ALTURISTIC

ALTURISTIC

Hello, I do not anticipate this getting a lot - if any at all - attention and that is fine. It is more of a self-indulgent piece, but if it happens to attain the attention of others then that is a welcomed plus <3

Warnings - femdom!reader, sub!Hyunjin, AFAB reader, non idol! au, mommy kink, nipple play (m! Receiving), handjob, use of petnames (pretty boy, slut, baby) oral (m! Receiving), rimming, riding ♡

Summary - After a frustrating day at work your pretty boy helps you relieve tension <3

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Contrary to popular belief, working a part-time, just above minimum wage job was not dreadful. At least ninety percent of the time. The other ten percent consisted of rude and impatient customers. Thankfully for you, you had sweet co-workers and understanding managers. So, after encountering a rude Karen that demanded something completely out of your jurisdiction, they did not hesitate to let you go home forty-five minutes early. The drive home consisted of you trying not to cry out of frustration while having a death grip on the steering wheel, and fantasizing about all the ways you wanted to relieve that frustration. The one at the top of your list turned to stare at you in both excitement and confusion as you struggled to open the door to the apartment. Hyunjin laid sprawled out on the couch rewacthing season one of Rick and Morty, his phone balancing on the edge of the coffee table.

"Y/N! Is it four already?" Hyunjin paused the episode - Close Rick-Counters of the Rick Kind - snatching his phone from the table. He tapped his phone to check the time. Upon realizing that you're home fifteen minutes early, a confused frown blesses his beautiful features.

You let out a heavy sigh and slip in under his long legs, placing your hands atop his thighs.

"Are you okay?" Concern now replaces confusion as he attempts to sit up. You gently push him back down and lay your body against him. Taking in his sweet, yet mildly salty, scent calms you down enough to talk.

"They let me go early," your voice was slightly muffled as your face was half pressed into the cotton of Hyunjin's shirt. The drained tone in which you spoke was enough to let Hyunjin know that something happened that you would rather not extend energy discussing or thinking about right now. Instead, he knowingly rubbed your back and kissed the top of your head.

"Well, do you want to continue watching this with me?" He made a subtle gesture towards the paused t.v screen with his head. You shook your head no and buried your face into the crook of his neck. Hyunjin lay silent as he let you take him in.

"How about I help you feel better?" His voice dropped lower as he began moving his hands further down your back. He rested his hands just above the curve of your ass and waited for a sign of approval from you. You raise your head and gave him a grateful smile, however, it was in contrast to the darkness in your eyes. You sat up on top of Hyunjins lower half, ass pressed flush against him.

"My pretty boy wants to help me unwind huh? " Your tone was almost mocking, you knew the answer - it was clear as day due to the growing hardness pressed underneath you.

Hyunjin let out a shaky sigh as his large hands moved instead to occupy the softness of your thighs. He looked at you with anticipation, which only caused you to smirk.

"I-I'll do whatever you want," he weakly let out as your hands began to roam up his stomach and across the exspanse of his chest, lightly brushing over his nipples.

"Really, baby? Aren't you just so sweet," you leaned down towards his lips, until you could feel the uneven breaths he was letting out. His breath hitched as you applied more pressure down on him and let yourself grind against him. He desperately leaned up to catch your lips in a kiss. Initially, it was sweet, gentle and just what you needed after the stress today brought. But then your frustration resurfaced and you caught his wrist, pinning them above his head. You kissed him with more vigor, simultaneously grinding down in him. Hyunjin moaned and arched his back, his wrist tugging under your hold.

You abruptly stood up, elicting a disappointed whine from Hyunjin. Outstretching your hand, however, shut him up quickly as he took it and allowed you to lead him into the bedroom.

Upon entering you pushed him down onto the bed and mounted him without missing a beat. First you removed your shirt, throwing it with abandon onto the floor. Hyunjin moaned lightly at the sight of your soft breast clad in a simple black lace bra.

You warm hands ventured under the white cotton that so rudely deprived you of Hyunjin's milky skin and hardened nipples. Once the cool air of the room came into contact with his sensitive nipples, Hyunjin arched his back towards you in a silent plea.

"Use me, h-however you want"

You grinned appreciatively at Hyunjin before leaning down to attach your lips to his left nipple. Gently licking, your tongue swirled around the nub before fully engulfing it and applying light pressure with your teeth to tease him. It worked wonders as Hyunjin keened and let out a breathy moan. He allowed you to tease him, alternating between the two sensitive nubs. Something about feeling his body shiver and tremble under your hands and mouth brought a great sense of calm and warmth, just what you were craving after the long day you've had.

As Hyunjin's moans increase in volume and quantity, you begin to descend down his torso. Open-mouthed kisses are left down his taut stomach, his muscles tensing under each touch. You continue to kiss down his navel until you reach the drawstrings of his sweatpants. Your eyes flick up to observe his current state - which is already a pleasureable sight. His eyes are lidded and glossed over, his cheeks a dusty pink and his lips are parted to release strained breaths.

"Such a good, pretty boy. Letting mommy use him to relieve stress," Hyunjin rolled his hips up subtly at the title in which you addressed youself.

"A-anything for you, mommy," you smiled approvingly and pulled down his sweatpants, Hyunjin raising his hips up to let you pull them off all the way with ease.

His underwear followed suit and soon his hard cock lay flush against his trembling stomach. The pink tip leaked beads of precum from the teasing kisses and touches, he was always such a sensitive boy.

Hyunjin lets out a high pitched moan when he feels your forefinger run over his tip. You grab his cock at the base and use his copious amount of precum to slowly stroke up - to the underside of his tip - and back down again. You repeat this motion a few more times as Hyunjin lets out moans, each one higher than the last. You speed up and add more pressure, ensuring to twist your hand as you near his tip.

"F-fuck mommy, that f-feels so g-good," his voice is unstable and you watch his muscles tense and untense in his stomach.

You lean your head down and press a kiss too sweet and gentle to fit in this moment. The noise Hyunjin makes is satisfactory as the moan is drawn out and breathy.

Your tongue swirls around his tip and you begin to slide down his cock, inch by inch. Once you've reached the base of his cock you stay there for a few seconds before ascending back up, pressing your tongue against him. Hyunjin's hands scramble to grip the sheets with such strength you're almost worried they'll rip.

"Nnghh, so g-gooood," his hips stutter as his head falls back.

You bob your head faster, more aggressive and drink in the onslaught of lewd moans Hyunjin lets out. As your left hand moves over the portion of his cock you cannot reach, your right one cups his balls - gently rolling them around in the softness of your hand. Hyunjin's narrow hips raise off the bed as his eyes roll back. His lips parted to let out a pleasurable scream, drool lolling out and down his cheek. He's a mess, really.

You take a second to pop your lips off of his cock, your hands continuing their ministrations.

"What a dirty boy you are Jinnie, slobbering all over yourself. Such a little slut for me, aren't you?" The cocky tone paired with the filthy words only makes Hyunjin's cock twitch and leak more precum. He loves being your dirty boy, your slut.

"Y-yes I'm your s-slut," he can barely keep his eyes open as your right hand comes up - you rub your palm in circles around his tip. The loud moan Hyunjin lets out is borderline pornographic.

You rub your palm in faster circles, Hyunjin's hips thrust up in sync with your movements.

"Mommy! F-fuuuck," his cock twitches in your hold, you know he's close.

Suddenly you stop, your absence causes Hyunjin to let out a choked whine.

"M-mommy, I was close," his eyes shine with the promise of tears as he looks down at you in desperation.

"Quiet, baby," you begin to lay flat on your stomach in between his parted legs. You slide your arms under his thighs.

"I'm not done with you yet, my pretty boy," Hyunjin blushes at the petname and even more so as he realises where this is leading.

You lick a thick stripe over his hole and are rewarded with a wrecked moan from Hyunjin. Your tongue circles his puckered hole, not quite dipping in like Hyunjin so desperately craves. Your hands pull his legs further apart to gain more access to his sensitive hole.

Then, you dive in - rapidly licking his hole, circling it and then letting your tongue slid in. Your hold on Hyunjin's legs tighten as he begins thrashing about uncontrollably.

"Fuckfuckfuck," Hyunjin is breathing hard as he feels the coil tightening in his stomach. You tongue-fuck his tight hole whilst simultaneously stroking his cock with your right hand.

"Nngh - fuck mommy, I-I'm gonna c-cum - fuuck," tears spill over the brims of his eyes as he's overwhelmed with pleasure. His shaking legs tighten around your head as you quicken your ministrations.

"C-can I please cum?" His eyes are wild and desperate, like he will scream if you deny him his release. Fortunately, you're just as desperate to watch him unravel - to watch as his beautiful face twist in pleasure.

"Cum for mommy, pretty boy," you hum against his hole. The vibrations ring through him and bring him another wave of pleasure. That combined with your tongue repeatedly plunging in and out, and your quick strokes on his cock has Hyunjin's toes curling as he screams out your name. His eyes squeeze shut, tears racing down his cheeks. His whole body convulses like a man possesed as you help him through his intense orgasm. Thick ropes of his cum paint his quivering stomach.

Once he has stopped shaking you sit up and slide off the end of the bed. You take your pants off and throw them to join the other discarded items of clothing on the floor. Hyunjin watches you in a dazz as you search the bedside table for a condom.

He whimpers when he sees you open it.

"Can you handle it baby?"

He gives a weak nod of confirmation and you give him a quick, but loving, kiss before leaning back to roll the condom over his semi-hard cock.

"Such a good boy, taking mommy's pussy after cumming so much," you coo as you slide your wet slit over his tip. Hyunjin looks like he's going to cry at the feeling. The sensation both pleasureable and painful.

"I'm going to put it in now, baby," you pull yourself up, lining up with Hyunjin's cock before slowly sinking down. With each inch you feel yourself stretch, a satisfied sigh escapes your parted lips. You feel Hyunjin's cock twitch as you bottom out on him. Slowly, you rise up and sink back down.

"A-aahh," Hyunjin lets out weak, breathy moans at the feeling of your tightness engulfing him. The overwhleming pleasure makes him delirious as his hands squeeze your hips.

Lost in your own pleasure, you roll your hips forward, feeling his cock perfectly rubbing against your sensitive walls.

"Fuck Jinnie, such a perfect cock -mmph - you make mommy feel so good," the praise has Hyunjin rolling his own hips up, intensifying the pleasure you're already feeling.

You build a steady rythm, bouncing up and down on his cock. Your nails run down his chest, stopping to flick his nipples. To which Hyunjin throws his head back into the pillows and lets out a throaty moan.

Your hand runs back up over his nipple to rest briefly on his exposed throat. Hyunjin's eyes shoot open and he looks at you with a desperate plea in his eyes. You apply pressure to the sides of his throat and Hyunjin feels like he's going to cum again. His hips roll up against yours - meeting your movements half way. Feeling your own orgasm approaching, you remove your hand from around Hyunjin's throat and dip your fingers into his mouth. Hyunjin immediately swirls his tongue around your fingers, doe eyes brimming with tears.

Then, you take the saliva coated fingers and reach down to rub fast and needy circles around your clit. The action just adding to the immense pleasure you're experiencing right now. Hyunjin moans loudly at the sight and his hands grip your hips tighter as he feels his second orgasm approaching

"I-I'm, nnghhh, gonna c-cum again - aaahh," Hyunjin reaches his right hand forward to replace your own and begins rubbing tight circles on your sensitive clit. Your own moans rise in volume as you begin to drown in pleasure.

"F-fuck Jinnie - mmmpphh - I'm c-cumming," with that, Hyunjin plants his feet flat on the bed and pounds up into you, while quickly rubbing your clit. The pleasure is blinding as you scream out his name - mixed in with some breathy moans. Hyunjin continues pounding into you throughout your orgasm, the tightening of your walls triggers his second orgasm of the night. His whole body convulses under you, his mouth parted in a silent scream. His eyes roll back as does his head, his forehead slick with sweat.

You fall forward ontop of Hyunjin as you both gasp for air. Your lips engage in a fiery, passionate kiss.

"I love you," he whispers hoarsely.

"And I love you," you whisper back, smiling down at your lover.

Such a sweet boy he is, helping you de-stress. Hyunjin always was an alturistic person.

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Well, that concludes the horny thoughts that continuosly cloud my brain. It's one am and this is what I'm doing :') Anyway, enjoy - whether that be myself just re-reading this when Hyunjin inevitably haunts my mind again, or if someone made it this far :)))

sorry - l.mh

note: this is a reupload from my old blog

content: sub minho, dom reader, brat-taming, edging, handjob, oral (reader receiving), use of a fleshlight, degradation, name-calling, slight humiliation, female reader, minho is annoying

word count: 4.9k

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A (NOT SO) CLICHÉ STORY: THE PLAYER AND THE NERD

Hello! Here is the long awaited part 2 to the sub! Eren fic. I apologize for how long it took - like three months ¯_( ͡👁️ ͜ʖ ͡👁️)_/¯ - but it is now here. There will be one last part (which will be all smut, oof) Please enjoy <3

Warnings - sub!Eren, dom!reader, f!reader, cringy Eren, college!au, use of petnames (princess, pretty boy), making out

Chapter Summary - Eren continues to woo you into submitting to him, however, after his plan backfires he finds himself in a comprising position.

Word count - 4k

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PART TWO - CHANGE OF PLANS!

There were exactly twenty-five minutes until your shift ended. You stared at the clock like you had a personal vendetta against it, hating every second that passed because that meant you were that much closer to meeting with Eren. That is if he remembered to show up. Which you prayed he wouldn't. Usually you would be angry if someone stood you up when planning to meet, but right now that sounded like the best thing ever. 

Ten minutes passed - fifteen minutes until the predetermined meeting time - when the bell rang to signal a new arrival. You were preoccupied stocking the refill napkins under the counter when you sensed a figure hovering over the edge of the counter. 

"Hi, sorry, I won't be a second," you struggled to balance the uneven piles of napkins on each other, the fragile structure threatening to topple over. 

"Take your time," once hearing that teasing voice you froze. Hesitantly you looked up to see Eren peering over the counter at you in amusement. 

You scramble to stand up, a little embarrassed to be caught off guard in a compromising position. 

"What are you doing here?" 

Eren chuckles at your annoyed tone, "you told me to meet you here, princess."

"I said at three, it's only two forty-five." 

"Well then, I guess I'll just wait for you." Eren flashes a wide smile at you, leaning forward.

"Go sit down then, I just need to finish a few things," before waiting for a response, you turn around to retreat into the kitchen. As soon as you are out of Eren's sight you grip the counter out if annoyance, eyes shut and lips parted to release deep breaths. Something about Eren annoys you to an extent that you can hardly describe. His stupid cocky smile, the playful hint in his eyes, his damn manbun and those stupid muscles. Oh. Oh. You realise something that deeply disturbs you. You find Eren very, very attractive. Eren, the cocky, unfaithful and arrogant dude that has slept with half the girls you know and who lacks any sense of commitment. Sure you never denied the fact that he is easy on the eyes but you feel attraction towards him. You realise your attraction runs deep, in a way that makes you feel a strong need to see him crying and begging underneath you. To watch him fall apart under your touch and whine for you to please let him-

"Hey, Y/N," the sudden intrusion startles you, causing you to jump three feet in the air. 

"Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you." Your co-worker - a kind lady in her late fifties- approaches you with a warm smile, hands up in feign defence. 

"Seems like you were deep in thought, you didn't hear me call out the first time," she muses.

"I can take over now," she claps her hands together to reinforce her readiness.

"I still have ten minutes left on my shift."

"Don't worry about it, I see you have a handsome young man waiting for you out there," she raises her eyebrows suggestively. 

You blush a deep crimson, unsure of how to respond.

"See you Thursday. Have fun while you're young, love," she pats your shoulders and then gently pushes you towards the doorway, encouraging you to leave. After retrieving your belongings, you make your way out into the main area of the store.

Eren stands to the far left of the counter, absentmindedly scrolling through his phone. You approach him with a slight grimance on your face, the image of him fucked out beneath you nagging at your conciousness. Upon your arrival Eren quickly switches his phone off and turns all of his attention towards you. 

"Ready, princess?" The pet name makes you scoff, the urge to choke him overwhelming. Now that's an idea.  

You walk past him and up the stairs to reach the second level of the desert shop. You feel a little uneasy as you can feel the burning of eyes on you as you walk one step at a time.

The stairs open up onto a large floor with scattered tables and chairs, grand windows exposing the naked trees and passing strangers. A young couple - presumably teenagers - occupy one of the tables, huddled close and sharing a cake. You internally smile at the wholesomeness of the scene before you. They look so in love.

"I give them a week, two if I'm being generous," Eren leans down to whisper his uncalled for opinon into your ear.

"Not everyone is incapable of maintaining a long term relationship, Eren."

"Are you referring to me, Princess?" 

His voice makes him appear offended but his face lacks any sign of actually being hurt by your words. 

"Yes." You deadpan, which causes Eren to smile in amusement.

Before you can reach out for your chair, Eren's large hand grasps it and obnoxiously pulls it out, free hand dramatically gesturing for you to take a seat.

The stubborn, petty side of you wants to slap his hand away and pull out the chair yourself but you sit down while mumbling a thank you, nevertheless.

As soon as you are seated you take out your laptop and notebook from your bag.

Upon seeing this Eren laughs, "what are you doing?" 

The look that manifest on your face is a mix of confusion and slight irritation

"What do you mean?"

"Are you actually gonna do work right now?" 

The question leaves you dumbfounded.

"Um? That's the whole point of us meeting right now."

"And here I thought you were just trying to spend time with me," he leans his cheek into his palm, elbow resting on the table.

The confusion on your face is overrun by irritation.

"If you're just gonna play around, I'm gonna go," you reinforce your threat by standing, to which Eren straightens up, his teasing demeanour wavering.

"Hey, hey, I was just joking. Damn, you're really gonna make me work on a school project in my free time? Weeks before it's due? You are cruel, aren't you?" 

"Cruel? Oh, you have no idea," Eren quirks his brow in curiosity, internally debating what your words were alluding to. No words are spoken for several minutes as you set up a document for your and Eren's planning and research.

"So, I was thinking that I could cover areas one through to three, and you do four through to six. That is, if it's okay with you." 

Eren takes slow blinks at you, clearly not listening to anything you were saying. 

"Eren?" 

"Sorry, what was that?" He flashes a teasing smile.

An audible breath is inhaled by you, you have to remind yourself that this is for your education. 

"I'm just kidding, princess. Wow, you're really cute when you're mad." 

A quiet laugh is heard from two tables over, from the young couple that stares amusedly at the two of you. 

"Oh my god, they are such a cute couple," the girl whispers to her boyfriend. 

Upon hearing this your face instantly screws up. 

"Did you hear that, they think we're a cute couple," he leans forward, long strands slipping from his messy ponytail and fanning over his forehead. You almost reach forward to brush them away out of instinct, but very quickly stop yourself when you see how Eren eyes you up and down.

"We are clearly not going to get any work done, why don't I just share the project with you and we meet up another time," as you begin to shut your laptop and pack it away, Eren grabs your wrist.

"Hey, hey, sure we don't have to do work now but why don't we just hang out, yeah?" A strong 'no' hangs heavy in the back of your throat but for some unforeseen and unbeknown reason, you find yourself placing your hands flat on the table and nodding your head.

"Fine. But not for long, I have to get home to feed my cats," your arms cross in front of you defiantly and an annoyed pout pulls at your lips. 

"Oh, you have cats? I'm more of a dog person," Eren's hands retreat back to the edge of the table, fumbling with a sugar packet he plucked from the container in the middle of the table. 

"Well, I guess that's another thing we don't have in common." 

"Oh yeah, and what else don't we have in common, princess?" 

"Work ethic. Priorities, loyalty," you whisper the last one out of pettiness, and you know that was low of you but at this point you have little to no energy to play nice with Eren.

"What was that last one? Loyalty? Pfft, you're insinuating that I'm a player, right? Princess, all of the girls I've been with all come to me knowing what they're signing up for. That's on them, not me, sweetheart." Eren speaks in a nonchalant way, as if discussing his favourite ice cream flavour.

You scoff at his dismissiveness and arrogance. The urge to choke him while riding him increases. You're sure that would put him in his place, make him shut his pretty, but annoying, mouth. 

"Awe, are you jealous? If you wanted me to fuck you, you could've simply asked," Eren leans forward, loose strands of hair falling over his face. 

"Oh please, it wouldn't be me getting fucked," you snarl, arms folding over your chest, a heavy look in your eyes. Eren instantly leans back in surprise.

He lets out a breathy laugh, "and what does that mean?". 

Now it's your turn to lean forward, your hands rest on the table in front of you in a casual manner.

"It means, you wouldn't be fucking me, princess. I'd make sure to put you in your place and shut that pretty mouth up." 

The air becomes thick with tension. Eren cannot believe his ears. It seems that his perception of you; studious, innocent and a subby brat (just like every other girl he toys with) was wrong. The confusion and something unreadable drains from Eren's face and is replaced by his usual cocky smirk. Eren just figures you must be extra bratty, someone that's gonna put up a fight. 

"Ha ha, nice joke. We both know you don't have it in you to dom," Eren leans closer, so close you can feel the warmth of his breath, "you're just another little brat that needs to be fucked into line," he sits back, a satisfied smirk on his face. He felt victorious, like he hit a nerve. That was until he saw the look on your face. It instantly makes his stomach drop and his smirk falter. Your bottom lip is pulled under your teeth as you try your hardest to suppress your laughter. Your eyebrows are knitted together in a baffled manner. You really cannot believe that this guy, Eren Jaeger, manages to have tons of girls swooning over him. His arrogance and cringe inducing words make it very hard for you to understand the appeal. 

"Okay. For the sake of the project, I'm gonna give you my number and then I'm gonna leave, okay?" Eren's cold eyes blink in confusion, he cannot comprehend the situation at hand but once you slide a napkin with your phone number scribbled on it, he finally snaps out of it. Despite how much he wants to grab your hand and yank you back down, he also doesn't want to appear desperate. No way will he, Eren Jaeger, be seen begging someone to stay with him. Especially a brat like you. As he watches you pack up your things and give him a quick smile before leaving, he realises something.

There was no way in hell he was going to let you get away without submitting to him. Even if it takes all year, no one tells Eren what to do. 

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A couple days go by with no word from Eren. You haven't seen him around campus and haven't had the shared class with him, yet. You have a feeling today that will change as you enter the hallway leading to the lecture room and are bombarded with gossiping girls. Without even hearing their conversation, you just know that they are talking about Eren. With the way they are giggling and slightly pushing each other's shoulders in between said giggles. It seems you were right as you walk past them and catch wind of their conversation.

"Oh my god, I knew you were up to something when you disappeared! I wouldn't have guessed you all up on Eren Jaeger!" One squealed to her friend, linking her arm with the others.

"Please, it was more like he was all up in me, gosh, his reputation does not do justice, the man is a sex god! I swear he's the best dick I've ever had," you cringe at the information you really could've gone your whole life without knowing.

You quickly turn the corner to escape the squealing girls and push open the heavy lecture room door. 

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However, an important part of the conversation was missed by you as the following words would've been of great relevance. 

"Yeah, but when he came I'm pretty sure he moaned another girl's name," the girl folded her arms over her chest and pouted at the embarrassing memory. Her friends gasped and leaned in closer, angry and interested to know who could be occupying the great Eren Jaeger's mind.

"Whose name?" 

"I'm not completely sure, but it sounded like Y/N? I don't even know who that is!" 

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As if spoken into existence, Eren sits leaning back in his chair, mindlessly scrolling on his phone. You take your usual seat next to your friend and prepare for the class. Of course, with Eren around it is not a simple task. The burn of someone staring at you is making your skin itch but you try to ignore him. The professor walks in and the lecture commences. Usually, you would be focused and attentive throughout the entirety of the lesson, but a nagging voice in the back of your head keeps informing you that there are a pair of cold, piercing eyes staring at you. You give in to the voice and to no surprise you make contact with the aforementioned eyes. Eren smiles and lazily waves at you, you give a tight smile back, but from the fire in your eyes he knows it is far from friendly. Another hour passes before the professor finally comes to a conclusion, encouraging everyone to do the project and to remember to stay hydrated. Quickly, you pack up your things and rush out the door amongst a sea of students, hoping to slip out before Eren can stop you. 

It seems to be futile as Eren's musky scent clouds you as his hand lightly grabs your shoulder to turn your body towards him.  

"Hey, Princess. How about we work on the project today?" His question genuinely shocks you. Eren, the Eren, wants to work on the project. However, you know that there is something behind this as you don't miss the mischievous glint in Eren's eyes. 

"Sure, we can go to a cafe nearby or -"

"I was thinking how 'bout we do it at your place? You know, I can't focus in a loud environment, it's distracting." There it is. You just knew there would be a catch, an ulterior motive to Eren suggesting you both work on the project. (A.N please remember to not invite strangers into your home! Stay safe people!)

You scoff at his suggestion, the damn nerve of this guy, just inviting himself to your apartment. 

However, the irritation subsides and now you see that there is a hidden opportunity in this. A chance to finally knock him down a peg - with some pegging - and put him in his place. 

"You know what, sure. When are you free?" Eren's eyebrows raise in surprise, he is probably surprised that you compiled so easily and didn't put up a fight. But he is not about to let this opportunity slide.

"I'm free now, princess," his smirk is teasing. You smile, a real one this time, as you think that soon he won't be so smug. 

"What a coincidence, so am I."

"Well then, shall we get going?" Eren gestures his hand in front of you to encourage you to lead the way. 

"Follow me, pretty boy," the instant the pet name leaves your lips Eren is stunned. No one, no one, has called him pretty. Handsome, hot, sexy, even attractive are more common adjectives used to describe him. The pet name makes him blush and his smug smirk falters before he picks himself up and chuckles, pretending to rub something off his face to hide his red cheeks.

Luckily, the walk from the campus to your apartment is very short. The air between you both is quiet, however, it is thick with impending tension. You walk a step ahead of Eren, a smirk on your face as you plan out all the things you're going to do to him.

As you enter your apartment, Eren can feel the air shift. It makes him slightly on edge as he can't quite place what this building feeling is. You pay no mind, simply just venturing into your apartment and welcoming your cats as they curl around your ankles in greeting. 

"Hello babies," you coo and drop down to pat them. Eren watches in amusement, the tension he was feeling melting away as he reminds himself of his plan. His plan to finally make you submit to him, to make your bratty ass beg and scream under him. You approach Eren with a ball of fluff in your arms. The grey cat in your arms growls and hisses at Eren.

"Awe, he doesn't like you," you chuckle and let your cat run and hide from this scary looking stranger. 

"Pfft, this is why I don't like cats," he grumbles, lowkey offended by the cat's reaction to him.

"Hey, no cat slander here," you scowl at Eren, hands on your hips.

"You are just so cute," Eren muses, finger booping your nose. The action reminds you of your plan. 

"Well, should we get to work then?" The lack of reaction from you has Eren confused but he doesn't mind it. Instead he just follows you as you walk through the open living space and into a room - that turns out to be your bedroom.

Eren takes a moment to take in his surroundings, standing at the entrance of your bedroom and slowly looking around. He notices the sweet scent that fills the room, it smells of you. Sweet vanilla and your perfume. It makes his mind foggy, being completely surrounded by you. He is pulled out of his trance when he hears the bed make a quiet creek as you sit down in the middle, patting the space beside you. The image - you on your bed, beckoning him to join you - has Eren smirking. The bed dips under the weight of Eren's body. He's sitting so close you can feel the warmth radiating off of his body. 

"Is this where the magic happens?" He pats the soft bed under his palms, eyebrow quirk  in a teasing manner. 

"If by magic you mean school work, then yes," you reach over and retrieve your laptop from the bedside table. Eren huffs in both defeat and amusement at your comment. 

"Huh, you're no fun, princess," the bed quietly groans as Eren lays back on it. This change in position is almost too much for you. Seeing Eren laying flat on his back with his hands behind his head, eyes bright with mischief and desire. You could almost straddle him and get to work right now. But no. If you want to teach Eren a lesson, you have to be patient and wait for the right moment. 

"Stop calling me princess. And sit up, how are you gonna do work while you're laying down?" You gently slap his thigh to encourage him and the slight sting makes Eren jolt up. His face is burning bright red as he stares at you with a look of utter shock. The reaction only causes the burning inside of you to double. 

"That got you up, here read through this and tell me what you think," you try to act nonchalant as you pass Eren a small stack of highlighted and annotated notes relating to the assignment. With a shaky and uncertain hand, Eren retrieves the notes. He clears his throat in an attempt to regain some self control and composition. But as he's staring blankly at the notes - none of the information processing - all he can think about is the way your eyes darkened as you slapped him. The way the pain felt almost like pleasure and how he could tell you were only giving a glimpse of your strength; of what you could do. His eyes constantly flicker to you as you type away at your laptop, highlighting and annotating research. 

“What?” you say without even a glance at Eren. That causes Eren to straighten up and put his confident act back on. 

“I’m just getting bored here, princess. I mean, there are way more fun things we could be doing right now.” Eren drops the stack of notes beside him and shuffles so he’s closer to you. 

Let the plan commence. 

“Oh really? Like what, hmm?” you slide your laptop away from you and Eren is almost surprised at the fact you seem to be playing along with his finactics. Nevertheless, this only fuels his ego and so he places a light touch on your hand that slowly makes its way up your arm, stalling on your neck before finally cupping your cheek. You almost want to laugh but try to look at Eren with doe eyes. You want him to believe that he has the upper hand here, the control. Provide him with a false sense of security before turning the tables and teaching him his lesson. Eren smirks as he sees the innocent and compliant look in your eyes. 

There we go, I knew you were just a bratty sub, he thinks to himself. 

“Let me show you a fun time, princess, yeah?” Eren starts to rise, pushing you down on the bed until you are flat on your back and he’s hovering over you. 

“How?” you ensure to bat your eyelashes as you feign an innocent and naive look. 

“Like this,” Eren leans down and kisses you. You are surprised at how softly he does it, but then as you start to kiss back he hums in approval and deepens the kiss. His hand slides from your cheek to your neck where he places light pressure there. His tongue slides across your bottom lip before slipping inside your mouth. His mouth tastes of vanilla and it is honestly a little disarming just how good it feels. Now you understand the hype around this playboy. He knows what he’s doing. You pull away from him to catch your breath, as well as slide further up the bed until you're near your headboard. You beckon him to you and he complies with a smirk on his face. He slots himself between your thighs and slides his hand up your waist. Now that you can feel his confidence growing you start to push back a little. Eren moans into your mouth as you bite down on his bottom lip before running your tongue along it. You suck his tongue into your mouth while grinding your hips up into his. Eren shivers at the pleasure. You pull away from Eren’s lips and look at him with a dark look of lust that makes Eren’s breath hitch. That innocent and submissive look is long gone and now Eren begins to understand what is happening. However, he is too late as you flip him onto his back. Eren is disoriented by the sudden change of your demeanour and his position. His wrists are pinned down on the bed by your hands. 

You look down at Eren with a dominant and confident look that only makes his cock harder. You chuckle a little at the look of disbelief and surprise on his face. 

“Now, let me teach you a little lesson, princess,” you whisper into his ear before kissing down his neck. 

Oh shit, Eren thinks to himself as he feels his grip on dominance slip away with every kiss you place on his skin. 

This is only the beginning of what you have planned. 

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Please bare with me as I now try to write a very steamy and passionate smut scene that perfectly encapsulates how badly I want to fuck Eren up.

I hope you enjoyed it and please, have a good day/night <3

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Finally, here is part two! ( ͡◡ ᴗ ͡◡)@hobilluvvr

A (NOT SO) CLICHÉ STORY: THE PLAYER AND THE NERD

Hello! This fanfiction will most likely be split into two - three parts, so if you would like to skip to the smut then feel free to do so (once it is posted) or endure the cringey dialogue and infuriating behaviour of none other than Eren Jaeger.

WARNINGS - college!au, player!Eren, slow burn, studious!reader, kinda enemies to lovers (more reader finds Eren annoying), eventual smut.

SUMMARY (overall story) - Eren, campus player, tries to use his innate charm and poor flirting abilities to get you, studious and reserved, into bed. AKA, Eren tries to fuck reader, but instead gets fucked by reader.

CHAPTER SUMMARY - Eren notices you as you rush into class. Your studious and nonchalant nature intrigues him, he decides you will be his next conquest.

WORD COUNT - 2.8k

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PART ONE - AVOID EREN JAEGER (IT'S NOT AS EASY AS IT SOUNDS!)

The campus looks like an embodiment of an aesthetic autumn pinterest board as the second semester begins. The modern campus building looks rather out of place,however. It seems like it should belong in a sci-fi film, rather than complying to the overall dark academia tone the campus holds. Where the large, mostly glass building stands should be an old gothic styled structure looming over the walking grounds. However, you realise you don't exactly have the luxury to stand around and contemplate the lack of architectural accuracy as you are close to being late to your class.

 Upon entering the mostly full lecture room, you rush to find an unoccupied seat. The familiar face you find yourself next to smiles warmly, to which you return. 

One row and four seats to your left sits a half asleep Eren, with his chin resting in the palm of his hand. He spies you rushing through the door, along with three other students that are equally as late but not nearly as anxious about it as you appear. 

As soon as you are seated your laptop is pulled out, along with your notebook for extra notetaking. As soon as the lecture begins you are taking thorough notes, fingers typing away furiously at the keyboard. Alternatively, Eren sits with absolutely nothing but a smirk on his face as he watches. The quiet, ‘nerdy’ ones are always his favourite. They’re the easiest ones to charm - shy, probably insecure, girls like you can’t resist the charm and attention Eren provides. He decides you will be his next project. 

About halfway through the lecture - a presentation about a subject that does not correlate with the Mike Wazowski picture staring at you through the screen - the unnerving feeling of someone watching you becomes overwhelming. You could feel it the whole time, but now curiosity - and irritation - take over as you chance a glance over your left shoulder. Eren's intense eyes pierce straight into yours without hesitation or uncertainty, like he was waiting for you to look, to notice him. Although your face doesn't show it, you feel a sense of annoyance and regret wash over you. You know what this means. The watchful eyes, the look in those watchful eyes. How could you not know what it means, you've heard about it multiple times - in searing detail - from some of your closest friends that have fallen victim to the aforementioned eyes. This is the last thing you need, or want, right now. You now make a mental note to ensure you avoid Eren Jaeger at all costs. But once you see the slight smirk pull at his lips you know he won't let that happen. 

After class you hastily shove your laptop into its bag and try to collect your notebook before Eren could make any advances. It appears your stationary is plotting against you as your pen rolls off the edge of the table and onto the thinly carpeted floor. Before you can retrieve it, slender fingers wrap around it. 

"You dropped this," his voice is smooth like honey, you briefly wonder how many times he's practised perfecting this tone. 

"Thanks," without sparing a glance you take the pen from Eren's hand and throw it into your tote bag before flinging it over your shoulder. Eren steps in front of you before you can make a run for it. 

"I'm Eren, by the way. I just transferred into this class," you're not sure if it's you projecting, but he sounds very condescending right now. You know that he knows, that you know who he is. Everyone in this damn campus knows who Eren Jaeger is. 

You nod in response and try to step around him, to no success. 

"I didn't catch your name," he uses his height as an advantage as he leans forward, essentially trapping you between him and the table behind you. 

Giving him your name would mean signing away any chance of living a peaceful college life, however, it seems to be the only viable option. 

"Y/N." Still you don't look him in the eyes.

"Sorry, I didn't quite hear that," you know he's lying, with the teasing tone he says it.

"Y/N. My name is Y/N." Now you look him in the eyes. Eren smirks as he sees the confidence and conviction in your body language. 

Now he's convinced you're just a goody-good with a bratty streak. That's fine, he's dealt with girls like you before. A couple lingering looks and soft brushes of his fingers through your hair should break down that facade. 

"Nice to meet you, Y/N. I hope we can get to know each other," he even takes it a step further and bites his lip. You inwardly cringe, but stay nonchalant on the outside. 

One nod and fake smile later, and you've managed to step past Eren. You replay the encounter in your head and frown. This is definitely not what you wanted to happen on the first day of the second semester. 

As you reach the far end of the campus - five metres from the main streets of the city- you look back at the out of place campus building. You chuckle in amusement at the irony. Just moments before you were criticising the modern building for not fitting in, but now you have your own out of place problem. Eren Jaeger does not fit into your life. 

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The next day you, fortunately, do not have class and so you are able to have a day to devise a plan to avoid Eren. Not much time is spared to that thought,however, as you have work. You're in the middle of serving a lovely edlerly couple two flat whites and a singular piece of lemon cheesecake - to share for their fifty-second wedding anniversary as shared by the eccentric old lady - when the bell rings to alert you of entering customers. 

"Y/N! Hey."

After placing the tray down on the table and warmly telling the couple to enjoy their meal and anniversary, you look up to attend to the voice that greeted you. Big brown eyes and a matching brown ponytail accompanies a bright smile that belonged to none other than your friend, Sasha. Her arms outstretched and pulled you into a death-grip hug. She always was a strong hugger. 

"Hey Sasha, it's been a little while since I last saw you," you try to remember the last time you saw her. It must have been nearly about two weeks ago at a mutual friends party.

"Tell me about it, how have you been?" 

Before you could answer you notice another familiar face behind her. Your friend, Armin. As you smile and step aside to greet him, another figure steps out from behind him. 

Oh you've got to be kidding me, you think before you turn round and march back to the counter. 

Eren stands smugly smiling beside a confused Sasha, and equally confused Armin. 

"Hey, fancy seeing you here, huh," his tone is cocky and teasing as he rests his palms on the counter; tall frame leaning forward. 

"What can I get you?" Your tone is flat, face void of emotion.

Eren chuckles in amusement at your nonchalant demeanour. 

"Have you two met before?" Sasha appears beside Eren, Armin following shortly after. 

"No."

"Yes."

The tension is sickeningly thick as your two friends share a confused look. 

"What can I get you guys?" 

"Oh, Armin and I will just have our usual, thanks," Armin nods in confirmation.

"Eren?" Armin gestures toward Eren - who has not stopped eyeing you.

"Well, this is my first time here so I'm not too sure," he leans closer as he pretends to be extra interested in the menu behind you. 

"How about you guys find a table, I'll probably take a while to read through the menu." 

Dread punches you right in the fucking face. 

Sasha and Armin nod before finding a vacant table in the far corner, oblivious to your pleading eyes - you're silently screaming at them for leaving you alone with this absolute chad.

"I'll prepare their order, while you read through the menu," you quickly turn around to make the coffee before Eren can protest.

Through the ambient sounds of the desert store, you can hear Eren's amused chuckle. The familiar burning of someone's eyes watching your every move is overwhelming. 

"Have you decided yet?" You turn around to face Eren, whose eyes are dangerously low. The realisation of where he was looking, assumingly this whole time, causes an embarrassed blush to rise on your face - much to your dismay but to Eren's amusement. 

"The cakes here look delicious," the innuendo makes you want to implode but you try to appear unfazed, calm. 

"Yeah, they're made in the store," professional. That is the mindset you must remain in.

"I'm sure they are," he gives you a suggestive smile, leaning closer. 

"Would you like me to recommend some favourites?" 

Eren now hunches down, eyes level with yours, and folds his arms on the counter. 

"Sure."

"I'd recommend the matcha tea cake. It's the perfect balance of sweet and slightly bitter," you recite the statement with false enthusiasm, a ritual you often have to perform with customers. 

"Mmh, just how I like them."(a/n omg this dialogue is so cringey, but I'm trying to portray Eren as a cringe playboy please bear with me :') )

You nod in response wishing he would hurry up and order so he can leave. Unfortunately there is no line of awaiting customers behind him. 

"Okay, one slice of that and I'll tell you what, surprise me with the drink, yeah?" 

You're sure a cup of water and spit would be surprising, but so would you being unemployed.

"Coming right up," you give a sickeningly sweet (fake) smile. The bell rings again and another customer comes inside.

"Morning, Y/N," it's a regular, your saviour. 

With that, Eren stalks back to the corner where Sasha and Armin are sitting, immersed in a conversation about why potatoes are the foundation of civilization (Sasha's point, not Armin's). 

It seems Eren is inable to pull out a chair quietly as his harsh actions causes a loud screech to ring throughout the store, piercing through the ambience. Armin and Sasha conclude their current conversation (argument) and both turn to Eren. Eren leans back in his seat, legs spread and his hands in his hoodie pockets. 

"So, how do you know Y/N?" Sasha leans forward, elbows resting on the table in curiosity. 

"Yeah, I mean we've never introduced you two before and from what I know you've never had a class together," Armin's own curiosity shining through. 

Eren scoffs at his friend's interrogation. 

"Why is it so weird I know her?"

"Uh, because you're definitely not the type of person she would befriend," that makes Eren frown. What does Sasha mean by that?

Armin notices the offended look on Eren's face.

"Uh, I think she just means Y/N isn't a very sociable person so without being prompted it's unlikely she would try befriend you," his attempt to diffuse the situation seemed to work as Eren visibly relaxed and slouched further into the seat. 

"We're in the same class, 's all," Eren pulls out his phone, which has been buzzing non stop since this morning from texts sent by the long list of girls he slept with last week. He doesn't even remember half of these people but responds half-heartedly nevertheless. 

If -a big if, Eren thinks - this pursuit of you doesn't go as planned then he knows he has a long line waiting, begging to get into bed with him. But as Eren catches your eyes - that immediately diverge away - he decides there's no way he's going to give up until he has you screaming underneath him. 

You approach the table with a tray of three drinks and three cakes, all different from one another. You place Armin's and Sasha's in front of them, then Eren's last. 

"Aaahh, look at you, you're beautiful!" Sasha cooes at the cake in front of her. 

"Thank you, Y/N. " Armin keeps it polite as usual. 

"Enjoy," you hold the now empty tray against you and walk back to the counter as another customer enters.

Eren inspects the vibrant green cake in front of him, appreciating the layers divided by a layer of light green icing. He brings his fork up to the cake, and gently pushes it down, cutting through each layer. Eren brings the piece up to his mouth, his taste buds exploding in flavour. Just as you described, sweet and bitter. He lets out a satisfied hum, which sounds dangerously close to a moan. 

Once the trio finish their drinks and cakes - which were consumed in mere minutes - you return to retrieve the empty plates and cups. 

“Let me help you with that.” Eren takes the plates from you as you seemingly struggle with balancing everything. You don’t even have time to protest as he smiles down at you and gestures for you to walk. With a stubborn huff you stalk back to the counter, to the kitchen area and place the cups in your hands in the sink.

“Thank you,” you nod towards Eren and retrieve the pile of plates from him.

“No problem,” Eren places his now empty hands on the counter and leans forward, resuming the same position he did when he first came in. 

Upon your return from behind the counter, you are not so surprised to see that Eren was still there. 

“Have any plans tomorrow?” His voice is smooth as he talks with a slight smile.

“I have class. The same class as you.”

“Oh shit, you’re right,” he lets out a dismissive chuckle, you internally frown at his inability to remember his timetable.

“How about after that? Are you free?” 

“I have work.”

“Well, that’s just too bad,” he shakes his head, but keeps the smile on his stupidly attractive face. 

“I guess so,” your voice lacks playfulness, remaining rather unbothered. 

“Eren, we’re going now,” Sasha appears next to him.

Eren’s eyes remain on yours, seemingly searching for something that you’re unsure of. 

“I guess I’ll see you tomorrow, Y/N,” he stands up straight now, hands retreating to the depths of his pockets.

“I guess you will.”

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This morning you find yourself walking into class early, much to your delight. You sit down in the same spot you did last time, except the seat next to you is now vacant. As you are in the middle of pulling out your laptop and notebook, you noticed a tall figure occupying the space next to you.

“Not late this morning?” You recognise the teasing tone.

You don’t respond, instead just shake your head no, without even sparing a glance at Eren. He just chuckles and takes the seat behind you. 

Soon the professor walks into the room, his  booming voice soaring over the rows of students, announcing that the class will begin.

“We are going to begin a new project today,” this is met with quiet groans and face palms by a few students around you.

“This project requires you to work in pairs, that I will randomly assign, and-”

The rest of his sentence is going through one ear and out the other as your mind races. Knowing your luck, you will be paired with Eren. 

“I will now assign the pairs.”

You listen in anticipation as the professor lists names that will be paired together. You watch students look at each other and smile, some looking around awkwardly as they don’t recognise the person they are paired with. 

“Y/N L/N and-” please no, please no, “ Eren Jaeger.”

You almost scream out of despair. 

As the professor continues to list names, you feel the burning eyes staring into you from behind. Once the professor concludes the lesson, encouraging everyone to have a nice day and to make headway on the project, there is a symphony of chairs pulling against carpet and bags being zipped. 

“Well, isn’t this a coincidence, or maybe fate?” Eren stands in front of you, bag slung over one shoulder, hands in his pockets as he stares down at you. 

You stare unamused at Eren. 

“Your place or mine?” The question causes you to audibly gasp which elects a satisfied chuckle from Eren. 

“For the project? Don’t get ahead of yourself, princess,” the pet name makes you inwardly gag.

“I have work tomorrow, I finish at 3. Why don’t we meet then?” A flash of disappointment crosses Eren’s face, but is quickly replaced by his signature smirk. 

“Sure thing. See you tomorrow, princess.” 

You remain in your place as you watch Eren’s figure disappear out of the door. 

It seems your agenda to avoid Eren Jaeger just got harder.

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Apologies for the slow burn, but trust me, there will be smut! Anyway, I hope you have a lovely day/night (っ ͡ᵔ ㅅ ͡ᵔ)っ🎔

I also realised this is my first non Hyunjin fanfiction on here hehe. I do have many anime character fanfictions in my drafts so if you're an anime fan look forward to those! ♡

Crazy for You (drabble)

CW: established relationship, smut with no plot, femdom, pegging, degradation, handjob, penetrative sex, humiliation/emasculation, impact play, dacryphilia

Length: 1.4K

A/N: hey you asked for it 😏

“You’re moaning like a little bitch,” you giggle, thrusting your hips forward, “We should do this more often, Rennie.”

He swallows another moan that threatens to slip past his throat. “S-Shut the f-fuck, fuck up, fuck.” He squeezes his eyes shut, if only to prevent him from seeing anymore of his reflection in the mirror.

Eren feels nothing short of emasculated in a position like this, on his elbows and knees in front of your bedroom mirror. This wasn’t at all what he meant when he asked you earlier, “Wanna have sex in front of the mirror? It’d be hot.” No, he imagined maybe you on his lap, him fingering you nice and slow. Or maybe you cockwarming him as he’d rub circles on that cute sensitive clit of yours. Maybe even tease your nipples a little, and end it the opposite of what was happening right now: you’d be on your hands and knees and he’d be the one plowing into your tight little cunt.

He opens one eye to peak at the mirror as you pull your hips back. He sees himself: flushed, his once sunkissed-skin now red with a mixture of exertion and embarrassment. His hair that was once in a bun hangs onto that hair tie by a thread, locks of hair falling over his face and pooling around his neck, sticking with his sweat. He’s wearing nothing save for the red splotches painted across his skin: a mixture of hickies and the evidence of your palms slapping against his skin. He can see the way his lips are swollen with your bites and kisses. His eyes are hazy, pupils blown with lust, irises that were once green now swallowed by black. He looks just as fucked as he feels. On instinct he feels embarrassed, but his feelings of shame are further and further diluted by bliss with every stroke of your cock into his tight walls.

And you–when his eyes tilt up towards you, he feels a thousand things at once. Part of him is almost mad that he’s so whipped he lets you fuck him like this. He sees your shit-eating grin in the mirror as your hands dig into his sides and your pelvis smacks against his ass. He can see your lips moving and hear the teasing in your voice with every degrading thing you tell him (“Taking my cock so well.” “Moaning like a slut, baby.” “Sounds so pretty for me, princess.”) God, it's as if you’re mocking him by copying the things he says to you when he’s on the giving end. Fuck, he wants to be mad.

But seeing the way you’re slamming into him like this? Something in him, even more so than the part that’s a little mad, he’s so fucking turned on his cock’s throbbing as it bounces against his navel with each thrust. You, his lovely girlfriend that to all others appear so sweet you wouldn’t hurt a fly, you’re fucking ruining him. You’re making him moan and cry so fucking loud he’s sure the neighbors think he’s being murdered. You’re making him so desperate for friction that he starts rocking back into your plastic cock, even when your own hips stop moving.

Even when you giggle, slap his ass, and say, “Desperate whore for my cock, aren’t you Ren?” He still groans desperately and pushes back against your pelvis once more. He doesn’t care, with the way your strap is brushing so good against his prostate, he doesn’t fucking care.

He’s babbling something under his breath, his head hanging low because he really can’t bare to watch the way he’s fucking himself on your strap. He’s practically sobbing, tears prick his waterline, but you’re not having it. If he wants to cum, he has to watch.

You reach down his back and pull on his hair, pull it enough so that he’s forced to look into the mirror. You slam your hips forward and a choked out cry leaves his lips.

“Look at you,” you coo as you pull back and slam forward again. He can barely keep his eyes open. His vision’s blurry with tears, and his jaws sticky with drool. “Such a good boy, hm? Fucking yourself on my cock, you like that don’t you?”

He can only utter a weak mhm.

You let go of his hair and his head falls weakly, his gaze back down to the floor. You slap his ass again, “Who said you could stop?”

“God, fuck,” he groans as he pushes back onto you again. His cock actually hurts and he almost has half a mind to touch it himself. “Baby, please–”

You already know what he wants, with the way his back’s arching and he’s desperately humping your strap. The sight makes your cunt burn with need.

“Wanna cum, ‘Ren?”

“Please,” he whines, “please let me, fuck–I need to cum, please.”

You reach around him and wrap your hand around the base of his cock. His whole body flinches on contact. “Fuck–oh, fuck,” He mutters as you bring your hand higher and higher. He’s not expecting just how fucking sensitive he would be when you graze over his slit, and he actually wails. It’s way too much, the way you’re still moving your hips up into him and simultaneously teasing his cock. “I can’t–I’m gonna cum–”

“Go ahead, cum,” you tell him as you bring your fist up and down his length. It barely takes any effort at all, a couple strokes while your pelvis is flush against his ass and he’s cumming into the palm of your hand. He watches your movements in the mirror, his whole body shuddering with his orgasm. As he attempts to stifle a sob (to no avail), his head hangs low and he coats the floor, your hand, and his thighs all in his thick cum. It’s so much that he’s cumming, rope after rope till he whines when he’s empty.

His eyes tilt up towards the mirror again as he heaves and you pull out. He’s an absolute mess, and he can barely even hold himself up. You tap his ass with your hand after you remove the strap and he blinks, as if brought back to the real world again.

“You okay Ren?” You ask him.

He nods weakly and shuffles around until he’s laying flat on the floor. He brings his forearm over his eyes, a lame attempt at covering his reddening face.

“Fuck you,” he finally sighs, though you know he doesn’t mean it. You laugh and a grin tugs at the corners of his lips.

“Is that an offer?” You ask, partly as a joke, but honestly your cunt is throbbing right now. He sees the way your eyes dart towards his half-hard cock resting against his stomach. You brush your hand over it, and it twitches in response, stiffening against your touch.

“Yeah, okay.”

You stroke his cock to hardness. With your cunt as soaked as it already is, you easily sink down on his length. You turn your head to the side, and you can see in the mirror the both of you: you, as you bounce on his lap, and him, still dazed but looking up at you with eyes full of affection. Even a lazy smile paints his lips as you start to release those pretty little moans you kept locked away the whole time you fucked him. But he can’t do much else than just watch, his ass too sore and his mind too faded. The only thing his mind can register is that you’re squeezing around him and it feels good. Soft little groans, nothing near as whiny and desperate as before, come from him with each bounce on his dick.

When you do finally cum around him, you moan his name and it comes as music to his ears. His hands come to your hips and he loosely holds you as you grind out the remainder of your orgasm, using him as you please. When you’re done, you don’t get off him, but only lay down until your chest is pressed to his. You both face the mirror and Eren brings his hand up to pat over your hair, hot and sweaty after all the effort you put into sex that night.

“God baby,” he looks at you in the mirror, “I love you so fucking much, but god you’re insane.”

"Only for you, Eren."

Eager and Unsure

Jayce Talis x f!Reader | 3.1K | 18+

Jayce has been hesitant to take things the whole way with you, and you learn very quickly how big the source of his apprehension is.

A/n: big thank you to @sweatandwoe for giving me this delicious idea

A record spun lazily, stretching out a smooth, sultry undercurrent as Jayce’s lips traced the curve of your neck. He’d lit about a dozen candles, and you could smell the expensive cologne he saved for special occasions lingering at his pulse points. This was happening.

His fingertips sunk into your hips, rocking you back and forth against his clothed, throbbing cock, a string of muttered curses tumbling from his lips.

He was holding back; with just the slightest ounce of strength he was almost manhandling you, your body like putty in his hands, light and supple. Jayce always touched you with a shaky desperation, enthusiasm and apprehension a dangerous cocktail you could drink for eternity and still be parched.

“Please, Jayce, I- oh,” you keened, back arching as his fingers slipped below the elastic of your panties, the damp fabric clinging to his knuckles as he pressed a circling touch to your clit.

“Fuck, babe,” his breath hitched and you felt him swell against your ass, “This all for me?”

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