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mikasa is eren adopted sis and one night their parents left them so eren invited his friends into their house. they made mikasa join them and gave her drinks. one of eren's friends started touching her cunt. mikasa looked at eren and eren told her that it's okay and they're just messin around. mikasa felt her pussy is wet so she told eren. eren made one of his friends lick mikasa's pussy. she thought they were helping her clean it. then they got wilder. they do that another time and mikasa thinks it's normal.
oh and they always take a picture or video of mikasa being a good slut
I’ve had my eye on this ask for a while now bc it’s just so fucking spicy I can’t 😩 anyways I added some sprinkles of noncon to this I hope u don’t mind 🙏🏽 also I made it stepcest simply bc it was easier
Characters: Eren Jaeger, Porco Galliard, Jean Kirschtein, Connie Springer, Mikasa Ackerman
party favour [1]
cw: stepcest, humiliation, noncon/coercion, sharing. 18+ only. PLEASE AVOID IF YOU DONT LIKE THESE THEMES
Eren’s always known his little sister’s had this weird obsession with him. A crush, if you can call it that, from the time his stepmother introduced her daughter to him. He’s never cared too much about it; college life is exciting enough with all the parties and the cute girls who are happy to throw themselves at him, he doesn’t really need to care about the high school senior at home who’s always flustered whenever he passes by.
Although she is kind of cute, with her small pink lips and her little nose. And he’s seen her working out so he definitely knows she has a nice body. But whatever, if he’s had a passing dream about her at night, he’s never spared more of a thought then just taking care of it in the shower and shrugging her off at breakfast.
So when he decides to invite his mates from college over for a house-party when his parents are away on vacation, he doesn’t expect to find her at home, lounging around in a tank top and mini skirt.
“What are you doing here, Mikasa?” He asks, dumping the crates of beer in the kitchen.
She winces at how annoyed he sounds. “… I-I heard you were coming home and we could spend some time together.”
He looks at her suspiciously. “Mom told you I was bringing friends over right?” She nods. “Are you even old enough to drink?”
Her face falls, and she bites her lip. He never turned up for her birthday but he didn’t have to make it so obvious that he didn’t even know how old she was. “… I turned 18 last month, Eren.”
“Hmm.” He turns his attention to his inventory - beer, vodka and whiskey because sometimes his boys liked to pretend they were men, and packets of weed. “Well go and get pretty then, Mika,” he says, dismissively. “Might as well look good for our guests.”
It’s utterly humiliating the way he talks to her, but she finds herself doing it. Goes to her room and curls her hair a little bit, pretty little waves framing her heart-shaped face. She decides to go for a cat eye, accentuating her grey eyes and slides on some lip gloss.
She considers dressing up and changing into something nicer, but she hears the doorbell and can hear the cheers of the boys downstairs. Breathing deeply, she looks at herself in the mirror, surveys her simple white cami and black leather skirt and decides it will have to do.
Besides this is her chance to actually spend time with Eren after months.
…
They decide to do shots. It’s the best way to start a party, she learns. They agree on tequila and they pour out a shot for everyone and she gets one too, a little shot glass placed in front of her. It’s got a lemon and some salt on the side and she’s honestly got no clue what to do with it.
“Um,” she says tentatively, “… I think I’ll just skip this round, I don’t really drink much and,” -
“Boooo,” Porco says, “… Don’t be boring. It’s the first shot, everyone has to drink the first shot.”
“Don’t worry,” Connie smiles at her and it makes her feel a little more at ease, “… Tequila shots are fun. You look like a fun girl, aren’t you?”
There’s another boy sitting to her side, Jean as he’d introduced himself, sits close enough to her that their thighs touch. He’s nice to look at, has nice hair and a smile that tells her she’s interested. It’s a nice change to the way her own adoptive brother treats her - likes she’s nothing more than a nuisance at his party - he even explains to her how to drink the tequila. “You’re not gonna enjoy the taste, but as soon as you’re done lick the salt and suck on the lemon, ok?”
“God, Mikasa,” Eren looks at her, irritated, “… if you wanna hang out with us, you gotta drink. If you don’t want to be here no one’s forcing you.” So blinking back tears as everyone says cheers, she takes the shot.
…
Eventually she’s had two, maybe three, or maybe even more bc she’s lost count. It’s a heady feeling, she feels kind of woozy but also kind of free and next to her Jean’s telling her things that make her blush.
She’s nestled in the corner of the couch, long, milky legs exposed as her skirt’s ridden up, and Jean’s taken the liberty of placing his hand on her thigh. “You’re really pretty, you know. How come Jaeger’s never introduced you to us before?”
“Maybe because he knew you’d be all over her,” Connie snickers.
“I don’t blame him though,” Porco grins, his eyes running over her body, making her shiver. He enjoys the view from above, her pert breasts outlined perfectly through the white tank top. His hands rest on her neck, massaging her gently.
Mikasa curls into his touch, letting herself feel good, her legs falling open subconsciously. “Cute panties, babe,” Jean murmurs, eyes glinting in amusement at the white cotton underwear with strawberries on them. She blushes furiously, and tries to close her legs, but Connie holds them open. “Come on, don’t do that. Don’t hide from us.”
“Let’s take a selfie,” Porco says, “… I’m sure the other boys would love to see Jaeger’s slutty sister.” And he beckons Eren to come join them.
She’s sober enough to hear what he’s saying and also understand it, and she wants to protest, she really does, but her legs are spread open against her will, and Jean’s caressing the insides of her thighs in ways that are making her feel funny feelings between legs.
So she’s powerless as the boys smile, over her exposed body, and Porco captions it saying “Look what we found at Jaeger’s house,” before snap chatting it to his other friends.
“What the fuck is that? Have you been wearing those panties since you were 5?” Eren scrunches up his nose in distaste at the sight of her simple, childish looking underwear. “If you’re fucking eighteen, then act like it.”
Her face visibly crumples, her lip quivering. “Aw,” Jean coos, melting, “… Don’t worry babe, maybe you can just take it off, maybe then you’ll look better, hmm?”
“What?“ she asks, confused, because she can’t just take off her panties, here in the middle of the room, not with all of these boys looking at her. “No, I don’t want,” -
“Yeah, take it off,” The boys agree, “What does she need panties for anyway?”
So Jean hooks his fingers into her little cotton underwear and pulls it down her legs in one smooth motion. “Aw look at that, she’s all shaved,” Connie marvels, taking running a hand along her smooth pussy and cupping it. “Who taught you to do that?”
She squirms under his touch, rubbing her thighs together to prevent him from slipping a finger inside her. “I didn’t,” -
“Oh stop flubbering about, Mika. Just spit it out. When’d you start shaving your cunt? Have you been letting all the boys at school have a look at your slutty pussy?”
Shame rising in her cheeks, she cries, “… No. no one’s seen it,” - she wouldn’t really want anyone to see, just Eren!
Jean inhales sharply, “She’s a fucking virgin,” he mutters under his breath.
“I just… I saw the videos… on your laptop. With the naked girls,” she’s so embarrassed admitting it, “… They were all shaved, so I thought I should do it too.” She just wanted to look pretty for Eren because that’s how she thought he’d like it. But she’s too shy to say it.
His eyes widen when he realises what she means. “What a slut,” he murmurs, “… You were watching your brother’s porn, huh.”
He always talks to her this way, like she’s a dumb little girl, like he can say anything and she’ll still listen to him, and it’s utterly degrading, but it’s true. She wants to hide, wants to crawl away and pretend this conversation isn’t happening, but she can’t; Jean has her legs spread open, and Porco’s now slipped a hand into her top, palming her breast leisurely. “Please,” she mumbles as Porco begins to tweak her nipples, “Don’t do that.”
“Why?” He asks, pulling her top down shamelessly, without caring to ask, revealing her perfect tits for everyone to see before going back to roll her nipples between his fingers. “… Don’t you like how it feels?”
“No,” she whimpers, struggling under their grip, “… I, it makes me feel,” she stutters with the words, looks to Eren for help, looks into his unreadable green eyes for anything at all. Jean spreads her pussy lips wide for everyone to see, and they can see her engorged clit, her folds wet and glistening and painfully aroused. “Eren, please,” she whimpers tearfully, “… make them stop.”
“You gotta tell me why, Mika. Otherwise I can’t help you.”
“It’s hot,” she whispers, “… down there. It’s hot, and I feel wet,” she lets out a teary sob. “It’s so embarrassing, please stop,” -
“Ssshh,” he coos, places a finger on her pretty lips. “… C’mon Mika, they’re just having fun. You don’t want your guests to stop having fun, do you?”
She hiccups, biting her lip, tears dripping down her chin and onto her chest. “Besides, if you’re wet down there, we’ll just have to clean you up.”
Eren shoots Jean a knowing grin and he smirks. “I’ll clean you up nice and good babe, don’t you worry,” Jean whispers. And he bends down to touch his tongue to her pussy.
Watching 👀 Eren holding her with her back pressed against his chest, legs bitches over his own so she’s spread open to her humiliation. Rubbing at her clit murdering in her ear telling her to watch as Armins cock slowly slide into her pussy. Watching her cunt swallow his engorged tip and eventually his full length. Eren keeping his hand on her neck to make sure she doesn’t look away as Armins cock stretches her out over and over so she can see his cock slowly become coated with her sticky essence.
Armin the love of my life UGH 😫❤️ so um, since I have a thing for mean Armin, I modified the prompt a weeee bit, I hope you don’t mind 🙈🙈
She’s probably so shy, Eren will have to talk her into it at first. He’d coax her, tell her “… He’s my best friend, baby, you can’t hide from him. Come on, spread your legs.”
And when she hesitates, still looking at him unsurely, he gets annoyed and spreads her legs wide himself, gripping her thighs apart with both hands. “You’ll do it because I want you to,” he growls, only softening his voice towards the end when he sees the honest trepidation, the borderline fear in her eyes. Kissing her cheek softly in an attempt to soothe her he says, “… you’ll do it for me, won’t you baby?”
Armin doesn’t say anything, just watches quietly, his beautiful blue eyes unreadable as he takes in her fear. It turns him on without a doubt, but it also seems to have an interesting effect on her body; he can see her glistening between her folds even as far as he stands, and she’s barely been touched. If this is how wet she gets just from being displayed like this, he couldn’t wait to see how she gets when he fucks her.
Meanwhile Eren’s still whispering comforting nonsense in her ear - “Don’t worry baby, he likes what he sees and he’s going to prove it to you.” She looks at him alarmed, afraid, “Eren, please, not with anyone else,” -
“Ssshhh,” he kisses the top of her head, “… He’s going to fuck you, and you’re going to take it like the good little slut you are,” -
And Armin, bored of all the coddling, unzips himself and sheathes himself inside her in one quick motion. She’s incredibly warm, and just the right amount of wet to grip him perfectly, not too slippery and not too dry, just the way he likes it.
He sees her startled pixie-like features, sees the way she’s holding her breath and scrunching her eyes closed. He lets himself move, groaning at how good she feels, letting himself adjust to her tight body.
But still, he has no interest in fucking a log, so he looks at her annoyed that she’s still pretending to be shy and hesitant, when her body responds to him like a pliant streetwhore, only getting wetter and wetter with each thrust.
“You need to leave,” he tells Eren, and Eren looks at him questioningly. “… you’re spoiling her, just by being here, and coddling her with all those sugary words.”
“She’s mine, Armin,” he says, voice low, regarding him darkly, “… I’ll do what I want with her,” -
“… But you gave her to me. I’m the one fucking her right now, and as long as I have my cock inside her, I want her attention only on me.”
Eren’s eyes flash possessively, taking in his pretty girl’s demeanour, stiff, biting her lip, outwardly reluctant but the noises her pussy makes with each thrust from Armin give away how she truly feels. He lips lift up in a small smile; he understands how Armin’s feels, he knows him, knows how insanely possessive Armin is, how ridiculously demanding he is. The blonde only looks sweet on the outside.
So he drops a kiss to her forehead, whispers, “… I’ll see you later, baby,” and leaves.
“N-no, wait, Eren,” she gasps, but Armin shuts her up before she can finish, roughly grabbing her cheeks with one hand and tilting her head to face him.
Her eyes fly open at his roughness, teary grey eyes meeting his hooded blue ones. “Pay attention, sweetheart,” he murmurs, “… I want you to watch as I fuck you.”
And he keeps his eyes on her as he fucks her, increasing the pace and making her shudder. There’s something in the way he looks at her, the way he handles her that demands obedience, and she knows she better be a good girl, knows that Eren would like to hear that she was. So she watches the hypnotic motions of Armin’s cock thrusting in and out of her.
He uses his fingers too, rubs circles into her clit so perfectly, she keens, throws her head back and gasps as a powerful orgasm rips through her body.
But she doesn’t get time to ride it through, because Armin slaps her cheek, jolting her out of her orgasmic daze, voice hoarse as he tells her, “… I thought I told you to watch.”
Her cheeks burn, not only from the impact, but from the blatant way he forces her to pay attention to the vulgarity of her own body, of the way she tightens the rougher he gets with her, the way she leaks even more onto his cock after the stinging slap, spasming into another orgasm through which she forces herself to keep her eyes open.
She really is the perfect slut, he thinks, just needs a little more training, and then she’ll be so obedient, but her cunt more than makes up for it now. “So fucking tight,” he grunts, “I’m gonna,” - but he doesn’t finish his sentence, spills deep into her pussy, panting, breathing harsh on her neck as he leans over her.
He pulls out gingerly, but he’s still hard, impressively so, and she takes a minute to admire the cock that had ‘violated’ her without warning. His cum spills out of her pussy and onto the inside of her skirt, drenching the only clothes she had with her, with their debauchery.
Roughly, he threads his fingers into her hair and pulls her head down towards her cock, murmuring… “… You can clean it up now, sweetheart.”
characters: eren jaeger, armin arlert, jean kirschtein, mikasa ackerman, connie springer (aot/snk)
It’s a late Saturday night, and they’ve had a bit to drink, and smoked some joints, and it’s a good time all around basically. Eren’s nestled into the couch and Mikasa’s draped all over him, her head resting in the crook of his neck.
He nibbles along the length of her jaw, tasting as he goes along, one hand curved around her ass and she sighs kind of dazedly.
“Care to roll some of these joints yourself, Jaeger?” Jean comments snarkily, “... or are you just going to have your hands up your girlfriend’s skirt the entire time?”
Eren shoots him a dirty look and she giggles. “Careful, your jealousy is showing, Kirschtein.”
He gets back to what he was doing, completely ignoring Jean’s request, lips travelling to the curve of her lower lip, opening her mouth with his tongue. She lets out a soft moan as he kisses her, her ass grinding against his lap, hands pulling his face closer to her. He licks into her mouth without inhibition, fingers digging into her thigh, not caring that her skirt was now almost bunched up against her waist.
Jean makes an audible sound of disgust, and Eren tears his lips away, breathing hard against her mouth. “It’s because you’re so pretty, baby,” he murmurs, “... Jean only wishes he could have you like this.”
“There’s something to be said about assholes who love to flaunt what they have without giving anyone else a taste,” Jean mutters, brown eyes challenging him.
“... Oh is that what you want then?” Eren smirks, rubbing a thumb against her ass absent-mindedly. “... You want a taste of my sweet girl?”
He watches her as he says this, sees the way her pupils dilate, the way her breathing gets just a little bit harsher. He knows it excites her, knows that despite her outward hesitation, and the cute lip-biting, she’s a little slut on the inside.
“What’s the point in asking? Not like you’d let us lay a hand on her,” Connie says, trying to feign disinterest, but his eyes linger on her now-exposed panties, and he wonders just how far Eren can be pushed.
“Speak for yourself,” Armin murmurs quietly, taking a deep inhale of his joint.
Connie stares at him in disbelief. “... No fucking way. No fucking way he let you,” -
She turns crimson, burying her head into Eren’s chest in embarrassment at the way the boys talk about her, like she isn’t even there. (It’s true though, he did let Armin fuck her, and it was unforgettable.)
“How was it?” Jean cuts in, his curiosity getting the better of him.
“.... Really fucking tight,” Armin says with a quiet smile, and they know that they’re probably not going to get any more details.
Eren chuckles, amused at Connie’s outrage, and Jean’s quiet jealousy especially because he knows Jean’s always had a thing for his beautiful girlfriend. The others wouldn’t get it but it was different with Armin. He was his best friend, they shared everything; of course he wouldn’t mind sharing his sweet girlfriend with him.
“Maybe you could give them a little peek, baby, what do you think?” Eren coos softly, his voice tickling her ear.
“But it’s so embarrassing,” she whines softly, her eyes dazed the way it always gets after she’s smoked a joint or two. But she can’t help the thrill of excitement that rushes through her, that makes her rub her thighs together deliciously.
He looks down at her, green eyes so fucking alluring, taking in the way she’s spread out against, him, her tank top ridden up and exposing her waist, denim skirt hiked up to the point where everyone in the room had an unrestricted view of her white panties.
“Is it, baby? They can already see your panties, love,” and he dips lower to nibble on her earlobe. “... And they can see the little wet spot too.”
“Ereh,” she gasps, face flushing crimson, because she knows it’s true, she can feel it herself.
“Do it for me, love, pretty please?”
And that’s all she really needs. “O-okay,” she whispers, and obediently, she tugs her panties down, revealing her pretty, bare cunt.
“... Fuck,” Jean says, almost choking on his spit, because he hadn’t actually expected Eren to go with it, knowing how possessive the fucker was. He walks up to the couch to get a better view of Mikasa as she undulates on Eren’s lap, bare, legs spread just for their viewing pleasure.
“She’s already wet,” Connie snickers, admiring the way she holds her pussy lips open for them, one index finger rubbing gently at her opening.
It’s intensely arousing for her, to listen as the boys stare at her spread pussy and remark about how wet she is, how good she looks, about how easy it would be to just stick their fucking cocks in and fuck her till she screams. Eren strokes her hair soothingly when she looks up at him nervously at the last comment. “Don’t worry baby, that’s only for me, you know that. No one else gets to feel that perfect little cunt of yours except me.”
“You’re a fucking liar, Jaeger,” Jean accuses, having noticed Armin’s smug face in the corner of the room. “How come he got to fuck her and we don’t?”
Eren’s hand slips into her top, roughly grabbing her left breast. “... That was a one-time thing. It won’t happen again.”
And even though she moans softly at the way he grabs her, Eren’s eyes boring into her intensely as she strokes herself in front of his friends, she can’t help but feel the teeniest, tiniest bit of disappointment.
characters: Eren Jaeger (main), Armin Arlert, Jean Kirschtein, Unnamed Female (I wrote this with Mikasa in my mind, but it could be anyone, even reader :))
She stands in front of him, nervous, tongue-tied, fingers fidgeting with each other nervously.
His eyes run the length of her body; she’s attractive he supposes, delicate features, pretty pink lips with a touch of gloss on them. She’s clearly tried to look good for his sake.
She’s conscious enough to pull on the pitiful length of her skirt, where it barely covers the swell of her ass. It makes him want to tease her about it - Clearly, she wanted to expose her body to him so why not commit to it?
“So… why are you here?” He asks casually because she looks more than out of place in their little den, his little basement where he hangs out with his friends. There’s a smell of weed in the air, that this innocent girl doesn’t seem used to, and she seems surprised to see that it’s not just him but there’s also Jean and Armin in the room.
Armin’s reading something, he doesn’t care too much, and neither does Jean, although his eyes spark with salacious interest when he takes in her form.
“I… I told you already…” she mumbles, conscious under his intense gaze.
“You didn’t tell me anything, sweetheart,” he says sardonically, “You just gave me this.” He reaches into his pocket for a crumpled piece of paper and opens it. “I’ve admired you for so long, Eren,” he reads, his tone mocking. “... Please give me a chance.”
She cringes visibly, tears pricking her eyes as he ridicules the years of emotion, the heart-wrenching anxiety she had to overcome to give him that letter. Voice wavering, she says, “... Please,” and she really does plead, her voice sounds so genuine, “... Just give me a chance with you.”
He raises an eyebrow, amused. “A chance? What makes you think you deserve it?”
She bites her lip, embarrassed because she genuinely doesn’t have a clue. This had only been a crush when it started; she’d just thought he was cute, with his long brown hair and his messy bun and his penchant to get in trouble. But she should’ve known it would go nowhere, the hints had always been there, the way his dark green eyes had grown colder with every passing day, with the whispers that anything you wanted to feel, he could help you feel (or get you something for it). But the more the truth had stared her in the face the more of an obsession it had become.
The struggling senior in accounting that everyone had warned her to avoid. It’ll mess with your reputation, they’d told her, and she’d agreed, but lately, she’d only wondered why she ever gave a fuck about such an outdated term. But now, the longer she stood in front of him in her cheap, tawdry outfit - low cut top that hugged every inch of her curves, and a leather skirt that was so short she’d been embarrassed the entire cab ride here (because that’s how he liked his women, she’d heard, sexy and provocative), the uncertainty and second-guessing is almost overwhelming. His green eyes are only more beautiful up close, but also glacial, it makes a shiver run down her spine (and makes her want to crawl up to his feet). She no longer understands herself as she says, “... I won’t disappoint you, Eren.”
She hears a snicker from the side of the room - from Jean - before she sees the wry smile on his face. Her cheeks burn at the blatant mocking, and instead of anger, all she feels is shame and a strange kind of humiliation that pools low in her belly.
“Well you certainly have Jean’s interest,” he says dismissively, “... but Jean doesn’t really have much taste.” She can’t believe her ears, the way he talks about her so degradingly right in front of her face. She should be stomping out of this place in indignant fury, but her legs are rooted to the spot, and her lips quiver, still looking at him with quiet desperation in her pretty grey eyes.
“What do you think, Armin?”
At his question, the blonde’s eyes quirk up, looking up from his book, almost irritated to be disturbed. “... Another one of your whores, Eren?”
And she winces at the term, cheeks blushing furiously, expecting anger but instead feeling only a lascivious, humiliating heat spreading between her legs.
His icy blue gaze is unflinching as it travels over the length of her, taking in her long, lithe body, the strange nervousness that is a deep contrast to how pleasing she is to the eye. She looks almost… scared.
“... Not yet, at least,” Eren answers, the amusement evident in his voice.
The corners of his mouth lift up in a smirk. Sighing, he asks her, “... Why is it always the good ones like you that are drawn to him?”
“Go to him, babe,” Eren urges and completely confused but desperate to please, she does it.
She doesn’t know this man - Armin, he’d called him, he was cute, blonde and blue-eyed, and kind of nerdy-looking, with his glasses and his serious but smouldering gaze. “You must have given people quite the view on your way here,” he murmurs, not bothering with eye contact as she stands in front of him now, his face at her hip level, as he takes in the embarrassing length of her skirt. “Wanted to show him what you were offering, huh?”
Without even the slightest hesitation, he pushes her skirt up, ridding her of whatever little modesty she’d try to preserve. “Wait,” she gasps, breath hitching, “Don’t,” -
“... Cute,” Armin says, sardonically, as he eyes her lacy panties and the glaringly wet spot that she has no way to hide. She crosses her legs in the most useless way possible because it doesn’t help anything (doesn’t help the growing wetness behind her legs, the intensifying feeling she can’t seem to control as she feels more and more exposed.)
“Don’t fight him, babe,” Eren says, looking at her disapprovingly, and her heart sinks. “You said you wouldn’t disappoint me, right?”
Armin looks at her with a mild curiosity, taking in the obvious way her breath hitches as his thumb brushes the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Without warning, he slips a finger inside her panties, flicking carelessly at her slit. “You haven’t even touched her, and she’s wet already.” He chuckles. “... Just the way you like it, Eren.”
She shuts her eyes, the humiliation washing over her, making her feel even hotter in all the wrong places. This was the last thing she’d expected when she’d finally worked up the courage to go after the man of her (wet) dreams… to be touched so casually by his friend and spoken over as if she didn’t have any say in the matter.
“Well we won’t have to waste any time then,” Eren murmurs, and she whips her head around to look at him as he reclines on the other couch, watching her and Armin with interest.
And just like that, ever so casually, the blonde slips his glistening finger into his mouth, sucking lightly. He’s not what she came for, and it’s not what she wanted, but it’s possibly the most erotic thing anyone has ever done to her, and the way he looks at her, somehow dispassionate and aroused at the same time makes her knees almost tremble in anticipation.
Much to her own disappointment, he looks away, just pulls down her skirt, and stands up, stepping out of her way. She looks after him, confused, pupils slightly dilated in frustration, but she’s too busy trying to discern her own feelings. One half of her brain is screaming at her to run from this place, because in the few minutes she’s been here, she’s been mocked, sneered at, and touched without any regard for her consent. But the other, louder part of her mind reminds her that it was her who was fucked up, whose body responded with obvious excitement, dripping wantonly onto the finger that had violated her. So despite her better sense, she mumbles, “… Where are you going?”
His eyes flicker at her in mild annoyance before he looks at Eren and says, “...I’m out of here. You can have your fun.” He reaches over for the bag of joints lying next to Eren and helps himself to one, as he walks out.
She doesn’t understand them or their unspoken agreement, but Eren is unbothered, just waving with a smile as his friend leaves, until he turns his gaze towards her. “Well come here, then,” he says, not moving from his position on the couch, one hand lazily under his head as he watches her expectantly.
Suddenly she thinks better of it, she has no business offering up her body to a man (is it only just him? She isn’t so certain anymore) who doesn’t even pretend to respect her. Shakily, she says, “… I should go. Maybe I shouldn’t have come here after all…”
He gives her a teasing smile. “... Are you sad, baby? Dont take it personally, Armin just doesn’t like to share.”
She turns crimson; she hadn’t admitted it to herself, but the rejection stung, he’d touched her so callously, and then just ignored her and walked out… she might as well have just been an object in his path.
“But I don’t mind,” Jean quips, shamelessly, as he walks towards her. “… and you maybe you don’t either,” he murmurs, a long finger tipping up her chin and forcing her to look at him, her pupils blown in undisguised arousal.
Stubbornly, frustratingly, however, she whimpers, “… I should leave, I’m sorry… I don’t know what I was thinking…”
“Fine,” Eren snaps, verdant eyes flickering in irritation, “… then leave, don’t waste my time. And don’t come back here begging for another chance.”
Her eyes squeeze shut, hot tears of shame dripping down her cheeks. She doesn’t understand it but despite all her common sense, all she feels is the burning sting of rejection, and a desire to not disappoint him the way she clearly has.
“I’m sorry,” she says again, sounding pathetic and trembling, “… I’ll stay.”
She can hear Jean’s smirk, as if he knew she’d do this, as if he knew every dirty deliberation in her little mind. Eren narrows his eyes at her, unconvinced, orders roughly, “… Straddle me, then.”
She does as she says, her nerve endings alight with an anxious trepidation because she’d fantasised about Eren for so embarrassingly long. He’s kind of beautiful up close, despite the simmering annoyance in his eyes, all angles and broad shoulders in his black vest that stretches across his perfect torso. Her legs swing to either side of him, and she rests gently on his hips, unsure of how exactly he wants her, unprepared for how suddenly intimate they were.
His eyes fall from her face to the line of her low-cut top, lingering on the ample cleavage that spilled out of the clinging fabric. Suddenly, he adjusts her position, resting her flush against his crotch, skirt bunching up against her hips. She can feel the tell-tale signs of his hardness resting against the swell of her ass, and it makes her heart race because she wasn’t prepared for the sheer size of it. How many times had she wondered? How many nights had she used her fingers and brought herself to the most unsatisfying orgasm ever?
Her hips begin to move of their own accord, subtle, small motions, grinding against his sheathed dick, because she needs it more than she can possibly explain. Her eyes squeeze shut, humiliated beyond measure as she unwinds wantonly against him, reeking of a desperation that probably disgusts him.
“Found yourself a natural slut, Jaeger,” Jean says gleefully, and it breaks her from this almost hypnotic rut she’d started. “… And so innocent-looking, with those pretty grey eyes,” his finger trails the curve of her lip, thumb hooking it open. Her eyes widen, looking at Eren for some kind of assurance - but assurance of what? That she wasn’t a slut? That she hadn’t come here putting her body on display and almost creamed herself when they spoke to her so degradingly?
She can pretend all she wants, but she can’t deny how her body had fired up at Armin’s fingers and the way they violated her without question. And Jean had watched, surely he had seen everything, just as he continues to watch now.
“... Maybe,” Eren murmurs, his gaze unreadable. He doesn’t sound convinced, doesn’t sound impressed, and she wishes she knew what she was doing, wishes she knew how to actually be a slut the way he’d like. “Well this is your chance now, sweetheart,” he murmurs, viridian eyes gleaming.
His hand wraps itself around her hip possessively, and lifts his hips up to press once again against her hot, needy cunt. It’s what she wants, without a doubt, but that’s barely the surface - she wants him, of that she is certain, but what exactly she wants from him she barely knows herself. Maybe she should kiss him, she thinks, that’s the obvious course of action, that’s how they should’ve started, but here she is with her nipples hard and her cunt soaking, pressed deliciously against the hardening length of her cock. She isn’t really thinking straight, or at all, so she whispers, breathlessly, “... Thank you.”
He laughs, almost cruelly. “Thanking me? For what?” Leering at her licentiously, he murmurs, “... This is what you wanted, baby, so what are you going to do?”
eren had to share mikasa with his professor (i'd like to think it's erwin coz he looks like a sexy professor) so he won't fail since his professor ain't interested in him but is into his sexy gf
got a couple of asks on this concept, and obviously i love it. i took some liberties, this fic ft an unnamed professor, because i liked that better - but feel free to let your imagination do the work ;)
characters: Eren Jaeger, Mikasa Ackerman, unnamed Professor | read on ao3
In all his years of teaching disinterested brats who thought they knew better than him, nobody pissed him off the way Eren Jaeger did. He routinely showed up late to class, in tattered clothing that was apparently considered fashion, his hair looking like it’d never seen a comb, and smelling of marijuana.
The girls fawned over him, they always did, he saw the side-eyes, the blushes, the little giggles when he’d spare them a glance. Apparently, some things hadn’t changed since he’d graduated from college himself; rich boys spending their dad’s money without taking their lives seriously would always be ‘desirable’.
What was most irksome was the girl in the row just in front of the last; pretty grey eyes, short hair pinned behind her eyes sweetly, diligently scribbling away on her notes. He knew her well, all the professors did. Mikasa Ackerman, reserved but diligent, her academic potential unrivalled. (If he were honest with himself, maybe he even knew her better than some of the others, he’d spent enough time watching her in class, during a test, or sometimes even at the library. She was the kind of girl you couldn’t take your eyes off of.)
Sweet, intelligent, Mikasa Ackerman - with that perfectly delicious body - who blushes scarlet when Eren leaned forward in his seat (in the last row, always) and whispered something in her ear, flustered by whatever he tells her. It makes his blood boil, feeling a little more justified about the recent grade he’d given Eren.
The boy had handed in a blatantly plagiarised copy of Mikasa’s essay; he hadn’t even bothered to hide it. It reeked of the smug arrogance that rich boys were bathed in, the kind where things were just handed to them their whole lives. He had no choice but to fail Eren, and ask him to come into his office after class today.
And as if on cue, Eren’s eyes glance up to his, flashing him an arrogant grin.
…
“Remember when you said you’d do anything for me?”
She colours, wincing at how pathetic it sounds. It sounded even worse when she’d said it, all those days ago - on her knees, his hands fisting in her hair and his cock grazing her cheek.
But this is how he’d always made her feel, helpless maybe, a little bit pathetic, but mostly desperate. It’s the way his eyes linger on her chest as he grins at her, like he knows exactly what she’s wearing underneath, like his gaze is enough to burn it all off.
“You look scared, Mikasa,” he teases, “... don’t worry. I just need help with a grade. You know Prof S has been giving me a hard time in his class.”
She tries to look at him unconvinced, but mostly she just ends up blushing. “... I already gave you my assignment to use as reference, Eren.”
“I know, but you know how he is, he hates me for some reason.” And with a small smirk, he adds, “... but he’s pretty sweet on you, Mika.”
Her heart sinks; there’s danger lurking in his eyes, the glint tells her so. The way he’d emphasized the word sweet like he liked it and hated it at the same time. And she should run, she really should - just as her mom had told her when she first dared to mention his name at home, ‘Boys like that are not to be trusted, Mikasa,’ - but just as she always does, she acquiesces. “... I’ll help you, Eren.”
…
She watches him as he knocks on the Professor’s door, hair slicked back in his bun, jeans rolled up past his ankle, his frayed black crewneck hanging loosely on his large shoulders. She doesn’t know why she follows him, but all she knows is that she’s addicted to him, and he’s aware enough to exploit it.
There are no illusions about their *arrangement*, she knows what she means to him - or what she doesn’t. He’s never offered her commitment, or anything even, it’d been mostly just her, begging for his attention. And he’d given it to her, in ways she hadn’t fully thought through, with his hands on her body, and his cock in her orifices, filling in her ways her sanitized life, and her impeccable transcripts never could.
So she ignored the whispers, the girls in the bathroom who whispered that she’s just “Eren Jaeger’s slut,” that she was just getting “used,” and the boys who jeered and put their hands on her because Eren didn’t mind it, because maybe just once in a while, she wanted to do something wrong.
…
“... Jaeger,” the Professor says, tone neutral. Until he sees her trail in, behind him, clutching her bag nervously, crossing her legs and straightening her little black skirt.
“... You wanted to see me, Professor.”
“... You, not her.” He turns his attention to Mikasa. “... Mikasa, this has nothing to do with you,” he explains patiently, “... As I understand it, Jaeger here seems to have gotten ahold of your paper and copied it completely, so I failed him. There will be no action needed from your side,” -
“Well you’ve understood it all wrong,” Eren drawls. “... She gave me her paper willingly, knowing your position on copying. Don’t you think it’s a bit unfair that I’m the only one to face the boot?”
The Professor’s eyes narrow at him. He’d been verbally against the practice of people sharing answers with other students who would just mooch off of their friends instead of putting in their own work, even declaring that he’d fail both parties if they were found involved in it.
“So instead of accusing you of blatant favouritism, I would like to discuss the opportunity to improve my grade.”
Eren sounds so smug, he hates it. “... Well, what do you have in mind?”
His lips quirk up, and he turns to Mikasa. “Mikasa, could you please take off your sweater, love?”
Her cheeks turn scarlet. “... I - W-what?”
“Come on, Mikasa,” he looks at her meaningfully, “... you promised.”
She bites her lip, her heart beating faster. “... We didn’t discuss this, Eren,” -
He slides off the chair, impatiently and goes to her. There’s a sharp edge to his voice when he says, “... Do you need some help, baby? Let me help you with that.” And efficiently, he lifts her sweater up, exposing the smooth ripples of her abs. pulling against her stiff arms until he divests her of it completely. “There we go,” he murmurs, fingers caressing the side of her stomach as he holds her loosely. “... That’s so much better now, isn’t it Professor S?”
And he smiles darkly at the Professor.
The Professor does his best not to gape at her blatantly. Because she’s certainly a sight; All flushed and red and nervous, with those lush breasts spilling out of her push up bra. It’s almost as if they were straining, desperate to be freed from their constraints…
“Like what you see?” Eren says, mockingly. He doesn’t really need an answer, he can see the growing discomfort that’s hiding behind the Professor’s desk. “… Well you can see more if you like,” Mikasa’s skin heats up, the feeling of nakedness swelling as she feels the Professor’s gaze linger on her chest, “… if you’re willing to make an agreement.”
Her eyes skirt to the professor’s, watching the beady look in his eyes, the shift of his legs, the way his gaze travelled across her skin. Surely he wasn’t planning to -
“… What do you have in mind?”
Her stomach tightens. Eren’s hands are still on her hip, rubbing soothing circles on her skin, curving her into the side of him like she belongs there, like she belongs to him. It doesn’t matter that she’s got her chest pressed against his arm, hiding herself a little bit - she feels utterly naked in between these two men, utterly exposed.
His tone is amused as he says, “Well it looks like you have plenty on your mind already, Professor.” He looks at Mikasa affectionately, presses a kiss on her cheek. “... Show him what he likes, baby.” And when she hesitates, he slips a hand under her skirt and squeezes. “C’mon.”
Despite the jitters, the obvious voice in her head that screamed at her to stop, she meets his eyes, the little glint that’s testing her. It twists inside of her because she knows how disappointed he’ll be if she doesn’t do it.
She bends forward at the waist, shimmying down her pretty panties, and Eren takes them from her, keeps them in his pocket.
The Professor is quiet, not quite used to having female students undressing in his office but he can’t think of complaining because Mikasa Ackerman really was his favourite. She was a perfect student, perfect grades, perfect assignments, perfect lips, perfect breasts…
He’d noticed them even before they were hanging in front of his face, begging to be touched.
“Come here,” he says, ignoring his own indecision, rolling his chair back and making space for her between him and his desk. “… And Jaeger, lock the door.”
“I already did.”
Of course, he did. Of course, arrogant, rich, presumptuous Eren Jaeger knew he was going to get his way. How could he ever doubt it? Especially when the girl he brings over has a face and body this sweet.
She looks even better up close, abs smooth and softly rippled, breasts perky and rounded. The expression on her face is just the icing on the cake, pretty grey eyes stormy with reluctance, lips caught between her teeth.
It makes him hard. He unzips himself without thinking; it’s literally a fantasy, a life-size doll that’s responsible for the raging boner in his pants. Of course, he takes his cock in his hands and jerks, it’s the most obvious reaction.
“Just gonna jerk off to her, Professor?”
“Got a problem with that?”
“… Not really.” Eren runs a finger across Mikasa’s arm, giving her goosebumps. “… As long as it’ll get me an A on that paper.”
The Professor smirks, his cock jutting out so erect in his lap, almost guiding itself towards Mikasa’s taut body. Her thigh is inches away from it, his hand brushing against her soft skin as he jerks himself off furiously. “… For this? C at best.”
“Oh?” It’s all kinds of wrong but all she hears is rejection, a C, not being good enough. It makes her molten between her legs.
She hears the anger lacing Eren’s tone. “Get on your knees, baby.” And when she hesitates a moment too long, he shoves her down himself, hands rough on her bare shoulder.
The Professor almost groans. It’s heavenly even to just look, at this submissive beauty on her knees, her gorgeous breasts, almost touching his leg, her mouth open in surprise and bare minimum resistance.
“… This isn’t a C grade experience, Professor. And you know it.”
Eren fists her hair in his hand, and she knows what’s going to come. The callous way they talk about her like she’s just an object meant for a single purpose; it humiliates her. It humiliates her so thoroughly, her nipples pebble against the Professor’s jeans and she leans into him almost subconsciously. “Then show me, Jaeger,” he says, quietly.
He guides her head towards the Professor’s cock, and she can smell his ugly desire, as he leaks from the tip in front of her. Eren’s rough with her, handling her almost carelessly, letting the Professor’s cock rub all over her face, his precum smearing all over her pretty cheeks. “Show him how good you are, baby,” he murmurs, nuzzling the underside of her chin. and before Mikasa can take a breath like she knows she should, he shoves her mouth on his cock.
He’s large and thick and so full in her mouth, she can barely breathe, and it makes the Professor groan. “… She’s so warm,” and as she chokes on him, he says, “… and so good.”
“Definitely not C grade,” he mutters, low, as he puts his hand on her head and sets the pace, letting her breathe and sputter all over his cock before brutally ramming into her again. “You’ve trained her well,” he remarks as Eren watches her bob up and down his cock, “… Just enough gag reflex for it to feel good.”
“Right?” Eren ruffles her hair, affectionately, “… It’s boring if they don’t struggle at least a little bit.” He wipes the tears leaking from her eyes, her mascara leaving dark tracks on her cheeks.
Wet, sloppy noises fill the small room as he goes hard, her lips making the perfect O, her mouth providing the perfect suction. “Mmhmm,” he groans, as he hits the back of her throat, relishing the pained choked noise that escapes her, reaching down to squeeze one of her breasts wantonly. He pulls her off of his cock, and before she can finish gasping for her air, presses her face against his balls and says, “… Lick.”
It’s better this way, a reprieve for her sore jaws, so she does what he says like the obedient slut she’s trained to be. She runs her tongue over his ribbed skin, slurping, laving, sucking lightly to test if he likes it.
He does. “Does she swallow?” He asks as he feels himself shudder, her expert tongue riling him up, and making him twitch.
“From an A grade mouth pussy like hers,” - it makes her drip with shame - “… of course she does.” And the only thing that makes the humiliation all the more addictive is the way Eren touches her, soft, light, reaching down to fondle her nipples ever so sweetly. She thrusts into his hands shamelessly, but he withdraws, letting her pay attention to the task at hand.
“Then open your mouth, sweetheart,” the Professor says, barely waiting to even finish his warning before thrusting between her lips again, this time using her mouth callously just to get himself off. He moves her fast, jerking himself off with her mouth, until he groans harshly, hitting deep in her throat, a little squeak coming from her as she feels the warm liquid fill her mouth.
She remembers to breathe deep with her nose the way Eren taught her, lightly slapping her cheeks till she remembered, after countless times of being overwhelmed by the sheer amount of it, ending up on the floor, choking and heaving on his cum. This time she swallows expertly, proudly, sucking up everything and swirling the last drop on his tip before he pulls out of her completely; and she looks up at Eren for approval, eyes shining.
Her breasts heave temptingly as she catches her breath, leaning into Eren’s hand as he nuzzles her affectionately and says, “… Good girl. Well done, baby.”
The Professor’s still catching his breath when he sees her swipe up a stray drop of cum from her chin and licks it up like it was the most obvious thing to do. He sees her flush happily against Eren and he feels a twinge of jealousy, an insane wish to possess this pretty creature himself, such a perfect submissive slut who’d do whatever he asks him to do.
The best thing is that she’s squeezing her thighs together, lips parted just a little bit, as he tweaks her nipples playfully. It’s almost as if she gets off on this, debasing herself in front of whomever he asks her to.
“We’re not done yet,” the Professor says, voice still rough from his orgasm, gesturing for her to come back to him.
“Seems like you are,” Eren scoffs, arrogantly, wiping Mikasa’s lip. “... All that’s left is for you to change my grade.”
“... Well suddenly I’ve changed my mind. I’ll change it only once I’m satisfied.” But how could he ever be? Mikasa Ackerman tends to have that kind of effect on a man; like you could have her over and over again but it would never be enough.
Eren leans forward on the desk, green eyes narrowing at the Professor. “... It’s nice that you think you’re in control here, Professor, but you’re not.” He flips out his phone and shows him a picture.
The Professor’s eyes bulge out of his head. It’s an incriminating sight, just as much as it is tempting. He’s got his eyes closed, leaning up slightly, on the brink of orgasm as he chokes Mikasa with his cock. “... You wouldn’t. Your girlfriend’s reputation,” -
And even though she should be worried all Mikasa can think of is, I’m not really his girlfriend.
“I don’t care. What I care about is my grade. But you can feel free to test me on that.”
He stares at the arrogant young man in front of him, with the piercings and the silver rings on his finger, and he grits his teeth. He was sated enough to not make decisions with his dick, so he spares a glance at the pretty girl who was still on her knees, now looking downwards demurely, cheeks still ripe with that pretty flush. He’d wanted to taste more of her, see the faces she makes, feel her perfect pussy clench down on his cock. But he plays it off coolly. “Well played, Jaeger.” And he takes out a pen and makes the required corrections on Eren’s paper.
Eren grins, satisfied, looks at Mikasa and tosses her sweater at her. “... Get dressed, sweetheart.”
“... But something tells me we’ll be in this situation again.” And Eren just shrugs, murmurs a ‘maybe’ as he kisses his girl softly on the cheek and leads her out.
Eren leaves her panties there for her professor to pick up and most definitely makes a show out of sliding his hand up her little skirt to feel her cunt before slapping her ass… scolds her for being such a slut getting her pussy wet from sucking another man’s dick all the while looking back at the professor
Y E S (continuation of this)
see, eren's well aware of how she's feeling after the show she put on for the prof. as he leaves he definitely slides his hand up her ass, and makes a point of slipping his finger between her folds just to feel how wet she is.
She's a real good girl so she tries to be modest about it, puts her sweater back on, and when she realises Eren hasn't given her panties back she doesn't say anything. But she can feel her wetness between her thighs as they walk out of the office and into the corridor.
Eren sees the discomfort on her face and smirks. "... Do you need some attention, love?"
She looks at him so sweetly, thighs clenching as she nods. He finds an unused lab and pulls her in, locking the door swiftly. He pushes her against the wall, and notices just how flushed she is, lifts her skirt and brushes his thumb over her juiced up clit.
"... Liked his cock so much, huh." There's an edge to his voice and Mikasa doesn't know the right answer, so she keeps quiet.
He slaps her cunt quickly, a loud, wet noise against her skin and she gasps. "I don't like being ignored, Mikasa. Answer me."
Her pussy stings from his assault, but he keeps two fingers there, rubbing her clit in slow circles. He always does this, keeps her so confused and aroused in this heady mixture of pleasure-pain. "... I like pleasing you, Eren." Her head falls on his shoulder, eyes squeezing shut as his fingers intensify their work. "Did I please you?"
Her voice is so soft, so genuine, he can't help but soften just a little bit. His hands drop to his belt buckle, freeing himself. "... You did, baby," he murmurs, "... You did so good back there, I think you deserve to feel good too."
She moans softly as she feels his cock edging at her entrance, lubing himself up with her juices. "I'm going to fuck you real hard, Mikasa," he murmurs, thumb running up and down her throat, pressing just a little bit, enjoying the way she chokes. "... Going to fuck this pussy," he groans as he slips inside her easily, filling her up, "... so hard, just the way you like it."
He's stretching her out so deliciously, taking it slow but pushing deep, relishing the tight warmth of her cunt as she keens, already primed from anticipation. "Ereh," she breathes, eyes misting over as she feels the maddening pleasure creep along her skin, the feeling of being filled and used like nobody else can make her feel.
"... Close already?" He grunts, amused. "What a slut, getting so turned on by sucking your professor's dick. I should have just left you here to take care of yourself."
Her eyes widen, and she pleads a breathy 'no,' desperate not to be abandoned when she's worked up like this. Because she knows Eren would do it; he's done it before. He's left her half-satisfied and wanting for an orgasm, using her mouth till he cums, and leaving her behind with nothing but her fingers to sate her. (and they never quite did)
"No, what? No you're not a slut? No you didn't get off to slutting around with your professor? I don't like liars, baby."
"... I'm not," she manages, teary and overwhelmed with his slow, hard-hitting pace, "... I didn't get turned on, by the Professor, I promise," -
He spanks her hard, the sound echoing slightly in the empty lab. "Turn around," he says, harshly. "... I don't have time for sluts who aren't honest. Come on, show me you want it."
It's so demeaning the way he speaks to her, the way he spanks her ass again and again as she arches her back for him and gets into a comfortable position, backing up on to his cock till she feels full again.
He grabs her by the hips and fucks her mercilessly, fondling her breasts and leaning into her ear and whispering that only whores get this wet for being whored out to other men. She's too far gone to care, he's probably right, the more filth he whispers into her ear, the harder she comes, clenching down on his cock and gasping prettily, telling him she just wants to be a good whore for him.
He likes it, it pleases him immensely, just watching her debase herself for others at his beck and call, confessing to be his whore, arching her back all the while to take him in as deep as she can. And he comes inside her, spilling deep inside, teeth grazing her shoulder as he tells her she's his favourite cunt.
Once he pulls out and tucks himself back inside his pants, he gazes at her affectionately, panting and ruined, stains of white dripping out of her well-used pussy. She's never looked better to him.
With the slightest grin, he pulls out her panties from his pocket, kisses her lightly on the side of her lips, and stuffs it inside her cunt, plugging the leaking cum. "... Just so you can savour it for longer, babe. Don't take it out until you get home, ok?"
Still thinking ab how hot Erens dismissiveness was in your first drabble/fic 😩
Helping her out of those raunchy clothes bc she looks so uncomfortable that it would be rude to keep her in them. The dynamic of being the only naked person in a room with guys who couldn’t care less about you is just PHEW…
Eren just sitting there watching as she tries to mount him but her pretty hands are just shaking too much and his tip is just continuously slipping between her wet little slit. Floch chides from his seat, commenting on how how she’s wasting Erens generosity. Chokes on her own spit when Eren spears her and crashes her lips into his own before rearing up.
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you get it my friend. it's the sheer fact that she could be there or not, and he wouldn't give a fuck. like he's just barely curious about what she can offer.
she's wanted him forever, but she hadn't really thought through the details. She certainly had never imagine he'd be as big as he really is, as he unzips himself and she actually gets a glimpse of the erection that she'd been rubbing against.
"Well go on then," he says, amused, because she's just staring, a little bit out of her depth at this point. Does he like hand-jobs, blowjobs, how does he like it, hard, soft, wet, god she has so many questions in her mind, and she really wants it to be perfect, but she has no fucking clue where to start. The way he looks at her, aroused and expectant doesn't help either.
"So are you gonna ride him or just sit around watching his dick like a scared virgin?" Floch scoffs, from the corner of his room. "You don't deserve Eren's attention."
Hot, ashamed tears roll down her cheeks, humiliated at just how useless she is, and everyone can see it. Eren now knows she has literally no experience, and he probably has no interest fucking a girl who has no idea how to get him off. Probably has tons of women willing to go above and beyond and make him feel good without lifting a finger. And what's worse is that his friends are watching... her humiliation wasn't even private. Everyone in his circle would know how pathetically she tried, and how she couldn't please him in the slightest.
"... What are you going to do sweetheart?" Eren murmurs, tipping her chin and rubbing a thumb along a salty tear that had run all the way to her lips. "Are you going to continue to listen to him berate you? Or are you going to do what you came for and sink that pretty little cunt on to my cock?"
She nods, recognizes the encouragement for what it is, and lifts her hips and lowers till his tip teases her opening. He's unbelievably thick and she's not prepared, but all the teasing and shame has made her slick and ready in her own way. She tries to muffle a cry as she sinks down onto him, squeezing her eyes shut, a single tear escaping as her body adjusts to accommodate him.
"None of that, baby," he mutters hoarsely, "... I want to hear all of it. I want to hear every slutty little sound that comes out of these lips."
actually, he’d let her tease the boys for a while. She plays the whole shy and flustered card for a bit, but Eren calls her out on it. “Come on, spread your legs baby,” he coos, “… just like how you do when I fuck you.”
She bites her lip, heat coursing through her body as she feels Jean’s and Connie’s eyes on her, in places she’d never even considered showing them before. Her legs fall open and they don’t even pretend, their gaze drops to her perfectly bare, puckered pussy. “Spread, Mika,” Eren says, beginning to lose his patience, “… don’t you want to show them how pretty your pussy looks?”
It’s painfully how embarrassing how wet she is just from the way he talks to her. Like he knows she’ll obey him, whatever he says, without any care for humiliating it is. And she does, spreads her pussy lips wide as she can, pink and beautiful, her arousal glistening off her little, shining nub.
“That’s my girl,” Eren whispers, stroking her hair affectionately, smirking at the obvious erection his friend was sporting. “You’re so wet baby, why don’t you show them how wet you are?”
“With my fingers, Eren?” She asks obediently, pretty grey eyes looking at him sweetly for permission.
He nods, kisses her on the forehead affectionately. “Use two, but don’t make yourself come, okay?”
She lets out a little whine; he loves to do this, loves to get her excited and then not her come. Nevertheless she slips two fingers in, slowly at first, but she slides in so easily, it doesn’t take long for her to start thrusting evenly, her breathing shallow and heavy.
“Look at that,” Jean marvels, his fingers itching to touch her, but staying respectfully on her thighs. “… it’s like she almost forgot we were here.”
“Then we can fuck her right,” Connie murmurs, watching her fingerfuck herself almost hypnotically. “She won’t care.”
She hears them talk about her and it only turns her on even more - even though it doesn’t matter what she cares, Eren decides if they could fuck her or not, and even though she never wanted to be with any other man, she can’t help but get wetter and wetter with each thought. It makes her go faster, harder, completely forgetting what Eren told her. Watching her get carried away, he pinches her left nipple, and she lets out a small yelp.
“That’s enough,” he says harshly. she can see that he’s irritated and it makes her almost wither. She looks at him lustfully, pleadingly, but for what? To let herself come? To let her sit on his cock and ride him till they both come?
(Or was it to let Jean finally have his way with her?)
“… You were getting carried away, weren’t you?”
“I’m sorry, Eren,” she whispers, sounding genuinely apologetic but still thoroughly needy.
“What’s your problem, Jaeger? You won’t let her get off, you won’t let her get us off… You’re the greediest bastard I’ve ever known.”
Grinning, Eren leans down to whisper something in her ear, making her turn crimson.
Shyly, eyes hooded, she slowly thrusts her fingers deep into her pussy, and removes them, glistening and sticky. Adorably, she lifts her fingers up to Jean - who watches her transfixed and utterly turned on - whispers, “… Would you like a taste?”
