synopsis: cute boyfie eren gets pouty bc you think he doesn’t remember you prefer curly fries
tags: college au, established relationship, jean’s jealous lol, lunchtime !!
a/n: i thought about this before bed once lol also curly fry SUPREMACY
“What did you do to him?”
You glanced up from your phone to meet Jean’s eyes, but instead finding him staring at your boyfriend, Eren across the bustling lunch hall who was staring at you with a lovesick look in his eyes. You didn’t think he was staring at you dopey, completely loved up, but Jean certainly did. You raised your hand to send a little wave his way, to which he happily reciprocated with a shy grin and his rucksack strap sliding off his shoulder.
“What do you mean?” you asked, shifting your attention back to Jean, placing your phone on the table to give him your full attention.
Jean scoffed in disbelief, “old Eren would never offer to queue up to get anybody’s lunch, let alone when they’re serving fries. The line is always long as fuck.”
You looked back at your boyfriend who’s moved a little further in the line now, peering at the selection of fries that was being offered and swinging his phone around in his other hand. His eyebrows were furrowed, staring down the potato snack as if the longer he looked at it an answer would appear. It made you want to giggle knowing how stubborn he is.
To save him from the war going on in his head, you sent a text his way, ‘can you get me the CURLY FRIES PLS not the straight ones they’re rlly dry !!!”
You watched as Eren’s phone illuminated with your message. The boy glanced at his device, scanning it before whipping his head to look at you now with an embarrassed expression which you knew he was trying to cover up with faux annoyance. Rapidly his fingers moved across his screen and before you knew it, your phone vibrated with a new message.
“What’s he saying?” Jean tilted his head to look at your screen, cheeks like a chipmunk of his sandwich he packed from home.
A giggle left your lips as you read the blue bubble, ‘Obviously I knew what fries u wanted how dare u im a good boyfriend :( ‘
You brought your phone closer to your face, elbows on the table to respond to him, “He’s upset I reminded him what fries I wanted.”
Jean rolled his eyes, muttering, “I hate you guys.”
Moments later your six-foot-something boyfriend came dramaticaly stomping over to your table with two paper bowls of curly fries on a blue tray. A pout on his lips with stray hairs decorating his neck from his loose bun.
“I can’t believe you thought I didn’t know what fries you wanted! I remember things about you don’t I!” Eren whined as he plopped down beside you, automatically manspreading beneath the table.
You let out a chortle kissing the pout off his face, “I was just making sure baby, you were frowning up there!”
Eren released a childish huff, “I wasn’t.”
“Anyway, thank you for the fries honey. Open up,” you lifted a curly fry to his mouth to which he happily accepted, biting it out of your fingers and munching away.
“Okay that’s it I’m leaving.” Jean interrupted, shoving his sandwich Tupperware back into his bag and ungracefully rushing off, leaving you and your cute boyfriend to eat your curly fries together.
fluff, some tears (but theyre not sad just overwhelmed !!)
synopsis: unavoidably, being so close to your lovers face many pecks were given here and there, with soft wavering comments that don’t matter at all or mean everything at once. this was one of those times.
a/n: (i am impulsively posting this knowing full well that i should read it over a couple times lmao !! also first time writing for levi the new love of my life as i binge watched aot from season 1 to 4 in literally four days. i’m not sure if i characterised him well but i lowkey love my oc in this shes very cute) (was listening to the miseducation of lauryn hill while writing this)
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you rested your head between the crook of his neck, your stray hairs tickling his ear lobes. sitting on levis lap was one of your favourite past times. it doesn’t happen often, which makes it all the special between the two of you, simply his body encasing yours and yours encasing his. chest to chest, sometimes tucking your head between his neck your nose bridge along his throat while resting a palm on his chest to feel his heartbeat.
a silent intimate moment, only inhales and exhales to be heard between you both. levi would either rest his hand on your waist and if he happened to miss you that day he’d hug your body towards him where you couldn’t move if you tried, which wasn’t a problem. who would say no to being clamped to their boyfriend? many a time either one of you would fall asleep in this position, together or with one not moving until the other naturally decides to wake up again.
unavoidably, being so close to your lovers face many pecks were given here and there, with soft wavering comments that don’t matter at all or mean everything at once.
this was one of those times.
you giggled, hands resting on his chest and thighs on either side of his legs. levis traced his finger along ur spine.
“what?” his eyes would scan your face, his eyebrows knitting together trying to find out why you were literally laughing in his face.
you brushed your lips against his softly, so close he could count your individual eyelashes if he tried, “nothing, you’re just pretty.”
levi raised his eyebrows in disbelief, glancing down at your lips before meeting your eyes with a bored stare.
“pretty?” he grunted out.
you moved your hand to the back of his head, raking through his undercut up to the longer strands of his hair.
“yeah you, my pretty boy. complaints?”
you both stared at each other as if it were a battle. in the midst of a new giggle about to bubble up as you could see the calculating behind his eyes, working out if he liked being called pretty boy or not. his dark eyes began to narrow, before silently giving up, pushing your head against his shoulder as if to shut you up and tightening his grip around you. in his final act of defeat he rested his head back on the chair now facing the ceiling, ending the staring contest himself.
with levi leaning his head back his long neck was revealed to you. you rested your hand on the side of his neck, stroking gently as you both resumed to silence again.
the fresh scent of cotton consumed you as you ran your nose along his neck, peaking up to see he had his eyes closed. you pressed kisses into his skin, starting from his jaw, then down his jugular, making sure not to miss any mark, beauty spot or scar as you went lower. levi hummed in response, his hands beginning to lazily rub up and down your thighs. a sign he was enjoying the attention.
as you got to the collar of his white shirt you asked if you could unbutton it.
he lifted his head, opening one eye. “if you want. why? do you wanna fuck, baby?” he rasped.
you rolled your eyes at his crude phrasing, beginning to unbutton his shirt, his tanned chest being revealed to you. “no baby,” you mimicked back, “i just want to love you. can i?”
you wet your lips and began to kiss along his collarbones, not getting very far with levi pushing your head away from his chest so he could look you in the eyes again. his head up and face now inches away from yours.
with a pout gracing your features, you scanned his face to see a hint of him disliking what you were doing. instead, you got an almost puppy look from this usually stoic man, his head tilted as if he was trying to work you out.
“do you not like it? i just wanted to-“
“you can love me. please.” his hand went to caress your cheek, his thumb rubbing back and forth slowly.
“wha-“ you began to see tears well up in his eyes, his hand rapidly moving from your cheek to his to wipe them away before they fell.
your eyes widened as it wasn’t often, probably close to never the number of times you’ve seen your boyfriend cry. knowing he preferred to keep that side to himself.
in an effort to comfort him you put his head in your chest, to not embarrass him further by watching him. “levi, baby what’s wrong? i didn’t say something did i?”
he sniffled in response, not knowing why he’s so overwhelmed by your previous comment.
“it's not- it’s nothing” he stuttered out, his lips were a pretty rosy red, matching his cheeks and eyes from his outburst.
“my pretty baby” you pulled his head away from you, like he did to you moments before, but cupping his cheeks with both hands, “i’ll love you forever you know?”
levi’s eyes darted from yours to anything but you, not used to being so open with his emotions with anybody. you wiped the tears softly from under his eyes giving him a sweet smile.
“yeah?” you questioned, nudging him for a reply. “yeah. and i’ll love you,” he whispered back.
you brushed your nose against twice, moving your palms to his bare chest.
“can i?” he nodded.
you went on, continuing your previous mission kissing his chest, every mark, beauty spot and scar.
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“i can't believe i cried over you saying you loved me”
“what can i say? i have a way with words.”
a/n: a new masterlist coming soon, or in words ... tomorrow !!! bc im going SLEEP NOW !!
synopsis: before you, levi wasn’t familiar with loving encounters. encounters simply done out of love for the other.
or: you convince levi to have a bath with you
tw: fluff, with one line of nsfw
bubble baths. one of your favourite activities ever, peak relaxation if you say so yourself. sitting in a white porcelain tub filled to your collarbones of steaming hot water, feeling your body rest and your mind turn off. aches and pains were soothed and your skin left soft. time felt endless sitting in the tub, with no visual sign hours have gone by and the days were moving on unless perhaps half a book you’d get through or the now cold water surrounding your body.
your boyfriend levi on the other hand was not the biggest fan of this activity and you're not sure you’ve ever even seen him in a bath before. obviously, he made sure to shower more often than the usual with his incessant need for everything to be sparkling clean but with baths, he was convinced it wasn’t his thing. something about spending hours sitting in your own dirt wasn’t appealing to him and you couldn’t lie when he put it like that it did kind of put you off too. but seeing the way he dragged his body along when he walked and how he’d hiss if you hugged him too tightly from the bruises that would decorate his chest, you simply knew a calm, hot bath would be perfect for him. though you knew you’d probably have to be more persuading than usual. and what would be more leverage than yourself?
with all responsibilities completed and knowing nobody else would ask anything of you both, you laid in levi’s bed doing different things, together. your head laid in his lap reading your newest book while your boyfriend simply rested his eyes, with his hand occasionally rubbing against your side. today was a rougher day than usual. you became distracted thinking about how levi stumbled through the door to his home and on noticing you watching him, completely hid the fact he was in some type of pain. “you okay?” you worried, straightening up to help him if necessary. “no i’m fine” he brushed off, “what are we eating for dinner?”
you believed levi’s need to always be in prime condition came from his past of always needing to protect others around him, but he didn’t need to do that with you. you put your book down and twisted around on his lap, looking up at him. you studied the slope of his jaw, his long thick neck and his dainty eyelashes resting on his cheeks, an expressionless look on his face. he was truly beautiful and you wanted to be the best for him, help him how he’d help you.
“why are you staring at me?” sitting in silence for so long, his soft yet deep tone made you jump. he resumed rubbing your waist, one eye peaking to look at you for an answer.
you glanced away from his eyes before sighing and staring back, “I’ve been noticing how you’ve been sore lately, more sore than usual.”
“you know how work can get,” levi stated, not wanting to carry on the conversation already.
“i know, i know but…” you took his hand that was resting on your waist and intertwined it with yours, “how about i set you a bath, it will make you feel better, all relaxed and stuff.”
levi went to close his eyes again, “i feel relaxed sitting here with you.”
a soft laugh escaped you, “how about we sit in the bath together then?”
if that was all it took to get your boyfriend in the bath you don’t know why you didn’t try earlier. as soon as a blunt “fine” escaped his lips you jumped up to turn on the running water, even dropping in a bath bomb for good measure with extra bubble bath. the bath bomb broke apart slowly, the clear water diluting into a pale pink with specks of glitter. you made sure to hang your matching bathrobes on the door before calling levi in. you heard his footsteps coming closer, his face already not looking forward to the experience but your sweet smile and tender, “put your arms up” so you could take off his shirt, perhaps made him love you a little more than before.
before you, levi was familiar with sexual encounters. people would come and go. two bodies together purely for the pleasure another could bring and then never to be seen again. levi wasn’t however familiar with loving encounters. encounters simply done out of love for the other. as he shrugged out of his trousers and you ungracefully yanking off your t-shirt and joggers, you both became nothing but soft smiles and giggles. the scent of rose from whatever bubble bath you used and the steam from the bath almost made him feel deluded watching you, truly wearing rose-tinted glasses as you offered a hand to help him into the bath. both naked and unashamed, scars and marks presented to each other but all you could focus on was purely pampering him.
“why’s the water pink?” he questioned, using your hand to step into the tub, the hot water already comforting his limbs, but he’s not about to admit that yet.
“i used one of my bath bombs on you, you should be grateful.” you joked, getting into the tub yourself, while levi’s eyes scanned over your body. you sat on the opposite end to him your feet rubbing against his side softly.
he stared as you automatically sunk down into the tub, hair up in a bun with the water resting just at your collarbones. the water seemed to work magic on you as your eyes slid shut and your breathing slowed completely. levi found himself admiring you in this state was much more soothing than the bath he was settled in.
then all of a sudden, your eyes snapped open and you went to sit up, drops of water sliding down your chest, “this is supposed to be about you, are you enjoying it?”
levi chuckled, his eyes squinting as his cheeks rose taking in your questioning expression. “i’m good babe,” he tried to sink further down into the tub mimicking what you did before, “it feels nicer than i thought.”
you grinned at him leaning forward to press a wet kiss against his cheek. “i’m happy to hear that.”
he opened his arms for you to lean against his chest, “come here.”
you spun around too quickly, causing some of the water to spill over the tub. levi glared at you and you gave him a sugary smile in return hoping he doesn’t ask you to clean it up right the instance. you slowly sunk down against his chest, looping your legs around his. levi rested his arms on your stomach sticking you both together with the pink water and bubbles surrounding you both.
silence settled, levi letting the water soothe his bones and you on the brink of falling asleep on your lover. “do you want me to massage your legs?” you whispered, your mission of looking after him still on the centre of your mind.
“no, no, you don’t need to do that,” levi whispered back.
you leaned away from his chest, his arms falling off you. you giggled, your eyes swimming with love, noticing the glitter decorating his toned chest from the bath bomb and you resisted the urge to cover him with kisses as you didn’t feel like drowning today.
“how about i wash your hair?” you slid your hand into his black locks, massaging his head. you noticed his eyes flutter shut with your movements, almost pushing his head into your palm. with no response you egged on, “is that a yes?”
“yes please, sorry.”
you shifted your body to face him grabbing the shampoo you left by the side of the bathtub. levi’s eyes fixated on your hands gripping the bottle and pouring a glob of the substance into your hand, waiting for them to go back into his hair.
“come closer baby,” levi moved towards you, “get your hair wet please.”
slowly, he dipped his head in the space between your legs, his hair tickling your thighs. focusing on creating a lather between your hands you jumped when you felt a bite on your thigh.
“levi!” you exclaimed as that one action shot right to your core. he rose from the water his hair framing his face and droplets falling from his nose like some type of swimwear model. a sneaky smirk sat on his features, as he shuffled even closer to you and rested his arms on your waist.
“yes?” you rolled your eyes, muttering a “you can’t do that.”
you stuffed your hands in his hair, rubbing his scalp tenderly. “why not?”
levi’s face wasn’t too far from your own so that your arms didn’t have to stretch uncomfortably far. so close you could see the specks of glitter on his cupids bow and on his eyelids. “because.”
“because?” he taunted a smile playing on his lips as you staring directly into his dark eyes.
“because.” you finalised, tugging his hair because he knew why and you weren’t about to do anything with him now.
he hummed in reply, leaning in to kiss you before relaxing into your hands in his hair. “i love you a lot. i don’t say it often.”
your eyes widened because it was true, he didn’t say it often, but you always knew he loved you. “don’t worry, i know you do, i love you too, forever.”
his arms tightened around you, “and thank you for this. i guess i don’t realise when i truly need a break.”
you raised your eyebrows, amused, “it must be all the water you swallowed because you’re being really honest today.”
“shush” he mumbled, pressing his forehead against yours. “thank you and i love you.”
“you’re welcome and i love you.”
you let your hands drop from his hair as he put both his hands on your cheeks for a long kiss, licking your bottom lip for you to open your mouth. you made out a little, all bubbles and feeling bubbly, as you gave him one last kiss whispering, “it’s getting a little cold, let’s get out.”
levi dunked his hair into the water and you again went to wash the shampoo out his hair. you applied some conditioner and snapped your spotty shower cap on him before climbing out and immediately wrapping yourself in your bathrobe.
“do you wanna shower now?” levi followed behind you, “we were just sitting in our-“
“no baby,” you replied sternly, holding up his bathrobe which matched yours.
you titled your head for him to walk into his robe. “but-“
“i’m sleepy and we don’t need too.”
you giggled up at the sight of this naked man in your shower cap pouting his way into his robe you were holding, “you look so cute.”
“yeah sure,” he rolled his eyes, a smile threatening to grow despite easily giving up.
you took his hand dragging him back into his bedroom, resuming your position before the bath. you both feeling soft, soothed and most importantly loved.
thinking about mean and talented violinist!armin who always wants you to come to his orchestra shows where he stands proudly in the centre of the stage like the sun with the rest of the members radiating off of him. armin plays the violin so beautifully, as if it’s an extension of his body, something the rest of the players and the audience admire. armin also knows he plays like a star, from the way his teacher gives him luxury treatment compared to the rest of the group and the way the audience would focus on him, clapping for him. after the show theyd find him through the crowds just to compliment him in amazement (some even with tears) as if he sent them to another world. but he’d never completely pay attention, always waiting until it was time for him to find you and hear your words of praise.
he always wants you, his pretty girlfriend, to watch him practice when you have time. he loves to see you watch him in awe, eyes glassy as you glue onto the way his arm moves swiftly against the instrument pressed to his cheek, creating a soft melody that brings the room to life. then along with the rest of the orchestra, playing their hearts out to match the beauty of armin’s melody though your eyes always stayed on your golden boy, front and centre.
however, being an university student you got your fair share of homework meaning you couldn’t always give armin your attention to the fullest. bringing your laptop along to sit in the empty seats while he plays, your own violin background music creating a calm and serene environment as you tapped away on your keyboard. it wasn’t like armin purposely took the chance to be a dickhead when you weren’t watching... it just always happened in those fleeting moments that he was mean. so mean. sending the dirtiest glares to a new violinist behind him who was not even half a beat off (it was a minor mistake, if anyone was to notice it would be armin) or to the pianist who didn’t count him in correctly. making sly comments under his breath like a warning to them all, just loud enough so everyone can hear. if you can’t get one basic chord correct, i’m not sure what you’re doing here. wasting my time. he’d spit, while turning his sheet music nonchalantly or gently cleaning the bow for his gorgeous mahogany wood violin. his comments made the rest of the team envy him. envy him for being so skilled with such a pretty face, so confident in his own talent he was able to criticise others that had been playing just as many years as him, even longer in some cases. the embarrassment that would flood their cheeks along with the second hand embarrassment from other players had everyone wanting to be the better, the best, all for armin.
you were always none the wiser. not that anybody would, in fear of confrontation from the boy, but if the rest of the members were to ever ask you about what you feel about the bitchy cocky main violinist armin arlert and his remarks, you’d literally have no clue. questioning if they were even speaking about your perfect golden boy. the most fascinating part of watching your and armin’s interactions was how armin would take on another persona in your presence. especially the end of practice where the annoying boy would become a mix of insecure and shy, tucking his silky hair behind his ear and not meeting your eyes. he’d soak in your praise and compliments, the awe laced within your voice and your hands moving to touch him delicately in one way or another. either a hand on his cheek or his waist and armin would always lean into it. accepting the comments and even criticising himself (usually the same complaints he’d make to the rest of the team) thank you baby, i was worried i was half a beat off in the second verse. nobody really knew if he honestly believed that, after all armin could do no wrong when he had his violin and bow in his hands or if he just wanted another soft kiss and line of admiration from you. the rest of the orchestra would always watch on making their own snarky remarks, half hating armin from how gifted and mean he was in practice but also half jealous of you, on the receiving end of his red cheeks and shy voice.
a/n: inspired by this video bc i’ve been playing genshin impact and listening to the sound track while i write !! also im a whore for the hates the world but you concept so i will twist that into everything i write !!
+ synopsis: you give your boyfriend silent treatment after he doesn’t reply to your love confession
+ a/n: i wrote half of this ages ago and i just wasn't sure how to end it? so tell me what you think if you wanna
You couldn't argue with the fact that your boyfriend, no… your ex-boyfriend, no… maybe your he really upset you so you’re giving him the silent treatment but you also really miss him boyfriend is looking really sexy right now.
He stood across from you in your friend Hoseok’s kitchen, in his black denim jacket he only wore for parties and matching jeans, eyes lidded with a sultry gaze your way. His long hair parted in the centre, showing his forehead and revealing sharp eyebrows. He copied your posture leaning against the counter, muscular arms crossed against his broad chest, a beer bottle in one of his hands. You knew he was drunk by the drop of his eyes and the grin that flooded his features, all his teeth on display.
In a party like this, you both would usually be glued to each other’s side, either badly dancing in the centre of the room, drinking till you couldn’t walk in a straight line or publicly making out in the corner of the living room, Jungkook slipping his hand up your skirt to grope your ass. But this time you wanted him to know how much he hurt you, show him you were mad and he embarrassed you in front of all your friends.
Jungkook’s best friend Taehyung dropped you and his girlfriend, your roommate Chaeyoung back to your apartment after one of the best weekends you’ve ever had. The two boys decided to take you both to a spa hotel resort, getting couple massages, evenings at the fancy restaurant and swimming in the private pool at midnight. Being broke uni students this was something you and Chaeyoung definitely weren’t expecting any time soon and appreciated after spending almost all of your time either in the campus library or coffee shop. It made you both giggle finding out that Jimin and Yoongi were tagging along as a third couple as part of a deal Jungkook found on one of those voucher websites, making it cheaper for everyone.
After being together for five months, that trip felt like it confirmed everything for you. How deeply and hopelessly in love with Jungkook you were. His cute boyish giggles as you watched him sit with his feet in one of those fish tanks, as the fish tickled his toes. You filmed him for your private Snapchat story as he squirmed around, his front two teeth popping out.
“Will you suck my toes after this, y/n?” To be honest, you have never opposed to it anyway, you’d probably do anything if he asked you politely. Also, from your own experience you know you’d do things if he asked you rudely too in the bedroom.
You screwed your nose in a faux response, “I don’t want your stinky feet anywhere near my face.”
He pouted, gaze drifting to the water watching the little fish eat at his dead feet skin to your eyes, “really? I’d do anything for you.” His tone so genuine with a comment so simple, he said it as if he wasn’t aware of what it meant to you. Honestly, it could have just been a throwaway comment, but your lovesick head romanticises anything the boy says to you.
How a conversation about Jungkook’s foot fetish turned you into a pile of mush, ready to be on your knees for him at his command, you had no clue.
“Anyway, they won’t even be stinky, they’d be clean and soft after these bad boys are finished with them.”
So then throughout the trip, you couldn’t help but ponder about how much you loved Jungkook. You knew you loved him; you didn’t know what else it could be but how much after five months of dating really surprised you. Both of you haven’t said it yet to each other, showing your love in different ways such as trips like these and surprise visits to the music department with his favourite coffee and a new album you think he’d like.
Now as the trip came to an end Taehyung dropped you and Chaeyoung back to your apartment, ready for the world of university to hit you at full force again. Jungkook helped take your suitcase out of the van Taehyung hired, wheeling it over to you. You wrapped him in a massive hug wanting nothing more than to scoop him up into your pocket and keep him with you forever. His arms wrapped around you snuggling his head into your neck.
“Thanks for taking me, it’s been one of the best times I’ve had in a while.” You whispered into his neck.
“Thanks for letting me take you, I love-“
“I love you.” “-spending time with you.”
You moved your head to look at him directly, excitement filling your veins at finally letting it out, letting him know how you feel about him.
Jungkook’s eyes looked at you blankly. It was as if all emotion left his features, leaving you with a blank slate to work with. In this split second, you almost didn’t know who he was.
You decided not to let it bring you down, “I love you, Jungkook.” You repeated confidently a bright smile on your face.
But Jungkook was silent. His pupils shaking, darting from your heartbroken face to the ground.
Immediately you stepped away from him as if he slapped you, your hands dropping from his waist.
Chaeyoung and Taehyung eyes jumped between you too, eyes widening at the sudden shift of behaviour. Chaeyoung immediately stepped forward to comfort you, but Taehyung lightly rested his hand on her shoulder, hoping his best friend would redeem himself.
Jimin and Yoongi looked on from inside Taehyung’s van, heads hanging out the window like dogs trying to listen to your conversation.
“What? You have nothing to say to that?” you breathed in disbelief. Your lovely Jungkook reacting like this? You didn’t even imagine this would be a reaction when you finally confess. Maybe an ‘I love you’ back or a kiss or just anything else?
Jungkook moved stiffly, almost robotically resting his hand on his neck his eyes still focused on the ground. His mouth kept opening and closing like a fish without water, trying to find something to say but failing. He watched as you kept taking steps away from him now wrapping your arms around yourself.
Feeling very aware of the multiple eyes on you, the hot embarrassment washed over you from the complete rejection from your lover. You went to grab your suitcase handle, ready to storm over to your apartment entrance.
“I would have been fine if you didn’t feel the same way completely but I at least thought I deserved a reply.”
You turned before he could see the tears that threaten to spill into your apartment building with Chaeyoung following close behind you to comfort you. As if he was suddenly springing to life again, he spun around facing where you left running his hands through his hair.
“Fuck.”
“Yeah, you’re a fucking idiot bro.”
It had been a little over a week since you last saw Jungkook, eight days and you probably know down to the hours and seconds is anybody asked. You’ve cried more than you’ve liked to admit, with Chaeyoung in your apartment, once on your way to class when you saw a glimpse of Jungkook across campus and almost once when you were sitting in the coffee shop when you remembered he usually meets you here at this exact time before Chaeyoung told you to pull yourself together.
It wasn’t as if Jungkook hasn’t tried to talk to you either, he went up to chase you after you left before Yoongi telling him to give you some space, he’s called you a few times since despite the fact he hated phone calls and preferred facetiming, so he tried facetiming too and you declined every time. He never knew how to start his text messages to fix the pain he’s caused, leaving multiple ignored ‘hey’ and an ‘im really sorry pls can we talk’ all of which you ignored.
You miss him. Desperately. Meeting him after class, cuddling after a movie and just being in each other’s company, doing different things in the same room. So, it was Chaeyoung’s idea to go to Hoseok’s party he hosted for no specific reason, so you can do something other than mope about Jungkook. She had you wear one of her pretty dresses, one you’d never choose to wear but complimented your figure really beautifully. She also decided for you to switch up your makeup as ‘j word will most likely be there and we want him to know that you’re doing perfectly fine whether he’s in your life or not.’ You weren’t perfectly fine but it’s vital to look like you are.
Jungkook left his beer bottle on the counter behind him before lazily strolling up to you.
“y/n… my baby,” he lifted his palm to cup your cheek but you swatted it away before he could get closer.
Rejection swam in his eyes a second longer than he wanted, swiftly moving to place his hand on the counter beside you. As much as you knew you shouldn’t be near him, this close nonetheless, you were sighing in relief from any contact you got with him after your days apart. Part of you wanted him to feel the same pain he caused you, but you also felt bad for pushing his hand away from you so what were you supposed to do now?
“Not your baby.” You respond, almost childishly, taking another swig of your beer bottle, fixating on this girl across the room from you hugging who you presume to be her boyfriend.
Jungkook still smelt the same, usual sent of cotton sheets and baby powder with a light stench of alcohol lingering on his jacket. Expected at a party. Drifting away from the couple, Jungkook’s put his bottle down resting both hands on either side of you on the counter. He frowned, almost pressing his body against yours, looking at your eyes.
“What? Why’re you looking at me like that?” You feel your body’s betrayal as your heart starts to beat faster as you urge your arms not to wrap yourself around his neck and pull him even closer to you.
Jungkook however frowns at you like he’s inspecting you, “are you wearing eyeliner? You look different. I thought you didn’t do it because you could never get the line right…” he let out a boyish giggle, “remember when I came over and your eye was r-red from your wipes because you kept redoing it?”
You clenched your jaw, looking away from him, still trying to show no reaction.
“It looks pretty though… and your dress, I’ve never seen this one before. This is an uh...”
All Jungkook’s sweetest mannerisms came out when he was drunk. He crossed one arm across his chest and resting his head in his other hand, in deep thought. “You told me what it’s called before… heart something… or something heart…”
It amused you knowing he was thinking back to the conversation you had on his bed while he was watching you shop for clothes. Questioning you on the different styles of dresses they had, this one being his particular favourite.
“Sweetheart neckline! Right?” he says loudly, grinning similarly to when he won you that massive bear one time but instead his eyes glassy from the drink. “Cause it makes your tits look nice and…”
You peel yourself away from him, already noticing yourself fall back into normalities with him.
“Jungkook, no. You can’t just ignore everything and think we’re okay. You haven’t even explained yourself.” You shake your head trying to rid yourself of the incessant need of wanting him to do another stupid thing like notice your hair was styled differently and a specific fact about it that you’ve forgotten and only he’d remember.
He couldn’t have you walk away again, not the second time. Or maybe the third after you ran from him when he tried to talk to you on campus before your class started that Tuesday.
“I love you. I love you too. Of course, I love you too.” He says, raspy and low.
“What?” you respond tentatively, letting yourself imagine it was a different situation where you haven’t been ignoring him and he said it naturally as you wanted him to the first time.
But it wasn’t the first time, he rejected you the first time.
“I love you so much,” Jungkook repeated, his eyes glossing over from tears wanting to fall or from the alcohol you’re not too sure.
You felt like you were about to explode, your body hot all over from Jungkook’s confession and the reminder of him saying nothing replaying over and over in your mind. It all felt too much, the music pounding through the speakers, your heart pounding in your chest. Everything was merging into one and you could see Jungkook reaching out to grab you to bring you back to him.
“Just not now Jungkook. Not now,” you speak loud enough for him to just about hear you over the noise, feeling dejected in every way possible. You wanted nothing more to just go home and sleep. Not to fight anymore, with him or yourself.
You spun on your heel, making a beeline for the door but not getting very far as Jungkook grips your hand tightly but enough for you to pull away if you wanted.
“Can I come please?” he pleaded with round brown eyes.
You pulled your hand away from his, his features falling ready to have you walk away from him possibly for the last time.
“Yes, you can come.”
Jungkook’s head whipped up, his head rapidly nodding and surprise filling up inside of him. He went on to follow behind you like a puppy with a loyal owner.
Hoseok’s house was only a twenty-minute walk from your apartment but walking beside your lover in complete silence with unanswered words in the air made the time triple in your mind.
Silence accompanied you both, up to the steps of your home and as you took the keys out of your bag. Your hands trembled slightly moving to unlock your door but missing by a fraction, slipping out your hands. The clatter of you dropping your keys surprised you both, Jungkook reflexively bending down to pick them up for you. “Thanks,” you breathed, taking them from him and continuing to try to complete the simple task of entering into your home.
Still, no words were mentioned as you dropped your belongings on your and Chaeyoung’s shared sofa. Jungkook’s eyes followed your movements, trying to judge his place in this situation. He watched as you went into your bedroom to grab a clean shirt and then into your bathroom to shower.
For Jungkook it felt like the first time he’s ever been inside your room, despite being in here more times he can count and his face plastered multiple times on your wall. Now he felt like a stranger, perching himself on the corner of your bed because he knew you hated when outside clothes touched where you slept. Was he staying or going? Did you want him here? Do you still love him? A million thoughts raced around his head that he didn’t notice the sound of the shower halting and you padding out.
“I’m going to sleep.”
His oversized grey T-shirt, too big for him and even larger for you sitting on your body. All your makeup was removed and you looked sleepy. Precious and sleepy. Jungkook just wanted to wrap his arms around you. And maybe Jungkook’s wavering drunk delusion missed the impatience that also sat in your features.
“So, are you coming to bed or just gonna sit there? I hate when your clothes that sat in Hoseok’s dirty sofa and probably the bus is on my bed,” you muttered climbing into bed, unsure of what you even felt now. Your annoyance was still justified, right?
“Can I sleep in here with you?” Jungkook whispered, standing up to remove his clothes after your blessing yet still making sure you want him there.
“Sure.” You replied with nonchalance, juxtaposing the obvious tension.
Jungkook switched the light off to let you sleep, darkness flooding the room. You heard movement around, assuming Jungkook’s getting clean clothes to wear from his designated draw.
“I’m just gonna shower be back in a second.”
You hummed in response closing your eyes but sleep doesn’t come easy.
After multiple tosses and turns, the mattress slumped beside you, a body rolling over to face you.
“I know you’re not asleep,” Jungkook sighed moving onto his back facing the ceiling.
“I’m sorry I didn’t say anything when you told me. I don’t even have an excuse, I-I just felt overwhelmed because I’ve never felt love before. Well before you. Everything I feel with you is love. I’ve been I love with you since I met you,” Jungkook spluttered, his train of thoughts crashing into each other.
You rested your hand on Jungkook’s chest to placate him, feeling the rapid beat of his heart and his shaky breath. Jungkook clasped your hand with both of his, raising it up to his lips.
You felt wet drops stream into your knuckles and Jungkook’s breath making your hands moist. You opened your eyes, immediately widening them to try to make out the water lining his eyes.
“Jungko-“
“No-no baby,” Jungkook stuttered, the tremble in his voice evident, “I need you to know I love you and I-“
You pulled away from him to sit up on your forearms, moving to wipe his eyes and caressing his face in your palms.
“Jungkook stop,” you told him in the darkness. “It’s okay.”
You pressed your lips against his messily, only getting the corner of his mouth and a wet cheek.
“Yeah?” He murmured, as you shifted to rest your head on his heart.
“Yeah, it is honey, but we can talk about it tomorrow when we both don’t feel like this,” you say closing your eyes, rubbing your hand up and down your boyfriend’s arm to calm him.
“Okay, I love you.” Desperate to hear the three words from you.
“And I love you.”
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a/n: and after this they had one long healthy talk with many kisses, tears and i love yous
synopsis: When a comforting blanket of silence covered you both, it clicked for Levi, “you like looking after me... tending to me.” He whispered; eyes still closed as you swiped the last bit of cream under his chin.
or: you shave levi's face in the bathroom (domestic pampering levi series continues!)
tags: mention of razors (bc ur shaving his face), lots of love, established relationship, levi’s got a job where he kills people (like in real aot lol)
“And then she turned around and said it was my fault! Mine!” you exclaimed, swinging your legs back and forth, perched on your bathroom countertop. You had a thing for being close to him while he did the most normal, domestic things; though he could probably say the same about himself as he went to wash up right after you did. You always go off on a tangent while he listened giving some quick quips to encourage you to continue.
Levi side-eyed you with a mouth full of foamy toothpaste. Taking a pause from his scrubbing to offer you, “I mean… isn’t it?”
Your eyes trailed up Levi’s toned forearm which was gripping the side of the sink as his other hand held his toothbrush, some of the toothpaste coating his bottom lip. You both were dressed in your pyjamas, an oversized t-shirt for you and a short white sleeve t-shirt that hugged your boyfriend’s body, both in matching red plaid bottoms. When you first offered him the bottoms, boasting about how matching would be cute, Levi rolled his eyes but you never failed to notice how he’d always slide them on after you did.
“Hey! You’re supposed to be on my side,” you knocked your leg against his side lightly as he bent over to spit out the toothpaste, “I spent hours finishing that project, you saw me, and I accidentally left the memory stick at home. Doesn’t mean Petra can get mad at me.”
You saw a hint of a smile on Levi’s face as he washed out his mouth and wiped his face with the running water.
Usually, whenever you complained to Levi, he knew you just wanted sympathy and understanding over logic because you mostly know where your faults lie in your issues. So as a good boyfriend he’d give you sympathy and understanding right after he lightly lectures you with logic. He moved to grab his towel that hung on the radiator, patting his face dry.
“It still is your fault you forgot it, baby,” from your position on the counter you grabbed his arm yanking him over for him to stand between your legs, “and that was a massive percentage of your grade, I’d be mad if I was her.”
Levi effortlessly threw the towel he was holding into the wash basket, then turned to you to rest his hands on your waist. At this position, you sat slightly taller than Levi, the best position for him to reach up to run his nose up your neck as if he was scenting you before resting his head on your shoulder. You refused to move for a moment, a pout on your lips and your eyebrows set in a frown. Obviously, he was correct but still!
“But the project is great because you both worked hard so the marks that get knocked off for being late won’t make much of a difference will it?” he questioned gruffly, placing fleeting kisses along your jaw as if to soothe you.
You jutted your head out so he could have more access, still not answering. Levi let out a breathy laugh at your childishness, the fresh minty scent filling your nose.
“Right baby?” he said between kisses, glancing up at you, his dark eyes slightly filled with the want to sleep and unmistakably love.
“Yeah, yeah whatever,” a dramatic sigh left your lips, not wanting to give in, “you’re all spiky, when did you last shave?”
Levi stopped his actions on your jaw to look at his face in the mirror behind you, rubbing his chin and feeling the growing hairs beneath his fingertips. He leant in slightly, eyes peering at his reflection to inspect his face.
“I think it was last week? Or maybe two?”
“Do you want me to do it for you?” you beamed, both your hands pressed into the counter beside you, already excited for your new task.
Levi crouched down to rummage for his electronic trimmer and razors he’d leave in your bathroom cupboard by your swinging feet, “do you even know how to?”
“How’s it any different to shaving my legs? And believe it or not, I used to shave my face when I was like 14 before I found waxing strips.” You grabbed the trimmer from his hands, immediately plugging it into a nearby socket. The rapid whizz of the razor with the toothy grin on your face had Levi slightly precarious, raising his eyebrows.
“I’m not sure I trust you with that near my face.” He muttered but you were already on the move, snatching a bottle of shaving cream you left on the counter previously.
“C’mon, let’s get started,” you sprayed the cream in two dollops into your palm, then rubbing your hands together. You spread your legs open for him to stand back between them.
Levi did again, resting his hands on your thighs and shutting his eyes when the cold cream softly covered the bottom half of his face. You moved your fingertips back and forth, over his cheeks to his upper lip, covering as much as you could in an even layer.
When a comforting blanket of silence covered you both, it clicked for Levi, “you like looking after me... tending to me.” He whispered; eyes still closed as you swiped the last bit of cream under his chin.
“What do you mean?” you asked, opting instead to use one of his many black and blue razors, very clearly marketed towards men. It made you want to laugh like all razors didn’t do the same job. Instead, you met your boyfriend’s eyes, resting your free hand on his neck to steady his head.
“Like setting me baths, giving me massages, washing my hair…” he trailed off as you made the first slow swipe of the razor on his cheek.
“I’m shaving down right?” you breathed, your words tickling his lip from your close proximity.
Levi let out an airy laugh, “Yes, I shave down. And about what I said?”
You pondered on the question, plugging the sink and filling it up a quarter full of lukewarm water. Waving the razor to unclog the hairs and foam, you zoned into your movements, making another clean strip on his cheek next to your last one.
“I don’t know. I love you and I want you to feel that. And you’d do anything for me,” a small tender smile graced your cheeks, “I mean, you’d literally kill to make me happy.”
Levi suddenly felt grateful for the cream coating his cheeks so you didn’t see the blush beginning to spread. It was true he’d kill for you in a heartbeat. “Well, that’s not a lot coming from me.” He shrugged, backtracking from your statement.
You furrowed your brows, lightly tapping his chin as if a warning, “Don’t say that. Everything you do is to protect your loved ones. You’re not as heartless as you think.” You leant in to move to his upper lip, “If anything you’ve got the biggest heart I know.”
You copied what you did before, shaking the build-up in the razor into the sink and facing your lover again. Levi’s eyes followed your movements, a strand of his obsidian hair falling in front of his eyes. As if it was a reflex, you tucked it behind his ear.
At a loss of words, he said the only ones that could come to mind. In a sleepy infatuated drawl, “I love you.”
It felt like you both were encased in your own bubble, just you and him. That maybe if you blinked even slower and he focused on the caress of your hand on his neck, he could convince himself you both were the only ones left in the world.
You lightly pecked his lips and rubbed your nose across his in an Inuit kiss, careful not to get any cream on your face, “and I, you.”
Levi scoffed as you moved onto his other cheek, “Say it to me properly or not at all.” He squeezed your thighs harshly, drawing a giggle out of you.
“I love you, Levi.” You sang, your cheeks round like baked bread and your nose all scrunched up. Levi kissed your nose, as you whined that he got shaving cream on your face, but all he could think was that he was happy with the choices he made that led him to you.
Finishing up his face you rang a clean cloth of hot water over the sink and went to wipe it over his face, clean of all the left-over hairs and cream. You radiated glee, squealing like a baby at your boyfriends’ new clean-cut appearance. You cupped his face in his hands, pressing kisses onto both his cheeks and lastly his lips. “You should let me do this every time.”
The man rolled his eyes, soaking in your affection. “Pass me a mirror.”
You passed him your pink handheld mirror beside you, watching as he rubbed his cheeks and pouted his lips left and right to see you got every single hair.
“I guess you did do well.” He finalised.
“Yeah, I did, I didn’t cut you once.” You replied confidently, jumping down from the counter, grabbing the mirror from his hands.
“True, you didn’t.” He loved to prolong his praise and thanks to seeing you impatiently rocking from the ball of your foot to your heels. You watched him expectantly with your eyelashes fluttering against your cheeks and your shoulders high, waiting for more from him.
“Thank you, baby.” Levi laughed as you relaxed, grabbing his hand to drag him to bed with you.
“Wait I haven’t dried my face yet!”
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a/n: the bath and hair washing mentioned was from my other fic ! as always tell me what you think !! header made by me
· synopsis: eren’s needs to finish his job of counting the cash of this weeks earnings but how can you blame him for choosing to pleasure his pretty, high girlfriend on it instead?
· warnings: 18+, both high from the good mary jane, recreational use!, most likely illegal money but don’t tell, swearing, kissing, thigh riding, fingering, slight choking, captain levi’s on the phone at one point so voyeurism?, one tear shed probably, grabs a tiddie, denial / edging, on the dining room table on top of money, erens kinda mean but not really he's a sweet boy that loves his gf
· rating: 18+, r
· wc: 2.5k
· a/n: i wrote half of this MONTHS ago for my bestie jeon jungkook but idk it felt better with eren now and jungkook would play eren in a live action anyway so it works. this is my first ever smut so if its shit its not my fault !! also i wrote this before my levi one so i guess the pretty boy sitting on his lap idea just lives in my brain constantly and i love a stoner boy so
"what’s a pretty boy like you doing with all this... money?”
as if you appeared from the shadows, eren turned around from his seat at his dining table to see you standing at the doorway. he was surprised he didn’t hear you come in, knowing how clumsy you’d get when you were high. you walked sultry towards him, taking in his slouched lazed posture, his black undershirt and grey joggers. his eyes scanned your body top to bottom, taking in your little boy shorts, pastel camisole and a dainty necklace around your neck. one of his favourite outfits on you and you knew that. in turn, you loved his hair in his signature little bun, with dark strands escaping and decorating his face.
eren had stacks of cash in front of him, multiple, maybe thirty if you wanted to count, all with a rubber band wrapped around them three times. it was his turn to count this week's earnings and it was a job he would say he's close to absolutely hating. the slow task of ordering by amount, then placing it on the silver cash counter he had before him.
“me? a pretty boy?” a deep chuckle, resided from his chest. he’s never heard that line from you before.
you stood behind him, massaging slow circles into his shoulders. you could tell he must have been smoking earlier with the strong stench of marijuana coating his body, probably matching you from your earlier session with connie. eren’s hands continued to move stacks out the rubber band, onto the machine, wrapping them up again and putting them in a new pile. the repetition of his moments you found almost comforting to watch, his hands moving fluidly as if it were a dance, but you couldn’t help but wonder what it would feel like if they were somewhere else.
he cocked his head back, resting between your breasts peering up with glazed over red-rimmed eyes. his brows raised in response to your comment with his tongue poking his left cheek. you plopped yourself down on his lap, his arms surrounding you.
“yeah, you know i love pretty boys,” you breathed into his ear trying to press your body closer to his warm one as humanely possible as you could.
your ass sat right on his dick, legs hanging off on either side of him, like a koala. you began softly pressing soft kisses up to his jugular, running your nose up his neck as you moved. eren hummed in response, the pleasure from the simple kisses exemplified in his state. his hands rested on the globes of your ass, squeezing your cheeks when you reached ticklish spots.
you dragged your tongue up his neck, sloppier than usual in your intoxicated state and you started grinding down on him slowly, an action you didn't realise you started doing, caught up in gratifying your boyfriend. eren loved it when you were high and horny even if it did distract him from his mundane task of counting stacks that he had to get done before levi called. but he would never deny you looking so precious on his lap, or maybe he would for his own fun. you became so warm and slow, touching him so delicately which didn’t match your usual movements.
“oh please,” he remembered to reply, lazily rolling his eyes before flicking them from your tits in your camisole to your glazed droopy eyes. “we both know you’re only with me for the free weed.”
you softly giggled, all cute and adorable. you pressed your thumb on eren’s bottom lip, rolling it out to reveal his bottom teeth before letting it snap back.
“i always offer to pay you back,” you paused, starting to grind down faster on his growing dick. “i do anyway with my sweet kisses in the morning and my wet pussy in the evening, right?”
it’s true. along with your enhanced libido came increased sensitivity and a pussy that gets soaked quicker than usual. you grinned, resting your hands on his shoulders gripping the fabric of his black t-shirt.
eren let out a deep raspy chuckle, ‘i do love your wet pussy.’
he placed his palm on your back pressing you to him so you don’t fall back as he leaned forward to pick up the spliff he rolled earlier and his lighter off his porcelain ashtray.
eren leant back again, rolling his lips in and placing it between them. he bore his emerald eyes into yours as his thumb flicked the flame on and rested it under the spliff.
it was as if everything was in slow motion, watching him pinch it between his fingers and inhale, the end glowing a crisp red. you felt as if you were going cross-eyed watching it glow between his pretty pink lips and you didn’t know if you wanted to kiss him or take a hit more.
he blew the residue in your face, the grey smoke reflexively making your eyes flutter shut.
you opened your eyes to see your boyfriend gesture the drug towards you.
“you wanna hit baby?” his words slurred together, his head tilting to the side as if it was too heavy for him to hold up. a single strand of hair flopped in front of his eye so you tucked it back behind his ears.
you took it from his fingers flipping it around and placing it between your lips and taking a long drag. now it was eren’s turn to zone in on your mouth whilst resting his hands on your hips, shifting your body to his right thigh. your eyes became heavy as if you wanted to fall asleep right there on your boyfriend along with the incessant need to sit on his dick as soon as he’d let you. you knocked the excess from the spliff in the tray behind you, facing your boyfriend again, letting out a childish whine.
“what?” he laughed, already knowing what you wanted.
“i’m feeling...,” you went to place your hand on his now hard dick, grinding your hand down. but eren grabbed your wrist, halting your movements.
“feeling what huh baby?” he went to kiss your cheek softly, juxtaposing the rising energy within the room, “come on, use your words.”
you pouted, knowing the game he was playing. the one where you don't get what you want until you do what he says. “can i sit on you baby? i’m so wet for you.” you complimented your speech with a continued grind on his thigh, trying to get anything out of this situation.
“no.”
“no?” you repeated. eren tried his best with withhold the grin he wanted to show from your surprised confusion.
“use my thigh, i’m busy,” in the strongest voice he could muster. you sighed in reply, really wanting to be filled up at this moment, but at least he’s letting you use his thigh.
“i didn't know you were so ungrateful, princess?” your eyes widened, a moan releasing from the feeling in your core building up as you dragged your clit along his muscular thigh. “be quiet so i can count or i won't help you later.”
eren continued his task, the sound of the machine fanning out the money and revealing a number on the green screen then wrapping it up again. you began to rut your hips against him feeling close to your release but needing more.
“eren baby?” you rasped out, gripping his bicep with one hand, resting your head on his shoulder. already a fucked out look on your face, not even from doing too much on him.
“yes, baby?” he responded, not even looking at you.
“can i borrow your hand please?” you almost whispered, as if you were close to falling asleep.
eren decided to peep down at you, his pretty girlfriend soaked on his thigh. he could feel the wetness through the joggers he had on. your hair was a frizz from the heat in the room and your lips pink from biting down on them. he didn't have much left to do now and levi hadn't called yet asking if he’d finished yet.
he lifted your head and kissed you directly on your lips, your mouth already opening to let him in. as if energy emerged from nowhere you began you start your hips again on his thigh, the rough friction making you moan in his kiss, his tongue playing with yours.
he moved his hand into your shorts, two fingers circling hard around your clit while you bucked into him. “you like that princess yeah?” he broke away from your kiss to mutter, moving his lips to scatter kisses along your neck. you arched into his hand, flinging your head back to give him more space along your neck. “so good baby… you're so good to me.” you uttered breathlessly, just as eren’s fingers began to move faster you felt a vibration across your leg coming from his pocket.
a moan left your lips, annoyed from the disruption, “don't answer it, just… just…” as you began to feel the build-up so close to your release eren slowed his fingers down and gripped your hips with one hand, stopping your movements.
you felt your eyes getting wet, tears wanting to fall from being so close to now so far. the sound of the vibration continued, with eren reflexively moving his hand from your waist into his pocket to retrieve his phone. his superiors name glowed on the screen.
“i hate you,” you muttered out. of course, eren’s want to keep his boss happy mattered more than you, his girlfriend so close on his lap.
eren chuckled in reply answering the call and continuing to draw slow circles on your wet clit. your annoyed face was cute and the more he edged you now, the harder it hit you later, it was all for your pleasure.
“hello?” immediately you heard levi’s voice on the other end, cutting eren off before he could finish his greeting.
“are you finished or what? you're taking fucking ages.”
eren rolled his eyes looking at his hand deep in your shorts and you're scrunched up impatient expression as you laid on his pec, begging him to end the call with your eyes.
“i have one batch left,” eren moved his fingers from your clit to your pussy, immediately thrusting three fingers into you, “i’ll get it to you on time.”
you let out one long moan the sound of his fingers in your wetness, turning you both on even more.
“jaeger you better not be fucking around on my money. i swear to god.” you heard levi’s static voice over the phone and you couldn’t find it in yourself to care that he heard.
“im not fucking on it, besides it’s not just yours.” eren retorted, biting his lip as he watched your expression contort, your mouth hanging open as he began a rhythm, feeling your pussy tighten around his fingers. he felt his dick grow harder at the feeling, wanting to be inside you now.
“it’s gonna be just mine if you get any shit on it. hurry up.” with that levi hung up the phone and eren stuffed it back in his pocket completely disregarding what was just said as he removed his fingers from you and placed you on the dining table before him, stacks of money plopping onto the ground. you winced at the feeling of nothing inside you as eren stood up and began to slide your shorts off your body.
“you’re gonna be good for me yeah?” the change in your boyfriend almost made you want to laugh, as he began to move faster than before, now wanting to reach his own release.
“i’m always good for you baby,” you grinned, beginning to reached up to kiss along his jaw as he moved to pull down his joggers and underwear in one rough motion. you tugged his shirt, urging him to pull that off too, his necklace hitting against his collarbones as he did.
“yeah right, you didn’t even care he heard you moan,” eren choked out as you gripped his dick from the base, moving up and down, completely avoiding his head.
“coming from you, literally about to fuck me on the money he told you not too,” you teased back pulling his head down into another kiss.
eren parted from the kiss, a grin flooding his face. he began sneaking his hand under your camisole to push you back onto the table. his hand went to hold your breast squeezing, then pinching the nipple, you releasing a moan.
“am i hearing you telling me you don’t wanna be fucked?” he gripped his stiff dick and began stroking it up and down your slit.
“no, no i do,” you begged, not giving him a chance to run away, “fuck me eren please.”
with the green light, eren rammed his cock into you, pushing your thighs apart as your legs began to feel boneless. your moans began to turn into cries with every thrust feeling the tip of his cock hit the spot you love.
“you’re really creaming my cock baby,” eren grunted out, the hair in his bun coming free from his strong movements. the table shook, more stacks of money falling to the floor, as you could just about mumble incoherently back to him.
“my pretty, aren’t you? you’re… you’re…” you could tell eren was close, he’d kill you if you mentioned how quick he came when he was high. he went to grip your neck, squeezing slightly, your wet eyes urging him on and with his other hand, he shifted to rubbing your clit with his thumb. if he’s about to come, you're coming together.
holding onto his wrist around your neck you let out a scream, rocking into him with every movement, “i'm about to, baby I’m about to-,“ you stuttered, before you whined out his name, squeezing your eyes shut and leaving just your mouth open in a silent orgasm.
“are you good, princess? i’m gonna come for you,” you flickered your eyes up to your lover as he let out a high moan before his arms giving out and falling on your body.
after a minute’s silence of catching both your breaths on the table, there's nothing more you both wanted to do then go to bed, but eren still had a job to finish off and his wet dick was still inside you.
you tapped his cheek, “come on baby, we need to clean up and you need to finish up.”
“i already did finish,” a boyish chuckle rumbled through him, his tired eyes sinking into yours. “i love you.”
you rolled your eyes sitting up and rolling him off you, “i love you too, now come on before your bestie calls you again.”
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“i can't believe you actually fucked on the money, i smelt the sex as soon as i opened the bag, you fucking brat.”
