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your type master list

— pairing: streamer!eren jaeger x fem!reader

— genre: streamer!au, crack, fluff, comedy

— status: ongoing

in which y/n l/n is a semi popular twitch streamer, who accidentally starts a rivalry with eren jaeger after dissing him on her stream.

y/n + friends — eren + friends

chapter one : boring

chapter two: cancelled

chapter three: hot

chapter four: thinking

chapter five: down bad

chapter six: so dumb

chapter seven: clout chaser

chapter eight: just curious

chapter nine: bc ur bald

chapter ten: power couple

chapter eleven: i knew it!

chapter twelve: deez nutz

tag list :: open, currently redoing

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@tiffanyy-21 @lovesicmess @yeagerfushiguro @danganducky @muichu @fxckingshame @delicateslover @mikasavqx @kimimatsura @lollipopd @cactisjuice @fourthirtyone-am @yugibogmonster @centerhabit @hyuckslvr @ni-kiriki @thusspokeleena @etherealiwa @akisrandom @kageyama-i-want-tobiors @lvryeager

authors note:

hiiii, this is my first smau on here, so i make no promises that it’s gonna be anything good right away! i am a simp for modern au/streamer!eren n theres like no smau’s for him on here so i couldn’t help myself 🙄 also this plot is so basic but who cares it’s gonna be fun that’s all that matters 🙏🙏

hm, boring

parings; jean kirstein x reader x marco

content warning; relationship with sharing, hair pulling, face fucking, degradation, spanking, squirting, horse cock marco, + someone additional listening in

“jeannn~ ‘m tired. come cuddle with me pleaseee~” 

“EREN WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING WE’RE ON THE SAME SQUAD!?”

there he goes, ignoring you. nothing new though. every single night jean would be on his god damn game with his friends. night time was the only time you two could spend together because of your jobs getting in the way. he doesn’t even like eren yet he choose playing with him over paying attention to you? tch, what a joke.

that’s when the idea popped in your head. you reached over to the nightstand, grabbed your phone, and opened your messages. 

hey bodt! come over and hang with me n jean, haven’t seen you in awhile :)

y/nnn!!! i was actually just doin some work at the cafe by your apartment! guess i’ve been overworking myself that i haven’t had the time to come hangout with my best friends :(( but since it’s friday i guess ill drop by ≧◡≦

yeah it’s not good to overwork yourself! we’ve missed you, see you soon !

yup ;)

:)***** sorry y/n clicked the wrong button (・_・ヾ

its fine haha, see ya bodt!

you giggled to yourself. yeah, he was your and your boyfriends best friend, but he really was adorable. such a gentleman. 

well that’s when he isn’t drilling into your tight little cunt while jean jacks off to the sight…

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Video Girl | 2 | Erwin Smith

Summary: Despite your best efforts, a year after getting your Masters you are still struggling to get hired within your dream industry. But bills don’t pay themselves and groceries don’t magically show up on your door step, so you turn to the internet for your main source of income.

Erwin, a Director at a cyber security company constantly stressed and hitting a point of loneliness he hadn’t previously thought possible turns to the internet to fill that void and finds comfort in the most unexpected place.

Author’s Note: Saw a reader or two say they wanted a part 2, so here’s a part 2. ;) 

No smut in this one, as a heads up (keep an eye out for pt. 3), just some story building but I love it. Also, we’re adding a few familiar faces to the mix, hope you enjoy!

Words: 3.9k

Tag: Modern AU. Office AU. Cis-Fem Reader. Tall-Coded Reader. Athletic-Coded Reader. Sex Work. MDNI. 18+ Only

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Feeling a little bit bad about the night before, only because Nana had expressed that maybe the two of them had been pushing Erwin a little harder than they should have, Mike made his way to Erwin’s office the next day hoping to check in and make sure that all was right between them. Even though he hadn’t seemed particularly angry, and had even smiled a few times at some of their jokes he had been more stoic than he usually would with them, a clear sign that he had been uncomfortable to a degree. 

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Patrick Bateman x reader

Hiya🥰 I hope everyone is well and staying safe🙏🏽 here’s the mini series for my baby Pat

I love him to death and figured what if I brought my vision into the world? ✨ He deserves love and someone who’ll see him💕

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Word count: 3768 (wow, yes, I love him that much)

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Infinite choices part 1

You turned around suddenly upon hearing the door open. But it wasn’t your friend. ‘Where’s Jean?’ Patrick Bateman inquired, his eyebrows furrowed. ‘She’s in the ladies room’, you answered, as you sat on the table, your arms crossed. He nodded: ‘Well, tell her to cancel my reservations for tonight at Texarkana’. ‘Alright’, you stood up and went to the phone. ‘What are you doing?’ he asked. You smirked at him, as you picked up the phone to dial the restaurant’s number. ‘You don’t think you’re the only one in this building who goes there?’, you asked. Now, Patrick fully stepped into the office and leaned against the door frame. ‘I guess’, he tilted his head, ‘but what are you doing?’ ‘Not wasting mine and hers time’, you answered coolly, as you heard the line being picked up. ‘Ah, yes, hello’, you said, ‘I’m calling to cancel reservations for tonight’. Patrick watched you silently, his hands in his pockets. ‘Yes, for’, you looked at him and winked, ‘Patrick Bateman’. He raised his eyebrow. You clearly knew who he was, which gave him an odd feeling of somewhat satisfaction. But he had no idea who you were. ‘Yes, thank you’, you said, as you set the phone down. You looked up and saw him already look at you, so you smiled. ‘I haven’t seen you around’, Patrick said. ‘Yeah’, you nodded, ‘I work couple of stories higher’. You went around the table and sat on the desk again, crossing your legs. Patrick looked you up and down approvingly. ‘Breathtaking views, I must say’, you let out as you leaned back, your hands supporting you, your bare legs up to your mid thighs clear in his view. Patrick locked your eyes: ‘I know’. ‘Not mentioning your office, of course’, you waved your hand to the door, ‘pretty impressive too’. Patrick blinked: ‘You were in my office?’ You nodded: ‘Had to help Jean with some documents’. Patrick nodded: ‘I see’. ‘You have a pretty nice music collection’, you stood up from the table, but still leaning against its rough surface. ‘Thanks’, Patrick answered, his expression neutral. ‘You’re welcome’, you replied quickly. He gave you a small smile, which you returned, your gaze turning warm for a second. Patrick still looked you in the eyes, as if he couldn’t look away. You blushed but held his intense gaze, trying to unsuccessfully read him. You didn’t know why, but there was something about him. Something underneath all of those expensive clothes and beautiful body, which you were sure he had. You just couldn’t quite put your finger on it yet.

You were stunned to see this gorgeous man for the first time. Jean had told you a lot about him, but seeing him in real life was like getting a piece of candy out of your favorite candy store. What had puzzled you, was that he hadn’t asked your name or who you were. You guessed he simply didn’t care. But you didn’t mind, for you were not seeking any attention from anyone. Your and Patrick’s little staring contest was interrupted by Jean. ‘Oh, hiya, love’, you greeted your friend. She adverted her gaze to the floor upon seeing Patrick. You looked between them with curiosity, a small knowing smirk on your face. ‘You ready to go?’ you asked her as you stepped closer to the door. ‘Yeah’, she said quietly, as she grabbed your coats. ‘Let’s go’, she ushered. You nodded and followed her, your scent hitting Patrick’s senses for a split second. It was refreshing and sweet. Something that he would long for, but right now he didn’t know that. You turned around, balancing on high heels flawlessly, earning another look of approval from Patrick. ‘It was a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Bateman’. He nodded, his eyes never leaving your frame, as you smoothly swayed your hips in a tight dress, that deliciously hugged your body in all of the right places. He heard a cocky male voice, it was one of his coworkers: ‘Ay, where are you going?’ Patrick saw you turn around, without stopping your almost catwalk to the elevators: ‘Somewhere you’re not allowed’. The man laughed: ‘Dorsia, I assume?’ The other men laughing too, for they knew no secretary could afford it. You retorted: ‘Oh, darling, we’re going somewhere far cooler than Dorsia’, as you finally pressed the elevator button and gracefully put on your coat. ‘Oh yeah’?, the man inquired, ‘let me come along then’, the others nodding smugly. You smirked too and shook your head: ‘Sorry boys’, as you stepped into the elevator, Jean following you closely behind, ‘girls club only’, as the doors closed. Patrick smirked to himself. Yes, next time he sees you, which he was sure he would, he was going to find out who you are. You were drop dead gorgeous and elegant. He had to have you in his collection.

The second time you crossed paths was again in Jean’s office but early in the morning this time. Patrick noticed your silhouette appear and disappear behind the door. He strolled up to it and opened it without hesitation. You weren’t wearing heels, your bare feet quietly moving on the soft carpet. Your back was facing him which gave him a perfect opportunity to take a proper look at you. Your shiny hair was loose just like the last time, smoothly swaying with your movements. You were wearing an oversized light button up and a nice flowy silk skirt, that enhanced your legs and ass. Patrick liked it. Your high heels were sat near the table, waiting for you to put them on. Just as you turned around in a dance move, you gasped. ‘I didn’t see you there’, you let out quickly, taking off the earbuds and putting the walkman on the table. Patrick stepped into the office, as he took off his coat. You noticed how nice his body looked in the well-fitted shirt and pants. You stared at him for a second before shaking yourself awake. You will not make a fool out of yourself, you thought. Patrick noticed your gaze, but pretended like he didn’t. ‘Where’s Jean?’ he asked, as you leaned against the table. ‘Getting our morning coffee’, you replied, crossing your arms. ‘And what were you doing?’ he inquired, not taking his eyes off you. You smiled and questioned: ‘Oh please, Mr. Bateman, you were watching me for good 5 minutes’. Patrick raised his eyebrow: ‘I thought you haven’t noticed me’. You shrugged your shoulders and sent him a sly wink: ‘I haven’t’. His lips turned upwards involuntarily, but he quickly suppressed it. ‘What were you listening to?’ he asked. ‘Whitney Houston’, you replied. ‘Nice’, he nodded, his voice with no emotion whatsoever. ‘Thank you’, you said, as you looked him up and down. Patrick noticed you checking him out and put his coat down neatly on the chair nearby. ‘Why aren’t you wearing heels?’ he asked. You smiled: ‘I was dancing’. Patrick furrowed is eyebrows: ‘In the office’. ‘Yeah’, you replied slyly, ‘why, wanna join?’ He looked at you for a second before shaking his head. Then he stepped back and leaned against the wall, putting his hands in his pockets. ‘I don’t think I caught your name last time we met’, he said, looking at you directly. You put your arms behind you, supporting your weight: ‘It’s because I didn’t throw it, Mr. Bateman’, you retorted. You could’ve sworn you heard him chuckle under his breath. ‘Yeah, well’, he looked up at you, ‘my mistake’, he admitted. You raised your eyebrow and stared at him, waiting for him to speak. Just as he was about to ask, who you were, Jean stumbled in, as she had three cups of coffee in her hands, her bag and a coat in the other. ‘Sorry’, she cheerfully began, clearly saying that to you, but the words caught up in her throat as she noticed Patrick. ‘Um.. sorry’, she let out quietly, as she gave him his coffee and walked up to you, giving you yours. ‘Thank you, darling’, you blew her a kiss. She smiled, but her eyes were asking you why Patrick was here. You gave her an ‘oh’ look, remembering you didn’t know that either, and turned to the man. ‘What are you doing here, anyways?’ you asked him, taking a sip of your coffee. ‘What are you doing here?’ he repeated your question.

You leaned back on the table: ‘Catching up with my friend’, as you tilted your head, ‘and you?’ Patrick almost smiled: ‘I’m working here’, and then he pointed at you: ‘which I can’t say about you’. You guessed he was hinting that it was time for you to leave. Or maybe he was just curious why you weren’t on your work place. You laughed, the melodic sound being music to his ears, making Patrick mesmerized for a split second as he watched your genuine smile. ‘Trust me, Mr. Bateman’, you crossed your legs again, feeling his hungry eyes trail your body, ‘I’m doing just fine’. What he didn’t know was that your boss would come to work no sooner than 10 am if you were lucky. He was a typical yuppie, who was rather hungover each morning. You hated it, but you were being paid good, so you had to be patient and just wait if something better came your way. ‘Right’, Jean cleared her throat, ‘Patrick, do you need anything?’ He shook his head, his eyes not leaving yours. You enjoyed it. It made you feel special, to be looked at by him like that. Even though you felt blush creep on your cheeks, you didn’t mind. It was fun to see who wins.

‘Jesus, Y/n, will you stop?’ you heard Jean call out to you. ‘Stop what?’ you smiled mischievously. ‘You know what’, she said. You rolled your eyes playfully. You two were sitting in a cafe that was owned by one of your friends. You sat at your favorite spot, right next to the window that showed glorious streets of Manhattan. The lively music was playing, people were chatting. The place was full of good cozy energy and it made you and Jean feel relaxed and at home. ‘He murdered people!’ she cry-whispered. ‘Oh, yeah, yeah’, you took a sip out of your hot choc, ‘you still talking about the journal?’ She nodded and watched you intently, trying to tell you she’s serious. ‘Maybe he’s like an artist or something’, you suggested, a smile visible on your features. ‘No!’ Jean let out frustrated sigh. You saw different sides of her throughout your friendship, for you two were close. You saw her as your sister and you were sure she thought of you the same way. ‘Oh come on, you have to believe me’, she looked up at you, hope and desperation in her eyes. You leaned back in your chair and took a long look at her. ‘I believe you’, you finally said quietly, indicating that it was indeed true. ‘Really?’ she blinked with relief. ‘Yeah, well if I die, tell my parents I love them’, you joked as you took a big sip. ‘Jesus Christ, will you listen to me for a second?’ Jean rolled her eyes. You laughed: ‘I am!’ She gave you an accusing look. ‘Alright, alright’, you gave in, ‘I’ll be careful, promise’. She nodded but still let out: ‘Stay away from him, babe’. You raised your eyebrow. She looked you in the eyes: ‘He’s unstable and dangerous’. You put the cup down: ‘And still you work for him’. She chuckled: ‘Can’t do much about that’. You shook your head, but let Jean have her way. Now you wanted to meet Patrick Bateman more than ever.

‘Y/n!’ Patrick heard someone call out outside. He was listening to some music in his office. And then he heard a familiar voice reply: ‘Jean!’, making him listen in. He heard you laugh joyously. ‘Hiya, love’, you said, as you hugged your friend tightly. She whispered: ‘I don’t know if you’re here to check on me or him’. You pulled away and took a proper look at her: ‘Don’t worry, babe’, you winked, ‘no one can replace you’, you kissed her cheek, your lipgloss imprint being left on it, ‘especially not Patrick Bateman’. She laughed too and wiped your lipgloss off her face. You sat in the chair: ‘So, how’s your day?’ She shrugged her shoulders: ‘The usual’. You nodded and watched her carefully: ‘He wasn’t bugging you, was he?’ ‘Who?’ you heard a smooth voice behind you, as you saw Jean straighten her back. ‘No one’, she answered quickly and you craned your neck to take a look at the owner of the voice. You locked your eyes with Patrick. ‘Jean?’ he asked, slowly peeling his gaze off you and looking at her. ‘Yes, Patrick?’, she asked, trying to sound as casual as she could. ‘Would you be a sweetheart and bring me some water’. She nodded reluctantly: ‘You could’ve just called’, but seeing a stern look he gave her and, after one look at you, went out the door. You felt your breath hitch, as Patrick stepped into the office and came to sit on the edge of the table, next to you. If you reached out, you could’ve touched him. His hands that were in his pockets, now came to rest on his thighs. You lifted your gaze from them to his face, swallowing and trying to look as nonchalant as possible, but your mind kept going back to his long elegant fingers and very nice strong thighs. You sat in a chair casually, trying to look relaxed.

‘Y/n’, Patrick said finally, both of you looking into each other’s eyes once again. You blushed upon hearing him say your name. Much to your disappointment, you enjoyed the sound of it and the way it rolled off his tongue. ‘Yeah?’ you asked quietly. ‘Pretty name’, he complimented. Your cheeks flushed deeper but nodded: ‘Thank you, Mr. Bateman’. He scoffed: ‘Please, Y/n, it’s not Mr. Bateman for you anymore’. You raised your eyebrow. He gave you a small smile: ‘To you it’s just Patrick’, and extended his hand. You looked him up and down, smiling: ‘And I should feel honored, I assume?’ He rolled his eyes and almost nodded. You let out a breath: ‘Alright, Patrick’. He could’ve sworn his stomach did a flip upon hearing you call him by his name. You took his hand and he noticed how warm it was. Your eyes were shining brightly, a friendly genuine smile playing on your lips. The sunlight from the windows glowed on your face, making you look divine. You two felt a jolt of electricity run through your bodies, when your skin touched. You withdrew your hand a bit quicker when Patrick would’ve preferred but he let that slide. There will be enough time to touch you.

‘She’s amazing, you know’, you said, as you looked up at him. Patrick furrowed his eyebrows. You laughed at his confusion: ‘Jean, I mean’. You shook your head: ‘You have no idea how lucky you are to have her’. He nodded reluctantly, still not sure why you had brought that up. Just as he was about to ask you something, Jean walked in with a bottle of mineral water. She looked between you two and gave you a look. ‘Oh!’ you jumped up, now being way too close to Patrick. He inhaled your scent again and noted that he missed it for some reason. ‘Gotta go’, you went to the door and waved your hand, as Patrick stood up and followed you. You turned around and winked: ‘Business calls’. Jean nodded, as you blew her a kiss: ‘Bye, Jeanie, see ya!’ She smiled: ‘See you’. As you and Patrick stepped out of her office, you stopped for a split second and looked at him: ‘It was a pleasure to see you again, Patrick’. He nodded and smiled mischievously: ‘The pleasure’s all mine, Y/n’. You blushed, turning around, and strolled to the elevators, feeling his gaze watch your every move.

When the day was over, you and Jean were just outside the building getting the taxi. ‘Y/n! Jean!’ you heard one of the girls nearby call you. You two turned around. Other secretaries were standing along with the men and chatting about something. You and Jean looked at each other, a silent question in both of your minds. The girl waved: ‘Come with us to the club!’ You smiled but shook your head. The other girl walked up to you and took you under your arm: ‘Come on, babe, it’ll be fun’. You looked at Jean and she gave you a shake. You looked back at the girl: ‘Sorry, can’t’, you pulled away from her grasp, ‘trying to save up money, you see’. The other girl smirked: ‘Oh, don’t worry about that’, she said, her eyes twinkling, ‘the boys treat’. You blinked. Why on earth would they do that? The girl noticed your expression: ‘Someone decided to have a party and then everything went downhill from that’, she laughed. You smiled and leaned into Jean, hugging her shoulders and whispering in her ear: ‘Free drinks, huh?’ You looked at each other, as you asked: ‘What do you say?’ She gave you a small smile: ‘I’d rather we have drinks at home’. You rolled your eyes and kissed her cheek: ‘Babe, I promise, I’ll make it up to you’. Her smile grew wider, as you said: ‘This weekend girls night, deal?’ Jean hit your shoulder, but still let out: ‘Alright, but we’ll be careful’. You laughed triumphantly: ‘Always, Jeanie’.

Patrick was sitting at the lounge along with other men. They were surrounded by some models and actresses. He lifted his face from the drink, once he heard one of his friends: ‘Ay, ain’t that Y/n and Jean?’ The others looked up too and waved their hands for you to come. You noticed the boys and stopped. Patrick saw you two hesitate, so he sent you a warm smile. He didn’t expect you to be here, but somehow he was glad that you were. Probably because you could save him from this utter boredom. You and Jean looked at each other for a split second and then you dragged her to the boys. ‘Good evening, gentlemen’, you said, as the men greeted you, and pointed to the couch: ‘Seats taken?’ They shook their heads, models scooping over to give you more space. You noticed that Patrick haven’t taken his eyes off you, which made you blush. Once seated, someone gave you drinks and you took them gracefully, giving a small ‘thank you’ nod. ‘So’, you asked, ‘what’s the occasion?’, as you looked around. Craig laughed: ‘No need to have a reason to get drunk’. ‘Oh’, you relaxed on the couch and elegantly crossed your legs. Tim smirked: ‘Every day is the occasion to celebrate life’. You laughed: ‘Getting drunk as celebration?’ Patrick noticed how nice you looked and regretted that it wasn’t him making you laugh. You patted Jean’s hand and said to her: ‘They clearly don’t know anything about real fun’. The boys looked between each other.

‘And what’s your version of fun?’, one of them asked. ‘It would be quite dreadful, if I told you’, you replied. ‘Oh come on, Y/n’, Tim leaned forward, ‘spill it’. You sighed and rolled your eyes. ‘You and I have very different ideas of fun’, you said as you accepted the cigarette. ‘You smoke?’ a model on your right asked you. You turned to her, as you exhaled the smoke slowly: ‘No, princess, not really’. The boys raised their eyebrows upon hearing you use that pet name. You noticed their looks and winked: ‘Fuck off’. You all sat in silence for a minute before one of the models asked you: ‘Why don’t you have a boyfriend?’, looking between you and Jean. ‘It’s New York, darling’, you replied, as you exhaled smoke doing Irish waterfall. ‘So many opportunities’, you continued, holding the cig between your fingers, your arms folded. Patrick caught the double meaning behind it. He wondered what could it be. You held the eye contact, making the model visibly uncomfortable. She probably wasn’t used to being looked at like that by someone like you. Your eyes trailed her body shamelessly. You narrowed your eyes: ‘Why don’t you have a boyfriend, sugar?’, you asked innocently, letting the smoke out slowly, making men mesmerized by your lips. Patrick watched you flirt with the model, his mind racing. He was trying to figure you out, but failed to understand you. The model took a sip out of her drink: ‘I’m waiting for the right one’, as she smiled brightly, clearly the girl had said that too many times before. Men let out a smug laughter. You ignored them, your eyes still glued to her face. You sipped your expensive drink as well, savoring the bitter taste, that went straight into your chest, warming your body and awakening pleasant sensations. You laughed a little: ‘Yeah?’, she nodded her pretty head. ‘You mean a rich one?’, you inquired casually, as you took another drag. She looked at you confused and tried to defend herself, but you shook your head, dismissing her: ‘No need, darling’, you exhaled smoke again, ‘nothing wrong with wanting to be wealthy’. Her face flushed and she looked down at her feet. You smiled warmly and took her hand in yours: ‘I’m sorry’, you said softly, as she looked up, ‘I didn’t mean to offend you’. She shook her head and gave you a huge smile, as if saying ‘it’s okay’. You leaned back and said, still looking at her: ‘Just be careful, princess’. You looked around and noticed everyone watching you with their mouths hanging open. You smirked. ‘New York if full of weirdos’, you sighed, as if disappointed. The boys chuckled. You locked your eyes with Patrick, exhaling the smoke slowly through your mouth and inhaling through your nose carefully, making Patrick’s eyes trace your face intently, his body tense. Still looking into his icy eyes, you said to the model and to everyone else: ‘The next thing you know, you’re being murdered in a pristine apartment by an attractive Wall Street wolf’. Jean gasped and shoved your shoulder. Patrick froze and gripped the glass harsher. He noticed you watching him and then immediately loosened his grip, giving you a relaxed smile. You smiled back, hiding your face behind your drink. Jean was right.

Part 2 Part 3

My other Patrick Bateman fics:

Dead serious

Fireworks

Partners in crime part 1

Partners in crime part 2

|Party of Five|Jean x Reiner x Reader x Marco x Bertholdt|Smut|

|This is a pretty long, disgusting and sexual one shot, that I wrote to The Take. It will be upward of a few thousand words, so I hope you like long, smutty chapters. Party of 5, right this way ;)|

"Go clean the showers, brat; you used them last," Levi ordered as he stopped by your room to assign your latest late-night chore. You tried your hardest not to groan out loud. It would help if you had listened to your roommate Ymir who told you to wait until morning.

"Aye, Aye, captain," you muttered, cursing him in your head as he left your shared quarters.

Heading to the supply closet, you grab two dozen handmade rags, a few buckets and a bunch of cleaning products.

The walk to the shower building wasn't far, thankfully. Though the sun has been down for a few hours, the summer air was still suffocating.

"I guess I'd rather be cleaning the showers than shovelling horse shit," you mutter as you pass by the smelly barn. You were laughing to yourself as you listen to Sasha and Connie argue, irritated due to the vile fumes that their masks couldn't protect them from.

As you make it to the showers, you hear laughter inside, and as you open the doors, it only gets louder.

You see Reiner, Jean, Bertholdt and Marco, chasing each other with towels. You watch as they pop each other with them, screaming when it came in contact with their skin.

As Jean and Bertholdt ran past you, Bertholdt popped you with a towel though he aimed for Jean. You cried out in pain, laughing due to shock. "Damn! That shit hurt." you scoffed, partially playing.

"I'm sorry, Y/N," Bertholdt apologized profusely as he squinted his eyes, scratching his neck. His face flushed red as he looked at you with embarrassment.

Nodding, you raise your hands to put space between the two of you, "Just don't hit me anymore, accidental or on purpose." you laugh, and he joins in shyly.

"I'm guessing Levi set you to clean the girl's showers?" he asked, creating small talk to avoid awkward silence. He was thankful you had forgiven him so quickly.

"Yea, I'm gonna be here for a while. Not as long as you guys tho, I hear it's pretty bad in there." you laugh to yourself. That rumour has been floating around for a while since training began.

"It is; we've been here since six” Bertholdt exasperated. You both part ways, Bertholdt back on the hunt for Jean.

For the next two hours, you wipe up the wet floors, clean off the mirrors and toilets. You moped and began to clean individual showers. You made sure to make everything pristine as white, exactly how Levi likes it. You didn't want to be back down here tomorrow.

Something tells you that the boys would though, their laughter and the sounds of them running echoed of the walls. They definitely weren’t cleaning. Sometimes you'd see Jean, looking for the rag he lost hours ago. Reiner and Bertholdt rough housing like usually and Marco trying to get everyone to remain on task.

Suddenly in ran Marco, wailing as he raced from Reiner who carried a sloshing bucket of clear water. “I’m just trying to get out of here early? Whats so wrong with that?” Along with “I’m sorry, is that what you want to hear?”

You watch as Marco rans in your direction as Reiner braced himself to throw the clean water. “Hey chill out! I just wiped the floor.” You scold in protest.

Reiner shook his head, adamant that he do what he planned. “A little bit of water never hurt no body.” After that, everything went in slow motion. Marco slipped behind Y/N as the water splashed down on her.

"Yah!" You cried out as Reiner attempted to splash Marco with an entire bucket of water, but he moved out of the way as cold water pierced your skin; the boy's eyes widened as they drifted towards you. Their laughing came to a halt as they started. "Oh shit, " Reiner and Marco exclaim as they still their feet.

Plenty of the water splashed into your mouth and nose, causing you to cough it up. Hacking in front of Marco and Reiner, as your eyes pricked with tears. “Assholes.” You muttered before groaning loudly.

Reiner and Marco swallow thickly as they notice your tears of distress. Too bad they lacked sympathy, as you looked too good for them to care.

"I told you guys to fucking cool it, now I'm wet," you scold them as the shirt clung to your skin. You ran your hands through your hair as you sighed, frustration coursing through you. If looks could kill, they’d be dead because you were pissed.

You pay no attention to Jean and Bertholdt as they walk over to the girl showers, not noticing the way their eyes bulged in their sockets.

You watched as a blush crept up Marco's cheeks as he looked the other direction, refusing to make eye contact, Jean's mouth ajar, both surprise and pure happiness etched on his features.

"Hello, excuse me?" you glared as your hands landed on your hips, as one side jutted out. You turned to glare at Reiner, who grinned, staring intensely at your chest as Bertholdt turned around to avoid your gaze altogether.

Suddenly you shivered, glancing down; you notice you had a white shirt on. A wet white shirt on. "Oh shit!" You cried out, hands flying to cover your breast that we're on full display.

You couldn’t turn away because they stood around you on all sides, and someone would get a eyeful of tits. The best you could do was hiding them behind your arms and hands.

You laughed nervously, absolutely flustered, "Advert your eyes." Your face flushed as you shifted on your feet. Your heart raised as the situation set in. Reiner had exposed you while targeting Marco in front of the 4 of them while they gaped at you. Glancing around, you couldn't help but notices the pitches in their shorts.

"They look great, " Jean chuckled, raising a brow at you. He felt no shame as he drank in your figure. Jean always thought you were sexy. The way your breast filled your shirt, he noticed the way they bounced as you ran.

Reiner visibly cringed, tossing his head back with laughter. "You sound creepy, horse face." Reiner stalked towards you, his eyes flickering from your chest to your bottom lip that you had sucked between your teeth, chewing it until it had gotten red. The look in his eyes weakening your taut knees.

"And you're not?" Jean shot back at Reiner, who ignored him.

"My apologies, Y/N, that bucket was for Marco, " Reiner muttered huskily as he hooked a finger under the hem of your shirt as water dripped down your thighs, tugging harshly. The way he towered over you had you reeling.

Marco loved how plush your thighs were; though he was a gentleman, he isn't innocent. He could see himself dying happily with his head in between them. He couldn't curb the pang of jealousy that washed over him as Reiner toyed with your shirt. You were petrified and enticed as he did so.

You have always found Reiner attractive, as well as the other boys in the room. You had watched thrm grow from boys to men over tge last few years. So his proximity and gaze caused heat to pool in your pants, as you drank in his Earthy scent. His cool breath wafted across your face and the cold water he dumped on you. It didn’t help as the other peered down at you like predator ready to jump on prey. But that’s what this was, wasnt it.

Reiner's next question caused your jaw to drop, "Would you let us take you right here?" You hadn't noticed how close the boys had gotten, Jean and Reiner more so than the others. Reiner lifted his hand to cup your face, his callous hand tracing stars on your cheek.

Your eyes widened as you stared in shock, stepping back until someone pulled you into them, "I-" a hand groping your hip stole your will to speak.

"I bet she would, " Jean purred in your ear, as he pressed himself against you from behind. His clothed length rutting against your full bottom, he massaged your hips, causing your mind to race. "Don't say you haven't thought about it, love, having your brains fucked out while we use you." Jean wasn't wrong; you constantly thought of having to be under them while they ravaged your body, using up whatever they pleased. You thought of all the possibilities of dirty things they could do to you. But you never thought you’d do anything with one of them, in front of the rest of them. And you definitely didn’t think you’d be with all of them at the same time.

You find yourself absent-mindedly backing into Jean, loving the way his length prodded your butt. His fingers dig into your waist as he sensually moved his hips. "See, she's eager." Jean chuckled darkly as he reaches to grab a full fist of hair. He anchors your head, causing you to stare up at Reiner through hooded eyes. "Tell him, slut." You couldn't fight it as you were filled with desire. Usually, that word would hurt your feelings, but given the situation and opportunity at hand, it made you want more than a bit of friction.

Reiner looked down at you, his eyes soft as he waits for your answer. "It is the least you could do," your lashes flutter as you pull away from Jean enough to slip your sodden shirt off. Catering to your nerves, you covered yourself the best you could until Jean pulled your hands away.

"Definitely," Reiner muttered as his hands wander your upper body. Dropping to his knees, he guided your exposed breast into his mouth. His tongue swirled around your sensitive nipple as he tugged, nibbling slightly. You feel him grin as your breathy moans escape you, as you shuddered under their touch. Jean's palms were kneading your ass in his hands. He smirked as you crumple in him and Reiner's grasp as he mutters what he plans on doing to you.

You don't protest as Jean pulled your pants down, lifting your legs out of them. They were quickly discarded since they were no longer needed, along with your panties. His long fingers playing at your entrance.

Your hands danced around in Reiner's hair as he suckled on your bust. As you moaned softly, you tried your hardest not to push his head, but to no avail.

"Slow down, baby, " Reiner muttered as he pulled away, spit trailing from his lips to your sensitive bud, his eyes dilated as he palmed himself through his shorts. "You'll get what you want." The authority in his voice caused your core to dampen; you rub your moist thighs together to ease your desire. You nodded at him, signaling you understand.

“Atta girl,” he muttered, his thumb brushing over your cheek, wiping away water. A pout falls upon your lips as he pulled away too fast for your liking.

"Take these off, " Reiner ordered, referring to his clothes as he pinched your erect nipples, moistening them both.

"Yessir," you exasperate, shamelessly; you rush to get his shirt off, drooling as the shower lights glistened on his toned chest. As you worked on his belt, your hands shake causing Jean to laugh, you groan in agitation as you couldn’t even open his belt.

. "Help her out, man, she's struggling." his hand worked faster as he slipped in another digit inside, curling them as he hit your g spot.

Heat fills your stomach as you sigh into Reiner's chest, he pats your head, telling you it okay. “Guess I’ll do it myself.”

You sigh as his hands slip in between you, the familiar jingle of his belt causing you to clench around Jean’s finger. You feel as his hands work on his belt as you took time to revel in pleasure. Jean moved his other hand from your hip to work your clit, using your slick as a lubricant. You sank deeper into his arms while Reiner worked his belt off along with his pants.

It fell to the ground, the metal on it clinking as it hit the floor. You grin sexily as Reiner stood in all his glory. "There. Now finish," he spoke curtly. Slipping your hand into his boxers, you pull them down. Jumping as his cock sprang out, hitting your face because you were sandwiched between the two. Reiner’s dick was long and thick, his tip swollen with anticipation and his tip pink with want. You trail your fingers down his veins that were prominent on all sides, smiling as he sighed sensually, dick throbbing in your hands. Your eyes cut to Marco, who stood watching, panting slightly as his hand with hand in his pants. Bertholdt stood watching; his breathing laboured as he watched with a red face, his dick hard as well."What about those two, " you mutter as you stare into their eyes.

"Don't worry about them, " Jean spoke harshly as he pulled his clothes off his skin. "We're busy for now."

"Look at you, so interested in someone else's needs." Reiner praised once more, peppering your lips with soft kisses. "They'll get a turn. Right now, we're playing."

Jean pulls your legs, spreading them out. His hand trailed down your back as he kissed your neck, leaving love bites when he can. Jean pressed on the small of your back, asking you to arch. He leaned you down, your face in front of Reiner’s dick, who cupped your chin again, his fingers brushing against your lip as you sat on your hands and knees.

"Say ah," as he patted your face, his voice tantalizing and husky with seduction, asking you to open your mouth, you almost instantly complying. He guided his dick to and past your lips, brushing his pre-cum on your plush, full and moistened lips. Licking them, you hum with delight. Wrapping your tongue around his tip, you pull Reiner by his thighs as close as you could without choking.

You shudder as Jean aligned himself at your entrance, his tip drawing circles on your clit as you buck your hips involuntarily. Your moaning sent vibration down Reiner's length.

You grew irritated as Jean teased your hole with the swole tip of himself, you push away from Reiner, enough so you could be. “Don’t leave me hanging, Jean.” You muttered back at the brunette who glared darkly. You shiver as sly laughter fell from his lips.

A scream shot in you as Jean plunged into, slamming into your sweet spot. You couldn’t help the way Jean pushed you into Reiner, causing you to gagged around him. Your nose scrunches up as more precum slides down your throat as he throbbed on your wet muscle.

Making quick use of your throat, Reiner hips began to rock in a slow, tight motion as he fucked your face slowly, one hand on the back of your head, knotted loosely in your hair. The other is under your armpit and wrapped around your shoulder, tugging you farther from Jean.

Warm drool pools in your mouth and down your chin. It dribbled down his waist, slicking his balls, the squelching of your throat and the feel of your tongue lapping him up as you hummed on his dick as Jean teased your womanhood drove him insane, as he pulled you you closer, watching your mouth swallow him up, again and again.

"F-fuck, so good." Reiner sputtered out praise, massaging the back of your head gently with one hand. It was a miracle you could breathe because the two of them weren't giving you a chance.

Marco's hand was in his pants, pumping away slowly, chasing a nut as he watched Reiner and Jean play tug of war with you and manhandled you. Listening to you cry out and moan was enough to cause him to erupt all over his hand. You groan at the empty feeling you feel as Jean pulls out. It didn’t last long though, as you squelch and pucker around him.

Suddenly you cried out as Jean pushed into your pulsating core, stuffing you even though he hadn't bottomed out. You're hogging Y/N, Reiner," Jean growled, his hands digging into your hips, pulling your ass apart. He watched part of his long and girthy shaft reappear and disappear from inside of you. "Let up, bro."

"Fuck no," Reiner breathed out, his eyes fluttering as he sighed, followed by more praise. Jean tugged you closer to him, against Reiner's needy and robust grip, pressing on your back, fixing your arch. To him, it wasn't deep enough; your ass needs to be higher. "Keep that arch, dammit."

You body lunges back and forth as they fuck into you simultaneously. You knees weaken as the realization sets in. To them, you were a rag doll, something they could use because you’d never stop them. You enjoyed it too much.

You cried out as Jean's large and heavy hand landed on your ass with a loud smack. His hands moved from your hips to your stomach; he slammed into the rest of the way and withdrew, leaving you feeling empty. Delicious pain shot through you as he pushed up back inside you.

The wetness of your mouth and your screams sending vibration down his dick, Reiner's hips to stall as he began to shake. To know that you even had this power over him caused you to clench around Jean.

Reiner moved his hands back to your head, tightening his grip in your now tangled hair. His dick hit the back of your throat as he forcefully pushed you closer to Jean, who thrust relentlessly, his head tossed make in pleasure. Reiner emptied himself down your throat, holding you in place as he forced you to take his load. "Swallow it all, beautiful." which you had no choice but to oblige; thankfully, he tasted pretty good. Sweeter than salty.

He moved a hand to your jaw, rubbing it softly as you breathed out heavily as he pulled out of your mouth with an audible pop. "Open up," he omitted quietly, tapping your chin. He wiped the wetness of tears from your eyes as you looked up at him through wet lashes, fighting moans as Jean also got sloppy with his thrusts.

Opening your mouth, Reiner looked inside and smiled constantly. "Good job, you did so well." though he was on his knees, he leaned down to kiss you right as your much-awaited orgasm shot through you as Jean's dick rubbed against you g spot, his thumb playing with your sensitive clit, the warm pit in your stomach boiling over as you spilled out onto Jean's pulsating length.

You pulled away from Reiner and cried out as Jean pulled you close to him, pinning your hands behind your back as he fucked you through your orgasm, laying you against the cold tiles that cut through your warmth. He laid on top of your shaking figure; he laid perfectly on your arch, putting all his weight on you to hold you down. Pulling out of you, Jean came on your ass, using a hand to smear it all over you. You noticed that Bertholdt finally turned around, a concerned look on his face as he held a rag, sitting in a chair.

Finally letting you go, Jean stood up smiling as he watched you lay on the ground. Walking around you, he stands at your hand. Watching your chest heave up and down made satisfaction shoot through him. "Told you that you'd like it." Jean laughed at your dazed expression, glazed over eyes and a tired and euphoric smile on your face.

Before Jean could get into aftercare, Bertholdt swooped you up as you cried out. You were sensitive, and they were pretty rough. "Aftercare is essential. Let's clean you up, baby." Bertholdt held you close, smiling softly as you looked at him through teary eyes.

He sat back in the chair, using the damp rag to wipe away the spit that covered your face, along with the nut on your ass, and also your folds, while he told you how perfect you had been, how sexy it was to watch his friends use you while your face was in his shirt. "Can you do me a favour?"

Looking up, you nodded your head, listening to whatever Bertholdt is about to say. You would speak, but you were still coming down from your high.

"Let me taste you." Passion burns in his eyes as Bertholdt licks his lips. You couldn't say no, not to that face. You hear the other boys laugh and tease the both of you.

You hide your face in his shirt as he wraps his around you, "you don't have to, but I'd like it." he muttered so only you could hear. He was giving you an out; if today had been too much, then Bertholdt hoped to do it someday along the line.

" I want to," you say hoarsely, your throat still ached from Reiner. "Let's lay by the shower," Bertholdt instructed as he covered your named body to one of the showerheads. He positioned you so that the water would hit your upper stomach. Turning it on to the lowest setting, water gently spurts out of the faucet, spraying a warm mist over your body that ached from being slutted out by Jean and Reiner. Who knew the pairing made for a devilish dicking down.

Bertholdt brought you back to his attention as he lifted your legs over his shoulders. He scooted close enough to smell your desire. He teased your clit with a light brush of his fingers. You cry out, the feeling of want to build deeply inside you.

"Such a tease," you muttered, bucking your hand against his skimming hand. Laughing lightly at you, Bertholdt teases your clit a few times before he sucked on it. Your thigh squeeze, involuntarily but Bertholdt opened your legs up. His tongue danced around your clit, rolling it between his lips as you began to moan out, your hands resting on his head, tingling as water lightly drizzles upon your arm. Bertholt put his arms around you, massaging your tummy in his hand while his tongue rubbed your clit. He sucked on every part of your pussy, that he could.

As he began to fuck you with his tongue, he dropped a hand down to run a tight circle with his thumb on your clit. Convulsing, you bucked your hips to match the flow of his tongue, working for your orgasm. Your breath began laboured as you met eyes with the other guys.

“Such a good girl, look at the way your grinding into Bert’s face,” Marco praised as you began to hump their friend’s face while he worshiped you with his tongue.

"You look adorable when you are about to cum," Reiner teased as he chuckled at your expression. You couldn't help but chew your lip with anticipation for your release.

"I can't believe you are this slutty," Jean laughed as he fucked you with his eyes.

You began to babble, at a loss for words due to their words and Bertholdt devouring you like he hadn’t ate earlier today in the mess hall

They loved to see you so vulnerable like this; it was a side not many seen since you were a seasoned soldier. But to see you mewling around through touch was enough to drive them nuts. They often all fantasized about you, they knew that they had a mutual crush on you, which they playfully argued about but it was nothing detrimental. And now, here they are, fucking you together, and jacking off to the way your face contorted and the way your body twisted, begging for more.

“Damn, if i knew, ah, that your mouth was this good, I would’ve hopped on a lot sooner.” You breathed out, hard carding through his soft brown hair.

“You taste so damn sweet,” Bertholdt muttered, his nose nudging your pulsating clit as he dipped his tongue into your core. He groaned at the way you tasted as he spread you open, licking a bold strip down your folds.

You watch the others as they pump away with their cocks in hand. Black dots cover your vision as you feel another orgasm shoot through to, Soaking Bertholdt's chin and lips as he lapped up your orgasm, his hands massaging away at your tummy.

Curses leave your lips as you rock your hip into his mouth that attempted to swallow your soul. "Ah~ Fuck!" you cried out, tears pricking in your eyes.

"It's okay, Y/N." Marco's voice echoes through you as you shook with pleasure. Reaching for him, Marco took his hand in yours, and he used the other one to brush your tears away. "You've been doing so good, now of your turn to be pleasured." he purred in your ear as he guided you through your second orgasm.

You latch onto his lips with yours, your tongue fighting to devour each other. Marco grinned at your breathy moans that he swallowed.

As your moans came to a stop, you couldn't help but lightly push Bertholdt away from your center. You were way too sensitive, and if he could have it his way then, you'd be there in that spot, all damn night.

He laughed as he laid eyes on you, you looked fucked beyond your comprehension, and your mind was still catching up. "You tasted amazing, thank you." Bertholdt pressed his lips to yours one last time to let you taste yourself.

Humming in his mouth, you hug him. You felt thankful and were in utter bliss. You've never been fucked so good before. This was your first 5-some, and you knew this was heavily frowned upon, but these four made you feel the best you have ever felt.

Reiner handed you your shorts and his undershirt so that you could get dressed. "So," he began, both of your faces glowing red and hot. "I think I speak for the guys when I say, this was fun. If you weren't satisfied, or this isn't your thing, we don't have to do it again, but we could." Reiner trailed off as the guys mutually agreed out loud. “Shit we would be more than welcome to doing this frequently.”

"It was enjoyable, a bit too enjoyable. It seems like now we are a party of 5, causing regular sex isn't going to cut it if I can be fucked with that," you laugh as you slip your clothes on. Pressing your lip to Reiner's lips and then each boy after that.

"Reiner and Jean," you call as you break away from your kiss with Bertholdt. "Next time, maybe don't fight with each other." you giggle as they awkwardly grin with knowing smiles.

"You liked it," Jean muttered as he pulled you into him, tucking you into his side as he kisses the top of your head.

"I did, now let's finish." you admitting, grabbing your things to finish cleaning before Levi makes an appearances. You ignored the shaking of your legs until you had finished. The five of you are finally at the dorms when you collapse into Marco, who carried you back.

Like you had said, it was like a guilty pleasure. You enjoyed being around beautiful men who wanted on you hand and foot. They were amazing and the sex was great too.

TRUTH OR DARE

Remus lupin x fem!reader

warning! smut, sub!remus, dom!reader, penetrative sex, grinding, handjob, smoking, drinking, floor sex, riding, overstimulation, innocence kink, Remus is a virgin, slight degradation, teasing, Sirius is a pervert.

“Truth or dare,” hummed Sirius as Remus and I both read from books, sitting on the oldest boys bed. I flicked the ash of my cigarette into an ashtray, looking up at Sirius with a raised brow as he took a swig from a bottle of fire whiskey.

“Truth or dare?” I repeated his request in a questioning manner, resting my elbow on my knee with my hand tipped back in a feminine pose, the smoke rising from my cigarette as I put my book on the bed.

“You heard me,” nodded the best friend. Remus and I looked at Sirius with confusion.

“Both of us?” I asked, motioning to our other best friend who looked up with raised brows. “Yep,” Sirius said, not moving from his crouched position in front of us.

I looked at Remus, the boy shrugging his shoulders cluelessly before we both looked back at Sirius. “dare,” I challenged, taking a long drag of my cigarette as Remus folded his page on his book and put it down, but I kept ahold of mine, reading through the last of the chapter as Sirius thought of a dare.

“I dare the two of you...to make love in front of me.” He suddenly announced, so confidently and calmly like it was something normal.

Both Remus and I looked up, the lycanthrope surely surprised, but I stayed calmer. “What?” Said Remus, furrowing his brows.

“Oh, not on my bed. I don’t fancy sleeping in your revolting sweat.” He said, “do it on the carpet.”

I looked attention the soft red rug on the floor and took another drag of the cigarette, looking over at Remus who was looking between Sirius and myself.

“And, the forfeit?” I asked, pressing the tip of my cigarette to the ashtray, dropping the cherry in it. Sirius looked at Remus then at me. “You’ll suck him off.”

Remus gulped nervously and looked at sirius. “You’re serious?”

“You know I am, silly,” mused Sirius, looking at our best friend with dead eyes. I hummed softly to myself in wonder for w moment before hopping up. “Alright.” I said, walking to the carpet. “I’ve got a sore throat today so I’ll just do the dare.”

Remus’ eyes went wider than saucers, looking up at me as I unzipped my skirt and let it fall to my ankles. He nervously stood up and walked to the carpet, and I pushed him down on it so he was leaning back with his elbows propped up. I straddled his hips and looked down at him calmly as Sirius sat down on his bed with an amused smile and lit a cigarette from my box of smokes.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” I whispered to him so only he could hear, curling a lock of his hair behind his ear. He gulped and I watched his Addams Apple bob as I slowly unbuttoned my shirt.

“I do,” he whispered back, making sure our words didn’t fall on Sirius’ ears. “I’m just nervous. I don’t know how...” he said innocently, face flushing red.

“I’ll show you,” I whispered, leaning down to kiss down his jaw, causing him to let out little gasps. Sirius watched as he smoked away the cigarette, slouched against the wall. I softly ground my panty clad core on Remus’ growing bulge, causing him to whine out, nervously holding my hips.

I let out a hum against his neck as I sucked a fresh hickey, panties getting damp when his hips jolted in surprise at the stimulation I gave him.

He let me pull his jumper over his head, my hand sliding down his scarred chest. “You’re so pretty,” I whispered, pressing more kisses down his abdomen. He whined again, moaning nervously when my hand began to softly palm his bulge through the jeans, rubbing up and down.

He looked at the parts of my breasts that he could see, just the swell, but my nipples were covered by my button up blouse. “Touch them,” I whispered, “I know you like my tits, moony... always see you looking at them.” I purred. He reached up and carreswdbthe underside of them, hands hesitating.

I grabbed his wrists and pulled them up further so my breasts rested in his palms, his hands the perfect size to hold. A breathy moan fell from my lips as he softly squeezed them, I could feel him getting harder against my arse as he palmed my breasts.

“They’re nice, huh?” I breathed, raising my eyebrows at him, softly grinding my hips. He whimpered and threw his head back, and I slowly lifted my hips to unbuckle his belt, taking off his beige trousers and reaching into his boxers, taking ahold of his sensitive cock. A louder whine left him and Sirius let out a mocking laugh, watching me softly jerk him.

“You’re so big,” I whispered, “why didn’t you tell me you had such a pretty cock, baby?”

He whined as I shrugged off my shirt and moved my panties to the side, yanking his boxers of and hovering above his cock with my lip between my teeth. Remus looked down as I rubbed his tip up and down my sopping folds, hissing softly to myself. God, I was already wet, I barely needed any preparing.

Remus watched as I began to sink down on him, a loud whine escaping him as his jaw dropped and a hiss leaving me at the harsh stretch. I screwed my eyes shut and paused for a moment, forcing myself down on him. His was way bigger than I had ever taken.

“Move, please move,” he practically wept. I softly rocked my hips against his and let out a lewd moan, core heating up at the feeling of him inside me. “Oh god,” he whimpered, hos eyes watering as my wetness dropped into his pelvis.

“Does that feel nice?” I breathed, the boy frantically nodding, whimpering like crazy, eyes rolling into the back of his head as he trembled slightly. He was already a fucked out mess, submitting to me as I slowly fucked myself on him and coed at him.

“Look at you, pathetic little thing, aren’t you? Can’t handle my cunt?” I mewled to him with mockery, resting a hand under his chin, pouting mockingly. A sob passed his lips as my hips sped up, riding him faster. “Do you like that? Yeah?” I breathed, smirking down at him.

“Oh, fuck.” He choked, hips bucking up into me, hitting such deep spots that hadn’t been touched before. “Do that again,” I whispered, and he did it once again. That was enough to make my cunt feel soaked, clenching around him as I began to roll my hips slowly again with my head tipped back, eyes shut and mouth open. He moaned and bit his lip, head falling back against the carpet.

I leaned down and resumed my kissing to his neck, softly bouncing my hips as I sucked bruises into his throat and bit down to her a rise out of him, hearing his moans become louder when I did so. He liked it, this boy liked biting.

God, I could feel how hard he was inside of me, cock throbbing and pulsing.

I pulled myself off of him momentarily and kneeling between his legs, wrapping my hand around his cock and pumping him quickly.

His mouth fell open and he grabbed a handful of the rug, moaning louder than he had at all tonight. I watched his leaking, red cock twitch and throb desperately. I would twist my hand, squeezing harder when I got to the top, watching his cock turn even more red from the pressure.

I looked up at his face, he was loosing himself in the pleasure, bucking his hips up and whimpering for everyone to hear. “Oh moony,” I coed, shaking my head. “Are you gonna cum?”

He nodded his head rapidly and let out a meaningless string of mumbled words. “Inside, pleasepleaseplease inside.” He whined,voice all strained and whiny. I smiled. “You wanna cum inside my pussy?”

He cried out an nodded, muttering more soft pleas as I gave his cock a few last tight pumps and then crawled back over him, slowly lowering myself onto his cock. I was about to go slow to drag out his orgasm, but what I didn’t expect was for him to lock his arms around my waist, yank me down so my chest was against his and begin to roughly slam up into me.

I gasped loudly and grabbed at the hair on the back of his head at the feeling of his cock just tearing trough me, hitting my cervix over and over again. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I chanted, feeling my own orgasm build in my stomach with my eyes screwed impossibly tight.

He got more and more frantic the closer he got to his orgasm, his cock slamming up it I me as his balls slapped against the curve of my ass.

“Gonna cum,” he mewled, and I lifted myself back up to rock my hips against him as he stilled and trembled.

He came with a strained whine, his whole body shaking and stuttering as he released his load inside of me, filling me to the brim until I was leaking with his cum. I didn’t stop after he had finished, and he let out sobs of overstimulation.

“Too much, it’s too much—” he whimpered pathetically, shaking his head as tears welled in his eyes and his hips bucked up. I quirked a brow at him. “How could you be so selfish, moony. I didn’t even cum yet. You want me to cum, don’t you?” I teased in a sultry tone, rolling my hips faster. He nodded eagerly, looking up at me, all fucked out as I cupped his face and ran my thumb underneath his eye.

It’s like we had completely forgotten that Sirius was in the room, watching us and smoking the last of his cigarette.

“Oh, Remus,” I breathed, shutting my eyes and tipping my head back as I felt my orgasm sneakily creeping up on me, crawling up my spine.

“Gonna cum again?” I whispered to him, quirking a brow. He nodded desperately as I rode his tough cock hard and fast, my walls becoming tighter around him.

“So close,” he panted, grabbing my hips with a breathless moan. “Oh fuck, oh fuck—fuck!” My last word was strained and quiet as i felt my orgasm crash over me, my hands bracing on the carpet either side of Remus, riding us through our highs. His cum spurted out into my cunt, filling me even more than the first time.

My hips slowed until I stopped, looking down at him as I breathed heavily and he panted. I slowly lifted myself off of his softened cock, causing it to fall limp against his stomach, wet and glistening with our cum, still leaking onto his stomach.

I sat down between his legs, my own legs spread and bent as I leaned back on my hands. Sirius stood from the bed and walked over, crouching down beside Remus. He swiped his four fingers over the pool of cum on the boys abdomen, rubbing the substance between his fingers with a chuckle before standing up and strutting out of the room, stroking my jaw on the way out and licking the cum from his fingers on the other hand.

When the door shut, I looked over at a worn out Remus, breathing heavily with sweat across my body, and I thought about what just happened.

I just deflowered my best friend.