+18 mikasa ackerman and her girlfriend that uses her as a fidget toy Ë.âŠ
Since you and Mikasa moved in together, sheâs noticed how overly touchy youâve become. She knows that you enjoy physical touch but now youâre all over her, hugging her from behind while she cooks for you, cuddling every time you can⊠And she also noticed how your hands fly to her breasts when youâre bored.
You are sprawled on the couch one afternoon, controller in your lap after losing another round of that stupid game. The frustration bubbles up just a little, but instead of throwing the controller, you glance over at Mikasa. Sheâs reading on the other end of the couch, her black hair tied back in the messy bun you love. Her tank top clings to her just right and before you even think about it, your hand reaches out.
Your fingers slip under the soft fabric and cup one of her breasts, giving it a gentle squeeze. She lets out a soft huff. âAgain?â she asks, but she doesnât pull away. Instead, she keeps folding one of your shirts like itâs the most normal thing in the world.
You grin, thumb brushing over her nipple until it pebbles under your touch. âYouâre the best fidget toy ever,â you whisper, scooting closer. Your other hand joins in, kneading both of her boobs now, soft and perfect in your palms. Itâs comforting in a way nothing else is. The anxiety from the game fades as you play with them, rolling her nipples between your fingers, feeling how they respond so quickly to you.
Mikasa shakes her head but thereâs a little smile tugging at her lips. âYouâre ridiculous,â she says, but she shifts just enough to make it easier for you, arching her back a tiny bit because she secretly enjoys being your personal stress ball.
Later that evening you are anxious about work stuff, pacing the kitchen while she chops vegetables for dinner. Your hands find her waist first, then slide up, you press against her back, chin on her shoulder and your palms cup her breasts again. You squeeze them absentmindedly as she chuckles softly, the sound vibrating through her chest into your hands.
âFocus on dinner,â she teases, but her breath catches when your fingers pinch lightly. You keep playing, gentle circles and soft kneads, until she is leaning into you more than the counter.Â
One night it goes further. You are both on the bed watching a movie, but your mind is racing. Without saying anything, your hand drifts down her stomach and slips into her shorts. Mikasa raises an eyebrow at you, but she parts her legs just a little. Your fingers find her clit, already warm, and you start playing lazily with it.
âMm⊠youâre really using me tonight,â she whispers, but her hips twitch toward your hand. You laugh quietly against her neck, kissing her skin while your fingers keep their gentle rhythm. Itâs cute how she tries to keep watching the movie at first, then gives up and lets her head fall back against your shoulder. You rub her clit in playful strokes, sometimes just holding your fingers there with light pressure when you get distracted by the screen. Every little gasp she makes is music to you.
She reaches back to tug at your hair. âYouâre going to make me burn dinner one of these days with these habits,â she says, but her voice is breathy and sweet. You kiss her cheek, still circling her clit, loving how wet she gets just from your bored little touches.
eren keeps chanting it over and over like a prayer, whispering it to you as some kind of encouragement while you struggle to take it all on your own like you promised you could. " that's right..go 'head n' make it fit mama..fuck." your hand was wrapped tightly around the base on him, aiding your cunny.
he hissed when you got down from your elbows and laid flat on his apartment's carpeted floor to get it in a better angle, arching your back. "that's my good girl take that shit." your ass was high up in the air and if eren hadn't seen your pussy before he was definitely seeing it now. "my fuckin' pussy" he mumbled.
erens hand rubbed up your back then back down to your ass, pushing it further and further towards the base till you started to swat at his hands, protesting going fully down. "I cant take anymore" you wined with a fake attitude.
"what?- you want me to do it?" eren was quick to sit up on his hands, white t-shirt pushed up to his collar bones almost tangled with that necklace he always wears. you didn't even bother pulling his sweatpants all the way off. "I just said it doesn't fit 'ren, you want me to say it in spanish?"
eren sat up fully, the movement making his cock push into one of your gummy walls, "watch this." he grabbed one of your arms by the elbow and pulled your torso off the floor with ease. you heaved as erens hands found themselves on your love handles, pushing them down to sit you on him.
the stretch burned, you stifled a whimper - you didn't wanna be the little girl who couldn't take dick she said she could. his forearms flexed as he kept your steady, careful to ease you onto the last few inches of his shaft.
"see?" eren grinned wide, real cocky he was right about yet another thing in life. "told you it'd fit mama." he shifted under you - getting comfortable with the angle. his hands slid down from your hips, to your thighs, and back to your hips. a light coat of, well- you coated his whole shaft now.
you looked over your shoulder at him with a giddy smile, "booo you did that on purpose" his green eyes stared at your own through his short, dark brown bangs. he chuckles when you grind on him experimentally. "man, quit playin' n back that shit up girl"
summary: every breakup comes with post-breakup sex. right?
warnings: filthy!!!!! porn with little plot, dom!eren, sub!reader, unprotected sex, p in v, creampie, fingering, spanking, slapping, lots of slaps in general, degradation, pet names (baby, princess, slut, u get the gist), overstimulation, lmk if i missed anything!
a/n: I just finished aot 2 weeks ago y'all about to be SICKKK of me!!!!! 1st time writing for this guy won't be the last heheheheh enjoy!
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âi canât do this anymore, eren.â
eren never thought in his life would he ever hear you say those words to him, but here he was, heart like a stone at the pit of stomach and body stupid frozen. so obviously, to handle the breakup appropriately like mature adults, heâs got your soft walls wrapped around him, fingers tight around your throat as if he wants to burn his fingerprints into the neck of your skin.
break up sex. itâs normal, every couple has it, thatâs what he said. and he knows you canât say no to sex with him, especially when you know eren will have you like this, pussy drooling around him and eyes rolled to the back of your skull, your hands wrapped around his wrist where heâs got his arm pinning you down by your neck. thereâs still the hollow pit in his stomach, still hurt from the way you slashed those words into him. âweâre not good for each other, this wonât last long and you know it.â he had never thought of wanting another girl forever until you, never cared much for lasting long in a relationship before you came into his life like a hurricane. and for you to say there was no future in the only thing he does see a future in, it hurt.
âi love you so much baby,â he grunted, watching the way he slides in and out of you, the obscene noise itâd make, watched how you took him so fucking well. and thereâs no more of this? forever?
âdonât say that,â you said, breathless, âweâre not together anymore. you donât get to say that.â there was no weight behind your words, and both of you knew it. erenâs hand loosened from your throat, dragging its way up to your cheek, where he cradled your face so lovingly before landing a hard smack on your cheek, you yelping in response.
âyou donât get to fucking speak to me like that,â he said coldly, mood completely switched. his pace never faltered, cock still drilling into you insistently, battering at your cervix with every thrust, deliberate. your hand came up to feel your cheek where he slapped you, your eyes hurt and pathetic but he didnât buy it. âdonât act like you didnât tighten around me like a slut when i slapped you.â his hand came to find your throat again, and squeezed, hard enough to where your vision began to blur at the corners, and you couldnât help the tears that sprung up and threaten to fall from the corner of your eyes.
you hated it, but he was right, and if it wasnât break up sex that you were having, youâd grab erenâs hand yourself and pressed it against your cheek, signaling him to slap you again, feeling dirty at the way it made it you feel. how dirty eren always made you feel.
âyouâre mine,â eren said, his rough hands gripping your hips, bouncing you down to meet every thrust of his hips, forcing himself even deeper. âdonât care if you never want to see me again, if itâs over. this pussy knows who she fuckin belongs to,â he rested his forehead against yours, trailing his hand down and began rubbing at your clit. your back bowed obediently to his touch and you whined, feeling that familiar pit in your stomach, like your skin was on fire.
ââm not yours, âren,â you managed to whimper out between the schlick sound of your pussy made around him, insistent on being stubborn even though you knew you sounded so weak. you needed to cum and you wanted eren to touch you everywhere, but you know better, you tell yourself. he needs to know youâre serious. ân-not, fuck, not your-â
you saw erenâs eyes turn dark, and you know it wasnât good. his fingers leave your clit and he pulls out abruptly, and you winced from the emptiness, pussy clenching around nothing. he didnât leave you time to mourn it though, as he dragged you roughly up to your knees to the edge of the bed, sitting down with his feet on the floor and then bending you over his lap.
when you registered the position you were in, you knew you were fucked. without warning came a hard spank to your ass and you cried out, the sting of erenâs handprint on your ass somehow converting itself into pleasure. when eren spoke, he didnât sound like your boyfriend (or ex boyfriend now, you should say).
âwho do you fucking belong to if not me?â spank. âyou already want to find another guy? already want to show off this single pussy around?â he spat the word single out bitterly as if it was a slur, ignoring your cries and pleas as he kept on spanking you, each slap harder than the last. âonly one who can treat you like this is me,â his voice dropped lowly, pulling hard on your hair to have you face him. and you knew you were screwed. eren gets upset easily, sure, but only rarely does he get mad. territorial, yes, but this is different, a nasty mix of the two and you knew there was no chance you can get him to play nice again.
âfucking slut. i know youâre wet from getting your ass spanked raw like this.â his fingers dragged deftly over your folds and it was the sensation you needed so badly, climax still bubbling for release from before. he slapped you again, this time between your legs, ignoring how you bsck arched, needing so bad to cum. âknew it. canât even punish you âcause you get off to it,â he chuckled, flipping you over. he leaned down, real close until your noses brush, one hand supporting the back of your neck so youâre able to look up at him, the other dancing between your legs.
âyouâre mine,â he said, and inserted two fingers into your stretched hole, watching how your face contorted with pleasure, stubborn fit forgotten. âyou think other men can make you feel like this?â his fingers fuck you hard, curling upwards at the perfect spot at the perfect time and youâre gonna go crazy, you feel like your skin is set on fire and you need to cum so badly your head is dizzy with it, dizzy with so much need. âthink they can get you this fucked dumb? i donât give a fuck who you go to but youâre mine, doll. say it.â
it doesnât take much for you to fold, and damn eren for knowing exactly what heâs doing. âmm, âm yours eren! f-fuck, this pussy is yours all yours!â you babbled, repeating it as if you were a broken radio, hips grinding against his fingers still pumping in and out of you, looking for some sweet friction against your clit to push you over the edge.
âthatâs what i thought, slut,â eren sneered, and your cheeks burn bright red in humiliation, but youâre too fucked out to give it any second thoughts. heâs so fucking mean. his fingers leave you and you cry out, actually cry out, hot tears spilling out from frustration. youâre so overstimulated but for nothing at all, and this knot at the pit of your tummyâs been burning for so damn long youâre actually gonna go crazy- âwant you to ride me. you can do that, canât you?â
you nod quickly, climbing onto his lap obediently, fingers rushing to wrap around him, guiding him towards your fucked out entrance and sinking down on to his cock with ease, grateful that you have something inside you again. you looked like a goddess, eren thought, with your tits bouncing inches from his face and your neck lolled back, sweet sounds falling out of your mouth and he prays, prays you werenât serious because he donât think heâd be able to live without this. without you falling apart on his dick every night, whining and begging like a whore for him to make you cum.
âsuch a good girl,â he said and you preened from the praise, hands coming up to steady you at your hips, fingers digging hard into the soft skin. your moans progressively got more high-pitched and short, breathing ragged and he knows youâre chasing that orgasm, silently pleading for him to touch you just right, so youâd fall completely over. selfishly, eren doesnât want to. he doesnât want this to end, not knowing what kind of excuses he can conjure up to convince you to stay. youâre right, they always argue, always hot and cold, two powerful and stubborn forces against each other with neither of them willing to be the bigger person. but he loves you, so much he feels it palpate out of his chest sometimes, and he knows you got to feel the same. so why this? why?
âtouch me, eren,â you pleaded, fucking yourself on him and your bounces are getting sloppier, weaker as your knees began to grow tired. youâve always been a pillow princess. âplease i need to cum. want it so bad âren, please-â
there was a white creamy ring around the base of his dick from how much youâve been drooling on him, and eren feels his own release threatening to come too, knowing he canât delay it any further. his rough fingers came to your clit, rubbing and it was exactly what you needed. you snapped your eyes shut, overwhelmed and seeing stars behind your eyelids as your moans get higher, desperate.
âcum for me baby,â eren said, voice strangely soft but his breathing rough. âcum on my dick, i--"
you tuned out the rest of what he said the moment you feel that knot tighten in you and you came, so hard it shocked the both of you, squirting all over his thighs and lap and dripping onto the newly washed sheets, your manicured nails digging into erenâs arms and your face deep in the crevice of his neck as you drooped, letting eren ride you through the spasm of your orgasm, chasing his too.
âgod youâre perfect,â eren whispered brokenly, hands kneading at your ass and spreading your cheeks apart so he can easier drill into you, while you mewl and squirm from the overstimulation.
âcum in me baby,â you rushed out, too fucked out to think about the repercussions. heâs always pulled out, but god fuck it. âplease i want it i want it-â
and you never need to tell you this man anything twice. with one last thrust, he cums, dick emptying itself deep inside you, your walls fluttering around as if youâre welcoming it. he couldnât look away and stayed inside you even when his cum started to leak out around him, both of your breathing ragged.
âget out of me,â you said finally, after a while. eren rolled off, and you can feel his seed trickle out of you the moment he pulled it out, your hole spasming from the sudden loss. you looked at the man next to you, hair wild, eyes closed. heâs so heartbreakingly beautiful and if you hadnât have thought about this for so long, youâd come running to take him back. eren loves you, you know that, but sometimes thatâs not enough.
he cracked an eye open, emerald piercing straight through you, catching you in the act of staring. he looked at you, scruntizing, and narrowed his eyes before popping the question, oh-so-casually, as if he didnât care at all.
