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The Sweet Babysitter🧁🎀| Miguel O’Hara
previously: –six.
–seven.
MIGUEL’S POV
The dishes took no time to finish. We both awkwardly walked up the stairs, getting ready to part ways.
“I’m gonna take a shower.” She announced.
“I am too.” I replied, fingers running through my hair. “Do you need anything to wear?”
“Maybe just a shirt, I didn’t walk with pajamas.” She pouted, displaying more of her pink plump lips.
I kept my gaze fixed on her. “I can spare you a shirt, I’ll give it to you after my shower.”
“Thank you, Miguel.” She turned on her heels and went down the hall.
I retreated to my room and headed straight for the shower.
I kept my eyes closed, massaging my scalp and raking fingers through my hair. I wondered if she was done showering now and she’s waiting for me, in her towel— sitting on the bed patiently, just for me.
Fuck. I was hard now.
I washed out the shampoo in frustration and turned on the cold water.
I sighed to myself, I’m so damn pathetic.
After my shower, I walked over to the guest room in a t-shirt and loose fitting shorts, while drying my hair with a small towel and the shirt for Kenedi over my shoulder.
I exhaled, then knocked on the door.
“Kenedi, it’s me.”
“C-come in!”
I opened the door and she was just getting up. She was waiting for me just how I imagined. Towel wrapped tightly around her slim body, that innocent and nervous look on her face, while still trying to cover herself.
I was staring too long, like a creep. I put my small towel over my face and held out the shirt for her. “U-uh, the shirt for you. It’s one of mine so it’s gonna be big.”
Her voice trembled. “Thank you.” The shirt left my grasp and I heard some shuffling.
Is she changing in front of me??!!!
I should go.
“I’m..I’m gonna go now, goodnight.” I turned around with the towel still on my face, hoping I didn’t bump into anything.
“Miguel.”
I stopped in my tracks.
I heard her giggle. “You can turn around and take the towel off your head.”
I pulled off the towel and turned around. She stood innocently in front of me with my shirt on, just a little pass her thighs.
“Did I make you uncomfortable when I changed into the shirt?” She frowned.
“N-no, I just wasn’t expecting that.” My eyes continued to linger along her perfect doll-like body.
The sleeve hanging off her shoulder, showcasing her silky smooth skin. Her nipples poked through the shirt— oh my God.
I cleared my throat. “It looks nice on you.”
I am so fucking awkward.
Her brows creased and she laughed. “Thank you and sorry for that, I promise I didn’t strip naked, I put the shirt on over the towel and pulled the towel off from underneath.”
I nodded my head, understanding what she meant. “Oh, I understand.”
“Yeah, I won’t do that again, I promise.” She rubbed her arm with an ashamed look on her face.
Don’t make that face. “It’s okay, really. Did you need anything else?”
She suddenly got shy. What was on her mind?
“The shower woke me up and I don’t think I’ll fall asleep anytime soon—” She played with a single braid. “And I wanted to know if we could watch a movie?”
My face brightened up. “Of course, I’m pretty wide awake too. We can watch it in my room, if that’s okay with you?”
She nodded with that pretty smile of hers.
We headed over to my room and I suddenly grew nervous.
“You can go on the bed, it’s fine.” I assured her, seeing as she was looking all over the room for somewhere to sit.
“O-okay.” She crawled on the bed, giving me a view of her ass.
I inhaled sharply and looked away.
Breathe Miguel.
I walked over to my bed and sat beside her. She was pretty close, I could smell the body wash she used.
Coconut.
“What movie do you want to watch?” I picked up the remote.
“I want to make you choose.” She switched positions on the bed, her head now beside my legs and she flopped on her back so I could look at her, giving me a smile.
“I’m not much of a movie person, I mostly read books.” I probably sounded like a fucking nerd, an old fucking nerd.
“That’s cute.” Her smile got wider. “So you’ve never seen The Virgin Suicides? You’ve never seen Girl, Interrupted?” She sat up, tilting her head to the side. “You’ve never seen Clueless?”
I gave an awkward chuckle. “No, you seem like you know more movies than I do.”
“I really love movies, I recently saw Barbie.” She smiled, playing with her hair.
I smiled back. “You can choose a movie, next time, I’ll choose one.” I handed her the remote.
She smiled wider and turned to the TV. “We’re gonna watch, Bones and All.”
🎀
Next part: –eight.
“Match?”🥴 P6 (NSFW)
Pairing: ErenxBlackFem!Reader
P1 P2 P3 P4 P5
Word Count: 36.12k
Summary: Eren gets his first taste of a black girl in college and doesn’t know if he wants Historia anymore
Or
You sneaky link Eren to match and y’all fuck the shit outta each other. White boy thinks he’s in love after you put the pussy on him🥳
Warning; S4 Spoilers, Language, Violence, Dubcon
Story Playlist: Apple Or Spotify
Y/n was from the hood, she had hood PTSD so, she already knew what time it was when Historia walked up on her with two other bitches in tow; Ymir and Sasha. That blunt you was smoking while minding ya business on a Friday afternoon? That blunt got put out real fucking quick and Y/n saw her girlfriend bringing her hand up to her mouth, long white claws poised as she gets ready to bite her nails off.
Y/n lets Historia walk up on her and yeah, she looks chill on the outside but inside a bitch was shook okay? We was fucking shook as Eren’s girlfriend walked up to us, but Y/n wasn’t no pussy- the only pussy she had was between her fucking legs and even that lil bitch fought back- so, we posted the fuck up and waited for that little bobblehead bitch Historia to come within spitting distance.
Historia has a gentle smile on her face but she doesn’t introduce herself, immediately pressing Y/n. “You’re Y/n?” She asks, her manicured finger uncurling from her relaxed hand when she turns her wrist, motioning to the orange-haired girl in the middle. Historia’s unsure and she hopes Y/n is the right one, cause she remembers Y/n with blonde hair, not orange hair but she looks familiar so Historia stays her course.
Y/n doesn’t speak right away cause her face is doing the talking, pretty brown eyes looking from Historia to Sasha and then Ymir up and down before her fluffy lashes flutter when she rolls her eyes behind those pink sunglasses, looking away. We didn’t even have to speak cause our friends were on that, immediately.
Pushing her tribal braids back and putting one foot out in front of the other with hands on her hips, Y/n’s girlfriend asked a hot, “Why?”
The amount of attitude in her girlfriend's voice did not shake Historia or the gentle smile that stayed on her lips when she ignored Y/n’s girlfriend to directly address Y/n. “Why did you leave the pool party with Eren last week?”
Historia was your typical pretty bitch that talked a lot of shit and rolled with a clique and had others do her dirty work for her, this Y/n knew. She could practically feel it, see it, oozing off of Historia and all throughout middle and high school, Y/n had to deal with bitches like Historia and it’s tiring- but one more for the road, right? This bitch Historia wasn’t shaking shit though and Y/n already knew it was gonna be light work if she wanted to get crazy.
“That’s not ya nigga?” Y/n’s smiling, a shit-eating smile as she takes off her hot pink sunglasses and they’re poised in her right hand while the blunt is poised in her left. “Why you ain’t asking him? Why you over here pressing me, mamas?”
Historia vaguely thinks Y/n’s pretty, real pretty and she vaguely wonders if Eren would find her pretty again if she wore some mink lashes with dark lip liner and lipgloss like Y/n. She finds herself though, shaking her head and remaining adamant. Y/n could never dream of looking as good as her. Historia had her a bitch to press and she had to focus.
Y/n knew this was coming but she didn’t expect it to come so soon. People saw them leaving the pool party and it’s common knowledge now because somebody like Eren Jaeger has never been seen with somebody like Y/n before, so it’s campus gossip. It would have only been a matter of time before Historia found out. Y/n wondered if she had already asked Eren? What did he say? Damn, if she knew what he said she could piggyback off of his lie- but she didn’t, so Y/n had to wing it.
Her other girlfriend finally decides to bite her nail off, the resulting ‘snap’ popping in the still air around the 6 girls. Y/n’s fucking quaking, her tummy doing somersaults but she stays cool, steeling herself. Historia’s eyebrow twitches at the sound of Y/n’s other girlfriend biting her nails off and Y/n sees it, vaguely thinking Historia’s smile is kinda creepy. Ymir and Sasha are standing behind her, Ymir glaring Y/n’s girlfriends down while Sasha stares off into space.
“Yeah, why you ova’ here pressing Y/n?” Her girlfriend interjects again, stepping in front of Y/n and all we see is tribal braids moving as our girlfriend defends us. “And you got ya paw patrol out here thinking you finna do something- if you really wanted to talk you woulda came up here like you had some fuckin’ sense. Not pressing muhfuckas like we post ta be scared or some?”
Historia doesn’t even have a chance to reply cause Y/n’s other girlfriend’s loud, taking up all of the silence between them. “Man, I ain’t with all the talking, what are y’all tryna do right now?” She bites off her last white claw and spits it out, the white nail landing in front of Ymir. “Cause I want this big bitch right here!”
Y/n reaches out to grab her girlfriend's arm to prevent her from taking off on Ymir. Girl shit was getting real and we knew in our hearts since we was a little girl we wouldn’t be caught dead out here in the trenches fighting over some dick… butttt that Jager boy dick was something else, soooo.
Once her other girlfriend isn’t tense any more, Y/n addresses Historia again, tilting her head and quirking her eyebrow with her hands on her hips as she challenges her. ”Girl,” Y/n rolls it on her tongue and it comes out as a disapproving scolding and Historia gives her dirty look so Y/n takes delight in smiling again, matching Historia’s previous energy when she speaks.” Why you tryna press me? Why you ain’t pressing him?”
They posted up, Y/n and her two girlfriends and Historia’s kinda shook, blue eyes flicking between all of them before she speaks again. “Because I’m asking you.”
“Yeah, she’s asking you now, so don’t worry about that-” Ymir interjects and Y/n’s other girlfriend cut her off with an annoyed “-Girl shut yo doofy ass up, grown folk talkin.”
“She needed a ride,” Y/n’s girlfriend lies for her, rolling her neck as she addresses Historia. Y/n’s chest feels warm and she realizes how much she actually loves her bitches cause they’re sticking up for her without a thought. She valued her sisterhood with her friends more than words could say cause Y/n was out here all alone, she came to college all alone and all she had were her friends to watch her back.
“Why didn’t she just call a cab?” Historia questions, looking straight at Y/n. She’s losing her cool, finally coming face to face with the physical manifestation of Eren’s emotional detachment. “And what were you and Eren talking about in the kitchen, huh?”
“Girl, what are you talking about?” Y/n says with a fed-up sigh, rolling her eyes as she waved Historia off before she puts her pink sunglasses back on. Y/n looks so pretty, so unbothered It makes Historia angry, every second of silence ticking loudly in her head and Y/n’s looking at her like she’s crazy every time Historia’s brows pull together tighter and Historia can’t hold it anymore. This bitch was lying to her, straight to her face. Just like Eren.
Historia explodes and the expression on her face morphs into something that shakes Y/n’s core and she feels guilty all of a sudden. “I saw him drink from your cup! Why did you let him drink from your cup?!” Something in her tone seems desperate and Y/n looks away, eyes finding a group of spectators. When did lying become so hard?
Historia recalls how Eren left the red solo cup with her to go to the bathroom and she saw multiple gloss stains on it. It infuriates Historia, that and the fact that Eren ditched her at the pool party for this girl, that Eren was choosing this girl over her. “It was your cup, you lying, trifling bitch! You’re wearing it right now, you think I’m stupid?! Eren doesn’t wear sparkly lip gloss!-“
“Well guess what?!” Y/n spits, intimidating Historia. “Snatchies, bitch!” Y/n jerks her body at Historia, her temper flaring up. Who did this bitch think she was yelling at? Tryna “handle”? “I ain’t mean to take the nigga from ya, it just happened!"
That physically stings and Historia jolts at Y/n’s sudden aggressive movement, scared for a second. Ymir puts her hand on Historia’s shoulder and she’s strong again, her anger breathless. “Everything we've been through and you think you can take Eren from me?” Historia balls up her fists and she doesn’t know what she’s doing, she’s jumping at Y/n. “Come here, bitch!’
Y/n hasn’t even bitten off her nails, she’s not ready but fuck that, we gotta spank this bitch now. Y/n’s hit doesn’t land, Y/n’s girlfriends shove her back and she misses, recovering in time to see her girlfriends close ranks in front of her, showing their hands out to shove Historia back.
“Uh! Uh! Don’t do that!” Y/n’s other girlfriend is on g o and Y/n sees her body tense up as she squares up and we know she’ll start this fight with a wide right hook like all her other fights. “Run up if you tryna get through, ma! I’ll really fuckin do it to you ‘bout my sister, run up!!”
Y/n relaxes leaving Historia to her other girlfriend as she drops her hands and she’s looking for her blunt now, cursing herself for dropping it. Historia’s stunned, standing on her tippy toes not daring to advance an inch further and Y/n’s found her blunt and it’s between her long red claws as she digs in her pocket for Eren’s lighter. She looks so pretty, she looks so smug when her other girlfriend says, “Run up!” again, jerking at Historia.
It’s like another wound to Historia’s pride when Y/n giggles and lights up her blunt. “Get into that.” Y/n nods her head towards her other girlfriend before she puts the blunt to her mouth and pulls. Smoke comes out of her mouth as she says, “You want ya nigga back, right?”
“Fuck is you doing, back up bitch,” Y/n’s girlfriend has her hand out, black claws inches from Historia’s face and she’s deciding if they really should wreck these bitches on campus and risk expulsion. It’s not worth it, but here they are.
Historia falls onto her heels, dread on her face and body tense as she decides if she wanted to actually fight this battle. Ymir’s behind her, ready, and Sasha’s here, but these girls are bigger than herself, and Sasha and Historia doesn’t know if they’ll win but she hates herself for not bringing Mikasa. They would’ve won for sure if Mikasa was here. She’s ashamed when she comes to her resolve. How could she tell Eren she was scared to fight? To fight for him?
“You don’t want it, I promise you.” Y/n’s girlfriend’s tone is annoyed as she speaks to Historia and she’s deadass, doing the pointing thing in Historia’s face and Y/n feels terrible all of a sudden cause she can still feel Historia looking into her, looking through her.
They’re on campus, how could she forget they’re on campus? Nevertheless, we light up our blunt again, inhale, exhale and repeat. Historia realizes the green lighter in Y/n’s hand. It was Eren’s lighter. She knows it’s Eren’s lighter; she knows this because it reminds her of his eyes. The lighter is green, yes, but there’s a bluish undertone and Historia knows because she picked it out and she can’t breathe.
Of course, we knew Historia didn’t come here with the intention of fighting, she wanted to talk woman to woman but we didn’t owe her anything. Eren owed her an explanation, not us. It’s all Y/n’s thinking when Sasha finally interjects, seeing how tense things were getting.
“Historia I think we should leave now,” Sasha’s rocking back and forth on her heels, hands behind her back as her hazel eyes look off into space. “Couldn’t you guys go for some grub right about now?”
“Yeah, we should leave.” Ymir comes up behind Historia and pats her head. “Pretty girls like yourself don’t fight in the trenches, it’s not a good look.”
Historia considers Ymir’s words and she composes herself again, that gentle eerie smile back on her face. “You’re right, it’s not a good look.” It’s hard to keep composed as she turns to leave because all Historia can think about is Eren fucking that girl, fucking Y/n and she knows it’s why Eren didn’t fuck her all nasty anymore. It’s weird and Historia’s even more ashamed when she feels hot between her legs for a second as her mind flashes through the memories of Eren making love to her, her making love to him- but that was a long time ago too.
They leave without another word and Y/n and her girlfriends watch as they walk away. Y/n’s girlfriend looks back at her when they’re gone, long black claws pushing her tribal braids over her shoulder as she turns to Y/n. “This isn’t over, so watch your back.”
“Next time we might not be here, so don’t get caught lacking.” Y/n’s other girlfriend adds as she inspects her broken white acrylics. “And you owe me seventy-fai dollas hoe, we didn’t actually fight so I broke my nails off for nothin.”
Hours have passed and the sun is no longer in the sky as Y/n replays everything that happened in her head, staring up at her bedroom ceiling. She wanted to text Eren but she felt so embarrassed. Did he hear about the argument yet? Maybe that's why he didn’t ask her to come over tonight. He was probably running damage control and it hurt your head to think about what would happen if you and Historia actually fought. Y/n knew in her heart she could spank Historia, she was confident in this. But she wasn’t confident in the truth. It was the inevitable truth; Eren would choose Historia- that’s his fucking girlfriend!
Y/n groans and buries her face in the pillows, closing her eyes as her body aches for him. Her pussy aches for him and it’s late, it’s 4 a.m and Eren still hasn’t texted her. Those sex flashbacks hit her, her body remembering when he boxed her up and put it in her belly and all of a sudden her pussy is thumping, it’s wet. Y/n has too much pride, she refuses to ask Eren for dick after what happened today so she snatches up her phone and texts one of her hoes.
We decide on this cute ass Puerto Rican nigga we met a while back, he was the move before Eren or whateva. His name was Connie and that boy was fine, Puerto Rican fine with the tattoos, chain, and the gold tooth. Girl, we loved us a fine ass hood nigga and those black teardrops under Connie’s eye made us give him the number and the pussy expeditiously. Y/n tries not to think about Eren when she texts Connie and he texts back almost immediately. She’s sprinkled some magic on him and 20 minutes later he’s scooping her.
Of course, we look good in our flowery pink tank top that made the girls sit up and we filled out those tight, black biker shorts with some fuzzy pink slides. Connie wasn’t with all the talking but when she got in his car he’s checking her out and Y/n’s face gets hot when he tells her, “Damn ma, you still fine as fuck.”
She offers him a cute smile and Connie’s touching her thigh as he pulls off. It’s been a month since you stopped fucking with Connie because of Eren and he didn’t seem to mind at all. Y/n knew he was fucking with other bitches and last she heard he was fucking with some redhead up at tau omega and maybe that’s why he didn’t chase her when she left for Eren. It’s hard to keep Eren out of our mind though, cause every time we try to remember what sex with Connie was like we keep seeing Eren, remembering the things Eren did to us and Y/n feels sick. Eren had her twisted the fuck outta shape and she didn’t like it one bit. So, Y/n gets right to the point, reaching over and touching Connie’s dick print.
He lets her, eyes on the road as he drives with one hand, teasing her with a little, “Already?” when she unzips his ripped black jeans. Y/n giggles a bit, saying a sweet, “Shut up,” before she pulls his dick out of his pants and it still looks the same. She leans down and kisses the tip of Connie’s dick and it smells nice when we breathe in. He’s hard but not all the way so Y/n swallows his whole dick, juicy lips pressing his crotch as she toys him with her tongue.
Connie groans when she starts sucking and his fingers are tangled in her orange hair as Y/n’s head bobs up and down. His dick gets harder and harder and soon Y/n’s throat is gobbling down Connie’s tall dick.
They’re at a stoplight and Y/n’s going to town, bobbing her head as she swallows his dick with a wet gurgle and Connie’s mouth is open, eyebrows scrunched up as he watches Y/n eat him up. “Fuck, where’d you-” Connie’s tummy is heaving and he moans. “-Where’d you learn this?” Y/n’s mouth feels so good, it drives him crazy when she starts humming in the back of her throat.
Y/n hums again in answer before she starts sucking his tip, only the tip and Connie’s legs are spreading wider as he sinks down in the driver's seat. Y/n feels the steering wheel turning against her head as he pulls off from the stoplight but she’s still going. By the time they get back to Connie’s place Y/n sucked 2 nuts outta him and she knows Connie loves when she swallows, so she swallows all of his children, licking her lips and smiling before they get outta the car.
There was no talking when they got up to Connie's place. He’s all over her, hands on her hips, her ass, roaming up her tummy and cupping her breast and Y/n closes her eyes, letting him take her away. She can’t get away from Eren, seeing him under her dark eyelids and feeling Eren when Connie pulls her tight black shorts down. It’s a lovely surprise, Y/n isn’t wearing any panties, her pussy drooling and Connie licks his lips, ghosting his fingers over her pussy to collect some of her juices. She’s hot, her pussy’s hot and it’s wafting off of her and Connie pulls his fingers apart, his dick starting to throb when her juices created strings between his fingers.
Her ass looks so fat tooted up like that and Connie missed Y/n. The other girls couldn’t compare to this bad ass bitch and here she was, busting it open for him again. Fuck, her pussy’s so pretty, so pretty it makes his dick ache, and Connie’s touching her, hands caressing her ass cheeks. Y/n makes it shake for him a little, encouraging him and Connie’s losing his mind, breathing an animalistic, “Oh yeah, stay right there,” as he fumbles to undo his pants and pull his dick out. He pulls a condom out of his pocket and he’s fumbling to put it on too, eyes trained on Y/n.
Y/n bites her lip, nuzzling her cheek into the back of the couch as Connie slides his dick between her wet pussy lips and Connie lets out a deep breath when her pussy starts stretching around him as she takes him easily. Y/n adjusts herself a bit, pushing her ass back against Connie as she relaxes, letting him in her tummy. Connie’s rubbing her ass, his hands dragging over every inch of her soft cheeks and he’s stabbing in her soft spot, it hurts and Y/n has to open her eyes to keep the image of Eren’s pretty green eyes out of her head.
Y/n knows it’s coming when he takes hold of her hips, her pussy’s twitching and she really wants him to put that dick down on her, she’s desperate. Connie gives her a test stroke, pulling out and ramming back in and Y/n keeps her pussy open, it’s as if it didn’t phase her.
“Aii, you wanna play like that,” Connie grips her hips tighter and Y/n sinks in her back, making Connie shudder at the way her pussy lips spread open and the view of her hole stretching around him leaves him reeling.
“Come onnn,” Y/n’s impatient and he can’t see her face under the huge mass of orange curls so Connie moves them aside, tucking what he can behind Y/n’s ear.
“Stop talking like that, baby doll” His tone is gentle, but there it is, that looming threat and Y/n knows he’s toting so she licks her lips, eyes flicking up to Connie before she presses her lips shut.
Connie’s rubbing her ass again and Y/n’s trying to enjoy it, but her pussy doesn’t feel full; she wants Eren. He starts stroking her pussy out and it starts off gentle but Connie starts rocking on his toes, digging deeper in her pussy, and Y/n’s starting to feel good. He’s kinda itching her scratch.
Connie wants her to cream, he loves it when she creams and he’s going faster, he’s beating her pussy up, and Y/n’s moaning, reaching between her legs to rub out her clit as she takes all of Connie’s strokes. It doesn’t feel full, Y/n’s still aching and she wants him inside, she wants Eren and Connie has to fight when she starts pushing against him. He’s gripping the top of her ass, rocking his hips and giving her pussy, rough, deep strokes and Y/n’s still rubbing her clit, she’s still moaning and Connie doesn’t wanna stop, her pussy’s too good.
He’s stabbing her pussy out, fingernails digging in her skin and Y/n’s looking up at him the entire time, trying to keep Eren out of her mind by focusing on Connie’s face. Y/n’s bad, fuck she’s so bad he can’t help the groan that leaves his mouth when he sees the cream on his dick. He starts rocking his hips in earnest and Y/n’s pussy starts squelching around his dick. It's loud, it’s wet and the sound of Connie’s balls slapping her pussy lips is like white noise and she’s getting into it.
She clenches her pussy up and Connie slows down, Y/n feels his fingers trembling against her skin as he pulls out really slow and Y/n’s gripping him, she won’t let his tip go and Connie’s shuddering as he slides back in. He’s on the edge and her pussy’s so hot around him and Connie knows he was right to wear a condom but god, he wished he hadn’t. Connie’s hands trail up to her shoulders and he’s leaning over her, angling his hips as he digs in her pussy deep and Y/n’s whining, wiggling her hips cause he’s hurting her but when Connie pulls out and starts giving her pussy solid, deep strokes she hushes right up.
Okay, he was actually shaking something right now and Y/n makes the mistake of unclenching her pussy cause when she does, Connie plunges into her belly and she’s screaming.
“This is what ya wanted, right?” Connie’s serious, fingers squeezing her shoulders and grunts in her ear as he pounds Y/n’s pussy and for a minute she doesn’t think about Eren.
“Ohh, fuck, yess,” Y/n’s breathless, her clit lights up with fire every time she rubs it and it’s coming, she feels her tummy tightening, she feels her pussy leaking and fuck, it’s coming. Connie feels her pussy juices warm on his tummy and he’s panting, he’s sweating in that pussy and he knows he and Sasha made it official today but Y/n’s pussy, god, it was just too good and Connie’s grimacing when he gives Y/n’s pussy one solid, deep stroke before he cums.
“Don’t stoppp,” Y/n’s wiggling under him, she doesn’t know if he’s done because of the condom, and Connie pulls away, his dick going soft as he gets off of her.
Connie slaps her ass. “I came,” He’s breathing hard and Y/n turns around to see him pulling up his pants. She’s disappointed, her pussy’s twitching with dissatisfaction as she gets up and she feels so ashamed of herself. Why’d we even give Connie pussy again? It was our choice, so why did we feel so worthless right now? Embarrassed?
“Take me home.” Y/n doesn’t wanna stay. She pulls up her shorts and fixes her waist beads right over her tummy.
“Yeah, come on.”
Connie takes her home and Y/n doesn’t speak the entire ride. She’s on her phone, constantly checking for a message from Eren but there are none. When they get to her dorm she gets out and slams the car door. Connie rolls his eyes and drives off, not waiting to see if she got inside safely cause fucking with Y/n came with her little episodes and Connie was accustomed to it.
Y/n flops into her bed and she tries really hard not to let those negative feelings get the best of her. All we can think about to get those negative feelings away was Eren, just our fuckin luck. Her body’s hot again and her pussy misses her daddy. Aggravated, Y/n snatches up her phone and Eren still hasn’t texted her. She throws it across the room and hugs her pillow before screaming really loud into the fluff. It’s futile, it does nothing and she’s still angry, her pussy’s still hot, she’s still ashamed.
What the fuck were you thinking? That you could ever handle Historia? It made Y/n angrier. You and Eren were probably done after what happened today. He always left you to go to her. This time he’s staying with her and it’s done, Eren’s done. Y/n finds herself wishing she would have just walked away from Historia and she has to remind herself she didn’t do anything wrong. We didn’t even hit the bitch! For fuck sake she tried to run up on us, why should we feel bad?
What about that girl even held Eren? She didn’t have bawdy like we did, she didn’t have sugar, spice, and all the nice things that attracted Eren to us, she looked the same as any other girl. Historia’s pretty, yeah, she fits the beauty standard so perfectly but that’s all she is and it’s plain, her looks are so common they’re plain- so, what was it? Y/n refused to believe he actually loved that ditzy little bitch, cause if he really loved her he wouldn’t be out here in the trenches doing her grimey.
It’s as if Y/n’s brainstorming manifests the loud dinging of her phone on the floor across the room and all she’s thinking about is Eren as she hops off of her bed and flies to grab her phone. It’s Eren, the little black heart at the top of the message notification sucks the air out of her, and Y/n’s mildly panicked as she opens the text.
It’s a simple,
‘Yo’ Read 5:10 a.m.
And it’s their little game. Y/n replies with a
‘?’ Read 5:10 a.m.
And then Eren’s calling her and Y/n feels the anxiety flare up in her tummy as she answers, putting the call on speakerphone before she says, “Hello?”
Eren skips the pleasantries, pressing her and Y/n’s hurt by the assertiveness in his voice. “You tried to jump Historia?”
It hurts and Y/n feels as if he’s revoked all the sensitive parts of him he shared with her, revoked all the intimacy between them and she feels terrible. Her mouth is dry and she doesn’t have an answer until Eren hits her with a blank, “Did you?” but it feels as if he’s angry with her, as if she’s the enemy.
“W-What?” Y/n sputters, shaking her head as she lets out a shaky chorus of, “No, No, N-No of course not.”
Y/n’s mentally preparing herself for a verbal abusing but Eren sucks in a deep breath and he sighs into the phone. It’s quiet for a bit after that and Y/n’s heart is thumping in her chest and fuck, was that sweat?
“Where are you?” Eren’s voice is calm this time but Y/n’s still on edge.
“Home,” She answers, sinking down onto the floor and she’s trying really hard to stay sane, to keep from falling out. Historia lied to him and Eren came for her head without hesitation. This turns your stomach and you feel sick, further verifying the fact that Eren would choose Historia. She lied though. Historia lied and Eren was ready to tear Y/n up, she could hear it in his voice.
What if Eren had come in person? What if Eren would have hurt her? Eren still hurt her though, mentally and emotionally, but what if he actually had hurt Y/n? Over the lie Historia told? Y/n’s mind is running a mile a minute and she’s frazzled, struggling to swallow cause her mouth was really dry.
“Can I see you?” Eren’s voice drifts through the phone and Y/n’s not expecting that, she’s still kind of shook but there’s this piece of her, deep inside, that wants to see Eren. How could you not trust somebody but still want to be with them? Y/n doesn’t know, but she wants to see Eren.
“I…” Y/n’s thinking, tummy bubbling. “I don’t know. I don’t know,” she’s shaking her head, feeling terrible and it doesn’t help when Eren says,
“Please,” She doesn’t reply so he continues, “I can’t sleep, Y/n.”
Y/n’s swallowing now, unsure, but she’s falling for him again so she agrees. “In public, the diner off campus.”
“Okay, bet.” Eren hangs up and Y/n sags, turning into a puddle on her floor and it takes her a minute to feel her body again. She’s still angry though, angry that Eren handled her like that- who the fuck was he? He wasn’t our daddy, pressing us like we was some little girl. Y/n sits up and lets out a long, dragged-out sigh before she gets up to get ready for the occasion. Why did the cutest ones come with so many problems?
Y/n keeps it cute, classy, and safe, matching a simple black tube dress with some black sandal heels since she’d just gotten a new french tip pedicure. There’s a kitchen knife and pepper spray in her black evening clutch when she walks into the diner. Eren’s sitting in the front of the diner, she sees him as soon as she comes in and Eren sits up, eyes on her as she comes closer. Y/n’s lingering, hesitant to sit with him and he notices her soft face is glowing, shiny and there’s an overwhelming scent of cocoa butter. She always smells sugary but this scent, it warms Eren’s nose and he thinks it matches her.
“Hey,” he breathes, motioning to the empty seat in the booth across from him. Y/n glances around the diner before easing into the booth with Eren. He likes the way her long bouncy orange curls move with her and she looks so delicate to him. Eren wishes they were here under different circumstances, he wishes that he could have more time with her.
“Hi,” Her voice comes out airy as her hand fans out over her breast, long red claws pushing the mass of orange curls up and flipping them over her shoulder. Y/n takes another cursory glance around the diner cause she couldn’t be caught lacking, not right now. She’s not wearing a bra, Eren sees her nipples pressing through the slinky black material and when Y/n see’s him looking she stuffs her hands into her lap, hoping her arms cover her breast. They don’t but Eren looks away out of respect and only when she’s comfortable, face to face with him Eren asks her,
“What happened?”
Y/n knows what he wants to know about and it hangs in the air for a second. Eren doesn’t look angry, Y/n thinks as she looks him over, her pretty brown eyes rolling him up and down, gauging his face. What could we say? Y/n feels as if Eren wouldn’t believe her even if she told the truth cause it’s Historia, it was Historia they were talking about! The truth. We would tell him the truth- Historia couldn’t spank us and Eren definitely couldn’t spank us, the fuck.
“She ran up on me.”
Eren raises his eyebrows, urging her on and Y/n gives him a shrug, it's exasperated as she rolls her eyes.
“That’s it?” Eren questions. “That’s all that happened?”
“Yes, on God.” Y/n raises her hand, red claw pointing up to the sky.
“Y/n please don’t lie to me,” Eren puts his hands on the table and Y/n catches that, eyes flicking down to his hands and back to his face. He has a tattoo on his ring finger, a flying bird, and Y/n finds herself focusing on both his tattoo and his eyes because she felt anxious, as if he might jump on her. “Because I don’t like getting angry.”
His green eyes are leering into her and Y/n feels as if he’s looking through her, she feels guilty like she did something wrong but we know we didn’t touch Historia. Fuck that, this bitch wasn’t finna lie on your good name. Y/n doesn’t need anybody to hype her up, she doesn’t need anybody behind her and she stands her ground.
“Okay Eren, let me tell you something,” Y/n starts, leaning in and putting her own hands on the table, interlocking her red claws while getting ready to read Eren. “Historia walked up on me while I was minding my business and started pressing me and that upset me and my homegirls-“
“-Pressing you?-”
“-Yes, pressing me,” Y/n’s talking with her hands and she’s serious as she expresses herself, so serious Eren hangs onto every word and it’s as if she has a hand movement for every word, she moves her hand every time she speaks. “We exchanged some words and she started yelling and she tried to run up on me and my friends stopped her from touching me, that’s it and that’s all-”
“-So you didn’t say anything?” Eren’s not taking her seriously, Y/n feels as if her character is being called to question and she doesn’t like it, especially when it’s coming from a hypocrite. “You didn’t threaten her? You didn’t spit on my girlfriend? You didn’t set your fucking backyardigans on my fucking girlfriend, Y/n?-”
“-My nigga what you’re not finna do is come up outta the side of your fuckin’ neck to me!-”
“-Or what?-”
“-Boy, look, I don’t know what the fuck or who the fuck you and your little girlfriend think y’all pressing like this-“
“-So what would you have me do?” His handsome face is intense and there’s no light dancing in his eyes. Y/n can’t read him anymore, it’s as if he’s a stranger.
Y/n laughs at that, but it's not rude, it sounds surprised, like she can’t believe what she’s hearing. “How about you believe me?”
“Why?” Eren asks and Y/n sees he’s deadass when he doesn’t add anything or change his expression, he’s waiting for her.
“If I really wanted to jump Historia,” Y/n begins and she’s serious, her tone lowering an octave as she addresses Eren. “Ya bitch woulda been in critical condition, not telling lies on my good name and putting me in the middle of whatever the fuck y’all two got going on.”
God, she’s so sexy when she does the pointing thing with her hand, she has a long red nail in his face as she cusses him out.
“Yeah right, who the fuck do you think you are?” Eren scoffs, calling Y/n’s bluff. “You’re not like that,”
“Baby, I promise you I am like that,” Y/n looks so bad to Eren, she’s such a sexy little bitch when she gets staticky and he wishes he didn’t have to do this. His eyes never leave her, he’s giving Y/n every last bit of his attention as she speaks. ”That’s why I told you whatever the fuck we got going on was wrong from the start.”
Eren’s quiet for a second before he sucks in a breath, steeling himself.
“What do we got goin on?” He questions and Y/n knows the confusion on his face is feigned as he leans back in his seat and crosses his arms, spreading his legs.
It’s a slap in the face and Y/n feels so stupid, thinking about the parts of herself she should have never shared with him, she feels punked. Eren sees the displacement on Y/n’s pretty face and he raises his eyebrows, shaking his head a little as he demands an answer. Y/n closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, and she’s a whole new person when she opens her eyes.
“We don’t got nothing going on, my bad.” Y/n’s calm as she picks up her purse and moves to leave the booth.
“Yeah,” Eren watches her go. “Your bad.”
Y/n tries really hard to keep those tears in but by the time she’s outside everything’s blurry and her face is wet. Fuck, that nigga had our lashes hanging on by a miracle. During the ride home it really hits, It’s over. Everything that you and Eren were, everything y’all shared was over. Should it hurt so much? Eren wasn’t even her boyfriend, Eren was just some dick.
So… why did it hurt?
Y/n mourns the loss of him to some heartbreak music for what feels like forever, buried naked in her covers until the sun rises. Even after the sun rises she doesn’t move, playing back everything that Eren said to her. Each time she replayed it, it hurt her heart even more and Y/n prays for somebody, something to pull her from this never-ending cycle. It was Eren’s loss. Y/n would have gone to war for him. That wasn’t something Historia could ever dream to do.
It’s Eren, Porco, and Connie matching at the smoke spot a few days later and Eren’s in his own world, and all he can see or think about is Y/n. It’s not like he actually wanted to let her go but Historia, Historia was like family and family comes first. They’re on the fifth blunt and Eren’s eyes are low and red as he puffs on the blunt. Y/n’s fluttering through his mind, his thoughts racing from one memory to the next and he’s trying to cope with the loss of her. Eren keeps moving forward, though, life has to go on and it’s hard to accept what he’s done.
“-Her ass was clapping!” Connie yowls, hand on his chest as he throws himself out of his seat for dramatic effect as he puts on a show for Porco. “Had that bitch over the couch, breakin’ ha’ back!”
Porco rolls his eyes, leaning forward to take the blunt from Eren. “Word to?” He smokes, stormy grey eyes red and low.
Eren settles down in his seat again, tuning into their conversation as he crosses his arms over his chest. “Yeah, word to?”
They laugh when Connie acts surprised in his seat before kissing the tips of his fingers, flinging his hand to the sky. “Word to my mother! Y/n was swallowing my kids the entire car ride to the crib, bro.”
Eren blinks one time, shocked, and then he blinks again, hoping it would clear his ears. He sits up and Eren doesn’t know what he’s even doing when he asks, “Y/n?” His voice is serious and it stops Connies joking around and Porco’s looking at him sideways. “Y/n?”
Connie settles down in his seat, reaching to take the blunt from Porco as he says, “Yeah, Y/n.”
“Y/n?” Eren questions again, because he didn’t want to believe Y/n was the good pussy bitch Connie was going on about for the last 10 minutes. “Y/n with the orange hair? Mikasa’s Friend, Y/n?”
“Yeah, man.”
Porco and Connie are smacked as fuck, eyes red as they look at Eren like he’s crazy. Eren’s brewing, fist balled tight, digging into his knees as he got angry.
“Chill out,” Porco sighs, leaning back in his seat and putting his hands behind his head as he relaxes. “So, you two fucked the same girl. Congratulations.”
The smoke comes out Connie’s nose before he speaks again, “My bad, I didn’t even know, bro.” He’s passing the blunt to Eren but Eren doesn’t take it. Connie can’t help but feel like he’s done something wrong to Eren when he starts to leave.
“You’re cool,” Eren’s stiff as he holds out his hand to Connie, and Connie looks up at him, realizing they’re good. Connie daps Eren up and says, “Yeah man, anytime.”
Eren daps Porco up and he doesn’t bother saying anything as he leaves because all he can think is,
“I’m about to knock this bitch head off,”
It’s two a.m when Eren’s beating down Y/n’s dorm door and Y/n’s walking up to her door yelling, “You do not pay my bills, why are you breaking my door?!”
The pounding is ceaseless and Y/n thinks she’s gonna get a headache when she gets close enough to open the door. She yanks it open, fixing her face all nasty to greet the idiot breaking down her door and It’s Eren. It’s Eren, god she mourned for him and now he was here, in his tight navy blue t-shirt that pressed against the contours of his abs, that golden key necklace hanging off of his neck, and her eyes can’t help but explore, flicking down to the black Nike shorts that hugged his hips and clung to his dick print but Eren’s on her case, hitting her with a,
“You really are a fucking whore, did you know that?” Eren spat it at her, not giving her any time to recover; he leans in and puts his arm up on the door frame as he insults her. “You like swallowing kids, right?”
Y/n sputters, eyes wide in alarm, lips parted as Eren comes in closer, venom leaking from his lips as his voice gets more deranged and guttural and Y/n’s scared. “It’s only been a few days and you’re already fucking the gang, right?” Eren’s close and he’s backing her into her dorm room.
“It’s true what they say, you’re only good for a filthy, meaningless, fuck,” Y/n gasps at that, the insult slicing her open and her tummy drops when Eren gets her inside and the door slams shut behind him. “Because you wanna fuck the gang right? You wanna fuck my friends, right?”
Y/n’s never been in a situation like this, never in her life and she’s terrified. Eren’s bigger than her, he’s taller and he’s looming over her and he’s angry and Y/n quickly finds herself. “You broke up with me!”
“So you give my pussy away?” Eren flies into a passion, snatching Y/n by her orange curls, yanking her head sideways and Y/n refuses to look as she shoves him away, hard.
“Boy, you done lost your mothafuckin’ mind grabbing on me like that! ” Y/n screams at him and it hurts, her heart hurts as the words rip out of her throat. “I ain’t do nothin’ to you that you ain’t do to me!-
“-I don’t give a fuck about any of that shit.” Eren’s tone is dangerous as he comes in close again and Y/n’s backing up. “You’re gonna get Connie seriously fucked up.” Eren’s serious and Y/n’s shook cause she’s never seen him like this, she’s never seen him angry. His viridian eyes look like they’re on fire, his lips are tight, eyebrows pulled down towards each other and his fists are closed and she can see the veins on his hands bulging out, racing up his arms.
It’s a warning and Y/n can’t find her words cause Eren’s in her face and she doesn’t know what she trips on, but she falls on her ass, and Eren’s standing over her. It’s quiet for a second and nobody makes a move. Y/n never takes her eyes off of Eren. He’s just looking at her, staring down at her but the veins aren’t showing on his skin anymore and Y/n’s voice is shaky when she says,
”Can we talk about this?”
Eren makes a big show of pretending to consider Y/n before uttering a short and curt, “No.”
Y/n’s never seen this side of him, this mocking, cold-hearted side of him. He looks so different when he’s like this and Y/n’s so confused. What happened to Eren? What happened to her Eren?
“Please,” Y/n’s voice is soft, desperate as she gets on her knees and sits back on her legs, begging, searching Eren’s face for anything, everything for her Eren.
“Why should I?” Eren's eyes are cold and he’s patient as he watches her panic. He’s intrigued. “What could you possibly say to remedy the fact that you fucked my friend, you gave my pussy away and you’re out here in these streets embarrassing me?”
“I didn’t know he was your friend,” Y/n’s telling the truth and she prays to god Eren believes her. Y/n’s thinking maybe she could fuck Eren to get out of this situation because fuck, a bitch was scared. But he’s disgusted with her, he thinks she’s a whore and Y/n doesn’t know what to do.
Eren blinks at her, it's a slow, ‘Am I hearing this shit correctly?’ blink and Y/n knows it’s coming, that Eren’s about to cut her. “And that’s why I shouldn’t rip your fucking face off?”
He’s coming up outta his face to her and Y/n explodes, her frame shaking as she yells up at him. “I’m not your girlfriend!”
Eren takes that with an unsettling grace, nodding his head in agreement with her. “Not anymore.”
The anger flaring in Y/n’s pretty face flickers and dies out. Not anymore? Y/n sees her Eren for a second and she feels so stupid for not realizing sooner. It wasn’t the sex that kept him coming back and Y/n thinks of all the times he’s held her, caressed her, loved her and the memories shatter and break when she’s realized what he’s said.
“Oh.” Is all Y/n can muster and she looks so lost sitting there before him, so hurt.
It’s over and It hurts Eren too. He wants Y/n, she is water that glows like fire, fields of ice, giant rocks that take days to climb. Y/n is freedom itself, manifesting at a point in his life where he feels trapped- stuck, and Eren wants to fight. He wants to fight for his freedom but he knows it’s useless. So, Eren leaves. He walks out on Y/n, slamming the door so hard she jumps, tears stinging her eyes as the sound resonates through the room.
Eren’s head is spinning and all he can see is red as he walks. ‘I wasn’t wrong, was I?’ Is all he can ask himself and there’s no answer, there’s no voice in his head telling him he wasn’t wrong. Comfort, Eren wants comfort and the thought of getting it from Historia made him even angrier.
He’s in his car and the anger dies down, replaced by negative feelings of, fuck- betrayal? Jealousy? Hurt? Eren doesn’t know which one but they’re whooping his ass and all he wants is comfort. Comfort from Yn. He wants her to touch him, run her fingers through his hair, hold him, kiss him, fuck him and Eren gets angry at himself all over again for wanting that, for wanting Y/n.
“I’m not your girlfriend!”
“I’m not your girlfriend!”
“I’m not your girlfriend!”
That hurt, as much as Eren hated to admit, Y/n hurt him. She knew his body, she knew his body and she hurt him. It’s dangerous, though, ‘cause Eren still wants her. It hurts to think about Connie with Y/n, with his Y/n and Eren doesn’t want to ruin their friendship but he’s really considering driving back to the smoke spot to beat the breaks off of Connie’s goofy ass. Eren’s steaming, brewing as he puts the car in gear, getting ready to fuck Connie up something nasty when his phone starts ringing. Eren tries to ignore it but the sound’s battering his skull in, it’s pissing him off even more and he finally gives in, snatching his phone up.
It’s Historia.
“Just my fucking luck,” Eren mutters as he answers the call, trying to compose himself before he says, “Historia?”
“Erennn, baby, I need you,” Historia’s sleepy voice tickles his ears.
Eren’s feeling guilty now, guilty about Historia. He’s breaking the promise he made her, by being here, being here angry over Y/n, and Eren sighs, closing his eyes to take a second before he answers.
“I’m coming.”
Eren gets comfort from Historia, crawling into her bed at the ass crack of dawn. He holds her and she holds him but Eren’s still angry, still hurt and all he can think about is Y/n as Historia falls back asleep in his arms. There was a time when this was Eren’s world, here in Historia’s arms. Her hair smells like roses and it’s such a bitter scent compared to Y/n’s. Eren squeezes Historia to his body and he tries hard, he tries really hard to feel something but it’s cold.
Everything inside of Eren is cold even though her body’s warm against him. Historia was his world once upon a time. She hasn’t fallen asleep yet, mumbling as she snuggles closer, bringing her leg up and throwing it over him. Eren’s rubbing the small of her back, fingers stroking the bone he feels under her skin and the smell of roses is intoxicating, so much it’s making his stomach hurt. Historia’s up when Eren turns away, pushing her leg off of him and curling up on the other side of the bed.
“Erennn come back over here,” Historia’s whining, reaching for him and Eren pretends he’s fallen asleep. It’s sad, cause once upon a time Historia was his heaven. She comes in close, cuddling up to his back and wrapping her arm around his middle. She’s nuzzling her face into his back and Eren feels trapped, here with Historia, trapped in Historia’s world and God, he would give anything for a taste of life outside of Historia’s forsaken walls. He would give anything for freedom.
Mikasa notices first. The zoning out, the eye bags, the irritability, she notices it first and Eren genuinely doesn’t know what to say when she asks, “Is everything okay, Eren?”
All he can give her is a wary, “I fucked up, I’m in too deep,” before he plops down in her bean bag chair with his hands over his face as he lets out a long drawn-out breath. “I’m in too deep, Miki.”
Mikasa’s confused as she comes to join her brother on the bean bag, sitting at the edge because Eren’s taking up all the space with his manspreading. “What do you mean?” Mikasa’s presence is cool, calming to him and she’s so gentle when she touches him. “What’s going on, Eren?”
“I don’t even know,” Eren’s tired, kneading his temples.
Mikasa touches Eren’s thigh to get his attention. “Is this about Y/n?”
Eren doesn’t even have to answer, that’s how close they were. Mikasa continues, pulling her hand back from Eren. “It is.” She declares to herself, laying on her side next to Eren and propping herself up on her elbow. “I suspected this when Historia told me I told you to drive Y/n home.”
Eren snorts at that, rolling his eyes and tossing his head back to stare at Mikasa’s ceiling. It’s quiet for a second before Eren says, “Thanks for holding it down, Miki.”
“Always,” Mikasa hums, reaching over to push his hanging baby hairs back, pressing her palm against his forehead. He’s warm, not too warm to alert her so Mikasa pulls back. “So are you gonna tell me what’s going on?”
Eren’s tired when he tells his sister everything. Mikasa listens, quietly nodding and saying a small “Oh,” here and there as Eren fits the puzzle together for her. When he’s done it’s quiet for a second so Mikasa lets it all soak in.
“What about Historia?” Mikasa questions, cocking an eyebrow and tilting her head just a bit. Truth be told, Mikasa doesn’t care about Historia, Eren’s long-time girlfriend who he owes loyalty to. She cares about Eren, she cares about her brother, her beloved.
“I don’t know,” Eren groans, covering his face with both of his hands again. “Fuck, Miki, I don’t know.”
“Calm down,” Mikasa reaches for one of his arms, pulling his hand away from his face. “Relax,” She says when she looks into one of the green eyes that roll over to look at her. “We have been through too much for you to lose your shit over a stupid college love triangle.”
“It’s a square,” Eren bitterly reminds her. “Y/n fucked Connie and I had to hear about it, remember?”
Mikasa nods, correcting herself. “A stupid college love square-”
Eren laughs at that and for a second Mikasa sees her Eren, bright and colorful.
“-I’m serious,” Mikasa chides, pinching his cheek with a small chuckle. Only when Eren’s settled down, still manspreading with his hands idle in his lap and attention on her, Mikasa continues. “Look at you,” Mikasa’s moving his hair from his face, caressing his cheek. “You’re just like her, more and more every day.”
Eren’s ears start getting red and he’s blushing, looking away from Mikasa but she brings him back, hands on his cheek as she guides his eyes to her own. “You remember when she said to live?” Eren vividly remembers his mother and he looks a little sad for a second but when Miki smiles at him he’s okay again.
“Not just survive,” Mikasa finishes for him. “She said to live, not just survive.”
That’s all they’ve been doing and Eren’s tired, leaning in and pressing his forehead to Miki’s and she barely hears him when he asks, “How?”
“Just live,” Mikasa’s voice is soft and she’s all Eren sees when he opens his eyes and she’s so close. “And I dare anybody to try and stop you. I’ll carve them up.” She’s grinning and Eren’s smiling and he loves his sister so much he puts a kiss on her nose.
“No butchering this time?” Eren’s teasing, pulling away to settle down again. “We’re in America, Miki, no need to be so fancy with it. Nothing’s wrong with a little sloppy handiwork.”
Mikasa gets up off of the beanbag, pushing Eren’s head before she goes over to her bag to grab some Twizzlers. “Don’t forget I was the only reason you got the drop on Annie, big head.”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” Eren doesn’t wait for her to offer the twizzlers, he hates them, of course, he hates them but it’s candy so he takes the pack from Mikasa when she sits next to him again.
“Yeah, hush that shit right up.” Mikasa’s pulling her twizzler apart, looking at Eren sideways to make sure there’s no backtalk and she’s content when she sees he has three twizzlers hanging from his lips.
Eren slurps them up like ramen and Mikasa hears him swallow before he starts bitching again. “Okay, but you never gave me a solution to the problem I presented you with.”
It’s a lazy, half-assed shrug Mikasa gives him, looking over at him as she sucks up one of her twizzler strings. “Oh,” Mikasa eats another string and Eren waits for her epiphany because Miki always knew what to do, since they were kids, Miki always came through.
“Well,” Mikasa hums, lolling her head as she enjoys the sweetness of the candy on her tongue. “First, it’s obvious you have to break up with Historia if you don’t feel any love for her anymore.”
“I can’t.” Eren does not like Mikasa’s epiphany, eating more twizzlers before letting out a muffled. “It’ll break her.”
“That’s not fair to Y/n though,”
“Y/n’s not my girlfriend. Historia is.”
“But it sounds like you want her to be.”
“It doesn’t matter what I want, Miki. I already promised Historia.”
“Promised what?” Mikasa takes the crinkled up candy wrapper from Eren as she licks the red residue off of her fingers.
“That I’d fight for her, for us.” Eren seems disappointed in himself, he can’t even look at Mikasa and he’s regretting the twizzlers now cause they had such a nasty aftertaste. “Fuck, Miki, I feel so trapped.”
“That’s new,” Mikasa snorts and Eren gives her a ‘Really?’ look and she's laughing. Eren’s sulking, waiting for her to quiet down and when she does Mikasa says, “I’m sorry but that’s stupid,”
Mikasa’s face is flushed and she’s grinning as she tucks some of her long black hair behind her ear. “Not you feeling trapped,” Mikasa adds. “Just the part of you ‘fighting’ for her.” Eren was a fighter, from the moment he crawled from Carla’s womb the world seemed to have it in for him so all Eren did was fight, to live, to love, to laugh and it was such a grueling fight, they lost so much to make it to where they are now.
Eren rolls his eyes and he feels his head hurting so he starts rubbing his temples. “Yeah, no shit, also your twizzlers are ass.”
Mikasa hits him. “Why would you agree to that?” and Eren knows it’s stupid but he tells her what Historia told him about her confrontation with Y/n and Mikasa stops him flat out.
“-What? Historia dragged Sasha from study hall with Ymir to look for Y/n.”
“Historia told me she was in study hall with Sasha and Ymir when Y/n and her friends tried to jump on her.” It’s a statement, but it leaves Eren’s lips sounding like a question as he raises his eyebrows at Mikasa. It should be the truth? Right? Ymir and Sasha confirmed it-
“-No,” Mikasa corrects, but that sounds like a question too, eyebrows squinching together at Eren as she tilts her head. “I was at study hall after Sasha left with Historia and Ymir- Y/n never showed up.”
Eren starts laughing, but it’s not happy laughing. It's deranged ‘I can’t believe this shit,’ laughing. He’s laughing with his eyes wide open and Mikasa confirms it with a knowing look and Eren laughs harder. Miki’s telling the truth, Miki’s never scared so she never lies and Eren can’t fucking believe it.
“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.”
Eren knew how to get his bitch back, Historia was light work she always came back but Y/n? Fuck, Y/n wouldn’t even give him the time of day. She blocked his number and all his socials. Mikasa said you had taken down all the pictures you took in his dorm room (for Historia to see when she lurked your page) and Eren never even knew you had posted those but he’s still hurt all the same. Eren’s losing his mind and he only pushes himself to insanity when he uses Mikasa’s citizens’ app to find Y/n and she’s at Connie's place.
Eren teleports. The memory of the journey to Connie’s apartment is gone in the wind as he pounds Connie’s door down. “Open the fuck up, Connie!”
Eren doesn’t stop pounding, each thump resonating through his fist until an annoyed Connie yanks the door open. “Are you gonna break my door, dick bag?!”
“Where’s Y/n?” Eren doesn’t care about any of that shit, pushing past Connie and storming into his apartment. Eren’s checking rooms and Connie’s following him, yelling, but Eren’s not listening. He needs to see Y/n. He needs to put eyes on Y/n. It’s a prayer and she manifests, coming out of the bedroom in her bra and panties.
Her orange hair is fucked up, curls looking crazy and she doesn’t have any lip gloss on. The bitch had the nerve to be missing one of her fluffy mink lashes and Eren can’t keep his shit together. He has to look away from her, knowing what he had tried so hard to stop actually happened. Anywhere but her, anywhere but Y/n. It hurts too fucking much.
Eren’s eyes land on Connie, who’s still yelling, and he notices Connie’s wearing his boxers and there are hickeys on his neck. The wide-eyed deranged look Eren gives Connie shuts him the fuck up before Eren takes off on him, knocking his shit back with a nasty right hook.
Y/n’s smacked, her pussy’s worn out, it wasn’t her apartment and she was not tryna get accidentally hit. So she watches, standing there in her bra and panties as Eren and Connie get it on. Connie’s lowkey getting his ass whooped ‘cause Eren’s throwin dem bitches and Y/n thinks he’s fighting for his life, not giving Connie a single chance to get a hit in.
They’re knocking shit over, rearranging furniture, and Eren’s grabbing him, spinning him, tossing him and Y/n knows Eren’s sneakers have grip cause they’re scuffing, squeaking against the wooden floor. Y/n’s flattered and if anyone was looking right now they’d think she was an evil bitch who set Connie up cause she’s kinda smiling. They’re really fighting over her pussy right now? Eren’s really fighting for our pussy right now?
“Fucked up!'' It's an animalistic roar, a loud crack when Eren rocks Connie in the forehead, sending his head sailing back and his nose is left wide open. Eren doesn’t know what he’s fighting for. Himself? Y/n? His freedom? Eren doesn't know. His soul isn’t listening, hardened with two thousand years of battle experience it wields Eren’s body and forces him to the vanguard.
“You!” The sheer force of Eren’s punch cracks Connie’s nose, twisting it sideways and Y/n winces, unconsciously reaching up to rub her own nose.
“Got!” Eren hits him two times, fast and hard in his chest but the second punch misses, connecting with his neck instead. Connie sputters, gags, hands flying to his throat and Eren bashes his head to the side. He’s not fighting for Historia, not anymore.
“Me!” Eren’s playing tennis with Connie’s head, knocking it the other way. “Fucked!” Connie’s drowsy but he still tries to throw a punch but Eren weaves that shit and sends him to heaven. “Up!”
Y/n feels kind of bad, cringing when Connie lands on his ass with a loud ‘thwack’. He didn’t deserve this, it was all her fault and Y/n knows this when Eren doesn’t stop. He gets on top of Connie and pummels him, face shots, body shots and Connie isn’t fighting back when Y/n decides to intervene.
“Okayyy, Eren!” She’s grabbing at his arms, shoulders, anything to stop him but Eren’s skin is hard, muscles tight as he bats her away. “You got it, stop!” Eren’s shit isn’t together at all, she’s like a fly that he has to constantly wave away with every punch.
“Stop touching me- don’t fuckin’ touch me!” Eren’s running ragged, body hurting when he flings Y/n onto her ass before going to town on Connie again.
Y/n’s had enough of this, it’s getting serious and she thinks Eren might actually kill Connie. He didn’t deserve that. He didn’t deserve this. Eren’s wild, his face twisted up into something demonic and she’s never seen him like this, this angry. But Y/n’s strong when she gets up and throws herself into Eren, knocking him down to the floor beside Connie and fuck, we don’t know how we keep Eren down but it’s a distant memory when Y/n pins him, one knee in his neck and the other on pinning his right arm.
“I said, stop it!” Y/n screams down into his face, spit flying from her mouth and she’s angry he broke two of her nails in their scuffle. Eren’s breathing hard and his tan skin is flushed red, viridian eyes searing into Y/n’s pretty brown ones. Y/n can’t look at him right now, she can’t look into his eyes cause they’re not soft, warm, or caring like she’s used to. It’s hate, anger and Y/n see’s hurt before she looks away to check on Connie. He’s unconscious and his face is bleeding and Y/n’s yelling at Eren all over again.
“You were gonna kill him!” Y/n presses her knee into his neck when he tries to throw her and Eren spits a nasty “It’s your fault!”, right back.
Her voice is low and wavering as she lowers her head to address Eren “I am not your girlfriend,” He warned her and Y/n didn’t listen but fuck that, “Get that through your fucking head and stop clocking my pussy!”
That stings, fuck it hurts more than his knuckles, and Eren’s so vulnerable, he feels so stupid when gives himself to her. “I’ll break up with Historia!” He yells back and Y/n was so ready to yell at him again but she’s shocked, her wide eyes relaxing and Eren says it again, softer this time. “I’ll break up with Historia,”
“Wha?” Y/n’s confused and she pulls back, letting her guard down. “What?”
Eren says it again when she sits back on his chest, easing her weight from her knees. “I’ll break up with Historia,” It's a declaration, it comes out as a breathy sigh. “Fuck, Y/n I should have believed you, I’m sorry.”
It’s all he wanted to say to her, something she forced him to hold in when she blocked him out of her life, and god, Eren’s so happy to say it. It’s a weight off of his shoulders, literally.
Y/n’s trying to process what she’s hearing, looking back over at Connie as she connects the dots and it’s so overwhelming she lets out a breath, clutching her hands back to her chest as her body sags.
“You should have just believed me,” She said quietly after a long time. “Why didn’t you believe me?”
Eren doesn’t know what to say and he’s disappointed in himself too.
“You really think fucking her man wasn’t hurt enough?” Y/n laughs to herself, running her hand through her hair but it feels weird cause two of her red claws are missing. “Really? Eren?”
“I’m sorry,” That’s all Eren can think to say and Y/n’s still laughing.
“How did- How did you even find me?” Y/n’s holding her tummy, throwing her head back. “You really out here in these streets fighting for my pussy, Eren?” It’s loud, rambunctious and it makes Eren’s face hot, his ears turning even redder and he’s embarrassed cause that’s exactly what he was doing out here in these streets.
“Shut up,” He grumbles, looking for anything but Y/n. His chest feels warm though, not because Y/n’s sitting on his chest and the heat from her pussy was painstakingly obvious. His heart felt warm, it felt weird and Eren felt as if his whole body was getting hot.
Y/n quiets down a few seconds later and it’s just the two of them, counting Connie out because he’s unconscious. Y/n shakes her head, a stupid grin plastered on her face when she looks down at Eren again. He’s a sight to see, blushing and getting hot under her and Y/n can’t ever remember a time she’s ever dominated him like this, made him like this.
“If you wanted me back,” Y/n shimmies her head, swinging her orange curls onto her back as she comes in close and Eren can’t believe she’s teasing him right now, “All you had to do was say that.” She’s telling the truth, she would’ve been his.
It looks like a seizure when Eren rolls his eyes and Y/n giggles at his red-faced attitude. “You just don’t fucking listen,” Of course Eren knew this since the first match but it was his own fault for not believing it.
“I’m sorry,” Y/n changes the subject, pressing her forehead against Eren’s and closing her eyes. “I was wrong too,”
Eren closes his eyes when she comforts him, bringing her hands up to touch his face. “It’s okay,” He’s telling the truth, everything history when she strokes his cheeks with her thumbs. “It’s okay.”
Y/n insists on calling somebody for Connie and Eren does that as she gets her belongings together. He’s standing by Connie’s bedroom door, watching Y/n get dressed as he calls Armin. He would have called Mikasa but her phone was in his car, the citizens’ app hooked up to the gps. It’s hard to explain beating your friend unconscious over the girl you’re cheating on your girlfriend with and Armin sounds tired of Eren’s shit when he agrees to get Mikasa and Sasha on his way over there.
Eren doesn’t wait for Armin, Miki, or Sasha to get over there but he leaves the door open so they can get in. Y/n feels like she’s doing the walk of shame, constantly touching her hair or pulling down the edges of her pink strawberry patterned dress. When they get outside Eren walks right past her and Y/n pulls her phone out to call herself an uber home. He opens the driver's door but he stops, looking around for Y/n when he doesn’t see her come around the other side of his car.
“What are you doing?” Eren’s question prompts Y/n to look up from her phone and she answers.
“I’m calling an uber.”
Eren frowns at that, looking at Y/n’s current state. She looks crazy and he still feels some type of way knowing she just fucked Connie. All the same, Eren comes back onto the sidewalk and throws his arm over Y/n’s shoulders, pulling her into his body as he walks her around the car. She doesn’t protest, her face getting hot and she feels she doesn’t deserve it when Eren opens the car door and kisses her forehead, scratched up baby hairs tickling his nose. “Get in, I’ll take you home.”
The ride to her dorm is quiet, Eren can’t think of anything to say, and neither can Y/n so she just tells him, “Text me,” before leaving to get out and Eren gives her a small, “Bet,”
The idea of fucking Y/n puts Eren off as he watches Y/n walk to her dorm building. He couldn’t even be mad, could he? Y/n was just some pussy, she owed him no loyalty but fuck, he loved that pussy. When she gets to the building Y/n glances back and Eren’s car is still there and she can’t see through the tinted windows but Y/n knows the feeling of Eren’s gaze. So she texts him first and Eren’s phone dings in his lap, pulling his eyes from Y/n lingering in front of her dorm building.
‘Can I take care of you?’ Read 5:47 p.m.
The idea of fucking Y/n really put Eren off. It’s not her, it’s the fact that she fucked Connie. God, he hoped she used a condom. Eren didn’t know what the fuck was lurking in Connie’s dungeons. It wasn’t fair he expected that of her though, he didn’t use condoms with Historia.
‘Please?’ Read 5:48 p.m.
Eren’s not texting back and Y/n feels like a dub. It’s a shitty feeling. It goes away, replaced with something akin to relief, excitement when Eren’s getting out of his car. The headlights light up and the car chirps, locking before Eren even gets around and Y/n’s smiling something stupid as he walks up to her. You’re not expecting it, Y/n’s not expecting it when Eren hugs her. He pulls her into his body and Y/n’s eyes flutter close as she hugs him back, her hands moving up his back as she pulls him into her.
He feels as if he’s known her in another life, as if she was ripped from him in the most sickening way and the reunion makes Eren’s heart raw, his handsome face grimacing as he cherishes Y/n close. He’s breathing you in, squeezing you to make sure you’re actually there and Y/n feels so light when he breathes heavily in her hair, his hands moving down her arms to fit against her palms and interlock their fingers.
There’s no talking as they walk up to her dorm and Eren has her hand in his own the entire way. It’s only when they’re in her bedroom he lets go and it’s only because she has to go get bandages for his hands. Eren eases his sore body onto her loveseat, limbs spread out and he feels so tired. Y/n comes back with a first aid kit and she’s quiet as she takes care of him.
Eren doesn’t flinch when Y/n pours some alcohol over his bruised knuckles. “You really hurt me.”
Y/n’s not stupid, she knows what he means and she doesn’t know what to say. She could go off, yell at him for all the shit he did behind Historia but putting all the blame on Eren doesn’t sit right with you. Y/n takes her time putting neosporin on his knuckles. “You too,”
“I know,” Eren sounds sorry and Y/n doesn’t know what to say so she focuses on gently wrapping his hand.
Eren’s mesmerized, watching her care for him and he lets her. His hand is relaxed, letting her turn it every which way every time she wraps the bandage around him. The sun is setting in the sky and it casts a glowing pink light through the window behind the loveseat and it hits Y/n just right. How do you look so good? Even on your bad days?
Y/n is freedom, sitting right there in front of him, and Eren kisses her. Soft and gentle, he presses his lips against her own. Y/n stops wrapping, eyes fluttering close as he presses his lips into her own and there’s a small smooching sound when it’s over.
Y/n’s pretty brown eyes flutter open to meet his viridian eyes and Eren asks her, “What am I to you?”, soft and careful against her lips. It’s as if he’s desperate, he’s searching, and Y/n’s searching right back and he’s a lot of things to you, a lot of words, and there are so many thoughts, so many questions in her mind Y/n can’t give Eren an answer. So, she kisses him again, passionate this time and it pulls him in, eyes closed, breathless moans and desperate touches. When it ends, Y/n’s touching his face, running her fingers over Eren’s stubble.
“I never knew you could grow face hair.” She giggles, sweet against his mouth and Eren kisses her one last time, soft and short.
“Me either, “ Eren’s laugh is soft and he’s grinning at her and it feels like it’s been forever since he’s looked at her like that. Y/n’s flustered, eyes darting down as she starts wrapping his hand again. She never gave him an answer, Y/n knew and Eren noticed, but he didn't push it. There was nothing wrong with living in the moment.
It’s quiet as Y/n starts tending his other hand. This one isn’t so bad, since Eren didn’t use it for offense. She doesn’t have to wrap it, it’s just bruised and it’s quick work. Eren’s phone starts ringing in his pocket and he pulls his hand away from Y/n to reach for it. He’s expecting Armin since he hasn’t returned Mikasa’s phone yet, but it’s Historia.
Eren sighs, wearily rubbing his forehead as he answers and Y/n stays quiet.
“Historia-”
“-You beat up Connie?! Have you seen his face? What the fuck is wrong with you Eren? Why are you so twisted up and heartless?”
Y/n hears Historia yelling through the phone and she looks away when Eren glances at her, hand on her neck as she pretends she’s not eavesdropping.
“Where are you?! You’re with that ran through, pissy pussy bitch Y/n, aren’t you?!”
“Excuse me?!” Y/n whips around and Eren’s rubbing his temples, leaning back in the loveseat and he feels a headache coming on when Y/n starts yelling too. “I ain’t got shit to do with y’all, keep my name outta ya mouth-”
“-So she’s there with you!? You’re for the fuckin’ streets, Eren, I swear to god! Tell little ugly she can keep you, I’m tired of giving you second chances!-”
“-Little ugly?!” Y/n snatches the phone from Eren and she jumps off the love seat so he can’t grab her. “Pull up right now, dorm 5-b, I’ll beat the breaks off yo’ ass bitch cause you really tried it when you ran up on me last week-”
“-And I’ll run up again! You think I’m scared of you, dirty bitch? Keep guzzling dick, stop talkin’ to me!-”
“-Listen, bitch, It’s not my fault ya nigga don’t want you and if you run up on me again, Historia, you gon’ need ya fuckin’ momma to come collect you!-”
“-Yeah whatever bitchhh!-”
“-Stay safe hoe, keep talkin and now I’ma really fuck him, really really fuck him!-”
Y/n doesn’t know how he does it, she doesn’t know how Eren gets his phone out of her hand but he does and she doesn’t realize until he’s got his arm around her shoulders, pulling her in and Y/n instantly deflates when he hangs up the call on Historia mid-sentence. His body feels warm against her back, it’s quiet and she’s breathing hard, her anger morphing into knots in her chest and Y/n doesn’t want him touching her anymore. She pushes Eren away, throwing his arm back at him as she turns away.
Y/n’s rejection leaves Eren cold but he doesn’t reach for her and Y/n knows she’s hurt him when she catches his eyes and it’s so overwhelming she has to look away.
She’s crossing her arms, dragging her toe on the carpet and Eren feels guilty when she doesn’t look at him again. “I didn’t deserve that,” Y/n didn’t deserve that and she’s kinda embarrassed she acted that way infront of Eren, but fuck that- nobody was going to bully us.
“You didn’t.”
Y/n scoffs at that, shaking her head. “I know y’all argue about me a lot.”
“We do,” Eren feels his knuckles throbbing under the bandages and he flexes his hand, eyes never leaving Y/n.
“I just wanna be happy,” She’s drawn a heart in the carpet three times already but she starts all over again. “I didn’t do anything wrong, so why’s everybody mad at me?”
“I think you’re beautiful,” It doesn’t correlate with anything Y/n’s just said but it’s Eren’s truth, it’s what he’s thinking.
Y/n’s laugh is bitter. “Your girlfriend doesn’t think so,”
“I think so,”
“You’re only saying that because you wanna fuck me,” Her lip’s trembling, she’s sniffling and Eren’s shaking his head, he’s reaching for her, “No, no, oh no, Y/n don’t say that,”
He brings her in close and Y/n embraces him, mumbling, “It’s true,” into his neck and Eren hushes her up, telling her, “That’s not true, stop talking like that, it’s not true, you hear me?”
Eren’s holding her tight, they’re gently rocking side to side as he presses kisses into her hair and Y/n realizes he’s trying so hard to comfort her right now, he’s never done this before and he’s never seemed so desperate so you let him. He feels warm against her, his touch grounds her and it’s hard to stay mad at him, not when he’s like this.
“Are you gonna go?” Y/n can’t let go, not when the thought of Eren leaving again crosses her mind and her fingers are pressing into him, feeling him, squeezing him as she keeps him there with her.
“Go where?” There wasn’t anywhere he could think of being but here, she feels like home, and Eren’s just as desperate, squeezing her, breathing her and it’s all he wants to know, to feel.
“To her,” Y/n’s ashamed when she says it, pressing her face into his neck so her words are muffled and Eren feels the vibrations tingling his skin and he knows.
“I want to stay with you,” I want to live
“Then stay,”
It’s only nine o’clock but they go to bed. Eren’s tired, his body hurts as Y/n crawls into his arms. Her body feels so right against his body and Eren doesn’t let her go, staring into space as he ponders the consequences of his actions. Y/n hears his heart beating and it’s fast, faster than her own and it’s like music, never missing a beat.
He’s lost Historia. Did he really lose Historia? Eren knows he’s lost her, it’s over and it’s what he wanted. So, why did he feel sad? Y/n’s in his arms, breathing, pulsating and she still hasn’t given him an answer, and Eren’s scared. What if he destroyed his world for nothing? What if she didn’t want him? What if he was just some dick to you?
What if he can’t stay? Stay here with you? The thought rattles him and Eren squeezes her again, just to make sure she’s really here and Y/n moans against his chest. Her moan sounds yummy and Eren becomes painstakingly aware of the fact that she’s naked. He’s naked too and he feels her breast against his tummy, the warmth of her pussy on his thigh, and Eren wonders why you had such an aversion to clothes, not that he minded.
He’s touching you now, anywhere his hands can reach and Y/n’s skin is dancing in his wake. It’s as if her body’s new to Eren again and his fingers spread out over some places, grasping the concept and they caressed others, gently squeezing, rubbing as he gets to know her all over again. Y/n gets butterflies and it’s as if a new one is born, fluttering with life in her belly every time Eren meets a new piece of her.
He calls her name, “Y/n,” it’s little more than a whisper and Y/n makes a sound in the back of her throat, acknowledging him.
“Can I love you?” Eren’s still touching her, but his hands are still, in one place, as he waits for her answer.
The moon is out and it casts a glowing blue light over his face when she pulls back to look at him and Y/n wonders why he always kept his hair up. You weren’t sure if it was the lesbian in you talking but Eren looked so much prettier with his hair down. It’s as if his whole persona changes when Y/n unravels his bun. He’s new to her too and Y/n takes him in. Everything about his eyes are pretty, the color, the feline shape, the dark lashes, and Eren’s patient, he looks so innocent as he waits. He licks his lips and Y/n doesn’t miss it and it perplexes her because she can’t recall his lips ever looking this pink, this juicy and she likes this Eren too.
“Yea,” She’s tucking his strands behind his ear, fingers sliding over his jawline. “Please,” Her words are soft as her thumb grazes his bottom lip. “Yes,”
“Are you sure?” Eren takes her wrist, sliding his fingers up into her own. Their hands keep moving, fingers locking and unlocking, palms sliding and repositioning and they’re searching for each other.
“Yeah,” She doesn’t know him, Y/n doesn’t know him and his hand is bigger than hers, his fingers are longer and the colors don’t match but the mirrors inside of her recognized him, and her body’s tingling in Eren’s presence, conscious with a will of its own.
“Okay,” Eren’s touching her again, fingers stroking the small of her back as he holds her wrist with his other hand, his thumb stroking her palm. Y/n lays her head on his chest again and her nerves light up with every stroke he rubs into her back and he’s being so gentle as if she’ll break and her front’s throbbing against his thigh, she’s getting hot.
“Is it okay if I touch you here?” Her breathing changes when Eren slides his fingers downward, fanning them out over her ass and Eren notices, of course, he notices and he wants to touch her there more but he’s patient, waiting for Y/n’s cute, “Mhm,”
Eren lets her wrist go and Y/n’s hot for his touch, she’s submissive, bending to his will when his hand starts roaming her thigh and he puts her in a suggestive position, guiding her thigh up to rest on his tummy and Y/n already knows what time it is. Her front feels really hot now and Eren’s exploring the soft expanse of her ass, the tips of his fingers pulsating against her soft skin. Her heart’s pounding in her chest as he ventures lower and Y/n’s aching, her breath catching when he grabs a handful of her ass. Eren’s so close he feels the heat from her pussy wafting at his fingertips and Y/n feels him hesitating, fingers lingering dangerously close to her middle.
“Can I touch you here? His words are soft, soft like his touch when he feels her pussy and he knows he should wait for her answer but his touch lingers, his fingers sliding across her slick pussy lips and Eren catches himself before he delves in.
“Yea,” Y/n likes how respectful he’s being, it reminds her of the first time and she’s feeling feelings when Eren starts messing with her, rubbing his fingers back and forth over her wet pussy as he collects her juices and she’s soft there as well, hot too. The more he rubs the wetter she gets and it’s as if he’s curious, trying to grasp the concept of her pussy cause he just toying with her; delving his fingers between her lips, rubbing her pussy in circles, squeezing the fatness of her pussy lips between two fingers, using those same two fingers to spread her lips wide before squeezing them shut again, repeatedly running his middle finger over her clit, only doing it in a downward motion because he notices she shivers every time.
Her pussy juices feel slippery on his fingers as they glide through her lips and it’s the warmest, the wettest when he reaches her hole and Y/n holds her breath, hoping he puts his fingers inside but he doesn’t. He circles the edge, collecting more of her juices before he slides his middle finger down her clit again. Eren finds himself circling her hole again and it’s so tiny, barely able to cover the width of his fingertip. God, he hasn’t even done anything and Y/n’s already soaked.
“Can I?” He’s gently prodding her little hole and she’s tight, denying him but Eren knows he’ll make her open wide soon enough. Y/n’s a good girl, moaning a small, “Please,” and she felt too good to be true and Eren’s breathing shakily when she starts pressing butterfly kisses on his chest. It’s an awkward position to get fingered in and her ass is so big he can’t just slide them in, he has to hook his fingers up into her pussy and Y/n purrs a little when his palm starts rubbing against her asshole in his effort to push his fingers deeper.
Ya bitch was excited though, she loved fingering herself from the back when she masturbated cause it just hit different and we don’t know if Eren’s purposely done this or if he’s trying some’ new out but she’s ready. His fingers are pulsating inside of her warmth and he’s moving them, wiggling them as he gets to know her insides and she’s so soft, so wet it feels like a dream.
He wrecks her, he can’t help it when he wrecks her and he’s not being gentle anymore. His fingers are deep in her pussy, flicking, hooking into her gummy spot, and Y/n’s holding her breath, her lips parted as she lets Eren make a mess of her pussy. It feels so good, her body’s giving in and her pussy’s loudly squishing around his fingers and there’s nowhere to run. Eren’s holding your thigh tight, keeping you still as he batters your insides.
“Ohh, my goddd, I love that shittt,” Y/n’s whining, arching her back and tooting her ass up to give Eren more pussy. “Oh, you’re nastyyy,” He takes advantage of that, giving Y/n’s pussy a harsh flick, hooking up into her. “You’re so fuckin nasty, come up here,”
Y/n really likes the way he’s rubbing her asshole right now, she likes it so much she doesn’t wanna move and Eren stirs her insides again, “Come here,” again, twice this time, “Kiss me,” three this time and his palm is wet and he doesn’t stop, he’s flicking her pussy out like a disobedient child and Y/n really loved this shit. She’s taking it, pushing her pussy out as Eren encourages her, pulling, forcing her up into his waiting lips and he’s still going when he’s got her.
Her pussy’s a mess around his fingers, squishing when he hooked her and leaking when he flicked her and Eren’s tonguing her down, he’s not giving her a chance to get a lick in but she doesn’t mind, Y/n’s too busy being a good girl, she’s too busy pushing her pussy out every time he hooked it in.
She’s moaning into his mouth and Eren’s swirling her tongue so it sounds like she’s distressed and he’s devastating her, her pussy starts feeling raw and she needs a break, her pussy needs a break.
“Haaah, fuckkk,” Y/n’s wailing, her breath hot on his lips and she’s wiggling up his chest, toes curling as Eren hits her walls back and forth with each flick of his fingers.
“Shh, c’mere, c’mere,” Eren does it so swiftly, ripping his fingers out to grab both of her hips to keep her still but Y/n’s still wiggling and her breasts are in his face, rocking against his cheeks with each move she makes. She smells really good, so good Eren opens his mouth to catch one of her nipples and Y/n settles down when he starts sucking, bending to his will as he shifts her body over a little so he can use his other hand. He fumbles a little bit, his wet fingers shaky as he unwraps the bandage she had wrapped around him and his knuckles don’t hurt as much as they did earlier.
She feels her pussy juices sticky, wet on Eren’s hand when he brings it up to grab her breast and he’s sliding his other hand over her ass, down between her ass cheeks and Y/n’s nerves are one fire. He’s gentle, licking at her nipple and he’s massaging her pussy lips, rubbing circles over her, rubbing strokes between her lips and Y/n lets him take care of her. This wasn’t something smoking buddies do, it was the only title they had put on their relationship and Y/n doesn’t get to linger on the thought, cause Eren’s sliding his fingers inside again, he’s palming her asshole again and he’s hooking up into her pussy, searching for her gummy spot.
He knows he’s found it when Y/n’s clenches her pussy up around his fingers and Eren’s squeezing her breast, licking her nipple up and down with the tip of his tongue as he rubs her pussy out, encouraging her to relax for him. He sends lightning into her tummy every time his fingers stroke her tender pussy walls.
Eren knows she’s ready when she starts pushing against his fingers and Eren doesn’t deny her, closing his eyes and sucking her nipple up as he starts flicking his fingers inside of her and Y/n’s pleased, mouth open and eyes closed in bliss as she sings her praise. It’s abuse, he’s hitting the same two spots over and over again and he’s milking her sweet pussy, he’s making her breasts ache and Y/n feels so hot, her pussy keeps clenching up and Eren keeps pulling her open.
“Ohh f-haaa… ah, ah, that, feels so-ohhh good,” Her mind’s so fuzzy at the way his palm rubs against her asshole as he works her pussy out and he’s going so fast Y/n can barely keep up, she hears her pussy squishing, she feels her tummy winding up and she’s drowning. Eren’s rocking her body, rocking her hips back and forth as he flicks her pussy out and Y/n’s legs are trembling, her pussy’s drooling, dripping onto his chest.
Y/n’s making his dick hard, everything about her was making him hard; her sugary moans, her warm pussy around his fingers, her nipple in his mouth, her skin on his skin, and Eren wants to make her his own again. His hand is cramping up and he can’t keep his flicks going so Eren rubs her gummy spot out and it feels good. So good Y/n can’t think straight and she’s whining, clenching her pussy up when he tries to pull his fingers out. She’s sending tingles over his skin, she’s making his dick weep against his tummy, and Eren nibbles on her nipple, gently grazing his teeth against her sensitive peak and rubbing her out until she unclenches her pussy enough for him to pull his fingers out.
His hand was aching, it was a bad idea to take off the bandage but Eren doesn’t regret it, he’d never regret pleasing Y/n. He ignores the pain but it’s hard for Y/n to ignore the thumping in her pussy and she wants him to keep going, she’s wiggling her hips, moving her ass under Eren’s relaxed hand and he grabs a handful of her flesh, keeping her still as he sucks her nipple up one last time.
“Can I?” Y/n steals the words right off of his lips and Eren’s touching her, holding her waist when she pulls back to ask for his permission. Eren reluctantly lets her nipple go, a needy breath escaping his lips as he looks up at her. “Can I sit on your dick? Please?”
“Yes, yes you can.” Eren’s nodding, his wet fingers stroking, massaging her skin. “God, you know you can,”
“I can?” Y/n’s purring, he’s guiding her downwards and her breasts, her tummy’s dragging against him creating a delicious friction that sends Eren’s heart up in his chest.
“You can,” Eren’s breathless, hands sliding to her breast as she gets on her feet, and her pussy feels so soft, so wet, as she hovers over his tip. Y/n’s checking her footing, curling her toes into the sheets as she presses on his tummy to keep her balance and she knows she shouldn’t, she knows it’s gonna hurt cause this makes the fifth time she’s fucked today but it’s Eren, It’s Eren under her, touching her, loving her and she doesn’t deny him either.
He slides in, just like that, and Eren’s squeezing her breast, bucking his hips to grind up into her good pussy and it hurts, god, it hurts. He’s in deep in her pussy, poking into her sore soft spot and Y/n’s legs are trembling, her tummy’s tightening and-
“-Oh, Fuckk,” Y/n doesn’t realize she’s holding her breath, he’s stretching her pussy the fuck out and she feels Eren’s crotch hot under her clit and she’s throbbing, tingling against him as she gets comfortable on his dick.
Eren gives her all the time she needs to adjust, he encourages her too, gently rocking his hips up into her as he grinds her pussy out and he’s doing it so well, he knows what he’s doing and he’s unraveling her, he’s opening her pussy up and Y/n’s hopeless, her pussy’s already creaming on his dick and she’s giving him what he wants, he’s giving her what she asked for.
“You missed me, baby?” Eren’s rubbing her nipples up and down with his thumbs and he’s breathing heavily, enjoying all the pussy Y/n’s giving him right now.
“I missed you, baby,” She sounds so needy, she’s grinding her clit against his crotch, rocking her hips down to meet him halfway.
“I missed you too,” Eren can’t take his eyes off of her face, she’s so pretty in the moonlight, and Eren’s feeling feelings, her pussy’s too good. “I missed you so much, ride that dick for me, get wild, please baby,” ’
Y/n feels hot, her pussy feels heavy all of a sudden and she moans a soft baby-like, “Okay, daddy,” as she gets on her tippy toes, dragging her sweet pussy up the length of his dick and Eren shudders when she puts the pussy on him, dropping it in his lap with a sick squelch. Y/n curls her toes up even more, her pretty face twisting into a grimace as she grinds down on Eren’s dick and she feels nauseous, it hurts, her pussy’s so sore and Eren can’t keep his hands off of her; he needs her.
“Wait,” Y/n sounds like she’s outta breath, pressing on his tummy as she drags her pussy up the length of his tall dick. “Wait, baby… wait.” It’s not like she wanted her pussy to be sore, god knows if it wasn’t she woulda been turned some nasty tricks on this nigga; but here they were.
“What’s wrong?” Eren’s sitting up, his hands on her waist now and Y/n’s holding on, gripping his shoulders as he pulls her into his lap and his dick fills her up again. “Talk to me, please, tell me what’s wrong.” He’s so careful with her, holding her as if she might break and she’s so pretty when she looks like this. She’s so pretty when she’s struggling on his dick and her lips are parted, she’s breathing hard and her pretty brown eyes are low behind her fluffy lashes and Eren knows.
“He didn’t treat your pussy right,” Eren’s voice comes out in a low utter, and his green eyes are glazed over, relaxed, as he leers into her and Y/n doesn’t want to admit it, breaking eye contact and looking for everything but Eren. She feels foolish, it was only to spite him- pleasure was the furthest thing from her mind. Eren’s patient, he’s taking her in and Y/n still can’t tell him what’s wrong, she’s too embarrassed to admit her pussy’s really sore cause she let Connie wear her out all day but it doesn’t matter.
Eren takes her as she is. His kisses are butterflies, repeated pecks on her lips, and Y/n kisses back, pressing her lips into every kiss. Eren’s arms find their way under her thighs and Y/n feels him holding her ass, his fingers spread out, massaging her flesh.
“You trust me?” Eren’s voice is soft, he’s looking into her, and Y/n’s looking into him and he doesn’t have to search, she’s here. It’s like love, it’s not like sex cause Eren’s always touching her, holding her, kissing her, taking care of her, and Y/n’s never had a lover take care of her the way Eren does, he takes her as she is, always.
“I trust you.” As soon as the words leave her lips Eren’s lifting her thighs and Y/n scrambles to wrap her arms around his shoulders so she doesn’t fall back. All of Y/n’s weight falls into her ass and all of a sudden Eren’s in her tummy, he’s stabbing her poor pussy in and there’s nowhere to run, She’s balancing on his dick, her feet bobbing uselessly in the air behind Eren’s head and Y/n’s nauseous, she can’t breathe.
She’s clenching her pussy up, trying to push him out but it doesn’t matter, Eren’s got her pussy spread wide on his dick and he’s stretching her little creamy hole out. He likes the way her breasts heave, the way her tummy sinks in, the way her waist beads hang down between her legs, deliciously resting on the top of her pretty fat front.
“Oww, fuckkk,” Y/n whines, wiggling her legs and grabbing at his shoulders as she tries to alleviate the amount of dick Eren’s stuffing up into her pussy right now. “Ooh, oh, fuck, babyyy,”
“You said you trusted me,” Eren keeps her thighs in the air, he keeps her on his dick, and her tummy’s cramping up, her pussy’s throbbing with dull, sweltering aches. “You trust me, right?” Eren lifts her ass up, dragging her pussy up his dick and Y/n’s so thankful, she’s so thankful she relaxes her pussy, sighing a sweet, “Yeah, trust… trust you.”, hot on his lips.
“So be quiet,” Eren’s pulling her ass cheeks apart, he’s spreading pussy even more and Y/n’s thighs are trembling, she’s trying to pull them together. “Take this dick,” Eren pulls her pussy into his lap, hushing her sharp cry up with a harsh, “I know you can,”
Eren lifts her up again and Y/n doesn’t get any time to recover. He lets her fall again and her hole’s burning, her pussy feels really heavy too, and when they connect it hurts so good. Eren knows he’s got her when it becomes harder to lift her up, she’s relaxing, letting him ease her onto his dick again and she moans a pleased “Ooh,” when they connect.
He’s opening her pussy up and she’s not clenching anymore but she’s still tight and Eren wants her pussy open, he keeps her pussy open, lifting her up and sending strike after strike up into her soft spot. Y/n feels her pussy fluttering something crazy around his dick and she’s encouraging him, moaning small “Mhm,”’s and “Right there baby,”’s as he fucks her hole out.
“I love this pussy, fuckkk, I love this pussy” Eren’s talking to her while he’s in it, stroking her creamy pussy out with every word and Y/n’s a mess. He’s so deep in her tummy, he’s making her forget how to speak. “God, I love your pussy, Y/n... Y/n…” Eren’s manhandling her ass, picking it up and slamming it down and he’s pulling her ass cheeks so far apart her asshole’s starting to stretch too. “Fuck, what’s your last name?” Eren’s tearing Y/n’s little pussy up, he’s making her pussy sing and he’s not being nice about it. His strokes are getting deeper, faster with his every word. “I don’t know your last name, you never told me. What’s, your, last, name-,”
Eren’s cracking her pussy and Y/n thinks she can take it, she deserves it after all she’s put him through, she deserves rough shots in her pussy cause she’s been a bad girl. She can’t take it though and it’s not long before her pussy starts burning, hurting and Eren really wants to know her last name. He gets his point across, making her pussy squelch four times the next time he asks her.
“-L/nnnn!” Y/n’s pulling at his shoulders again, running from the dick cause Eren didn’t have to do that, he didn’t have to beat our pussy up like that. “L/n, L/n, L/n,” She’s panting when Eren rips her clean off of his dick.
“Y/n, “Eren presses his forehead against her own, his breathing matching her own as he tests her last name out “Y/n L/n,”
“Eren, Eren, ah,” He’s so close, he’s keeping eye contact with her and Y/n feels so connected to him, she feels as if she’s a part of him. “Eren…” She knows his last name, everybody knows his last name but Y/n’s never said it aloud before. She doesn’t know how to pronounce it, she doesn’t even know how to form the letters on her tongue after she murmurs “Jay… Jay…”
“Jaeger,” Eren’s squeezing her ass, he’s massaging her flesh and the muscles in his arms are tense as he holds her up.
“Jaeger,” Y/n likes the way his mouth moves when he says it, he says it with soul, meaning, and the way he says it makes her realize it’s not English. So she copies him, moving her mouth the exact same way, “Eren, Jaeger,”
Eren breathes a small laugh, deciding he’ll take it and his lips curl up for a second, but only for a second. “Hey,”
“Hi,” Y/n feels a gush of warm wetness trickling out of her vagina immediately after and her face gets hot, so hot she looks away. She’s hovering over his dick so Eren feels it, of course he feels it and he’s in awe, he wants that pussy all over again.
“You’re already leaking, Y/n?” Eren’s looking down between them as he puts Y/n on his dick again and he’s breathless, her pussy swallows him in one go. He’s nestled between her fat pussy lips and the sight has him shivering. “Weren’t you gonna really really fuck me?” He’s pulling her ass cheeks apart again and he’s rubbing Y/n’s asshole with his middle finger as he opens her little pussy hole up again.
Y/n’s in her right state of mind, despite Eren in her tummy, and she’s got something hot on her tongue ready for his ass but before she can spit Eren starts cracking her pussy again and the bitch can’t breathe. He’s handling her ass, giving her straight dick, in her pussy, in her belly, in her ears, and Y/n’s screaming. Eren’s stabbing the same spot over and over and over again, He’s stabbing in her sore spot and he knows he’s fucking her right when she starts pushing her pussy out like a-
“-Good girl, good fucking girl. Can I have all of this pussy? You gonna let me have all of this pussy?” His finger is sinking into her asshole and he’s gripping her ass so tight he’s pulling her asshole open.
“Oooh, fuckk, yes daddy, yesss daddy,” Y/n’s lost in him, she’s drowning in all Eren has to offer and she’s purring, moaning as he long dicks her and she’s so happy, she’s so happy he’s fucking her, loving her again.
“Who were you gonna fuck? Huh?” Eren’s not tryna hear her answer so he shuts her right up, giving her pussy a rough shot. Y/n hisses and she tries to defend her pussy, she tries to clench her pussy up but Eren’s not having that. Y/n’s ass is rippling like jello in his hands, he’s rocking her ass up and down on his dick, ruthlessly fucking her poor pussy out. “Who did you think you were gonna fuck? You were gonna fuck me? Me? Who the fuck do you think you are?”
“I’m s-sorry daddy,” He’s beating her pussy red, and Y/n’s sobbing, she’s pushing her pussy all the way out and she’s taking it, she’s taking it like a good girl. “I’m so sorry daddy, I didn’t mean it, I didn’t- I didn’t mean ittttt-ahh fuckkk, right there daddy, please!”
“Don’t be sorry,” Eren’s demolishing Y/n’s pussy hole, his finger halfway into her ass, and god, he’s missed this pussy so much. “Oh no, don’t be sorry pretty girl, just take all of daddy’s dick, just like that,”
“I deserve it, daddy,” Y/n’s drooling on Eren’s shoulder, she’s slurring her moans in his ear and all she can think about is the good dick he’s giving her right now. “I’ve been a bad girl, I’m sorry, I deserve it don’t stop, kill my pussy daddy, please kill my pussy please, daddy I’ll behave, I’ll behave,”
“No, you won’t,” He’s killing her pussy, alright. Eren’s fucking that pussy in all the right places and she’s creaming up and down his dick, he’s stirring her guts like mac n cheese and Y/n’s never had a nigga put some dick down on her like this before. “You don’t listen and because you don’t listen, you don’t behave and because you don’t behave, we’re gonna end up here again but you love it don’t you? You love getting your pussy fucked out by daddy?”
“I, love, getting, my, pussy, fucked, out, by, daddy,” Y/n’s words are slurred gasps, Eren’s forcing them out one at a time, only giving her the chance to breathe when he lifts her up before abruptly slamming her down on his dick again. “I, love, ah, It, Iloveit, daddy, I, love, ah, ah, nngh pussy, ah, ah, daddy, daddyyy,”
“Who does this pussy belong to? Uh uh, keep pushing it out for daddy. Who’s this pussy belong to?”
“You, babyyy, oh! Fuckkk, you, baby,”
“You sure? It’s all mine? All of this pussy is mine?”
“Your, pussy, Eren… alll,,, all, your, pussy, Erennn,”
“I don’t believe you,” Eren lifts her off of his dick and Y/n’s pussy starts leaking again, it’s throwing a tantrum, violently twitching, thumping between her legs and she doesn’t wanna let go.
“It’s the truthhh, put me back, I wanna, please, Eren,” Y/n’s whining, clinging to his shoulders and her pretty face is all made up as Eren tries to put her on the bed “On god, I promise daddy, put me back, put me back,”
“You gave my pussy away,” Eren puts his hand around her neck and Y/n’s not expecting that, her pretty brown eyes go wide when he tightens his fingers around her neck and pushes her down to the bed. “Why’d you give my pussy away?”
Eren’s dominating her, he’s got her pinned and he’s staring down at her, he’s waiting for an answer but Y/n can’t speak, he’s choking her. Her mouth is open, her pretty big lips are moving but there’s no sound coming out. She’s so fuckin bad, god, she’s so bad Eren decides to let her breathe; but not before he plunges into her leaking pretty pussy. Y/n’s gasp sounds like a cry and her eyes start watering.
“I was m-mad at you…” Y/n’s voice is shaky when she tells him her truth and her legs are shaking but she doesn’t try to pull them shut, they’re spread out, just like her arms and she lets Eren have all of her. “You chose her, you chose her,”
“I didn’t want her,” Eren’s thumb brushes the center of her neck and he presses down, taking away her air. “I wanted you,” He comes in closer, using his other hand to grab one of her thighs. Y/n’s body, her face is hot, everything’s blurry and she feels her head hurting when Eren starts moving his hips between her thighs and he’s giving her pussy fast deep strokes.
“I wanted you, Y/n. Fuck, all I want is you,” Eren’s pressing on her throat harder, he’s beating her pussy faster. Y/n’s tummy’s tight and she’s pushing her pussy out, she’s letting him ruin her. “I almost cried, I haven’t cried since my mother died, you almost made me cry, Y/n, did you know that?”
Y/n tries to shake her head but Eren doesn’t want her to look away. He grabs her jaw, but he’s not rough, he’s gentle with it, guiding her head straight. Y/n’s gasping, her face is hot with tears and Eren’s still swimming in her pussy, he’s still stroking her and gosh, she’s so pretty like this.
“Mm sahry,” Her words are muffled, her lips are kinda pushed together because of the way Eren’s gripping her face.
“You’re sorry?” Eren eases his grip on her face but he doesn’t let up on her pussy, he’s still pounding her in, he’s still making her pussy sing, he’s still making her legs shake.
“I’m sorry daddy, I’m sorry, I won’t do it again, I won’t, ah, I won’t, ah,”
“You won’t?” Eren chokes her again, wrapping all of his fingers around her neck this time and Y/n’s arching her back, pushing her breast out as she tries to run but Eren’s pulling at her neck, holding her still as he sends shot after shot up into her tired pussy. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean? You won’t. You won’t, what? You were thinking about giving my pussy away? Again?”
“Are you fucking crazy? Where the fuck are your legs,” Eren lets go of her neck, and by the time Y/n sucks in her first breath he’s grabbing her legs, pushing them back.
“No, daddy, no, no,” Y/n’s mouth is going, she’s bending to his will and she’s eager when he’s got her knees pressing against her shoulders. Her pussy’s fluttering and he’s still inside of her, stretching her little hole out and she’s clenching and unclenching her pussy around his dick.
The sight of his dick splitting Y/n’s pretty dark pussy lips open sends trills over his skin. Eren’s eyes travel upwards and her tummy’s heaving against her thighs, her waist beads are rolling. Her pussy squishes when he pulls out a bit, calling Eren’s attention again and he lets out a heavy breath when he sees his dick is stained with a new coat of cream.
Y/n’s a good girl, she has to be a good girl, she has to make daddy believe her so she reaches around her thighs and pulls her pussy lips wide for him. You’re such a nasty bitch, “Why are you such a nasty bitch?” It’s filthy, pleased as it falls from Eren’s lips and he’s eagerly sliding back up inside of her. Her pussy’s so good it squishes when they connect and Eren feels like he’s losing his mind.
Y/n’s really spreading her pussy for daddy and Eren can’t not rub her clit. It’s so pretty, the hood is brown and the sensitive flesh is a delicious hot pink and Eren knows it’s not supposed to be that pink, he knows and he’s proud he beat her pussy red. Eren’s proud as fuck. Y/n shivers when he spits on her clit and that boy looks so fine, he’s so fine as he lets the spit fall from his lips. It’s clear, moonlight glinting along the strings as it flows onto her clit. She’s tingling, throbbing around his dick, and Eren’s playing with her clit. He’s rubbing it up and down, side to side with his thumb, and Y/n’s whining, she feels so hot, her pussy’s aching, and Eren’s making her feel so good.
“Fuck, Y/n,” Eren rubs her clit one last time, dragging his thumb up the sensitive underside but it’s not the last time, he has to do it again, he has to make her whine again. “What are you doing to me?”
She’s a mindfuck, she’s a problem, laying there looking all pretty as she spreads her pussy for him. It’s like she has hearts in her eyes and Eren can't look away, god, how could he look away when she licks her pretty big lips and flutters her fluffy lashes as she closes her eyes. She looks so pretty as she lets out a sweet, pleased sigh and when she opens her pretty brown eyes again Eren gives it to her.
“Did he fuck you like this?” Eren presses her knees back against her shoulders and power fucks her guts out. He knocks the breath out of her and Y/n doesn’t look so happy anymore. Her pretty face is all made up and her toes are curling up so tight her feet are numb. Her tummy hurts, her pussy’s squelching around his dick and Y/n keeps spreading her pussy for daddy. There’s no talking, just the sound of Eren battering Y/n’s pussy, just the sound of her pussy squishing and squelching in return.
Eren’s doing gymnastics in that pussy, he’s planking, toes gripping the sheets as he puts all his weight on Y/n’s thighs and she can’t remember how to breathe. He’s bouncing, his hips are moving, he’s throwing some serious dick down into her belly. Y/n’s face is all hot, Eren’s never fucked her all nasty like this before and she’s in love, she swears she’s in love. Y/n’s panting and it hurts, of course it hurts, he’s hurting her pussy so good and Y/n’s taking all the dick Eren has for her. He catches a wicked rhythm, plunging into her pussy over and over again and he never misses a beat. Eren keeps that shit going, he has to, god, he has to.
“You’re gonna make me cum,” Eren’s huffing, his mind is fuzzy and she scrambles him every time he dips into her warmth. “You’re gonna… fuckkkk, Y/nnn,”
“Mmmn, daddyyy,” Y/n’s tummy is tight and she’s pushing her pussy out as she squirts and Eren groans a hopeless, “Oh god,” and his eyes are rolling back. She’s blowing his mind, Eren can’t believe he’s bagged her sexy little ass again but he believes it when Y/n squirts again. Historia’s never done this, Historia’s never pulled her pussy open for him like this, Historia’s never let him fuck her out like this, Historia’s never squirted for him like this but Y/n does, Y/n does it all and she’s such a good girl, Y/n’s such a good girl.
“Haaah,” Y/n’s moaning, she feels another one coming and Eren doesn’t let up, he’s stroking her pussy out as if his life depends on it and she goes quiet, whimpering when she squirts on his dick again. It comes out like piss, hot and wet and Eren’s groaning, his fingers are pressing into her thighs.
“Damn, Y/n,” He’s drilling her pussy and Y/n’s still not done, it’s bubbling up and down like a fountain and Eren feels it wetting his tummy. Everything between them feels wet, your ass, his thighs, the bed, as he fucks into you. Her squirt bubbles down into a stream and Y/n’s still pushing that pussy out for him.
“My pussy can’t take anymore, daddy, please,” She doesn’t dare to stop spreading her pussy for daddy and her pretty brown eyes are pleading up at him, her pussy’s all beat up and she’s so fucking nasty, Eren can’t stop fucking her little pussy out, she’s taking it so well. “Can my pussy have a break, daddy?”
“No, fuck, ah, no,” Eren’s killing her pussy, he’s losing faith, and Y/n squirts again, she moans a sweet, “Hnngh!” as she gives it to him and Eren feels as if he wants to jump out of his skin. “Fuckkk, look at you,” Eren’s rearranging Y/n’s insides. “You love this don’t dick, don’t you?”
“I love that dick, babyyy,” She’s slutting him out, holding her pussy wide open as he fucks squirt after squirt out of her. “I love that dick, get your nut baby, don’t stop, don’t stoppp,”
“Ohh,” Eren’s dick feels alarmingly hot the next time he plunges into Y/n’s sweet pussy. His dick feels like it’s gonna burst and Eren knows he’s gonna cum, it’s so intense he can’t muster the upper body strength to pull out and he’s moaning a choked, “F-Fuck!’ as he drowns in Y/n’s pussy. He’s cumming, his thighs are trembling, sweat’s dripping from his brow and his toes are losing purchase in the sheets.
Y/n feels it inside of her, thick, hot spurts as Eren collapses between her legs. He’s breathing hard in her neck and Y/n’s breathing hard too. She wraps her arms around him and they feel each other, skin to skin, hearts thumping. It’s quiet for a long time after that. Her body fits against his own so perfectly, it’s like a puzzle and it feels so right and this was his Y/n, his Y/n with the orange hair and the good pussy.
Y/n joins Eren in the bathroom twenty minutes later after she’s done changing the sheets and putting towels over the wet spots on the bed. She sees Eren’s silhouette against the shower curtain and he’s running his hands through his hair, standing under the warm flow of water. She hesitates for a second, taking time to watch how his dick bobs in the air as he runs his hands through his hair and she really likes the shape of his body.
Y/n wonders if he doesn’t like the shape of his body, cause he’s always hiding it in sweatpants, hoodies, and concealing clothing in general. She likes his body a lot, she likes the scars on his body too but she’s never had the courage to ask about them. They were strangers, she didn’t think he’d tell her about any trauma he went through and she doesn’t blame him.
“
Y/n turns off the lights in the bathroom before gently pulling back the curtain and slipping into the steamy shower with him. Eren’s hair falls into his face again, the waters weighing down his chocolate locks and he’s happy she joined him. He comes closer, pressing a kiss to her lips as he closes the curtain and Y/n’s hand is trailing down his arm as she pulls him under the flow of warm water with her. It doesn’t matter when the water wets her hair cause it’s time for a new wig anyways, Eren’s touching her, rubbing her anywhere he could as she turns around and falls into him.
He sends her heart thumping, butterflies in her tummy when he covets her, arm around her breast as he trails his other hand down her tummy between her legs to feel her pussy. Y/n tilts her head back, searching for his lips and Eren gives them to her, fervently returning her kisses. She purrs when he slides two fingers between her pussy lips, rubbing loving circles into her clit.
She’s still wet and Eren knows it’s all him as he slides his fingers up in her. It’s much easier this time. Her insides have a soft, wet texture to it and Eren takes his time, rubbing his fingers against her walls as he explores her body. He’s massaging her breast, pushing his tongue down her throat and Y/n doesn’t deny Eren, melting open to receive him, He starts a slow rhythm, rocking his fingers back and forth inside of her, and Y/n sighs into the kiss, her breath coming through her nose and tickling Eren’s cheek,
She’s left disappointed when he pulls his fingers out and Y/n bites his lip as he breaks the kiss and Eren has no choice when she pulls him again. Eren’s hands are on her hips now, her skin dancing as he kisses her one last time and Y/n doesn’t know what he’s doing when he gets on his knees but she likes it when he nips at her ass, catching her soft brown flesh between his teeth. Y/n’s not mad but it’s as if he’s sorry, kissing her skin right after.
He’s guiding her, putting her leg up on the edge of the tub and Y/n’s a “Good girl,”, bending over and putting her pussy in his face. Eren puts his face in it and his nose is nuzzling her asshole as he presses soft kisses on her pussy. Y/n feels her pussy getting heavy, it has a heartbeat of its own and it’s as if Eren knows and he starts giving her pussy a slow, broad lick. He takes his time, wiggling his tongue between her pussy lips, and Y/n busts her pussy open, tooting her ass up and arching her back as Eren rolls his tongue over her clit. Eren wants to taste all of her, dragging his tongue through her folds, over her leaking hole, and Y/n shudders when he curves the tip of his tongue into her asshole as he licks up to her crack.
She likes it, he knows she likes it so he does it again, closing his eyes and dragging his tongue from her clit to her puckered asshole and Y/n encourages him, wiggling against him and Eren breathes her in, drunk on the way her ass cheeks bounced on his face. He gives her what she wants, how could he not, he couldn’t deny her. Eren’s fingers are splayed out on her ass, his thumbs pulling her pussy lips apart and Y/n’s anxious, butterflies in her tummy but Eren takes care of her, longing his tongue out and pressing it between her spread pussy lips, wiggling his tongue against her clit. He feels so wet, so warm in her pussy, and Y/n’s moaning “Oh, yeah babyyy,” when Eren starts licking out her clit.
He’s massaging her, spreading her pussy lips open and pushing them shut as he eats, rolling, twirling, swirling his tongue around her clit, and Y/n grabs for the walls when her knees start getting weak. Eren spreads her pussy wide and Y/n feels his breath hot on her sensitive flesh as he pulls back and spits in her pussy, sending Y/n trembling but Eren’s got her, of course, he’s got her.
Eren can’t see, god he wished he could but this was more than enough, the feeling of Y/n in his hands, the awareness of her presence was more than enough and Eren keeps her pussy lips spread when he licks her again, pressing his tongue flat as he licks Y/n from her clit to her taint and fuck, he’s driving you crazy when he curves his tongue into your ass. She tastes good, so good Eren’s swirling his tongue against her tight asshole and he’s desperate when she doesn’t let him in.
Y/n feels his mouth, feels his bottom lip brushing her pussy as his thumbs massage her lips, feels his tongue wriggling in her ass and she doesn’t know why, but she remembers his question, she remembers the way he kissed her when he asked and it feels good, thinking about it while Eren eats her ass feels good and Y/n doesn’t know why. Her soul’s smiling. Eren drags the underside of his tongue down her taint and he dips into her pussy hole, nuzzling his nose into her wet asshole and he’s rubbing her clit now, flicking it side to side with one of his thumbs.
It was his pussy, alright. It’s Eren’s pussy and he’s cleaning his plate, paying attention to her clit now and Y/n’s throbbing, thumping in his mouth, her pussy’s leaking and Eren’s licking it all up, he’s spitting it back onto her pussy and licking it all up all over again, He doesn’t stop, he doesn’t stop rolling, licking, rubbing his tongue on her clit and Y/n can’t find her thoughts. Your pussy feels so hot and Eren’s treating it so good right now. He’s toying her waist beads, twisting, turning them as he contentedly sucks on her clit and Y/n’s knees are shaking, her clits on fire and her Eren’s got her tummy all twisted up and Y/n’s trembling, moaning a high, “Right there, babyyy,” when she cums for him, hot and wet on his mouth.
Eren opens his mouth, catching as much of her squirt as he could and his fingers are splayed out on her tummy as he drinks her down. He loved when she squirted, it was the best and Eren still wants more when she’s done. Y/n doesn’t know what to do when he starts eating her again, what could she do? Her pussy’s still hot, it’s all sensitive and the wet texture of his tongue dragging against her clit sends electricity up her spine. When she tries to run Eren yanks at her waist beads as he chases and he’s so persistent Y/n lets him lick her out for fear of her waist beads breaking.
He’s licking her up, again and again, Eren licks her up and he’s content, the taste of Y/n’s sweet pussy filling his mouth, dancing down into his soul. Y/n feels her pussy getting all heavy again and Eren licks her again and she’s submitting to him all over again. She relaxes, pushing against Eren’s face and she’s suffocating him with her ass but all he cares about is making her feel good. He’s taking care of her, swirling circles around Y/n’s core and she’s getting hot, so hot she feels her lace lifting under the steady flow of warm water.
Y/n starts rocking her hips, but she’s not running, she’s teasing him, putting her pussy on his mouth, and taking it right back off again. Eren doesn’t let that deter him, he starts sucking at her pussy lips and Y/n lets him suck for a few seconds before she moves her pussy away again.
“Come here,” Eren’s words are hot on her pussy as she puts it on his mouth and he starts eating but Y/n decides to get stingy with her pussy again. Eren chases her and she giggles, telling him a sugared, “You’re so greedy, babe.” She only lets him get one lick in before denying him her sweet pussy. It only makes him want her more and Y/n feels Eren breathing hot on her pussy and she knows his mouth is open so she throws her ass back on his face.
“Does my pussy taste that good?” She puts her pussy in his mouth and Eren moans a needy, “Mhm,” into her pussy as he licks her up and down between her pussy lips. She gets bossy with it, pulling her pussy out of his mouth as she clucks a disapproving, “Ah ah ah, that’s enough.”
“Stop playin’.” Eren’s licking his lips, he’s pulling at her waist beads and Y/n doesn’t submit. “That’s how you ask to eat my pussy?”
Eren can practically feel the heat coming off of her pussy, it’s right there in his face but Y/n keeps it out of reach and he’s salivating. The aftertaste she left on his tongue is absolutely delicious and he could yank her onto his face, he could put his face in her pussy, he could chase her but he’s gentle with her.
“Can I eat your pussy?” He’s patient with her.
Y/n realizes how much power her pussy holds over him and she’s a whole new type of cocky. She puts her pussy on his mouth, purring a sweet, “You may,”
Eren starts eating again and Y/n doesn’t think she’s physically able to cum anymore for today so, she lets Eren lick her clit up and down, round and round. It’s not long before her pussy gets sensitive again and Eren's working a loving rhythm between her pussy lips. Y/n can’t believe he’s eating her pussy this good, she can’t believe he's about to make her cum again. It’s like fire when her pussy starts thumping again and Y/n takes her pussy out of his mouth once again. It was so sudden, her pussy feels as if it’s gonna fall off.
Eren doesn’t chase her, but he’s touching her, he’s holding her thighs and he waits for her to put it in his mouth again. When she does, he sucks at her fat pussy lips nice and slow before he slides his tongue between them. Eren gets right to the point, repeatedly dragging his tongue over her clit and she’s throbbing, twitching in his mouth. Y/n’s legs start to tremble a bit and Eren lets up, he sucks her pussy lips up before he plants a kiss on them.
“I got you,” He kisses her pussy again and he’s rubbing her thighs up and down to calm her shaking. “I got you,” Eren kisses Y/n’s pussy again and he gives her pussy a slow, broad lick. He knows what he’s doing, he sinks his tongue between her lips at the last possible second, and Y/n likes that. Her clit starts aching, like needy aching. Her legs aren’t trembling so much anymore and Eren mutters a soft, “Good girl,” before he starts licking her pussy out again. He’s going slow, he’s taking his time. He keeps placing slow, broad licks between her pussy lips and he’s unraveling her, pulling small moans from her mouth as he eats and Eren feels as if he could eat her forever if she’d let him.
Forever comes sooner than later and Y/n doesn’t squirt when she cums. She doesn’t have any squirt left to give him, not even when electricity sears her spine and convulses her pussy. She’s just shaking, her foot slips off of the edge of the tub, and Eren’s pulling her down to the floor with him. He’s got Y/n in his arms and she’s melting into him. The water’s warm, running through Eren’s hair and over Y/n’s face. Y/n doesn’t know where Eren begins, she doesn’t know where she ends, they’re wrapped up in each other tight.
The silence after that accompanied by shy glances and gentle smiles as they soap each other up is comforting. Eren leaves Y/n in the shower cause she has to wash her hair and when she takes off her wig and holds it out to him Eren takes it, but not before he reaches out to put his hand on the top of her head. He’s wiggling his fingers, feeling her braids, and Y/n’s laughing, batting his hand away.
“Roger,” Eren puts his hand on Y/n’s head again and Y/n doesn’t stop him.
“Who?”
“Roger from American Dad, his head.”
Y/n guffaws when she gets the joke and she slaps Eren on the chest, ears getting hot at his laughing. “You too, nigga. I’on know why you talkin’.” She reaches up and puts her palm on Eren’s forehead before she gently pushes his head back.
“Yeah, whatever, shut up before I get the movie projector out,” Eren’s waving her wig now, pointing it at her and she knows this cause the moonlight shining in through the bathroom window outlines his naked silhouette.
“Boy, fuck you.”
Eren’s not there when she comes out of the shower and Y/n starts panicking. His clothes are gone. She didn’t even hear him leave! It’s a punch to the gut when she starts wondering if he went back to Historia and Y/n can’t stand, her legs get really weak and she has to sit down.
Did we just get played? Her mind’s spiraling down a rabbit hole of doubts and uncertainties and her tummy’s starting to hurt real bad and Y/n’s looking for her phone. She would call him, yeah, we will call him, yeah, and we’ll calmly ask Eren why he left and if he is going to Historia we’re gonna hang up, yeah.
Eren’s phone is sitting on the charger next to our phone and Y/n suddenly feels relieved. We’re embarrassed though, glancing around the empty dorm room to make sure nobody saw us fall out over this nigga. He still doesn’t have a case and it’s kinda scary because he doesn’t have a screen protector either- what if he drops it? Y/n gets a crazy idea and she glances around the room one last time before she tries it out. She picks up her phone and calls Eren and she’s staring his phone down until it starts to ring and-
“Lil squirt?!” Y/n exclaims, kinda smiling, kinda trying to look disgusted but Eren’s sense of humor wins her over. She’s laughing and she can’t believe it. Eren has her contact name saved as “lil squirt” and Y/n can’t believe it. She’s kinda happy, kinda proud, and a little embarrassed when she hangs up the call and Eren’s phone stops ringing. In all honesty, she was expecting her number to be unsaved.
“You hear that fat mamas,” She opens her towel, looking down at her vagina. “He calls us lil squirt,” Y/n’s happy and she’s wiggling her toes, this stupid grin plastered on her face and there’s no way something this little, this minuscule, should bring happiness in their situation but Y/n’s happy.
She’s self-sabotaging though, cause now Y/n wants to know more. She wants to go through Eren’s phone. Was he talkin’ to other bitches? What did these bitches look like? Was he talkin’ to other black girls? Are they prettier than you? Cause lets be honest, they were the only competition you ever cared about. Eren and Y/n never made it exclusive and he’s cheating on his girlfriend and Y/n’s brain is itching, overflowing with all of the possibilities. She wants to know.
Your girlfriend always said it doesn’t matter how nice a nigga may be, the real him is in that phone. Y/n looks down at it and she’s not surprised when the little white lock throws a tantrum and tells her to swipe up to unlock. Y/n doesn’t remember a time she’s seen Eren use his passcode and she doesn’t even know his birthday, or any other dates that might be important to him. Y/n decides she shouldn’t, what if she got her feelings hurt?
“When’s your birthday?” It’s the first thing Y/n says to Eren when he comes back twenty minutes later with a bookbag and a new set of clothing on. She’s still naked and Eren accepts that Y/n just doesn’t like clothes as he slips his feet out of his shoes.
“March thirtieth,” Y/n follows him to her bedroom and Eren plops on her loveseat. “What about you?”
“So, you’re an Aries,” Y/n completely ignores his question and Eren lets out a playful groan, leaning his head back and rubbing his forehead before running a hand through his hair.
“Please don’t tell me you’re into that astrology bullshit, too.” Y/n doesn’t answer and Eren lifts his head to look at her and she’s so cute, standing there naked, naked with water droplets running down her warm brown skin. Her tummy isn’t flat anymore, she’s gained a little weight and Eren likes it, she looks yummy this way too.
Eren takes his time looking Y/n over and her face is wet, there’s water running over her lips and down her chin. He likes the way her wet, coily black hair frames her pondering face. Eren notices there’s a drastic change to Y/n’s persona, her face, whenever her hair changes. He’s seen her hair change four times, well- three, if he counted the straight blonde wig and the curly blonde one she wore at the pool party as one because they were the same color. She’s pretty hot, like hot, when she wears a wig but when she lets her hair out, she seems softer, everything about her beauty changes to something ethereal. It’s the only way Eren can describe it.
“Okay, I can fuck with that,” Y/n’s nodding to herself cause Eren’s not the first aries she’s fucked with.
“Oh no,” Eren starts digging in his bookbag and Y/n rolls her eyes when he says, “It’s dumb.”
He pulls out the rollup and Y/n decides not to cuss him out when she sees her pink lighter in his hand. He flicks it to make sure it’s not dead and Y/n smiles a little, sampling her courage.
“So,” She takes a step forward, hands behind her back and Eren likes the way her waist beads move when she pokes out her hip a little. “Lil squirt?”
Eren pauses in sniffing the weed he just copped and when he looks up at Y/n her smile is contagious and he’s smiling too. “Lil squirt.” Eren agrees with her and Y/n starts giggling and Eren thinks she’s so pretty so he reaches for her, telling her “C’mere.”
Y/n takes Eren’s hand and he pulls her into his lap. Y/n feels content when Eren wraps his arm around her waist. He lets her get comfortable and she throws her arm around his shoulder and. she’s playing in his hair, twirling her long red nail around his chocolate strands and Eren kisses her breast before he breathes her in. She smells like strawberries, like that cupcake lotion she uses all the time and Eren subconsciously registers the sweet scent as Y/n’s. He associates it with Y/n and all he can think of, all he can see in his mind is various memories of Y/n as he breathes her in.
“You smell so good,” Eren sighs, kissing her breast one last time. Y/n’s dragging her nails against his scalp as she hums a small, “Thanks,” She kisses Eren’s crown, fingers lost in his strands as she breathes him in. He smells like her body wash, he smells like strawberries and cupcakes too. “You smell good too,”
Y/n’s kinda wetting his clothing but Eren doesn’t mind. He’s gonna have to take them off later anyway. He lets Y/n take the eighth from his hand and she looks so cute when she sniffs it. Her nostrils flare a little and Eren likes her nose, it’s different. It’s not thin and straight, she has a cute round nose and Eren can’t not tap it.
“Boop,” His touch is like a gentle poke, and Y/n’s giggling, she’s clutching the eighth in the crook of her thumb as she brings her hand up to touch her nose.
“What was that for?”
“Your nose is cute, let me bite it.”
“I know I’m chocolate, but damn.”
It’s short-lived cause Eren has to roll up and Y/n has to get started on her hair before it completely dries up. It’s quiet as Y/n massages cream into her hair and she’s watching Eren break the weed down. She remembers his question and decides to answer and Eren doesn’t remember he even asked, so he says. “What?”
“My birthday,” Y/n’s combing her hair out and the wide tooth comb is easily sliding through her coils. She repeats it and Eren nods.
“Nice,” He’s adding grabba now and Y/n’s combing out another section of her hair. “ I like that month.”
“Do you really?” She’s running her fingers through her coils and she decides they’re ready to manipulate.
“No,” Eren admits and he snorts when Y/n playfully gasps, sounding offended. She’s not really offended though, cause when Eren glances at her she’s staring at the mirror between her thighs as she parts her hair.
“I don’t really think astrology means anything,” Eren’s crumpling up the papers, rolling them in his hands so they don’t burn quickly.
“You’re very scary when you’re angry,” Y/n’s eyes are closed, she’s braiding her hair down and she has to focus really hard because her nails are long and she has to hold her fingers at a certain angle in order to tuck her hair under.
“I told you I don’t like getting angry,” Eren’s putting the weed into the papers now and he’s rolling the lips of the paper against each other as he evens out the weed.
“And that’s exactly some shit an Aries would say,” It would have been much easier if Eren would have broken the nail on her index finger, not the nails on her middle and ring finger. We’re a lucky bitch though, we’re lucky he only broke the nails, he’s lucky he didn’t completely rip our nails off or bend them back from the nail bed. He would have been single fasho.
“I feel like a war criminal or something, is being an Aries that bad?” Eren starts rolling the paper close and he’s licking the tab, sealing the weed in before he says. “I genuinely wanna know,”
“There are less redeeming qualities, but no.” Y/n finishes up her braid and she opens her eyes before she starts parting another section of her hair. “I don’t have anything against Aries, y’all just be doin’ too much sometimes.”
Eren laughs at that and some of the weed falls out of the new paper he’s trying to put it in. “I like how you’re labeling me without even knowing me,”
“I think I know enough,” Y/n closes her eyes again and Eren glances over at her before he starts sealing the weed in.
It’s quiet for a few seconds as he rolls and when he’s done he says, “I don’t doubt that.”
“I wanna get to know you more though,” Y/n finishes up her braid and she’s checking it in the mirror, running the pads of her fingers over the neat patterns.
“Whaddya wanna know?” Eren’s done rolling now, he’s torching the blunt with the pink lighter to speed up the drying process.
“Why’d you cheat on your girlfriend?” Y/n knows she should have started off light, asked him about his favorite food or his major but Y/n wants to know about the series of events that has brung them to their current situation.
Eren looks over at her, the flame in the pink lighter dying out and she’s deadass. Her eyes are closed, she’s still braiding her hair and she’s waiting. Historia was none of Y/n’s business and Eren never talked about her for a reason. Historia opened this door, though, she opened it the moment she confronted Y/n and Eren starts torching the blunt again.
“I don’t love her anymore,” Eren’s focusing on the blunt, he’s kinda burning it so he has to move the flame to a different part. “I guess my feelings died or something.”
Y/n’s expecting some complicated shit or maybe she wasn’t hearing this shit right but she opens her eyes, she stops braiding her hair and she doesn’t mean to sound hot when she says “So why didn’t you just leave her?” but she does, she sounds hot and Eren looks at her sideways.
Y/n’s hot, she’s feels herself getting more upset because Eren just said some stupid shit to her and it all could have been avoided if he had just been real from the start with her and Historia.
“Why do we have to do this? Why do we have to run around at night? Why didn’t you just decide to be single? Why didn’t you believe me? Why did we have to go through all the shit we just went through? Why you ain’t keep shit one hunnid, Eren? Why couldn’t we just be normal? Why do I have to just be a smoke buddy?-”
“-Historia’s like family, Y/n. She’s been with me from the start, I couldn’t just leave her-”
“-So what am I? What am I to you? What? Am I just some pussy? You think I’m some fucking experiment-”
“No, Y/n, fuck, baby, don’t say that-”
“-Eren you had this bitch pressing me!” Y/n’s standing now, she’s waving the wide-tooth comb in her hand. “You had this bitch pressing me because you can’t let her know what the fuck it is and what the fuck it ain’t!”
Eren’s not in the mood to argue, he doesn’t wanna argue and he regrets even saying anything. He has this bored look on his handsome face and Y/n sees sadness in his viridian eyes.
“I cheated on Historia because I wanted you, Y/n. I cheated, there, I said it, and I’m not proud but I’d do it all over again for you. I don’t wanna argue right now, is that all you wanted to know?” Eren shuts the door and we know he means it, he’s done arguing but we don't care. It’s her feelings they’re talking about, it’s Y/n they were talking about!
“We’re gonna argue baby, we’re gonna argue right now because what I'm not understanding is,” Y/n looks crazy, half of her hair is braided down and the other half is still damp. “The fact that you could have just broke up with the bitch and then proceed to fuck with me, but you didn’t and now I’m your side bitch- wait no, your smoke buddy. Help me understand because the math isn’t mathing, I used to cut math class but I think I know how to put two and two the fuck together.”
“Y/n-”
“-No! Shut up, I’m finna read yo ass-”
“-Who the fuck are you talking to?-” Eren’s standing now, the lighter and the blunt on the floor by his feet.
“-I’m talkin’ to you, nigga-” Y/n’s shifting side to side, she doesn’t know what Eren’s doing.
“-You’re not talkin’ to me,-” He’s coming closer and Y/n starts backing up.
“-I’m talking! to you! Nigga!-” Y/n’s jabbing her fingers at Eren’s chest, shoving him back from her.
“-You’re not fucking talking to me,” Eren snatches Y/n up and her pussy gets hot all of a sudden. Eren’s in her face, he’s gripping her waist and Y/n doesn’t know why her pussy’s getting hot again, can it do that?
“Why don’t you listen?” He’s shaking her and Y/n’s like a ragdoll in his hands.” Do you like making me angry, Y/n?” Eren brings his hands up to her face and Y/n’s lips push together when he cups her face. “What the fuck did I say after I wasted a five-year friendship because you don’t fucking listen? Huh? What the fuck did I say? Or are you too fucking busy acting like a fucking chickenhead you haven’t realized I destroyed my whole world for you today?”
Y/n twists her face away from Eren and she lets out a loud “Hmpfh!” as she turns away, crossing her arms. “You should have broken up with her from the start, you shouldn’t have put me through this.”
“Cut it out,” Eren grabs her shoulder and he spins her around. “Stop acting like you’re innocent in all of this.-”
“-I am innocent!-”
‘-You’re a homewrecker.” Eren spells it out for her and he’s deadass too, there’s no twinkle in his eyes, there’s no curl to his lip, there’s nothing on his face to alleviate Y/n’s guilt. “Why didn’t you refuse me? You knew I was Historia’s boyfriend and you still fucked me. You’re still fucking with me, so stop acting like you’re not in the wrong right along with me,”
Y/n has nothing to say to that, but her pretty face is twisted up into something like malice for Eren. She’s looking at him like he’s a bitch on the street and Y/n’s wrangling her thoughts as they have a dirty staring contest.
“You knew you were Historia’s boyfriend!” She explodes. She’s pointing her long red claw in his face and she’s reading his ass. “Fuck is you talm bout I knew? I knew you was tryna fuck! So we fucked! You was on my case, nigga! Now ya bitch mad at me cause you don’t wanna go home to her? Boy, you got me fucked up.”
“Do you want me to leave?” Eren’s done arguing. “Because I can leave and I can go back to Historia. What’s the word?”
It’s like a slap to the face and Y/n’s anger rattles her head, her chest, her eyes, this nigga was trying her just like his little bobble-headed bitch. “Then go!”
Eren nods and Y/n’s tummy turns sour when she realizes what she’s just done. Y/n feels like the world is spiraling, she feels sick, she feels nauseous as Eren gets his things. He doesn’t look at her as he leaves, he walks right past her, and Y/n’s hands start trembling.
The week they were apart felt like torture. He’s going back to Historia. Is he really going back to Historia? Y/n hears the door slam and she’s scrambling for her bonnet. Eren was not about to embarrass her like this. He was not about to go back to this bitch, Historia, after all they’ve just been through. ‘Fuck! Why’d you fumble the bag like that?’ Y/n’s scolding herself, she’s pulling on some random pum pum shorts, jumping to get them over her thighs and up her ass. ‘He was gonna break up with her, why you ain’t shut up girl?’
Y/n’s t-shirt is on backwards and her charm decorated pink crocs are in sports mode as she rushes out of the door. She hears the elevator dinging but when she rounds the corner the doors are closing so she takes the stairs.
He’s pushing the double doors to go outside when Y/n grabs him by the handle on his bookbag and she’s pulling him away from the doors. She yanks Eren’s bookbag clean off when she tries to spin him around. Eren turns around and he’s not pleased, he’s not anything as he addresses her.
“Can I help you?”
“You’re really going back to her?” Y/n’s grabbing at the front of his black tech, she’s pulling at the strings cause Eren’s backing up. “You’re really going back to that bitch?”
“It’s what you wanted, right?” Eren’s trying to push Y/n away but she’s stuck to him like glue, she’s not letting go.
“I don’t want you to go,” Y/n’s making a scene in front of the two security guards at the front desk but she doesn’t care. “Don’t go, Eren.” She hugs him, she buries her face in his chest and she’s holding him tight. “Don’t go,” Her words are muffled and she’s squeezing him.
She hurt him, her words cut like a knife and Eren hates himself for realizing she’s right. He should’ve just broken up with Historia from the start. “I shouldn’t have put you through that. You were right.” Y/n’s heart is pounding against her ribcage, the mere tone of Eren’s voice suggests that he's not going to stay. “I’m sorry,”
Y/n hates herself for the way she let him disrespect her, she hates herself for still wanting him and she doesn’t let go. “I don’t care!” She feels pathetic, she feels inferior to Historia. “Don’t leave me for her again, you said you wouldn’t, you- you promised!”
Eren’s face softens and he stops pushing her away, he stops fighting her. Her bonnet smells like coconut oil, it’s a pleasant scent he registers as Y/n’s as he wraps his arms around her. “I promised,”
“You promised,” Y/n’s on her tippy toes, she’s trying to get as close as possible.
“I promised,” Eren’s squeezing her, he’s kissing her bonnet and Y/n feels faint. Her head feels so light but Eren’s got her. Of course, he’s got her.
They’re naked again, wrapped up in each other on the loveseat. Her legs are one with his own and Y/n’s ashing the blunt on the ashtray sitting on the chair arm above Eren’s head. Eren’s rubbing her ass, he’s rubbing her lower back and he’s patient as Y/n puts the blunt to his soft pink lips.
Eren pulls and Y/n’s encouraging him to take more, she’s nodding her head and she has this encouraging smile on her pretty face. The blunt stops burning when Eren pauses to let some smoke out before he starts pulling again.
“Keep going,” Y/n’s holding the blunt still so none of the ash falls on him and it’s burning red as he pulls. Eren’s serious, she can’t out smoke him, she could never. He makes a sharp sound when he’s done pulling and Y/n takes it away from his lips.
She moves in for a kiss and Eren kisses her, he exhales all the smoke into her mouth and Y/n breathes it in. She’s swallowing, she doesn’t know why she’s swallowing but she’s swallowing when she pulls away and Eren starts cackling. Y/n’s smoked the fuck out, her eyes are red and low and she looks like she’s struggling to breathe the smoke down.
“Shut upp,” Y/n starts coughing and Eren’s howling. He doesn’t even know what he’s laughing at, maybe he’s laughing at the way her face crinkles up or maybe he’s laughing at the way she’s crushing his boner, but Eren’s laughing. They finished Eren’s eighth eight blunts ago and they’re smoking on Y/n’s stash while they wait for the Budman to come through.
Y/n’s not tapping out, she ignores Eren’s shaking under her as she takes another pull. Her lungs reach capacity and she lets some smoke out of her nose so she can keep pulling. It’s burning her throat, it’s making her chest hot and Y/n’s so high, she doesn’t think she’s gotten this high before. She can’t feel her legs, she doesn’t even know where they are.
Eren quiets down, but his lips have this lazy to curl to them and the way he’s looking up at her makes her face hot. “What are you staring at?” The smoke comes out of Y/n’s mouth as she puts the blunt to his lips.
“You look like a mushroom head,” Eren doesn’t take his eyes off of her as he pulls and Y/n’s too smacked to get an attitude, so she says,
“Deadass?”
“Deadass,” Eren answers when he’s done pulling and he does it breathlessly so he doesn’t let out any smoke. He snaps his fingers and Y/n knows what he wants. He’s holding it for her and Y/n licks her lips before she gently presses them to his own.
Eren slides his tongue into her mouth before Y/n can inhale and the smoke flows up into the air above them as she kisses back. She has cottonmouth, it’s hard to kiss back and he knows she’s gone. Eren’s mouth is wet though and his eyes are closed, he’s content as he swirls his tongue around her own. Y/n’s holding the blunt, she’s trying to not let it ash as Eren tongues her. She’s enjoying it, even though her mouth is dry. Eren’s making it wet and he's massaging her ass with one hand. Eren breaks the kiss to tell her a soft, “Stick your tongue out,”
Y/n sticks her tongue out and he’s so nasty, that boy is so nasty when he starts sucking on her tongue. Eren’s gripping her soft ass and he’s got her tongue between his lips, he’s getting it all wet for her. Y/n’s body is receptive, she’s smacked and she feels every little thing. She feels the way his fingernails press into her ass, she feels his hard dick pressing against her tummy, she feels her breasts flat on his chest and she feels her mouth getting wet.
Eren’s making her mouth drool, she doesn’t know if it’s her drool but she’s drooling and her tongue’s been out of her mouth for a minute. Y/n pulls her tongue out of Eren’s mouth and he takes his hand off of her ass. It’s trailing up her back and he’s got his hand on her bonnet as he pulls her into another kiss.
The blunt ashes and Y/n’s too busy licking at Eren’s tongue. He’s not moving it in her mouth and his hand is still at the back of her head, holding her mouth to his own. Y/n starts sucking and Eren goes back to rubbing her ass and he’s wiggling his tongue now. He’s making it hard for her to suck but Y/n doesn’t stop trying. She notices he likes it when she runs the tip of her tongue over the tip of his tongue because he squeezes her ass every time she does it.
Y/n licks her tongue at the underside of Eren’s tongue and she curls her tongue into her mouth before flicking it back into Eren’s mouth and he licks the underside of her tongue before she can drag it over the top of his tongue. Y/n pulls back and she opens her eyes the same time Eren opens his eyes and he licks his lips, he’s gazing up at her with those green eyes and Y/n really feels his boner pressing her tummy.
“Spit in my mouth,” Eren’s gentle with her, he’s cupping her ass cheek and he’s stroking her flesh with his thumb. Y/n’s face looks so relaxed, her pretty eyes are low and her big lips are wet and parted.
Y/n closes her lips and she closes her eyes and Eren snickers at the way she makes up her face as she focuses on trying to get her mouth wet again. Y/n opens one eye as if to ask what the fuck was funny and Eren’s grinning up at her. Her bonnet looks like a mushroom, it’s big, pink, fluffy, and frilly around her head and she’s wearing a light pink headscarf that compliments her warm brown face. He likes it, he likes it so much he reaches up with his other hand to toy the frills with his finger. Y/n’s still sucking her cheeks in, she’s still trying to gather as much spit as she can.
“Hurry up,” Eren takes the blunt from her fingertips and he pulls it, eyes on her and the smoke comes out of his nose in a thick white fog before he tells her, “I’m thirsty,”
Y/n touches his lips when she’s ready, she gently grazes one of her red nails over his bottom lip and Eren opens his mouth, he longs out his tongue. What if he didn’t like the way your spit tasted? What does your spit even taste like? Y/n gives it to him, she gives it to him cause he likes the way she tastes, he likes the way her pussy tastes, Eren likes the way her ass tastes.
She tries to do it like him. She slowly lets it all onto his tongue and Eren’s so nasty, he doesn’t break eye contact as it runs down his tongue and into his mouth. Y/n has her hand on his face, her fingers spread on his cheek, and her thumb on his chin and she lets her tongue out of her mouth as the last of it falls onto Eren’s tongue. Y/n licks his tongue when she’s done and Eren swallows. He licks his lips after he swallows and Y/n kisses him. There are no lips when she starts the kiss, she just licks her tongue into his mouth and he opens to receive her, he gives her his tongue.
He likes it sloppy, Y/n knows he likes his kisses sloppy so she makes it dirty. She gently applies pressure to his chin to keep his mouth open and she licks his mouth all over inside. She’s not even trying to kiss him, Eren doesn’t know what to do with his tongue cause Y/n’s licking his cheeks, his gums, his teeth, and his dick hurts. It’s aching under her and the pressure she’s putting on his dick feels good, it feels delicious and he’s content. His eyes are closed, he doesn’t need Y/n’s help keeping his mouth open cause he does it for her and she’s never kissed him like this before. She’s never kissed him all nasty like this, she’s never laid her tongue flat over his own and wiggled it all over his tongue.
Y/n feels tingly when she pulls back and Eren doesn’t open his eyes when he sighs, “Again,” his lips are flushed. “Spit in my mouth again.”
Y/n wishes there was a prettier word for ‘spit,’ cause when he says it she imagines herself hawking and spitting in his mouth and she’s only thinking these things cause she’s smacked. Eren’s patiently waiting and Y/n gets to work on making her mouth wet again. It’s easier this time and when she gives it to him she presses her lips over his own. Eren softly moans in the back of his throat as it falls into his mouth and Y/n doesn’t let him swallow. She dips her tongue into his mouth and it’s so warm, it doesn’t taste like anything. Eren swallows it, he lets it slide down his throat and into his belly before he catches Y/n, he moves his head a little bit to kiss her and she kisses back. Somewhere in all of the tongue kissing it gets neat, it turns into smooches, then pecks and now they’re just grazing their lips against each others.
Eren’s nose is poking her own, but it’s not an uncomfortable fit for either of them, he doesn’t have to tilt his head when he kisses her like how he has to when he kisses Historia. Y/n pecks her lips against his own one last time before she takes the blunt from his fingertips. It’s not lit, so she has to wiggle a bit to get the lighter and Eren hums a, “Mmm,” as he puts his hands on her waist to keep her still.
“Don’t do that,” He’s holding her and Y/n doesn’t move, but the lighter is right there at her nail tips.
“Just a little bit more,” As soon as she says it Eren grips her hips tight. “You’re making me wanna fuck you,”
“You always wanna fuck me,” Y/n can’t stop the little smile dancing on her lips and she starts moving her body up and down on his own. Eren’s grip melts away from her hips and he groans, his breath hot on her neck.
“Yeah,” Eren puts his hands on her ass and he sounds really distressed when he says, “But I’m really trying not to right now.”
Y/n’s not even trying to reach for the lighter anymore. She could grab it anytime she wanted to but rubbing her body on Eren’s body felt nice. Getting him all hot and bothered felt nice. He lets her for a little bit, he lets her rub her tummy and front up and down the length of his dick and Y/n almost thinks he’s encouraging her. His fingers slightly press into her ass whenever she moves her body down as if he wants her to move up and she does. Her tummy’s getting a little wet and Y/n knows he likes it.
“You’re not gonna have a vagina if you keep doing that,” Eren’s mutter gets mixed up in Y/n’s giggles as she works her body harder against him.
“Shut up nigga,” Y/n reaches for the lighter and she fixes herself straight, she puts her breast on his chest and she’s sparking the blunt dangerously close to Eren’s baby hairs. “You’re not talkin to me when you’re wetting my tummy like a bitch,”
“Yo,” Eren slaps one of Y/n’s ass cheeks and the flame in the lighter dies out. “Who are you talkin to like that?” It’s not a scolding, it comes out with a laugh and Eren likes it. He likes when she gets staticky and he’s massaging her ass cheek.
“What do you want from me?” Y/n likes how he’s always touching her, she likes how he’s always looking at her and it makes her feel special, he’s always so interested in her. “A child? Is that what you want? A son?”
Eren laughs at that and he’s squeezing her ass cheek when he says, “Not right now,”
Y/n likes this and she goes along with it. “When?” She starts lighting the blunt again, sparking Eren’s pink lighter.
“After I break up with Historia,”
Y/n looks up from lighting the blunt and her mouth feels dry when she sees he’s serious. He’s not rubbing her ass anymore, but he’s looking into her, and Y/n’s gotta let him know what time it is.
“You like my body, right?”
“Yes…?”
“Let’s keep it that way.” Y/n lights the blunt and she takes a pull. “I’ll have a graveyard pussy before I let them lil’ snot-nosed kids bend me outta shape.”
No nigga was about to baby mama you. You weren’t even sure about the whole thing. He breaks up with Historia and then what? He breaks up with you for the next bitch when you ain’t doing it for him anymore? Y/n tries to push those thoughts away, but no nigga was about to baby mama us. No thank you.
“You’re still on birth control?” Eren’s rubbing her again, he’s watching the smoke float up from her nose after she takes another pull.
“Of course,” Y/n emphasizes the last word and Eren moves his hand from her ass to the small of her back and he’s stroking her skin when he says, “Stop taking it.”
“Are you dumb?” Y/n brushes Eren off and she offers him the blunt. “Hea, smoke.”
Eren takes the blunt from her and he takes a long pull. He’s watching Y/n, he’s watching Y/n’s pretty face as he pulls and when he’s ready to speak he stops pulling. He lets the smoke out of his mouth a little bit then he sucks it in and exhales it through his nose.
“I wanna put a baby inside of you,”
Y/n laughs and she’s too smacked to take him seriously. Eren spreads his fingers out on her skin, he pulls her against him a little bit and Y/n goes quiet because his fingers are pressing into her skin. She knows he’s serious.
“I just wanna get you pregnant.” Eren’s green eyes are red and low and he takes another pull. “I don’t want a baby.” There is smoke coming out of his mouth when he makes himself clear.
It takes her a second to understand what he means, he doesn’t wanna baby mama her. Y/n’s eyes flit away and her face is hot when she admits, “I’ve never been pregnant before.”
“You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” Eren’s rubbing her again and he takes another pull. Y/n feels him brushing his fingers over her skin and smoke comes out of his mouth when he tells her, “C’mere.”
It’s sunny outside when Y/n wakes up. Waking up from a weed coma felt like the most exhausting thing she’s done in her life, and she’s been doing it for a minute now. Y/n’s body feels heavy as she peels herself off of Eren and he’s still sleeping. His head is turned sideways, nestled in one of her fuzzy pink throw pillows. One of his arms is hanging off of the loveseat and Y/n puts the other one across his tummy after she takes it off of her ass. She’s sitting between his legs and she’s holding her hand up, gently groaning as she shies away from the sunlight.
Eren moves, turning his head the other way and he pulls his arm up, throwing it over his face and Y/n pauses when his dick jumps against his tummy. Her dorm room is quiet and sunny, she’s holding her breath when his dick jumps again. He’s swollen, his tip is flushed and wet and Y/n notices the sticky mess on her tummy.
Eren mumbles something in his sleep, it’s incoherent, barely forming as his lips move. He goes quiet after that and he looks so fine like that. His face looks angelic, frozen in time in his slumber and Y/n’s touching him. She’s gently ghosting her hand up his tan thigh and she likes the way he keeps his pubic hair. She likes how it’s closely trimmed, she likes the way his happy trail runs up to his belly button.
Y/n loves his big dick. It’s fat, it’s tall and it’s leaking and Y/n wants to taste him. She’s careful as she comes in closer and Y/n shyly flicks her tongue out to steal some of his cum. He’s yummy, he lights up her taste buds. Y/n presses her tongue flat and she drags it over his tip the next time she licks him. Eren doesn’t wake up when she checks on him, so she licks him again and he tastes so good. Y/n takes her time getting her mouth wet and she gently takes hold of his dick, guiding it off of his tummy to her lips.
She’s never gotten to suck his dick before, there never seemed to be anytime for that when they were fucking but they’ve got time now. Eren doesn’t like getting his dick sucked. Y/n would have known that if he was awake to tell her, but he’s not. He’s sleeping and Y/n licks her lips before she swallows his dick whole. He fills her mouth up and Y/n’s lips are stretching around his dick as she takes him in. He’s in her throat and Eren’s brow is tense, he looks like he’s trying to focus on something when he moves his arm from over his face.
Y/n pulls back and she sighs a small, “Fuck,” before she licks her lips. He tastes amazing. Why didn’t he ever let her suck his dick before? Y/n gently squeezes the base of his dick as she opens her mouth and swallows him again. Her pussy feels hot between her legs and she’s got her ass in the air, eyes on Eren as she throats him
Y/n’s still squeezing the base of his dick when she starts sucking and Eren lets out a whimper and his arm falls off of the loveseat again. Y/n feels her pussy getting wet and she starts shaking her ass as she goes to town on his dick. She’s tightening her lips as she sucks him up and she relaxes them when she takes him in. Y/n’s moving her hips, she’s popping her pussy open because she likes the way the cold air makes her clit tingle.
Y/n finds herself worshipping his dick, she’s cupping it with both hands as she licks up the side of his dick again and again and Eren’s twitching in her hands. She’s settling sloppy with it, her eyes are closed and she’s lapping his balls up, kissing his tip and she’s in heaven. Her pussy’s thumping now and she doesn’t feel sore anymore. Eren’s dick is all shiny, she polished all the cum off and she’s still licking, she still wants to get her baby all cleaned up. Y/n feels like a slut, she’s so down bad for Eren’s dick and she forgets to check on him before she swallows him again.
Y/n gives him her throat, she’s holding her lips open she strokes him and Y/n’s massaging his lower tummy, her thumbs are stroking a loving rhythm in his skin. Eren’s face is all made up the next time she checks on him but he’s still sleeping and his dick is still throbbing in her mouth. Y/n moans around his dick and the vibrations hit Eren, pulling a groan from his lips. Her pussy lights up and Y/n realizes she’s leaking. Y/n feels her pussy juices warm in the crooks of her thighs and she moans again, loving the way his eyebrows draw together when he groans for her again.
Y/n takes her mouth off of his dick and she’s leering up into Eren’s sleeping face, she’s licking her lips and she’s thinking about all the ways she could slut him out right now. His dick is twitching against his tummy and Eren looks at peace again. His face is calm but he’s breathing hard, his tummy is heaving and Y/n’s purring as she plants a loving kiss on his balls. It turns into a lick, a slow broad lick that doesn’t end until she’s at his tip and Eren stirs a little but his eyes don’t open.
Y/n sits back and her hand is between her legs, she’s rubbing her pussy as she stares down at him. She’s soaked and Y/n’s rubbing in her clit in circles, she’s daydreaming about the way Eren fucked her out last night and her pussy wants him again. Her pussy wants her daddy. Y/n squeezes her breast and she’s playing with her nipple, she’s rolling it between her fingers and her pussy’s dripping onto the loveseat. Y/n keeps rubbing her pussy out, she keeps playing with her titties and she’s getting herself all worked up while she watches him sleep.
Y/n’s quiet as she toys herself and she’s biting her lip, she doesn’t wanna wake him up cause it’s hot, it’s fun and Y/n decides she’ll sit on his dick. Y/n’s careful as she turns around and she takes great care not to touch him as she gets on top. She likes having full control over Eren, she likes the way he doesn’t react when she takes hold of his dick, she likes the way he stays still as she sits on it and she likes the way he obediently stretches her wet pussy hole out.
Y/n gets comfortable on his dick, she’s breathing hard as she enjoys the way Eren’s dick feels in her tummy and she can’t see his face right now, god, Y/n wishes she could. Eren always made the most beautiful expressions whenever we put the pussy on him. She’s on her feet and her hands are flat on the loveseat between Eren’s legs when she starts bouncing on his dick. She starts off slow, trying to balance on his length without sitting in his lap completely and the more she bounces the wetter her pussy gets and Y/n really doesn’t want Eren to wake up, this felt too good, he felt too good.
She’s biting back her moans, her eyes are closed in concentration and she’s trying really hard to not sit on him. She’s on her tippy toes and her ass feels heavy, her pussy feels hot and heavy and Y/n wants to moan, she wants to moan so bad she’s whimpering. She’s whimpering as she puts the pussy on a sleeping Eren and he’s taking it so well. Eren’s toes are curling up when she opens her eyes and she can’t hold her moans in anymore, she gives them to him, soft and sweet, every time he stabs in her soft spot.
“Oh my god baby, this dick feels soo good,” Y/n’s voice comes out as a murmur, a whisper because she’s trying not to disturb his sleep. His thighs look delicious, they look strong and Y/n doesn’t know what type of weights he’s been lifting but she’s worshipping his thighs, she’s spreading her fingers flat to feel them as she works her pussy on his dick. Eren’s thighs feel firm but they’ve got some fat on them and Y/n’s sucking in a sharp breath, sinking down onto his dick and into his lap when she squeezes his thighs.
He has hairs on his legs and Y/n likes how all his hairs are brown, this beautiful rich brown and they compliment his tan skin so well. She has to stop and she’s balancing on the tip of his dick when Eren moves under her. His hips buck up and he’s pressing up into her. Y/n turns her head a bit to get a peek at him and his eyes are still closed. His dark lashes are touching his cheeks and his pretty lips are sneering, the conner of his tan upper lip is slightly raised and he’s so fucking fine.
He’d be calling her a nasty bitch right now, she knows it, and her pussy’s hot as she slowly sinks into Eren’s lap again. Y/n’s cooing, she’s moaning a soft, “Mhm,” as he opens her pussy up and she lets out a hot breath when he’s pressing into her womb. His tummy, his hips, his thighs feel soft, warm under her and Y/n sits on his dick for a bit more. Eren starts moving again, pulling a breathy, “Fuckkk,” from Y/n’s lips. He’s rocking up into her pussy, his hips are slowly moving up and down and he’s digging her pussy out and he still doesn’t wake up.
Y/n starts riding again, she drags her pussy up his dick and she only goes down halfway when she sits, she’s trying to be so careful but it feels so much better when she sits on his dick all the way. His toes are curling and uncurling and Y/n’s never noticed how long his toes actually are. So Y/n slows down her strokes so she can sit on him all the way and it feels soo much better, he’s hitting all the right places and he’s being so nice about it.
Y/n feels her pussy gripping him and her hole’s burning, it’s on fire, fighting for purchase on his dick as she drags herself to his tip again. Y/n sits on his dick again and it’s up for her when digs in her womb. Her body feels really hot, her tummy’s fluttering, her pussy’s fluttering and her breasts feel heavy on her chest and her nipples are poking out, they’re aching. How dare Historia try to keep some good dick like this locked up? She could have just shared, all Historia had to do was be nice and share, Y/n didn’t mean to take the nigga from her it just happened and now it’s too late for that, it’s too late for sharing.
Y/n’s strokes start getting sloppy, she’s flinging her pussy down onto him and her ass is clapping on him, her pussy’s making such an intoxicating sound around his dick. She’s becoming undone. Her thighs are working, she’s balancing on her tippy toes and she’s fucking Eren up something nasty. He’s moving his hips and he’s breathing hard under her and this was Y/n’s dick now. It’s like a strike of lighting every time Eren digs her out and it completely fries her pussy, it fries her clit and before she can recover she flings her pussy on him again and he’s so obedient, he sends lighting into her pussy, again and again, and again.
Y/n’s body is on autopilot, she’s getting wild on that dick, she’s in her head daydreaming about all the times Eren’s fucked her all nasty. She’s enjoying the fuck outta his dick and she’s slamming her ass down on Eren and he’s stretching her little pussy open, he’s digging her little pussy out. He’s in her belly, he’s making her pussy cream already and Y/n knows she’s stealing his dick. Eren never gave her permission, he never said yes but he loves your body, he would’ve said yes regardless.
Eren feels hot, like really hot. He’s struggling to breathe, it’s hard to breathe and his face is all made up again. There’s sweat on his brow and he sucks in a deep breath when he wakes up. He doesn’t know what’s going on, the first thing he sees is Y/n’s creamy pussy hole stretching around the base of his dick and he doesn’t know what to do with his hands when she starts dragging her pussy up his dick.
Her ass looks big and soft, her asshole is covered with cream and her pussy’s so tight she knocks the breath out of Eren when she slams down on him again. She does it to him again, she drags her sweet pussy up his dick, and Eren shudders when she puts her pussy on him again. Her pussy wasn’t this strong last night, it didn’t suck him up like this last night and Eren’s already been bested. How was he gonna fuck back? How could he, with Y/n on top of him slutting him out like this?
This was a good way to wake up, this was a great way to wake up and Eren lets her know he’s awake. He claps her ass with both of his hands and then he grabs her shaking flesh, he’s encouraging her, he’s pushing her ass up and pulling it down and he’s letting her take all the dick she wants from him.
“Good morning, babyyy,” Y/n’s cooing, she keeps giving him her pussy, she keeps bouncing and Eren’s gripping her ass, he’s pushing her ass cheeks up so he can see all of the action.
“Mm, good morning, good morning,” Her pussy’s so fat, it’s so creamy, going up and down his dick like that and she’s riding his dick so steady, she’s handling his dick as if it doesn’t phase her and she’s such a-
“-Sexy little bitch, oh my goddd,” Eren’s voice is deep, raspy with sleep and he’s feeling feelings, “Jesus Christ,” His groan is so low, it’s so sexy and Y/n’s pussy starts drooling for her daddy. Eren starts squeezing her ass cheeks but he’s still pushing them up and Y/n’s still bouncing, her pussy’s still creaming. “Fuck me just like that, baby, justtt like thattt,”
“Just like this?” Y/n clenches up her pussy as she drags it up his dick and Eren feels fire searing his spine. Y/n unclenches her pussy when she sits in his lap and her warmth swallows his dick whole. Her pussy greedily squelches around the base of his dick and Eren’s hopeless.
“Ooh fuck, damn, girl,” Eren’s wrinkling his nose, his mouth is open, his upper lip is sneering and his eyes are shut tight. Y/n would have sold all of her wigs to see that expression and Eren feels like he’s gonna bust. How long had she been fucking him like this? How did she even get on top without him waking up? He’s rubbing the top of Y/n’s ass now and her cheeks are moving, they’re clapping and rippling every time she claps against him. “Just like that, don’t stop, fuck me like that, fuck me,”
“I’mma fuck you,” Y/n’s enjoying herself, she’s working her hips, she popping her pussy open every time she flings it down on Eren. “I’mma really really fuck you,” The curve in Y/n’s back looks delicious, her brown body is coated in a thin sheen of sweat as she moves.
“Oh, fuckkk, Y/n, baby,” It’s desperate, something like a cross between a sigh and a moan falling from his lips. Her pussy cream is on his crotch, it’s drenching his pubic hairs and Eren starts rubbing her everywhere, anywhere he can, her thighs, her ass, her back and he’s pressing up into her sweet pussy. “Fick mich (Fuck me), fick mich (fuck me,), fuckkk, fuck me,”
“Ohh, I’ma fuck you,” Y/n’s knees are aching, they’re burning but she keeps going. Eren’s dick felt too good to just stop and her tummy’s all tight. “Stay right there baby, take this pussy, take your pussy,” She’s putting that pussy on him so well, she knows what she’s doing. Her pussy’s squelching loudly around his dick cause she’s throwing it now.
“Wet that dick uppp, bitch,” Eren’s a mess, he’s huffing and his face feels really hot, his cheeks are flushed and his ears are red and his hands are on her ass again, his fingers are digging into Y/n’s soft brown flesh. “Wet, ah fuck, wet that dick up,” He can’t peel his eyes away from her pretty black pussy, it’s all he sees, all he feels and fuck, she’s so bad, Y/n’s so fuckin baddd.
She’s planting her feet flat on the loveseat and she’s throwing that ass up and down his dick. Her pussy’s stroking him, sucking him up over and over again and Eren’s dick is twitching and throbbing inside of her. The wet friction feels so overwhelming, she’s got fire pooling in Eren’s tummy, she’s got his balls churning and he doesn’t wanna cum. God, Eren wants to keep enjoying her pussy.
“You gonna cum for me?” Y/n feels him gripping her and he’s gripping real tight, it’s as if he’s trying to slow down her bouncing. “Cum for me,” She gets on her tippy toes again, she starts popping her pussy and dropping it in his lap again and Eren’s legs are stiff, he can’t feel his toes. “Cum for me, fill my pussy up Eren, fill me uppp,”
“Ich will nicht, Ich will nicht (I don’t want to, I don’t want to)” Eren’s groaning, he’s gripping her ass cheeks so tight he’s pulling them apart and fuck, Eren doesn’t wanna go out like this, he can’t go out like this. He’s pathetic, bucking, grinding up inside of her. “Not yet, slow down, hah, s-slow down, Y/n.”
“No,” Y/n’s fucking him. “Oh no nigga, take it, take this pussy,” Y/n’s really really fucking him. “This ya pussy, right?” It’s breathy, filthy in Eren’s ears and he’s making strangled noises in the back of his throat. Eren’s driving her crazy too, he’s fucking her too and he’s in her pussy, stabbing her soft spot out, and Y/n’s drooling, panting as she makes her ass jump, and Jesus, we can’t get enough of that dick. Her nipples are tingling and her clit’s throbbing and Y/n wants him in her belly when she grinds down on him, hard, and she’s hissing as she whines her waist to feel his every inch.
“My pussy, my, hah, my,” Eren’s rolling his head side to side on the pink throw pillow, he’s seeing stars. “My, puss, puss, miene (my)... miene (my), oh fuck, Y/nnn,”
Y/n doesn’t stop whining her waist, she’s moving her hips in circles, and Eren’s killing her. He’s making her belly bottom burn, he’s making her toes curl up but Y/n’s a champion. She’s taking his inches and Eren doesn’t know if she’s taken his eyesight too or if his vision was fading but everything’s dark when he cums. He lets out a loud, “Fuckkk, babyyy,”, too and Y/n’s purring, she’s taking her time on his dick. His cum feels hot inside of her, shooting against her womb and Y/n keeps grinding and Eren’s sputtering, he’s saying something about, “No, bitte (please), wait, get up, wait, bitte (please),”
Eren’s digging deep in Y/n’s creamy pussy. All of the nerves in his body are jumpy, his dick is pulsating inside of her and she’s still working for her nut. She’s still grinding on him when he regains his eyesight, she’s moaning small, “Mhm,”’s and Eren knows his baby girl is close. Her pussy’s all clenched up, it’s squishing and she’s grinding back and forth, she’s working real hard for her nut.
His cum is leaking out of her, with every whine of her waist it spills out and Y/n’s toes are still all curled up when she cums. It’s loud and wet, drenching the loveseat and she doesn’t stop grinding as she rides out her orgasm, she doesn’t stop whining her waist and she doesn’t stop squirting on his tall dick. Eren’s holding her hips, he’s gently massaging her soft flesh as she makes her puddle and fuck, baby girl has that moose knuckle pussy cause it sounds like she’s pissing, fast and hot.
Y/n sighs a cute, “Ohh,” when she’s done. Her head falls forward and she’s breathing hard. Eren reluctantly lets her go when she gets off of him and his dick slides out of her and flops against his tummy. He’s still hard but he feels numb and he knows it’ll go away shortly. Y/n’s patting her bonnet and she uses one of her long red nails to itch a little bit as she looks around for her phone.
“No cuddles?” Eren’s getting up and he’s slow about it, peeling his body off of the loveseat into a standing position. “You’re just gonna slut me out and walk away like everything’s okay?”
“Everything is okay, though.” Y/n finds her phone and it’s two in the afternoon. “You came, I came. I’m happy, aren’t you?”
“Yeah,” Eren’s looking for his towel, the towel Y/n gave him last night. “Doesn’t mean I can’t feel like a thot right now,”
He’s naked, he’s all wet and he’s completely flushed when Y/n glances up at him. She can’t look away and Eren lets his hair down so she can’t see his red ears. Her pretty big lips slightly turn up and she’s smirking at him, her pretty brown eyes rolling him up and down and she’s taking him in and she’s proud as fuck, too.
“I ain’t say I was gonna really really fuck you?”
“I wish my dick wasn’t numb right now,” Eren finds his towel. It’s a black towel and for some reason, he’s thankful it wasn’t pink. The color was intoxicating sometimes but Eren liked her aesthetic, she made the color look pretty. “But it is, so I’m going to have to permit your bullshit.”
“You gon’ have to permit it, red stoplight head ass, you got fucked!” Y/n sticks her tongue out at Eren and blows him a raspberry before jumping to shift her stance. Eren likes the way her breasts bounce on her chest and she’s pointing at him now and she has this challenging look on her pretty face. “Fair and square.”
Eren chuckles as he shakes his head and he runs his hand through his hair and his ears aren’t bright red anymore but they’re still kinda red. “I was sleeping,”
“You was fucking back tho,” Y/n slinks her way over to him and Eren’s hands automatically go to her waist when she puts her arms around his shoulders. Y/n kisses his cheek and Eren turns his head, grazing his lips on her own and she kisses him there too. “I mean, you tried.”
Eren laughs at that and he kisses her again. “Really?” His thumbs are stroking her sides and he’s not so embarrassed anymore. He’s still kinda embarrassed though. She had him speaking German, the pussy was that good.
“Yeah,” Y/n presses her forehead against his own and when Eren looks into her time comes to a stop.
“Let’s do it again,” His voice is soft, it’s a whisper and it’s only meant for Y/n’s ears. “Whoever wakes up first,”
“Fa-fucking-sho,” Y/n’s grinning and Eren kisses her. It’s sweet, he’s pressing his lips against her own, and Y/n’s kissing back. They both have morning breath, so nobody makes a move to tongue kiss and it’s over in a few seconds. There’s a loud ding, signaling somebody had received a message. Y/n turns her head, looking to see if it’s her phone on the bed but it’s not. It’s probably Eren’s phone.
“I’m gonna go shower, you coming?” Y/n turns to walk away and Eren slaps her ass. He makes it jiggle and now he has a smirk of his own. Y/n tries to give him a scolding look but her lips melt into a smile and she tries to fight it cause Eren’s smirking even wider now.
“What are you doing today?” Eren’s never asked her that before. It’s a suggestion, a question that Y/n knows all too well and she pauses. Her pretty brown eyes flick Eren up and down and he looks as if he only wants one answer. Y/n takes her time putting the charm on.
She takes a step towards him, one foot in front of the other and she’s so pretty with one of her arms behind her back, she’s so pretty when she looks up at him like that. “I’m getting my nails done,”
“Let me pay for them,” Eren gently touches her elbow and Y/n slowly moves her arm from behind her back and she gives him her hand. Eren’s touch is feathery as he trails his fingers over her forearm before he takes her hand. Two of her long red claws are missing, the acrylic was jagged where they had been brutally snapped off.
“Are you sure?” Y/n’s got him and she definitely wasn’t going to say no. Eren seemed like he had money, he was always paying for things when they were together and Y/n loved running up a check she didn’t have to pay for.
“I’m sure,” Eren runs his thumb over the edge of one of her broken acrylics and when he looks her in the face she’s smiling.
Y/n considers running his pockets. Maybe they were deeper than Connie’s- but she really likes Eren. So she settles for a check. “Okay. “
It takes her a little while in the bathroom and Eren’s already dressed, he’s patiently sitting on piles of towels she had put down on the loveseat. He clicks his phone on and the text from Historia is still sitting untouched in his notification center. He clicks his phone off again and he puts it in his pocket. He doesn’t wanna think about any of that right now, he just wants to focus on Y/n. It’s three o’clock now and she’s still not done.
“Y/n?” He calls her name and she answers with a sharp, “What?”
She’s aggressive sometimes and Eren likes it, he likes it because he knows he can make her submit to him. He’s tired of waiting though, she’s wasting daylight and Eren goes to the bathroom to check on her. When he sees her hot bubblegum pink inches it makes five times Eren’s seen her hair change.
“Woah,” He comes closer and Y/n spares him a glance before she focuses on curling the ends of hair again. Eren starts touching, he starts lifting her bubblegum pink strands up, he starts running his fingers through the tight curls at the ends of her strands. “I like this,”
Y/n moves her head a little bit and she pulls her pink curls from Eren’s fingers. “Thank you, don’t do that though, they’re not done setting.” She lets a new set of curls fall from her flat iron and Eren’s stepping around her, he’s glancing between her and the mirror in front of them.
“You really like pink, don’t you?” He doesn’t listen, he takes some of the straight hair she hasn’t gotten to yet between his thumb and his index fingers.
“Yeah,” Y/n lets him, she hasn’t gotten to that part yet so she lets him twirl her pink strands around his finger. “It’s just so pretty,”
“Yeah,” Eren thinks so too. “Pretty like you,”
Y/n’s face gets hot and she averts her eyes from the mirror cause that’s exactly where Eren’s looking. It’s quiet after that and Eren stays with her as she fixes her hair. He’s never seen a hot comb before and Eren’s cringing as she combs her part down with it.
“That doesn’t burn?”
“It feels warm,”
She keeps telling him to trust the process but Eren doesn’t see what’s wrong, her baby hairs look really good and she keeps going back to fix them. He understands what she means when the whole look comes together after she combs all the curls out until they’re waves and she’s so bad. She looks so bad with that wavy pink hair down to her ass.
Y/n gets cute, but not too cute and she’s filling out her ripped jean shorts. She’s not wearing a bra under her pink long sleeve tie front tank top and she pairs it with pink mule sandals and a gold anklet. Eren’s holding her hand when they leave her dorm room. He took her hand in his own hand the moment she opened her door and the dorms are busy. It’s the middle of the day and Y/n starts to get self-conscious. Was her hair looking funny or some? Did she have toilet paper stuck to the bottom of her shoe? What the fuck was there to look at?
Eren’s walking and he looks cold, his face is blank and he’s going about his business. His hand feels warm in her own and he squeezes it a little when he wants her to walk this way or walk that way and she likes the way he gently pulls at her hand to get her to walk up. She feels eyes poking at her back and she’s glancing around as they leave through the busy lobby and Y/n’s not anymore relieved when they get outside cause there are people out there too.
Y/n’s heels are clicking against the pavement as Eren leads her to his car. She swears those girls having a picnic are whispering, that or they’re stuffing their faces behind their hands. Y/n knows exactly what they’re whispering about. Should she feel ashamed? Or something? Y/n gives them a look, she sizes them up real good, and just for some spice, to let them bitches know what time it was, we roll our eyes before turning our head straight and dismissing them.
“You don’t see these muhfuckas grilling us?” It’s Y/n’s first words when Eren gets in the car. Her hand is turned so her thumb is pointing back at the window to outside and Eren’s putting the keys in the ignition when he says, “They’re not gonna spank us, so why do you care?”
He’s making sense, but he wasn’t the one probably walking around with the label of homewrecker tagged to their name.
“I don’t...” Y/n does care but maybe she was imagining things, maybe she evil-eyed those girls for nothing. “Doesn’t the staring bother you, though?”
“People usually stare when you’re attractive,” Eren’s putting the car in reverse, he’s checking his mirrors as he backs up. “I kinda like the attention, let’s me know I still got the sauce.”
“The sauce?” Y/n’s intrigued now and she doesn’t hide it, she’s looking at him like she’s amused and confused at the same time. “Whatcha know about the sauce?”
“I know that I got it,” The corner of Eren’s mouth quirks up when he glances over at her and Y/n feels butterflies in her tummy.
“Okay, okay, you got it.” She admits. She’s being dramatic, putting her hands up as she backs off and Eren laughs at that.
“I bagged you two times,” Eren’s eyes are on the road as he merges. “Of course I got it.”
“Bagged? You’re white, Eren, oh my god,” Y/n’s touching her forehead with the back of her hand now, she’s putting on a show.
“I speak all the languages,” He licks his lips when he glances over at her and Y/n feels her front light up for a second and she’s sizing his fine ass up when she hums a low,
“I bet you do,”
They get breakfast and they make it to Y/n’s nail appointment with time to spare. There are bells on the door that jingle whenever somebody goes in or out. The nail salon is black-owned and they always had Y/n looking right so that was her spot. Her favorite nail tech isn’t done with the current client so Eren and Y/n take a seat on the quilted black chairs in the waiting area and they wait.
It’s cool in the nail salon, much more pleasant than the hot summer sun outside. It’s loud in the nail salon too, people are talking, walking around and there’s this constant whirring of machinery and the smell of monomer in the air. Y/n’s sitting with her legs crossed and she’s leaning back in her seat, with one arm across her tummy as she scrolls on her phone.
Eren’s been sitting up, assessing his surroundings but he eases back in his seat. He’s being nosy and he wants to see what Y/n’s doing. She’s on Pinterest looking through pictures of acrylic nails and she doesn’t even notice Eren until he says, “That one looks pretty,”
Y/n’s all smiles when she glances over at him. “I know right?” She’s hearting it and saving it to her camera roll so she can show the nail technician. “I’m thinking this, but I want them cum colored.”
Eren raises his eyebrows at this and he repeats the part that’s confusing him. “Cum colored?”
Y/n giggles at his expression and she playfully rolls her eyes and shakes her head before she explains. “Like creamy white, but it’s transparent- you’ve never seen cum before?”
“I just never knew it was a color,” Eren glances back at the busy nail salon and they’ve only been here for twenty minutes but it feels like it’s been longer than that.
“Look at this one,” Y/n shows him another picture and he thinks she’s showing him the pink flowers in the nails because she doesn’t seem like the type to like yellow.
She is showing him the flowers, she thinks they’re cute and she hopes the nail tech will have flower charms similar to them. “I think they’d look pretty with the transparent white,”
“I can imagine that,” Eren can’t really imagine it, but he's trying and he thinks the two colors would compliment each other. Eren gets another text, his phone goes off in his pocket and he almost doesn’t wanna check until he thinks it might be Miki or Armin. It’s Historia, again. Eren swipes the notification away and takes a second before he gives Y/n his attention again.
He kisses her cheek and it’s soft and gentle, his lips make a small smooching sound in her ear and Y/n’s not expecting that. Yeah, she’s seen him show public display of affection with Historia, but it was Historia who always initiated it. Eren never initiated it, but he is now, he’s kissing her cheek again. Y/n turns her head and she gives him her lips. The kiss is short, one peck, and Eren’s not satisfied, he pecks her again and Y/n opens her mouth the next time Eren pecks her. He asks so nicely, he grazes his lips over her own, and Y/n’s eyes flutter close when he puts his tongue in her mouth.
It doesn’t last, they’re interrupted by a loud, energetic, “Hey!”
It’s her nail tech, she’s standing before them with a lavender apron on and she has goggles sticking out of her big purple afro. “Ain’t no time for mackin’ girl, look at those broken nails! Come on and let me get you right, Y/n baby,”
Eren lets Y/n go and it’s only because he likes the way her ass sits in those jean shorts. Flesh isn’t supposed to move in denim, but Y/n’s ass was moving and Eren has to sit up to hide his growing boner. His phone dings again and Eren loses sight of Y/n cause the purple-haired nail tech takes her all the way to the back room. He lets out an exasperated breath when he sees it’s Historia again. Eren doesn’t even wanna open the messages and there are thirteen of them. Historia’s been texting him since this morning.
“Girl, you done went and got yourself a lil white boyyy?” Her nail tech is cutting off Y/n’s red claws with some nail pliers and Y/n’s face gets hot, she’s blushing.
“Or whatevaaa,” She’s agreeing with her nail tech and she can’t help it, she has this stupid little grin on her pretty face.
“So are we running up this check or what?” Her nail tech makes quick work of swiping Y/n’s broken red claws off of the table before pouring some acetone into two separate soaking bowls.
Y/n pushes some of her bubblegum pink strands over her shoulder before she puts her hands in the soaking bowls. “Yeah, but not past two hundred. I kinda like him.”
It’s been two hours and Eren comes back from waiting in his car for the third time when Y/n’s done. She comes back to the front of the nail salon with her nail tech and they’re all smiles and giggles and Y/n’s admiring her nails and pointing to the accessories on her nails that she really likes.
Eren still manspreading but he’s sitting up now, he’s so happy to see Y/n and she looks even prettier than the last time he saw her. The nail tech stops a few feet away as Y/n comes up to Eren and he takes her by the waist, pulling her between his legs. Y/n just wants to show him her nails but Eren’s missed her, he’s nuzzling his face into her tummy and wrapping his arms around her waist.
“You took so long,” Eren’s words are muffled in her tummy fat and his hands slide down to her ass as he looks up at her. “I was going to die, Y/n.”
“Then why haven’t you died yet?” Y/n’s hands are on his shoulders and she swears she feels people staring.
“Cause I wanna do this,” Eren kisses her tummy and Y/n gets hot between her legs when he squeezes her ass.
Y/n’s nail tech clears her throat and she acts like she’s checking something on her magenta-banded apple watch when Eren and Y/n pause to look at her. Eren lets go of her waist and he stands up, reaching for Y/n’s hand. She gives it to him and her nails are shiny with pineapple cuticle oil and topcoat. They’re not claws anymore, they’re a tapered square shape and they’re still long and Eren likes it. He likes the cum color and he likes the way the tiny pink sakura and sunflowers mingle with the gold flakes and there are pink crystals on her ring finger.
“How much is it?”
“Two hundred and fifteen,” Y/n likes the way he’s already pulling out his wallet. “And you gotta tip her, baby.”
Y/n’s nail tech got her right, so y/n returned the favor and Eren gives the nail tech an eighty-five dollar tip, plus the check. Y/n says her goodbyes and Eren holds the door for her when they leave. Y/n’s ass was moving in her denim and the door isn’t even shut behind them, the little bells haven’t even begun to jingle and Eren’s already grabbing her ass.
It’s hot outside and there’s a gentle breeze blowing that moves Y/n’s hair from over her ass and Eren’s feeling on her ass now. Y/n’s so wrapped up in how pretty her nails are she doesn’t hear Eren’s phone ding. Eren tries to stay in the moment, he tries to act like his phone didn’t ding either. It dings again and he’s got one hand on Y/n’s waist as he pulls his phone outta his pocket.
“Y/n, I gotta go,” Eren’s pulling away from her and Y/n’s confused. She’s turning around to see Eren texting and his thumbs are moving, they’re going the speed of light and Y/n’s frowning.
“Why?” She’s not happy and she wants him to stay. Y/n wants him to stay so she wraps her arms around his waist and she falls into his chest and Eren stops texting for a second, he wraps an arm around her shoulder but he’s still looking at his phone. “Don’t go,” Y/n’s nuzzling her face into his white t-shirt.
“It’s Miki,” Eren kisses Y/n’s pink crown and she’s toying with his golden key necklace, she’s pouting up at him. “Baby, I gotta go.”
It’s Miki. Miki’s his sister and Y/n understands. She pulls away and Eren’s still texting when he asks her. “How are you getting home?” He doesn’t let her answer that, he cuts Y/n off. “I’ll call you an uber, I’ll share the ride.”
“Okay, what’s going on?” Y/n doesn’t want him to leave, she doesn’t want him to go but he’s going to Mikasa. He’s going to his sister. He’s not going to Historia, he’s going to Miki and it’s the only reason Y/n’s not crying right now.
“I’ll tell you later,” Eren takes her hand and he pulls her in for a quick kiss, and Historia texts him again. Y/n’s pretty brown eyes flutter close when they connect and it’s longer than she expected it to be. Eren’s smooching his lips against her own, he’s gently squeezing her hand and Y/n has hearts behind her low fluffy lashes when it’s over.
Eren’s viridian eyes are searching her own and she’s searching right back and they can’t help it, they kiss again. It’s hot, open-mouthed and Eren has to leave, he really has to leave but he cherishes Y/n, he doesn’t wanna leave her. Eren has his hand on the side of her face and his thumb is running over the corner of her mouth. The wind in her pink hair makes the moment seem all the more precious. He has sparkly lipgloss on his lips when he asks her,
“Match, baby?”
Y/n has her fingers wrapped up in the edge of his t-shirt and match means a lot of things, it means a potential future with Eren. It means seeing him again, It means loving him again and Y/n looks so pretty nodding up at him like that. She’s stretching the bottom of his t-shirt out as she says,
“Fasho baby, Match.”
when we speak we are afraid our words will not be heard or welcomed. but when we are silent we are still afraid. so it is better to speak.
- audre lorde
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SIMILAR!| MIGUEL O’HARA
★ Miguel O’Hara x Black fem anti-hero! [OC]
★ Before reading: I don’t speak Spanish, sorry for any mistakes made.
—Synopsis: A new face suddenly arrives at Nueva York, working at Alchemax, catching Miguel O’Hara’s eye and helping the Spider Society with catching villains and anomalies..well sort of.
previous: –four.
–five.
THIRD PERSON POV
Again and again, Wrenley and Miguel have gotten more than one taste of each other.
At his apartment, in the lab, at her apartment, in a random bar bathroom, in the backseat of his car.
They couldn’t stay off of each other. They became each other’s fuck buddies, calling and texting each other in moments of distress.
Miguel, when he was swamped with work from the Spider Society, letting an anomaly slip from his grasp, or when the Spiders would simply get on his nerves. He would need her in those moments.
And Wrenley, well she was secretive, never letting anything really get to her, never letting anyone know what was wrong or letting anyone see her face it, but deep down, it cut layers through her skin, whatever it was. When she was at her lowest, her fingers would desperately tap on Miguel’s contact name to make her forget.
They both needed each other to release that feeling, to relieve that stress. How compatible they were together, knowing what each other loved when it came to pleasure.
It was just sex. Nasty, raunchy, disgustingly amazing sex.
Still, Miguel knew nothing about her. She never spoke about herself, as much she did talk when she wanted to get under Miguel’s skin, she has never let anything slip. Miguel thought her mysteriousness was sexy, but he wanted to know what else there was to Wrenley Myers. Like where she moved from, if she had siblings, her favorite color— maybe he was getting attached, but it was human to be curious, it wasn’t a crime.
Like tonight, he wanted to know a little more about her, so he invited her for ice cream, which Wrenley found strange, but how could she turn down ice cream?
They were only getting ice cream, right?
Wrong.
After ordering 2 scoops of blueberry in a cup for herself, and Miguel who got 2 scoops of rocky road on a cone, which he paid for of course— they ended up in the backseat of his car, tangled up in one another.
Miguel was 9 inches deep inside of Wrenley, stirring up her insides.
“Y-you said…fuck— you said just..ice cream.” She choked out her moans underneath his large body, squeezing her legs around his waist.
“Mhmm, I know baby.” His hips snapped into her core, staring so lovingly in her eyes. “But how could I..resist you in th-those little… shorts, hm?” He pushed back the hair that was stuck to her forehead.
She moaned out, scratching his back. Oh how it hurt so good when she clawed at him.
“Miguel.” She drawled, hugging him tightly.
She was close. She could almost taste it.
Never stopping the rhythmic movement of his hips, he held her closer in his arms, giving her a peck on the cheek. “I know baby, let it out.”
Sending her over the edge, she came on his dick, body spasming erratically with cries of Miguel’s name escaping her throat.
Miguel kept going, he was almost there, peppering kisses all over her face and whispering into her ear how good she was taking him, and how close he was and how amazing she smelt— she was driving him over the edge.
Grunting and giving one final thrust, he filled her to the brim, his body slowly collapsing on top of hers.
“Fuck.” He breathed against her chest, listening to her sped up heart beat.
Her fingers caressed his hair. “You’re gonna kill me one of these days.”
He leaned up and shook his head with a smile.“You’re being dramatic.” He stretched to the front of the car, turning it on and putting on the AC to cool down and grabbing baby wipes to clean up.
With her legs spread wide, Wrenley pushed out his cream from her vagina, with her eyes dead set on him.
She was gonna make him hard all over again. He wiped her off, then himself, and as they were fixing their disheveled clothes, a cop siren went off behind them followed by red and blue lights.
“Shit.” Miguel groaned, trying to hurry to the front.
Wrenley followed suit and ended up in the driver’s seat.
The officer leaned down, tapping on the window.
Wrenley winded it down, looking at the male officer while leaning out the car window. “Good evening, Officer.” She batted her lashes and gave him that innocent voice.
“Good evening, ma’am.” The officer greeted with a smile and hands on his duty belt. “Can I see license and registration?”
Miguel quickly looked in the glove compartment for registration while Wrenley searched her purse for her driver’s license.
Handing them over to the officer, she spoke. “Here, this is my friend’s car, Officer.” Gesturing to Miguel.
‘Friend.’ Miguel thought to himself.
He spares a few glances at her, while scanning the documents. “Okay, can you step out the vehicle for me?”
Stepping out of the car, she put her hands up lazily, then turned around and put her hands out to balance against the car. “Am I in trouble, officer? Is it because I’m black?”
The officer stuttered, standing right behind. “N-no, of course not ma’am.”
Miguel chuckled at the officer’s response, but still looking out the window to make sure nothing strange was going on.
“What’s that replying to?” She rose a brow. “Me being in trouble question, or me being black question?”
He began patting her down, slowly running his hands along the curve of her waist. “The question about your race, ma’am. You could possibly be in trouble.”
She hung her head low and smirked. “But everybody knows that I’m a good girl, officer.”
“Then I’d have to find out myself.” He chuckled.
Miguel couldn’t believe the interaction.
“Should I step out the vehicle as well?” Miguel asked.
“No need for that, sir.” He worked his way to her breasts, patting lightly.
She smirked, turning her head to the side. “Do you always work alone so late?”
“Ye-yes, just me patrolling tonight.” He replied, going back down to her hips.
“How fun.” She giggled.
Miguel narrowed his eyes. “Aren’t you patting her down a little too much?” Miguel leaned over and stuck his head out the window. “If she had something on her, you would’ve found it by now.”
Quickly, the officer removed his hands from her, giving a nervous look.
Wrenley chuckled, shifting her weight to her right leg which perked her ass out even more. “Maybe he sees something he likes.”
The nervous officer blinked rapidly. “Uh..I– I’m on duty, ma’am.”
Slowly turning around, she looked him up and down. “That never stopped a cop from committing the most horrific crimes imaginable.”
“Why exactly did you even pull up behind us?” Miguel wanted nothing more than for this interaction to be over. “We’re parked and why did you only ask her to step out of the vehicle? It’s my car.”
The officer gave back her license and other documents. “There’s been a car stolen and the description matches your car, and I only needed the driver, sorry for any inconvenience.”
Wrenley pouted. “Aw it’s okay.”
Miguel rolled his eyes. ‘Does she do this with everyone?’
“Hope you catch the guy.” She tilted her head to the side and smiled.
The officer smiled back, holding his bullet proof vest tightly. “Thank you, ma’am. Have a good night.”
“You too.” She said before getting back into the car. “I’ll drive.”
“You’re really something.” Miguel shook his head.
“What?” She laughed. “Did I do something to upset you, O’Hara?” Before he could he respond, she answered her own question. “Oh wait, everything I do pisses you off.”
“Haha.” He dryly replied. “Is flirting with every guy a thing you do?”
“Yeah, it’s not like I’m tied to you.” She scoffed.
She was right, she wasn’t in a serious relationship with him.
“And who says I only flirt with guys?” She smirked, starting the car.
🕷️
“So what anomalies did you have in mind for the bait?” Miguel sat behind his desk, surrounded by Jess and the younger spiders.
After his little ice cream date with Wrenley, Jess contacted him and asked him to come to HQ.
“Scorpia, Earth-616.” Jessica started, reading from her holographic screen.
Miguel rubbed his chin. “Too easy.”
“Sandman, Earth-12041.”
He twisted his lips, looking up at Jessica. “He’s a bit annoying.”
“Miguel.” Jessica sighed.
“No, boss man’s right.” Hobie interjected. Sandcastle had me playin’ tag for at least an hour on my last mission.”
“And he gets sand all in my suit!” Pavitr added with a finger pointed upwards.
Miguel tilted his head, agreeing with Hobie and Pavitr. “Any other options?”
“Doctor Octavius, Earth-1610B.” Jessica finished, eyeing Miguel.
“She’ll have to do.” Miguel said, looking at the younger spiders.
Miles groaned, throwing a little fit. “She’s sooooo annoying.”
Miguel narrowed his eyes at him. “I could say the same for you. One more complaint and you’re off this mission.”
Miles only huffed, making Pavjtr jab him with his elbow.
“So when do you want us to capture her?” Gwen placed a hand on her hip.
Leaning forward, Miguel replied. “Tomorrow, this is going down tomorrow. Do you guys think you do can do this?”
“It’s just Liv.” Gwen laughed. “We locate her and just kick her ass into this universe, easy.”
“No, I mean White Phantom.” Miguel thought back to his nightmare, quickly shaking it off.
“They’ve been training hard for this, Miguel.” Jessica assured him. “They got this, especially Miles. He’s been working on a plan to get White Phantom cornered and take em down.”
“Tell me more.”
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Next part: –six.
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So, I had this idea where hobbie is besties with fem character and she gets bit, he shows her the ropes, and when it come to making her suit, she makes it a surprise for him, when surprised let's just say he went of the rails cause he thought it looked so good on her he couldn't contain his crush on her anymore.
Hope you like the idea and can do something of it!<33
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I hope this is to your liking, I really tried.
Best friend🔐❤️|Hobie Brown
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Hobie couldn’t contain his laughter, literally almost crying on the couch at the scene before him.
“You seriously afraid of that likkle ting, Leo?!” He fell back into couch, dying of laughter.
“Hobie! Stop playin’ and get the bloody thing!” Leomie cried with a broom in her hands. “You’re not gonna help a damsel in distress? Isn’t that like your whole thing?”
“I’m not Spider-Punk right now, I’m Hobie Brown.” He kicked up his feet on the arm rest of the couch.
Leomie glanced back at him and back to the danger to her existence on the wall. “Take your boots off in my couch, you know this is new.” Leomi groaned at Hobie.
“You mean our couch, I live here too y’know, sweetheart.” He obeyed, taking off his boots and putting his feet back on the arm rest.
She doesn’t know how she tolerated 10 years of friendship with this absolute annoyance of a man. They’ve been best friends ever since they were 11, and through those 10 years, they’ve went through so many experiences together.
From Hobie getting bit, to Leomie being dumped by her first ever boyfriend. They went through everything together— they were each other’s support system. Leomie was the first person Hobie came to when he started experiencing his newfound powers after getting bit. She even coined him the name “Spider-Punk.” Even though he hated it, he eventually warmed up to it.
How could he hate anything she thought of or did?
She stuck by his side no matter what. Honestly, she doesn’t know what she’d do without Hobie. She always thought the worse when he’d be gone for days, but he’d always come back bruised and tattered, saying “It’s nothin’”. Leomie was always there to patch him up, where would he be without her?
When he brought the news about being recruited to a society of different spider people, she was nothing but happy for him. He told stories about his missions, his new friends—even letting one of them crash in their shared apartment after dealing with parental issues, his asshole boss, and the time when a new spider person was the talk of HQ after being identified as an anomaly.
What more could Hobie ask for in a person?
There are times he’d look at her as more than just his best friend— he’d really look at her, how could he not? She was heavenly, from her brown skin, to her long coily hair that cascaded down her back.
He was in love with her. Not even the great Hobie Brown could deny that. His crush lasted 10 long years, watching other guys break her heart every single time, and knowing to himself that he could treat her so much better than them. But he just couldn’t, he’d hurt her way worse than them— this life he lived wasn’t something she should be so involved in, but he couldn’t find it in his heart to leave her.
“Please, Hobie, just kill it.” Leomie whined, glancing between the vicious spider on the wall and Hobie relaxing on the couch.
Hobie rose to his feet, pacing towards Leomie, his stature towering over her shorter body. “Kill it?” He took the broom from her hands. “That’s kinda disrespectful, y’know? I’m sort of a spider myself and you wanna kill this likkle defenseless spider, Leo?”
She looked at him straight faced. “Yes.”
“That could be my cousin.” He joked, pointing at the spider.
“I don’t care, Hobes.” She frowned. “Kill it, I don’t want it layin’ eggs if it’s a female.” Leomie squeezed his arm in fright.
“Spiders don’t do anything’ to you if you don’t do anythin’ to them.” He stated slowly going up to the spider with Leomie behind him in fear. “I won’t kill it, I’ll just take it outside, okay?”
“As long as it’s not in here.” Her eyes filled with fear.
Hobie raised his hands to cup the spider and one of it’s legs moved, making Leomie scream.
“Leo, quiet down.” Hobie looked back at a frightened Leomie. “You don’t have to worry, I’ll get rid of it, promise.”
“How are you gonna get rid of it and it’s not there anymore?” Her voice trembled while she stared at the wall the spider was once on.
Hobie whipped his head back to the wall and there was no spider there. “Bloody hell.” He knew this was going to be a long night. “Where the fuck did it go?”
Leomie clung to Hobie’s side, eyes darting everywhere in search of the spider. “It could be anywhere, that devil.”
Hobie looked around, then at Leomie, his eyes slowly growing wide. “Leomie.”
“Huh?” She flinched, looking up to Hobie. “Why are you looking at me like th—”
“Don’t move.” He warned her. “Stay still, Leo.”
She started freaking out, slowly backing away from Hobie. “Is it on me?! Get it off me!” Tears began forming in her eyes.
“It’s on your neck, stay calm while I try to grab it, love” He took slow steps towards her.
“MY NECK?!” She screamed, but the spider didn’t move from her.
Hobie looked her in her eyes. “You’re going to be okay, Leo. Just look at me, breathe.” He assured her and tried calming her down.
She slowly nodded while crying. “O-oka—AHHH!” She slapped her neck, making the spider fall and crawl off somewhere. “It bit me! The bastard bit me!” She held her neck and screamed.
“Oh fuck, shit.” He went to her side, examining her neck. A faint red bruise was left. “Let’s go to the hospital, in case it was venomous. I’ll grab your jumper.”
Leomie nodded and scratched her neck.
With the visit to the hospital, the doctor claimed that there seemed be nothing wrong with Leomie, even though they didn’t run any tests. A cream was recommended to apply to the bump on Leomie’s neck and they were told to come back if it gets worse.
Of course Hobie stole the cream and applied it to Leomie’s neck on their way home.
After arriving home, Leomie felt a bit exhausted and decided to go to bed and Hobie agreed, retreating to his room.
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“Leo, can you turn that damn alarm off?” Hobie asked with a groggy voice while making his way to Leomie’s room in nothing but basketball shorts. “I’m comin’ in.”
Behind the door revealed a mess of webs all over the room. Hobie instantly got over his tiredness and was now alert, scanning the room for an intruder.
“Leo!”
“Help me! I’m stuck!”
Hobie’s attention was brought to the high ceiling, to see Leomie wrapped up in webs like a fly.
Hobie shot a web to the ceiling and pulled himself to her. “What the fuck happened?” He stuck to the ceiling, removing the webs from her. “Did you see who did this?”
“It was me.” Leomie answered with an embarrassed look on her face.
Hobie was scrunched up his face at her reply. “The hell are you talkin’ about?”
“I did this, Hobes! I have spider powers.” She was now in Hobie’s arms.
He released his sticky hold on the wall and safely landed on the floor with Leomie in his arms.
Hobie scratched his head, not comprehending anything Leomie said. “Spider powers?”
Leomie nodded and turned her phone alarm off. “Yes, that spider from last night must’ve been radioactive. Then I woke up and the sheets were stuck to my hands and I started freaking out, and webs shot from my wrists, I didn’t mean to.”
Hobie blinked slowly, taking everything in. “Holy shit.” He grabbed her hand, examining it. “Webs? From your wrists? Lucky.”
“Does this mean I’m Spider-Woman?” She stared up at him with hopeful eyes.
He released her hand. “Only if you want to, I’d never force you to.”
“I want to.” She answered quickly. “I want to join the spider society like you, and have a super cool name.” She listed gleefully. “And an awesome costume.”
Hobie laughed. “You’re so cute.”
Leomie smiled to herself at his comment. “Whatever Hobie, put a shirt on, perv.” She playfully pushed him.
He laughed again. “Well this perv is going to be your teacher, you can’t be apart of the Spider Society with no type of skills or training, you’ll embarrass yourself.”
“You’re going to train me?!” Her eyes lit up and hugged his slim torso.
Hobie smiled down at her and wrapped his arms around. “Of course. There will be 4 trainin’ lessons, wall climbin’, web shootin’, hand to hand to combat and web slingin’.”
She pulled away from the hug with the brightest smile on her face. “When are we going’ to start trainin’?”
Hobie smirked. “Today actually, go get ready.”
“YES!” She ran out of her room in excitement.
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“God, you’re terrible at this.” Hobie stood on the ledge of a building and watched her attempt at scaling the wall.
It was day 5 of training, and they were still on lesson 1: climbing buildings and sticking to things.
“No I’m not!” Leomie shouted from the bottom of the building, while staring up at Hobie who wore his costume.
Hobie laughed loudly. “I’m lit’rally watchin’ you struggle to climb this buildin.”
“This is too hard, I quit.” She threw the cheap Spider-Man mask on the ground and put her hands into her jacket pockets.
Hobie jumped off the building and landed in front of her. “This is your third time quitin’. It was hard for me to navigate this whole Spider-Man thing too.” He spoke softly.
She looked at him with a pout.
“You can do this, I know you can.”
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“That’s it!” Hobie cheered proudly, while swinging through the city.
Leomie giggled at the rush of swinging through the air. “Try to keep up!”
Hobie smirked and accepted her challenge.
After 3 weeks of non-stop training, Leomie was practically Spider-Woman, or as she’d like to be called, Dark Web.
It took a lot of work, to get to where she is now.
Like when they were on lesson 2: Web shooting
“Aim at the bottle, not me!” Hobie dodged Leomie’s web.
She awkwardly grinned at her mistake. “Sorry!”
Hobie waved it off and went behind of her, her body tingling up at the feeling of him being so close to her.
He grabbed her hand, pointing and positioning it towards the bottles that were on the ledge. He then whispered into her ear. “It may be a likkle hard to teach you this since your webs are natural and mine aren’t, but I don’t think they’re that different.”
She silently gulped at his deep voice speaking so gently into her ear.
“Put your hand into the web shooting position.” He put both hands on her shoulders.
She obeyed, putting her middle and ring finger into her palm.
“Now breathe and concentrate on releasing your webs, let it flow.” He instructed. “It all has to do with concentration. Think of how you want the web to come out, do you want to hit the bottle over, or grab it?”
“Grab it.” She answered, inhaling deeply.
“Then grab it.”
On cue, a long web string flowed from Leomie’s wrist, wrapping around one of the bottles like a tiny hand.
Her eyes lit up, so did Hobie’s.
“Now tug on the web and grab the bottle with your hand.” Hobie said eagerly.
Leomie held the web that was attached to her wrist, then pulled on it with her super strength. The bottle came flying towards her with speed. She put her hand out, catching the bottle with minimal effort.
She surprised herself by actually catching it, looking at the bottle in her hands in awe, then to Hobie who looked at her with pride.
“See? I told ya, I know you can do it.” He gently took the cheap Spider-Man mask off of her, then ruffled her head.
“Ugh, Hobie!” She swatted his hands away.
He only laughed.
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“I beat your arse this time.” Leomie laughed, climbing through her bedroom.
“I actually made you win.” Hobie followed behind, landing in her bedroom.
She scoffed and took the cheap mask off, throwing it on her bed.
“When’re you goin’ to get the real thing?” He gestured to the mask on her bed.
“I’ve actually finished makin’ it.” She smirked. “I started on it after our second combat trainin’.” She made her way to the closet and began searching.
“I’m prepared to be wowed.” Hobie kicked off his boots and sprawled out on her bed like a cat.
“Turn around, you can’t see what I have in my hands, it’ll ruin the surprise.”
Hobie shook his head and smiled to himself while turning to face the wall.
Leomie hustled out of the room with different pieces of clothing in her hands. “Give me a minute.”
After what felt like forever, Hobie heard heavy footsteps.
“I’m comin’ in!” Leomie said from outside of her room.
Hobie turned back to see Leomie strutting towards him in a costume— a very sexy costume. He suddenly sat up straight up at the edge of her bed.
She wore a black, skin tight spandex leotard that went up to her neck, that had a white spider in the middle of her chest with a white webbing design all over. Her matching black gloves with white fingers stopped at her elbows. She had black, leather, platform knee highs. To bring the costume altogether, she wore a black mask that only covered her eyes and forehead, leaving her nose, mouth and long coily hair exposed.
Hobie lost control over all his motor skills. He didn’t hide the way he looked at her.
“Do you like it?” She asked, looking down at herself. “I feel like I look weird.”
Hobie’s breathing became shallow. He eyed her all over again.
“Hobie?”
He blinked, regaining control over his body again. “Huh?”
“Were you seriously not payin’ attention?” She put both hands on her hips.
“I was.”
“Then why didn’t you say anythin’? I really need your opinion.”
“Because if I said what I was thinkin’, you wouldn’t see me as your friend anymore.” He gaze lowered to her wide hips.
A chill went down her spine and his deep voice. “Wh-what do you mean?”
He was now on his feet, taking slow steps towards her. “Leomie.”
She was being backed into a corner of her room, Hobie’s tall stature intimidating her. “Hobie.”
“In my mind right now, I’m peelin’ this suit off of your soft likkle body–” He leaned down to her face. “And I’m eating you.” He grit his teeth.
Leomie inhaled sharply.
“Not very best friend of me, is it?” He put both hands on the walls and stared down at her with lustful eyes.
“N-no.”
He breathed off, putting his hands down and slowly backing away. “ ‘m probably scarin’ you, I’m sorry.”
Her hand reached out to grab his shirt, tugging him back towards her.
“You’re not scarin’ me.” She batted her lashes. “I sometimes think of you in a not best friend way too.” She admitted.
“You don’t know what you just got yourself into.” He put a hand on the back of her neck, then brought their lips together.
Between kisses he spoke. “I’ve loved you..for so long, sweetheart.”
Her hands cupped his face. “Me too.”
He broke their sloppy kiss and licked his pearly whites with his pierced tongue. “Now how about locatin’ the zipper on that thing and takin’ it off for me?”
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