𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏 𝒋𝒂𝒆𝒈𝒆𝒓 ¬ 𝒏𝒏𝒏 ☁︎ 𝒔𝒎𝒖𝒕
𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬: 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧, 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 '𝐲/𝐧', 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬, 𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐟, 𝐧𝐨 𝐧𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫, 𝐢'𝐦 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐜𝐬 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐢'𝐯𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐝, 𝐯𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐦??? 𝐢𝐝𝐤 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧'𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐨𝐟𝐟.
the month of november seemed to hit after october exceptionally fast, it was like you blinked and suddenly the year was already coming to a close end.
however, with the month of november also came that stupid fucking challenge your stupid fucking boyfriend always happened to participate in, always placing some low bet against his friends in this short moment of celibacy.
and every time, you try so hard to make him fail. and every time since you'd gotten together, it never worked.
this year, you were more than prepared and determined.
it was a normal thursday evening, both you and eren were sat in his room, listening to triggered by chase atlantic. he was sat at his desk, yelling about some game he was playing with connie, jean and armin. you didn't care enough to know which one.
you were getting beyond bored as the whole reason you had come to his house was to hangout with him. but instead he chose to play some bum-ass game with his friends that he could play any other time.
your eyes were starting to hurt with how long you had been staring at your phone screen and scrolling through tiktok. you could feel your them becoming droopy and your brain starting to buzz with each passing minute in which you weren't getting attention from eren. the only reason you hadn't fallen asleep yet was because his loud ass kept yelling about dying or whatever every two minutes.
this was getting both irritating and tiresome. you were a fraction of a second away from grabbing your shit and spending your night back in your own yard, in your own bed.
that was going to be the case until you remembered his challenge. that same challenge that had been preventing you from getting exactly what you had been craving for almost a week and a half now. and you knew damn well that eren was feeling something too.
you could see it in the way he would take a little longer than usual admiring your features, in the way his hands would linger and hold for longer periods of time when he would touch you, even if only slightly.
yeah, this year was definitely different.
he seemed closer to cracking than usual. perhaps all he needed was that little push and he would break.
"eren..." you call his name ever so softly from the other side of his small room, rolling onto your other side to face him instead of the window.
you wait a few seconds for him to respond, but all that he gives you in return is the low clicking and flicks of his controller in his hands.
"yo, i'm being serious, con if you don't pattern up this round i'm dropping you." oh so he wasn't even listening to you. great.
okay this was a piss take now.
"oh for.." you mumble to yourself and quietly stand from his bed, rustling his sheets in the process. walking over to his desk chair you place your hands on his shoulders from behind, resting your chin on the headrest.
that seemed to slightly snap him out of whatever trance his screen had him in as he turns his head to the side slightly to look up at you, only briefly.
and then almost immediately afterwards, he was back to focusing. your annoyance peaked with his lack of response. that was the exact moment you decided his dumb ass wouldn't get any mercy from you.
so, your hands slide down his bare biceps, feeling along every ridge and muscle along the way. eren clearly thinks nothing of it as he barely even flinches, his tongue darting out to lick his drying lips as his eyes dart around that godforsaken screen.
kicking it up a notch you harshly drag his chair back, "woah- what the fuck are you doing?" he finally looks at you, thick brows furrowed.
"shut up and play your damn game." your words come out more of a grunt as you slide in front of his desk and between his parted legs before you drop to your knees in front of him. he continues to stare at you in confusion before deciding to ignore you antics with a quiet kiss of his teeth, eyes back on the screen and fingers back to flicking along his controller.
"eren you good? why'd you stop like that?" you can hear connie through his headset, his question brings a crack of a sly smile to your lips.
"don't worry about me, worry about your shit aim." eren scoffs into the headset's mic. you can hear as his comment earns a few laughs.
carrying on with your mission, your hands trail up his thighs and back down. you repeat the action a couple of times, up and down, up and down, studying his expression as you did so.
giving a slight shrug of your shoulders, more for yourself than for him, your hands creep upwards and to the low hanging band of his grey sweats.
that definitely earns you a reaction as his hips give a gentle twitch and he immediately presses a button on his headset, muting his mic.
"fuck are you doing? back up." he drops his controller onto his desk as his large hands then immediately shoot down to grip your wrists.
"eren i swear to god, if you don't drop this fuck-ass challenge, you're not getting any the moment december first hits." you glare up at him, the hint of a warning low in your tone.
but your boyfriend was nothing if not a stubborn man. he kisses his teeth again and harshly pushes your hands back, "if i can last this month i can do another, light work." he grumbles and reaches for his controller again.
your gaze darkens at his resolve as your fingers creep back up to toy with his drawstrings. before he can reach back up and unmute his mic, you grab his wrist.
"how about this yeah, you let me suck you and if you don't cum in eight minutes i'll add my own money to that stupid bet all of you lot have going on." you suggest, looking up at him through your lashes to add some extra persuasion.
it takes him a second to respond as he mulls over your offer. but you knew your boyfriend and you knew him well. he never backed down from an extra chance to show he could do something with ease.
"aight, bet." he gives a curt nod and relaxes into his seat, slouching in his back a bit more as he parts his legs a little bit wider. grinning to yourself, you reach for the band of his sweatpants.
"never said what happens if i lose." he mumbles, bringing you out of your own focus. looking back up at him you raise an eyebrow. he glances down at your expression and the semblance of a smirk quirks the corner of his lips.
"didn't think that far ahead did you? you just want some dick." he snickers to himself lowly, pushing his hair out of his face before reaching for his hair tie on his desk and scooping his hair back into a messy sort of updo.
"not saying i'll lose init, but if i do... yeah you'll find out." he shakes his head.
"whatever you've got planned s'not gonna be a proper punishment is it?" you know him too well.
"nah." he gives something akin to a smirk.
he doesn't let you respond as he unmutes his mic and picks his controller back up. you shrug yet again and get to tugging down his sweats with his help as he raises his hips for you a little.
your next obstacle was his black boxer briefs. pulling his sweats down to his thighs you notice he was already sporting a slight bulge. your hand grazes over it tenderly and he gives no reaction.
"i said don't worry about me, bro- focus." eren's scoffs into the mic, presumably talking to connie again while you weren't paying attention.
your fingers find his tip as you rub slow and soft circles around the underneath, right against the spot that made him the most sensitive. you watch as his eyebrows quirk inwards subtly before he quickly relaxes them and clears his throat quietly.
oh so he wants to be a nonchalant mother fucker, aight.
you get up close and personal with his bulge and slip your tongue out to lick against that same spot you were previously teasing. and this time his body betrays him as his hips jolt quickly. you glance up at him with mock innocence as you continue to tongue the area.
the look he gives you is nothing short of a warning to stop teasing.
so you do exactly that and pull down the band of his briefs just enough to release his cock. by the slight sigh he gives through his nose, you could tell he had been waiting for that. you knew he was pent up since starting this challenge, probably having been thinking about how he obliterated you the night before november the first.
wrapping your hand around it, the heat radiating from his skin immediately warms your palm. twisting your wrist you feel the heavy weight of his cock, you feel the way he twitches and how his thigh tenses beneath the surface of your other hand that rested on his leg.
giving him a few firm pumps you watch him oh so closely and already your actions were taking effect on him, he must've been sensitive right now. you weren't gonna pussyfoot around this, you wanted to win. you wanted to win so he'd finally touch you again without fear of losing the month-long idiotic challenge.
his leg begins to give a slight bounce in an attempt to keep some focus, his brows perched into a full frown now.
you keep giving languid strokes, working up his precum as some form of lube to slick him up, starting slow and gradually picking up the pace as a low wet sound began to come from your ministrations underneath his desk.
"mmgh..." your eyes snap back up as eren unwillingly lets out a low muffled groan, shoving the back of his hand against his mouth as his eyes squint, staring at the screen.
"what was that?" you hear connie.
"you alright?" armin follows.
"m'aight. just get on point." eren clears his throat quickly and clenches his hands back around his controller, his grip much firmer now.
this was a major boost to your ego, from just your lightest touch he was falling apart at the seams. props to him for at least attempting to keep some kind of control, but your next step might just dissolve that confidence.
you lean forwards and part your lips, licking them quickly with a flick of your tongue which purposely accidentally catches right on the end of his tip, right up the middle of his slit. eren jolts once again, his forearm hitting his desk as he finds the strength to quickly mute his mic again.
"if you keep fucking teasing me i'll call off your end of the deal and you won't get any kind of dick any time soon. fucking cock-whore." he warns with one of his harsher glares.
you have to hold back a muffled giggle as you part your lips wider and take his tip into your mouth, sucking so gently that if he weren't so sensitive from a long period of having no stimulation, he might not have felt it at all.
"fuck...." he gives a sigh, leaning back further into his chair as one of his hands finds the back of your head, "come on, i know you can do better than that." he scoffs at you, looking down at your glazed over eyes with his own lidded ones.
taking that as a challenge you stretch your mouth wider and take his large cock farther down your throat. his own mouth drops open only a little as his head falls back against his headrest while his eyes flutter closed, long eyelashes dusting his cheeks as he simultaneously fights the urge to bite his bottom lip.
this was a lot harder than he had anticipated, he seemed to have forgotten just how warm and wet your mouth felt. and this was a very good reminder. this was part of the reason he even went along with the 'no nut november' bet, he honestly couldn't give less of a fuck about it were it not for the feeling of you after so long without stuffing at least one of your holes.
"fucking- christ, there you go... good girl, good fucking girl.." he groans as you take him deeper and deeper, straining your jaw as you try your hardest to get all the way down to the base.
your tongue swirls around his tip as you alternate between sucking and licking, flicking your tongue and hallowing your cheeks.
"mmm mhm, mhm that's it. c'mon pretty..." he sighs, his hand sliding down from the back of your head to cup the side of your neck.
it was the call of the others through his headset that reminded the both of you not to arise suspicion, not that you really cared. it wasn't your game and it wasn't your problem if he failed.
"eren. yo eren! fuck are you doing? why're you just standing around man- get on point! fuck sake... talking about me and my aim when you're not even playing the fucking game man." you hear connie grumble and spew from the loud speakers of his headphones that eren always seemed to have turned up too loud.
he quickly unmutes and takes his warm hand away from your neck which had been dangerously close to cupping and squeezing your throat.
"fuck off, i was doing something." he hisses, locking his hands back around his controller.
carrying on with your mouth around him, you bring your hand up to wrap tightly around the inches you couldn't quite squeeze in, enveloping him entirely. eren tries so hard to act nonchalant as if he wasn't just moaning for you two seconds ago. you could tell you had him wrapped around your finger already however as you couldn't hear that quick and calculated flicking of his fingers against his controller anymore. not as fast as they were originally going at least.
things were moving a bit slower now as you took your time just enjoying him. it wasn't too deep into the month yet, but with a man like eren the sting of no sexual gratification was prominent, so this chance he had given you was for mainly yourself, and you'd be damned if you didn't savour the opportunity.
"fuck!" you almost flinch as he yells above you, and neither of you are too sure whether it's because he died in the game or because you released your mouth from him only to suck on the sensitive underside of his head.
he's flushed now, cheeks a little redder and eyes so close to closing. every so often his hips would give a twitch, like he was silently demanding you take him back down your throat. it was getting boring with only a few minor reactions here and there that could easily be played off at this point, so you internally said 'fuck it' and took him back in, all the way down, bobbing your head up and down at a much quicker pace.
your hands began to trail, from his thighs up to his abdomen and back down again. eren was losing it and rapidly. there's a clatter above you as he rips off his headset and drops his controller down onto his desk.
surprise almost grasps you as both of his hands find purchase on your head again, keeping you still as he bucks his hips up, touching the back of your throat as he fucks your mouth.
you have to remember in that split second to breathe through your nose and relax your throat as you grip his thighs, hands balling up the scrunched up material of his sweats. you don't even get a chance to look up at his expression as fat tears well in your eyes before they roll back and close, focusing solely on pleasing him.
"fuck fuck fuck...!" he hisses through clenched teeth as he shuts his own eyes, leaning his head back as sweat begins to prick at the skin of his forehead, making the few stray hairs that had fallen from his tie stick to his face.
"fuck this stupid challenge, fuck the stupid bet- shit.. c'mon, be a good girl for me, yeah?" he pants through his parted lips, cracking his eyes back open to look down at you. the light from his screen bathes him in a pale glow, hitting his green dilated eyes just right and making them seem brighter.
"oh fuck- oh fuck y/n don't stop. just like that, sweetheart." his hands drop down to cup either side of your neck, his thumbs pressing on your throat with just the slightest hint of pressure. his tongue slides out to wet his drying lips as his teeth overlap his bottom one, taking it in between.
"how the fuck- how the fuck am i this close already..? shit. m'nna fucking cum." he hisses. his chest heaving up and down as he uses your throat like some kind of toy as he fucks it with abandon. his chair creaks with his harshening movements. soon enough his hair tie falls from his hair, how he had tied it had been loose and halfhearted anyways. his hair drops down and skims his shoulders, a couple of strands falling in front of his face before he uses one hand to knock them back.
that same hand slams down on the desk with a tight grip as he stands up, forcing you to sit up more on your knees. your own hands fly out to grip his hips as you try to move your head against his grip and in rhythm to his thrusts.
eren hunches over the desk and groans though the thin line he had pressed his lips into as he screws his eyes tight and drops down to slam his forearm down on the surface, resting his forehead on his arm as his hair sprawls against it and his sturdy desk which shook with his hard thrusts.
"fuck.. ah shit.." he pants as he releases deep down your throat and you gag and choke as he leaves you with no choice but to swallow it all down.
his body twitches and jolts with every slight touch you give him after his orgasm, and he hisses as he slowly pulls his cock from your mouth. the change in temperature from your warm mouth to his arguably not as warm room only adds to his sensitivity.
he stands there for a second, gathering himself as he breathes heavy, slowly calming down. he would be annoyed at the shit eating grin on your face if you hadn't just sucked the soul from his body.
"you lose. you're a weak man, baby. this is all it took, really?" is all you say, voice hoarse from having him stuffed so far down and repeatedly jackhammering against what felt like your vocal chords at some point.
"yeah shut the fuck up and get on the bed." he clicks his tongue and drags you up with a mean grip on your forearm.
you got exactly what you wanted. smiling to yourself you make your way over to his bed, eren trailing close behind you and not paying any mind to the fact he had just completely abandoned his friends mid-game, leaving them confused and annoyed. he had more important business to take care of right now.
it's been so long since i've written idk what the fuck that was icl gang </3
