: ̗̀➛ fem reader is V, sharing a body and brain, Relic malfunctions, drinking, jealousy, angst, hurt/comfort, car sex, mentioned/past River x V, smut
This fic was inspired by the song Grab Thy Hand by Chevelle!
I fucked River in game out of curiosity and just felt awful after, it was weird. The first line of this fic is something Johnny says to you after the encounter, and obviously I changed certain other things that followed. Also filled with general SilverV angst lol
if it's ok could you write about reiner x f!reader where he has a scent kink? i think he'd be absolutely obsessed with smelling his partner cuz he's a bit of a freak lmao
if you don't want to that's fine!! i'd just like to see you write a solo reiner fic in general, i love your work a lot!!
hi anon! tysm for the request, im so glad u like my work :) I've been sick as FUCK lately otherwise this would've been out sooner -.- short but hope u enjoy <3
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It wasn’t your first date when it happened—it must have been the second or third. You were comfortable enough to have let your guard down, sealing the night with a kiss, and you had forgotten your cardigan in Reiner’s car.
You hadn’t noticed until he was almost home, and you insisted he didn’t need to drive back to return it to you. As much as you wanted to see him again, it was too immediate, and you had hoped that the little mistake would bring you two together for another date.
Reiner was dizzy as he parked outside his apartment. Your smell lingered in the cabin of his car, the faint mixture of perfume alongside something so uniquely yours. It was hard holding himself back. He’d caught a whiff of your hair when you’d walked through the door he held open for you, and his heart skipped a beat. He wanted you to know he was a gentleman, that he wasn’t single-minded, as tempting as you were.
All these regrets simmered in his mind as Reiner stared at your cardigan, tossed carelessly onto the passenger seat. He couldn’t bring it inside. In the car the scent nearly overtook him, the cramped space amplifying it deliciously. He wanted to preserve it, to keep the smell intact for as long as he could. He felt a little wild for even considering it—-yet, Reiner couldn’t help himself. He picked it up and buried his face in the fabric, hating himself as he relished your scent. His hands were around his cock before he could regret the action, and he imagined taking you from behind.
…
You laid on Reiner’s chest, the side of your face pressed against him. Your hands were wrapped around his waist, muscles aching from sleeping in the strange position as you lay intertwined, cloaked in a blanket, warmth trapped under the covers.
“Morning,” Reiner’s voice rumbled in his throat. He brought his hand to your head, petting it affectionately.
“Mm,” you replied, simmering in the moment.You were perfectly content. His chest was broad and perfect to rest on, warmth radiating from his skin, a thin layer of fuzzy blond hairs tickling your cheek.
It was the dead of summer, and your AC was out. You and Reiner were cuddling and had ended up taking a half naked midday nap. Sweat beaded on your forehead, and Reiner’s body was hot to the touch, but you didn’t mind at all.
You lifted your head and met his eyes with a coy smile.
“Didn’t mean to knock us out like that.”
“It’s alright. We needed it,” he laughed softly, the soft sound familiar and sweet.
You sighed, stretching out and turning away from him, but Reiner moved to grip your waist, pulling you closer.
“Don’t get up yet,” he mumbled, his pleading voice making your heart contract.
“I need to shower,” you said indignantly, wriggling in his grip, without any real resistance. “You could join me.”
“I will,” Reiner said, the tip of his nose brushing against your skin, running down the side of your neck. “Just stay, for a second. You smell amazing.”
You blushed. You were hot and sticky, and so was he. Your heart raced as he held you, your insecurity about your sweat in the hot weather slowly fading away. If he didn’t mind, then...
Reiner kissed your cheek, his hands at your waist. His eyes were half closed as he trailed kisses down your neck, and to your jaw, senseless and purposeful all the same. You hummed again and backed up against him, smiling as you felt him harden against you.
“Are you sure you don’t wanna shower with me?” You teased.
“Not yet..” Reiner groaned and tugged you closer. He buried his face in your neck again, inhaling deeply as his hands roamed your body, squeezing all he could touch.
“Really?” You asked coyly.
“You have no idea.”
“Freak,” you giggled and pulled away.
You pushed yourself up and straddled his hips, settling yourself on top of him. You leaned close to his face, slightly flushed as you laid your palms on his shoulders, trying to pin him down, and he surrendered.
You gave him a soft but fleeting kiss, running your tongue on his bottom lip, and immediately pulled away.
“Well? Now what?” Your boyfriend stared at you with an expectant look.
Reiner was impossibly hard, you couldn’t avoid it in this position. His own scent was tempting you, his subtle cologne and musk from your sweaty nap teasing you. He adjusted his hips to feel more of your soft flesh over his boner and you shivered at the subtle contact through your panties.
You blushed at his challenge, and his lack of resistance despite the strength you knew he had.
“Not so easy being in charge, hm?” Reiner’s chest rose and fell as he breathed softly, watching you squirm on top of him.
“Whatever,” you said, and let go. You remained in your position, tracing shapes on his stomach, curious and flattered by his insistence to stay in bed despite the heat.
“It doesn’t… Bother you?” Reiner’s hands crept up your thighs, still straddling him. He watched you wordlessly, holding his breath as you shifted in his lap, and you both resisted the urge to grind up against each other.
“I think it’s cute,” you said with a small smile. “Though you’ve never exactly been subtle before.”
Your boyfriend’s cheeks turned pink.
You loved how Reiner smelled too. It was intertwined into your daily life after being around each other so often. You liked how you seemed to rile him up, like it was proof that he was obsessed with you.
Reiner lifted the hem of your shirt.
“Take it off?” He said, his voice strained. He adored your body, the way you reacted to his touch as if sparks flew from his fingers.
Your breath hitched as you slowly tugged off your top. You had been with Reiner for a while, but you didn’t understand why you felt so shy at that moment. Maybe it was his gentle touch paired with an unmistakable hunger in his eyes, the way he licked his lips as you exposed your tits to the open air.
“Show me,” Reiner said roughly.
You couldn’t help but smile as you cupped your tits and pushed them together for your boyfriend, who was awestruck as if he hadn’t seen you undressed a million times before.
He squeezed your thighs as he watched you, and drew his finger to the waistband of your panties. The fabric was slightly damp and sticking to your skin, and he peeled it away gently but didn’t remove them.
“You’re so hot,” Reiner mumbled, transfixed on your form as your legs trembled. His pupils were blown and heat pulsed in your core.
He pulled the waistband away from you again as his thumb moved to your mound, barely obscured by the damp cotton. He dragged his thumb in a lazy vertical motion, teasing you softly. You stared down at yourself, watching his veiny hands caress you, shivering at the size of his fingers. He continued for what felt like forever, until more wetness coated you, leaving a spot on the fabric.
“Baby..”
“Yeah?” You breathed, leaning into his touch.
“Bend over? Please?”
Reiner could only hide his guilty pleasure for so long—waking up in a steamy haze with you finally pushed him over the edge. He groaned as he watched you arch your back, and you shook your hips playfully, your panties hugging your perfect form. He got on his knees and put his palm on your ass, rubbing your aching clit through the fabric again. He could handle you so easily, and the thought made his cock twitch. He hooked a finger under your panties and yanked them down.
Reiner groaned at the sight of your pretty cunt, slick with wetness that he coaxed out of you, the scent driving him mad.
“Fuck,” you whined as he teased your puffy clit with the tip of his finger. You were aching for more, searching for friction with your cheek pressed against the soft mattress.
You gasped when you felt Reiner part your pussy with his tongue. It flickered between your folds, his hands gripping your ass and spreading you apart as he kissed you urgently.
“Fuck,” you hissed, grinding yourself against his mouth.
Reiner groaned as he started to tonguefuck you, savoring the taste. He needed to jerk off, his cock oozing precum onto the sheets, but he needed—no, wanted—both hands to hold you in place, to keep you in the perfect position as he lapped at your pussy, the tip of his nose buried in your ass. He inhaled as his mouth worked, his senses overwhelmed and his cock throbbing with desire.
Reiner came up for air, only to smack your ass and watch you writhe under his touch.
“Goddamn..” He inserted his finger into your pussy and continued working at your swollen clit with his tongue. He eased it in, to the second knuckle, listening to your sighs, and added another finger, granting you with more friction as you desired. You sucked him in invitingly, his digits thick as they curled inside you.
You moved your hips desperately, eyes half lidded in bliss.
He licked a slow circle around the rim of your smaller, tighter hole. His tongue was warm and wet, and you whined as his fingers became rougher, brushing your sweet spot as he treated himself to your pretty ass. He ate you desperately, grunting and inhaling through his nose as your cunt replied with obscene wet sounds, encouraging him endlessly.
“More,” you panted.
“You want it?” He whispered.
“Yes sir.” You shoved your ass in the air impatiently and arched your back the best you could. You felt pathetic, and you loved it. You trusted him, and wanted nothing more than for Reiner to take you.
Reiner pulled away and gripped his cock, pumping it as he aligned himself with your cunt. He couldn’t wait any longer, thrilled and overwhelmed. He tapped it against your wet pussy, and smiled at your desperate moans, how you tried to back onto him.
“My pace,” he chastised, and he slowly filled you, watching your hole adjust and envelop him. Your walls stuttered around him, leaking cum and quivering until you could take all of his thick cock. “That’s my girl,” he groaned, gripping your hips.
You gasped as Reiner filled you up to the hilt, your clit kissing his balls. He leaned forward and held you, your back against his chest, his arms wrapped around you as he began to fuck your aching pussy.
You grasped at the sheets, moaning as Reiner drilled your round ass, gripping your flesh and bullying his cock deep inside you. The position was simple and perfect for your all needs. There was something primal about the way he thrusted, something desperate and selfish—as if you were more of a toy rather than his sweet, loving girlfriend. The thought made you shudder and your hips buck, your pussy clinging to his thick cock.
“I.. ah, Reiner,” you squeezed your eyes shut, your clit throbbing.
“Yeah princess?”
“God, give it–t-to me..” You said through grit teeth, eyes rolling back..
He was so big, he was fucking you harder than he ever had before. He was usually gentle, sweet, kind—not like you minded the change at all, but the switch in his demeanor made you impossibly wet, your pussy slick with desire. You felt every inch, every vein as he reached the deepest parts of you. He used your cunt to pleasure himself, and cupped your chin with his free hand as you cursed and moaned in his arms.
“You take it so good..” Reiner buried his nose in your hair, listening to your angelic cries as he slammed into you, your ass bouncing against his thighs. “I– fuck…” He growled as you coated his cock, your pussy clenching around him. “I.. love– you.” He punctuated his words with rough thrusts, and shoved his fingers into your mouth before you could reply, your moans muffled as you sucked on his digits. “What’s that? Can’t–mmph... Hear you.. Fuck.. you smell so good..”
Drool slid down your chin as you tried to speak, heat pulsing between your legs. Tears welled in your eyes as you felt your orgasm approach—you loved how he held you, how he fucked you like he needed every inch of his cock covered in your slick. Your legs shook, your body aching as your eyelids became heavy, you could barely hold yourself up as he fucked you, but Reiner’s strength was more than enough. He loved feeling you cum on his cock, your cunt spasming and hips thrashing uncontrollably.
Reiner’s thrusts became sloppy, his vision blurring as he buried himself in your cunt. He pulled his fingers away just to hear you scream his name as he painted your insides with thick ropes of his seed.
☆ explicit shameless smut, rough car sex, semi-public, modern AU, drunk sex, established relationship, Halloween costumes, angel/devil roleplay, blowjob, p in v, corruption kink kinda?, voyeurism/exhibitionism, impact play, light d/s, praise and degradation
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You hated asking Eren to be your designated driver, but you underestimated the advantage of having his car to yourselves. While your friends danced the night away at the third bar of the evening—-after abandoning the lines at the first two—you found your Halloweekend was better spent in your boyfriend's backseat.
You were comfortably drunk, your insides buzzing and your cheeks warm and flushed. You both let desire get the best of you, and soon you were kissing passionately—Eren's hands roaming your body, lips moving urgently against yours.
You clung to his flimsy cut off tee— it barely hid his bare chest, his muscles rippling under the skin. His dark, slightly curled plastic horns brushed the roof of the car, and your wings were tossed on the floor.
The costumes were Eren's idea. He adored the way white fabric looked against your skin, how it hugged your body. You were skeptical at first, but you didn't seem to mind the "corny concept" as he squeezed your flesh through lacy thigh highs, murmuring your name.
He hiked up your skirt, flimsy and short, moaning against your mouth, and you ran your tongue along his bottom lip. He tasted like faint smoke and you like god-awful beer—somehow they were almost sweet paired with his spit.
You were his angel, heavenly and picturesque, a symbol of light and hope. Your beauty was beyond measure, and he growled in the back of his throat at the idea of ruining you.
Eren adored your revealing costume—-the low cut top was only a fraction of how badly he wanted you to show off your body for all to see, and only for him to touch. He trailed kisses down your neck, biting your soft skin and savoring your staggered breaths.
You were so sensitive, alcohol and lust pumping in your veins, your skin hot all over as the heater blasted to combat the biting October weather. His kisses became slower, wetter, leaving no space between you.
"Fuck, baby… "
"F-friends'll look for us, soon—" You gasped, pulling away from his mouth, your hands still clenched in fists in his tousled hair. You needed more of him, despite your concern, though it was slowly fading away with every touch…
"You're so beautiful," Eren groaned. "You know that, don't you? That's why you were being such a fuckin' tease." You had danced and grinded on him after your third or fourth drink, and you didn't care who saw. It made him burn with pride.
The windows were fogged up from the warmth of your bodies, and the symbolism of your hidden rendezvous sent electricity to your core.
"C'mon, please..". You slurred, rubbing against him. "I need you.. so bad.."
"Yeah?" He chuckled, and shifted so that you were nestled between his legs, with his back against the window. He cradled your jaw, forcing you to look up at him. "I should set you straight, angel. Punish you for being such a slut." He laid a hand atop your head and gave you a gentle push.
You blushed as you lowered your head between his legs, maintaining eye contact, his tip oozing precum. You lapped at it gently, and wrapped your lips around him, sucking hard.
Eren reached around and gave you a hard, firm spank.
"Mmph—" Your eyes rolled back at the contact. He tasted so good, you loved how his veins felt as his shaft ran across your tongue. He knew you often got wetter when sucking him off.
Eren's eyelids drooped as he watched you take him, eagerly, sweetly, your makeup glittering in the dark— white streaks around your eyes, your cheeks flushed and dewy. You were everything to him, his perfect girl, and his heart was full of love, his cock full of blood, all at the sight of you.
Your every moan sent a pleasant rumble around his tip, and Eren exhaled sharply, holding your hair as you went to work. You couldn't help yourself, with heat building in your thighs, your clit pulsing. It felt so good, getting face fucked and drooling all over him, licking up his salty-sweet precum.
God, his dick was so pretty, so thick, it twitched in your mouth and you nearly gagged again once you felt Eren grip your ass. He spanked you repeatedly, taking in your little shrieks, watching you squirm against him.
You opened your jaw wider, saliva running down your chin, mimicking the mess between your thighs. You longed for intrusion, friction, for more of him.
"Eren," you attempted, despite the cock in your throat, and he chuckled, rewarding you with short, light smacks on your clit through your panties.
You shivered, bucking against him, and Eren slid a finger under your waistband, stretching it away from your skin.
"Such a bad girl," he tutted, pushing your head down further, groaning at how your tight, warm throat stuttered around him. "Getting all dolled up, in that fuckin' outfit." He pulled your panties down, inch by inch, and they fell to your knees.
Eren wanted to spank your ass raw, to make you blush as you drooled all over him. His digits dipped lower and lower, until he felt your slick folds, enveloping the tip of his finger. He slid it against you, teasing you, and shuddered at how you clung to him, how round your ass was even from this view, how wide your eyes were as he facefucked you.
You swirled your tongue around him, lashes fluttering as he finally breached your pussy, granting you relief.
He held you, toyed with you, and you continued to bob your head, kissing and sucking him, hopelessly in love. You loved how he felt in your mouth, sliding against your cheeks, and every smack made you wetter and wetter. He coaxed another finger inside you, his pace quickening, and you whined again.
Eren's tip kissed the back of your throat repeatedly, and your body responded accordingly—-cum leaked on his fingers as your walls tightened around his sizable digits, thrilled to be at his mercy.
If he kept watching you worship his cock, intoxicated by him as much as the drinks, he'd surely explode in your mouth and cut the evening short. He didn't care for your friends, they'd be fine for a bit longer—you deserved to be taken care of.
He pulled you away by the hair, and paused to observe your pretty face. He gave you a brief, chaste kiss, and helped you on top of him.
You straddled his hips, so vulnerable, and settled onto his lap. His hands roamed between your thighs, your legs shaking as he teased your aching clit.
"You want it?" His voice was rough and gravelly, you writhed against him as his squeezed your inner thighs, his thumb drawing lazy circles on your bud. His hands were so veiny, every touch set your nerves on fire.
"Hell yes," you cried, shaking in his grip. He had so much control over you, the thought drove you mad.
"You're a sinful little thing," he mumbled.
He wanted to eat you out, to taste your cum and flick his tongue against you, to bring you to your peak, and to another, face buried in your thighs as he pulled your legs far, far back—but Eren knew you only wanted one thing, with the way you wriggled your ass against his hand, demanding and bratty. You needed to get filled up, stuffed, and fucked senseless—and who was he to deny you?
He tugged frantically at his cock, stroking his thick member and rubbing it against your inner thighs, lightly glazing them.
"C'mon, sweetheart." He aligned himself at your opening, and tapped your clit again.
You rocked your hips against him, nodding wordlessly, drooling.
"Just like that, pretty girl..."
"Fuck…" You gasped as he entered you, thick and so deliciously big. He was gentle, at first, but soon the sensation of your wet cunt was too much to bear, and he bullied more of his cock inside you.
You both watched as he bounced you in his lap, a short, rough movement, your ass smacking against him, your moans punctuated by soft, wet sounds. Your tits bounced and Eren drooled as they went in circles, your pussy stuttering and creaming around him with every thrust.
Sweat formed on his temple, his head thrown back as he gripped your hips with both hands. He loved you, so much—and he loved that he could fuck you like this, how you loved taking it, how hard you begged for more.
"Play with yourself," he demanded, breathless. His moans were low and desperate, each wonderful noise quickly escaping from his lips as he lost control. "In circles, just like that.. Good girl, so smart. Bet you've practiced, huh? That why you fell from heaven?"
You squeezed your eyes shut, overwhelmed with pleasure as you rubbed your clit, swollen and sensitive as he fucked your wet pussy like a toy. His hands pressed into your thighs, his devil horns made marks on the condensation of the window, and Eren's movements became sloppy and slow.
"That's right, sweet girl.. So obedient." He emphasized the last word with a light smack to your tits, grinning, and your hips bucked. You tried in vain to grind your clit against him as he jerked your body on his cock. His tone was venomous and your cheeks burned. "You love this, don't you? That anyone could walk by and watch you lose yourself to sin, screaming my name."
Shit, he was so hard, and every inch filled you perfectly— his cock looked so pretty coated in your cum, wetness webbing between you. Eren wanted to paint your insides with his seed, mark you as his in every possible way.
"Fuck—" Eren's hips stuttered at the thought, his hands tightening around your throat. "So messy for me," he breathed.
You could barely hold yourself up, clinging to Eren blindly, your ass bouncing on him as he fucked you mercilessly. Fuck, he practically split you open with his size, your nerves on fire as your bodies slammed together. Your eyes rolled back, and all you felt was him—you loved his cock so much, you loved how he held you so tenderly as he degraded you.
"Eren.. Oh fuck, Eren—" You moaned, wet and messy at both lips.
You hoped your friends could catch a ride home. Neither of you were sure if you could stop yourselves—-every orgasm was followed by another, each position replaced to fulfill a new desire, a new sensation. This was heaven.
★ smut, drinking, drunk sex, hook up, college au, oral, semi-public, light dom/sub, voyeurism/exhibitionism, partying, some impact play
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You never thought vacation crushes were worth entertaining—they were nice to believe in, but simply unreal. At times someone would catch your eye, and maybe you'd speak to him, but it never led to anything, and that was that. Part of you wondered if it was just reality. Maybe you weren't that type of girl, or you just didn't attract that type of guy. Yet, there was something hopeful fluttering in your chest as you packed outfits and tiny bikinis for your road trip with Pieck to Liberio.
Ten hours on the road and many discarded snack wrappers later, you finally arrived in the beautiful coastal town where Pieck had grown up.
You'd never been to a place so humid that the car windows would quickly be painted in condensation. The clammy weather made your hair stick to your forehead, and your perfume mingled with your sweat.
Your first day in Liberio was spent jumping around to different pregames to get to know Pieck's impossibly large circle of friends. There were too many names to keep track of, countless faces to memorize, and you could only smile and do your best. You listened politely to fond memories, gossip about people you never met, and got comfortably drunk as the day went on.
Soon you ended up in someone's backseat, squished between Pieck and Sasha as they sang their hearts out on the short drive to Rose Paradis—a local resort where Historia had a cabana by the shore for the evening.
You made it to the beach as the sun began to dip in the sky, the horizon covered in streaks of pink and orange among the clouds. The party was in full swing, yet the rest of the grounds were eerily empty besides your new friends. You admired the tall palm trees and charming wooden structures in the sand. There were fiery torches lining walkways, the warm glow of string lights between them casting tall shadows as guests chattered and swayed.
You lingered by Pieck as she made her rounds to various people, arms linked as you stumbled around, music blaring in your ears.
You kept glancing at the open ocean beyond the tables and chairs, just within reach, but still impossibly far. You weren't sure why you held yourself back, but the pretty sight of the glistening water called to you, and you wished Pieck was in the mood to go for a dip. You weren't sure you could make it very far before faceplanting into the sand anyway.
"I'm too sober for this," Pieck grumbled. "I think my ex is here."
"Really?" You slurred. "You went so hard at the pre, how are you sober now? Wait, who's your ex?"
"Pieck!" A voice called, and she waved at them from across the way.
"Don't worry about it—just too many people from the past," she said, forcing a smile. "Didn't know Hisu was still cool with everyone, but whatever. I need another drink. Come on."
You approached the bar, admiring the colorful garlands and strobe lights.
"What do you want?" Pieck asked as you waited in the short line.
"I don't care," you shrugged, and you lingered behind her as she ordered.
"Um—can I get vodka cran, and a.. Spiked Titan, please."
"You're Sasha's friends?" The stocky blond bartender shouted over the music. His hands were quick, and he poured a mixed drink into a plastic cup for you.
"Yeah, so are you. Porco, right?" Your friend turned slightly pink as she cracked open her seltzer.
"Mhm. Hope you guys have fun tonight," Porco gave you a polite nod, but it was easy to tell that he was unable to take his eyes off of Pieck. "Hisu went all out."
You sipped your drink, delighted with the taste.
"All out, and she still put you behind the counter?" Pieck's tone changed, playful and flirtatious, and you suddenly felt like you were intruding.
You gave her an awkward wave goodbye, and wandered away from the bar. The humidity made sweat trickle down your back, and you fanned yourself idly as chatter and bass pounded in your ears. You hoped she'd have a good time.
You were unsure of yourself now—hesitating to go up to Sasha as she tore up the snack table, and unable to bother Historia as she lounged in a loveseat in her girlfriend's lap. You took the lime wedge on the rim of your cup and sucked on it as you approached the shore, the sour taste making your mouth water.
Your feet sank slightly in the sand, and you drank, and listened to the gentle sound of the waves. You were transfixed on the view as the sun set in the distance. The chaos faded away, and you slipped off your sandals, and set your cup beside them.
You saw a silhouette as you approached the shoreline, a man leaning back in the sand a few yards away. He didn't move as you moved closer, and stood a little ways away from him, his eyes stayed glued to the horizon, waves crashing against him.
You went a little further, and waded into the ocean, heart racing as you inhaled the salty air. The water reached your thighs, your waist, your elbows, your breasts. Maybe you were just drunk, maybe it was the shock of the freezing waves against your warm body, but you finally felt at ease.
You watched the sunset in silence, until the last light was slowly swallowed by the horizon.
You closed your eyes and pinched your nose, and submerged yourself underwater. You propelled yourself slightly forward, feeling the waves move against you.
You didn't swim too far from shore. You were still intoxicated, though the water was freezing and nearly shocked you into sobriety. Water rushed and bubbled in your ears, your hair streaming behind you.
Soon it was dark, and the sky was clear. It was completely worth the drive in Pieck's cramped Miata. Once you had your fill you turned and headed back.
You began to walk the rest of the way as the tide became waist deep. You took in the light breeze on your cheeks, alcohol sloshing around your insides and buzzing in your veins. You rolled your shoulders back and let out a long, happy sigh.
Suddenly you felt self conscious as you emerged, completely doused, and your swimsuit clinging to your body. The hairs on the back of your neck stood. You glanced at the man sitting on the beach, who had finally turned his head your way.
….
When you walked over to your things, he approached you.
"Hey, um—sorry, I didn't mean to stare." His cheeks were tinged pink and he rubbed the back of his neck. "I've just never seen anyone look so… free." He towered over you, and your stomach tossed.
"I haven't seen the ocean in years," you shrugged, as if that had explained it all.
He seemed to understand, and laughed quietly.
"It's one hell of a view," he said. "I guess it's easy to take things like that for granted." His dark hair fell into his eyes, his rough voice contrasted with his cheery floral shirt that fluttered slightly in the breeze, the top few buttons undone. "I'm Eren. Haven't seen you around." He offered you his hand.
You took it, heart pounding. He didn't shake it, and held it instead—gently, his palm enclosing your fingers.
"I'm—not from here," you said quickly, blushing. "I'm Pieck's friend." You introduced yourself as Eren rubbed small circles into the back of your hand, completely transfixed by you.
"Yeah? Do you like Liberio?"
Eren was handsome—-he had high cheekbones and a defined jaw, and wide, stormy eyes that grazed your body.
"Sure, what's not to like?" You said sheepishly.
"It's nice to hear that somebody does." He gave you a crooked smile—oh, he smiled and your heart nearly stopped. His eyes crinkled in the corners and you were hot all over. "How long are you in town? There's plenty more to see."
"Maybe a week, maybe less," you said. "We're just here for kicks before the semester starts again." Cheers and screams erupted behind you as if on cue, a sudden music change riling them up.
"Sure. Gotta make the most of it, right?" He said cynically, shaking his head as he finally let go of you. "Just remember to hydrate. Hisu thinks she has to go hard every year."
"I believe it," you exhaled, regaining your composure, and crossing your arms. "This is my first quiet moment all day."
The warm glow of the resort backlit you both, highlighting Eren's dark messy hair and the biceps that flexed under his shirt as he mimicked your posture. You were practically floating, and your knees were weak.
"That's a shame," Eren said simply. "Liberio's a lot better in… stillness. Tonight's nice and all, but the best views.." He trailed off and glanced behind him.
A tall man you weren't introduced to was wielding Historia's parasol like a sword, and his bald friend challenged him with a kebab. A few people were approaching the shoreline with surfboards, Pieck among them.
Eren chewed his bottom lip as he glanced back to you.
"Do you.. wanna get out of here?"
…
You slipped away miraculously unnoticed.
It was unsettling how empty the resort was besides your party, the colorful bar and Hisu's cabana the only remaining light source as far as you could see. You walked with Eren in the warm sand, towards more wooden structures and closed umbrellas in the darker area of the beach.
"The summer season just ended," Eren said, as if he knew what you were thinking. "Classes start in a week, and Liberio thrives on MU. Hardly anyone's booking again till winter break."
You hummed in acknowledgement, trying to keep up with his stride.
"Do you guys come around here often?"
"It's the girl's thing, really," Eren said, his hands in his pockets. He slowed for you, smiling as you caught up with him. "Hisu's dad owns the place. I didn't really grow up here with Pieck and all of them, I moved for school."
"Oh. Well, do you like Liberio?" You asked.
Eren cocked his head to the side thoughtfully.
"It's... a coastal college town. It's busy, lively... But I think I miss Southern hospitality, if you know what I mean."
"Oh my god—really?" Your voice betrayed your surprise. "Where are you from?"
"Shinganshina, if you must know," he said defensively, and gave you a playful shove.
"Okay, ow! Well, I'm from Ermich, so.. Midwestern, but I kind of understand. I've smiled at so many strangers on this road trip, just to get blank stares, like I'm crazy..."
"Mm, you've lost me there. I've never bothered."
"I can tell," you teased.
You couldn't help how you were looking at him, you could only stop smiling uncontrollably when you focused real, real hard. You weren't blackout drunk, but comfortably sloshed. Your insides buzzed, and you could smell Eren's woodsy cologne underneath the scent of beer.
"Not the best view, but.. you can see better, even just down the beach." Eren's eyes shone and you followed his gaze to the heavenly display above you, the mixture of deep blues fading into darkness, dotted with scattered stars. You looked out to the sea, the endless expanse of crashing waves almost inseparable from the sky. You both stopped walking and admired the stillness.
You turned on your heel, eyes glued above you, and stumbled in the uneven sand.
"Watch out," Eren chastised, his hand on your back as you found your balance again.
"I think—ugh, I'm done walking," you said shamefully. "Fuck these sandals, so sorry."
"That's alright, let me carry you. Come on, put your hands around my neck."
"Are you serious?"
"If you want to? Absolutely. Come on. C'mere."
You gasped as Eren grabbed you by the waist, and hooked his arm around your knees, your head spinning. He smelled so good, and he held you so steady.
….
Eren carried you bridal style into the nearest cabana, obscured by leafy fronds and shadows. It was smaller than where the party was, wooden supports bearing thin white curtains that provided little cover.
You sank into the sizable sofa, and Eren got comfortable by your side after setting you down. You practically crawled into his lap, shivering, and he quickly shed his button up, wrapping it around your shoulders.
"Thanks," you mumbled. "You're, um—strong."
"Had to do my duty," he sighed, and put his palm on top of your head affectionately.
You waved it away, blushing, and found yourself leaning closer, liquor on your breath. You were swimming in his scent, unsure if the dizziness that momentarily overtook you was from the buzz of vodka, or the buzz of him.
"Eren?"
"Yes?" He said, and repeated your name to you in the same tone.
"What's your last name?" You said casually, swinging your leg over his thigh and straddling his hips.
"Jaeger," he responded, brushing your hair away from your face, watching you perch comfortably on top of him. Fuck, he was so hot.
"Eren Jaeger," you said slowly, exploring how it felt on your tongue. "Do you do this often, then, Eren Jaeger?" You could make out his biceps in the dark and clung to them.
"Never," he said, amused. His eyelids were low as he stared shamelessly at your lips. "Didn't think I was the type."
"I don't believe you," you squinted dubiously. He was so warm, and you fit so perfectly in his lap. He had to be too good to be true.
"Hm. You're too cute."
His hands were at your waist, and you prayed he wouldn't disappear from this impossibly perfect moment. You were covered in sweat and saltwater, and so was he—your senses overwhelmed, tension building as you observed each other, half dressed with little space left between you.
You leaned forward, cradling his jaw as your lips finally touched, his shirt slipping down your shoulder.
The first kiss was tentative and brief, lips brushing in a cautious introduction. You felt Eren smile against your mouth as he returned for another, and another again—his tongue sliding along your bottom lip. His kisses were slow, and made you feel as if the world was spinning with every touch. The faint flavor of beer lingered on his tongue, but his own taste was sweet and subtle.
Eren's veiny hands slid down your waist, soft and sure. His lips pushed against you with passion and urgency, and your legs tightened around him.
It didn't help that you were ovulating. Your nipples were aching, straining against your top, your inner thighs were on fire, burning between your legs.
Eren traced lines and shapes on your mound through your damp swimsuit, and moved to nibble at your earlobe, running the tip of his nose down to your collarbone as he teased you. You whimpered, heart pounding as you were dizzy with pleasure.
"Fuck, yes… " You shuddered as Eren left faint marks with soft bites, and trailed kisses on your neck absentmindedly, your legs parting so willingly for him.
Eren took his time with your body, squeezing your thighs and roaming your curves. You palmed his boner through his swim trunks, and your eyes widened at the size of him.
You felt him slowly undo the strings of your bikini and toss it into the sand. You shivered as he pulled away the fabric, your nipples hardening as they became exposed to the open air.
"So pretty," he mumbled appreciatively, running his thumbs over your sensitive peaks, and he brought his face to your chest.
You watched him swirl his tongue around your nipples in half lidded bliss. He spit on them, cupping and lapping at your tits, your back arching in reply. His tongue worked against you, teeth grazing your nipples, making you whine pathetically.
Eren caressed your soft inner thighs. He pulled your bottoms down by the waistband, slowly working them down your legs as he kissed you, and tugging them away from your ankles in a swift movement.
You cradled his jaw and kissed him again, biting his lower lip and humming against his mouth. He pet your slick opening with two fingers while you sucked his tongue, and you shivered as you rocked against him.
"Fuck," he said, his voice husky as he pulled away, his expression hungry and dark. He laid you back on the couch and parted your legs, settling his face in between them.
"Look at this pussy.. I should fuck you senseless," Eren groaned as he inspected your hole with adoration, spreading you open with his fingers. You were hypnotized by the sight of him, and he bent your knees back, sucking and lapping eagerly at your sensitive bud. You shuddered, your fingers in his hair.
Eren ran his tongue in quick vertical motions against your clit, and he eased the tip of his finger into your hole. Your lips were snug around him as he pumped his digits, and your legs shook as you watched. He loved to see you writhe under him, and gave you gentle smacks with the tips of his fingers splayed against your swollen cunt.
God, you loved how willing he was to devour you, cupping and rubbing the tops of your thighs. He kissed your swollen clit and your hips bucked again. You whined and gasped, the sensation making your cunt drool. Eren grabbed your ass and smacked it, and bent your knees back further for better access, to dip his tongue inside you and adore how your clit jutted out between your legs.
You shivered, ready to surrender yourself to the fire building in your core. He brushed his thumb against your clit, stroking his cock with his free hand.
"Touch yourself," he said breathlessly, sweat dripping down his temples. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand as he rose to his feet. Your cheeks burned and you reached between your legs, feeling your soaked entrance. "Just like that."
Your eyelids fluttered. His arms were well sculpted—no, everything was well sculpted. You wanted to bite and lick and rub your dumb horny cunt over every inch of him. His cock was so pretty and tempting—the shape of his flushed tip, the perfect size and length for taking. Eren stroked it, slack-jawed, watching you trace your pussy with your fingers, and memorizing how you looked with your round ass set perfectly in front of him.
"You gonna take my cock, baby?"
"Yes," you moaned, aching. Your breath hitched, and your mouth watered almost instantly. "W-wait."
"Mm?"
You shifted and sank to your knees in front of him, never breaking eye contact. Maybe you were insane. Maybe you were desperate, surrendering to the humiliating urges that overtook you when you were ovulating. Maybe you just adored sucking cock, and there was nothing wrong with that, right?
Your heart fluttered as you opened your mouth for his cock, and you wrapped your fist around it, pumping gently as you stuck your tongue out. You lapped up his precum, relishing the taste as you swirled your tongue around his head, and took him into your cheeks.
"Shit," he said, twitching in your mouth, and his tip kissed the back of your throat.
Eren laid a hand on your forehead, groaning as you sucked him off. You shivered as he moved his hips, and he quickened his pace. You lost yourself in the wonderful symphony of his breathy moans and filthy encouragement, looking up at him with your jaw wide.
You held yourself up with your hands against his thighs, and you drooled as Eren fucked your face. You loved how he felt, it made your clit throb, heat coursing in your veins as pleasure shot through you with every thrust. You swirled your tongue and slurped up his salty precum, tears forming in your eyes.
"Goddamn," he moaned, hips stuttering.
You wrapped your lips tightly around him and his cock continued to slide in and out of your throat. You gagged around his member, and he pulled away to let you breathe—but you inhaled through your nose and took more of him, your moans creating rumbling vibrations on his tip that made his eyes roll back.
You bobbed your head and kneaded him with your hand as you sucked, drooling all over his fat cock and dreaming about how good he'd feel inside your pussy. You were careful with your teeth, your nose brushing against his soft happy trail as you took as much of him as you could. You gagged again, and finally pulled away, gasping for air.
Eren was breathing hard, and pet your hair as you composed yourself.
"So pretty," he murmured. He took you by the hair and guided you over to the sleek table, the curtains of the cabana blowing in the wind. "Bend over."
You happily complied, you were both impatient. Eren needed to fuck you, to empty himself into you after feeling your tight throat, after tasting and pleasing you.
Your vision nearly went black as Eren pressed his swollen head into your slick entrance. You whimpered as you adjusted to his size, and he pressed himself into you slowly, watching your lips stretch around him. God, he was so big, it made you wetter, your cum assisting him bully his cock inside you. Eren gripped your hips, squeezing your waist as your ass pressed against him.
"Eren, ah—" Your voice almost cracked as you gripped the table. He grunted and snapped his hips forward, and your knees shook as he bottomed out inside you. You whined and ground yourself against him, feeling him move inside you, pleasuring your every nerve.
Eren moved his hand to your back and adjusted your posture, your tits aching and sensitive as they squished against the cold surface.
"You're just made to take big dick, aren't you?" He taunted as his tip kissed your cervix. Cum ran down your legs and you struggled to hold yourself upright, lost in pleasure.
"Y-yeah, fill me up," you whined at how full he made you feel.
Eren reached a hand around to pet your clit, and your hips bucked as you felt his digits work against you. He chuckled at the sound that escaped your throat, at how easily he could hold you upright while you became undone.
You jerked forward as he fucked you, your pussy squeezing around him. You whined and drooled and Eren admired the sight of your hot body under him. You were so wet, sensitive and tingling from his every touch, your ass shaking. You adored how tenderly he held you with every nasty thrust into your sex.
Eren's moans became sweeter and more desperate, repeating the same slurred curses and praises as he returned to your cunt again and again. He fucked you deliciously, his veins providing the perfect friction for your needy hole.
"I'm—so close," you said breathlessly, struggling to keep your eyes open as you approached your peak. You moved against him, throwing your hips back and desperately fucking yourself harder on his stiff cock. "Oh—yeah.."
"Yeah?" Eren mocked. "Go ahead, slut." He loved watching you coat his shaft with cream as you whined pathetically. Eren pounded you, drilling your ass and cupping your stomach as you tightened around him. He fucked you through your orgasm, making you scream and ride every wave of pleasure on his cock, your head spinning as you twitched and thrashed against him. "You got it, baby. Gooood girl."
