Tell Me When Youre Ready.

tell me when you’re ready.

₊˚⊹ featuring: kaji ren x gn! reader

₊˚⊹ summary: kaji doesn’t like you to see him like this — his animalistic urges taking over him as he fights. but, when the time comes that you catch sight of him in that state, kaji thinks you’re better off without him.

₊˚⊹ word count: 0.9k

₊˚⊹ warnings: mentions of blood and violence! (nothing too explicit though), grammar errors (not proofread!)

₊˚⊹ author’s note: live laugh love kaji ren <333 this is my contribution to the windbreaker fandom 😝 i’m still trying to practice writing him so feedbacks r welcome !

this was a side of kaji that you had mostly heard about in stories of his past, passed from one bofurin member to another. his gray pupils dilated, ends of his platinum blonde hair tainted with crimson red from trickling blood on his forehead cuts, his furin high school jacket and headphones carefully discarded across the warehouse, and a multitude of unconscious bodies and pools of blood surrounding your boyfriend, as he breathed heavily from the fight.

kaji had long suppressed these animalistic urges to take over him, not wanting you to see him like this. he does everything within his capabilities, but the both of you stand motionless at your positions, staring at the unfolding scene.

kusumi and enomoto's rapid footsteps echoed towards you, snapping your head in their direction. they were breathless due to fighting and probably running, as they were trying to shield you from seeing kaji in this state.

you were afraid. you had never seen your boyfriend fight like this before, as you mostly detested violence and tried to avoid it as much as possible. but, you felt kaji's gray eyes bore into yours. his hands dropped to his sides, almost dreadfully, and opened his mouth to speak, "so, what do you think?"

you tilted your head in confusion, "huh?"

kaji continuously looked at you, eyes hovering over your entire body to check if you had accumulated some scratches or such, "you're afraid, aren't you?"

you didn’t answer him, because he was right. you avoided his gaze and looked down towards the floor, tainted with rough marks and splatters of blood. he scoffed at your silence, perceiving it as an answer to his question, "i expected as much. if you can't handle this, maybe we should stop this now. i don't want you to see me like this."

your eyes widened at his statement.

you hesitantly walked towards him, feeling your shoes step into blood, staining them. once you stood in front of kaji, you placed your hand on his tensed shoulder, which relaxed under your touch. you pulled out a handkerchief and began wiping his bloodied face. "i know that we both are aware that i have always hated violence like this,” you began, dabbing at some of the blood.

"then, you don't hafta do this," he tried to pry your hand away from his blood. kaji thought he’s dirty, too disgusting for someone like you to touch. but, you still continued wiping his battered face despite his resistance.

"but, i want you to know that i would never break up over something like this. there are secrets that you have yet to tell me, and perhaps this experience was one of those secrets. which is why, i would patiently wait for you to open up to me, kaji." you said, as you felt his gaze onto your eyes. he, then, felt guilty as he could see them turning red, alongside your wavering voice.

"so, please..." the moment you tried to speak, it came out as a desperate whisper. your tears started to cascade downwards your cheeks. "do not ask me to leave you." you pulled your hand away from his face, finishing up on cleaning him.

your tear-stained eyes locked with his widened gray ones. this was the feeling he hated the most — seeing you cry, seeing that he's nothing but a failure of a boyfriend once again. he wanted to hold your hands, interlace them with his calloused ones, but, he felt as if he would only sully your clean hands if he became selfish with his desires.

as kaji hesitated, he felt your hands move to cup his face. you closed the distance between your faces, and gently pecked him in the lips. the corners of your mouth turned upward as you gazed at your boyfriend's softened features. "you know that i love you, 'kay?" you said, smoothing out random strands of his bangs.

kaji, then, gave into his desires and pulled you into a tight hug. you squeaked at the suddenness of his tight arms wrapped around you. he hummed a quiet ‘sorry’ as he rested his head on your shoulder and delighted himself with your scent. you smiled, as you equally wrapped your hands around his neck and carefully tugged and played with his hair.

"ahem!" while enomoto did not want to interrupt the both of you, patrol hours were coming to an end. kusumi, on the other hand, seemed to grin as he kept taking photos of the scene unfolding in front of him — a rare moment of their usually stoic grade captain being soft.

you could hear kaji rumble in annoyance, as he clicked his tongue. you pressed your lips on the edge of his earlobe, "my apartment?" you offered, as you intended to properly clean his cuts.

he simply hummed in agreement to your offer, reluctantly breaking the hug. kaji preferred to spend his time with you, basking in your scent at your apartment. and like a protective and obedient kitten, he laced his hand with yours and took his headphones and jacket, following your footsteps.

you could hear kusumi and enomoto snickering and laughing, respectively, at their captain's tender gestures — making kaji growl at them. you chuckled at your boyfriend as you watch him bid farewell to his vice-captains.

"i didn’t get to say it earlier, but i love ya too. and, uh… thank you for loving me." he mumbled, feeling himself cringe with his words, since expressing himself was one of the things he struggled with. you giggled at him and squeezed his hand, as his face slightly flushed in a light shade of red.

oh, how much you love him.

Behind closed doors [Prince! Denmark x reader]

Wordcount: 7, 657 Synopsis: After the prince hurts his leg in a horse-riding accident, you’re tasked with serving him. You’re confused why such a prestigious job fell into your hands, a beginner, but you soon realize that being his servant is to also be a friend. Soon, your relationship transpires into something much deeper. When you run away, fearing the consequences, he stops at nothing to get you back. Content warning: Adult themes and Strong NSFW later in the story. Strictly R18+ Translations: skat = treasure/honey/sweetie min kære = my dear The reader is referred to as she/her.

Behind closed doors

[Prince! Denmark x reader]

Growing up, you’ve always been immune to the glory surrounding the royal family. A given, considering your family had always been part of it in some way—as the servants, of course. So, as stately, dignified, and powerful they were, you never made a fuss once you finally rose up to meet your fate. Being a part of the ranks as one of the maids. But there was one thing you never expected to do, ever.

“Wait, wait, wait a second. You’re telling me I have to do what?” You questioned, leaning into an older woman as your voice turned into a hushed whisper. She merely nodded, settling a calm hand on your shoulder. “But, I can’t! I’m young, inexperienced, and I still have a lot to live for! I’m not cut out for this.”

Seeing her lack of reaction only coaxed more panic to race through your eyes.

“That’s exactly why you’re cut out for this.”

She moved her other hand to your shoulder. Feeling her hold you so carefully was more therapeutic than anything. Paired with that gentle, albeit serious gaze, she shattered your resolve to refuse. “You’re more capable than you think, (F/N). This will only prove that. You have to trust yourself like I do you.”

“Maybe, but—” You wanted to believe her. But serving the prince himself? Directly? Shouldn’t that job be reserved for her, not you? Ida was the head maid and had decades of experience fluffing up pillows fit for a king. You were still a learner. “I still don’t understand why I was picked for this. Wouldn’t they want someone better?”

Ida merely laughed, “but you are the best.”

Leading you down the warm halls, which consisted of rich crimson walls and shimmering candelabrums, she continued with an arm around your shoulder. “Prince Mathias has been unwell ever since that horse-riding accident in the mountains.” You looked at her warily, unsure of what she was getting at. “Pretty self-explanatory.”

She stopped you in front of a pair of double doors. They spoke of grandeur, much like the rest of the castle. “He’s getting better, but physical health is nothing without mental health.” She smiled reassuringly, beckoning you forward with a pat on your lower back. “He needs a friend, you see.”

A door opened, revealing a middle-aged man with spectacles. He stepped out and nodded curtly. If you recalled correctly, he was the royal doctor.

“Ida. Here to see to Prince Mathias?” He began.

You tensed up. She patted your back again.

“No, but she is,” Ida replied, turning to you for one last look of encouragement. “He’s in good hands. Go on, skat. You’ll do wonderful.” With that said, she walked off with the man, leaving you by yourself in the empty doorway. How daunting. There, in the prince’s bedroom, was the famed royal himself, Mathias Densen.

Dressed in a loose white blouse and sleeping pants, he’d taken a seat on one of the spare chairs lying around. It was refreshing seeing him in such a casual fit, and daresay even calming. His left leg was wrapped up in bandages and seeing it was the invisible push you needed to walk inside. His condition was worse than you pictured.

“Your majesty,” You bowed, keeping your head down while you spoke. He collected his crutch and used it to stand up slowly. Then, he made his way over.

With your head hanging low, he could barely make out your face. But from the length of your dress, he immediately drew this conclusion—you were young. Most of the maids were middle-aged or elderly, and their skirts reached the floor.

Yours barely reached your knees.

“I’ll be your attending maid for the coming months. Anything you’ll need assistance with, will be my responsibility.” Mathias managed an eager smile. The atmosphere was thicker than he liked, but never mind that. He’d been pretty miserable holed up in his room lately, and seeing somebody new had his extroverted heart pounding in excitement.

You could hear the gentle thuds of his crutch as he got closer and closer. Your chest mimicked the thumps, having become both nervous and confused as to why he wasn’t saying anything. The tension in the air was finally lifted when you felt a few fingers on your chin, then lift your face. He touched you.

“Your majesty—?”

What he immediately saw was a pair of wide, innocent eyes, gawking at him like he’d just kicked a puppy. So, he released you with a gentle laugh.

“At ease, min kære. I’m not gonna eat you.” He leaned on one side, but still beamed down at you thanks to his towering height. “I know we’re supposed to keep things professional, but it gets a little... Disheartening, don’t you think?” There was a childish glint in the prince’s eyes while he spoke. As a result, his unassuming persona practically made him impossible to ignore.

“I guess so.” You responded, averting his gaze. Idle chatter was always frowned upon in the castle, especially between royals and their subjects. But like he inferred, you were young. Protocols and rules haven’t done a number on you yet.

“Ida did say you needed someone to talk to.”

Mathias nodded thoughtfully. “Well, tell her I said thanks. I thought I’d end up with an old guy or something. But looks like... You’re around my age.” You returned his gaze, taken aback by the remark, but even more so by the close proximity between your faces. The crown prince was a tenacious man.

“So, what’s your name?”

After serving him lunch, he insisted to go on a walk to get to know you better. The man was so keen, it was almost as if he never had those bandages around his leg. You relented, and so did his advisor, having grown too used to his whims. As dim-witted as this decision was, none of you were in the position to defy the will of the prince. And boy, was he a handful.

“They kept on telling me not to do it, going, oh, but Prince Mathias, you’ll hurt yourself if you ride out that recklessly in the snow! The weather is terrible and blah. But you know what I said?” The clopping of his crutch was constant background noise to this conversation, which slowly became one-sided. “I just went, if you really think I’m a prince, then you’ll let me do what I want! And, boom.”

There was not a single dash of regret in his words, and you had to say, you admired his stupidity.

“I... Wow. You must be a pain to look after.” You commented mindlessly in a laugh. He nodded fervently to agree, but you couldn’t share his enthusiasm. “... Fantastic.”

“Come on, it’ll be fun!” Mathias sighed, dragging out the ‘fun’.

“Yeah, maybe for you. But where’s the fun for me?”

“When you watch me do stuff, of course.”

You craned your head to the side, enthralled. His character was strangely refreshing, being the personification of a golden retriever. Confident, bubbly, and never unpleasant. It was only the first day, and you had a feeling Ida was right all along.

“Just how interesting could you be?”

He seemed to have taken that as a challenge.

A few days later, the prince and his advisor gathered for tea. You did the honors of preparing it, along with cutting them slices of a freshly baked apple cake. You expected to be trembling before the scrutiny of the advisor, Vic, Mathias called him, the mastermind behind major decisions in the kingdom.

But he had a way to calm your nerves.

While the older man droned on and on about the politics and economics of the state, he rubbed his chin and made an intensely focused face to mimic him. Then, he closed his eyes to make a posh, distinguished expression while lipsyncing, ‘the state of this kingdom cannot be overlooked, and it is of insurmountable importance that you, my dear prince, are involved.’

The accuracy and timing were so impeccable, you nearly spilled some tea biting back your snickers. He made the right hand gestures to match, too.

Seeing your cheeks flush from hysteria made him light up. It had been so long since someone looked at him this way, he couldn’t help gleaming at you for a moment of distraction. Eventually, the other person in the room noticed, smacking him on the back of the head with a folded newspaper. “Ah-”

“Stop ogling the maid and focus!” Vic scolded, much to his embarrassment.

You turned away and worked with the teapot.

While Mathias rubbed his nape sheepishly, he snuck an expectant glance at you. He wondered what was going through your mind, but he figured it was only good things seeing a smile tease at your lips. He smiled so wide, his cheeks began to hurt. Then, his chest warmed with exhilaration.

“Thanks for what you did back there, prince.” You whispered as he closed the door, leaving the advisor inside to monologue. He no longer needed a crutch, but he still got around with a slight limp. Taking your arm in his, he walked you down the quiet crimson halls. Everything felt so natural with him, you never found yourself questioning it. “I thought he’d be breathing down my neck, waiting for me to mess up.”

“Not when he’s too busy breathing down mine,” The blonde grinned, “I’m used to it, but you probably aren’t. I had to steal the show, didn’t I?”

The man was hardly serious, let alone fond of authority, ironically enough.

“And did you just call me prince? I don’t like that.”

“Then, what do you want me to call you?” You mused, never anticipating what he was about to do.

Stopping in front of the maids’ quarters, he took one of your hands into his. He touched you again, just like he did the first time he met you. Was this going to be a regular thing? It left you a little flustered, but not as much as the serious gaze he held on you. You’ve never seen such a sincere look on him, but strangely enough, it suit him.

“Mathias.” This was a side of him you didn’t know about, and you honestly weren’t sure what you were delving into. “But call me Mat when we’re alone.”

But it wouldn’t hurt to try, would it?

A month went by serving the prince, and you both grew inexplicably closer. Turns out, helping him with every little thing in the day meant spending an awful lot of time together—waking him up as his personal alarm clock, getting him dressed, serving him food, pouring his drinks, keeping his room from turning into a pigsty, ironing his clothes, the list just went on.

He even refused to go outside the castle without you, meaning you eventually had to tag along on business trips, hikes, and other aristocratic activities.

It eventually reached the point where he was never seen without you.

“He really likes that maid, doesn’t he?” Victor commented mindlessly, peering at you both. Out there in the palace gardens, you and Mathias were fooling around in the grass. He couldn’t stop gloating about how his leg was all healed up and gave you a piggyback-ride to prove it.

“Is he... Pretending to be a horse?” He narrowed his eyes in disapproval, and even more so when he heard neighing and purring. “... He is.”

“That boy has always been a handful.” Ida cackled warmly. “But I always liked handfuls.”

Mathias was chewing up grass, now. You gawked at him in sheer disbelief. “Mat, what’re you—spit it out, you idiot!” He refused, leaving you no choice but to get your hands dirty. Opening up his mouth, you did your damndest to remove all the strokes of green inside. “You’re disgusting! Did you forget we went to the stables today? We stepped in sh—”

“Shoot! I totally forgot!” He coughed, spluttering violently to get everything off his tongue. He resorted to blowing raspberries to get everything out. “Ppllt—why didn’t you tell me earlier?”

“How was I supposed to know you were gonna eat grass?” You exclaimed, standing up slowly and leaving him on the ground. Your chest was rising and falling heavily while you walked off. “You’re stupid.”

Mathias jumped up eagerly.

“Stupid is as stupid does.”

You shook your head and stifled back another smile. This man was impossible. But he was beginning to grow on you, as evident in how your cheeks flushed red in joy. He caught on immediately, and it drew him in like moths to a flame. It was irresistible seeing you like this, so he never hesitated to stumble forward and slump onto you. “So, where to next, boss?”

“The bathroom. If you swallow, you’ll die in seven days to some mysterious disease.”

“... I think I just did.”

As you both left, your jubilant laughter echoed off the walls. It was music to her ears, but he couldn’t share the sentiment—just how close had the prince grown to you? This could be the scandal of the century!

“So long as they’re nothing more than friends. It’s bad enough he’s talking to the help.” Ida glared at him for a hot second, then raised a hand like she was about to slap him. Victor shrunk into his neck immediately. It was a menacing sight to behold, one would’ve thought it was her who ran the house.

“I’m the help, you scum.” She lowered her hand, but her glower on him never faltered. “Don’t forget we started in the same place. And mind you, the prince actually likes me.”

“Have it your way. But things won’t always stay like this.” The man grumbled under his breath. A threatening kind of shrewdness glinted in his beady gray eyes when he added this.

“The prince will need to marry soon. I’m sure the future queen won’t tolerate such careless mingling between the ranks. And certainly not such blatant challenges to authority.”

Eight months passed, and the question as to whether touching you would be a regular thing was answered. He made it a habit to hold your hand whenever he could. It took a while for you to get used to, but it helped to think he was a generally touchy person. So, you were lenient. But perhaps, you’ve been too lenient. A meaningful friendship was beginning to transpire into something else.

His mischievous stares in the halls no longer had that childish light in them. Instead, they grew longing. Longing couldn’t be without sadness, so it never drove you away. In fact, it brought you closer. You would soon learn that was a mistake on your part.

High up in the mountains at his private residence, the harbor could be seen connecting the kingdom to the fjord beyond. It boasted bright aquamarine waters and was frequented by magnificent ships that came and went. After noticing your attention to him wasn’t impartial anymore, he glanced up to what you’d been fixated on.

“You like the view?”

“Definitely. I wonder if the rest of the world looks like that. Outside of this fjord.” You mused, lingering on the beautiful scenery for a moment longer. You and Mathias were out on the balcony, resting against the wooden banister. “I’ll have to use my imagination.”

“Or I could just take you there. I got my own ship, you know. But it needs a whole crew to get it going.”

A few moments of silence passed, and his gaze on you grew too hot for you to stomach.

“But I don’t like that. I’d rather go with just you,” Reaching up to your bare back, uncovered thanks to the dress you wore, he grazed his fingertips over it carefully. He watched you intently for you to react, and react you did—just not in the way he wanted.

“Mat, stop that.” You urged, giving him a look.

“Why?” Mathias’s brushes on your skin turned into gentle rubs. He dug into the nodules of your spine, and the pressure made you shiver. Watching you tremble under his touch made his chest ache with desire, and it showed in his growing blush.

“Just stop it. You’re making me uncomfortable.” Shaking him off, you pulled away and moved to the other side of the balcony. You didn’t like the way he stared at you. It was almost as if he was seeing you in that kind of light, and it scared you more than anything. If only your heart wasn’t pounding so hard.

“Is it because you don’t like me?”

He frowned at the thought, but that didn’t stop him from getting behind you. Attaching two hands to your waist, he pressed his face to yours, trapping you by the balcony. “I thought you did.”

“Mat, I’m serious. Let me go—” You pushed as hard as you could against him but to no avail. “What is your problem? Just because you’re a prince it means I can’t say no to you?”

He winced at the suggestion and let you go.

“No, it’s just that I thought—I thought maybe you liked me. Just like how I like you.” For someone so bashful, there was such a cutting conviction in his words. You reflected his embarrassment with a hot blush of your own. “... Unless you don’t...?”

His voice trailed off so sadly, hearing it forced you to reveal the truth you’d been trying to hide.

“I do like you.” You exasperated.

“Then, why?” Mathias’s brows furrowed so deeply together, creases formed between them.

“Why what?”

“Why won’t you let me touch you?”

You stormed off to establish distance with him. Knowing him, he’d follow you until he’d be all in your face. And that was exactly what he did, marching after you until he could tower himself over you. Letting out a frustrated sigh, you whipped your head to the side to avoid his watery eyes.

“I’m not a princess. Okay? You can’t run off and do this kind of stuff with the maid. It’ll ruin you.” It took every fiber of your being to stop yourself from crying as you choked this out—“It’ll ruin me. I’m sure Vic is planning to kick me out right now.”

“That’s not true!” He blurted, reaching out to hold your wrists. “I’m the prince! Vic has nothing on my word. And plus, it’s not like he has to find out.” Mathias sounded so earnest, you wanted to believe him. Give in to him. But you knew better than to indulge in a meaningless fling that had grave consequences. So you tore yourself away from him.

“No, Mat. I can’t do this with you,” Backing up closer to the front door, you shook your head as he simply walked over again. “Mathias, please.”

“Why are you so afraid?” He held your shoulders and pressed his forehead against yours. Already, having his body and hands on you was like taking a bat for a swing at your resolve. But you persisted, clamping a hand over his mouth before he could kiss you.

He frowned deeply and licked your palm, successfully getting you to pull away. “Mat—”

“Just tell me what you’re so afraid of. I’ll make it go away, I promise. I’ll protect you. You know I will.” Every word he uttered made your lips brush together. His sincerity became too hard to resist, so you forced yourself to stumble out an answer.

“I...” You shook your head with your eyes closed. Already, you subconsciously accepted you couldn’t get away without his mouth on yours. “I think you’re just confused, okay? You haven’t really had a friend for a while. You probably think you like me when you just... Need somebody to talk to.”

Mathias gritted his teeth for a look of betrayal.

“You’re talking to me like I’m just some kinda kid!” He whisper-shouted, flaring his nostrils some. He spoke so frantically, so passionately, it was hard to believe this was the same goofy idiot all these months. “You think I can’t tell the difference? I’m a man, you know. Whenever I’m alone with you, I get...”

He flickered his eyes over you intensely. They were so love-laden, you couldn’t handle it.

So you stared away.

But he wasn’t having any of it. If you weren’t going to look at him, he’d find another way to get your attention. Sealing your mouth with his, he moved his head fervently for a hot, wet kiss.

Your lips met again and again, meshing together perfectly until you couldn’t breathe. He didn’t let you part for air. He was the one who decided the breaks, and even then, your tongues would be sliding together in a selfishly brief gap. It left you gasping, and the oxygen you desperately needed only came through the warmth of his mouth.

He was forcing you to breathe him in.

“... Mathias...” You panted. Before you got another word in, he kissed you again, eliciting soft sounds of sucking and pecking. While he inundated you in the heated exchange, drowning you with the taste of his spit, he snuck a hand up your skirt. “H-Hey!”

“Let’s make love,” Panting out the words into your ear, your chest ached when you realized you were in the endgame. Mathias was so set on doing you, he was already sporting an impressive tent in his pants. Taking out his throbbing cock, he guided your hand to it, then squeezed your fingers around it.

“You perverted dog...” Hearing your airy, frustrated voice sent a hard twitch down his arousal. You felt it. Every jerk, every soft vein. You were about to have your first time with the prince, and the thought was more erotic than it should’ve been.

As much as you wanted to push him away, a part of you also wanted to let everything be. He always had a way of getting your heart racing and aching for him. His long, lustful stares, dazed answers, and absent gaze, it all became clear he’d been thinking of something else entirely whenever he talked to you.

This man was a sex fiend, and you set him off by accepting his invitation to visit this place. High up in the mountains, where nobody could find you two.

The tipping point was when you glared at him. Seeing it made him snap, and had him rearing for a hot fuck session. Hooking his fingers around your underwear, he pulled it down to your knees.

If you were going to be stubborn, he’d strip your layers like your clothes.

Your dress was on the ground next to a pile of his clothes. He pulled you onto his lap to touch you all over, and fondle you like his personal plaything. You were shy, he could tell. You hid your chest by pressing it up to his, but the feeling of your breasts against him riled him up further.

He’d get you to open up tonight.

Giving your waist a hard squeeze, he made you jolt backward in shock. That gave him the perfect opportunity to lean down and smother his face into your breasts. There, he lapped his hot tongue over your nipple before sucking on it.

Hearing your breathy moan made his cock twitch again. You felt it right against the folds of your womanhood, so you couldn’t help looking down. And he was huge. He was at full mast, and pressing every inch of his dick to you so comfortably like it was meant to be there. He was lengthy and girthy to boot, so you couldn’t imagine it going inside you.

Blood rushed up to your face as you uttered this—“You’re not putting that inside me.” You pushed him off you with a soft ‘pop’. He peered up at you expectantly. “That’s... That’s not gonna fit.”

“It will, don’t worry...” Mathias raised his head and dragged his tongue up your neck. “I just have to stretch you. Just trust me, it won’t hurt too bad...”

“And... It smells...!” You whispered, removing your arms from his neck to get off him. But you never succeeded in either of those things, as he merely dove on top of you to hold you down in a missionary position. The stench of his sweat and musk only grew stronger. “I’ll murder you for this later, Mat—”

“Don’t say that... I’ll make you feel good...”

What happened later came in a hot haze. All you knew were his warm, calloused hands touching and grabbing at every inch of your body, the taste of his mouth, and how deep his thick cock was inside you. While he closed his eyes from how hot and tight you were, yours were wide open in pain.

It hurt so bad, you had to scratch his back up for stretching you beyond what you could handle.

“You liar... It hurts...!” You dug your fingernails into his skin as hard as you could. But that wasn’t enough to get back at him, so you ended up biting his neck. He responded in the worst way possible—Mathias rolled his eyes back and moaned, feeling himself get bigger and harder inside you.

“Ah... Keep biting me, kæreste... Go ahead and make me bleed...” He breathed into your neck.

Unfortunately for you, he loved it when you got feisty. Your anger turned him on more than you would’ve liked. Soon, he found himself thrusting harder into the spot between your legs.

Spreading them with two hands, he rolled his hips furiously into them. The bed squeaked faster. But you could barely hear them with his moans in your ear. He penetrated you, again and again, and all you could do was scratch up his broad, muscular back.

“Fuck you, Mat... Fuck you....” Sex with him was borderline painful, but it hurt so good. It was frustrating to know he had you wanting him so easily, so you began pulling on his hair.

“You... Son of a bitch...”

He was so turned on, it hurt. The only remedy was to go even harder, so he did—letting out a low groan into your neck, he curved his dick deeper inside you than ever before. You were his medicine, and he wanted to take advantage of that to get the comfort you always gave him.

“Ah—” You threw your head back as a sharp pain shot through your abdomen. Mathias was always doing what he wanted, with or without your say. He may have been royalty, but here in the bedroom, he was meant to be your equal. 

But it never felt that way as he pinned you down with his weight and pounded you in, slapping his balls against you with every hard slam. 

He even found it in himself to hold your neck with both hands. To choke you gently as he slowly reached his zenith, then came deep inside you.

“Mat—” Your plea for him to pull out was cut short by his continuous thrusts. As he stuffed you with his hot, frothy load, you could only pant for air. You couldn’t even close your legs to stop it from happening, as he’d made himself comfortable between them. “Ah—you can’t...”

He was being so reckless, so selfish, and what went through his lust-stricken mind was this—if he did this, he could get you to stay. He was twisted with perversion, evident in how he panted like a dog as he rode out his orgasm, uncaring of the consequences.

His semen splattered out and pooled on the mattress. You were too lightheaded to see the mess he was making. With your mouth wide open, he’d loom his head over yours and spit generously into it. He never let you off without swallowing every last drop of it.

“Ew...” Forcing it down your throat with a gag, he smiled floatily when he heard you gulp.

The night was young, and he’d only just started.

He fucked you into the mattress for hours. Drowning himself in the moans that poured out of your mouth like a faucet, he showed a floaty smile as he overwhelmed you with pleasure. He’d shatter your mind until he was the only thing you could ever think about ever again. Breathing slowly as he slid himself in and out of your tight, wet, tunnel, he screwed you silly until your legs were shaking.

Mathias was a huge guy, and a freakishly strong one at that, so he had no trouble holding you in all sorts of positions to make love to you—from the back, against the wall, in front of the mirror, even on the balcony. No matter how he decided to enter you, some things remained constant. 

He held you up against the wall with one hand, while the other squeezed and fondled your breasts. Your skin was so soft and inviting under his calloused hand, he could never get enough of it. But the inside was a temptation he couldn’t resist.

“You’re sucking me in so well...” Mathias moaned, feeling your lips pepper him with kisses. Somewhere along the line, you gave in to him, driven by the carnal desire to make love with him. He couldn’t be happier. He wanted to make you feel good, and he’d start by thrusting upwards into you at a furious pace.

Catching you in a steamy gaze, he fanned his hot, labored breath over your mouth as he came inside your womb. You threw your head back in ecstasy as he kept rolling his hips, stimulating your clit from the inside, which was now sopping with cum.

He kept shooting jets of semen into your core, and by the time he stopped, you’d reached an intense orgasm. Pressing a hard kiss to your cheek, he carried you back to bed as the exhaustion began to catch up to him. When he collapsed, he never bothered to pull out—he fell asleep inside you.

He got what he wanted, having claimed you with his seed painted all over and inside your body. It was safe to say that you smelled more like him than he did himself.

Mathias couldn’t be more satisfied with these developments. He finally went all the way with you, and knew damn well what this meant. He had to protect you like your life was his own. Not that he needed that incentive in the first place.

Everything hit you the morning after.

You just made love with the prince, and if that wasn’t bad enough, it was all unprotected. Sitting up after the deepest sleep you’ve had in a while, you lingered your panicked gaze on him for a few moments before stumbling out of bed. Immediately, you felt something warm trail down your legs. He really pushed the envelope last night, and you were left to deal with the consequences.

After a quick bath, you got dressed in the fastest, most discrete way possible. The frantic shuffling and rustling of fabric filled the bedroom, followed by your footsteps against the wooden floorboards. With one last strained look at the lump under the covers, then the foot hanging off the frame, you left the cabin.

The first thing you did upon arriving back at the castle was finding Ida. She was the closest thing you had to a mother in this palace, and she did exactly what a mother would—she held you close and told you everything would be okay. Then, she brewed up a last-minute contraception for you to drink.

You were skeptical it would do anything, but it was worth a shot.

Once you downed the last of the hot liquid, bile rose in your throat for the beginnings of a long-needed cry. While you choked back sobs, she rubbed soothing circles in your back and watched you intently.

“You’ll be alright. Just do as I say, skat.” She spoke gently. Her voice was barely coherent under the sounds of your sniffling. “In two weeks, you’ll have to pack your things and go to the stables. Mathias has tea with the visiting princesses that afternoon, so—” Your brows came together for a face of pain. It was already hard to not cry, but hearing that was the tipping point. Your heart was completely shattered.

Launching yourself into her arms, she hugged you tight and closed her eyes.

“—my sweet angel. Come here.” Rocking you back and forth, she rubbed your hair comfortingly before continuing. “He loves you, I can tell. But this can’t go on. He’s the prince, and you’re the most valuable treasure this Earth has ever known. You have a life ahead of you, skat. Live it. He only has a tedious future ahead of him.”

While she spoke, you couldn’t bring yourself to tell her you wanted to be with him. Because no matter how tedious, boring, and serious his duties were, you just knew he had a way of making it exciting. And Mathias? He may as well be the person you held closest to your heart.

However, like Ida mentioned, it was a naïve fantasy ought to be stamped out. Surely, Mathias would come to his senses and agree.

“That afternoon at four, he’ll be too occupied to look for you. When that time comes, you go to the stables and ride out as fast as the wind can carry you.” The woman instructed, untying the purple ribbon that held up her graying brown hair. Tying that around your wrist, she pressed a chaste kiss to your forehead. “The horses will know you, so they won’t make a fuss. They’ll come back after dropping you off at my house.”

Quitting a job at the palace isn’t hard, skat. Her words replayed in your mind as you scurried to the horses outside. But getting away from the prince? Very. When he sets his eyes on something, he latches onto it and never lets go. Tightening the flaps of your cloak, you climbed onto the back of your absolute favorite—Destiny. A lively brown Jutland you’ve recently befriended.

She neighed and chuffed, then paced around to find the exit. With a mighty kick, she galloped off with you. Then, you rode off without looking back.

And he’s crazy about you. Can’t imagine why.

Mathias awakened an hour after you left the cabin. Immediately, he flipped the place upside down to look for you. Every minute that passed where he couldn’t find you, the tighter his chest became. Where had you gone? Had you returned to the palace already? A sick churning in his stomach began. If you did, why didn’t you tell him?

Fortunately, you were still around. Just not in the way you used to be. Ever since that night at his cabin, you’ve been ignoring him. And it made him miserable. You’ve gone from a friend to a stranger.

To the indifferent servant you were meant to be.

He tried everything he could to get you to talk to him, then open up to him again, but all you did was excuse yourself curtly before he could show you those watery eyes you couldn’t resist. Mathias even tried cornering you, but you weren’t above pushing him away, or kicking him where the sun didn’t shine.

Two weeks went by giving him the cold shoulder. But it never shook his resolve.

On the morning of his most dreaded day, he asked Ida where you were. You were too busy with your cleaning duties. He’d heard that one before.

It did beg the question, however, as to just how bad was the kitchen explosion that they needed the assistance of the prince’s maid? He didn’t have time to think about it. Today was the day he’d been dreading, and Victor couldn’t stop hounding him at lunch to bring his best manners.

But most importantly, to make a decision.

He already did, he just needed to scrape together the courage to announce it. Fortunately, the tedious intricacies of refined conversations about nothing in particular did its job as the pep talk he needed. He couldn’t marry any of these women, let alone like them at all. While he studied them, he found himself comparing each and every one of them to you.

They never came half as close to touching where you were.

After forcing a polite smile to see them off, he ambled into the kitchen for a well-deserved drink. While he sipped from his glass, he studied the speckless, polished tiles. Then, he wondered to himself where the explosion could’ve taken place, especially one that was so huge that it apparently engulfed the ceiling.

That was when his advisor sauntered in.

“Charming ladies, all of them. I’m sure the decision will be quite difficult. Any contenders?” Victor waggled his eyebrows for a suggestive grin. “Well, I personally really like the one from—”

“I guess I have a dark horse in the running.”

The other blinked. “Oh, you do?”

Mathias downed everything in his glass. Then, he caught the other in a serious stare. Whenever he wore such an unreadable face like this, something completely unexpected was bound to slip from the prince’s mouth. Victor just hoped he wouldn’t say Lady Ingrid.

“Was there a huge clean-up in the kitchen a few hours ago?”

“I beg your pardon?”

“I heard a huge explosion happened here. Did it get cleaned up already?” The Dane mused, setting his cup down so he could fold his arms together.

Already, he had a sneaking suspicion he’d been played like a fiddle. This assumption was proven to be correct as the older man shot him a look of confusion. “Whatever do you mean, an explosion? There will never be explosions in the castle so long as I’m around.” Victor scoffed amusingly.

Mathias’s nostrils flared. Ida lied to him. Adrenaline coursed through his veins as he scrambled off without another word. Hooking his hand on the door frame, he booked it out of the kitchen and sprinted down the crimson red halls. Victor chased after him for a few strained jogs—“and your dark horse, my prince? Who is it?” He called out breathlessly.

With a brief look over his shoulder, he shouted back.

“My maid!”

“Your what?”

Carrying with him nothing but a small velvet box, he flung himself onto the back of his horse. Smoke, a black stallion he had shipped all the way from the Middle East. The creature jumped up on its hind legs for a loud neigh—“C’mon, Smokey. Don’t let me down!” It trotted around the hay-strewn dirt before the prince whipped the reins. “Hya!”

Racing through the streets in nothing but a blur, he stopped everywhere to ask around for his missing person—a young girl on a palace horse.

His exhaustive efforts proved fruitless as hours went by. You were gone, and if he wasn’t fast enough, you could be gone forever. Just where could you be? There was only one place he hadn’t checked, but he highly doubted you were there. It couldn’t be that easy, could it? Either way, he wasn’t giving up.

Galloping into a familiar neighborhood, he was welcomed warmly by familiar faces to match. There on the side of the street, stood a middle-aged man with spectacles.

“Is that you, Mathias?” It was the royal doctor, and he’d just gone home after a long work day. The prince couldn’t explain it, but he couldn’t be happier seeing him out of all people. “My, if you ride out that recklessly, you’ll hurt yourself again!”

“Sorry, Noah. I’m in a hurry.” He panted, his horse trotting back a few steps.

“A hurry? Where are you going?”

“Wherever she is. I don’t know. I’m trying to find her.”

Noah raised his head thoughtfully. His eyes gleamed when it finally occurred to him.

“You’re looking for the maid.”

Mathias was more taken aback than anything. Since when did his doctor become that attuned to his emotional troubles? “How did you know?”

“Everything Ida knows, I know.” The other replied, tipping his hat. “Don’t worry. She’s not far. Although I have to say, she may not be happy to see you.”

He breathed out a nervous huff.

“We’ll see about that.”

Arriving into the front yard of a house, he hopped off his horse and rubbed its face. He approached the front door and knocked anxiously. He was light-headed from hunger, and the anxiety exacerbated that into nausea. But the only thing on his mind was seeing you again. Reaching for his back pocket, he pulled out the box again and waited.

The strong gallops outside immediately alerted you of your visitor. It was Mathias, no doubt.

What were you thinking, hiding at Ida’s like it wasn’t the first place he’d check? There was something in the air, for a while now, too, and it wasn’t common sense. It had been there ever since you’d grown close to the prince. It was like smoke that dulled your senses and blurred mirrors, burned from the impetuous fire of youth itself.

In your defense, it affected him more than it did you.

He knocked on the door a few times.

You didn’t answer.

He knocked again. While you responded with the silent treatment, he walked over to the window and knocked on that. “I know you’re in there, (F/N). Come out so we can talk.” Mathias called, falling quiet to listen out for an answer. “Noah said you’d be here.”

Bringing your knees into your chest, you sucked in a sharp breath before finally breaking your silence.

“Go away!”

As faint as your voice was, he heard you loud and clear. Didn’t mean he’d listen to you, though. With a deep frown, he made his way to the front door. While he studied the details of it, like how he could knock it off its hinges in one go, he said this—

“You should know by now how stubborn I am. I’m not doing that until I see you.”

Taking a few steps back, he barreled right into the door like an ox and knocked it down. “Gh—”

“Mat, what the hell! You’re paying for that!” You exclaimed, scrambling off the couch to examine the mess he’d made in the living room. When you pinned him as tenacious, you’d been too correct. He really had no idea to take no for an answer. He paid no mind to the earful you were giving him, and instead, bent down on one knee.

“You are honestly, the single-most stupidest man alive. I feel sorry for the future of this kingdom. You’ll run it down to the ground.” You rambled, giving your head a hard shake. While you spoke, you felt a familiar heat rush up to your face again.

How was it that every time you thought about him, he always managed to have this much emotional leverage over you? You hated that two weeks was all it took for you to miss him. And yet, you were talking about plans of getting away.

“But that’s fine because I’m getting out of here. I’ll move far far away where you won’t find me.”

Mathias held out the box and opened it, revealing a brilliant silver ring inside.

You’d been so distracted tearing him a new one, you never realized the scene that unfolded. When you finally processed what he was doing, the first few tears fell down to your chin. This man was impossible. “If you want an answer, it’s no. It’s always gonna be no. Okay? No.”

“Would you at least think about it?”

“I already did! No. What’s so hard to understand about a two-letter word?” No matter what you told him, his will was unshakeable. It showed in his serious, unreadable, expression, and if you’d known how dangerous a sign that was the first time you saw it, you would’ve learned to avoid him. Taking your hand, he slid on the ring without your permission.

Shocked by his audacity, you swatted at him, throwing the ring off as a result.

Letting out a gasp, you whipped your head to where you tossed it. But in your moment of distraction, he lifted you off your feet—“just come back to the castle with me, kæreste. I miss you.” Mathias pleaded, holding you high enough so that you needed to hold his face to stabilize yourself.

Hearing his sincerity, then feeling his hands on you was all it took to reduce your resolve to a crumpled heap on the floor.

“Why won’t you just think with your head for once?” Catching his fervent kisses, you’d lean down and let him occupy your mouth furiously—“Why can’t you just leave me alone?”

“You know I can’t.” He showed another floaty smile, but this one was more bittersweet than anything. “I’ll follow you forever if I have to.”

He swept you away, yet again.

You returned to the castle as his maid, continuing your precarious relationship with him. Victor was eventually fired and replaced by Noah’s brother. Ida couldn’t be happier with that decision. And the prince? He never brought up the ring again.

Instead, he’d watch you in the halls, behind the doors, holding it in his palm to wait for the right moment. It might’ve been a lot to ask for from a tenacious man like him, but for months, years, it was the one thing he was willing to be patient for.

someone else lights up the room

paring: eren jeager x reader

summary: it’s mid-september and eren’s falling in love for the first time in his whole life. too bad for mikasa, it isn’t with her, but with you.

genre: fluff, smut, slight angst (just in case)

notes: well pals! here she is!! my long, long awaited re-write for this series. a lot of this will seem familiar to those who read this part when i first posted this series, but there is some new stuff we haven’t read yet as well! after this part, almost everything we see will be new to all of us. i am very happy to get this out and to hear everyone’s thoughts on the re-write. reblogs and comments are much, much appreciated. please give me any and all feedback you may have. i know i put it off, and missed lots of deadlines i promised you guys, but i have put my whole heart into her. i am very excited to get this whole series out and completed to you guys, which will all be posted (hopefully) before the end of august.  title credits; nothing new; taylor swift ft. phoebe bridgers

warnings: MINORS DNI, angst, fluff, meet cute, eren is a hopeless romantic, eren is a gentleman, eren is a sweet boy, eren falls in love with reader basically at first sight and has been smitten with her ever since, reader recently got out of a toxic relationship and is still healing- but is also very smitten with eren, unrequited love (mikasa), mentions of creampie, jealousy, smut, oral (f receiving), fingering (f receiving)

word count: 8k

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Eren spots you from across the courtyard walking with your little blonde friend after his final class for the day. It makes him stop and completely tune out whatever Mikasa is trying to talk to him about regarding their upcoming applications for medical school that are due in a few weeks.

You’ve got on a little light blue floral dress that shows off your legs and collar bones beautifully, and paired with some strappy white sandals that show off the pretty polish on your toenails.

It makes him wonder if your skin is as soft as it looks from this distance. He bets it is, and he bets you smell really good, too.

Your friend says something that makes you laugh, the sound bringing a half grin on Eren’s own face as his heart stutters in his chest.

Mikasa looks up to see if he’s paying attention, quickly taking notice of the gleam in his eyes and half smile beginning to take up his face. It almost makes her smile before she realizes he isn’t even paying attention to her.

Her gaze follows the direction of his, quickly noticing you walking in their direction with your friend’s arm linked through yours.

She quickly frowns, being unfortunately reminded of the deep infatuation that Eren has with you that began during last spring’s semester. Honestly, the first time he talked about you, she thought you were an idiot, being the only junior in a freshman level chemistry class and barely passing. She often wondered if Eren tweaked your grades on the papers and exams he graded as Professor Hange’s TA, not that she would ever admit that to him.

Annie had been the one to inform him that you had a boyfriend, and had been with said boyfriend since high school, her knowing from not only going to high school with you and your friends but having been in the same friend group before she broke up with Bertholdt. Apparently her friendship wasn’t as valued to you guys as his was and she made her quick exit and found herself in their little friend group now, thanks to her and Armin’s relationship, if you could even call it that currently.

Discovering your relationship didn’t quell Eren’s interest a bit, and he asked Annie to tell him everything she knew about you, which was actually quite a bit despite not being very close to you.

Annie met you through your, now ex, boyfriend Porco Galliard. You were a cheerleader and top of your class at Marley Prep and you have stupid rich parents who fund your whole lifestyle and want you to be the happiest you can be.

In Mikasa’s mind, you just really aren’t the type of person she think Eren would be happy with. Sure, his family is well off, but your parents, from what she knows, are on a whole different level, and you seem shallow.

She ends up so lost in thought she doesn’t even hear Armin walk up and start a conversation with them, going off about some party that Annie said she was going to tonight and hinted that she’d like to see him there if he was available.

“Armin, not that I mind going with you, but I’m not sure why you need me to go with you?” Eren spoke with slight confusion.

Armin looks between Eren and Mikasa, “I’ll just feel better if the two of you are there with me,”

Eren’s gaze turns soft when he notices how tense Armin is, how nervous he actually is at the thought of joining Annie at this party. Mikasa speaks up before Eren can respond, “We have a really, really important lab tomorrow, but as long as we aren’t out too late we can come.”

It almost upsets Eren at how definitive her answer is, how she’s decided for them that they need to be home at a certain time, that he needs to be home at a certain time. He isn’t a child, and he’s getting tired of all the coddling he gets between Mikasa and his mother.

“Lab isn’t until 9 anyway, so we don’t have to be home that early anyway.”

Armin throws his arms around his two best friends, mumbling quick thank you’s and you guys are the best.

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Eren doesn’t exactly hate parties, but he didn’t particularly want to be here tonight. He’s under a lot of stress with his applications for early acceptance to his top medical school choices being due soon and his mom has been on his ass about coming to visit, which he typically doesn’t mind doing but before returning to campus for this last year at university, he and his dad got into a huge fight over where he’d be going to school and residencies and all the bullshit he didn’t want to deal with, especially since he still hasn’t told his dad that he doesn’t know if he plans on going to medical school.

But there isn’t a thing in the world he wouldn’t do for Armin, and if Armin needs him here for moral support, then he’s here.

Grabbing a cup and putting who knows what is in it, he turns around to make his way back to the living room to find his friends when he stumbles into another body. Reaching for your wrist, nearly dropping his cup in the process, he helps steady your body as his eyes widen slightly realizing just who it is he just ran into.

You’re slightly more intoxicated than you’d typically like to be, but after spending the afternoon watching your phone blow up with text after text from Porco before you finally had to buckle down and block him, again, over some of the hateful things he had sent you, all you wanted to do was drink and forget about the stupid break up, which paired perfectly with the fact that Hitch had wanted to come to this party and stalk Marlo.

Eren’s eyes trail up your figure, taking in all of you. Tonight you’re wearing dark wash jeans that compliment you in all the right places, light rips line the area of your thighs. The denim comes up and rests perfectly on your hips, while the light pink top you have on hugs your chest in a way that Eren knows if he looks for too long, his own jeans will start to get tight, with the amount of cleavage your showing on top of the way it clings to you.

Your own eyes look over him, taking in his pairing of dark wash jeans and a plain black shirt that clings to his muscles just right. He’s got nice hair too, you note to yourself, and it’s thrown into a sexy messy bun. You can’t help but wonder if it’s as soft as it looks.

The two of you make eye contact and it feels like his eyes are trying to find your soul with how deeply he’s looking at you.

Your staring is interrupted by Hitch, who stumbles in and grabs your free wrist with a giddy look in her eyes, “You won’t believe who just got here,” And just like that, you’re pulled away from him and into the crowd of people.

Hitch drags you over to your other two friends. Historia is sitting on Ymir’s lap as the latter is whispering, what you can only assume, dirty words in her ear. The way Historia is fidgeting in her girlfriend’s lap with her lip between her teeth makes you fairly sure that the two won’t be here for much longer.

You look at Hitch with a raised eyebrow and tilt your head back to the two of them in question. “Reiner is here.” Distaste fills your features at the mention of the blond brute as you hum before taking Historia’s cup from her and drinking the bitter, clean liquid.

“Vodka? Yuck.” Your face is scrunched up as you close your eyes and drink the remainder of the drink. You look back at Hitch, “No Pieck?”

Hitch frowns at the mention of the dark haired girl and shakes her head, not knowing why you would even bother to ask.

Pieck wasn’t initially your friend, she was his friend, but she quickly embedded herself into your friend group after you had started dating him. Hitch never really liked her, to be fair Hitch doesn’t really like anyone, in fact she always thought Pieck had tried a little too hard to be your friend, always looked at you a little too long. There had been multiple occasions where the shorter girl would lace her fingers with yours when she thought no one was paying attention, or Hitch would find her sending a heated glare in Proco’s direction when he would cling to you in front of her.

And it’s not like she’s even been around since the monumental breakup that occurred in June. Sending all of your calls to voicemail and neglecting the group chat before Ymir had enough and finally just kicked her out completely.

Needless to say, Hitch thought Pieck was fucking weird. But what she thought was weirder was that after you and Porco broke up, she completely ghosted not only the group- which Hitch could’ve excused- but you as well. Hitch couldn’t care less about Pieck not wanting to stay friends with her, but what bothered her was how hurt you were over it.

Sure, you have herself, Historia, and Ymir. Hitch has been your best friend since first grade and has never been anything less than your rock. Always there when you need her and never letting you down. And Historia joined the two of you, turning your duo into a trio in sixth grade when you and Hitch decided to join the cheer squad for middle school, and you met Historia at tryouts. The three of you made the squad and the rest was history.

When Ymir started dating Historia freshman year of college, she quickly learned how much you and Hitch meant to her, and in turn, as long as it was in her means, if you needed anything she was there.

But Pieck’s different, she’s no Historia, and she’s definitely no Hitch, but she’s Pieck and you hold a lot of love for her. And you were absolutely heartbroken that when you called her after the huge final blowout between you and Porco and she didn’t answer.

Sure, Hitch and Historia know how bad your relationship was, they know everything, but Pieck was the only one who saw how bad it was. It killed you to know she didn’t care enough to even just answer or send you a stupid text despite everything.

As if she can sense your mood dampening, Hitch grabs your hands, smiling wide and giddy again as she remembers why she drug you out of the kitchen in the first place, “You will not believe who is here!”

You roll your eyes playfully as you turn to give her your full attention so she can talk all about Marlo, not even noticing the eyes that can’t stop looking in your direction.

Across the room Eren stands with Mikasa and Armin, the blonde nearly sweating through his light blue button up shirt. Despite trying to calm him down, Mikasa can tell Eren’s mind is elsewhere. He keeps glancing across the room.

Following his eyes, Mikasa’s land on you with your friends and she has to fight an eyeroll, already irritated with being here.

Despite thinking his crush was stupid, hollow even, she couldn’t deny that she’ll never forget how upset she had been when she overheard Eren talk about you with Armin, the former had told him that you were probably the prettiest girl he had ever seen.

When she looked up your instagram later that same night, her stomach knotted as she noticed just how pretty you looked in all your photos, how put together you always seemed. Mikasa’s never really been insecure over girls Eren had brought in and out over the years, but you were just a different story.

Armin seems to finally catch on to the fact that Eren isn’t paying attention to his nervous ranting.

“Eren! Hello?” Armin finally snaps him out of trance, Eren looking at him briefly before looking back over at you, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” He tells him off handedly, gaze still on you. You have a bright smile on your face as Hitch says something, he assumes, is funny.

“You should just go talk to her,” Armin finally tells him with an exasperated sigh, which causes both Eren and Mikasa’s heads to snap towards him.

“Why would I do that?” “Why would he do that?” Eren’s eyes meet Mikasa’s as she blushes harshly under his gaze that holds deep offense.

Armin looks between the two before he clears his throat awkwardly, “I mean it’s not like she has a boyfriend anymore or anything. Worst case scenario she ignores you,”

Eren nods before frowning slightly, “Yeah, but I almost knocked her down in the kitchen and didn’t even apologize,”

Armin looks at him with wide eyes, almost gasping, “You mean to tell me you finally had a chance to talk to her? And you didn’t?”

Another offended look is on Eren’s face in an instant, “How do you know I didn’t talk to her?”

Armin scoffs as he rolls his eyes at Eren’s question, “Well, actually, I know you. And I know for a fact that you didn’t talk to her because you wouldn’t be over here with us talking about her, you’d be over there with her. And I also know that even if talking to her didn’t work out, you still would’ve said something about it.”

Mikasa frowns again, “But aren’t we supposed to be here to support you, Armin? I mean you’re a nervous wreck.” Armin gives her a weird side eye, and frowns lightly at her behavior.

“I mean I have you here, and Jean and Connie are here if all else fails?” Though he says it as if it’s a question, Mikasa knows the question is why she’s being so defensive about Eren talking to you.

“I think it’ll be fine,” Armin turns back to Eren, giving him a nervous grin, “Just go talk to her1 Annie’s here already anyway.”

Eren nods to himself, and then looks between Armin and Mikasa with a half grin that makes Mikasa want to melt into a puddle. “Wish me luck.”

As Eren makes his way across the room towards you, Mikasa can’t help but frown as she starts to compare herself to you. The outfit you’ve got on compliments your body so nicely, while her ripped black jeans and black tank top do nearly nothing for her own figure. You’re also pretty outgoing, while Mikasa can barely hold a conversation with anyone who she hasn’t known since high school without cringing at herself.

The glitter that frames your eyes is also a deep contrast from the black liner that is smudged around her own, your hair is nicely styled with a pretty silver butterfly clip holding some of it back while Mikasa’s hair is at an awkward stage of nearly outgrown because she hasn’t had a chance to go get it trimmed since coming back to school.

She also has bags starting to form under her eyes, the long nights of studying getting to her. Choosing pre-med as her major in an attempt to stay close to Eren starting to bite her in the ass since it comes a lot easier for him, so he doesn’t have to study as much.

Jean and Connie join Armin and Mikasa once they notice Annie in the kitchen. Connie walks up behind Armin and wraps his arm around him, getting close to his ear so he can give him a pep talk on how to woo Annie. Armin grumbles back that he doesn’t need his help, but when Sasha bounces over, she gets on Armin’s other side and tells him that Connie means well, just take his advice!

Jean stands awkwardly next to Mikasa, who has yet to take her eyes off of Eren. Her eyes finally avert to Jean when he starts talking.

“You look really nice tonight, Mikasa,” She has a slight frown on her face, but she mumbles back a small thanks as she bites her lip. She looks like she does every day, and she wants to tell him that, but instead she gives him a fake smile that she knows he can see right though and asks him if he wants to go find something to drink. He has an idea of what she’s trying to do but smiles softly and tells her to lead the way.

As the two of them make their way to the kitchen, Mikasa takes another glance towards your direction, stomach dropping even more when she takes note that Eren’s standing in front of you with his hands in his pockets.

Hitch had been going on about Marlo and how handsome she think he is for the past twenty minutes; Ymir is about five minutes away from taking Historia up to a bathroom, and you’ve had probably one too many solo cups full of vodka when Eren made his way to you, hands in his pockets and a boyish half smile on his face.

Hitch cuts herself off mid-sentence when she takes note of the six foot two man towering over the couch you occupy, eyebrows raised as she looks between the two of you with a sparkle in her eye once she realizes his eyes are strictly on you.

Your own eyes are wide with drunken curiosity as you look at him. “I know you!” Your voice makes Eren smile slightly as you continue, “You bumped into me in the kitchen, right?”

Eren winces and lets out an awkward laugh, “Uh, yeah. I just wanted to come over and apologize, I had meant to earlier but was a little distracted.”

His heart sputters when you let out a soft giggle, “Oh, don’t worry about it! Parties can get distracting. Though, I’d hate to think you’ve spent this whole party thinking about apologizing instead of actually enjoying yourself,”

Though there’s a teasing glint in the smile on your face and in your tone, your eyes tell him you’re genuinely worried he spent the whole party worrying about the fact that he ran into you.

“Oh, uh no. Well I mean I was distracted by you, but” His eyes widen once he realizes what he said, while Hitch has to hold back laughter at the man in front of her turning red.

“You were distracted by me?” Your tone is slightly disbelieving, and your eyes have a certain shine in them that he doesn’t quite recognize but the look on your face has his own flushing even more.

Unbeknownst to the both of you, Ymir and Historia have pulled away from each other and make eye contact with Hitch, whose eyes are gleefully wide as she looks between them over your head. Historia is a little confused due to the amount of liquor she’s drank in such little, but Ymir catches on pretty quickly to what Hitch is getting at and reaches across Historia to tell you that they’re gonna head out and they’ll see you later. Historia looks confused and goes to protest but a quick look from Ymir has her quiet despite her confusion.

Waving bye to your friends, Hitch looks across the room and her eyes land on Marlo, she looks back at Eren with a coy smirk, “Keep an eye on her for me, yeah?” and before he can answer she’s up and gone.

You and Eren sit in a semi-awkward silence for a few moments before he speaks up, “Do you want another drink?” He cringes at his question and silently prays that you don’t think the worst, that he’s just trying to get you drunk.

“Actually, I think I’ve had enough to drink, but maybe we can go sit outside or something?” He nods, an excited look in his eyes that makes you smile brightly. He reaches his hand out to you, and you take it, smiling wider as he helps you up and puts an arm around your back to take you outside. Neither of you notice the heated glare in Mikasa’s eyes as she watches from the kitchen.

It’s a lot more comfortable outside, you’re able to breathe and hear a lot  better. He sits next to you on the ground up against the rough brick of the house as the two of you spend nearly the next hour talking about whatever comes to mind.

Eren asks a lot about you, what you like, what your favorite food is, why your favorite song is your favorite song, asks about your major. He tells you that he thinks you look like an art major, which in turn you tell him you didn’t expect him to be in pre-med, which he laughs lightly as he nods in agreement, telling you it definitely wasn’t his first choice. You don’t ask him to elaborate, which he’s thankful for.

Mikasa frowns from her spot next to Sasha as Eren makes his way back over to the group, you shyly behind him with your fingers laced through his. Armin smiles and has to refrain from sending a thumbs up towards Eren once he notices you’re with him. Annie smiles, what Mikasa would consider her most genuine smile, and waves at you. Mikasa nearly forgot that the two of you used to be good friends at one point.

Mikasa tunes out the rest of the group as Eren explains that he’s gonna head out, you’re getting tired, and he wants to make sure you get home safe. He’s got that boyish smile on his face, and Mikasa watches how you’ve got a blinding grin on your own face, eyes not leaving him as he speaks to his friends.

Jean watches Mikasa’s eyes water slightly as Eren sticks his hand in your back pocket as the two of you walk away. Her watery eyes meeting his as she silently begs for him to make the pain go away.

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Eren has you pinned up against the front door to his apartment before it can even slam shut behind you. Your chest pushed up against the door as his hands work their way up and down your sides under your shirt, teasing the underside of your breast as he grinds his erection into your ass as your back arches.

His left hand moves your hair to the side so he can suck on your neck while his right hand reaches for the button of your jeans, making quick work of getting them undone and slipping his hand into your panties. His middle finger makes quick work in circles on your clit, making you gasp in surprise and reach up with you right hand and grab at the back of his head, tangling your fingers his soft brown hair.

The light pull of your fingers causes him to groan and bite down on your neck, causing you to gasp in surprise.

He pulls his hand out of your pants and moves both hands to the hem of your jeans and begins to pull them down. His husky voice in your ear makes you moan out loud when he tells you how badly he wants to taste you.

His body follows his hands as he pulls your jeans down to your ankles, slapping your ass lightly before he spreads your cheeks so he can get a nice view of your cunt, and he groans when he sees how fucking wet you are.

His thumb finds your clit and he puts just the slightest bit of pressure, but somehow it’s enough to make you let out a soft moan of pleasure, causing him to smirk.

“Yeah, you like that, baby?” You nod and moan louder as he puts more pressure, rubbing harsh circles as he leans forward and dips his tongue into you. He groans at your taste, and he takes his thumb away from your clit so he can use both hands to pull your body closer to his face.

“God you taste so fucking good,” His words make you blush, but he gives you no time to respond, his tongue finding its way back to your clenching hole.

“Ohmygod,” You can’t contain the gasp of pleasure that leaves you as your right hand reaches around to hold his head in place as he continues fucking his tongue in and out of you, hands gripping your hips tightly to keep you as close to his face as he possibly can, breathing be damned.

His tongue alternates between fucking your hole and licking at your clit. His left hand moves from your hip to your cunt, and he sticks two fingers inside you as he continues licking at your clit. He groans at your tightness around his fingers, that with the addition of the taste of you driving him insane.

“Er-eren!” You yelp out his name as his fingers make quick work of finding your g-spot, you feel him smirk against you once he feels the spongey spot. Fingering you faster, his mouth moves back to your clit, and he puckers his lips around it and begins to harshly suck on it.

The feeling is too much, you feel like you can’t breathe. His fingers repeatedly hitting your g-spot, and his mouth harshly sucking on your clit has you cumming before you even realize it.

“Eren, ah! Fuck, I-I’m cumming,” You moan out, trying to warn him so he can pull away if he wants. But he somehow manages to keep surprising you.

“That’s right baby, you fucking cum for me.” Curling his fingers slightly harder against your g-spot, his free hand grips your hip harder to hold you in place as your body starts to tremble as your orgasm washes over you. He doesn’t pull his fingers away until you’re nearly sobbing from the stimulation against your g-spot, and he slowly pulls his fingers out of your clenching hole.

He smirks as you gasp, one hand still clinging to his head while the other hold the trim by the door for dear life. Slightly leaning forward, he licks your cunt one last time in a harsh strip from your clit up, momentarily sneaking his tongue back in you one last time for good measure.

Pulling away from you, he stands back up, slowly pulling your underwear back up. Giving your ass a light tap, he bends back down and lifts your legs up one at a time at your knees to help you pull your jeans off of your ankles. Eren folds and lays them on the end table by the front door before he makes his way back over to you, who’s now turned around, face flushed and facing him with legs still slightly shaking.

He smiles at you once his hands find their place back on your hips, mouth meeting yours in a kiss that makes you gasp in surprise, but your arms quickly make their way around his neck. Licking your bottom lip, he lifts you enough to where you can wrap your legs around his waist so he can walk you to his room. His tongue works its way into your mouth, causing you to moan slightly around it as he continues kissing you until he reaches his room and sits you on the edge of the bed.

You look at him confused when he makes his way over to his closet, pulling out an old black band t-shirt. It’s faded, but well taken care of. Your eyebrows furrow when he hands it to you and makes his way to his dresser, pulling out a pair of grey sweatpants and changing into them, leaving the t-shirt he was wearing off.

“Did you not want to…” Your voice trails off as you look at him with furrowed brows as he makes his way back over to you, fighting hard to keep your eyes off of his naked chest. He crouches down so your eye level, and he frowns when he sees the slight insecurity swimming in your eyes.

Reaching a hand up, he caresses your face and rubs his thumb just under your eye before he lightly pulls your face to his, kissing you again. This kiss is much lighter than the previous one, softer, he’s being much gentler. When he pulls away you frown slightly, leaning forward for more but he stops you.

“It’s not that I don’t want to, trust me when I say I do want to. Like, very badly.” He huffs out a laugh through his nose, the furrow in your brow slightly deepening in a silent question, “But I also happen to enjoy you very much, and I’d like to take you out properly, ya know?” He blushes deeply as he says it, but the smile on your face brings a huge grin to his own.

Reaching forward, you wrap your arms back around him, pushing your face into his neck as a small sigh leaves your mouth, “I think you might be very good for me,” Eren hears you whisper as you nuzzle your face into his neck. Eren lets out a soft but genuine laugh as he pulls your body closer to his, hoping you’re right. Hoping he might just be good enough for you.

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Mikasa looks around Jeans room, trying to stay as far away from him as possible in his full size bed, and she can’t help but wonder what you and Eren are doing right now.

Regret starts building deep in her gut as she realizes what she’s done with Jean will not only change the dynamic between the two of them, but also the fact that Armin is going to be so fucking disappointed in her once he realizes she only slept with Jean because she was upset Eren left with you.

Carefully crawling out of his bed, she quickly finds her phone and clothes before getting dressed and quietly leaving Jeans room.

Guilt is swirling in her stomach as she walks as quickly and quietly as she can out of his apartment and makes her way up a few flights of stairs to the one she shares with Armin and Eren.

She prays to herself that Armin and Annie decided to go back to Annie’s place, so they don’t have to see the disgusted look she has on her face. Disgust with herself, disgust with the fact that Jean let her use him, disgust with the fact that that the more she walks, the more she can feel Jean’s cum leaking out of her. Her disgust is quickly overcome by even more guilt as she unlocks the front door to the apartment.

Guilt is a terrible feeling, it’s nothing compared to the heartbreak she feels as she’s walking towards her room. Because the last thing she expected when she walked past the bathroom was to see Eren holding you up on the counter by the sink as he attempts to wipe the glitter off of your eyes.

He’s got that stupid smile on his face as he whispers for you to keep your eyes shut, he’s almost done. He holds your head at the nape of your neck gently with one hand while the other makes work of carefully rubbing your eye.

You’re mumbling incoherently, sleep lacing your voice as you hold your arms around his neck, head following wherever his hand guides it.

Out of the corner of his eye, Eren notices Mikasa’s disheveled appearance, while he doesn’t make a comment one it, she notices the way he raises his eyebrow in surprise.

She wishes she could say something to defend herself, but her gaze is too caught on you. The way he holds you tenderly makes her stomach turn, he’s so careful and gentle as he caresses your face, it makes her frown in envy.

“We’re almost done, you can have the bathroom in a minute,” Eren tells her softly, and she hates that she knows his soft words aren’t for her benefit but your own. She watches as he does a quick glance over your face one last time before he throws away the makeup wipes from a brand she didn’t recognize, watches as he gently lifts you at your hips to wrap your legs around his waist and how your face instantly makes its way to his neck in an almost natural way.

“Night, Mikasa,” Eren whispers and smiles when he hears you mumble a soft night of your own. “Good night, Eren,” Her voice isn’t above a whisper either, so he doesn’t hear her voice crack as he shuts his bedroom door, leaving her in the soft yellow glow of the bathroom light, alone.

Despite all the negative and harsh thoughts running through her mind, all she can focus on is the fact that Eren had let you wear his favorite shirt.

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Eren’s been awake for nearly fifteen minute, he knows he should probably wake you up too. He has a class in a little over an hour, and if he waits too much longer to get up, Mikasa will come to get him like she always does when he sleeps in.

But he can’t bring himself to care, not when you’re lying next to him making that old ass ‘the cure’ t-shirt look as good as you currently are.

He can’t help but admire you. You just look so perfect.

“You’re staring.” Eren flinches in surprise at your words, not realizing that you’ve already woken up.

“I’m gazing,” You peek an eye open at his words, a half-smile making its way onto your face at his cheesiness.

“It’s creepy.” He scoffs at you, leaning his face so close to your own that your noses are touching. “I think it’s pretty romantic.”

A hum leaves you as your raise your eyebrows at him, eyes closing slightly as you lean closer to him, lips nearly touching his, “Romantic you say?”

He sighs, nodding as his eyes refuse to leave yours, “Definitely romantic.”

Just as he’s about to lean in to seal the deal, a loud knock at his door causes the two of you to pull away from each other, “Eren, get up. We have class in a little more than an hour. I will not be late again to one of Hange’s classes because of you.”

He groans, head falling right next to your shoulder, “Yeah. Thanks, Mikasa,”

A laugh leaves your mouth, causing Eren to grin, “What time is it anyway?”

Eren reaches for his phone, clicking it on, “9:15,”

You groan loudly in despair. “I have class at 10:30,” The pout on your face almost has Eren asking if you want to skip and go get breakfast. Almost. But when you reach for your phone and sit up he decides against it.

He watches you scroll through your phone for a minute, not peeking at whatever you’re doing so he doesn’t seem like a creep. You’ve still got a little bit of glitter on your face from last night, and Eren inwardly cringes at the fact that he couldn’t get all of it off.

He likes the way you look in his bed, not to get ahead of himself but he definitely thinks that waking up with you a few days a week is something he could get used to.

Hopefully, next time you guys will have time to go get breakfast though, or maybe if it’s a weekend, you could get brunch.

Eren’s thoughts leave his mind when you look back over at him, a soft smile on your face, “Any chance I can get you to give me a ride home on your way to campus?”

“Yeah, yeah of course.” He tries not to sound too excited at the thought of you sitting in his passenger seat. You mumble out a soft thank you as you watch him get out of bed and make his way towards his closet, leaning your head in the palm of your hand as you admire the way his back muscles move and flex when he pulls a black t-shirt over his head.

“What class do you have this morning?” He asks, with genuine curiosity, you look away to give him some sort of privacy as he takes off his sweatpants and underwear so he can put on a pair of dark wash jeans and new briefs.

“Oh, um, it’s an advanced sketching class. Nothing special.” Running your fingers through your hair, you stand up and look around his room for your jeans.

Eren turns back around as he’s buttoning his pants up, smiling when he finds you standing awkwardly without pants on. “Your pants are in the living room,”

A half-grin is on your lips when you make eye contact with him and nod. “Right, I forgot.”

“Forgot I ate you up against my front door last night?” He’s cheeky, and it makes your body heat up as you bite your lip to stop a smile from showing you enjoy his teasing. Reaching over, you lightly slap his arm and mumble for him to get his head out of the gutter, to which he gives you a cheeky smile and a peck on the cheek in relation.

Mikasa is sitting on the couch in the living room when the two of you walk out, and she has to fight looking at you too long once she notices you still aren’t wearing pants. Just that stupid t-shirt that Eren’s been attached to ever since he found it at some local thrift store when they were fourteen.

You smile and send her a small wave, getting a blank look in return that makes you frown slightly. Eren appears in front of you, holding your jeans with that same boyish grin on his face. “I think your shoes are still in my car,” A small okay leave your mouth as your slide your jeans on, not really caring for modesty at the moment since everyone in the room has already seen you without pants on.

Eren holds your phone and keys out to you, “I, uh, couldn’t find your shirt or the clip you had in your hair last night.” As he scratches the back of his neck, you have to refrain from ogling his biceps as they flex. “Oh, uh, that’s okay,”

Before either of you can say anything else, Mikasa clears her throat, “I hate to interrupt, but we have a class to get to.”

Eren gives her a weird look at the tone she uses and the look she’s giving you. “Actually, we’re taking a detour. We’re going to drop her off at her place first.”

She frowns and looks over you under her nose now that she’s standing, before giving him another look, “Eren, we seriously can’t be late again.”

You finally decide to speak up, “I can always get an uber-“

“I think that would be for the best.” “Absolutely not!”

You look awkwardly between the two of them as they glare at each other, feeling extremely out of place. You give Eren an uncomfortable look, “Really, I can find my own way home,”

Eren lets out a scoff, his eyes softening as he looks at you again, “It’s really not a big deal. And if she has such a problem with it, she can take a bus.”

Mikasa lets out a noise of disbelief grumbling a whatever, sending you a sharp glare as she storms to her room to grab her bag.

She can’t fucking believe him, how dare he? She’s been nothing but good to him for twenty-two years and this is what she gets in return? Over some random girl who didn’t even know his fucking name twenty-four hours ago?

The car ride to your apartment from theirs consists of an extremely awkward fourteen minutes, not that you were counting. Mikasa had sent you another intense glare when you went to sit in the front, practically forcing you to sit in the back and ignored you the whole time, talking over you anytime you tried to respond when Eren spoke to you.

You have to refrain from letting a huge sigh of relief leave you once the car stops in front of your building. Eagerly getting out of the car, you don’t even notice Eren quickly stumbling out of the driver’s seat as he tries to catch up with you.

“Hey! Hey, wait up!” His voice makes you halt your steps, turning around to look at him. “I’m really sorry about you, I don’t think she had a great night last night and-”

“You don’t owe me an explanation, Eren,” You don’t mean to interrupt, but he really doesn’t owe you any sort of explanation.

Slightly frowning he responds, “Well, I know. I, I just had a really, really good time last night, and I didn’t want to end things on a bad note or before I can ask for your number.”

“You could’ve just asked,” A light laugh leaves you at his more detailed than explanation, “I just meant you don’t have to apologize for your friend. Everyone has bad nights sometimes, and having someone throw of your routine can make stuff like that even worse.”

“Oh,” He laughs awkwardly as you hold out your hand for him to give you his phone. He watches with enthusiasm as you punch in your number before calling yourself, so you have his number.

“Text me later! I’d stay and talk more, but I need to go change for class and I think if you stay any longer, Mikasa may just glare a hole in my skull.” You press your lips against his cheek softly before you turn around to enter your building, “See ya later, Eren.”

His whole face is burning up by the time he gets in the car, too engrossed in what just happened to even notice that Mikasa has a deep scowl painting her features.

His phone buzzes, pulling it out he sees it’s a text from you. A fond smile is on his face when he sees it’s a mirror selfie of you in his t-shirt with a half grin on what shows of your face. For my contact photo &lt;3

“Are we going to class or what?” Mikasa grits out with a hateful tone, snapping him out of his trance.

“Oh, right.” He awkwardly coughs out as he starts the twenty minute drive to campus. Very, uncomfortably, awkward twenty minutes.

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Walking out of your sketching class, you’re pleasantly surprised to find Eren standing there waiting for you with, what you assume is, an iced coffee in his hand. Once he notices you, a huge smile appears on his face.

“Hey!” Your face heats as he hands you the drink enthusiastically, “Uh, Hi!” You look between him and the drink with curious eyes, causing him to blush as you take it.

“Oh, right. It’s an iced chai, with oat milk. I had Armin make it, he said you seemed like the type to like chai, but if you don’t like it then I can take you and get you something else.”

Your eyes don’t leave his face as he goes on about how Armin said oat milk was definitely a safe choice, because in case you have a dairy allergy, he firmly believes it superior non-dairy milk. Eren continues rambling for a few minutes about how he has no idea about the differences between almond and oat milk before he finds himself lost in your eyes that seem lost in his.

Smiling, you reach your free hand and grab his own, “I love oat milk. And, I have to agree with Armin, it is the superior non-dairy milk.”

Relief washes over his features as he smiles brightly at you, eyes traveling over you as he takes in your outfit change from this morning. You’ve chosen pink again today, and he can’t deny that it looks great on you, though he wishes you had kept on his shirt instead of going with the pink jeans with the pink corduroy jacket over a cropped white tank top you’ve chosen today.

You clutch your black tote bag closer to you as you sip the drink happily, grinning at Eren as you bite on the straw.

He smiles softly and clears his throat, “Anyway, I had a question for you.”

You quirk a brow, nodding for him to continue, “There’s this old theatre in town, they play lots of older films. They’re playing Rear Window on Friday at 7:30. Last night you mentioned you like older movies, so,” he sticks his hands in his pockets, biting his lip and glancing up at you, green eyes shining.

Your face heats up even more if possible, “Are you asking me out?” You pray his answer is yes.

“I mean, yeah! But, like, only if you want, though,” He’s met with a lip bite as you fight back yet another grin.

Despite wanting to say yes, you feel the slight need to be cautious. “I would love to go see Rear Window with you, but-”

Eren has to fight the frown that begs to take over his features at your words as you continue. “I just got out of a relationship. The only relationship I have ever been in, actually. And, well it wasn’t exactly a great relationship,”

Looking up at him you give him a small smile, “I would love to go out with you Eren, on a date. But do you think we could maybe, I don’t know, just hang out for a little bit? Take things slow?”

Eren tries not to look disappointed, because he does understand and he’s not disappointed, more bummed than anything honestly. But, he’s spent a whole semester pining over you, what’s a little longer?

“Absolutely!” The relief in your eyes makes whatever disappointment that was trying to creep in disappear completely.

Yeah, he absolutely can take things slow. No problem at all, right?

Can you take things slow, though? Probably not.

A comfortable silence develops between the two of you as you leave the fine arts building and head towards the parking lot to the south of it, “Do you want to get lunch with me and my friends tomorrow? I can pick you up around 1?”

Looking at him, you smile and nod, “Yeah, but are you sure no one will mind?”

Neither of you need to say anything to know you’re referring to Mikasa and her behavior towards you this morning. His face falls slightly at the thought of you not wanting to meet or hang out with his friends just because she was acting out of character this morning.

“Of course not!” It rushes out before he can control it. “If you’re worried about Mikasa, she had just had a bad night last night, like I was telling you earlier. It had absolutely nothing to do with you!”

You bite your lip, still unsure as you two come to a stop next to your car. Looking up at him, you sigh internally when you see his green eyes are already staring deeply at you, as if he’s begging you to say yes.

Despite a nagging feeling deep in your stomach, one telling you not to give in, especially so soon, a small voice in your head tells you that this, that he, could be good for you.

A soft smile creeps onto your glossy lips as you nod, telling him you’d be happy to go with him to lunch with his friends.

The smile the breaks out on his face makes all your negative thoughts disappear.

This will be a good thing, worst case, you just don’t click with his friends. He seems to like you plenty well already, and you like to think you’re likeable, surely his friends will, at the very least, get along with you.

Hello :)

May I ask you for an eating out session with Togame Jou, Yamato Endo and Hayato Suo?

coming undone.

featuring: Togame Jo x f!reader, Hayato Suo x f!reader

contains: established relationships, cunnilingus (ofc), orgasm denial/control from Suo, dom!Suo, aftercare

note: all characters are aged up to 21+!

MDNI | 18+ content

word count: 2.3k

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a/n: ty for this request!! unfortunately i haven't read the manga so i don't think i'd do Endo justice bc i don't know him that well (he has got some SERIOUS drip tho ngl) but i hope you enjoy Togame and Suo!!

Togame Jo

Your day has been shit.

You trudge through your front door, dropping your bags and jacket on the floor and trudge over to your bed, falling face down onto it with a groan. It’s not even 7pm but you’re ready to go to sleep and hope that when you wake up tomorrow, you never have to put up with a single customer again.

You know you should get undressed but your body aches from standing for a full ten-hour shift and you’re so emotionally drained, you just want to rot where you’ve landed.

“Who do I need to fight?” Togame’s voice floats from somewhere behind you. He’s only half-joking.

You sigh in response, not even having the energy to vent.

Togame’s hand smooths across your back, feeling your stress knots. He gives a sympathetic tut. He hates seeing you like this, hates that you hate your job but there’s no other jobs going. Every time you tell him about another shitty customer, he has to physically restrain himself from tracking them down.

“What do you need, baby?” he asks, his deep voice soft.

“Just want to lie here,” you mumble into the bed covers. “Feel like shit.”

Togame looks over you, feeling your sore limbs and he desperately wants to smooth the stress from your brows, wash the worries from your mind. He knows what to do.

With easy strength, Togame moves you up the bed, gently turning you onto your back. You let him, flopping over with another heavy sigh.

“Sorry,” you mumble. “I’m not good company right now.”

“You see me complaining?” Togame grins down at you.

The corner of your mouth upticks despite yourself. You fling an arm over your eyes, sitting in easy silence for a few minutes. It’s not long before you feel the mattress shift beneath you as Togame pushes his body between your legs, leaning over you. You feel his lips on your cheek before moving down to your neck, pressing soft kisses.

You don’t move, letting Togame lick a lazy stripe across your collarbone.

“How about I make you feel better, hmm?” he hums in your ear.

Just from Togame kissing your neck, you know you’re already wet, but you really don’t have the energy to do anything right now. You pull away your arm from your eyes.

“I’m sorry, Jo,” you tell him. “I’m too tired. I don’t think I can cum tonight.”

Togame thumbs your bottom lip, easy smile on his face.

“You don’t need to do a thing,” he says. “And there’s no pressure to cum, okay? I just wanna kiss your pretty little pussy for a bit.”

You feel your lips tugging into a smile.

“Okay,” you relent, with a playful roll of your eyes. “Go ahead.”

“Thanks, baby.” Togame grins. “Always so good to me.”

He pushes up your dress to your waist before lying down on his stomach between your legs. He doesn’t take off your panties, not yet. Togame likes to take his time, especially with the things he enjoys most.

Togame sucks small bruises into your inner thigh, replacing the marks he’d left a few days ago. Your legs are lazily laid out, not enough energy to even pull them back for him but Togame doesn’t mind. He slings them over his shoulders, your calves resting on his solid back.

You feel his hot breath on your clothed pussy just before the heat becomes solid, his tongue pressed against the thin fabric. Togame brushes his tongue up and down your panties, just on the other side of your clit, the warmth of him teasingly sweet. Togame loves feeling you get wet through your panties, loves knowing he can make you soak them through. He presses wet kisses against the fabric, tasting you more and more as your body responds.

You lie there, sighing softly, enjoying the feel of Togame’s mouth even through your panties.

Needing to taste more of you, Togame eventually hooks his fingers under the hem and tugs them down, repositioning so he can move them down your legs. They’re not even fully off, still dangling around one of your ankles when he returns to your dripping pussy.

Togame presses his mouth flush to your mound, his tongue dipping between your folds. He moans into your pussy as he finds a well of your slick, lapping his tongue in and out of your hole for more.

“Mmm,” you moan lightly, your eyes closing. You’re motionless, no energy left in you as Togame lazily makes out with your pussy.

His strong nose nudges your clit as he pushes his tongue deeper inside you and your hips buck on instinct. Togame pulls back to suck on your lips before licking his way back up to your swollen bud.

He could spend forever between your legs. He’s not even trying to make you cum, too lost in exploring you with his tongue, in mapping and memorising every inch of you. He latches his lips around your clit as he flicks his tongue over it and you make your first real moan of the night.

Togame smiles against you. He’ll never get bored of hearing you make that sound. But he knows you’re tired and sore. He knows you’re not in the mood for anything rough or fast or hard. And he’s more than happy with that – this is always more his pace.

Togame laps at your hole again, gathering more of your arousal on his tongue before returning to your clit. You move only slightly, only enough energy to whimper, your fingers barely grasping the bed sheets. Togame continues his languid strokes of his tongue, resting his temple on your thigh as he sucks slowly on your clit.

You can feel your orgasm building, your body responding to Togame even when you’re too tired to lift your arms. Togame can feel it too, in the slight quiver of your thighs.

In the quiet evening of your shared bed, amongst your low whimpers and his lazy moans, Togame makes you come undone against his tongue. It’s not the kind of orgasm that seizes you, that makes you see white and curves your spine. It’s the slow kind. One that sends ripples of pleasure right through to your fingertips, that coats your boyfriend’s mouth and chin in your juices.

Togame rises up, not bothering to wipe his face, but by the time he crawls up to kiss you, you’ve already fallen asleep.

Hayato Suo

You’re lying bent over the bed, your wrists bound in front of you and tied to the headboard. Suo hums as he ties your ankles to the feet of the bed, making sure the binds are snug but not too tight. He takes his time, knowing the anticipation is killing you, and that’s half the punishment.

When Suo’s done, he presses a soft kiss to the back of your thigh – making you jolt – before rising to his feet. He cocks his head, raking his eyes over you with a smile.

You look so pretty like this, all splayed out for him, not an inch of you he can’t see or touch. He has to resist the urge to smooth his hand over your skin, to stop himself touching you just yet.

“You’ve been bad,” he says, his voice light but there’s a hard edge to it. Just the sound of his voice makes you shudder.

“Y-yes, sir,” you manage to stammer out. “I’m sorry.”

Suo chuckles darkly.

“Yes,” he muses. “You will be.”

You close your eyes, goosebumps springing along your exposed skin.

You had been teasing Suo all day when you were both out with your friends – your hand just slightly too high on his thigh, bending over slightly too long in front of him, your kisses slightly too lingering. You couldn’t help yourself. Suo’s always so in control, so sharp-eyed he’s one step ahead of you. Seeing him struggle to keep his composure as you teased the life out of him was just too damn satisfying.

And now you’re paying for it.

Suo trails his fingers in a featherlight touch across the back of your thigh. You squirm under his touch, desperate for more, and Suo tuts at you.

“You’re going to stay still and behave,” he instructs. “Understand?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good girl.”

There’s a long pause. You swallow, not able to see what he’s doing. It’s thrilling and a little scary at the same time but you trust Suo more than anything. You wait, almost patiently.

You bite down a squeal as you suddenly feel Suo’s tongue on your pussy. He licks a long, deep stripe from your clit to your hole before sliding his tongue inside you. You whimper lightly, keeping as still as possible like he told you too.

Suo pulls your cheeks apart to give him better access, fucking your tight hole with his tongue. You feel him hot and wet inside you, rubbing against the nerves at your entrance to make your thighs quiver involuntarily. You desperately want to move, to push your hips back against his face, but Suo has you tied down firmly. All you can do is lie there as he slides his thick tongue in and out of you.

By the time Suo moves down to your clit, he finds it dripping with your arousal and throbbing under his touch. Even the lightest lick is enough to make you gasp, your legs pulling against the restraints as your thighs clench.

Suo listens to you, to your moans and the way your body moves, keeping his strokes focused on your clit. His hands move to the flesh of your ass, grasping you firmly as he sucks on the sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Can I – ah – can I cum, please, sir?” you whimper against the bed sheets, your orgasm impending and coming quicker than your lust-addled brain can process.

“No.”

Suo pulls back, your pleasure quickly replaced with frustration.

With what little movement you could make, you sink back onto the bed. Suo continues to touch you, stroking your back and the sensitive spot on the back of your thighs, but he doesn’t lick you again. Not yet.

When you don’t complain, instead remaining silent - albeit a bit pouty - on the bed, Suo smiles and squeezes your ass.

“Good girl,” he praises.

Suo returns to your hole to flick his tongue over it, gathering your slick. Your taste is addictive and Suo has to fight not to get lost in the moment, not to close his eyes and give you exactly what you want. But you’ve been teasing him, almost making him lose control, and he can’t have you getting away with that.

You start to stir again under him as he eats your sensitive pussy. Suo sucks on your lips, slides his tongue in your hole and licks fat stripes between your folds. He teases you, licking you deliciously but never going where you really need him to.

Your clit throbs with need, Suo assaulting you with pleasure without bringing you to the apex. It’s only when your juices are dripping down his chin and you’re half-sobbing on the bed that he moves down to your clit again.

You make an almost feral moan as he latches around your swollen bud, his soft, hot tongue stroking against it in the way he knows drives you crazy. Suo uses his thumbs to pry your lips apart, gently freeing your clit from its hood. He carefully laps at it, so exposed and sensitive that even the lightest lick is enough to makes your thighs shake.

“F-fuck…” you breathe raggedly. “I’m… oh, fuck… C-can I please – ah – please cum, sir?”

The desperate plea in your voice makes Suo smile. Still, he pulls back and says, “No.”

You bury your face in the sheets to stop from screaming. Your pussy aches, even the air on your lips enough to make sparks of pleasure run through you.

Suo stands and slides two fingers inside your sopping pussy. You moan and try to buck your hips, held down by the restraints. Suo slowly pistons them in and out of you but he doesn’t curve his fingers, doesn’t seek out the bundle of nerves inside you that he knows will make you cum. He’s just keeping you going, keeping your pleasure sustained without taking you over the brink.

“P-please, sir,” you sob. “Please, I need to cum.”

Suo hums thoughtfully.

“You are begging very nicely,” he allows, fondness in his voice. “Have I punished you enough?”

You try to speak but Suo’s fingers are addling your brain, making it hard to think. You desperately nod instead.

“Are you sorry?”

“M’sorry,” you moan. “Won’t… do it – uhn – again. Promise!”

"Then you can cum, sweetheart."

Suo withdraws his fingers, leaving you feeling empty, but it’s soon replaced by his tongue. You moan, long and low with satisfaction as he softly sucks on your clit again. You’re so oversensitive that any stimulation would have done but the feel of Suo’s deft tongue is enough for an orgasm to rip through you.

You cry out, half-sobbing, as pleasure wracks your body. If you weren’t tied to the bed, your legs would collapse from under you. You fist the bed sheet so hard your knuckles turn pale, a seemingly endless tidal wave running through your body. By the time your orgasm starts to fade, you’re breathing hard against the sheets, sweat coating your body, your throat hoarse from moaning.

Suo unties your restraints, pressing kisses against your skin as he does so. When you’re finally free, he scoops you easily into his arms before sitting on the bed, his back against the headboard and you over his lap. He strokes soothingly down your back and legs as you curl up against him, his heartbeat against your cheek.

“You feel okay, my love?” he asks, voice soft.

“Mhm.” You give a small nod. “M’okay.”

“You were such a good girl,” he assures you, pressing gentle kisses against your forehead and temple. “I love you so much.”

You snuggle up tighter against his chest.

“I love you too.”

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Miya Twins x Fem!Reader

Summary: The Miya twins have been watching and waiting. What happens when they finally catch you alone in the gym after practice?

Tags: Minors DNI! Explicit in all ways. D-P. Dub con. Yandere themes. Obsessive personalities. Ownership. Str8 up smut. No plot really. Mind break. Overstimulation. Please read tags! Fic located under the cut.

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“So fucking pretty for us- isn’t she samu?”

“God- sh- she’s so tight…” the gray haired twin moaned. 

You couldn’t give anything more than a soft whimper as you got lost in your own pleasures. 

“That’s right baby- your ass is so fucking tight.” The blonde said. 

You were smashed between the two brothers, with Osamu under you. He was currently buried to the hilt in your cunt, relishing the feeling of your warm walls gushing around him as you squeezed his cock tight. He softly thrusted upwards, languidly fucking into you from below as the more feral of the two brothers took control from behind. 

Atsumu had you bent over his brother, holding your hands against your lower back with just one of his own. The other was holding your jaw- two fingers hooked into your mouth as he gagged you on his digits like a fishhook. He was always the rougher of the two, and he couldn't help himself as he used your body as his own personal toy. 

Not able to get more than your own moans out, you were stuck in the position as the brothers ravished you. Atsumu buried himself into your ass, you could feel the way the thin layer between your ass and cunt stretched as the twins filled you with their cocks. 

You felt so lost…yet so- full. 

- -

It was just a moment ago you finished up your own volleyball practice, your last college season coming to a close soon. Emerging from the locker room, you noticed the twins cleaning up the gym. You offered your help, since it was shared space between the boys and girls team- but little did you know that you’d end up caught in the Miya’s trap. 

At first it was a harmless conversation between the three of you- them inquiring about your intense practice schedule compared to their own. Soon the conversation turned into banter. Atsumu teased you about your love life- how volleyball was your entire life and left your boyfriend high and dry. You were quick to remind them that you didn’t have a boyfriend, that you hadn’t for a year or so now. 

Of course they knew you didn’t have a boyfriend- it’s the answer they were looking for as Osamu moved in for the kill. Offering to rub your shoulders after noticing how tense you were after folding the net up. 

In the end, you let them have their way with you. Giving in to their temptations as the siren twins lured you into their trap; slowly removing your clothes for a “deeper massage.” At that point you were undone; and when Atsumu leaned in for a kiss, you found that your previous hesitations flew out the window and you ultimately ended up opening your body to the brothers. 

- -

“We’ve been waiting for this, baby… you were made just for us, ya know? …we’re never giving you up now.” Atsumu tells you from behind.

Each delicious drag of their cocks against your most sensitive parts sent you into overdrive. You were a mess between them. Osamu kept his eyes locked on yours, the deep pools of grey staring into your own as tears of pleasure blurred your vision.

“You’re doing so well for us, such a good girl,” he tells you as his hands take control of your hips. The tip of his swollen cock teases your womb, fucking up into you from below at a set pace. His grip was tight, no doubt leaving bruises as a reminder of their capabilities. 

“Oh god, Samu- Please!” You beg.

“Shhhh, sweet girl, you’ll get your fill.” he hushes you. He drags your hips up and down his cock, your clit grinding into his pelvis and sending your mind reeling with every thrust. 

Osamu feels you tighten around him, the clench of your tight heat being his undoing as he tilts his hips slightly. The action causes you to see stars as he pounds up into your g spot. 

“Oh-fuck!” you scream, lost in ecstasy. You grip his shoulders, digging your nails into his chiseled arms as he rips your orgasm from you.  

“That’s it Princess, cum for us- show us how good we make you feel,” Atsumu says from behind. He feels your asshole clamp down as you begin to finish around both their cocks. 

Your vision goes white as you scream, coating Osamu’s cock in your finish. He takes the opportunity to bring your mouth to his. Warm lips take in your cries as his tongue plays with your own, swallowing each whimper and moan that left your being. Wet sounds filled the gymnasium as the three of you danced in bliss. After a moment you go limp in Osamu’s arms, having no choice but to take what the two gave you- an onslaught of pure ecstasy.

Osamu needed no further push as he planted his feet on the mats below your bodies. Gripping your hips tight, he thrusted up into your heat, sending shivers down your fucked-out body as he slammed into your cunt from down under. 

“Shit-I’m close, this pussys just too fucking good. Want my cum, babe? Yeah- you fucking do, gonna bury my fucking cock deep in this pussy.” He tells you, words fumbled as he loses himself in your tight grip. 

Atsumu lets his twin take the reins as he relishes the way your ass takes hold of his shaft- using the opportunity to admire the way the fat of your behind bounces with each thrust of his hips. The blonde was mesmerized by the way your body took his length, all the way down to the hilt as his balls slapped against the bit of skin separating his current territory from his brothers. He feels close to cumming himself, but he holds back- wanting to finish in your cunt just like his twin. The thought of him and brother’s cum mixed inside you made him groan. 

They wanted to own you completely; tired of waiting on the sidelines for you to notice one of them, Atsumu was glad they took the risk today to try and catch you alone in the gym. It had been well worth the wait. 

“Fuck, I’m- I’m cuming!” Osamu moans, pulling Atsumu from his dark mind. 

You feel the heat of it before you register what was happening. Your mind is clouded in a lustful haze as you realize the gray haired twin was cumming inside of you, filling your deepest parts with his hot seed as he slowly thrusted his finish into your womb. 

“O-Osamu,” you whimper, the sensitivity of your flesh high as his shaft begins to soften inside of you. He takes a moment to relish in your warmth before pulling out of your soaked hole, knowing his twin was eager for his turn. 

“Shhh baby, you’re such a good girl…” he’s sure to comfort you, hearing your whimpers and soft cries- he knows how sensitive you are. 

You cry out at his praise, relishing the way he reaches to caress your hair as the blonde twin slowly pulls out of your other abused hole. 

Feeling Atsumu lift himself from your body, Osamu helps maneuver you. You were still sensitive from your previous orgasm, but the twins treated you as if you were made of porcelain. Carefully, Osamu sits up and moves you to lay on top of his body. With your back to his front, you were now facing the blonde twin. 

Resting with your full weight on Osamu, you feel his strong hands grip behind your knees and pull your legs up. You were practically seated in his lap with nowhere to go. He opens your core up towards his brother, who sits between your thighs and admires the way his twin’s cum drips out of your pussy. 

You look down and realize how hard Astumu still was… his angry red tip leaking precum as you admired the veins that dance down his long shaft. He spares no second thought as he positions himself at your opening, pumping his fist up and down his shaft in anticipation.

Slowly, the blonde feeds his cock into your wet cunt. With yours and Osamu’s juices acting as lubricant, Atsumu was quick to resume the pace he had set on your ass- chasing after his own orgasm. 

He buries himself balls deep inside of you immediately- the tip of his cock slamming the exact same spot his twin brother’s did moments ago.

You thrash in Osamu’s grip, another orgasm creeping up fast as his strength holds you in place to his sibling’s harsh thrusts. He holds you open for him, the blonde taking no more hesitation to bring his thumb up to your swollen clit. He fondles it slowly, the bundle of nerves pulsing and bringing a coil of heat to the pit of your stomach. 

“I- I’m cuming, oh god!” you cry out to them, not able to hold the pressure any longer.

Your words make Astumu smirk, the blonde proud to see you break so quickly under his grasp.  

The action on your clit was your ultimate undoing, you feel yourself clamp down on his member, a field of white flowing into your vision as you wet yourself and both brothers. You squirt hard, screaming in Osamu’s grip as you coat Atsumu’s cock with yourself. 

Atsumu watches as you juices cover himself and Osamu, absolutely hypnotized by both the image and feeling of you wrapped around him. It was messy… nasty even- and he couldn’t get enough of you.  

“Fuck- that was so hot Princess, I’m close- you’re too fucking tight, ya know?” He tells you as he picks up the pace of his movements. 

Osamu whispers praise into your ear, telling you what a good girl you are, that this is how you deserve to be taken- like this each and every day. 

“From now on, you belong to us- Okay, Princess? Me n’ samu are gonna make sure you’re all taken care of from now on…” he tells you, voice ruff as he nibbles on your earlobe. 

You moan in response as Atsumu gives a final thrust into your cunt, burying himself just as deep as his twin did moments ago. Emptying himself into you, he pulses his hips, ensuring his cum sticks to your deepest parts. If you got pregnant, he wanted to ensure it’d be his seed over his twin brothers. 

He plugs you with his cock, keeping himself seated for a few moments as he relishes the way your warm cunt pulses around his shaft. He feels his balls tighten up against your opening, now empty and content. 

“Oh fuuuuuuck,” Atsumu groans, finally removing his semi-hard cock. He admired how soaked he was, with not only his and your juices, but Osamu’s as well. 

It was a sight to behold as he watched his brother release your legs from his tight grip, moving to a seated position with you upright and between his legs. Your knees fall apart, and Astumu catches the way your glistening cunt starts to leak the cum that was just buried deep inside of you. 

“Ah ah ah- not on my watch,” he teases you and moves between your thighs. 

The blonde twin reaches down, taking a swipe of cum and fingering it back inside of your cunt. 

“Oh God, Sumu… it's too sensitive,” you cry out, attempting to move away. Osamu was quick though, holding you between the two of them with stern hands.  

Your words don’t stop Atsumu’s actions though, and soon after it’s Osamu reaching from behind you to rub your little clit as his brother finger fucks you. It was embarrassing the way your pussy gushed; you were soaked and still wanted more... You could feel your cheeks heat at your compromised position, attempting to hide behind your hands. 

Tears fill your eyes as you and Atsumu look at each other through the space of your fingers. He knew you wanted more- that you could handle both of them with whatever they gave you. This was their plan after all. 

“This is how it’s gonna be, Princess. From now on…” Osamu whispers into your ear.

“You like one of us, you have to accept both of us. We’ll make you feel double good, baby” 

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featuring: Kaji Ren x f!reader

contains: possessive!Ren, established relationship, doggy, creampie, marking, spanking, dirty talk

note: all characters are aged up to 21+!

MDNI | 18+ content

word count: 1.2k

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You didn’t think Kaji Ren would be a jealous boyfriend. After all, you two had been friends for years before you got together and he’d never shown any indication that he was jealous of your previous boyfriends - despite admitting he had liked you basically the whole time you’ve known each other.

So you don’t think anything of it when a guy from your college class approaches you one day. You’re in a coffee shop on campus, studying for an assignment while Kaji sits opposite you, headphones on as he plays with his phone. He likes to take you out on proper dates but most of the time you spend together is like this – companionable silence, doing separate activities together.

You don’t look up until a shadow appears over you, breaking you out of your studious fervour.

“Hey, y/n.”

You vaguely recognise him – Ken or Kai maybe? – but you’re not sure why he’s approaching you. Kaji doesn’t look like he’s paying attention, his ankle resting on his knee as he sits slumped back in his chair, lollipop in mouth.

“Hi,” you say without mentioning his name which you’re still wracking your brain to remember. “What’s up?”

“Sorry to interrupt.” His smile is friendly but you can see the nerves behind it. “Mind if I buy you a coffee?”

Ooooh.

Understanding dawns on you. Your eyes flick over to Kaji but he’s still looking at his phone as his thumb scrolls. You don’t know if he even heard over his music.

“I’m flattered, thank you, but I have a boyfriend.” You give him an apologetic smile.

“Ah.” Your classmate’s cheeks are tinted red but he holds his hands up. “Fair. Sorry, I didn’t realise.”

As he walks away, you glance at Kaji again. When he doesn’t look back, you shrug to yourself and go back to studying. It’s only when you go back to your shared living space later that Kaji says something. Or rather, does something.

You walk into the kitchen, about to check the fridge for snacks when you feel his hand on your hip, stopping you still. Kaji brushes the hair from your neck before planting a soft kiss there. You sigh and lean back against him, feeling his solid chest.

“Mmm, that feels nice, Ren,” you close your eyes, reaching behind your to card your fingers through his hair.

Kaji doesn’t say anything but his grip gets tighter on your hip, pulling your ass flush to him and his kisses get rougher. You feel his teeth nip at your neck before soothing it with his lips. His free hand tangles in your hair, pulling your head to the side to expose your neck further to him.

You’re already putty in his hands, sighing softly as he sucks bruising kisses against your skin.

“Marks have faded,” Kaji eventually mumbles, his lips never leaving your neck. “Need to give you more.”

Your eyes flutter open.

“Is this about that guy earlier?”

Kaji doesn’t say anything but makes an irritated noise so you can guess that's a yes.

The hand he had on your hip moves to the front of you, sliding under your dress to palm your clothed pussy. His rough kisses on your neck has got you wet already. The feel of you sopping for him makes Kaji’s cock strain against his jeans.

“Mine,” he says, his fingers snaking under your panties to play with your needy pussy.

You gasp, back curving as he strokes your clit, using your arousal to trace slippery circles around your bud. Kaji wraps his other hand around your throat, holding you to him as his fingers continue to nudge you closer to the edge.

“You understand me?” Kaji growls in your ear.

“Yours, Ren,” you whimper, your legs starting to feel weak.

To your dismay, he pulls his fingers away. The hand he has around your throat moves to the back of your neck as he pushes you down, bending you over the kitchen counter. You’re pinned in place by his strong grip but you hear him unbutton his jeans behind you.

Kaji hooks his fingers under your panties, pulling them to the side as he grabs the flesh of your ass. The sight of your bent over before him, your puffy lips glistening with your arousal makes all the blood rush to his cock. Kaji strokes himself a few times, eyes glued to your cunt, before nudging his fat mushroom tip past your lips. He presses up against your hole, feeling the tight ring of resistance.

“Who’s pussy is this?” Kaji’s voice is thick with need but he wants to hear you say it first.

“Yours, Ren.” You splay your hands on the counter, preparing yourself for what’s coming. “All of me is yours.”

A smirk plays on Kaji’s lips as he thinks of the guy from the coffee shop, how badly he’d want to be in Kaji’s position right now. But he can’t have you. You’re his.

“Mine,” he growls before slamming himself inside you.

You cry out at the sudden violation, your pussy stretched to accommodate him. Kaji keeps one hand on the back of your neck, holding you in place as he draws back. He loves the way your pussy grips his cock, pulling him back every time he withdraws, your needy cunt desperate to be full of him.

You whine as he continues to pound away at you, the thick veins of his cock dragging against your nerves, his fat tip reaching deep inside you. Not content with only marking your neck, Kaji takes his hand from your neck so he can land a hard slap against your ass cheek. You yelp at the sudden sting, your skin on fire, but your pussy responds, clenching around him.

“Fuck, don’t squeeze me so tight,” Kaji grunts. “Can’t fucking think straight.”

He slaps your ass again, leaving a bright red handprint that’s sure to bruise. Pleased, Kaji returns his hand to your neck, squeezing the sides of your throat as he fucks your harder.

His cock rubs against the sensitive spot inside you at a relentless pace, making your mouth fall open. You’re sprinting headfirst into an orgasm and Kaji can feel it, the way your plush walls hold him like a vice grip.

“Ren-!” you squeal, legs buckling as pleasure consumes you, rippling from your pussy through to the tips of your toes.

The feel of you creaming on his cock always encourages Kaji’s own orgasm. His eyes are glued on where his girth slides in and out of you, shiny with your combined juices. He watches the way your ass jiggles with each thrust, your lips tight around his cock.

“Fuck…” He pistons himself in and out of you as his own high overtakes him, knowing he gets to mark you on the inside as well. “Fuck!”

Kaji shoots thick ropes of cum deep inside you, coating your walls with his sticky seed. His cock twitches as he releases everything he has, not wanting to waste a drop even as it spills from your pussy.

Kaji pulls his softening cock free and tugs your panties back into place, enjoying the way his cum soaks through the fabric. You straighten to standing, Kaji letting you lean on him with your shaky legs. You catch him smirking at the purple bruises on your neck and touch them tenderly.

“Are they obvious?” you ask, the flesh still sore.

“Yeah,” Kaji says with satisfaction. “Definitely.”

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