DRIVES YOU INSANE Eren Jaeger

DRIVES YOU INSANE ─ Eren Jaeger

001. eren jaeger knows exactly what to do to drive you insane, including letting you cockwarm him at a college party. 

002. eren jaeger x afab!reader, w/c: 3.3k

003. c/w: possessive!eren, cockwarming, public sex to semi-public sex, mentions of college parties and drinking, unprotected sex, cursing, praising (maybe slight degradation if you squint), creampie, overstimulation, teasing, eren being a cocky mf and he knows it, name calling (eren calls reader princess, sweetheart, etc.), slight exhibitionism, college!au, all characters are aged up 21+ (smut, 18+ content, mdni)

004. this is the result of the reveal of eren jaeger’s giant horse dick lol. tagging @princess-jaeger​ ! 

“The things I want to do to you,” Eren’s lips brush against the curve of your ear, voice thick and heady with desire. His fingertips graze the column of your neck, skimming across your skin so softly that goosebumps trail in his wake. You can’t help but shiver above him, throat closing up with lust as you crane your neck to look back at him.

And god, that smug, cocky smirk on his face has you almost whimpering, needily pushing your hips back against his. He drives you absolutely insane in the best possible way, causing you to feel drunk and heady off his touch and loving attention. The feeling of his cock, nestled so deep inside of you and stretching out your walls in the best way, has you reeling. Eren hisses at your actions, hand coming to splay possessively over your thigh as he squeezes against your bare flesh hard.

“Careful, sweetheart,” Eren warns, adjusting his hips ever so slightly underneath you. His large hands settle on your hips – an innocent gesture to any onlookers – allowing him to hold you flush against his heavy cock. He watches with sadistic pleasure as your hands clench into fists over your lap, arrogance running through his veins at the sight of you so fucked out for him.

It’s all you can do to submit to him, grinding down on him slightly with the excuse of: I’m just getting myself settled. You see the way his eyes flash hungrily, watch how he swallows thickly at the way your cunt clenches down on him.

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Track Three: Hot Chocolate | 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Eren Yeager x f!Reader

Genre: Smut Notes: Oh to be so irresistable to Eren he takes u by any means necessary <333 Warnings: drugging, noncon, somnophilia, manipulation, virginity kink, virginity loss, fingering, oral sex (F recieving), unprotected sex, creampie. Words: 3.1k

All he can think about is what a little tease you are. Saccharine smiles and fluttering eyelashes so alluring you’d make a butterfly jealous. Steady, gripping hands held the flesh of your thigh as he drove; indecent thoughts of him being between them pulsed a vein in his forehead. Eren is a sexual deviant and has fucked almost every girl on campus, though he knew he’d settle down for the right girl ­– you. He couldn’t deny the fact that you still held onto your virginity drew him in, but he fell for you regardless. That is why he’s driving you up to his parents’ cabin for the holiday season.

Never having a boyfriend before Eren made it even more intimidating that you were meeting his family for the very first time. It’s only been four months since you began dating. Although you voiced your concerns that you felt it was too soon, he assured you that wasn’t the case. They’ll love you, he asserted with audaciousness prominent in his charming tone.

There was a hostile atmosphere weighing down the air in the cabin, but they were nice enough. It was mostly caused by Eren’s sister, Mikasa, but he whispered that you shouldn’t let her get under your skin. She’s adopted, and he kissed your cheeks in private as he mumbled that she has always wanted to fuck him. But he hates her and he’s yours.

A lingering pressure of abandonment swaddled you in the absence of your boyfriend’s embrace. He was standing in the kitchen with his elder brother, Zeke, while his parents fired question after question at you. It didn’t escape you that you likely came off as boorish each time you looked over your shoulder so that you could see what Eren was doing. You couldn’t help it, though, he knew how terrified you were about meeting his parents and he promised not to leave you alone with them.

Zeke seemed nice, another alleged doctor just like their father. Although there was something about Zeke that screamed slimeball to you, he certainly didn’t have the same trustworthy demeanour that the patriarch carried.

“How long has it been since you started dating her?”

“Four fucking months. My balls are so blue they’re aching. I don’t think I’ve jerked off so much since before I lost my virginity.” Eren explained to his brother. Zeke laughed at that, crossing an arm across his body to scratch at his opposite temple with one wriggly finger.

“You’re gonna break up with her after you fuck her, right?” Zeke wonders, sipping on the coffee he had left on the counter to cool.

“No, I like her. I just want to fuck. Every time I remember she’s a virgin it makes me wanna cum in my pants, I need it Zeke.”

“Ah, still the same cherry chaser, I see.” Zeke chuckles. It’s an acrid sound, not because he doesn’t have a nice laugh, but because it feels loaded with malicious intent.

It brings your attention to the brothers once again, not that they notice. You watched Zeke firmly pat Eren’s shoulder and guide him into another room and out of your line of sight. Now you’re really tense. Carla holds a hand onto your knee, assuring you that you needn’t be so nervous. You smile at them both, accepting their statement. But Mikasa glaring at you soon sends a spike of anxiety darting through you once again.

“Slip one of these in her drink and you’ll be able to fuck her later.” Zeke advises, dropping a roofie into Eren’s hand. “It’s not like you’ve never done it before now, so don’t look at me like that. Or are you going soft, dear brother?” he teases, insinuating that it might be a bad thing that he no longer wishes to drug women so he can fuck them.

Perish the thought.

“I really fucking like her, Zeke, I don’t want to hurt her.” Eren tells him, earnestly. Earning an eyeroll from Zeke, it was a look of disappointment from the blonde sibling, unable to recognise what Eren had become. Just because of some skirt like you. There was no way you were any different to any other, so what could be racing through Eren’s mind?

“She’ll probably love it once you start, you know how her type are once they get their pussies played with for the first time.” Zeke reminded him, and even Eren couldn’t help but nod along. “You know it fucks with memory too, right? So she probably won’t even remember why her cunt is so sore and why she is craving a cock she thinks she’s never felt.”

“You’re sick.”

“By all means, give it back Eren.” Zeke speaks, a flat expression on his face portraying a no-nonsense statement. “Unless, of course, you want to get your dick wet tonight.”

Eren observes the plain white pill in the palm of his hand; Zeke can already see that a decision has been made. He knows it even before Eren does. The thoughts of whirring in his mind. Should he, or shouldn’t he? It would be better to wait, but Eren knows he is selfish. And he’s desperate.

“She doesn’t drink alcohol. So, what should I put it in?” Eren asks, meekly.

“That’s what I fucking thought.”

“Zeke,” Eren raises his voice, urging his brother to stop his snickering. “I need to know what I should put it in.”

“Well, Eren, what’s her favourite drink?”

“Can I look now? It smells so good…” you question, gaining a steady stream of objections from Eren’s pretty lips.

He told you he wanted to make you something. A surprise, your favourite hot drink in his own special way. By that, you had deduced he was making you a hot chocolate. You couldn’t wait! It is your favourite drink and it’s made even more perfect whilst drinking it during the snowy winter season. Your mouth was practically watering when you heard him put it into the microwave for the third and final time. Almost ready, he smiled.

“You can look now, baby.” he told you.

You turned around to see the most perfect hot chocolate you’ve ever seen. He explained that it was made using Nutella and milk and a dash of cocoa powder. He topped it off with some whipped cream, marshmallows, and another sprinkling of cocoa powder for a visual finish.

“Here,” he said, sliding it along to you with a spoon to assist you in tackling the mountain of whipped cream he squirted into the mug.

“You’re so sweet Eren. Thank you so much, it looks delicious.” you beam, kissing his cheek to show your appreciation. You could have sworn the praise spilling from you had turned your boyfriend pink at the cheeks.

“C’mon babe, I’ll take you to the upstairs lounge so you can enjoy it in private.” he told you. He guided you by holding his hand in the small of your back whilst you held onto your drink. He let you walk ahead of him on the stairs while you focused on not spilling it everywhere. “Hope you like it.” he stated.

“I know I will.”

He had lead you to the softest looking couches you’d ever seen in your life. And when you sat down on them, you realised they were the comfiest you’d ever sat on. Holy shit. You’d never of had him down for a rich frat boy when you met him, he’s surprisingly modest. His reputation didn’t escape you, but you fell for him regardless. And so far, he’s been a perfect boyfriend. You can’t seem to express to him how much you appreciate his willingness to wait until you’re ready to lose your virginity. It means so much to you.

You rested your head on his shoulder as he held an arm around you. The curtains were open, and you had a perfect view of the snowfall out of the cabin windows. It was so wholesome, you thought, a perfect way to spend the holidays. And you were right; about the hot chocolate being enjoyable. It was so rich in flavour and warmed your very soul to the core. You drank every last drop, and Eren cleared his throat as you planted the mug down onto the nearest surface. He pulled you back into his arms and massaged your scalp lightly with his fingertips.

“I love you, baby, do you know that?” he told you in low, hushed tones. You nodded against him, of course you knew.

“I love you too Eren. You do so much f’me…”

“Do I? What are you talkin’ about?” he asks you, giggling at how sweet you’re being for him. Such a cute girl.

“’m not stupid, y’know. I know you’ve slept with a lot of girls… ‘n I know you how much you like sex. So, waiting for me, it means so much.”

“Hey, stop it, I—”

“I wanna do it Eren. I’m ready… I want you to take my virginity tonight.” you explain.

You can’t help but laugh at his bewildered expression. It tells you all you need to know about how desperately he’s been waiting to hear those words. You’re finally letting him have full access to your body. It’s time, you think, it’s a perfect way to solidify your love for each other. And God, you want him, you’ve touched yourself to the thought of him enough times. Why should you keep imagining it when you can have the real thing?

Little do you know why Eren has such a dumbfounded expression on his face. His stomach is churning. How could he be so fucking stupid? It’s Zeke’s fault, for getting in his head. He just wanted you so badly, and, no. There’s no excuse, he thinks. He didn’t want to do it to you of all people. If he’d just waited. If he’d just waited a few minutes after talking to Zeke… fuck.

He doesn’t push you back when you pull his face towards yours. He doesn’t reject you when you begin to kiss him, passionately. And he certainly doesn’t deny your fingers of wandering towards his crotch.

Each of you jump away from each other when you hear the creaking of floorboards and footsteps. Zeke. He takes a seat nearby, interrupting your intimate moment you had begun to share with your boyfriend. You suppose it can wait.

“You don’t look so good, honey.” the blonde informed you.

Thanks, was your initial thought. But then you looked up at him. Has there always been two of him? Your head was spinning. Everything was becoming blurred, and your anxiety began to dig its nails into your skin. It was quite the paradox to how your body felt. Your muscles were incredibly relaxed, so relaxed you doubted you could do much with them on your own.

“Eren…” you sigh.

“Fuck,” he mutters. He scooped you up in his arms, carrying you bridal-style to your bedroom. “I’m so sorry baby, I’m so sorry.” he told you, voice cracking a little as he spoke. Not that you heard him, practically dead to the world as the rohypnol seeped through your system.

He closed the door while you laid comfortably on the bed, charging back towards Zeke. He’s such a smarmy prick, Eren thought, he has such a disgusting smile on his face as he dangles a cigarette between his lips.

“Seems like she’s good to go, Eren, what are you doing here talkin’ to me?” Zeke asks.

“She just fucking told me she was ready to have sex for the first time after she finished her drink,” Eren hissed through gritted teeth, “I told you how much I liked her and you got into my head about this!” he spat. Zeke laughed, at that.

“Oh… whoops.”

“Whoops? Fucking whoo- you’re such a fuck head. Why did I even listen to you? If I just waited a little longer—”

“Hindsight is a beautiful thing,” Zeke interrupts, standing by a window he just cracked so that he could light his cigarette. “I trust that you’ll make the most of this, she gave you the green light, after all.”

“You’re so fucked up. I can’t believe you’re a doctor, that people trust you with their lives.”

“She’s right there, Eren. ‘n she was all over you when I got here, probably dripping wet and waiting for you to please her. So, again, what are you doing here with me when you’ve got a pretty little virgin cunt waiting to be ruined?”

“Sick. Fuck.”

“Are your balls still aching, Eren? She’s waiting for her first.”

It was reprehensible, how easily Zeke managed to get inside of his head. He could stay strong all he likes, but his brother knows the exact right words to say to get under his skin and make him do as he wants. Why did he want Eren to fuck you so badly? He’ll never know.

He promises you, though, that he had doubts. Even though your legs are spread for him right now, he can say with absolute certainty that there were doubts in his mind. You’re near unconsciousness, but you can’t deny how fucking good he feels. He can tell you like it, too, because you’re clenching him like crazy.

When he entered the room, he sat by your side as he came to terms with his overwhelming guilt. He just watched you, breathing. A steady rise and fall of your chest as you wrestled with the drug taking over your system.

Don’t think for a second that he didn’t feel bad, he absolutely did.

He realised something as he observed you. Eren had massively underrated what a gorgeous pair of tits you have. The gentle inhaling and exhaling you displayed gave him a painfully rock hard erection as he couldn’t take his eyes off the swell of your breasts.

Please forgive me, he thought.

He spent some time between your folds. Two fingers in your gushy pussy as he began to scissor you open. Fuck, Zeke was right, again. You were absolutely drenched before he even peeled your panties off of your body. He supposes it’s because your muscles are so relaxed. So wet for him. No control of your little pussy, hm?

No control over your sweet little sounds, either, he came to realise when he found a nice squishy spot inside of you. Your legs trembled, and he smoothed his thumb over your inner thigh in an attempt to calm you.

“I know, baby, I know. Just feels so good doesn’t it?” he whispered, continuing to plunge his fingers inside of your walls.

Fucking Christ, you sounded so heavenly. Broken whines and wants slithering from your throat. He doubted whether he should make you cum now or wait until he fucks you. But, your pussy was just so creamy. He was practically salivating. He couldn’t resist. You understand that, don’t you?

His lips latched around your swollen clit, suckling like a new born puppy nursing on it’s mother. Jesus you taste so perfect. So perfect for him. How could you have denied him this for so long? It’s so good, best pussy he’s ever tasted. He’s drunk on it, humping the mattress below him and he loses himself in your desire.

He’s leaking like he’s the virgin. He can’t believe how sweet your cunt is. His entire face has practically drowned in your lewd juices, and if he were to die like this he sure as hell wouldn’t be opposed to it.

Eren knows you touch yourself, he’s jacked off to you a couple of times. He’ll come to your place a little earlier than expected and hear your fingers dipping in and out of your sticky folds. Crying his name out, too, no less. And still, you deprived yourself of him for so long. Silly girl. He’ll start to make up for it now. He just wonders if you’ve ever tasted yourself. Your pussy is like a fucking delicacy.

Before long, you’re spasming on his fingers. Entire body shuddering against him as he carries on finger fucking you through your orgasm. He reaches up to push your top above your tits. They’re so lovely, he doesn’t want you to hide them for a second longer. Nimble fingers begin to toy with the hardened buds as he shows no sign of letting up on your poor hole.

“E-Eren…” you sigh, earning a sharp reaction from your boyfriend.

“Yeah, gorgeous? What is it?”

Silence. He lost you the very moment you reached out to him, succumbing once again to the pleasure he is bestowing upon you. And now, he thinks he’s done enough. He got you even wetter than he thought possible, and you’ve made an awful mess of the bedsheets. How cute; you’ll be so terribly embarrassed.

He’s sure you can make a bigger mess for him, it’s his turn now.

He lines himself up with your virgin slot, gasping out how you suck in his tip.

“Mmpf. Fuck, baby. So damn tight f’me, aren’tcha?” he coos, knowing he won’t get a response out of you. His heart rate soars the deeper he sinks inside of you. He’s big, y’know? He wishes you could see. He wants you to know what a big dicked boyfriend you have, how lucky you are. It’s perfect because it’s so big and he knows what to do with it.

Such a lucky girl.

It’s been a long four months, for him. So long he almost cums inside the second he bottoms out. He can’t cum yet. He’s waited for so long for this. It has to be worth the wait. It has to be everything you’ve both been dreaming of. As much as he fucked it up, it’s your first time, and he still wants to make it as special as he can.

He gently places your legs over his shoulders. Wants you deeper, so deep he might get lost. Your face contorts and he can’t help but lean down to kiss your confused looking face. Why do you feel so good? It’s him. It’s all him.

His rutting soon turns to pounding, and you are moaning for him again. Such a fucking good girl for him. It’s times like this he knows exactly why he fell in love with you.

He loves you.

He loves you.

Fuck, he loves you.

He isn’t going to last, oh God.

He could do something like this to someone he loves?

He loves you.

He’s cumming.

Oh baby, he loves you…

He fills your tightness with every drop of love that he has inside of him, and he’s rewarded with the feeling of your juicy pussy squeezing him for all he’s worth. Are you… crying? He wonders. His thumb reaches up to wipe away the rogue tear that has started to flee from your lash line. You sweet little thing, it’s because you liked it, right? You liked cumming around a cock for the first time. You can have it whenever you please, he’ll never deny you.

“Love you, Eren.”

“I love you, baby.”

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Warnings: Somnophilia, Praising, Cockwarming, Dubcon, Dry humping, Unprotected sex

You’re sleeping peacefully on your side, cuddled up with Armin, wearing nothing but black laced panties and a white spaghetti strap shirt that hugged your breasts nicely.

Armin, on the other hand... wasn’t sleeping at all. Painfully rock hard while your ass is pressed up against his dick. His breathing is all over the place whilst trying to calm himself down. He tries his hardest to go back to sleep but fails miserably.

‘Fuckk.’ Armin thinks to himself. While he desperately needed to cum, you slept like a baby.

Armin lifts himself up on his elbow to look at you. Oh, you were a goner.

Armin looks at how your breasts rose up every time you breathed in and without even thinking Armin’s hand was under your thin shirt squeezing your breasts. He pinched at your now hardened nipples making his dick twitch under his boxers.

It was almost like you were doing this on purpose.

Armin begins to grind his hips on your ass to at least relieve himself even a little bit. Armin starts to get impatient so he turns onto his back, takes his joggers off, pulls his boxers down and starts to palm himself. Rubbing the precum around his tip making him groan. He starts to rub his dick up and down picking up speed as he goes.

Armin then grew agitated because what he actually wanted was you. He wanted to be inside of you. Fucking you. Armin wanted needed to hear your moans.

He slowly slides your panties off so he doesn’t wake you up. The cold air hit your cunt making your nipples harden even more threw him over the edge. Not wanting to waste anymore time, Armin rubs his tip against your entrance smearing his precum on it then slowly pushes his dick inside on you, your pussy fit him perfectly. It’s almost like your pussy was made just for him.

Armin let out a moan then quickly looked at your face. Your mouth was slightly open and your eyebrows were scrunched up. He puts his forehead onto the back of your neck then puts his hand on your breast and begins to thrust. Armin lets out a whimper and squeezes your breast. “You feel so good around me, baby.” Armin says quietly. He closes his eyes and continues to fuck you.

Armin feels you grow wetter and wetter by every thrust. His other hand moves down to your clit and he starts to rub it. He feels your pussy throbbing on his dick. You start letting out moans while you're sleeping. At that point Armin doesn’t care if you wake up or not and starts going faster.

“You’re the- only one who can make me feel- like this.” Armin says while panting. You begin to wake up. “Ar-min?” You moan. “I’m sorry- I needed you.” Armin says. But in all truth, He wasn’t sorry at all. He’d do it again tomorrow if he needed to.

“I’m g-onna- '' You say. “Go ahead, baby.” Armin says. You cum right after Armin says that. Armin felt you tighten on his dick as you were cumming. He rubs your sensitive clit a couple more times to feel you clench on him before he cums. His warm liquid fills you.

“I love you so, so much.” Armin says while you both catch your breath. “I love you, more.” You say then kiss him. “I wanna sleep like this.” You say. Armin holds you tighter and kisses the back of your neck. With his dick still inside of you, you both close your eyes and go to sleep.

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eren yeager x fem!reader - word count: 441

summary: after a quick get together at your apartment, eren is feeling quite needy.

warnings: smut, dubcon, somnophilia, intoxication, this fic is nsfw 18+, minors DNI.

besides you and eren, everyone else had already left the apartment that evening. you found yourself splayed out on the couch with the warmth from the alcohol you drank earlier flooding throughout your body, easing you to sleep. the only light filling the apartment came from the living room’s television, left paused on a movie you wouldn’t remember, casted a shadow on something you couldn’t see in your sleeping state. 

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ᨳ  ࣪ . 001. episode [6]: “is that a promise or a threat?” w/ eren jaeger

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You have a plan. 

A plan to push Eren Jaeger over the edge, beating him for the top position at the university for this semester.

It’s a simple plan, really, consisting of only two phases. However, you know you’re going to have so much fun initiating it.

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Eren praises whoever gifted him his immense patience. The patience helps him not to loudly sigh at people who walk too slow at the grocery store or helps him not roll his eyes when someone speaks over him in class. 

His entire life, Eren Jaeger has perfected this smooth patience. It’s what helped him get through high school with a perfect GPA, getting him into almost all of the Ivy League universities with a scholarship to boot. He held his patience in an outstretched hand, poised taut with purposeful smiles dipped in a dangerous warning and calculated responses to anything asked of him. 

Eren Jaeger is confident in many things: his ability to focus, the patience he was so proud of, and his academics. He’s always been able to handle any curve ball thrown his way, shove down any distraction, and do anything to accomplish his goals.

Until it came to you. 

The dreaded finals season was turning the corner, and Eren despised that Professor Hange - as they insisted their students to call them - decided on partners for the final project. It wasn’t anything complicated - the report needed to consist of prominent research regarding advances in gene therapy; honestly, it was something Eren could do in his sleep. But with the mention of partners, Eren almost groaned out loud. 

He despised working with others - not when he knew he could do it much more proficiently on his own. He would be able to get his research done faster, find the appropriate sources in a more timely manner, and write the final paper in two afternoons, tops. So, when Professor Hange started calling off the group names, all Eren could do was stifle his groan, ruffling his hair in an annoyed fashion, and pray that he wouldn’t get stuck with a complete idiot. But then your name was called, and Eren suddenly wished he had drawn a complete idiot. 

The two of you had been academic rivals ever since your first year at the university, always trailing each other until one class - one paper - boosted one over the other. It was quite humorous for the other students to watch, with bets usually being placed to see who would score the top spot in the class for the semester. The previous semester, it was Eren, but the two before that? It was you. 

While it normally wouldn’t be a big deal to have an academic rival, you just so happened to be particularly taxing for Eren. Constantly annoying him every chance you got, it was the college equivalent of tugging on his hair on the playground and stepping on his feet in the lunch line. You were infuriatingly frustrating, and Eren couldn’t stop thinking about you. 

Perhaps it was a stroke of luck that you two were paired together for this final, or maybe it was Professor Hange pulling some strings. Besides, everyone knew that professors heard all of the student gossip, making it almost certain that they knew of Eren’s rivalry with you. 

Perhaps this was simply some sort of strange experiment by the eccentric professor, pulling strings behind the scene to see what would happen by pairing together two of the most stubborn, intelligent students they had ever seen. 

So, with gritted teeth and a feigned smile, Eren reluctantly accepted your new partnership. He prepared himself for your usual smug snippiness, your looks always fully loaded with a cocked head and a prideful smirk. Eren made mental notes of all your previous encounters, remembering specific things he did to purposefully push your buttons, morphing that grin into a glare. With all his preparedness, Eren was almost excited to get together to work as a pair for the first time - he was certain that this time, it would be him putting you in your place.

Until you changed your behavior towards him entirely.

In all the years he’d known you, you had never acted like this before. Where your words used to be biting, prideful, inherently mean in nature, they were now lilted in a teasing tone, your eyes half-lidded as you stared at him in a way that had him gulping and his pants tightening. 

It was an improbable event that he had never anticipated, even though, statistically, improbable events occasionally occur. 

When you suggested studying together for the first time at the coffee shop on the corner of main street, Eren didn’t see any harm in it; he found himself agreeing to it reasonably quickly, even though it wasn’t his favorite place in the world. It was usually a bit loud and crowded, though Eren never had a difficult time focusing on what he needed to work on. 

Therefore, when he enters the coffee shop, it’s no surprise to him to see it buzzing with people, all crammed onto too-tiny tables and small booths with mugs of caffeine gripped between tensed palms. Shrugging his backpack as the small chime on the door rings through his ears, Eren cranes his head to look for you. His glasses slide down his nose a bit when someone bumps into him - a short apology uttered a second later - and he can already feel the annoyance spark through his body. 

“Eren!” 

The sound of his name has him looking towards the back wall to see you, nestled in a corner booth with two coffees on the table before you. 

The knowledge that you ordered coffee for him didn’t phase Eren, no; what completely threw him for a fucking loop, though, was the tight sundress you wore, just barely enough fabric to cover your thighs. 

You look like a sin, and Eren finds himself wondering how such an intelligent person could look like that. While Eren still finds himself reeling, he takes a steely breath, reminding himself that he’s dealt with an entire week of this change in attitude from you, so he can handle one coffee-study date, even with you looking more delicious than the overpriced coffee.

This entire week - ever since Professor Hange announced the partnerships - you seemed hell-bent on throwing Eren off of his game; you’d flirt with him constantly, shifting his focus from school and causing his mind to go haywire. Lately, more often than not, Eren found his daydreams lingering around you, fantasies being pushed into his head that he would prefer to ignore - all because of your stupid mouth and inability to shut up.

You were merely a week into your relentless flirting - a seemingly endless game of cat-and-mouse - and it has Eren’s composure fraying at the seams, set to crumble with just one more lewd phrase that threatens to slip past your lips. 

You wave at him from the red vinyl booth, and already - with just one glance from you - Eren feels a bit breathless, a bit too frazzled for his liking. He tries to smoothly make his way over to you, trying so hard not to blatantly stare at your thighs or breasts. 

“You okay there, Jaeger?” your annoyingly satisfied voice breaks through his thoughts, sitting down across from you. “You seem a bit distracted. Anything I can help with?”

You punctuate your words with one of those shit-eating grins you seem to thrive on, leaning over the table and peering at him curiously. The glint in your eyes is dangerous, he remembers noting all those years ago, when you first started this little rivalry; he isn’t immune to how gorgeous you look when your entire face lights up when you’re questioning a topic, whether it was something in class that particularly interested you, or something else.

In this case, that “something else” just so happens to be him. 

Eren swallows thickly at the way your lashes blink up at him, knocking your head to the side to try and draw a reaction out of him. He finds it increasingly difficult to focus on his work when you look at him like that, invading his space in that annoying way you do when you’re looking for his attention. Really, that intense focus he’s been so proud of his entire life suddenly flits out the window when he can feel the heat radiating off of your body like a furnace, so close to him that your knee grazes his and your fingertips teasingly brush by his arm.

His leg feels like it’s burning when you knowingly press yours against him, goosebumps rising along his skin where the pads of your fingers leave fleeting touches against his skin. 

Eren swears that he’s going to go insane - his heart is furiously pounding in his chest, a prickling sensation creeping along his back until he feels his palms sweating. You’re just so close to him, and he feels like his brain is going haywire with the intense buzzing that short-circuits across his body. 

“Hey to you, too,” Eren simply states, praying that he doesn’t sound nearly as flustered as he feels. “Ready to get started?” 

You feel a bit let down at his curt reply, but quickly throw a smile on your face, pulling out your laptop and research papers you’d gathered. 

“Okay, here’s what I have so far…” you trail off, abandoning your previous mission to focus on your academics.

Surprisingly, you and Eren work quite well as a team. Always smoothly picking up where the other left off, building on each other’s theses in a way that complemented them, and adding helpful points to any sources the other may have found the previous night.

Eren has to admit that it’s more fun than he originally thought it would be, and he finds himself enjoying your time together more and more. 

That is, when you’re not being a complete fucking tease. 

You’re able to study like that for about two hours, helpfully finishing the outline of your paper and comparing primary research articles you’d both found. It was nice - until you decide that you’ve gotten a bit bored. Eren’s reactions are always so cute, his brows scrunching as he peers at the laptop screen, green eyes narrowed as he latched onto every line of text. His brown hair messily thrown up in a haphazard half-bun, some loose strands falling out of the band and just begging for your hands to tangle in them. His glasses slip down his nose as he bites his lip in concentration, a distracted finger coming up to push the glasses back up to settle properly on his face. 

Feeling restless, a warm heat flushes through your body, settling annoyingly comfortable between your thighs; you finally decide to enact part of your plan.  

Phase One: Get Rid of Eren Jaeger’s “Un-Fucking-Bothered” Attitude.

“...or this article could work as the fifth primary source - except for the fact that it’s all in French, and I haven’t brushed up on my French since high school. So maybe we should rule that one out - what are you doing?”

Eren stops mid-sentence, his bright green eyes widening at the sight of you plucking his half-empty coffee cup from his side of the table. Your fingers are nimble as you wrap them around the white mug, tilting your head when you look at him. Bringing the warm coffee up to your lips, you don’t break eye contact with him, and Eren swears he’s never been so aroused watching someone take a drink of something before. 

It’s not long - merely a small sip, just to see his reaction - before you set the cup back down again, still eyeing the boy across from you. You revel in the slight pink that dusts his cheeks - a rare occurrence that you’ve grown more and more fond of lately, and you feel the pride building inside of you.  

Eren’s eyes are latched onto you, staring at you as you swipe your tongue along your bottom lip, catching any dregs of bitter coffee there. He feels entranced, completely enamored with how you suddenly lean over the table, your breasts pressing against the thin fabric of your sundress, never breaking eye contact with him. Your gaze is all-consuming, pinning him to the spot, and Eren swears he can’t even breathe when you look at him like that. 

“What’s the matter, Eren?” you ask, the side of your lips quirking up in a knowing grin as you watch him stutter. “It’s not like I bite or anything.”

He tries taking a bite of his muffin, but at your words and the hidden insinuation behind them, Eren suddenly chokes. His thoughts are swimming with what you mean, wondering what you could possibly be talking about, and if you aimed that for him.

You watch, amused, as Eren flounders, searching for the perfect biting remark that seems to fail him. Without him even noticing, you begin to gather your belongings, noting that, for today, your job here is done. 

“Unless, of course, you want me to,” you finish, the smug tone in your voice never faltering as you stand up, shrugging your bag over your shoulders. You don’t miss how Eren’s face turns beet red, the tips of his ears heating up to a cute pink as he starts to cough, leaning over the booth’s table to ground himself. You pay him no mind, making your way over to the side of his booth, before leaving him with your final attack for the day. 

Careful to not let the back of your dress ride up too much, you lean down next to Eren, your lips brushing by the curve of his ear. 

“By the way,” you start, voice a mere whisper as you wait for Eren’s reaction. You watch as his fingers tighten over the edge of the table, knuckles turning white with an effort to, what? Restrain himself? Hold himself back? You hope so. 

“I’m not wearing any panties,” you comment, as if it was simply a passing phrase. With one last smile against his ear, you quickly stand up, throwing a wave over your shoulder to make your way out of the coffee shop. 

Eren feels the last shred of restraint he has thinning, pulling taut inside of him as he grips onto his mug, now stained with a slight imprint of your lip gloss. All he can do is blink dazedly, distractedly bringing his cup to his lips, just over where yours just were a minute ago. He can’t even taste the faint flavor of vanilla there, eyes latched on to where you were previously sitting. 

Eren feels his heart pounding in his chest, his fingers tightened in a fist on his knee as he stares at the obvious wet spot you left on the red vinyl of your booth, and he swears his cock has never been more stiff in his life.

———

A few days later, your teasing antics still aren’t relenting, and Eren is certain he’s going to have a heart attack. 

Eren had hoped that choosing the library would be a safe spot - no one got turned on at the library, right? But, as usual with you, Eren was sorely proven wrong. He was grateful when you decided to wear normal clothes this time, but it didn’t stop his imagination from running wild when you still insisted on retaining your teasing antics.

They’re simple: fleeting glances when your gazes meet, lingering touches when you lean forward - but it’s all driving Eren insane, and he really doesn’t think he has enough willpower to get through much more of this. 

Your bold actions from the coffee shop still plague his mind, invading even his dreams until he wakes up in a cold sweat, cock achingly stiff in his sweatpants.

 The amount of times he’s had to get off to the idea of you is even more embarrassing than the knowledge that, lately, Eren could only get off to you. Nothing else worked - his mind would only accept fantasies of you, like how you would look on your knees, the half-lidded look you seem to love to give him viewed from a different angle. It’s all he can think about, and Eren knows it will eventually come back to bite him in the ass. 

“...is that okay? Eren?” your voice permeates through his reverie, knocking him out of his daydreams where he seems to like you so much better. “Sorry. What was that?” he asks, fiddling with his pencil in the other hand. Eren chooses to ignore the knowing grin you shoot him, your brow raising as you look at him suspiciously. 

“As I was saying…” you continue, finally breaking your gaze from him and looking back at your computer. Your fingers trail over a few paragraphs - explaining something about how the formatting is off, not matching the recommended structure of a professional research paper - but Eren can hardly bring himself to pay attention. 

Instead of listening to you, he watches how your fingers pad across the computer screen, just barely brushing across it in a way that would have him wincing if it was anyone else. Your brows are furrowed in concentration, thoroughly enamored with the topic of genetics as you reference two of your primary sources. You look beautiful to him, Eren realizes, especially when you’re speaking about something you’re so obviously passionate about.

The sudden awareness is shocking, and Eren desperately wants to shove the thought back deep down into the corners of his mind. 

“Eren, you okay?” you ask, slightly concerned as he seems more unfocused than usual. You hadn’t even been super teasing today - laying off to pay full attention to the assignment. Yes, while this little game is fun, you know that you have to actually work on it in order to make a good grade - that was most important.

“Y-yeah, fine,” Eren relents, rubbing his palms on his jeans as he turns his attention back to you. “So, about the format, right?”

And, really, Eren tries to focus - he really does. The boy should be given a gold star for how intently he tries to listen to you, adding in helpful points here and there to further boost your argument. But the thoughts from earlier continue dragging his mind through the gutter, and when your knee accidentally brushes his underneath the table, Eren nearly jumps out of his seat.

You look at him shocked, leaning away to peer at his incredibly flushed face. “Okay Eren, what is it?” you ask, glaring a bit accusatorily at him. And, at that look, Eren almost loses it. All he wants to do is bed you over the table of your private little study room and fuck that stupid look off your face; you know exactly what’s wrong with him - exactly why he’s acting like this. It’s all because of you and how you’ve been pushing and pulling at the strings holding him together. All Eren wants to do is fuck that bratty attitude out of you, wipe that pleased smirk off your face when Eren stands up, with you obviously noting the tent in his jeans. 

“Nothing,” he hurriedly turns away from you, taking in a bruising breath as he shoves his phone in his pocket. “Just have to go to the bathroom really quick.”

And Eren quickly leaves you behind, raising your brows at him as he makes his way to the bathroom in an almost panicked nature. His head is swimming with thoughts of you, mind reeling with every little action you’ve shown him, every teasing phrase thrown in his direction, spat against his ear. 

Eren’s cock is already achingly hard when he reaches an empty, private bathroom, and as soon as he locks the door, he’s shoving his pants down. He knows he should feel embarrassed - ashamed, even - as he fists his wet cock to the idea of you, already leaking pre down his shaft. You hadn’t even done anything today, uncharacteristically shoving aside your usual antics to instead focus solely on your work, and now Eren’s the one who can’t contain himself. 

Eren focuses on the intense pleasure as he works his palm over his thick shaft, squeezing at the base before dragging his hand up with continuous pressure, allowing his thumb to dig into his wet slit for an intense bout of pleasure. 

All he can think about is you, you, you. How you would look if you were here right now, guiding his hand on his cock as you cooed sweet words against the curve of your ear. How your breasts would press against his chest, his hand tugging at your hard nipple as he covered your mouth with his. Eren thinks about how he would push you against the wall, fingering your soaking slit until you’d let him tug your panties to the side, shoving his thick length inside of you until you’re a crying, shaking mess for him. 

His chest is heaving, his cheeks painted a pretty pink, his hair sticking to his forehead with sweat as he pumps his cock. Eren can feel the tight coil of pleasure ready to burst in his groin, his fist working over his angry tip, nudging underneath it with the perfect amount of pressure to have him throwing his head back. 

Eren cums embarrassingly fast, and he attempts to make himself at least semi-presentable again before he meets you back outside.

Hopefully, now, he’ll be able to focus. 

———

You suppose phase one of your plan has been going quite successfully, evident in how Eren can hardly look you in your eyes. It makes you feel proud, loving how you’re able to get him so flustered with just a few teasing glances, a few lingering touches. 

Sitting on his bedroom floor, you think it’s adorable how hard Eren’s trying to concentrate, attempting to ignore you and your fleeting touches. 

You knew what he got up to in the bathroom - of course you did. How could you not? The evidence was all over his face as he avoided you from there on out, refusing to meet your gaze and a near-permanent blush plastered on his face. It had you feeling a million different things, your mind getting drunk off the idea of Eren - the person you were supposed to be fighting against - getting off to you.

So, yes, you suppose phase one was going at least semi-successfully; however, you never anticipated actually wanting him to fuck you. 

You had been dancing around the prospect for years, you realize, your words always holding a biting edge to them that lingered on suggestive. Eren had recently come to the same conclusion, wanting nothing more than to have you underneath him.

So, finally fed up with this continuous back and forth, you finally give in, uttering one last teasing phrase against Eren’s neck that had his head spinning. Immediately, you feel him stiffen, going stock-still and abruptly halting the sentence that he was working on. You swallow thickly, not used to this reaction, as your fingers trail down his spine, leaving sweet tingles of electricity buzzing across his skin. 

Eren is finally at his breaking point, breathing out harshly through his nose as he patiently closes his eyes. You watch as his fingers hover over the keyboard of his computer - waiting, wavering precariously over the fine line you were both walking. 

“Don’t you ever stop talking?” Eren asks in a chillingly calm voice. His tone, low and seductive, causes your eyes to widen, not expecting him to retort like that. A few seconds of tensed silence stills in the air, before you finally regain part of your motor functions again. Leaning forward, you let your arm press against his a bit longer than necessary, staring up at him as Eren’s eyes remain glued in front of him. 

“Not unless my mouth is wrapped around something,” you whisper, lips parting as you anticipate his reaction. 

The tension buzzes thickly across the air, slicing through Eren’s composure as he lets out a loud groan, closing his laptop and shoving it to the side. You let out a surprised squeal as he whips around to you, gathering you in his strong arms, and placing you on the middle of his bed. Eren’s eyes are blown wide with lust when you look up at him, his cock achingly hard in his sweatpants as he grinds against you, pulling you in for a searing kiss. 

Pleasure erupts throughout your body at the sweet contact, finally giving you a taste of what else Eren has to offer. You realize this is all you’ve wanted for months, and as his soft lips roughly move over yours, drinking in all of the sweet sounds you give him, you couldn’t be happier. 

“You better watch your fucking mouth,” Eren groans against your lips, closing his eyes in pleasure when your hand suddenly grips on his clothed cock. He lets out a shuddering breath at the sensation shooting across his shaft, building in his lower abdomen as his muscles tense. 

His voice has you moaning, pulling him in for another desperate, messy kiss. Eren Jaeger doesn’t curse, so hearing him demand that against your lips, hurriedly rutting against you like a teenager, has you whimpering and moaning underneath him. 

“Is that a threat, or a promise?” you murmur against his lips, smiling at the low groan he lets out. Weeks of teasing have led to this moment, making the pleasure that builds between you feel even sweeter than normal. 

All Eren wants to do is fuck the brattiness out of you, to leave you a moaning mess under him until all you can whine is his name. 

It’s a mess of fumbling touches as you shove each other’s clothes off, desperate to feel the other as your hands run down his body. Eren is surprisingly toned under your hands, flexing under your fingertips as he shoves his boxers down. You almost gasp at the sight of his cock - long and thick, enough to where you know you’ll feel it in your stomach, his tip red and angry, already leaking dribbles of his arousal down his throbbing shaft. 

“Like what you see?” Eren asks smugly, before a concerned look crosses his face as he hovers over you. “Is this okay? Do you want to stop?”

And if you weren’t already lying down, you swear your knees would’ve buckled as you swoon. You bite your lip as you look Eren up and down, taking in the sight of how attractive he is as his body settles over yours. You open your legs for him, guiding him to settle between your thighs as you run your hands up his smooth biceps. 

“Yes, please. I want this,” you whimper against him, and Eren groans as he dives down for another intoxicating kiss. 

It’s a mess of tangled limbs when Eren finally enters you, the thin layer of the condom wrapped around his length doing nothing to halt the intense pleasure of pushing past your tight walls. He immediately feels overwhelmed, arms coming to cradle your body as he nearly collapses onto your chest. Eren swears he’s never felt pleasure this good, groaning out your name as your legs tighten around his waist, pulling him to sink forward even deeper, stuffing you to the brim with his thick cock. 

“G-god, Eren,” you choke out, your head pushing back against his pillow as he buries his shaft as deep as it’ll go. You feel so full, incredibly stretched out in the best way possible as his leaking head presses right against your cervix. The room spins as Eren moans out a choked sound of your name, pressing his head to the crook of your neck as he focuses on not cumming right then and there. 

So much for that perfect focus he’s always been so proud of, Eren thinks.

“Fuck princess, y’feel so good,” Eren moans against you, not able to help himself as he begins to lick and kiss along your skin. His lips trail from your neck to your collarbone, his hands grasping at your breasts as he finally gives in to one of his many fantasies of you. “Gonna start moving now, that okay?”

A hurried nod is all you can give him, arms wrapped tight around his back as Eren begins to fuck you. He ruts his cock through your wet folds fast, eagerly, pumping his cock deep inside of you, stilling for a second to revel in the tight way you clamp down on him, before pulling out again. Over and over he does this, gently holding you against him, murmuring sweet praises against your ear as you fully give in to the relentless pleasure. 

“You’re doing so good for me,” he kisses your lips.

“Always knew you would feel like heaven,” he murmurs against your ear, breath hot and panting as he fucks against that one spot that has you seeing stars. 

His chest burns with an intense need and longing, his touch electrifying as his chest brushes up against yours and his fingers trail along your body. Eren feels high as his cock catches against your entrance, pushing past your walls again and groaning at how well your pussy swallows him.

Eren kisses you hungrily, circling his hips against yours in a way that has you keening against him. You feel so hot underneath him, moaning and panting against his mouth as his fingers brush against the soft curve of your breasts. 

“Please touch me more,” you gasp, his lips hardly leaving yours as you guide his hands to touch all over your body. They caress your sides before trailing up in a tickling way up to your nipples, pulling and pinching slightly that has you arching your back against him. 

“Where do you want me to touch you?” Eren asks, mumbling against your lips. His hands move back down to your hips, halting his thrusts to let his cock settle inside of you for just a moment. A twisted grin flits onto his face at the whining sound you let out, your hands reaching for him as he stills inside you. 

“Shh,” he coos, one of his hands caressing your face in a soothing manner. “Be patient.”

Eren focuses on quickly angling your hips up a bit more for him, pulling your sopping pussy to rest flush against his pelvis. Sitting up slightly, Eren sits on his knees, a loud groan ripping through his throat when he sinks back inside of you. You feel even better from this angle, clenching down on him and suffocating his cock in a way that has Eren’s pretty green eyes rolling to the ceiling in pleasure. 

Displeased with how you never answered him, Eren slows his thrusts, staving off his own pleasure in favor of teasing you. “What, can’t answer me?” he mocks, his thumb moving up to pull on the bottom of your lip. 

You whine against him, hands grasping on any part of his body that you can as he rolls his hips languidly against you. 

“Please Eren,” you nearly beg.

Eren still feels slightly annoyed, knowing you can do better than that. In retaliation, he keeps his thrusts slow, burying his thick cock inside of you at a lazy place. Bringing his hand down, two of his fingers suddenly press against your aching clit, pulling the hood of it up to swirl calculated circles against your most sensitive spot. You let out a loud cry for him, and Eren nearly curses at how much tighter you clamp down on him. 

“Come on, princess. I know you can do better than that,” Eren coaxes you, rolling his hips as he settles deep inside of you. He hisses at how your swollen walls massage his aching shaft, wanting nothing more than to fuck into you harder. 

“Please, baby. You could hardly keep your mouth shut these past few weeks,” Eren taunts you, his fingers relentless against your clit. He easily smooths a hand down your thigh, catching under your knee to pull it up and around his hip. The new angle allows his cock to drag along that sweet spot repeatedly. 

“What, now you don’t have anything to say?” Eren punctuates his words with a harsh thrust, unable to help himself anymore as he begins to fuck into you like you both want. The pleasure is all-consuming, running thickly down his spine, shooting through the length of his cock as you cream all over him. 

“Eren, please, just need you,” you’re able to get out, reaching for him. Finally giving in, Eren leans his body over yours, still sitting on his knees as he covers your body with his own. The room is hot, and Eren’s chest is slick with sweat as he presses it against yours. 

The sweet pants you let out fan across his face, and Eren can’t help but gaze at you as he feels you tightening even more around him. 

“If I knew you felt this good, I would’ve fucked you a lot sooner, princess,” Eren moans, burying his cock inside of you and choking at the way you clench around him. 

“You feel so good,” you whimper against him, arms reaching out to hold onto his strong back as he pushes his cock back inside of you. The wet squelching of your cunt around him has Eren moaning for you, becoming addicted to the feeling of you squeezing him so tight. 

“How are you so tight – fuck,” Eren groans, sweaty and drunk off lust as he pushes your wetness back into you. The two of you share breathy pants and moans, being able to feel every part of each other as Eren kisses you hard and deep. His hips move fast against yours, relishing in the fullness between the two of you. It’s fast and rough, full of messy kisses and desperate touches that make you feel lightheaded. 

Eren’s hand continues to draw tight, fast circles against your clit, and it has you clenching down on him. He has to halter the movements of his hips, returning to the incessant grinding inside of you as his fingers circle your hot nub. “Eren, ’m close,” you moan, the feeling building inside you until you see stars dancing on the edges of your vision. Eren feels so close, ready to cum as the coil becomes more and more present inside him. 

“Need to feel you cum for me, princess. Come on now, cum,” Eren commands, shoving his cock inside you once, twice, three more times until he’s cumming into the condom. The tight cord snaps as your walls clamp down on him, a high-pitched whine of his name slipping past your lips as you feel that same rush of pleasure overcome you. 

Eren rolls his thumb over your clit harshly while simultaneously offering one more deep thrust – it has you creaming around his cock, cumming so hard around him that has his hips stuttering slightly. 

He gasps your name against your lips, kissing you again as he continues fucking you through your orgasm. The feeling of his cock throbbing inside you, still nudging against that sweet bundle of nerves, has your eyes rolling to the back of your head. 

“Fuck,” Eren says, body weakly falling against yours as he finally stops his hungry thrusts. He closes his eyes heavily, cock throbbing in overstimulation as you continue squeezing around him tightly. He stills inside of you, fully sheathed within your warmth as his muscles shake slightly with overexertion. The room smells of sex and sweat, and you feel absolutely exhausted as his sweaty body settles on top of yours. 

“E-Eren,” you mumble, eyes closing as you attempt to push him off you. “Too heavy.”

Eren lets out a low chuckle as he adjusts himself, moving to your side as a heavy arm slings across your stomach. 

“That was…” you trail off, still catching your breath as you start up at the ceiling. Eren, still face-first in his pillows, finally turns to face you. 

“Amazing? The best sex you’ve ever had?” he teases, attempting to coax out one of those reactions you’d been getting from him. You glare at him, lightly smacking his arm. 

“Maybe,” you still relent, not wanting to give him the full satisfaction of your praise. 

“So, does this mean you’ll stop with that attitude of yours now?” Eren asks, curiosity coloring his tone as he playfully nudges you. You let out a loud laugh, full of mirth, as your chest shakes. 

“Maybe,” you repeat, giving Eren a cheeky smile as he pulls you closer to his side. A slightly annoyed groan falls past his lips, and you can’t help the feeling of affection that fills you at the sound. 

“Well, will you at least agree to be mine?” he asks one more question, a bit more timid than his others. Eren wants to try this, convinced that there is something more here. You had just been too scared to admit it, but Eren was finally ready to shove past all those walls, wanting to be able to love you. 

You hum against him, your fingers trailing soft touches against his skin. The answer is clear and confident as you smile at him, facing him in bed. 

“Yes.”

And, although phase two of your plan may have changed, it did so in the best possible way.

Phase Two: Become Number One in the Class.

Phase Two: Become Number One in Eren’s Heart.

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Suguru x Reader x Satoru

Nsfw/ MDNI 18+

⚠️ Warning: AFAB/ female reader, establish relationship (Getou x reader), threesome, double penetration, fellatio/ cunnilingus, anal (m + f), SatoSugu moments (very fruity), Gojo is a whiny bottom

Summary: You finally meet your boyfriend’s best friend. You didn’t see tonight taking such a turn.

Wc: 5.4k

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