard cock through the fabric, you can’t help but moan at his size. without a second thought, you being unbuckling his pants and slip the band of his boxers underneath his cock. it’s heavy in your hand. thick, veins running from his stomach to the base of his cock.
you kneel in from of him, looking up for any signs of disapproval before kissing the head.
“what are you doing?”
“shall i stop?” you kiss his tip, giving it a little lick. you feel it twitch as you do this.
he throws his head back, pushing up his glasses, before looking back down at you, grabbing the back of your head. “i don’t like being fucked with,” he slides his cock into your mouth, thrusting his hips forward, not caring that you’re gagging around him. his balls slapping against your chin as he angrily fucks your pretty mouth. teasing? never works well with a man with his job. it’s almost insulting how you did it. knowing how badly he wanted it, to ask that stupid fucking question.
“shall i stop?” he mocks, a breathy moan follows. your eyes shut tightly as you try to keep your composure, to not pass out from the overwhelming feeling of being unable to properly breathe. “fuck.”
“or-” he pulls you off and yanks you up. “should i just fuck that pretty pussy of yours instead?”
you stare at him as you try to catch your breath, seeing how flushed his skin is. he roughly lifts your skirt, you swear you hear it tear but that’s the least of your worries. pushing your soaked panties to the side, he beings rubbing your slicked clit and kissing your neck. a moan slips past your lips before quickly biting your lips, attempting to keep from getting caught.
“let ‘em hear you.” he breaths as he slips a finger inside of you.
caught off guard, you moan loudly this time. you feel him grin against your skin, the sound of your pussy around his finger, he adds another one. it slides in with no trouble.
“fuck, you’re so wet.” you clench around him. his thick fingers scissoring in and out of you at the right pace. your body tingling and brain fogging with pleasure.
“feel good” you manage to get out in a whimper, “inside.”
“what do you want inside of you? be a good girl for me and use your words.”
“fuck me.” your lower lip tucks between your teeth, eyes rolling back, hips grinding against his hand. your brain was so clouded. you had no idea he’d make you feel this good. you can cum at any moment if you continue like this.
“i was already planning on it, but you’re going to have to wait.”
you whine at his words, growing impatient and only wanting to feel him stretching you open. having your legs spread open for him on his desk as nanami splits you open and spills his seed in you is all you wanted right now. you let your fantasies take over as you ride his fingers, desperately moving your hips back and forth as you hold tightly onto his toned arms. he bites your neck, groaning at how needy you are for him right now.
his cock growing harder, stiffer with every grind on his, now slicked up, hand. your stomach rubbing ever so slightly against him without notice. he, too, wants to feel you being split open around him. a hand around your neck, squeezing the sides to make you dizzy with arousal.
fuck it.
nanami spins you around, knocking all of his papers and other necessities onto the group before laying you on his desk. he takes off his tie and unbuttons his top, throwing it to the side.
With innocent eyes, you look into his, scanning down his hovering body, stopping once you catch sight of his leaking tip. your hands find their way to his chest, thumbs lightly brushing over his brown nipples, circling them.
he moves his hips forward, rubbing his cock up against your folds, his balls tapping your ass, separating with a string of your slick connecting the two of you.
“you know how pretty you sound begging to be fucked,” he sighs, teasing his head at your entrance. wanting to get a little taste before going all in. face still blank, skin flushed in different areas. you only wonder how he has so much control over himself. “acting all innocent as if you’re not just another whore waiting to be fucked.”
“please,” you whine as he teases you, sliding his head inside just enough to drive you crazy.
“how long have you been thinking about me when you play with this sloppy pussy of yours? how many times have you came to the thought of me?”
don’t boost his ego.
“you know…” he slowly slides himself deeper into you. inch by inch. “you shouldn’t talk about your personal life with other employees.”
he slams into you, hitting the spot you needed to be hit. your back arches and you grip the skin of his sides, leaving crescent-shaped marks. he hisses, followed by a groan. He pulls out enough, leaving just the head in and drives his hips forward, throwing his head back in pleasure.
he thrusts into you at a steady pace. fucking deeper into you with every snap of his hip. reaching places you didn’t even know could be reached. places you didn’t even know you had. it was driving you wild. he has you seeing stars, feeling different sensations.
your mouth hung open, moans and cries for more pouring out without being fully aware of it, only focusing on the heavenly feeling of how his cock rubbed against your walls, consistently hitting your g-spot.
as you came closer to coming you started pushing on his stomach, begging for him to stop, “can’t take it,” you gasp. “too much. gonna-”
“gonna cum?” he sneers.
you cover your face with your arm, trying to keep whatever composure you have left, but that doesn’t last long. nanami’s hand slide up your chest to your neck, pressing the sides, feeling how you clench around him. he can feel how close you are, the way you pulse around him.
nanami leans down, lips inches from yours, “don’t cum until i give you permission unless you wanna find out what happens if you do.”
with his free hand, he plays with your clit as he slows the movement of his hips. you’re dizzy. so fucking dizzy, it’s overwhelming.
you hear nanami curse under his breath, “shit,” complimenting your pussy, praising you for how good you are for him. “such a good girl for me. so good.” his lips tuck between his teeth, hips picking up speed. he grips your hips tightly fucking as deep into as he possibly can, trying his best to hold onto this oh-so-good feeling of your pussy sucking him in for more.
his breath catches in his throat as his hips still, you feel him twitch in you. “fuck- fuck you can cum.”
your legs shake as you push his chest, releasing around his cock, your vision black with stars.
“good,” he rubs circles on your nipples, giving them a pinch. “so good.” he manages to get out before leaning over you, keeping himself up on his arm. He thrusts into you a few more times before pulling out and quickly fisting his cock, coming on your thigh.
you both take your time catching your breath before nanami gets up, pulls his pants up, and walks over to a cabinet. he grabs a towel and gives it to you to clean yourself up.
he picks his shirt and tie up from the floor and throws it in a bin, pulling a fresh white tee out of the cabinet. “i suggest you freshen up before going home,” his tone was cold. like nothing happened between the two of you.
you hurriedly wipe yourself off and get dressed, taking it as a sign he wants you to leave. completely forgetting about the lewd pictures he snuck of you, you cautiously open his door to leave, finding there was no one there but you two left in the building.
“tsk. what a gullible one,” he says to himself after the door closes behind you.
no, it wasn’t your intention, but his. and you fell for it. have fun playing his game doll.
note: every time I listen to this song I think of the bathroom scene from the movie waves (being that this was very much inspired by it)
side note: if you decide to watch the movie, please watch with caution, here are some triggers to be aware of: abuse (verbal and physical), drug use, death, and family issues
“Okay, everything is ready for you!”
You rush to his room to plug in your phone and hurriedly throw on the shirt he left for you on his bed, smiling when you catch a whiff of his cologne. You double-check and make sure you have everything Connie told you to grab for him.
When you walk into the bathroom, Connie’s leaning over his legs. He turns his head, smiling at you, and sits up, “Took you long enough. You’re such a slow-poke I swear.”
Lightly pinching his nose, you say in a mocking tone, “you’re such a slow-poke, well I wouldn’t be that if you didn’t ask me to do so much for you before I do your hair.”
“Yeah, yeah, all I hear from your pretty little mouth are excuses.”
You shake your head, smiling, as you organize everything on the countertop before you start. “You want your whole head done, right?”
He fixes a towel around his shoulders, “Yup. Mom’s already mixed everything together before she left.”
“I can see. Tell her I said thanks.”
After sliding the gloves on, you take the brush and gather some bleach on it and begin applying it.
“So…” you pause, “why the sudden need for change?”
He shrugs, “Hmm, I heard all the ladies love guys with blond hair like Armin and Nic. I’m trying to have all the chicks lined up waiting for me.” You kick his foot and he laughs. “Okay, okay, I don’t know, I guess I was just bored and wanted to try something new.”
You hum in response and continue bleaching his hair.
After a few minutes, Connie starts talking about all kinds of different shows from Jane the Virgin to The Amazing World of Gumball to Money Heist.
“You remember the episode where Jane found out she was pregnant, that shit had me like ‘oooooh, shit’ but I was also confused on how that even happened since she’s a virgin. But let’s not forget…” and he just kept going on and on. You loved when he got like this. It was rare when he got this excited to talk about the things he enjoyed nowadays.
“Oh, did you hear about Mikasa and Eren’s fight?”
“No, what happened?” You did in fact hear about it.
“Well apparently Mikasa caught Eren flirting with some random girl and she did not like that. She was all like ‘you know what Eren blah blah blah’ and he was all like ‘What do you mean, babe?’ like an idiot…” he was exaggerating to make things more interesting but you let him have his moment “...man if I was in that position, I wouldn’t even be in that position.”
Scoffing, “oh really? Because you’ve definitely been in that position before, don’t forget about the time-”
“Aht-aht, let me stop you right there, we aren’t talking about those times right now, we moved past that,” he lightly grips your thigh.
“Yeah, whatever.” You take off the gloves and set the brush in the bowl with bleach and walk out of the bathroom, returning with cling wrap. You stand between his legs as you start covering his hair with it, his hands slowly rubbing up your legs to your waist.
He tugs at the bottom of your shirt, “c’mere.”
Bending down, you hold yourself steady with your hands on his thighs, and he grabs your chin, pulling you in for a kiss. He stares at your lips with heavy-lidded eyes and plants more quick kisses on them. His hands on your waist pull you closer but you pull away knowing things will get heated if you continue like this. You place a hand on his chest and laugh against his lips.
“What? I can’t get a little kiss?” he smirks.
“Not the kind of kiss you want with this bleach still in your hair. I know how you get, Connie,” you kiss his nose, leaning on the wall behind you.
When your alarm went off, you got off the wall and told him to follow you to the bathroom in his room.
He sits on a short stool, legs straight out and you sit on the ledge of the bathtub, checking the water temperature before rinsing his hair with his detachable showerhead. He doesn’t take his eyes off of you as he leans back against the tub, taking in all of your features, focusing on the look on your face as you run your hand over his hair. You smile when you notice his eyes start to close when you lightly scratch his scalp. God, he loves it when you do that.
“You like it when I do that?” you smile, eyes shifting back to his hair.
He hums, blinking his eyes open to look at you, “yeah, feels good, baby.”
He sits up, eyes squinted and focused on your legs, as you dry his hair. When you’re done, he places his hands on your thighs, thumbs circling over your skin. He looks up at you, doe-eyed. There’s a soft glimmer in them that’s got you stuck in his trance.
“Can I get that kiss now?”
You bite your lower lips and nod. He stands and places one hand on your face and the other on your lower back and pulls you in for a deep kiss, swiping his tongue on your bottom lip almost immediately. Once you part your lips, his tongue slips in your mouth. His hands slide to your waist and he starts walking forward, causing you to walk backward until you hit the sink.
He helps you onto it and kisses from your jaw to your neck, leaving small love bites down your skin. A soft moan escapes your lips, hand resting on his shoulder while the other grips the edge of the counter as he grinds his hips into your clothed crotch, trying to feel as much friction as possible.
“You’re so beautiful, baby,” he kisses your shoulder. “I love you so much,” he kisses your chest. “I couldn’t have asked for anyone better than you,” he bends down, putting his head underneath his shirt on your body. He kisses up from your stomach until he reaches your breasts.
You look at his head bulging through the shirt and giggle at the ticklish feeling of his lips on your skin. In one swift, smooth motion, he slips his hand behind your backs and unhooks your strapless bra, and throws it on the bathroom floor. He latches his mouth on your right nipple and twists your left between his middle finger and thumb.
“Connie,” you breathe, resting your head against the mirror behind you, “I want you.”
He takes his head from underneath your shirt and stares at you. There’s nothing but love and lust in his expression as he eyes you and tugs at the waistband of your shorts. You lift your hips as he slides both your shorts and panties off, doing the same thing he did to your bra to them. His boxer briefs follow shortly after, his cock springing free from its confinement.
He wraps his arms around your mid-back and pulls you closer to him, his head now rubbing against your slit. You laugh when you feel it jump, “Connie can you stop.”
Taking himself in his hand, he spreads your folds open and presses his tip against your hole before quickly pulling away. “You want me to stop?” His voice is deep. You could hear the lust, the need in his words as he spoke.
He rubs long strokes along your clit and slips his thumb inside of you, pumping it very slowly. Your eyes close and your head tosses back, soft moans of his name spilling from your lips. “Connie,” you whine when he moves his hand away for a brief moment. He inserts two fingers back into your dripping hole, feeling the texture of your walls around his fingers.
You grind your hips as his fingers move faster inside of you, back slightly arched, mouth agape. Beads of precum leak from his tip. He grew painfully harder at this feeling of you along with your sweet moans. He needed to be inside of you. He takes a few deep breathes as he takes his fingers out, swiping them along your pussy to collect more slick.
Smearing it around his flushed tip, he spits in his hand to prep himself before lining himself up with your entrance. Your grip on his shoulders tightens at the feeling of him stretching you open, entering you at a teasing pace. When his head is fully in, he thrusts slowly, pushing himself in deeper. When half of him was in, he pulled out so only his head was in he does the same thing. He continues doing this until he bottomed out, stilling his hips.
He starts off rough, driving his hips into yours with force. Sounds of skin slapping quickly filled the room along with your heavy breathing and moans.
“Oh God, Connie!”
“Baby my cock always fits so well in your pussy,” his breath was shaky, “so good. So fucking good taking me like this.”
He tightly grips your hips, slowing the pace of his thrusts, no doubt about the bruising marks that’ll be left on them. Fuck, you felt so food. The way your walls slid along his cock as you began grinding into him.
He moans deeply, this one came from his chest, and it quickly turns into a whine. “Ugh-fuck, keep doing that.”
He lifts your shirt to see how you coat his shaft, making sure he rubs against your sweet spot. Your orgasm came without a warning, squirting as he continued his movement, more coming out and getting on his lower stomach, glistening on the lower hairs of his pelvis.
“Connie. Shit Connie,” you cry, “you always fuck me so good.”
“Fuuuck, I’m close baby. I’m gonna cum in this pretty pussy, okay?” ‘ma fill you up. You gon’ take it?” He hissed, mouth hung open.
“Mhm ‘M gonna take all of it. Connie- please please please Connie,” you nod. You were a whimpering mess, unaware of what you were saying as he continued to brush against the same spot that led you to your second orgasm.
Grunting, he gently brings his lips closer to yours. You’re still gushing and pulsating around him. He’s about to cum, he’s really close and is eagerly trying his hardest to hold it in longer. After a few more thrusts, he empties his cum deep inside of you. His eyes roll back and moans of your name spilled from his lips like a mantra. “y/n y/n- ahh y/n,” whining against your lips, swiftly kissing them.
Slowly rocking his hips into you to ride out his high. Your tongues move against each other and he whines in your mouth, overstimulating himself with your pussy. He holds his breath for a few seconds then pulls out with a couple of deep breaths.
“I could go for another round...but fuck! I don’t think I can handle it.”
You gaze at him with heavy eyelids, “Connie, you always say that.”
“I know, but I can’t help it. Your pussy is just too good. The way it’s always sucking me in for more.” he moans at the thought, continuing, “sweetheart, you’re the only person to ever have me this whipped. I just want more of it even when I know I can’t take it. Fuck, can I eat it?”
He squats down, face to face with your cunt that’s oozing with a mixture of both your and his cum. Spreading your legs open even more, he puts his lips over your sloppy cunt, taking one long lick, and begins sucking on your clit.
You grab his head and he looks up at you, “I always wanted to taste you like this.”
“Connie you’re shit-” The way he sucks on your clit and his tongue made hard long licks along your cunt made it hard for you to form full sentences. Legs shaking as they threaten to close around his head from all of the sensitivity and pleasure, but he keeps them open.
High-pitched moans flow from your plump lips as you desperately try to push his head away as you grow insanely close to your orgasm. He hummed against your pussy. It was addicting- the way you tasted.
When you came, cum pooled out, some dropping down from his chin onto his half-hard cock. He moans into you and pulls away, connected by a string of spit and slick as he watches you clench around nothing. “Pretty as a flower, it’s amazing.”
You lean against the foggy mirror, chest heaving as you try to catch your breath. He stands and swipes his tip along your swollen lips a few times then strokes himself, focusing on the tip just like you do. He needed to cum one last time before calling it a night.
He latches his mouth on your exposed neck, fervently fisting his cock at a quick pace. Connie gently licks the spot on your neck then lightly sucks on it. It doesn’t take long for him to come this time as he made sure to rub his tip against you whenever he could while he fucked his hand. He comes on your stomach, earning a moan of surprise from you, and leans on your sweaty body to catch his breath.
“We have a lot of cleaning up to do,” you breathe. He laughs, eyes still closed before standing up to walk to his room. You laugh to yourself when you see how his ass looks when walking out.
The distinctive sound of the wind rustling the trees outside and children playing is all that could be heard throughout the room. You and Connie are laying naked in his bed after a hot shower, his face snuggled in your chest.
This was his favorite position to be in because he can hear your heartbeat. It soothed him more than anything ever could. The minty smell of his shampoo was refreshing to you, as it wasn’t too strong. You hear a faint snore and a few incoherent words coming from him as he sleeps and you smile at how cute it was. It isn’t long till you drift off to sleep, too.
pairing: Zeke x gn!Reader ー Priest!Zeke x Angel!Reader (mention of Angel!Levi x Angel!Reader)
genre/tags: nsfw!!, strangers to friends to lovers, unrequited pining (or is it?) mention of ptsd, a bit of each: angst-fluff-smut /!\ sacrilege tw, blood tw, war tw, mention of death tw, ptsd tw, alcohol & food tw
summary: Zeke was a man of faith ; he believed in angels - in their symbolism, in the analysis that was made of them in the scriptures. He simply never considered the fact that their existence could be made of flesh and bones.
“Darkness falls across the land, the midnight hour is close at hand, creatures crawl in search of blood to terrorize y'all’s neighborhood, and whosoever shall be found… must stand and face the hounds of hell, and rot inside a corpse’s shell;… and grisly ghouls from every tomb are closing in to seal your doom, and though you fight to stay alive your body starts to shiver; for no mere mortal can resist the evil of the thriller!” - Thriller
content warnings: implied cheating, fingering, mirror sex, fem bodied reader.
word count: 500+
notes: I had a whole different idea with this song but I ended up playing a bit with the theme and lyrics. I hope you enjoy as much as I did writing it.
ps. friendly reminder that my inbox is open.
♱ Guitarist!Mikasa who’s been eyeing you since she caught your pretty face among the crowd on the shabby bar her band was playing for the night, with glossy lips and swinging your head to the music.
♱ Guitarist!Mikasa who has to bite back a smile when she sees you fanning yourself before peeling off your leather jacket with the most exaggerated moves.
♱ Guitarist!Mikasa who can’t help but stare at the way the sheer blouse you are wearing hugs every curve of your tits, noticing how your hardened nipples poke through the thin layers of fabric.
♱ Guitarist!Mikasa who throws you a coquettish wink when she noticed how entertained you were by her skilled fingers dancing through the chords. Taking every chance she gets to make you fix your eyes on her, stepping one foot on the edge of your seat using it as a support, the tip of her boot brushing against your thigh and leaning on you when she has to hit a solo, her back pressing against yours.
♱ Guitarist!Mikasa who gets so cocky when a waitress hands the whole band a round of beers courtesy of the cute lady over there; the annoyed expression plastered in your boyfriend’s face getting easier to overlook by the minute, only encouraging her to keep tangling herself in your little night game.
♱ Guitarist!Mikasa who approaches you with a sugar-coated grin in between sets to personally thank you for the kind gesture and ask how much you were enjoying the show.
♱ Guitarist!Mikasa who takes advantage of the loud music to press her cold calloused fingers against the bare skin of your thigh, leaning a little too close to your face. Flashing you a crooked smile when your companion barks a half-hearted compliment at her, an over-sweetened you are good guitarist, even for a girl.
♱ Guitarist!Mikasa who catches you the moment you get up from your seat to go to the bathroom, only to drag you backstage so you can meet the rest of the guys, her previously cold digits now burning against your skin.
♱ Guitarist!Mikasa who’s eager stare and amused grin send a cold shiver down your spine, observing each other through the mirror when you told her, between whimpers you had to go back to your boyfriend. Ignoring your words, her slender fingers already sliding under your lace panties, as the other kept a firm grip on your jaw, the gentle touch contrasting with her severe command “—Eyes on the mirror”.
♱ Guitarist!Mikasa who already has you figured out. Enjoying way too much the clear desperation on your face. “Poor baby, never gets to cum, mhm?”. She gently coos, two fingers tracing painfully slow circles on your sensitive clit. Sinking her teeth on the soft skin of your shoulder. “Don’t worry, I am here now.”
Guitarist!Mikasa who has to root her hips against the swell of your ass to get some kind of friction, the seam of her jeans gracing her swollen bud.
Guitarist!Mikasa who’s eyes never leaves yours as she makes you cum time after time, her fingers abusing your sensitive spots. Your knees feeling like about to give out as you chanted her name, almost like a prayer.
Guitarist!Mikasa who puts your underwear back in place, as if nothing happened, introducing you to the rest of the band with a delighted tone when they hit the backstage room. “—We are gonna be presenting here every Friday, we’d love to see you come.”
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