Please Do Jealous Eren

Please do jealous eren

JEALOUSY ─ Eren Jaeger.

001. jealousy can be a petty green monster, but it rises in Eren in the best possible way.

002. c/w: unprotected sex (mdni), overstimulation, creampie, rough sex, possessive eren, jealous eren, nipple play, cervix kissing, cursing, eren calls you "baby", slightly mean eren (but poor bby is just jealous), slight exhibitionism (your friends are in the next room lol)

003. w/c: 1.4k | thank you for requesting! I hope you enjoy it :)

“Stay on it,” Eren seethes, gritting his teeth as his hands settle on your hips. Guiding you, he groans deeply when you fully sink down on his hard cock again. The breath is knocked out of him when you begin rolling your hips, grinding his thick shaft deep inside your soaking cunt.

Not able to handle the sight of you taking him so well, Eren possessively pulls you down for a searing kiss; it is messy, simply a clash of teeth and lips as his tongue licks into your mouth, like he’s desperate for a taste of you. The softness of your lips makes his head spin, your fingers tangling with his dark strands to pull slightly when you slam down on his cock again.

“Gonna fuck my cum back inside of you,” Eren grunts, thrusting his hips up to meet yours. The high-pitched whine you let out is music to Eren’s ears, and pride swells in his chest at the sight of you already so fucked out. 

“Let’s see that asshole flirt with you then, huh? Let’s see him try to flirt with you when it’s my cum stuffed in your pussy,” Eren sneers, jealousy coating his words. Again, annoyance and irritation fill him at the reminder of some guy trying to flirt with you, and if you hadn’t recognized Eren’s fist balling and pulled him away to a bedroom, the party downstairs might have been cut short.

He feels so sensitive, already having cum inside you twice now. Eren doesn’t know what came over him, but the need to claim you as his filled his chest and hasn’t disappeared. Ignoring his overstimulation, the pleasure shoots down his cock, his green eyes catching onto where you’re connected. 

Another groan falls from his lips at the way your cunt glides over his angry shaft, swollen with arousal, and a mixture of your cum pooling near his heavy balls. The feeling of pushing his cum back inside of you is dizzying and has Eren’s head falling back onto the pillow, beads of sweat pricking at his forehead. 

The squelching that comes from your cunt is exhilarating, and Eren swears he can cum again from just the feeling of his cum soaking his shaft, dribbling from your tight cunt.

 Eren scrunches his brows, a choked growl ripped from his chest as you rock your hips along his aching length. You’re just so wet and tight he is entirely enamored with the way your walls cling to his shaft, sucking him in until his swollen, angry tip is pulled flush against your cervix. He can feel the dribbles of pre-cum emerging from his slit every time you press down on him, your pace fast and unrelenting as you ride him. 

“G-god, baby. Just like that -” Eren urges, his grip on your hips bruising as he kneads your soft skin. He’s obsessed with the way his cock curves inside of you, brushing against your swollen walls and causing delicious tingles of electricity to shoot through his groin. It’s like your cunt is suffocating him, and every time you grind your hips down, soft moans falling past your lips at the way his leaking head nudges against that spot inside of you, Eren thinks he might lose his mind. 

The room spins as Eren suddenly sits up, pressing his chest against your breasts. He moans at the way your pebbled nipples brush against his, pulling on the nape of your neck to slant his lips across yours. The feeling is intoxicating - you’re hips still grinding on his, taking in his throbbing cock with every movement, and your lips moving passionately against his own. 

“E-Eren -” you cry out when you break apart from the desperate kiss, Eren’s fingers tightening around your neck when you try to move. “They-they’re gonna hear us!” 

Your realization has Eren chuckling darkly - you were just so cute. Didn’t you realize that was the entire point?

“No shit?” he grins mischievously, green eyes latched onto your bouncing tits. Leaning down, Eren moans when he wraps his lips around your nipple, pulling it into his mouth and nibbling slightly when you bounce on him particularly hard. The stimulation has you moaning and clamping down on his cock, and Eren continues fucking up into you desperately at the feeling. 

Rutting his length through your soaking folds, Eren tightens his grip on your hips. 

“Y’feel so fucking good, baby. Gotta let everyone know who you belong to,” Eren grunts, his lips mouthing over the swell of your breast as the familiar coil of desire tightens inside him. 

You catch onto the jealousy tinging his tone, and a sudden smugness fills you at the thought. 

Eren is jealous.

“Oh?” you begin, rolling your hips in such a way that has Eren hissing. He stretches you out even more when you rock loose circles over him, your cunt sucking in his cock over and over. Your fingertips graze his toned chest, and Eren’s head falls to the crook of your neck as you tug at one of his nipples. 

“You don’t like the idea of that guy flirting with me? You don’t like it when other people think about fucking me?” you egg him on, leaning down so that your lips teasingly brush against his lips. You smirk as Eren’s eyes turn dark, a possessive tint gleaming in them. 

However, a harsh thrust has you gasping, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as Eren’s fingers begin circling your clit. All you can do is clutch onto him as his calloused thumb catches against your hot nub, pounding into you at a relentless pain. 

“Keep talking and we’ll both find out what that mouth can do,” Eren warns, voice thick with tension and a desire to fuck you full of his cum. He presses inside of you deeply, pushing past the slight resistance of your walls until you’re pressed fully against him. You both gasp and moan at the feeling of him so deep inside of you, falling into each other’s touch as deep, shuddering pants fall past your lips. 

“W-we both know what my mouth can do, baby,” you retort, voice teasing as you push Eren further. 

You know you’re playing a dangerous game. However, perhaps the sight of Eren all pissed off and jealous gets you off.

Maybe just as much as fucking you until everyone knows that you’re Eren’s gets him off.

Finally fed up with your attitude, Eren suddenly sits up, spinning you around until your face is pressed against the pillows, and your hips are up in the air. When he pushes inside of you again, the angle causes him to press inside of you so much deeper than before. 

The pleasure continues to build inside Eren as he fucks you roughly, your loud moans bolstering his ego as his cock pounds inside you. He licks his lips, feeling overwhelmed with lust at the sight of his cock burying inside your leaking cunt repeatedly. He will easily admit how addicted he is to your pussy - totally enamored and pussywhipped at the way your cunt sucks him in. 

“I think this position will keep all my cum inside you, don’t you think, baby?” Eren questions, leaning over your back to press his chest against your body. His strong arm circles your stomach, trailing teasing touches down to your clit. The way you moan and jerk back onto his cock has Eren giving in, pressing languid circles to your most sensitive spot. 

“Answer me, baby,” Eren warns, displeased when you give him no response. 

“Ah! Y-yes, Eren. Please, give me more!” you cry out, not even caring that your small group of friends were just beyond the wall. 

Again, a groan is ripped from his chest at your lewd words, rushing straight to his cock as it bumps inside you. All Eren can do is pull your hips back on his swollen shaft, adoring the way your walls crush him in the most delicious way. 

You were addicting, making Eren a willing addict. 

He pumps his cock inside of you in sloppy thrusts, obsessed with how your cunt milks him every time he pulls out. Pulling out almost fully, Eren groans when just the tip is stretching you out, pushing back in slowly to relish in the way you clench down on him. He’s gasping for air now, feeling suffocated with pleasure as you whine for him, feebly trying to fuck back onto his aching length.

Eren’s breathing is shallow and sexy as it fans across the nape of your neck, and you gasp when you feel his tongue tracing your skin. 

“You belonged to me before I even made you mine, baby.”

sapiosexual.

━━━━━━━━ eren yeager.

⤷ fem!reader, stoner!eren, jealous!eren, face fucking (69), oral (f received), cervix kissing, slapping (titties, face, ass), hair pulling, finger sucking, overstimulation, degrading, praising, spit play, reader creams, brief daddy kink, eren is feral af, aftercare for us softies.

⤷ mocha’s note; thank you to that anon who says this song reminds them of eren. i can’t stop playing it now. been on repeat for days.

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“yo,” is the first way eren greets you, nodding his head as he brushes past you after you open the back door, sneaking him into your home late in the afternoon, already smelling of weed with his hands stuffed into his black hoodie, the hood over his dark brown hair as he chews his gum. he remembers to take off his shoes so he wouldn’t track mud over the house, grabbing them and hiding them in the closet in case your parents came home early. he’s lightly coated with rain, the mixture of it with his cologne fanning over the area.

“hey,” you softly smile, eren taking one hand out to do your signature handshake, slapping them side by side, sliding your palms together before snapping your fingers.

“what’s good with you?” his gruff voice asks, already walking upstairs to your room.

“nothin’ much, classes been busting my ass,” you shrug, following behind him. you lock your door and find him sitting in his usual spot when the two of you hang out for a smoke sesh. comfortably leaning back in your gaming chair with his thighs spread, his brown hair falling to his shoulders.

“you’re rewatching this shit again?” eren grumbles about the series thats on your screen, nodding and smiling like an idiot, eren referring to the vampire diaries. you’re definitely on your tenth mark.

“i love it, you know this.”

“yeah,” he’s pulling out a honeybun flavored backwood along with his stash of weed, turning to your desk and doing what he usually does.

“you never let me roll,” you whine, eren turning to look you up and down, your black shorts practically swallowing your thighs and ass. his stare lingers before he breaks it away.

“your shit be fat,” he chuckles.

“fat and cute,” you roll your eyes. “it hits faster.”

“doesn’t.”

you take a seat on one of your beanbag chairs, knocking back the rest of your wine you had with dinner an hour ago and happily watching him roll, always intrigued by it. he side eyes you as he runs his tongue along the sheet, telling you to stop and finish enjoying your stupid show to which you throw your plushie at him as a result. you can tell his half buzzed by his body language, sort of sluggish and barely talkative. you switch to youtube and play a bunch of random music videos after he finishes, eren letting you hit first and laughing when you cough. you’re still learning. and you’ve only ever smoked with him like twice so far.

“clear out your throat like i told you. suck in your breath and then inhale it. hold it for ten seconds if you can, then release it.”

you follow his instructions, holding the blunt between your fingers like a cigarette and taking your puff. the elated look in your eyes makes eren happy, tapping under your chin with his hooked finger proudly. you pass it to him, and it continues until it’s nothing but a roach. you always start to feel it when you’re giggling too much. both of you relax and watch tv, eren not talking much which was kind of odd.

“found this polaroid of you at reiner’s,” eren says after a few minutes of silence. the word polaroid instantly made your heart stop, seeing the dark glare in his eyes as he pulls it from his hoodie pocket, giving it another look before showing you.

“why do you have it? jerk off to it or something?” you joke with a small laugh, only thing, he’s not laughing. his face remains straight, as if he’s mad about it. you raise your brow. “you did, didn’t you.”

“if you want the truth, I did,” he’s blunt about it, not unusual of him. it’s eren. “nutted so fuckin’ much, too.”

your cheeks grow hot, playing with the waist bead around your hip nervously. why’s he acting like this? “um, why are you telling me this?”

“why I nutted or why’d I take it?”

you roll your eyes. “both.”

“mhm, I don’t know,” he purses his lips. “saw it, thought you looked fuckin’ sexy, so I took it. the real question is—why did he have it?”

there was no point in lying. he’s your best friend, but reiner’s also your best friend—and his. he knew not to tell eren a fucking crumb of anything that went on between the two of you. eren didn’t take lightly to betrayal. you’ve known him for years, and he’s liked you for some time now. but to be honest, he’s a slut. even if you wanted to be with him you knew it wouldn’t work out because the man simply cannot keep his dick in his pants. he’s been trying to mess with you for some time now, especially after finding out that you make the majority of your bank from streaming on adult websites.

hey, can you drive me to the mall? i need some things for work.

work. you mean plastering your pussy on camera to millions of perverts. he remembers the text so vividly. the day even more memorable as he watches you buy ring lights, expensive ass camcorders and skimpy lingerie. you don’t know this, but he found one of your streams accidentally one night he was scrolling on the hub for the hell of it. you never wanted to tell him your user because you knew his obsession with you is already insane. you made sure to keep your face covered in a hot pink ski mask, but he noticed those lips of yours anywhere, plump like a bratz doll and that voice—that voice of yours he tries so hard to block out of his head.

“we did a video for my channel,” you say it so low he raises his brow and waits for you to say it clearer. you clear your throat, cottonmouth getting to you. “I asked him if he could film with me and we took pictures for the plot or whatever.”

eren spins the chair side to side with his legs, head tilted to the side as he ponders. “you fuck him?”

“I did.”

his jaw clenches instantly, iridescent eyes tinting to a darker shade as he slowly blinks one time. “it’s good you’re honest. I saw the video anyways. looked like you had a good time.”

your eyes bulge. “wait—huh? when?!”

“the butterfly on your ass was a dead giveaway,” he shrugs, completely ignoring you. “plus on the video where you deep throated your dildo, you were wearing the black babydoll I picked out.”

“oh my god, eren!” you gape at him, his bluntness overbearing sometimes. “you weren’t supposed to see that. fuck.”

“don’t worry, reiner didn’t show me, nor did he tell me,” he scoffs, shaking his head. “you really fucked him, y/n, really? my best friend? knowing how I feel about you?”

when he says it like that he makes you feel like the bad person. you swallow. “eren, nothing’s going on between us. it was just sex. didn’t mean anything. I promise it’s not going to taint the three of our relationships.”

he tongues his inner cheek. “both of you really have a lot of fucking nerve.”

and that’s when it’s your turn to get mad. “let’s not act like you ever had the ability to sit the fuck down and stop shoving your dick in anybody you walk by. you say you want me, say you have feelings for me, but then you turn around and fuck with other girls. explain that, because i’m confused.”

“oh, so we’re gonna act like all the times i’ve tried never existed?” eren’s leaning forward in his chair now, brows furrowed. “when I did try to only focus on you, it’s always a let down. you turn me down every time. you play dumb every time I touch you.”

“maybe because I didn’t want to have sex with you for that exact reason,” you fume, not expecting to get so pent up about it. “i know how you are. you think i don’t know you? i know you like the back of my fucking hand, eren. i’m sorry i was afraid to start anything with you in fear of you still fucking other women! it takes a lot to satisfy you. i’ve never seen you settle down and if you tried with me you’d probably fuck up a good thing.”

it’s silent for a while, the only sound being made was the creaking of the floor as he bounces his leg with agitation. he stares blankly at the floor.

“say something,” you ball your fists.

“come here,” eren rasps, taking his hands out his pockets and patting one of his thighs. without another thought, you’re crawling to him, sitting between his legs and glaring up at him with pouty lips, folding your arms around your midsection which plumps up your tits in your yellow tank top. eren bends down in his seat, his hair tickling your forehead he later kisses.

the soft gesture has usually been his form of i’m sorry. only this time he takes it further, softly wrapping his hand around your neck before lifting your head and locking his lips with yours. your eyes falter shut, savoring his taste, plump lips kissing him back as he grips you closer and deepens his kiss, groaning after tasting the cherry lipgloss on your lips. you weren’t expecting your body to grow this hot after a small makeout session, his lips like pillows and his masculine scent succumbing you. his pretty hair in your hand as you tuck the strands behind one of his ears and pick yourself up to kiss him harder, sloppier.

his thick tongue rushes over your own, swallowing your lips in his mouth and groping at your ass his hands snake down to play with. eren removes his mouth, pupils dilated and by now his dick is uncomfortably shielded in his jeans. he reaches down to unbutton his pants, keeping his eyes on you as you keep your hands to yourself momentarily, the sound of his zipper giving you excitement. you’ve seen his dick before, and that’s only because he had a few dick pics in his camera roll, being nosey on his phone. it was nice. but seeing it in person made your mouth water, squeezing your thighs together as he pulls his dick from his briefs, hard as fuck and leaking with so much precum. the head is a pinkish purple, shaft slightly wide with thick veins protruding on the base and sides. he’s circumcised, of course. about eight to nine inches. definitely a gut killer.

“suck my fucking dick,” he whispers gently, nearly wheezes the command, cheeks flushed already just from a few smooches. you watch him with fascination as he angles his head and spits on it himself before saying, “put your hands on it first.”

both of your hands reach for his dick, one resting above the other as you stroke after applying slight pressure, twisting both your hands as he holds your face in his hands, brows knitted. he hisses from your touch, complaining briefly that your hands are cold. you blame the temperature of your room.

“sorry.”

“s’okay, baby. open that pretty mouth f’me,” he sighs, drunkenly observing you as you widen your mouth, eren tracing them with his fingers before sinking them in, lowering his jaw from the warmth, his dick twitching in your hands.

“I like a lot of spit,” eren says, thrusting and twisting his fingers to prep your throat. your eyes water the deeper they sink, until you’re gagging on his fingers and he’s grinning when your saliva starts to pick back up, knowing weed gives you crazy cottonmouth. “sss, that’s it, there we go.”

he holds onto your jaw to ensure your mouth stays open, guiding you down to his aching dick you drool over, widening your jaw to accommodate him as he sits back and lets you work. his emerald eyes are closed, breathing through his nose as you hollow your cheeks and bob your head, stroking altogether with two hands. he spreads his thighs wider, your nose brushing onto his heaving stomach, the hood on his head slipping off since he can’t seem to stop moving.

“fuck, doing so good,” he hums, sucking on his lips as you take him to the back of your throat, eren putting his hand on your head to keep you there for a few seconds, whispering ‘yes, baby. take it all’ until you can’t anymore, lifting your head and panting over the head. he moans when you only suck on the tip, swirling your tongue around and taking his balls into your mouth next, sucking, eren making an inhumane noise before stopping you.

“ard, stop—fuck,” he pulls you off with a breathless laugh. you sit on your knees adorably before him, biting back your smile as you clean your face with your hand. you want to say something smart but you figured now wasn’t the time, his face switching quick as he stands to his full height, reaching his arms behind his back to pull his hoodie over his head, tossing it aside, the black shirt he wears underneath hiking up to give you a peak of his toned torso.

you stand up, the silver necklaces on your neck dangling as you bend slightly to pull down your shorts, bare underneath. you turn so he can see that cute butterfly tattoo on your ass he’s liked since the first time he saw it. holding your hand when you got it, now that he remembers. this same tattoo that reiner had his hands on as he gripped your ass and fucked you hard into this same exact bed he’d given a dirty look the instant he stepped into your room. his anger doesn’t suffice, coming behind you and smacking your ass, watching it jiggle and humming when you gasp.

“lay down, hang your head off the bed.”

your eyes nearly roll back, eren reading you so well as you take your spot on the bed, laying flat on your back, not before arching it on purpose just so he can catch a cute glimpse of your pussy, already wet and waiting for him. eventually, you’d known all along you’d fuck him, and you’re glad he understands your mutual frustration. more him than you. eren notices your act but doesn’t say a word, nonchalant face down packed. you’re on your back now, hanging your head off the edge of the bed like he asked, holding your knees up to your chest.

his skinny legs waltz towards you, veiny hand holding his cock after he shuffles his jeans down to his feet, admiring your body as he taps his dick on your lips. you dart your tongue out occasionally, eyes half-lidded, your high getting to you now along with the blood rushing to your skull.

“nasty fuckin’ whore,” eren grits, inching his body over you and letting his fingers explore your drenched cunt, spanking your clit three times before gently rolling the pads of his fingers over it, your moans unfortunately not foreign to him given his recent exposure to your naughty acts. “you can show reiner this, show millions of people this sweet lil’ pussy, but not me?”

again, you stay quiet, figuring he’s really just mumbling out words of frustration, not giving you a lecture. one thing he will do is give you a warning. show you that he’s perfectly capable to maintaining a relationship. that he can fuck you better than reiner. satisfy you. make you happy. only if you let him try.

“if you can’t breathe just tap my thigh,” the ball in his throat bobs as he swallows, sliding his dick into your mouth until he can see the outline of it in your throat, clutching your neck with one hand as he thrusts his sharp hips, hearing how sloppy you take him, gargling around his cock that hurts your jaw in the best way. he keeps his pace slow just so he can toy with you, slapping the side of your face after petting it and calling you his good girl.

“I like your throat. nasty as fuck. gonna beat your pussy til’ you wanna run. til’ you start scratching me. til’ you start crying and saying you can’t take it. but i’ll make you fuckin’ take it.”

you moan after every promise he makes, and you know he’s not lying by the growl in his tone, by the way he swivels his hips to fuck his cock faster, your hand coming to grip onto the back of his thigh, breathing through your nose and trying your best for him to handle it a little longer. he’s slapping your tits now, tugging your tank so it sits just under them, pinching at your perked nipples. he’s playing with your pussy more, running two fingers between your folds before dipping them into your hole and stretching you out, massaging your walls as you moan and he holds your knee still to keep your legs apart. at one point he slows his thrusts, pulling his dick out after you tap his thigh like he said, catching your breath only to choke once he begins strumming your clit like some sort of instrument. flicking at your clit until you’re crying and moving your hips frantically.

you’re becoming lightheaded, and eren knows your signals by now, studying your body in those filthy videos you make. what you like to do to yourself, how you like things done. how fast you cum. how hard you cum. how you scream, cry, curl your toes or whimper.

“f-fuck, eren. s’too much,” you whimper, clamping your legs shut over his arm, moving your head to the side to watch him. he makes matters worse as he spits over your pussy, thick tongue lolling out to lick, mouth sucking and tasting your juices with his eyes rolling back. dying to be familiar with this taste for the longest.

you squeal in shock as he picks you up by your waist, neck bending as you wrap your arms securely around his thigh, eren burying his face in your cunt, messily eating at it as his spit trails down your ass, sucking and rolling your clit in his mouth like his favorite candy. you scream as he starts fucking his tongue inside you, bobbing his head to dig it deep as possible. you scream when you cum, the elicit noises from him sloppily eating your pussy and moaning against you drives you there, your toes curling and your sounds high pitched, racing in his head.

he sets you back down, swiftly turning you around and spanking your ass as you tremble, biting at your plump lips and sniffling, your head all fuzzy. he turns you so you’re on your stomach, positioning you on your knees as your upper halve weakly lays flat, arms sprawled out. eren pulls the hair tie from his wrist off by his teeth, pulling his hair up into a bun as he dangerously makes eye contact with you. you smile into your shoulder blissfully, knowing he’s going to wreck your shit. tapping his head at your pussy with a wet pat pat a few times, he sinks inside you, your cunt swallowing and clenching him with ease, clit still beating from the previous orgasm.

eren has zero mercy for you, jaw locking as he puts all his weight into his hands that hold down your backside, rolling his waist like the fucking devil he was and fucking you hard, snapping his hips like he’s in heat. not jackhammering, or fucking like a rabbit, no—he’s fucking you. clapping his toned hips against your ass hard while keeping his pace slow.

“yes, daddy! fuck,” the word slips from your mindless brain, whining into your duvet and letting him use you, taking it without complaints. he’s kissing at your cervix, knocking against it like an animal. it hurt so good. you can feel your gut twisting, moaning as he wraps his fist around your hair and tugs your head back, wanting you to be bold about your statement, the pillows muffling you. he likes what you call him a little too much, grinning sadistically and pressing his lips to your ear, telling you to ‘call me daddy again. i like that.’

and you do. you do everything he tells you to. tears leak from your eyes from the overwhelming pleasure and overstimulation, cumming yet again after he tells you your pussy is fuckin’ my dick like she didn’t get enough from reiner. gushing on it like she’s fuckin’ crazy.

“fuckfuckfu—erennn,” by now you’re spent, hugging your pillows close as you dry heave and your eyes flicker white like the damn exorcist. skin clapping picked up when eren feels those butterflies in his stomach, folding your forearms behind your arched back before drilling quicker. your hands shake wildly in his grasp, trying to push him back, too stimulated for another orgasm. but it all felt too good. you’ll never take any other dick but his. he’s your new treat.

“unh, you creamin’ on my shit,” he hisses, smacking your ass as his green eyes focuses on his dick dragging in and out of you, your cum smearing along his dick in a pretty white. “ooh, shit. i’m cumming. lemme cum inside you. i’ll get you a pill. kay baby?”

he doesn’t do it until you agree with streams of yes’s, eren grunting as he spills his cum into you, keeping your ass up to his abdomen as he humps against you, grinding as if he could go any deeper. he’s just in love with how good you grip his dick, visibly seeing it. fuck, you make him a mess. he can’t seem to move, and neither can you, panting above you before smoothing his hands over your backside, smacking your ass once more and gently kissing at your temple, telling you good shit before pulling out. you laugh at him, body flaccid as his heavy steps could be heard, distancing from you.

eren finds a fresh rag and wets it with warm water, coming back to you to clean you up, holding your face in his hands to wipe away your tear stained face, now feeling embarrassed that you got that out of control. eren kisses you once again.

“should’ve filmed that for reiner.”

visual. visual. visual.

© 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐞, 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝. 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞.

NEEDED YOU

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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Marshmallows On Top and Some Extra Whip

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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a force to be reckoned with

summary: eren gets to have his revenge and he is a force to be reckoned with. read the first part here . warnings: 18+ minors dni, whole lot of cursing and swearing, somnophilia, slight dacryphilia (but really only if you squint), hate fucking (although they're in love i swear), unprotected vaginal sex and also some playing with readers butthole (does this even have to be in the warning idk anymore), also once again kind of a toxic relationship word count: around 1.3k A/N: due to all the love i received on the last part i just had to write another one. thank you once again and i hope you enjoy!

eren wouldn't talk to you following the hallway-incident. even going as far as making your favorite food and not offering you any - such a whiny bitch, you'd think to yourself before ordering some pizza and enjoying it in your prettiest lingerie - a set of deep red lace. two knew how to play this game.

being honest with yourself, you'd have hoped for a more exciting punishment than whatever shit he was pulling off right now, behaving like a child who wasn't allowed ice cream before dinner.

he'd even go as far as to not bid you a good-night, disappearing into the bedroom and turning off the lights in the hallway. you'd let him sulk for an hour before slipping in between the sheets, the soft cotton gracing your thighs.

you'd be thankful for the kind of relationship you two shared. a little chuckle escaping your lips at the thought of it, how could anyone call this a healthy relationship?

still, all you'd ever need was the knowledge of erens unwavering love for you - and you were so sure of it, even with him behaving like a brat.

his breath was going at a steady pace, telling you he seriously went to sleep. you'd think about kissing his temple (or maybe slapping his pretty face awake and create a whole new scene) but ultimately deciding against it. the torture you put him through in the afternoon had to be enough for one day.

with a little smile on your lips, you'd follow him into a deep sleep.

and awake to two fingers forcefully pushing inside you, slick with erens spit. a gasp escaping your lips, you'd open your eyes and see erens silhouette cowering over you, one hand buried deep between your legs, the other by your side, balancing himself. the lights of the street lamps letting in just enough so you could make him out in front of you, his eyes seeming darker than usual.

he'd look fucking feral, like an animal ready to devour his prey. oh shit, you'd think, here it comes.

"awake already?" his raspy voice cutting through the silence of the night, "i was hoping for my dick to be buried deep inside your pussy before i'd have to deal with your squirming."

bringing his thumb to your clit and flicking against it, you'd buck your hips involuntarily, beckoning for him to keep rubbing against it. you'd feel yourself getting wet by just the thought of what he was about to do to you.

"you'd like this, don't you?" he'd say, bringing his hand to your thigh and holding you in place "behaving like a fucking bitch and then get what you want anyway?"

his following laugh let the hair on your neck stand up, making you aware of just how pissed he actually was. you were in for a very wild ride.

you'd try to steady your breath, to not give him the satisfaction of you begging him for his dick - another finger, something, anything more - placing a sly smile on your lips. "something tells me i'll get it anyway," hoping to sound more convincing, you'd add a playful laugh.

he'd see right through you, though, letting his fingers slip out of you and grabbing your thighs, pushing your legs up against your chest, "just wait."

no time to prepare yourself, he'd take his throbbing dick in hand and start pushing its head against your wet entrance, struggling to fit. "see, if only you'd have been asleep a bit longer - " his dark voice breaking at the moment he'd bottom out, "i would've had enough time to stretch your pretty pussy out a little more."

there'd be no air left in your lungs, the feeling of his cock splitting you open an all-consuming sensation robbing you from any clear strain of thought. he'd have you right where he was meaning to - trapped under his weight and unable to move away from him.

most times he'd give you enough time to adjust to his size, getting slick enough to take him without struggle. but not this time and you knew exactly why, feral lust creeping up in your tummy at the thought.

his hands moving up your sides - being a stark contrast to his hard thrusts - caressing your soft skin until coming to a stop at your cheeks, thumb stroking away a tear you didn't even know was there.

you'd open your mouth but the only thing leaving your throat being nothing else but a broken moan, causing eren to let out another breathy chuckle, "not that bratty anymore, are we?"

"such a pretty cunt indeed." - his eyes locking in with yours, pupils so far dilated he'd look like a cat at night, he'd keep on pounding you. moving one hand down to cup your breast, pinching your sensitive nipple, sending electricity through your body with every one of his movements. his dick twitching against your soft walls, now gliding in and out easily.

you'd finally gather up enough composure to lift your hand from where it was resting on his shoulder - moving it to his hair and once again grabbing a fistful of it, pulling his head to the side. "still got.. what i want," the words leaving your mouth shakily, his pacing would stutter.

"yeah, i guess so," he'd laugh, more lighthearted than you'd expect given the situation. bowing down, he'd pepper a soft kiss against your forehead "you're taking me so well, y/n, just like you were meant to be."

leaning back, he'd let your legs slip down so you could wrap them around the small of his back. eren would move even closer, sliding his arms around your upper body and embracing you in a tight hug.

you'd swear your heartbeats were syncing up, the feeling of his chest pushed flush against you, his panting in your ear being everything you'd ever need in your life.

your hands racing his back, you'd feel the warmth in your abdomen grow unbearably hot with each of his thrusts.

"fuck, you're so perfect, sososo fucking perfect," his speech starting to slur as his motions were becoming ragged, bucking into you, his hands wandering down to your ass and grabbing your cheeks tightly. gathering up your juices with his fingers, smearing them everywhere.

he'd always get this messy and you'd love it, especially when his thumb would start stroking your opening, playfully rubbing at it, sending shocks through your body.

you'd shiver even though you'd be so hot with him on top, your toes curling "'m close," being all that could leave your lips.

"it's alright baby," he'd say, pressing a kiss on your collarbone, "you can cum for me."

this would be enough to send you over the edge, the heat crashing down on you, leaving you a buckling mess underneath him, tingling with sensation.

"so beautiful when you cum on my cock," erens pace starting up again, "all because of my cock deep inside of you-"

"yes, love," your hands finding his hair again, his oh so marvelous hair, running your fingers through it, "and because you allowed me to."

with that, he'd come undone - moaning your name in a hazy slur, over and over again while pumping his hot, white seed into you.

you'd carry him through it, bring his head down and pepper him in kisses until he'd slump over you. his breath would be as shaky as yours while the two of you were riding out the aftershocks together.

you couldn't tell if seconds or minutes had passed, already drifting into a deep sleep when you hear his voice:

"i love you, you know that, don't you?"

and you'd laugh "of course i do, shithead. and i love you too."

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kay sorry but im just having INTENSE brainrot for armin rn! like, imagine armin getting super jealous when he sees jean or connie flirting with you, so he just takes you home and fucks you rough and possessively and is all like 'im not jealous. I'm being completely reasonable' and 'you're naive if you think he just wants to be friends with you' like aghhh I'm down so bad

oh wow this is so good i -

001. w/c: 0.8k | mean!dom armin x f!reader

002. cw: smut (mdni), mean armin, possessive armin, cursing, armin being jealous, slight degradation (not really), armin spits in your mouth lol, armin is really fucking pissed

@yujishima here you go -

Armin has always been a bit protective over you. Why should he not be? You’re the love of his life. Literally - his heart beats for you and cock throbs for you. Your every interaction with him leaves his heart pounding against his chest, overwhelmed with the notion that you’re his. Having you in his arms, gracing him with those deep smiles as you press a sweet kiss to his jaw, always leaves Armin feeling a bit hazy off love. Always leaves him grinning drunkenly, lips quirking up on one side, and wrapping his strong arms around your waist to pull you in his lap.

However, there are certain instances where that protectiveness twists into possessiveness. Such as when, earlier, Jean had shamelessly flirted with you right in front of your boyfriend.

“He’s so obvious it’s fucking embarrassing,” Armin grunts, losing control of himself as his wet chest leans over you. Fresh from his shower, his blonde hair drips water onto your breasts, pressed up and pushed against his chest as he fucks into you hard.

Armin’s lips are hot against your skin, mouthing over the swell of your breast, licking over your pert nipple before catching it in his mouth. Sucking on it, Armin deeply moves his hips, holding back your thighs to thrust roughly inside your sopping cunt. His intense actions are impatient and demanding, intoxicating you as he knocks the breath from your lungs.

All you can do is gasp around his cock, shamelessly pounding into your tight cunt as you clamp down on him.

“S-shit baby, fuck -” Armin grunts out, expletives falling past his plump lips as he buries his cock inside you. He leans his head down, nosing against the crook of your neck as his fingers come down to rub tight, precise circles against your aching clit.

“A-Armin!” you cry, his hands grabbing onto your hips harder to grind against that spot. The fat, leaking tip of his cock bullies against it, and Armin’s breath is irritated as he mouths against your neck. Roughly, Armin grabs onto your jaw, fingers bruising as he forces you to meet his intense gaze.

“I’m not jealous,” Armin justifies, growling against your lips as he pulls you in for a searing kiss. It is breathtaking, as Armin steals all the air from your lungs until your chest constricts tightly. “I’m being perfectly reasonable.”

Catching his lip between his teeth, Armin lets out the heavy grunts that pile deep in his chest. “Stay still,” he seethes, slightly annoyed at how you continuously writhe underneath him.

“Armin -” you cry out for him, eyes rolling to the ceiling when his thick, bulbous tip thrusts deep into your sopping cunt. He swears under his breath, arms straining with the effort to hold him up as he fucks into you harder.

“That’s it, baby. Say my name just like that,” he demands, blonde hair falling against his face as he tilts his head up in pleasure. Over and over, Armin ruts his thick, throbbing cock inside of you, relishing in how you clamp down on him with a vice-grip.

Choking a bit when your walls tighten even further around his aching shaft, Armin almost collapses against you. His strong muscles pull taut as his body contracts in pleasure, gasping for air as his hips move in loose circles.

You drive him crazy - Armin could barely handle it before he was pinning you to the mattress, fucking his cock deep into you. Slamming back into you, Armin roughly grips onto the back of your neck, pulling you into a sloppy, messy kiss as his cock drives possessively into your soaking pussy.

Armin feels hazy off lust - blinded with jealousy and possessiveness as he roughly moans into your mouth. With how good you’re milking his cock, sucking his aching shaft and hot, swollen tip back inside of your sweet pussy, Armin has half a mind to propose right then and there.

“Fuck - gonna cum deep inside this pussy, leave it leaking down your thighs so Jean can see just who you belong to,” Armin growls, a sound that has your hips keening up as his fingers catch against your clit. Raw desperation coats his words as you clench around him, crushing the head of his cock as he bullies it back inside you.

“G-god, Armin,” you manage to get out, feeling drunk off his cock as he fucks you.

“Feels too fuckin’ good,” Armin groans out, sucking your bottom lip into his mouth as his thrusts turn bruising. Licking into your mouth, Armin makes sure to part your lips, breaking apart only to spit in your mouth, meanly. “Take it,” he sneers.

The knots inside his stomach start to tighten, clenching in his lower abs at the sensation of you squeezing around him so deliciously. He pounds into you vigorously, making sure you take all of his aching cock as he licks his lips.

Armin drags his cock inside of you, the grip on your thighs possessive and impatient as his leaking tip kisses your cervix. When he leans down, Armin’s breath is heady and hot against the column of your throat, pressing his cock even deeper inside you.

“Gonna keep fucking you like this ‘till that bastard knows who you belong to.”