tags/warnings: nerd!eren x mean!fem reader, college au, eren is a subby loser, lowkey perverted, mentions of other aot characters, (probably ooc because i haven't seen the show), porn with plot, masturbation, flashback to first time, riding, dacrphyllia, voice kink, mentions of creampie, dumbfication, brief nosebleed, orgasm denial/retention, eren likes being used I fear...
P2
inspo
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Eren couldn't help himself.
He missed you. He missed you so much, he tried distracting himself with doom scrolling, just to see you in a photo Jean tagged you in. On the beach, in the bikini, you tease him about wearing during study sessions.
Maybe it was the way the spandex hugged your curves, or how little your top covered your breasts. Maybe it was that seductive look you gave the camera, lowering your gaze, as if you knew Eren was going to see it - taunting him with the memory of when you two were alone.
“Have you ever even felt the touch of a woman before?” Eren's eyebrows pinched, biting his lips, as you trapped him against the wall.
“S-So what if I haven't?” He tried to sound unbothered by your bullying, but once again, your knowing smirk shot his ego down to zero– you both knew who had the upper hand. But you didn't abuse it, oh no. You gave him an option, gracefully wrapping your arms around his tense shoulder, gold bangles barely brushing past his pink cheeks, focusing on the nerd with a new look in your eyes–it was warm, and alluring, staring deeply into his eyes, and then to his lips. His chest heaved, forgetting how to breathe, as you moved to fix his glasses.
“Would you like to?”
Before he knew it, he was hard. Precum leaked through his boxers, as his hand ached to touch himself. It was wrong, he shouldn't but the more he stared at the picture, the more his mind slipped out of his control. He slowly pulled his length out, red and dripping. Shamefully, he began to stroke, shuddering at how sensitive he's become. He continued pumping, filthy wet sounds filling his ears as he closed his eyes to fantasize about you better.
You did this. You took his sanity and virginity, haven't called him back for weeks and now all he can do is remember the way you were on top, taking him in and out of a warm, sopping cunt, and your moans softly fanning his skin.
“Ah ~ you feel so good~ fvck~” You mewled into his ear, as he gripped tight to the sheet watching you fvcked yourself with him. Tears began to stream down his face, feeling himself getting closer and closer, stifling a loud sob as he tried to use his voice.
“[name] I-I-I need to-”
He let out a choked moan, as you sat up, taking in all of him, “you need to cum?” You asked coyly. he nodded desperately as he pleaded and chanted your name like a prayer. a smile stretched on your face as you started bouncing on his throbbing cock, forcing sweet, cracked moans out his dry throat. he began to mindlessly beg for mercy, tears and snot running down his face. “ngh, no, no please~ i’ll~”
“You want me to stop?~” You threatened to slip off but he quickly grabbed your waist, hugging you to stay. You giggled, holding up his chin to make him face you. His green eyes were glazed over, begging for release, but he didn't know how to. You tilted your head, “Do you need help to cum?”
Eren couldn't speak. He looked up to if you were a goddess, basking in the small moments you were nice to him. He nodded, blocking out everything else in the world except you. He only wanted you.
You forced him to maintain eye contact as you slowly began to rock your hips, shuddering at your stimulation but pushing through it. You wanted to see him go dumb.
“Let go at one, ok” ?You whispered against the shell of his ear, he moaned in response.
“Ten”
You tightened around him, overstimulated yourself.
“Nine~”
His mouth fell open, twitching underneath you.
“Eight”
He hid himself in the crook of your neck.
You gasped, “Seven.”
Muffling his pathetic, loud whines and cries against you.
“Six”
You pushed him back against the headboard.
“Five. Don't make me start over.” You warned as he keened to your hand around his neck.
“Four, fvck~”
You moaned, feeling yourself getting close too. Meanwhile, Eren was on the brink of filling you up to the brim. He sniffled, holding himself back.
“Three!”
Eren's vision blurred as his bottom half went numb. So close.
“Two”
You paused to catch your breath. Looking down to see him absolutely gone. Drool flowed from his mouth as he lay there whimpering like a puppy. He looked too cute to not be awarded. You went closer to his face, feverishly closing the space between your lips. It was sloppy, desperate, and gross. Leaving a string of saliva between you two.
Eren let out a shaken “thank you” as his eyelids began to droop, still trying his best to look at you. You bit your lip, holding back a smile, but you couldn't help it.
“One. Let it all out like a good boy~”
In reality, he's thrashing around in his twin-sized bed alone in his messy dorm. Clear-frame glasses skewed and foggy on his face, hair disheveled, left hand covering his mouth squeezing and twisting his cock, until warm seeds slowly cascaded down his shaft–pooling onto his abs.
He removed his hands as his body shook and convulsed. Eventually, he laying motionless, bordering sleep until his eyes began to flutter open, and he recollected himself.
Once the clarity kicked in, so did shame.
He rolled over, stuffing his face into a pillow. “Why did I do that!?”
He wasn't sure what he regretted the most, letting his desires gain control over him, or letting you be first, so now his only desire is you. Eren Yeager, top of all his classes, who never let anything get in his way, fvcked with someone who he knew deep down would be the death of him and still indulged.
That's what he gets for falling for someone who hated his guts.
He reached for the box of tissues as his phone buzzed.
Groaning in irritation, he forced himself up to fix his glasses and pants, picking them up with his unsoiled hand.
“unknown number”
Must be his lousy roommate, Jean Kirstein, calling from the county jail.
“What?” he rasped harshly, expressing his annoyance before Jean said anything. There was an unusual pause on the other side.
“...Is that how you pick up the phone, Yeager?”
Eren choked on nothing, falling into a coughing fit. It was you. After all this time, it was you! Why did you have to call now? He put the phone back to his ear, but was too scared to speak.
“You good?” You voiced concern.
He gets himself together, attempting to play it cool. “Uh huh,” His voice betrayed him. “Um, how- how are you? I haven't heard from you in a while.”
You noticed but mercifully didn't say anything. “I lost all my contacts after I got a new phone. Mikasa gave me yours. Why? Did ya miss me?”
You had no idea, but he couldn't let you know that. He steadied his voice, “No, because you missed 5 study sessions, I was getting worried about your…studies.”
You audibly blinked “...Lame.”
“Yeah, that was lame, " Eren thought to himself, pinching the bridge of his nose from an upcoming headache.
You smacked your lips, “But you're kind of right? I need to finish this history project tonight to save my grade, and I'm hardly finished. Can you come over?”
Eren froze. Did he hear that right? You never invited him to your house before, let alone your space, unless it came at the expense of his rationale. He cleared his throat. “Sure. Um, when?”
“Now, duh!” You dropped the call, leaving him back with unsanctified thoughts and feelings. That night with you replayed through his head like a broken record. His thoughts, his sounds, your sounds, your smell, your body, came back like a flood. You've completely intoxicated him
It made him dizzy.
Stumbling into his shared bathroom, he caught a glimpse of himself in the dirty mirror– his brown hair all disheveled, his eye bags were more visible, and sweat riddled his acne-prone skin, causing strands of his hair to stick to it. And to top it all off, dark red blood rolling down his nose.
He let out a deep exhale as he reached for a tissue. “Who am I kidding? [name] would never date someone like me.”
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a/n: may or may not have a part 2. please don't count on it
For as long as you could remember, summer had always been your favorite season. In your younger years, you’d had a few months off of school to look forward to. As you got older, and thus, more free to do and go wherever you please, a few months off of school became long road trips, vacations, bonfires on the beach, camping, skinny dipping in lakes under the stars at 3 AM. You loved the stench of weed and bug spray, the tacky feeling of sunscreen and sweat melting over your skin, especially when your skin was pressed against his.
After Highschool was over, you and your group traveled frequently- together, one on one, with whom never really mattered much, but among all of the adventures, your favorites were always the camping trips. The lot of you would travel up into the mountains, cramp yourselves together in shared tents, around a campfire, jean would bring his guitar. There would be booze, and weed, and so many hotdogs. You and your group of friends would scour the riverbanks for geodes, while the other boys would swing from trees and hurt themselves, as they typically did.
And by morning, when the sun was peaking through the cracks of the tent, you’d wake up snuggled in sweaty clothes and lightweight blankets with your favorite green eyed boy, Eren Yeager. This morning was no exception, but, this morning it was Eren who’d woken you up- softly grinding his morning wood against your ass from behind.
You weren’t sure if he was even awake himself, or if he was only seeking pleasure in the haze of sleep, but you simply couldn’t help yourself from softly arching your back and pressing yourself into him teasingly. Eren grunted softly against your ear, his grip on the fabric of your sleep shorts tightening.
The air smelled soft and dewy, and the morning birds chirped loudly from high up in the trees. The sun had only just begun peeking over the horizon, so you were sure that none of your other friends were awake yet. But even still, the risk felt thrilling. Your camping tent was smack between Jean and Mikasa’s, and Armin and Annie’s. If either of them were awake they were bound to hear.
“Eren, baby, wake up.” You whisper to him, feeling him pulse against your backside at the sound of your voice. He stirs, gripping your waist tighter and softly rolling his hips forward once again. Your eyes roam over the tanned skin of his forearms wrapped around your middle, and you trace a finger over the thick veins and muscle there. Raising your arm up behind your head, you tangle your hands in his hair and tug softly, chiding at him once again.
“Eren~”
Dark lashes part, framing those piercing forest eyes peering sleepily back at you. He whimpers softly and you chuckle to yourself at the thought- fully awake, he’d deny having made such sounds, sputtering and brushing you off defensively. So easily embarrassed, disguising it behind his aloof, tough guy facade. Eren blinks slowly, gaining his grip on reality for a moment as he comes to consciousness for the morning. You roll from one side to the other, chest now pressed to his own warm body.
“Morning sleepy, it’s early, sorry for waking you.” You whisper, brushing his hair back and dragging your fingertips down the sharpness of his cheekbone. His face is tanned and freckled from exposure to the sun’s rays over the past few days and it makes you feel a bit feral- if you’re honest.
“Then why did you?” He whispers back, voice cracking slightly. His eyes flutter shut as he leans into your touch. You grin.
Right now, you feel mischievous. Perhaps it’s the thrill of the compromising position, so close to your sleeping, unaware friends, with his hard on pressing into your lower belly. Perhaps it’s the forest’s sounds stirring some sort of primal instinct in you, the heat of the morning, the rushing of a nearby river. Or maybe you’re just incredibly horny. Who cares.
“You tell me. You’re the one grinding up on my ass.” You tease. His thick brows draw together in confusion, eyes suddenly wide.
“Huh?”
“Don’t act like whatever dream you were having wasn’t delicious. You’re still hard, see?” You reach between your bellies and dip your fingers below the waistband of his boxers, sliding your palm over his scalding length. Eren’s breath catches in his throat, lips parting- but certainly not in protest.
“Fuck, what-?” He exhales softly. “Ok, ok…yeah”
The man rolls onto his back, smiling lazily as you palm him.
“You’re insane” he mutters, grinning at you, but the subtle glint in his tired eyes says he’s into it. So into it.
“Don’t you love it though?” You whisper, removing your hand and tossing your leg over his hips. You smoosh your lips against his heatedly, kissing his mouth like you’re starved, and Eren groans softly into it, tangling his hands into your hair as he slips you his tongue sloppily. You don’t deny him. How could you?
You allow the brunette a few more good, hasty kisses before you’re latching your lips to his neck, tasting the salt on his skin, inhaling his scent like it’s a drug- and it may as well be. His breathing is deep and ragged as you’re lavishing his chest and stomach with your wet, tantalizing kisses. He feels your tongue on his lower belly and just as suddenly, his hips are rolling up in desperation.
“Get on with it…please?” He grunts, gazing down at you with those eyes. Those eyes that make you feel insane. You sink your teeth into the fabric of his boxers, dragging them down his toned legs.
“…fuck” he whispers, wedging his knuckles between his teeth to keep himself quiet. He watches as you sink your mouth down on his throbbing length, slowly, slowly, he’s so hard it hurts and you’re staring at him like you’re ready to devour him. His hips buck up ever so slightly and in a split second your hands are holding him down to the ground, unable to move. His head falls back in the haze of pleasure, legs spreading wider as you slurp around his cock.
You hum softly, as if the taste of his skin delights you, eyes closing as you stuff your mouth full of him. You’re a freak, he thinks, and he fucking loves it. Raising himself up on his forearms, he grunts softly, jaw lax as he watches you in awe.
“Fuck, i love you…I’m not gonna last.”
He’s sweating- you both are, temperatures rising just as the sun rises in the sky, casting a soft red glow on your bodies as light filters through the tent’s fabric. In the neighboring tent, the sound of rustling sleeping bags catches your attention. The sounds of your friends slowly waking. The two of you lock eyes and you know he heard it to, his lips form a tight line and he lets his back fall to the ground, slapping his hand over his mouth as you speed up your pace.
You can feel his body tensing up beneath your palms as his orgasm rapidly approaches, his eyes cross and his nostrils flare wildly as he tries to steady his breathing. And just as quickly, his breathing stops. If he didn’t know any better he’d believe his heart had too, as he cums and the waves of his climax crash over him- he could drown in it and he’d gladly do so. It fills your mouth and you swallow- and swallow again, pulling yourself up and off of him as quietly as possible to keep your friends unsuspecting. Eren catches his breath, grinning lazily up at you and his chest heaves rapidly. You wipe your mouth with your forearm.
“What?” You quarry, brows furrowed.
“You’re fucking crazy.” He laughs, grabbing your waist and pulling you against him, kissing your sweaty head. “Fucking crazy.”
I love SlutEren, ManwhoreEren, makes bitches cum in 30 seconds with his fingers Eren, "throw that ass back" " take this dick" Eren as much as any other obsessed thirsty girl that into getting dominated; but... Eren yeager actually aint dominating nobody. Eren yeager is getting tied down and taken for a ride.. if hes a good boy.
sub!18yo!eren jeager x gn!reader ; s4 spoilers ; nsfw !
imagine eren clinging to you right after he apologized to ramzi. him laying in your bed as he looked at you with his red and puffy eyes, feeling them fill with tears once again. watching your worried expression through his blurred vision, letting you cup his cheeks, cooing at him while your thumbs wiped the warm liquid running down his cheeks but no matter how many times your fingertips moved to stop the tears, they continued to flow down to eren's trembling lips. he cringed at the salty taste as he opened his mouth, speaking for the first time ever since he got here.
"please, make me forget"
you knew what he meant since this wasn't the first time he said something like familiar. you've played this song and dance with eren enough to understand him, his strengths, his weaknesses, his flaws, and his needs. that's why eren found himself screaming into your pillow with pleasure. it was the middle of the night, but eren didn't care. how could he give a single fuck when you fingered his hole so well? the way the tips of your fingers brushed against his prostate made eren sob and clench around you.
your praises didn't help to shut him down either, actually, it was the opposite. eren's sobs got louder when you told him how he's such a good boy for taking your fingers so well. how he's the one who deserves the whole world. he wanted to tell you about the visions he had, the future he saw, and the fact that he will kill more than half of the world. he wanted to let you know he was a heartless monster, a killing machine that was feared by many.
but he knew you wouldn't believe him. how could he be such a monster when everything he will do is to protect his friends? to protect you ? how could he be heartless when he looks at you with hearts in his eyes? when he comes to your room every time he feels shitty because he knows you're the only one who can make him feel this way?
eren didn't even feel you add another finger in. he didn't realize that you sped up and thrust harder. and he didn't even notice the burning feeling that grew in his tummy. he only snapped out of his thoughts when his thighs began to shake and his twitching dick was stroked by nobody else but you. eren let out a final scream into the drool-soaked pillow, back arching into an almost painfully looking angle. but he didn't feel any pain. he only felt pleasure and love. his cum painted the sheets underneath him, your hand still stroking his dick to help him ride out his high. eren listened to your comforting words before weakly tugging at your hand, raspy and used out voice whispering 'too much' before collapsing onto the clean side of the bed. his chest rose and after a few moments of panting, his vision went dark and eren could only think about thanking you once he woke up.
thanking you for making him forget.
a/n : 18yo eren's hair is so pretty ugh :( also, this is my first time writing smut (you can tell) so sorry if it's not perfect ♡︎
Whats with this stoic ass Eren ppl write🤨 Dont get me wrong I eat it tf up EVERY time without fail. But walk with me and consider:
Genre: nsfw 16+
Whiney sub!Eren who can never just keep still while you try to please him. You’ll be sat on his lap kissing his chest and his cute little nipples, whispering to him, “stay still Rennie, mommies making you feel good.”
“Need more,” he’ll mutter, he always pouts at you, cause he thinks thats how he’ll get his way but he can’t even use his manners😕
You point a strict finger at him and tell him, “take what I give you. You know bad boys-“
“-don’t get to cum.” He finished.
You nodded a quiet, “thats right,” falling from your lips, continuing with littering his chest with long wet kisses, your thumbs toying with his nipples.
And when you finally start to move your hips on his lap, he can’t help but try to hump up into you. When you stop your movements and tell him no, the exaggerated groan he lets out is almost enough to make you tap him harshly on the cheek, or stand up and leave entirely. Put him in his place.
Oh but watching him crumble was always more fun. You loved to hear his breath catch in his throat, it was always accompanied by his fingers digging into your skin as he tried his best to contain the sounds. But he’s definitely not very good at it.
Before you know it he’s whining and crying, begging you to let him stick it in. His cheeks are flushed and he’s practically gasping for air, sobbing, “please, please I’ll be good.”
He can never just take what he’s given. Maybe you should really give him something to cry about.
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Edit 3.22.22- my favorite part about rereading this the fact that I wrote it. I think i just like the reminder that Eren isn’t all cool and mysterious but he literally cries at almost every inconvenience🙂 love him.
cw: dom!reader, gn!reader, he’s somewhat of a brat(?),hairpulling, anal fingering, a tiny bit of angst at the end, spitting (once), overstimulation
y’all know the gist, if I missed something tell me
wc: roughly 2.3k
Alright, I know this was supposed to come out yesterday. I know. But it's here so whatever. I wanted to stretch this from 1,5k to 2k which led to 2,3k because I was feeling a little angsty, so it's extremely horny and then just angsty...no in-between.
Lasst es euch schmecken!
'Come here!' you said over the phone.
'What? Why?’
'I have been so damn horny this whole day. Is that reason enough?'
'Y/n, please, I have to finish this assignment. It's due tomorrow’
'Just come here and I'll give you something else to beg for~'
'I still need to finish this…'
'But it's due tomorrow, not today, so you have plenty of time. You know, the Germans say "Was du heute kannst besorgen das verschiebe nicht auf morgen" it means you have to take breaks and breath a little'
'You do know that I'm German, right? And that does not mean…whatever your translation to it was. It's like literally the opposite'
'Alright, imma leave you to it-'
'Wait. I do need a break and I… kinda missed you. I'll be there in probably half an hour. No, make it an hour'
'Sweet!' you exclaimed and hung up.
While you wait for him to arrive, you lightly clean your semi-messy room and arrange misplaced clothes. Though he doesn't really mind if it is a little messy, it's not like you both were dating.
The relationship between Eren and you has been friends with benefit, just without the friends part. You guys weren't friends. You hated each other's guts like crazy but only in front of your mutual friends, behind the scenes you would make him your slut, turn, twist him to your heart's liking, and make sure the guy would forget his name at the end of a night together.
In short: it's complicated.
More than an hour later, he knocked at your dorm room. You opened the door to a rather disheveled Eren standing in front of you. His hair was open and cascading behind his ears, framing his face perfectly. A few droplets of sweat were apparent on his forehead; it was as though he ran to get here. His clothes looked roughed up. He, just like you, did not look like he tried to make much of an effort into his appearance.
"A little late, I must say. Not really how you normally are, what's wrong?"
"Nothing, I just had things to do, I'm sorry"
"Don't be. Come inside"
You turn your back to him to go to the comfy little sofa you have, when Eren snuck up on you from behind, trying to catch you off guard.
"What are you doing?" you addressed in a half-serious stern manner.
"Taking a break, what else?" He said not meeting your eyes at all and only focusing on giving you neck kisses.
You turn around and grab a fistful of his hair to guide him to your mouth. Thus follow a series of kisses going from soft and slow to rough and desperate. You grabbed his waist in such a domestic way, pressing his lower half forcefully into you, that Eren couldn't help but moan in your mouth before the heat rose up his cheeks and ears, causing him to hide his face in embarrassment due to the friction that you created with his slowly hardening cock confined in his pants.
"You're hard," you stated.
"How could I not be…after…after…fuck"
You don't allow him to finish his sentence as you start to fondle his hard-on through his shorts. Grabbing, squeezing, and stroking it; making him erupt all kinds of noises with his face still hidden in the crook of your neck.
With ease, you take a hold of his hair to try to remove his head from your body, in order for you to see his beautiful eyes.
"Can you-" he starts.
You giggle in anticipation while your hand rested around his neck, slowly stroking your thumb up and down knowing it affected him physically as your thumb laid exactly on the most sensitive part of his neck.
"For some reason, I already know what you're going to ask me." You chuckled while Eren looked at you longingly, his eyes were so lost in yours, that he couldn't wait for you to ravish and fuck him into oblivion.
"Sit down on the bed," he does exactly as he's told, lowering his body on your mattress. Your body stood in-between his slightly spread legs, looking down at him.
"C'mon, ask the question you wanted to ask," you instructed. His forehead bore into your lower abdomen, trying to hide his visage. "Can you keep pulling my hair again? I like the feeling," he said, muffled.
You grab a handful of his hair and pull it until his face is completely exposed to you as well as his neck. No more hiding this stupidly pretty face of yours, you thought. The sensation on his scalp being roughly treated felt so good, that he couldn't stop the moans and curses that escaped his mouth. You look at him as his eyes flutter shut from the pleasurable feeling.
"Next time say 'please' if you want something from me. You're not a brat, are you?"
He violently shook his head, debunking your claims.
"Open your mouth," you ordered him. He obeyed. You spat into his mouth and made him swallow it before you crashed your lips on his in a heated and messy make-out session. As both of your tongues were dancing in his mouth you slowly pushed him onto his back, hovering over him.
As you drew back from the kiss for a lick of oxygen you felt Erens strong grip on your shirt trying to keep you close to him. He was as desperate as always. You freed yourself from his hold and straddled his hips. Just as you were about to kiss him again he winced painfully.
"I didn't come here just to kiss, y/n," he uttered but you ignored him completely and lowered your mouth to his neck to shower him with little pecks. "Fuck me, won't you? You…you want this too, I know that, so stop teasing me with those stupid kisses"
You traveled from the left side of his neck over his Adam's apple to the right side, still pressing feathery kisses, and occasionally licking his neck, to draw out any moans inside his lungs.
"You want me to beg don't you…fuck…I- please y/n…fuck I'm so hard I can't do this, please," he turned his head to the opposite direction of you, too ashamed to look you in the eyes.
"Ahh Eren, I know you can do better than that but," you exhaled dramatically. "I guess that will do,"
You excused yourself to grab all the things you felt would be necessary for the night and took your sweet time doing so, just to further tease the man on your bed. When you got back Eren was already in the process of taking off his clothes, because he was an inpatient little bitch. You decided to stand at the door unnoticed for just a little bit. Eren couldn't sense your presence at all and felt as though he was alone in the room. He pulled his boxers down and started stroking himself lazily just to pass time but soon longed for the feeling of releasing. His hand started stroking his length with a much faster pace, leaving him a moaning mess although he knew too well to keep his voice down. Now and then he would graze the fingers of his other hand over his puckering hole, pulsing in anticipation of wanting to get absolutely railed by you. He leaned back into the cushions of your bed and spread his legs for his hand to have better access. After wetting his finger in his mouth he didn't hesitate to stuff his ass with them.
In and out the fingers went, making Eren erupt quiet moans as his other hand played with the head of his cock. His arching back and the little thigh spasms you observed made it hard to not look at his body.
From the moans and his labored breathing you knew he was about to orgasm. Not on your watch though. You saw that as your queue to disturb his precious time with himself.
"Oh, I think someone is in trouble," you interrupted with a fake pouty face showing fake sympathy. With shock, he raised his head up to your level as he immediately stopped what he was doing. His eyes met your mischievous smile as you came closer to him on the cushions of your bed.
"Y/n I-"
"Shhh, it's ok," you assured him as you placed your hand on his mouth to stop him from uttering any other words. "You need help with that, don't you?" You stared at him, removing your hand from his mouth to let him speak.
"Eren, I asked you a question." You pushed.
"... I-yes?" This wasn't like you, this wasn't like all the other nights where he would disobey you. Normally, he would have been pulled to your lap and spanked until tears of regret would stream down his eyes. Harsh? Yes. But he liked it like that, he can't say that he didn't like this punishment and that he wasn't having it in the back of his head as he pleasured himself without your permission.
Nonetheless, you pulled out Erens fingers that were jammed in his hole and replaced them with yours. He threw his head back as he didn't think you would actually help him, eliciting a stinging whine. You started fucking him with your fingers not showing any mercy and repeatedly hitting his sweet spot dead on, leaving him squirming like a sprayed cockroach [I'm sorry-]. He stopped touching his tip and started gripping the sheets around him feeling completely content with only your fingers in him. You on the other hand started licking his nipples granting him overwhelming pleasure.
"Fuck, this feels so good~" he squealed in between his series of moans and whimpers. "Can I come, please? Please let me cum!" he relaxed his back against the mattress after arching his back as soon as you took over the control. Tear-filled eyes awaited your answer.
"Yes, yes of course. Go ahead." You assured him.
After a few in-and-outs with your finger, never once missing his prostate, you pushed him over the edge and made him come a rather impressive load all over himself. With a weeping-like sound, he let the feeling of the long-awaited orgasm wash over him.
You didn't stop your fingers as they were fucking him through the orgasm and after he was done coming all over himself. The overstimulation made Eren into a squirming mess.
"Y/N, I'm sensitive-" he whined behind a hand that flew in front of his mouth. Tears were threatening to fall but that just encouraged you more.
"Well, you should have thought about it before you disobeyed me like that. You wanted to come, didn't you? Now I'm making you come even more than you thought. I am basically showering you with orgasms. Isn't that what you wanted? You should be more thankful," you punctuated your words with the pace of your fingers. The way you were with your words did something to Eren and he couldn't deny it. It sent a ticklish feeling through his whole body and specifically his throbbing cock.
"Fuck! I- I'm about to-" and with that, he came for the second time this night. Just how many times was he going to orgasm tonight?
"Don't look at me like that, you knew this was going to happen. This is a punishment, Eren. You really thought I was going to let you go just like that? I'm going to completely drain you until you can't think for yourself," you chuckled behind a serious face that was cracking by the minute as you couldn't fathom that Eren actually thought he would get away with his bratty behavior. His twitching body felt restless in your hold, and after his 6th orgasm, you thought you'd let him rest when he told you he couldn't come anymore. As he relaxed on your bed you went and got things to clean his cum covered body. You return to a, now awake, Eren trying to find the clothes he scattered all around your room.
"What the fuck are you doing?" you asked, genuinely confused.
"This was just supposed to be a break I have to go back and finish this stupid assignment," Eren said, retrieving his boxers from under the bed, however, they got there...
"Hey, but aren't you like tired or something? You should stay and sleep here you know 'cause..." you were running out of words, you just wanted him to stay and be next to you. You looked at him as he fetched his pants and his shirt, struggling to put them on.
"I should probably just get this over with. Text me when...you know when," now fully clothed, Eren left your room, leaving you standing there absolutely perplexed and somewhat alone. Funny how the table has turned. He used to feel just like you after every night together; lonely, abandoned, and empty. Always crying himself to sleep, wanting to feel your body press against him in a comforting manner, but his fear of commitment would keep his other bedside cold. And because he didn't want to fall deeper into this bottomless void he created a strict barrier between you two, which only lead to sharing the pain.
You hesitated if you should call him or not, to ask if everything is ok between the two of you. But you quickly decided to drop it and let him focus on getting his assignment done.
This sucked but you can't get enough of him and vice versa.
