i love all the genres of eren. i love nerdy eren, i love artsy eren, i love frat boy eren, i love ghetto eren, i love scouts eren, i love stoner eren. i just love eren.
goth!mikasa ackerman and nerd!eren jaeger helping you study ╱ mdni. fingering, clit play ˚.✦
“Next question, c’mon,” Eren says, patting your thigh. He’s holding your History notes in one hand like the other isn’t grazing your exposed and neglected pussy every once in a while.
Mikasa is behind you, keeping you in place between her legs, just playing with your nipples and kissing behind your ear. Both of them are fully dressed, you are naked between them, technically studying for your exam tomorrow. Every time you get a question right, they play with your pussy a little.
You swallow hard, trying to focus on the words swimming in front of you. “Uh… the… the Treaty of Versailles was signed in… 1919?”
Eren’s fingers pause on your thigh. He tilts his head, smirking. “Correct. Good girl.”
Mikasa hums softly against your ear, her breath warm. “Mhm, that’s right.” Her fingers give your nipples a gentle pinch, then soothe over them as her other hand slides down your stomach.
Eren’s touch is less gentle. He drags two fingers slowly through your folds, spreading the slick that’s been leaking out of you for the past twenty minutes. “Fuck, listen to that,” he mutters. “You’re soaked already. We’ve barely started and you’re dripping all over my hand like a desperate little mess.”
You whine, hips twitching forward involuntarily. “Eren… please...”
“Please what?” He circles your clit once and pulls away completely. “We’re studying, remember? Can’t reward you for nothing.”
Mikasa presses a soft kiss to the side of your neck, she’s gentler than him. “Shh, it’s okay. You’re doing so well. Just one more right answer and we’ll touch you properly again.” Her fingers keep rolling your nipples in slow circles, keeping you on edge without giving you any real relief.
You’re panting now, thighs shaking, the ache between your legs is unbearable. Every light graze from Eren earlier has left you throbbing, clit swollen and sensitive.
“Next… next question,” you beg, voice cracking.
Eren chuckles, flipping to the next page. “Alright. Who was the leader of the Bolsheviks during the Russian Revolution?”
Your brain feels fuzzy. You squeeze your eyes shut, trying to remember. “Lenin… Vladimir Lenin.”
Mikasa smiles against your skin. “Yes, baby. Good job.”
This time they both move. Mikasa’s hand slips lower, joining Eren’s. Her touch is softer as she spreads your folds open for him. Eren’s middle finger slides inside you slowly, just one knuckle deep, curling lazily while his thumb brushes your clit in teasing strokes that never quite commit.
“Oh, f-fuck!” you whimper, head falling back against Mikasa’s shoulder. Your hips rock desperately, chasing the friction, but Eren pulls back the second you start getting close. "N-no, please!"
“Pathetic,” Eren says, but there’s a hint of affection under the mean tone. He brings his wet fingers to your mouth, tapping your lips. “Look how messy you are. Open.”
You obey with a broken whine, sucking his fingers clean while Mikasa kisses your temple.
“Such a needy thing,” Mikasa murmurs, voice like velvet. “We can hear how wet you are every time you shift. It’s cute… but you have to earn it, okay?”
Eren wipes his fingers on your thigh and picks the notes back up, ignoring the way you’re clenching around nothing now. “Next one. And try not to sound so fucking desperate when you answer, yeah? Or we’ll make you wait even longer.”
You let out a frustrated sob, but your voice is already trembling with anticipation for the next question. “Ask me…” you whisper, voice small and whiny. “Please ask me the next one.”
Tears of frustration are gathering at the corners of your eyes and every breath comes out as a pathetic little whimper. Eren flips the page again, his voice calm like he isn’t torturing you. “What were the main causes of World War I?”
You can barely think. Your pussy is aching, swollen and dripping down your thighs onto the sheets. “The… the alliances… and the assassination of Archduke Franz Ferdinand… and militarism…” Your voice cracks halfway through, turning into a needy moan when Eren’s fingers graze your inner thigh again, so close but not enough.
Mikasa kisses the shell of your ear sweetly. “That’s my smart girl. You’re doing so good for us.”
Eren smirks, but instead of rewarding you properly, he just drags one knuckle slowly up your slit, collecting your wetness without pressing inside. “Jesus. Such a desperate little slut for a couple of fingers, huh?”
You whine loudly, trying to grind down onto his hand, but Mikasa holds your hips still with gentle hands.
“Eren… be nice,” she reprimands, though there’s amusement in her tone. “She’s shaking so much. Look at her clit… it’s all puffy and needy.”
Eren chuckles darkly, circling your entrance with a fingertip but never pushing in. “Yeah, I see it. Poor thing’s been clenching around nothing for the last ten minutes. Bet you’d come in two seconds if we actually touched you properly.”
“Please mmph!” you sob, voice high and broken. “I can’t nghh I need it… I’m so wet it hurts…”
Mikasa coos softly, one hand still playing with your nipple while the other strokes your stomach. “Shh, I know. You’ve been such a good girl answering all those questions. Maybe you’ve earned a little more now.”
Eren raises an eyebrow, still teasing your folds with feather-light touches. “You think? She’s been whimpering the whole time. Kinda cute, but I don’t know if she deserves to cum yet.”
Mikasa leans forward a little, pressing her cheek to yours as she looks at him. Her voice is soft, persuasive. “Come on, Eren. She got the last three right without even hesitating. She’s trying so hard… and she’s dripping all over the sheets because of us. Don’t you want to see her fall apart?”
You nod frantically, tears slipping down your cheeks. “Please, Eren… Mikasa… I’ll be good! I’ll study more after, please let me cum…”
Eren stares at you for a long moment, then sighs like he’s doing you a huge favor. “Fine. But only because Mikasa’s asking nicely.” He sets the notes aside completely this time. “You better make it loud for us.”
Both of them shift closer. Mikasa’s hand slides down between your legs first, her fingers gentle as she spreads your soaked folds open, exposing your throbbing clit to the cool air.
“There we go… so pretty and wet,” she whispers, kissing your neck.
Eren doesn’t hold back. He pushes two fingers inside you without warning, curling instantly against that spot that makes your vision blur. At the same time, Mikasa starts rubbing circles over your clit with two fingers, perfectly coordinated.
“Oh my god...” you cry out, back arching hard between them. Your legs shake violently as they work you together. Eren thrusts his fingers in a steady rhythm while Mikasa’s touch stays soft but relentless on your clit.
“That’s it,” Eren growls. “Feel that? Two of us playing with this greedy pussy at the same time. You’re clenching so fucking tight. Such a messy girl.”
Mikasa’s breath is warm against your ear. “You’re doing so well, baby. Just let go. We’ve got you. Come on… cum for us.”
The pressure builds impossibly fast. Their combined touches push you right to the edge in seconds. You’re moaning loudly now, hips jerking uncontrollably, completely unable to hold back.
“I’m... I’m gonna, fuck wait wait wait—” Your voice breaks into a desperate sob as the orgasm crashes over you.
Eren doesn’t stop. He curls his fingers harder, pressing right against your g-spot. “C'mon, baby. What are you waiting for?”
Mikasa keeps rubbing your clit through it, kissing your shoulder. “Let it happen, sweetheart. We want to see it.”
Your whole body seizes up. A broken cry tears from your throat as you cum hard, clear fluid gushing out around Eren’s fingers, soaking his hand, your thighs and the sheets beneath you. You squirt in messy pulses, trembling and whimpering helplessly while they keep touching you through every wave, drawing it out until you’re a shaking and sobbing mess between them.
Eren slows his fingers but doesn’t pull out right away, letting you clench around him as the aftershocks roll through you. Mikasa presses soft kisses all over your neck and jaw, murmuring praises. “Good girl… such a good girl for us. Look at the mess you made…”
You’re panting, tears streaming down your face, pussy still twitching around Eren’s fingers as the last little spurts leave you completely spent.
Eren finally slides his fingers out slowly, bringing them up to show you how drenched they are. “Fuck… you really are pathetic,” he says, but his voice is softer. “Squirting all over us.”
You try to hide your face in Mikasa’s neck, but she takes your chin, forcing you to look at her.
“S-sorry for... the mess,” you manage to say, lowering your gaze.
Eren snorts, Mikasa clicks her tongue. “Nothing to be sorry about, baby,” Mikasa encourages you, taking your lips in a soft kiss.
“You look so fucking pretty when you cum, you have no idea.” Eren climbs so he's close to your face now, sucking a mark in your neck while Mikasa keeps kissing you.
“We have to keep going, sweetheart,” she tells you, while Eren is focused on leaving bruises and red marks in your neck and boobs.
“Huh?” you say, blissed from all the touches.
“You still have a lot to study, and your exam is tomorrow!”
“But... but…” You look at Eren, who’s already kissing down your stomach and resting his cheek on your inner thigh.
“No buts, baby. We have many, many questions left.”
a/n: couldn't find the art creds if someone knows please lmk!!
18+ letting Eren eat cake off your tits for his birthday ⋆˙⟡
A messy task it was, and that was the reason you had originally said no. But it was Eren’s birthday, and he just sounded so desperate when he begged…you couldn’t stop yourself from giving in.
Vanilla icing, birthday cake, and rainbow sprinkles were slathered across your tits, perky and ready for Eren to feast.
“This is such a mess.” You muttered, though under the surface you were glad Eren was getting what he wanted. He was in between your legs, just staring. Drool pooled in his mouth at the sight of you looking so delicious, all for him.
At last, he lowered his body, face meeting your right breast. He kept himself smothered for a moment, tongue flicking out to taste the contents that coated your flesh.
“Mmm…” Eren moaned, his free hand coming up at an awkward angle to fondle your other breast, clumps of cake falling from onto the bed next to you. “You taste so delicious.”
Eren was borderline making out with your tit, tongue lapping at his favorite flavor of icing and cake, sugar coating his tongue. He sucked the icing your nipple, causing you to gasp.
He sat up slightly, bringing the hand that was playing with your other tit to his mouth so he could eat the cake off of it. Eren collected some icing off your chest, pushing two fingers to your lips.
You parted them, letting Eren slide them inside. You licked the sweet cake off of his fingers, drawing your hand up to tangle in Eren’s hair.
When Eren finally pulled away from your tits, your nipples had damn near gone numb from all the sucking. He sat up, pulling his spit-soaked fingers from your mouth, wiping them on the blankets.
“That’s so disgusting.” You tutted, letting yourself be pulled up and against the pillows by Eren. He wrapped his strong arms around you, keeping you snuggled close by his side.
“We can always get new sheets if it bothers you that bad.” Eren mumbled, burying his face into the top of your head. Your chest still had icing on it, and still created an annoying mess.
It didn’t matter to you anymore, though. “Happy birthday, baby. I hope you had a good one.” You tilt your head up, chasing his lips.
Eren leans in, holding you in a long, tender kiss, hand reaching up to hold the side of your neck. “I couldn’t have asked for a better one. Thank you, sweetheart.”
You forced Eren out of bed after a few minutes, dragging him by the hand. “Come on, Eren. We can shower, change the sheets, and then get back in bed.”
He didn’t complain, instead just letting you pull him by the hand, a boyish grin on his face.
Eren truly felt like the most blessed man on earth.
A/N: Happy birthday to the boy who sought freedom.
nerd! armin who tutors you in his dorm room but little did you know that once you opened that damn door you were hit with a bunch of gooner anime figures and all nerd armin does is smirk and push his glasses up to his nose bridge and go “don’t mind my collectibles, they don’t bite”
HE’S SO FUCKING WEIRD I KNOOOOW HE KNOWS HOW YO EAT PUSSY GOOD
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