✧ Attack on Titan men as nervous, inexperienced boyfriends discovering intimacy for the first time
✧ Oral giving, Oral receiving, Dry humping, Fingering
✧ These drabbles are set later in the timeline when the characters are older. None of the scenarios depict them as underage.
✞ ⋆ Eren Yeager
virgin!Eren who always talked big. “I’ll make you feel so good, you’ll never look at anyone else,” he’d said weeks ago, trying to puff up his chest and act like he knew what he was doing. But when it actually came down to it, when you were on your knees between his thighs, kissing the sensitive skin just below his belly button, all of that cocky bravado vanished.
virgin!Eren who swore up and down that he could handle it, but stiffens the moment he feels your lips against his dick. His hands grip the sheets, unsure if he should push or pull, overwhelmed by the warmth and wetness. “F-fuck” he tried, but every time you took him deeper, his words broke off into helpless gasps. He couldn’t keep still, hips twitching upward despite his best efforts, eyes squeezed shut as if it was all too much to take in.Every flick of your tongue makes him shiver, hips bucking subtly, and he moans softly, embarrassed but powerless to stop it. His chest rises too fast, eyes half-lidded, and when you tease the tip with your tongue, he swallows thickly, utterly lost in the sensation.
virgin!Eren when he finally spilled, it was with a desperate cry, whole body arching as though the pleasure was too much for him to bear. His chest heaved, sweat sticking to his hairline, and he stared at you with wide, dazed eyes, lips parted in disbelief. “I-I didn’t mean to… that fast,” he admitted hoarsely, embarrassed. But the way his cock twitched again when you licked your lips told you he was completely undone.
✞ ⋆ Jean Kirstein
virgin!Jean had been nervous all night, hands twitching like he wanted to touch you but didn’t know where to start. When you finally laid back, tugging him down your body, he swallowed hard, throat bobbing.
virgin!Jean who kissed his way down your stomach like he was stalling for courage, cheeks flushed and eyes darting up to check if you were okay. “I… I wanna try,” he admitted softly, spreading your thighs with hesitant fingers. His lips hovered just above you before he finally pressed a kiss to your soaked folds, shuddering at your taste. Your sharp gasp when he flicked your clit made his own cock twitch, and he repeated it, again and again, desperate to keep hearing you like that. Soon his hands were holding your thighs wide, keeping you from closing them around his head when his mouth grew bolder, sucking and licking like he was starved for you. His hand occasionally brushes your hips, thumb brushing your clit, and he grins sheepishly every time you gasp or mewl his name.
virgin!Jean when you gasped his name, fingers tangling in his hair, he nearly lost it. His cock strained against his jeans, throbbing painfully, but he didn’t care. All he could think about was you, the way you writhed under his mouth, the desperate noises spilling from your lips. He held you down when your hips jerked, tongue circling your clit with sloppy persistence until you came undone, trembling and gasping his name. When he finally pulled back, chin glistening, Jean looked wrecked, pupils blown and lips swollen. “Fuck,” he breathed, dazed. “I wanna do that again. And again. And again.”
✞ ⋆ Connie Springer
virgin!Connie who had tackled you onto the couch, tickling until you squirmed beneath him, both of you laughing breathlessly. But then his hips shifted, grinding down by accident, and the sound you made wasn’t laughter anymore. His breath hitched, and he froze, eyes wide. “Shit, I-sorry, I didn’t mean-” But then your hands tugged him back down, and his brain short-circuited. “F-fuck, okay,” he stammered, pressing against you again. The friction made his head spin, his cock straining painfully against his sweats. His forehead dropped to your shoulder, muffling a shaky groan as his hips rocked down harder.
virgin!Connie when the couch squeaked under your bodies, and his grip on your waist tightened, pulling you closer so he could chase the friction that made his head spin. “Fuck... y-you feel so good, even like this,” he stammered, muffling a whimper against your neck when your hips pushed back harder. He couldn’t control the way he rutted against you, messy and desperate, every brush of your heat through your clothes making him throb. Your little moans only spurred him on, and soon his movements were frantic, almost needy, grinding down like he wanted to melt into you. He didn’t care how clumsy it was, he was lost in the dizzy, overwhelming rush of finally having you like this, and he couldn’t get enough.
virgin!Connie when your thighs clenched around his hips, pulling him closer, and he whined, rutting against you with desperate urgency. Each thrust dragged his cock against the damp spot growing between your clothes, and it made him shiver all over. “I’m-shit, I-I can’t hold it-” he babbled, hips jerking faster until he came with a muffled cry into your neck, body trembling against yours. He stayed there, still grinding softly like he couldn’t stop. When he finally pulled back, face flushed and eyes hazy, he grinned sheepishly. “Uh… round two?”
✞ ⋆ Armin Arlert
virgin!Armin who's hands shook the first time you guided them down between your thighs. He looked at you like he was afraid of breaking something precious, blue eyes wide and shining in the low light. “Are you sure?” he whispered, voice almost pleading. But when you nodded, pressing his palm against your heat, his lips parted in awe. His fingers traced over your damp folds, hesitant, testing. The soft gasp you let out made his cheeks flush scarlet, and he swallowed hard before slipping one finger inside.
virgin!Armin when his breathing was shallowed, blue eyes darting between your flushed face and where his trembling fingers pumped inside you. When your moan slipped out, his lips parted in awe, encouraging him to curl his fingers to hit the right spots. His other hand spreads your thighs gently, fingertips brushing over your inner legs, leaving faint marks. Your thighs twitched around him, and the way your body clamped down had him nearly breathless, wide-eyed as he realised he was the one doing this to you. Each soft whimper you made made heat rushing to his dick, his movements turning steadier, more purposeful, until your hips were grinding against his hand.
virgin!Armin when his thumb brushed your clit accidentally, and you cried out, his breath hitched. “D-did I-? Was that good?” he stammered. At your nod, he repeated it, thumb circling while his fingers curled experimentally inside you. The way you gasped and grabbed at his wrist made his own head spin. “God, you’re beautiful like this,” he whispered, almost to himself, as you came undone on his hand. He pulled his fingers out slowly, staring at them glistening with your slick, then up at you with wide eyes, as if he couldn’t believe he’d just done that. “…I wanna learn everything about you,” he said softly, breathless, “every single way to make you feel like that.”
So from what I read, theyre asking a judge to throw out the case on the grounds that: "if everyone we stole from chooses to join the class action against us, it would financially ruin our company and would also be a precedent for people to sue the OTHER ai companies too, and it would financially ruin THEM as well.
Their argument isn't "we didnt steal," or "we broke no laws by using their stuff without permission" ---- their argument is "but if you hold us legally liable for stealing their stuff, itll be super expensive for us :( "
Needless to say, i hope that the class action goes ahead, and i hope it finds the company legally and financially liable for a fucktonne of money, and I hope that every other AI company also gets sued and has to pay damages into bankruptcy.
sibling relationships are so strange... like i love you. you will never understand me in a way that matters. we are the same person in drastically different ways. we are sewn together. we don't talk. we are attached at the hip. you wish i was never born. can i call you. let's eat together. i forgive you. etc
i don't have enough photos of you on my phone to make one your contact picture. we got the same tattoo completely by coincidence. why do you always get to be mario. i love the meals you cook. we live in different universes. you can stay at my house if you need. we have never been friends. you are more important to me than anyone on this earth
A sweet blonde haired boy ruins you in the bathroom of a party.
MATURE CONTENT!! SMUT
You glared across the room - eyes finding him immediately through the swarm of bodies. Dancing, grinding, laughing, drinking. So many people having the night of their lives. And there he was, nursing a beer, his arm draped around the shoulder of some blonde bimbo you couldn't remember the name of. She batted her eyes at him - a soft smirk playing at his lips.
Jean. You pig.
He was going to fuck her. You knew that. Everyone knew it.
Each night, he'd text you for hours. Getting to know you, complimenting you, talking on and on about the potential you could have as a couple. You'd blush against your pillow, excitedly texting him back - only for him to pretend it never happened the next day. Only for him to fuck a new girl every weekend, barely sparing you a glance.
It was sickening. It felt like a cruel joke, yet you always sat back and allowed the disrespect. After all, you really liked Jean. Maybe you even loved him. You had known him for years.
You were lonely, in this room full of people. Around all your friends. Lonely. Tense.
Desperate.
And.. decently drunk.
"Y/N?" a soft voice spoke, barely audible over the music blasting. You turned your head, meeting the bright blue eyes of one of your friends. Armin.
His hair fell in front of his face - cheeks lightly flushed from the alcohol. He switched out his silver framed glasses for contacts tonight, making him appear older. More handsome. A pair of light khaki pants, a grey sweater. He looked.. good. especially good tonight.
You swallowed that thought, shaking it away.
"You alright?" He asked, tilting his head. You glanced to Jean. Armin parted his lips and nodding in understanding. "Oh, I see."
"Yeah.." You shifted your weight to one side, taking another sip of your drink. Armin leaned against the wall, his shoulders brushing against your hair. He was tall. As tall as the rest of the boys in the group.
"You sh-should give up on him. You're too pretty to be alone right now." He blurted, slurring slightly. He was probably as tipsy as you were.
"O-oh?"
He clicked his tongue. "I don't know why he would be chasing after anyone else. He should be on his knees begging for you to forgive him for even looking at a woman like that." He motioned towards Jean and the woman he was flirting with. "Especially when you look this good tonight."
This couldnt be Armin, right? There was absolutely no way your shy, quiet friend was being so blunt right now. Complimenting you like this.
Of course Armin had said kind words to you before, but no more than a simple, "You look nice."
"Begging on his knees, huh?" You humored, raising a brow at him. You hoped he didn't noticed the slight pink tint coming over your cheeks.
"Mhm. Begging and yearning to even touch you." There was something so sultry about his words. Your core heated every time he opened his mouth.
"Wouldnt that be nice?" You sighed.
"Wouldn't it?" He smiled innocently, eyes slipping from your own orbs to your lips. You swallowed hard, taking a nice, long drink.
"So why aren't you doing anything about... You know." He pointed back at Jean, who at this point, had his hands on the girl's ass. "That."
You furrowed your brows. "I.. don't know.. I don't really know what I'm supposed to do."
Armin shrugged, blowing a strand of blonde hair out of his face. "Make him regret it."
You looked up at him through your lashes. "How could I do that?"
Armin didn't say anything else. He simply grabbed your cup, setting it on a shelf next to his own, and dragged you by the wrist into the center of the room. Warm bodies surrounded you, and the music was even louder here.
God, he was.. Bold tonight.. Different.
"Dance with me?" He said with a raised voice, so you could here him over the song. You hesitated, your eyes finding Jean, who hadn't even noticed you yet.
Fuck it.
You nodded your head. "Okay."
Armin spun you by the wrist until your back was against your chest. His hands found your waist, giving you a gentle squeeze and he started guiding your body alongside his. You could feel his heavy breathing against you. Smell the pine of his cologne. You turned your head back, meeting his eyes.
The corner of his mouth lifted into a smug smile, and you felt your body warm further. His hands trailed up your torso, and you found his fingers mere inches from your breasts.
You almost wanted to pull his hands further up, let him grip your tits while you danced against him.
Jesus, what's wrong with me? Has it been that long?
Before you lost your restraint, he slipped them lower again, gripping your hips with more force. You could feel him, his growing cock against your lower back. It made you bite your inner cheek.
Your ass was rubbing against him, and he reached one hand up to give your throat a squeeze.
You let out a small gasp in suprise, a shiver zapping through you. Fuck. That is hot.
Armin hummed in response, smug at your obvious pleasure.
At this point, you didn't care if Jean was watching. If your other friends were watching. If the entire continent was watching. You were both drunk, and enjoying each others company. No harm in that, right?
Armin brought his lips dangerously close to your neck - to your earlobes. "You are too fucking gorgeous to sulk in the corner over anyone who wouldn't please you."
"Oh, yea?" You mumbled glancing back to look at his handsome face. He smiled, "Mhm."
You batted your lashes, playing innocent. "Who is going to please me then?"
He scoffed quietly, tilting his head back. "Don't tease me, Y/N."
His grip on your hips tightened, and you stood up on your tippy toes to level your ass with his hard member. He let out a choked noise at that friction. "Jesus Christ," He whined.
Jean wasn't in the spot you'd last seen him. You weren't sure where he'd gone. You hadn't seen him slowly pushing through the crowd towards you as Armin leaned his head down to your ear again.
"Do.. Do you wanna go somewhere private?" Armin whispered to you. You didn't hesitate. You were waiting for those words. Desperate to be touched. To release.
This time, you grabbed him by the wrist. Dragging him through the people, down the hall, and into the first opened door you found. A small half bathroom.
Whatever works, works.
He looked at you carefully, shocked at your eagerness. "You're sure?"
But you had fallen to your knees before you had even processed his question - tearing at his pants until you reached his boxers. He leaned back against the wall, cursing under his breath as you cupped him through the fabric. God, he was.. big.. Bigger than you would have imagined.
You pulled his boxers down, and his cock sprung up. You parted your lips, looking up at him. His cheeks were so red - bottom lip being bitten. You maintained that eye contact as you thumbed over his tip, rubbing the pre-cum around.
And when you wrapped your lips around him, tears welling while you throated as much of his length as you could, he let out a choked moan. Fingers entangled in your hair, guiding your mouth up and down his cock.
You could feel him hit the back of your throat with each thrust. You fought off the gags and tears. You wanted to impress hims..
Suddenly, he pulled you off - saliva and pre cum dripping from your swollen lips. He shook his head. "I want to fuck you," he whined, bringing you up to your feet and crashing his lips against yours.
You were immediately entangled in each other, soft moans while your tongues met the other. Hard, deep kisses that made your lips sore. He grabbed you by the back of the thighs, lifting you up to sit on the marble counter. His hard cock was pressed to your panties, a wet spot soaking them. He smirked at that. Your black dress bunched up at your waist, and he finally broke free from your mouth. He reached down, ripping your panties clean off. You gasped, letting at a choked noise and glancing up shyly.
"S-sorry," he slurred, rubbing the back of his neck. "Do you-" he started again, but you interrupted him, grabbing his hand and placing it over your sopping cunt. He sucked in a breath, rubbing two fingers between your slit, circling your clit in a teasing manner.
"So fucking wet," he groaned, sliding one finger inside. "All for me, huh?" All his shyness faded the moment he touched you.
You nodded impatiently, biting your lips and pushing forward to push his finger deeper inside. He curled it, reaching your g spot. Your dress straps began to fall down your shoulders, revealing the top of your breasts.
"M-more," You whined. "Please."
He gently grabbed you by the jaw, forcing you to meet his eyes. "More what, Y/N?" He slipped his finger out of you. "Tell me exactly what you want."
You whimpered at the loss of his finger, your own trailing down your body until he was watching you circle around your clit.
"Use your words, baby."
"W-want your cock." You begged. "Want you to fuck me, please.."
"Good girl."
You watched as he lined the tip of his cock up with your entrance, giving a few teasing nudges, and glancing up to see your reaction. You just whrithed your body against him, demanding his touch.
And when he began to push himself inside, you let out something between a sob and a moan. Inch by inch, he filled you. Filled you more than any other man had. The thought that he very well may ruin you crossed your mind. Fuck. So big.
He reached up and grasped your throat, giving it a squeeze as he bottomed out. He was completely inside you, apart from a few inches that wouldn't fit. You shoved the thought of making it fit away - you didn't want to be entirely broken.
He froze there for a moment, breathing heavily as your wet cunt squeezed him. "Fuck," he groaned, pulling out and shoving himself back in with more force. You moaned out a yelp, eyes squeezing shut. "So fucking tight." He muttered, along with various curses under his breath.
"A-Armin," you breathed, "Feels so good, fuck, so big."
He hummed, thrusting in and out again. His motions were speeding up. Harder - Faster. You started to here the slaps of his body against yours. The lewd wet noises, squelches of his cock inside you, stretching you, soaking you. "Wanna make you fucking cum." He muttered.
You were moaning - loud. Probably too loud, but you didn't care. All you cared about was being defiled by this sweet, innocent nerd. Armin leaned forward, pressing his lips to yours softly as he continued to fuck you.
The softness, the gentleness of his kiss was a sharp opposite of the hard and vigorous fucking he was also doing. You were moaning into his mouth with every thrust, fingers entangled in his hair, or gripping his back.
"G-gonna cum," you whimpered, muscles tightening.
"Good," He replied, thrusting so fast that your tits were now completely out of your dress. You were on the verge of tears, your orgasm so close you could feel the edge come on. "Cum for me. Cum on this dick."
"C-close," you cried out, biting down on your lip as it began to ride over you.
And as your orgasm began, ths bathroom door swung opened, and it faded away.
Fuck, not now. No, No, No.
You were about to throw Armin back and slam the door shut, when you glanced up at the frame.
Jean.
He stood there, wide eyed, mouth opened in shock. Jaw tight. Angry. Suprised.
You couldn't even open your mouth to speak. To send him away. To explain. Not that he deserved it.
Because Armin, who paused for a moment to process what was going on, started fucking you again. Hard. Fast.
So hard that you choked out a long, desperate moan.
He didn't even glance in Jean's direction again, who was still frozen in anger.
Armin's hand squeezed your throat again, and you leaned back against the mirror, closing your eyes tight.
He shook his head. "No, no."
You blinked, moaning softly.
"Watch." He demanded, bringing his other hand down to play with your clit. "Watch how I make you cum, baby."
A smirk tugged at his lips, sweat dripping down his forehead. "Watch me fuck you. Just like he is."
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
Jean was still watching, fists clenched, eyes glued to you. Why hadn't he gone away..? Pulled us apart? Said something?
You couldn't focus. Not when the high of your orgasm began to wash over you. You whimpered out Armin's name, falling limp as he tossed his head back at the extra squeezing on his cock. "Fuck, yes. Close too, baby."
You were a numb, drooling mess. Still whimpering, with pleasure as he pulled his cock out and jerked it several times. His hot liquid spilt out all over your stomach, and you both breathed heavily for a moment.
Jean turn away, shutting the door behind him without a word.
Armin pressed a kiss to your sweaty forehead, stepping back and admiring the mess he made of you. "Bet he regrets it now."
A familiar voice pulled you out from your own mind. You glanced up at the soft-spoken man in front of you. His shaggy blonde hair fell in front of his face, framing it perfectly. The flashing lights reflected off of the lense of his black-framed glasses.
Armin.
“Hey, I was looking for you.” He added with a smile. A light pink tint flushed his cheeks.
He looked… cute.
Or maybe it was the several alcoholic drinks you had downed over the last thirty minutes, thanks to your party animal of a best friend, Sasha. You continued to look up at his handsome face through your lashes.
No, no. He was cute. He was especially cute tonight.
“Y-y/n..? Are you alright?” Armin asked, tilting his head slightly at you. You nodded, smiling at his concern for you. He was sweet. Always.
“Y-yes, of course.. Just need some air, I think.”
He reached his hand down to you, motioning you to take hold of it. “C’mon, we can go outside.” You did, with no hesitation, noting the size of it - much larger than yours, and the warmth against your own.
You zigzagged your way through the crowded club, waving a quick goodbye to your friends and following Armin outside.
The cold winter air hit your face and for a moment, you thought it may completely sober you up.
No, I'm definitely still drunk. You thought, your head a spinning tunnel.
The pair of you leaned up against the cool brick wall, peering down the dark alley together - the bass and faded music of the club still filling your ears.
“You look really pretty tonight,” Armin blurted. You turned to look up at his eyes. His pretty blue eyes.
God, has he always been this tall?
“O-oh..” You stuttered, equally as nervous as the blonde-haired boy. He fiddled with his fingers, looking straight towards his feet. Something about him tonight, something in the air, something in the alcohol. You just wanted to touch him.
You leaned over to look at him a bit closer, bringing the palm of your hand up to his face. You could feel the soft skin beneath you. Your touch turned him into a flustered mess - his eyes wide with surprise, cheeks a dark shade of red, and his mouth agape.
Your attention fell onto his mouth, not noticing him shift his weight onto his other leg to ease the discomfort of the growing bulge in his jeans.
“Your lips,” you muttered, your face a mere foot from his. You could smell his cologne, a light pine filling your nostrils.
Armin gulped. “W-what about them..?”
“Pretty.”
God, you really were drunk. Pretty? I mean, yeah, they absolutely are.. but..
“Pretty?” He responded. You simply nodded, unsure of what else you could say. Embarrassment ran through you.
Why would you say that?
“Y/N?” Armin whispered, and the distance between you felt smaller. Much smaller.
Was it getting smaller? Was I unintentionally moving closer? Was he?
“Yes?”
“You like them?”
You released a breath you weren't aware you were evening holding. Yes, god, yes, you do.
You opened your mouth to reply, but froze, flustered.
“Say it.” He demanded, eyes sparkling in the dim light.
“Y-yes, I like them.” You obliged, your voice a whiny, cracking mess. A look of smugness came over him.
“Then what are you going to do about it?” He whispered again, his voice a tone you had never heard before. Sultry.
His eyes were a wild swirl of desire, flashing between your own eyes and your parted lips. He wants you to kiss him.
Within seconds, you had brought your face to his, your lips so close to his own that you could feel his warm breath on your nose. Both of your eyes were closed, your lips hovering over each other - tempting, teasing, considering.
“Armin..” You breathed, desperate. He hummed in response.
“Please..” You begged the boy.
“Please what?” He mumbled back. “Kiss you?”
“Yes.”
So he did, with no more hesitation, and no more nervousness. He crashed his soft lips against yours, wrapping his surprisingly firm hands around your waist and pulling you as close as you physically could be. The cold winter air was nothing to you anymore - your body a heated mess.
Your lips parted, and his tongue taking its place inside your mouth and lapping at your own. Your hands found their way under his loose shirt, and your breath hitched as one began toying with his buckle - the other running along the firm muscles he was hiding beneath his clothes.
You suppose it wasn't a huge shock - Armin was dorky, and quiet, but he was best friends with Eren and Mikasa. They were both incredibly fit.
Armin angled his leg between yours - pressing his knee against your crotch. You moaned into his mouth, and felt the smirk forming on his lips as he kissed you even more desperately.
His hands trailed down your back, over the hump of your ass until they were gently lifting your skirt. He gripped your ass hard, causing you to grind against his knee with more force.
Fuck.
His hands continued to rub and grab, slowly inching closer to the wet, hot mess between your legs. You had managed to remove his belt, tossing it down on the wet concrete and tugging his jeans down.
You pulled your face from his, your eyes flickering from his lips to the bulge beneath his boxers. Fuck, he looked so much bigger than you had expected.
“You want me?” He whispered seductively. You nodded.
He dropped to his knees, looking up at you through his glasses. He looked gorgeous. Desperate. He looked as if he was yearning for you. You ran a hand through his hair, the other tracing his jaw. “Beautiful,” he complimented.
He pulled your panties down to your ankles in an instant, grabbing one of your legs and tossing it over his shoulder as if you were a rag doll. He admired your pussy, sticking his tongue out and running it up your slit.
You could feel his tongue piercing against your folds. Your hands gripped his hair tighter, and he flicked circles around your swollen clit with his tongue. He groaned against you, the vibrations stimulating you further.
“So wet for me,” he breathed into you, “tastes so good.”
You arched your back as he slid his index finger inside of your cunt, whining out a slur of curse words as you tossed your head back. “F-Fuck, Armin.”
“Mmm.” He hummed back in response, curling his finger up to reach your sensitive spots.
It had been ages since you'd been touched - since you had touched yourself even. Your body was so hungry for more, so hungry for release. You felt the urge to cum quickly. It was embarrassing.
“I… I'm not going to last,” you whimpered, and the boy paused, pulling away from your cunt to meet your eyes. You groaned at the building pressure that had been stolen away. “W-What-” you began, before Armin rose to his feet and picked you up. “S-Shit!” You cried out in shock as he slammed you against the wall, hands gripping your ass and bulge pressed to your bare bottom half.
“Want you to cum on my cock.” He begged, “Please, baby.” He used one hand to pull his member out, lining the tip up with your entrance and swirling it around impatiently. “Tell me to do it.”
Your heart fluttered at the brute strength he had displayed, lifting and holding you against the wall as if you were as light as a feather. He pulled his glasses off his face and tossed them to the ground. “Always wanted this.” He whispered, barely loud enough for you to hear.
“Please,” you pleaded, your arms wrapping around his neck.
“Please, what?”
“P-please. Fuck me, Armin.”
You could barely get out another breath before he shoved the entire length of his cock inside of you, moaning as your walls squeezed him. “S-so tight. So wet.” He whimpered, his lips pressing against the sensitive spot on your neck. You cried out at the stretch, and the way he filled you entirely.
He let you adjust to his size for a moment, leaving soft kisses along your skin before he pulled all the way out and slammed back inside of you. He sped up his pace, thrusting so fast that you couldn't think.
You were moaning so loud, the boy brought one hand up to cover your mouth. “Shhh, baby. Don't wanna get caught.”
Shit. You were in public.
You made eye contact with him, his face so soft, so kind - yet so seductive and hot at the same time. Sweat dribbled down both of your foreheads. His hand muffled your moaning and crying as his cock slammed into you again and again. Each time he pulled out, your cut was desperately aching for his length again - for the force of his cock pounding your cervix.
Hurts so fucking good.
You were close. Very, very close. His tongue and fingers were enough to spiral you, but his cock was sending you over the edge. You could feel the tingling building in your limbs, and the pressure nearly capping.
“Fuck,” he groaned between thrusts, “feel your pretty pussy tightening. You gonna cum on this dick, Y/N?
He moved his other hand back down to your ass, using it to strengthen his thrusts. You gasped out. “Y-yes. S-so close,” you whimpered, tears welling in your eyes. “F-fuck, i-.. i’m-”
“C’mon baby, cum for me.
God.
Your orgasm sent you drooling, moaning out the boy's name. Your cunt tightened around his member, bringing breathy moans from his own mouth.
He crashed his lips against yours, pulling away to speak in between kisses. “Gonna cum, baby. So close. Where do you want it, hm?”
Your sweaty forehead pressed against his. “Inside, please.”
“Yeah, baby? Want me to cum in this pussy?”
“Yes, please,” you cried out.
“Say my name, baby.”
You gripped his neck tighter, pressing your lips to his before pulling away again. “A-Armin, please. Want you to fill me up so bad.”
“Fucck…” He groaned, shoving his cock deep inside once again, before he spilled his hot juice. You felt his cock twitch inside your cunt.
You breathed heavily into each other, hearts still racing as fast as they ever had.
He slowly pulled his cock out, and you quietly whined at the emptiness you felt in your core. Hot, wet fluids dripped down your thighs as he sat you down on your feet.
A smirk built on the boy's lips. Before you could speak a word, he dropped back to his knees and brought his tongue to your pussy, prepared to lap up every ounce of the messes you had both made.
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