I want to arrange a meet up with all my dominant friends just to show you off. I want to dress you up sexy, with my collar and cuffs boldly visible on your body. I want to sit you on my lap and let them admire every inch of you as they grow more lusty and envious.
"Show them how pretty you are, baby. Spread your legs. Be good for me and my guests. That's right, nice and wide....oh, baby! Are you excited already? Just from everyone looking at you? What a slutty little sub you are, leaking all over my fingers just from a few eyes on you!"
I can't help but tease, and my friends will, too. I'll let them decide if you get to cum, my pet. Be warned, some of them are more sadistic than I am...try not to look TOO excited.
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?”
Kdnsps I get it 😭 I’m thankful u kept in the little comments ab her eyes and “assets” LMAOOO I just can’t bring myself to read x readers for some reason <\3 it’s my subconscious telling me that it should be Mikasa in that position lmaooo
When u say sharing do u actually mean sharing 👀 like in that other link? (I mean this is a good way hehe) or more passive?
NGHHH i know right, she's my best girl, i want her to go through all the kinky shit lolz. also the second person speech in x reader is not my fav... although i may try my hand at it some time... idk yet
and if i understand what link you're talking about, i mean exactly that >.<
Pls I got nervous 😭 some people get a little scary whenever u mention Mikasa with someone else kxksdw she just deserves good dick from everyone and cuddles from Eren when she’s done 🙄
I completely get u 😭🙄 there is a reason I wrote that fic and completely removed Mikasa’s name, and did not tag it eremika lmfao
BEST GIRL DESERVES ALL THE GOODNESS FROM EVERYONE ✨❤️✨
