Yeah Boy & Doll Face ⋆୨୧˚
“and she could make hell feel just like home. so i'm never leaving her alone.”
Or the one where you find a way to make Eren, the insufferable guy in your debate club finally shut up.
CONTENT WARNINGS : SMUT, dom!reader, brat tamer!reader, brat!eren, sub!eren, lowk emo!eren, eren has snake bites and a tongue piercing, degrading, slut is used towards eren, oral f!receiving, face riding, slight themes of sadomasochism, cock slapping, hate sex, riding, hair pulling, handjobs, asking permission to cum, mentions of blowjobs but it doesn't happen, and for once, protected sex (boo boring i know)
TRIGGER WARNINGS : none i can think of besides eren's annoying ass and the reader lowkey using and abusing him but he likes it i swear
pairing : eren yeager x reader
word count : 5k
what's playing 🎧 : yeah boy and doll face by pierce the veil
a/n : i finally finished s4 of aot and was struck with the desire to have hate sex with eren and out came this, hope you enjoy
“Looks like you’re stuck with me.” Eren muses, his words ringing in your skull like an annoying alarm clock, his boot sheathed steps thudding heavily behind you.
You glance back behind you, shooting him a silent but sharp glare, a begrudging weight growing in each step you take with a deep sense of unwillingness infecting itself throughout your chest the closer you get to your dorm with that bastard hot on your trail.
Eren is the ever present asshole in your debate club, as well as your AP World History course, because that’s just the kind of luck that usually finds you.
You were partnered together to create a highly detailed map of a made up country along with landmarks and multiple other things that you didn’t catch due to your overpowering sense of dread upon hearing your name and Eren’s in the same sentence.
“Look, I’m sure you want to get this over with just as much as I do, so please, can you not fuck around while we do this?” you mutter, glancing back at him with a slight glare while you unlock your door.
He scoffs, feigning offense when he shuts the door behind you, dropping his backpack haphazardly onto the floor beside your neat arrangement of shoes. “What, ‘you think I’m not capable of carrying my own weight?” he says with dim exasperation, making himself comfortable on your bed.
When you turn around, you find him laying across your soft duvet as if he’s been here before, an infuriating grin across his face when his eyes meet yours.
You drop your backpack at your desk, marching over to your bed to swat him off like the gnat he is. “No, I don’t.” you snap, pushing him to sit properly at the edge of your bed.
“And quit acting like this is your place, I don’t need you making my bed filthy.” you huff, sitting a decent space away from him on your bed. You turn your back towards him to grab your laptop off your nightstand, ignoring the roll of his eyes at your condescension.
He tilts his head slightly back, suppressing a wide smile at the sight of your panties peeking from the waistband of your jeans.
He looks away the second you turn back towards him, balancing your laptop on your lap, sparing him a sidelong begrudging glance. “Let’s get this over with.”
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You didn’t always hate Eren, actually your initial reaction when you saw him for the first time was something akin to an admiring curiosity. Albeit based in lust but it was there nonetheless. He was late to the first day of debate club, scooting past an irritated slew of students who actually showed up on time.
His hair was a little shorter than it is now, and you remember vividly how you watched his arms flex when he pulled his chair out, and how the sleeves – or lack thereof, from his muscle tee strained around his biceps.
He had Robert Smith from The Cure on his shirt, and at the time, before you knew any better, had made a mental note to try and muster some courage up after the session to compliment him.
Then the debate began, the topic was ‘Is federalism more effective than a unitary system in promoting democracy’ which you felt was a strong start for the first debate of the semester, but you participated nevertheless.
And that’s when any positive notions or assumptions you had about him vanished along with your plans to compliment him and his stupid shirt.
You knew what you were getting yourself into when you signed up for the debate club, that you’d have annoying guys who wouldn’t take you seriously and would strictly only ever play devil’s advocate no matter the subject.
But at the very least they had genuine convictions and beliefs, even if you vehemently disagreed with them.
But Eren? It seemed like he just liked to argue for the sake of arguing, and that he targeted you specifically to go back and forth with, focusing on the semantics of a point as a comeback just to piss you off.
His views were outlandish and bordering on absurdism solely for shock value. And that is what irritated you, someone with no real beliefs to stand on, just useless hot air between their ears.
“What you’re describing is anarchy, which is the complete absence of democracy or any kind of order for that matter. Is that really what you believe to be the best course of action?” you questioned, leaning your palms against your desk, staring at him with disbelief. And then the asshole actually shrugged, a blasé purse in his lips. “Basically.”
From then on, every meet went that way, where he’d have some idiotic rebuttal and crawl under the depths of your skin with them. You can’t help yourself from taking the bait every time, so easily angered by Eren’s ignorance and stupidity, you can’t not argue back with him. He knows this and uses it against you every time, you’re just too easy to get a rise out of.
Like right now, it’s only been 30 minutes since you two have begun and you’re already itching to maul him completely. “Eren no, that doesn’t even make sense, why would a well known landmark that acts as a tourist destination be situated in an inhabitable area, you idiot.” you growled, erasing his drawing from off the corner of your map.
“Why not? You’ve seen those people who get off on spending money just to shove themselves in those cave crevices. I’d call that inhabitable yet they’re still explored.” he grins casually, knowing he’s succeeding in pissing you off.
You growl lightly, running your hands down your face before you set your pencil and eraser down, looking at him sternly, your eyes flickering between his as if you’re trying to instill how serious you are into his brain.
“Look, I know it’s fun for you to mess around with me in debate, but I’m serious, do not fuck this up for me or I swear to God I will personally see to it that your life becomes a living hell.”
He laughs sardonically, in your face, folding his arms over his chest. “Is that right?” he cocks his head, knowing his smile alone is infuriating you.
“Y’know what? I’m gonna do you a favor princess, and tell you what your problem is. You’re too uptight. You’re a perfectionist for shit that doesn’t even matter. None of this matters, even if we fail the project, your perfect little 102% in the course will drop to maybe a 98%. And most people would kill to have that but it wouldn’t be good enough for you because nothing is. All you are is a spoiled brat who’s got her priorities all fucked up.”
Your eyes narrow down at him like a missile locked for attack, and Eren’s heart races at the sight, excitement stirring in the pit of his belly.
“None of this matters? Are you fucking kidding me? Why are you even here Eren,” you snap angrily, spitting his name like it’s venom burning a hole in your tongue.
He can feel himself getting hard at the way you yell at him, clenching his jaw as he struggles to control himself.
“At least I have priorities, you idiot. And what do you have, huh? What do you have to offer except for being a fucking nuisance?” you throw your arms up angrily, and he leans in, watching with dilated pupils as the fury rises inside you.
“And y’know what, if striving to put effort into my work — into something that is attached to my name is such a fault, then I will happily claim it as such. But you know what your problem is?” you inch your face closer to his now, a sneer in your words and a look of pure disgust in your eyes that does nothing but make his cock leak precum into his boxers.
“And what’s that, princess?” he asks with a purposeful feigned interest, his eyes glancing down at your chest.
He can see down your shirt from the way you bend down towards him, much to his fortune. His cock aches when he makes out the pattern of your bra. Polka dots. Cute.
You don’t seem to notice, too lost in your anger as you begin to tear into him. “You’re a drifter. You’ve got no dreams, no ambitions, no goals, no anything. You put zero effort into everything you do, except for driving me fucking crazy! You are an ignorant, selfish, stupid asshole who is setting himself up to live a meaningless life and one day, when you’re forty and alone because you’ve pushed everyone away, you will have no one to blame but yourself,” you hiss, jabbing a pointed finger into his chest.
“You are nothing Eren, and you’ll always be that way as long as you commit to never changing.”
You swallow hard, backing away slightly as you breathe a little heavier, glancing away while guilt begins to build in your veins, the echo of your harshness reverberating in your head. It’s silent for longer than you would’ve liked it to be or even expected it to be, surprised he hasn’t ripped you a new one by now.
His lack of a response makes you fear that you may have gone too far this time.
When you slowly and nervously drag your eyes back over to him, readying an apology, your gaze lands on the bulge straining against his jeans. Your eyes widen and you scoff with disgust and pure disbelief. And to think you were going to apologize to someone as perverse as him.
“You’ve got to be kidding me.” you breathe out irritatedly, glaring at him while he sheepishly grins at you. “There’s no way you’re fucking hard right now.”
“Uh there might be a way.” he responds with dry humor, resting on his palms behind his back, his hands indenting into your mattress.
“What, your mommy issues are so bad you get off on picking fights with any unlucky girl who comes into contact with you?” you grimace, standing up and away from him.
He swallows hard, watching you stand before him, his cock twitching under his jeans. “Oh I’m sorry I didn’t realize you were majoring in psychology, you tryna’ diagnose me now?” he snickers, completely unashamed of popping a boner from you yelling at him.
You halt in front of him, crossing your arms as you look down at him, both physically and emotionally, a look of disdain in your pretty eyes.
Before you can speak, he grabs your wrist, unfolding your arms to he pull you in between his legs. He cups your cheek and leans in for a kiss, figuring now was the point of climax in which he could kiss you and work out the tension you two have built. What he didn’t take into account was your refusal to give him the satisfaction so easily.
You grab his throat and push him flat against your bed, straddling him as you glower down at him, nearly seething.
“You repulse me, Eren. Why would I ever let someone like you kiss me?” you growl in his face, your sweet scent enveloping him and contradicting the cold hatred in your words. His cock stirs in his pants beneath you, aching to be in you from how fucking mean you are.
His large hand comes up and gently wraps around the wrist you’ve got supporting his throat, but you huff, using your free hand to pin his beside his head. “Stop trying to fucking touch me.” you hiss, scowling at him.
“You’re so hot like this,” he breathes out, enamored by your cruel beauty. You roll your eyes, scoffing under your breath. “Shut up.” you mutter, and his cock throbs.
You flicker over his face, taking in how frustratingly handsome he is. His thick brows and the way his green eyes soak you in, his strong nose and full lips adorned with snake bites. His tongue darts out to lick his lips, seemingly happy to be pinned and stuck beneath you.
You catch the familiar glint of his tongue piercing, remembering that you did kind of always wonder what it’d feel like.
It’s such a waste that a face like that belongs to someone so annoying. But maybe you could make him put it to use properly. You release him, and start to unmount him, much to his dismay. He begins to protest, but your glare and the way you begin to unbutton your jeans silents him.
He leaps into action to unbutton his, but you stop him, slapping his hand and his bulge, fighting back a chuckle when he winces loudly, looking up at you with a pretty, pained face.
“I didn’t tell you to take your pants off too, did I?” you ask lowly, your voice scarily even as you tug off your jeans, throwing them off to the side.
You straddle him once more, grabbing his jaw impatiently when he doesn’t answer you. “I asked you a question. I’d expect someone who fucking talks as much as you do to know when to answer.” He shudders a breath, shaking his head. “Y-You didn’t…”
“Right. I didn’t. So don’t start doing things unless I tell you to.” you mutter, your eyes washing over him with a dismissive irritation.
“You wanna touch me?” you ask, lightly grinding against his bulge. He groans, nodding eagerly.
His hands come up and begin to squeeze at your hips before you even gave him permission to do so. You pluck his hands off your hips and pin them back beside his head, leering at him hard.
“Don’t make me repeat myself, Eren.” you utter sternly and he smirks, tilting his head at you while he lays beneath you. “Or what?” he challenges, excited to see what you do to him next.
You raise a brow, pinning his wrists together with one hand above his head, reaching down to smack his clothed cock twice, each swat unforgivingly hard. He gasps in pain, wincing with a shaky whimper, his body tensing up under you.
“Do I need to do it again?” you threaten, raising your hand once more. He shakes his head, and for the first time tonight, you actually smile at him. He flushes slightly at the sight of it, shifting his gaze away to avoid his cheeks from burning brighter.
“Good. Now shut the fuck up and make yourself useful.” you release his hands and remove yourself off of his lap to instead rise up and over his face. You push your panties into the curve of your thigh before you lower yourself down onto his face.
He moans eagerly into your cunt, immediately dragging his hot tongue over your folds and clit. He welcomes your full weight, clenching the sheets around him instead of gripping onto your thighs like he wishes he could.
You moan deeply, fisting his hair and tugging as you fuck his mouth. You grind your clit the way you like against his tongue, shivering when you feel his nose brush up against your flesh.
His piercing grazes over your clit perfectly, just as you imagined, and you shiver at the feeling, sucking in a sharp breath when you yank on his hair, angling him in way to where you have better access at fucking his mouth.
He whimpers into your cunt at the way you pull on his hair, a slight stinging sensation prickling across his scalp at the rough tugs, but he isn’t complaining, he welcomes all of your aggression.
You roll your hips over his face, using him as if he were nothing but a toy. You buck your hips over his nose, shuddering an airy giggle of a moan when his tongue slides into your hole, surprising you with the sudden feeling.
“F-Fuck, if I knew this would’ve shut you up, I would’ve done it sooner,” you stuttered slightly, the pleasure starting to make you tremble.
He wishes you did too, wishes you let him eat that pretty pussy of yours like you deserved. He’s jerked off to this exact scenario countless of times, currently worried he might actually cum untouched from how bad he’s wanted this.
But he attempts to hold off, hoping you’ll use his cock after this. Even if you don’t, he’ll still be satisfied knowing he has the taste and feeling of your clit between his lips and flat over his tongue memorized perfectly.
“Such a fucking slut, ‘Ren,” you whine lowly, swallowing hard as you thrust into his mouth, groaning thickly into the air as you rut sporadically. He bucks his hips into the air, grinding against nothing, wishing it was your warm perfect pussy situated over him.
He’s so turned on that it hurts, a desperate moan from the base of his throat rumbling against your clit at your insult that he accepts proudly.
“Fuck, m’gonna cum,” you shakily groan, leaning down to grab his wrists and hoist them above his head, fucking his mouth freely as you chase after your orgasm.
You grind your hips into his mouth, trembling faintly when he flicks his pierced tongue just right, pulling your climax from the depths of your lower belly. You pant heavily, swirling your hips over his tongue for good measure, using him to milk every ounce of your orgasm left in your body.
You remove yourself from him, laying adjacent to his panting body as you catch your own breath, adjusting your panties back in place. “Not bad.” you breathe out, turning to look at him, patting his chest. He looks over at you, cheeks ablaze with a twinge of red as your arousal lays smeared across his lips and cheeks, as well as in the hoops of his snake bites.
You laugh lightly, leaning over him to grab some tissues out of your purse, your breasts resting over his chest, making his poor neglected cock twitch at the contact.
“You’re a mess.” you murmur playfully, wiping your cum off of his cheeks and snake bites, but leaving a hint of your arousal over his lips, liking the way it glistens like gloss. He presses his hips to your thigh, grinding shyly like a bashful puppy.
You raise a brow, your hand stilling above him as you laugh dryly. “I’m not sucking your dick Eren, God knows where you’ve been.” He just groans more at your words, nearly collapsing against you as he slowly ruts into your thigh.
“God you’re fuckin’ mean,” he pants, his arm over your waist while he squeezes the sheets behind you, knowing better than to try and touch you without your permission. You sigh, rolling your eyes before pushing him away with your palm against his shoulder, giving yourself room to sit up. You haul him upwards, pulling him up until he’s sitting back at the edge of the bed.
You sit on one of his muscular thighs, your knees pressed to the other side of his inner thigh. You undo the button of his jeans and slowly unzip him, watching him pant like an impatient animal, scoffing at the pathetic sight. His cock springs out eagerly once you tug him out of his boxers. Your eyebrows flick upwards, slightly impressed by his endowment.
He’s not small by any means but you don’t think he deserves any kind of special reaction besides basic acknowledgement. However, you have to admit, he does have a pretty dick. You wonder if he’d ever get it pierced too…
“Lick.” you bring your palm to his mouth and he takes your wrist and laps at your palm, wettening it for you. You pull away from his grasp and wrap your hand around his thick cock, pumping him up and down. His head falters into the crook of your neck, his warm breath fanning shakily across your collarbones as you jerk him off.
“Sounds gross.” you huff, resting your chin atop his head while you flick your wrist languidly, the wet sound of you pumping him filling the space in your room.
“M-M’sorry,” he pants out, fisting at the hem of your shirt, bucking his hips into your hand. You shove his hand off of your shirt, rolling your eyes as you lightly adjust yourself higher up on his thigh.
“Oh now is when you decide to apologize. You should’ve been apologizing for all the times you’ve pissed me off.” you mutter, giving his cock a chastising squeeze around the thickness of his shaft. He whimpers, keening into your side, burying his face in your neck.
“I-I’m sorry,” he moans, his voice trembling like the hands he’s got on either side of you, aching to touch you. “Whatever,” you sigh, swirling your thumb over his leaking tip.
You can’t lie to yourself, you are getting turned on with having him behave so pathetically like this. He fell apart so quickly and all it took was for you to talk to him the way he needed to be while you jerk him off.
He’s so sweet when you’re mean to him, eating up every single one of your harsh words, and it’s difficult to feel remorse when his cock twitches every time you so much as glare at him.
“Can I please kiss you?” he breathes out, lifting his head from your neck, his hips jerking involuntarily from the way you’re fucking his cock with your hand. You groan under your breath, eyeing him down before you give an annoyed nod.
“Fine.” you barely managed to get your response out before he pressed his lips to yours eagerly. He moans contently, kissing you even harder when you pluck one of his wrists and begrudgingly place it on your hip, allowing him that one area of your body he can touch.
He groans hungrily, circling your hipbone with his thumb adoringly while he fucks your fist, kissing you like you’re the first drink of water he’s had in years. You can feel the cold metal of his snake bites against your lips and his pierced tongue when it slides into your mouth, the sensations nearly making you dizzy with want.
But you refuse to relinquish control, so you graze his tip with your thumb, seizing his moment of shuddering weakness to slide your tongue into his mouth.
You groan a low soft noise, spreading your legs and angling your hips down until you’re able to grind your clit against his knee. With haste he quickly raises his knee for you, giving you perfect access to use him as you wish. You match the tempo of your grinding with the way you jerk him off, and he can already tell he won’t last long.
He breaks apart from your lips, his shoulders twitching as he tries to stave off from cumming. “I-I’m so close, can I cum, please?” you feel slightly stunned but not upset at his request.
You just can’t believe the annoying asshole whom you’ve hated all term is crying in your neck begging you to let him cum. Your pace starts to slowly melt into a relaxed rhythm before you go still altogether, much to his dismay.
“No.” you answer simply and coldly. He whimpers, swallowing hard as he looks into your eyes pleadingly.
Before he can begin begging you and pathetically offer to eat your cunt again as a means of convincing you, you climb out of his lap and release his cock completely.
“Lay back down.” you instruct, jutting your chin towards your bed. He obeys immediately, watching as you climb over him, patting his front pockets, looking for something. You slide your hand beneath him, searching his back pocket before you withdraw, waving a condom in front of him. He blushes, laughing shyly.
“Did you plan to fuck me today or something?” you raise a brow suspiciously, tearing into the wrapper as you straddle him.
“N-No, I mean, well, I always hope that whenever I see you we’ll get to fuck, but I always just keep one on me,” he shivers when you begin to roll the condom onto his cock, panting slightly from the anticipation of being inside you.
“Figures that a slut like you would.” you sigh, lifting up to align himself with your cunt, running his fat tip over your clit. You moan softly, glancing down to watch the lewd act for yourself. His hips twitch from how you use him, praying he doesn’t spill into the condom before he even gets to feel your tight pussy grip him.
And as if you heard his silent prayers, you sink down onto his cock, your eyebrows sewing together while your lips part in a drawn out moan.
“Shit,” he groans, his head falling back against your bed, his long dark hair pooling around him like an inky mess. You grit your teeth, your head lulling forward as you struggle to take him like this, fighting against the urge to tell him how big he is. “Rub my clit.” you order, and instantly he obliges, bringing two fingers to circle over your clit.
You moan at the feeling, humming with satisfaction. You feel yourself begin to relax and sink further down onto him, bottoming out completely. You lean down, hooking your fingers under his shirt, tugging on it to let him know you want it off.
He reluctantly pulls away from your clit, too immersed with touching you to want to withdraw, but he obeys you and rids himself of his shirt.
You push him back down to your bed, beginning to grind against him. Your hands splay over his broad chest, using him as leverage while you fuck yourself on his cock, bouncing up and down and swirling your hips over him, using his pubic bone as friction for your clit.
You rise and fall, up and down on his cock, taking him in at the pace you’re comfortable with, nudging your g-spot with his fat cockhead, dragging your nails down his chest at how good it feels. He winces at the indents your nails leave, but he still leans into your touch, willing to accept whatever you give him.
His cock throbs inside you, his eyes fluttering shut at the way you grip him, leaving him to imagine how much better it must feel to experience you raw.
But he knows he did this to himself, that maybe if he didn’t get close to you via under your skin, you’d have given him the privilege of feeling your pussy the way it was meant to be.
However he isn’t complaining, getting to feel you bounce on him like this, even with the barrier of a condom, is still more than what he knows he deserves. He can feel you pulse around him, feel how your pussy clenches when his cock hits that certain spot deep inside you.
He loves how you moan above him, with your beautiful face twisted in pleasure as you use him for your own gain; he loves how your arms inadvertently push your tits together while you press down against his chest.
Most of all, he just loves the way you fuck him.
You pull off your shirt and toss it behind his head, capturing Eren’s stare with the way your breasts bounce every time you drop down on top of him.
“You’re so beautiful,” he breathes out in disbelief, his hands hovering at your hips, desperate to feel your warm skin under his palms.
You flit your eyes down at him, and it feels like a goddess has finally spared him a glance. He swears he sees a faint smile cross your lips before you lean down, your breasts flush to his chest as you kiss him.
He groans in your mouth, kissing you hard while you grind down nice and slow over him, rocking back and forth to feel him fuck into that spot deep inside of you. You bite his lip, giggling softly when he gasps from the sudden prick of sharpness. You soothe it with one more peck before you rise a few inches before him, taking his wrist and guiding it between your grinding bodies.
“Make me cum, Eren.” you moan faintly, but sternly and he happily does as he’s told.
He circles over your clit to match the way you ride him, his cock twitching inside you when you grab his throat, pinning him to the bed as the pace of your hips crashing into his becomes more sporadic.
“Fuck,” you shudder, tightening your grip over his throat, hurriedly grabbing his free hand and placing it over your ass, wanting to feel more of his touch when you cum.
He takes full advantage of your grace, squeezing and gripping your ass while he rubs your clit, struggling through his shallow breaths as your nails dig into the nape of his neck.
“Cum on my cock, beautiful, please?” he breathlessly pleads, bucking his hips to add further friction and in hopes you’ll cum hard all over him.
He grows a little hazier and dizzier when your hand tightens more around his throat, his eyes rolling back as the blood rushes to his cock, losing himself in the way his hips meet yours when you slam yourself down into his lap.
He cums just seconds after you tip over into the depths of your own climax, groaning your name like a bitch in heat while you curse under your breath, bucking your hips into the trembling fingers he’s got pressed firmly to your clit.
You shakily push his hand away from your sensitive clit once you’ve had enough, panting heavily as you release his throat only to pin his hands beside his head, your skin prickling with cold goosebumps from the loss of his warmth over the side of your ass.
You grind slowly, pressing your forehead to his as you ride out both your orgasms, your breath sharing itself back and forth between your parted lips.
He leans up and kisses you gingerly, the first act of gentleness between the two of you from not only today but ever. You kiss him with just as much languid softness before you pull away, patting his cheek while you slowly slide off of his cock.
You wince quietly from the loss of him inside of you, your legs like jelly while you clamber off of him. You roll over beside him, adjusting your panties back into place as you catch your breath.
Eren is basically boneless while he lays next to you, dizzy with how hard he came. After a few long beats, he groans, slowly hulling himself back up to pull off his condom.
“If you make a mess I’ll kick your ass.” you threaten half heartedly, still breathless from your orgasm. He turns to look at you from behind his shoulder, laughing lightly.
“I know how to take a condom off, thank you very much.” he dismisses playfully, tying a knot at the end and stuffing it into the discarded wrapper. He tucks himself back into his boxers and zips his jeans back up, leaning back over towards your purse.
“Right. I forgot you’re such a ladies’ man. This is far from your first time having to do this,” you joke, watching tiredly as he steals a couple tissues from your purse. He crawls between your legs, gently parting them before he pushes your panties back to the side.
“Jealous?” he teases, wiping you up softly, trying to not irritate your sensitive flesh. You soften at his actions, raising your legs up into low peaks as you watch him gently drag the tissues over your wet skin. When his response finally registers through the thick cloud of hazy exhaustion in your mind, you roll your eyes, laughing dryly.
“In your dreams, Eren.” you sigh, laying back as you allow him to clean you up. He leans forward and kisses your clit, snickering when you tense up and gasp. You shoo him away, groaning playfully when he wraps his arms around you, pulling you in close.
You grumble as you fix your underwear, turning your back towards him and crossing your arms over your chest. He disregards your closed off actions, instead sliding his hands under your folded forearms to pull you in close to his chest.
He buries his face in your neck, breathing you in and relishing the way you don’t push him away. “So, does this mean you don’t hate me anymore?” he coos playfully in your ear and you shift around in his hold, glaring at him with slightly less intensity than usual. “I wouldn’t go that far.”
“But you let me get pretty far didn’t you?” he hums in your ear, his hand traveling dangerously low across your stomach. You half gasp half laugh, swatting at his chest. “God you’re such a piece of fucking work.” you grumble without making any effort to escape his warm embrace, glaring daggers into his forearms while resting your own on top of them.
“You revel in it though.” he adds, kissing the side of your neck.
“You revel in pissing me off.” you huff, shaking your head. “Both can be true at the same time,” he grins, peppering kisses down the pane of your throat. “Same time tomorrow?” he asks, and you sigh, glancing at him with less irritation than he was expecting.
“Fine. Just don’t let anyone see you, I don’t need anyone thinking I like you.” his spent cock still manages to twitch at your instructions, nodding as he smiles softly. “Yes ma’am.”
