SAY YOU LOVE ME.

SAY YOU LOVE ME.

eren yeager | smut, slight fluff, angst if you squint | aristocrat!au

wordcount: 5.8k

content: upper class shenanigans, softdom!eren, fem!reader, oral (receiving), penetration (missionary and doggy), rough sex, pet names (princess, beautiful, etc.), crying, dick drunk reader, daddy kink, eren is a liiiittle pushy and an asshole (just a tiny bit), both of them holding a very weird hatred for each other (idk how else to describe it), unprotected sex (use protection kids)

― synopsis: being the heir of the biggest company in paradis holds it's challenges but no one prepared you for eren yeager

note from pooh: this turned out to be longer than expected lmao, writing smut after a long time is so hard omg i never know what the hell to say, hopefully it's not that obvious. i'm not too happy with it but i'm so over re-writing it at this point hahaha.

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“Oh don’t look so glum,” your mother chastised, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “Enjoy yourself my love.” Her diamond earrings glistened in the warm candle light cascading from the chandeliers of the grand ballroom. She was an angelic vision in her lilac dusted gown, the same diamonds as the ones in her ears speckled through the fine fabric like dew on flower petals.

You sighed, sipping from your recently refilled glass of white wine. “Easier said than done.” Your gaze moved with the dancing crowd below you, dots of assorted colours and jewellery, black, white, green, pink. You hadn’t seen him yet.

She chuckled at your seriousness. “Do you really think hiding yourself away up in the balcony is going to solve your problems?”

Yes. “What else am I supposed to do?” You sent her a questioning side glance.

“Oh I don’t know… go down there? Dance? Mingle? God forbid you have fun.” She positions herself at your side against the banister, dress brushing against your own.

Silently you leaned your head on her shoulder, a scent of vanilla and roses floating from her skin. “Is he here?” You whispered as you played with the delicate lace on your sleeves.

“He is.” She replied solemnly, resting her head on top of yours.

Your heart sank as her words solidified your anxiety. Of course he was here, how could he not be?

The man in question was one Eren Yeager, son of Lord Grisha and Lady Carla of Maria. A man who had been a thorn in your side since you were children. Lord Grisha generated his wealth from his medical practices littered across the country, this was valuable to your family, valuable enough to do business with.

Your parents thought it a good idea for you and Eren to become acquainted, being about the same age, maybe something would blossom. Though the only thing that did blossom was the growing hatred between you both. You somehow were always getting on each other’s nerves, so much so that you began to despise him. It started with small childish things, hair pulling, petty fights over trivial topics like who got to have the last of everything, but when you hit adolescence he made it a point to make a snarky comment no matter what you were doing.

“What the hell happened to your face?” He’d scowled at you one afternoon while you lay idly in the grass reading a book. It just so happened to be the same day your mother decided you were old enough to start wearing makeup.

You threw him an irritated look. “It’s makeup.”

“Your mother let you leave the house looking like that?” His shadow covers your face as he leans over you curiously, running a finger along your cheek.

“Piss off Eren!” He laughs as you throw your book at his face, easily dodging the hardback.

It was even worse as you came of age to actually date. He somehow managed to wriggle his way in and meddle with all your potential suitors, spreading rumours, interrupting dances and private conversations. There was a time everyone believed you’d slept with all of your father’s business partners, of course it wasn’t true but that didn’t stop your parents from losing their minds over the allegations. Your reputation was an important one, it was make or break in this dog-eat-dog world you were born into. You never really did find out who or where that rumor came from, but you had a funny feeling Eren had something to do with it.

“Maybe he’ll behave himself now that he’s in public.” Your mother continued.

“Fine I’ll go, but if he says anything out of turn...” You looked to her, finding no trace of disapproval, just her soft features watching sway of dresses below.

“You’ll be fine.” She shifts to stand upright again before kissing your temple. “What’s the worst that could happen?” She smiles, disappearing through the curtain draped over the entryway of the balcony.

Sighing, you down the last of your wine and readjust the bust of your dress, smoothing over the lace that hung off your shoulders, dress twinkling in the light like stars at dusk. With a deep breath you found your way to the staircase that led onto the ballroom floor, hesitating at the top as you watched a parade of colour flutter by. You had yet to see Yeager, you reassured yourself. And hopefully you’d go the whole night without the misfortune of running into him. As you began your decent your mother’s words echoed through your mind one last time.

What was the worst that could happen?

Foreign and familiar faces welcomed you with curtseys and bows of reverence while you walked through the crowd, head held high and a bright smile on your face, greeting your family’s many business partners.

Being the heir to one of the largest companies in all of Paradis held a lot of responsibility, the primary one, being the picturesque daughter your father sought you out to be. Proper, intelligent and scandal-free. Something that was already hard to do in a sea of people who fed off of gossip.

“Lady y/n.” A kindly voice pulled you from your thoughts. “Could I interest you in a dance?” Jean Kirstein - the newest addition to your fathers growing list of associates- greeted you coyly with a hand outstretched in invitation.

You gave a half-smile “Of course.”

He was a handsome man to say the least, with tussled blond hair and a smile that had butterflies churning in your stomach. His suit was a classic black and white three piece, a teal tie bringing a pop of colour that complimented his alluring hazel eyes.

With one hand in yours and the other securely on your waist, he whisked you out onto the dance floor, taking the lead as he began moving you in time with the music. His gentle gaze never left yours as you floated across the floor effortlessly, touch warm against your hips that he guided in a rhythm that met his own.

“You’re quite good at this aren’t you?” Your playful expression made him chuckle.

“Of course my lady,” he replied, spinning you before continuing. “I had to make a good first impression didn’t I?”

The tempo rose with the changing routine and it was time to switch partners. He laid a soft kiss on your hand before releasing you in another spin, a laugh bubbling in your chest as you landed in the arms of your next partner.

“Good to see you’re enjoying yourself my lady,” your smile faltered as you looked up to see the face of the man you’d so desperately tried to avoid all night. “Don’t look so upset, frowning was never a good look on you?” A smirk hung on his lips as he towered over your smaller frame, loose hairs framing his face as he pinned you with mischievous eyes.

“What are you doing here, Eren?” You spat, feeling your skin tingle where his touch slowly made its way down the small of your back.

A huff left his chest. “I was sent an invitation? Why were you hoping I wouldn’t come?”

“Yes,” you retort. “I was hoping for a night of peace.”

He extended an arm and spun you in place, then roughly pulled you back into his chest. “You and I both know that’s never going to happen.” There was a knowing undertone in his voice, a tone that you knew always held bad intentions.

“Why must you always ruin my night?” You carped, trying your best to maintain your composure. There were too many important people around for you to make a scene and not face the consequences, but the longer he spoke the closer he was to pushing you there.

He dipped you low and your gaze caught Jean’s, who smiled at you softly while dancing with a women in red. How you yearned to be back in his arms again.

“So you and Kirstein? What’s that about?” Eren nodded to the man in question as he brought you back up again. Your breath nearly left you with how close his lips were to your own, too distracted by that fact you didn’t even register his question.

“What?” Your brows furrowed at him as you took a step back to put some distance between you.

He met you with an icy expression. “Are you and Jean...an item?” He pressed, voice faltering at the end as if it pained him to even say those words. Why did he care?

“No, he’s an associate of my father’s, why does it matter?” You answered honestly, unconsciously moving your hand from his shoulder to his chest, running your index finger over the key shaped pin on his jacket collar.

“You seem awfully fond of someone who cleans horse shit for a living.” You catch him glance over his shoulder to where you could only assume Jean stood, not missing the irritation in his voice.

“He does not,” your hand smacks his chest. “He runs the biggest transport company in the country, horses are just one of his divisions.”

Eren rolls his eyes at your defensiveness. “Oh so you do like him. I didn’t know you enjoyed the smell of horse shi-”

The song comes to an end and you break away from him before you do something you’d regret. You opened your mouth and closed it again, fist balling at your side as everything you ever wanted to say became stuck in your throat. For all the belittling, the mocking and the embarrassment, you wanted to let him have it, but something held you back. Your tongue was stiff as he watched you with an inscrutable expression, waiting for you to break.

Instead your face softens, an equally unreadable expression etched upon your features. “Thank you for the dance Eren, good evening.” You said simply, giving a final curtsey before turning your back to him, you weren’t going to give him the satisfaction.

With a hastened pace you pushed your way through the sea of guests, odd looks cast your way as you haphazardly bumped into a server holding champagne, making you lose your balance. The glasses clattered to the floor with a loud shatter, most of it spilling on your dress in the commotion as you landed on your hands and knees in the liquid. The crowd around you gasped and sneered, encircling your distressed figure, on the floor, apologetic and frantically searching for an exit. You saw Eren among them, a taunting glint in his eyes, as if he enjoyed seeing you like this. Beneath him.

You were mortified.

“Y/n! Are you alright?” Jean’s voice broke your fixed gaze. The man knelt down to help you up, taking his hand in yours. To his surprise you tore your hand from his, offered him a pained smile and curtsied half-heartedly.

“Excuse me.” You choked before speeding up the staircase, uncaring of the array of murmurs and snickers that followed your abrupt and dramatic exit.

This was his fault, Eren fucking Yeager. You cursed as your feet blistered in the tall heels you’d been wearing the whole night, reduced to hobbling down the long hallway, body stick and damp from alcohol. This was the worst that could happen, you thought. As if being ridiculed wasn’t enough he had to go and add insult to injury with his stupid fucking face mocking you from the crowd.

Was this his plan? To rile you up so much that you’d slip up in front of everyone that was important to you? To your family?

“Fucking Yeager!” You growl, stepping into your room and slamming your door shut behind you. You began pulling pins from your hair tossing them onto your vanity in frustration, strands falling over your shoulders as you kicked off your shoes in the process. You were done with this evening, with everyone and everything associated with it.

As you finally tore the last pin from your hair you heard a knock at your door. “I’m not accepting guests at this time!” You called out, frustrated with the ties on your dress. There was silence, then another knock. “Go away!” A string of curses fall from your lips as your fingers continue to slip against the silky fabric. “This couldn’t possibly get any worse.” You sigh. Then you heard your door open. “I said go away-!”

The source of your fury stood leant against the door frame, an arrogant aura emanating from his figure as he watched you struggle to undress. “How unladylike-”

The shoes you had discarded on the floor found their way into your hands and you aimed for his head, disappointed as he narrowly dodged object. “Get out!” You glowered at him, other shoe in hand ready to throw.

He gave you an incredulous look, smoothing the loose strands on his forehead displaced due to evading your attack. “Are you insane?!” He shouts, picking up the shoe you’d just tossed at his face.

You threw the other shoe, this time at his groin, to which again he narrowly dodged. “Have you not had enough of making a fool of me today? You had to come up here to see your work first hand?” You’d given up on your calm façade, letting your emotions spill as you saw fit in the privacy of your room.

“You’re blaming me for that disaster?” He brayed, both of your shoes now in his palms.

“Of course this is your fault!” You spat callously. “The constant degrading, the fucking agony you put me through every event. You love to humiliate me every chance you get! And for what? Your own twisted sense of humour?” Your chest heaved as you found yourself mere inches from him, breast almost against his in your fit of rage, defeated tears spilling down your flushed cheeks.

You hated to cry, especially in front of Eren but at this point you couldn’t think of anything else to do. The pained attempt to stop the tears from falling ended in hundred more flooding out, you couldn’t bottle it all up anymore, not this time.

Silence filled the room, save your shallow shaky breathes and his deep ones. His face was once again unreadable, eyes scouring yours, for what you didn’t know. Abandoning your shoes on the floor, his hand brushed a stray lock of hair that curled at your collarbone, grazing the skin there as his now softened gaze lowered to your lips, then back to your watery-eyed glare. The touch set goosebumps upon your skin as he continued up your neck to your jaw, wiping a thumb over your tear stained cheek.

“Let me make it better.” He breathed onto your lips, pleading eyes piercing into yours. His thumb traced your bottom lip tenderly, time slowing as his lips met yours. He walked you backward further into your bedroom by your hips, closing the door behind him with an audible sound that reverberated off the hinges. His hand shifted to caress the back of your neck, pulling you into him further to deepen the kiss, moulding against your lips as he used his other hand to loosen the knot in the ties of your dress.

When the back of your knees hit your bed you parted, out of breath and thinking bit clearly. “Eren,” you sighed, forehead against his as your breathing fell in time with one another. “Please, we-” He places a kiss on your cheek, turning you around to have better access to the back of your dress.

“Shh.” He whispers. His fingers pry the ties free and from their loops and he watches your body visibly relax, finally released from the confines of the material. Softly he pulls the fabric from your arms and down your waist till it became a pool of colour on the carpeted floor. His jacket and tie join it as he flicked the first few buttons of his shirt open to expose the tanned expanse of his chest.

You felt oddly vulnerable in your underwear, even if this wasn’t the first time he’d seen you this way, his gaze still painted a flush upon your skin. Instinctually your arms came up to cover your bare chest, breasts almost spilling from between them.

He chuckles, neck lowering to plant a kiss on your shoulder as he smooths a hand over your stomach. “I’ve seen you like this plenty of times but you still hide from me.”

His fingers played with the waistband of your panties mindlessly, lips continuing their way up your shoulder. The heat of his touch has your mind going fuzzy, losing yourself in the way his hands trailed over your skin, familiar with every mark, every crevasse, every curve your body had to offer. Your lips part in a gasp as he bites into the soft flesh of your neck, sucking a dark bruise into the skin. “I’ll never get tired of seeing you like this.”

He turns you back around to face him, pushing you onto the mattress softly. His hips nestle between your thighs as his body envelops yours, pressing his hard-on against your clothed pussy.

“Eren.” With a sigh your hips squirm beneath his, attempting ease the arousal rapidly pooling at your core.

“Yes, sweetheart?” You lose your voice at the way his mouth paths down your collarbone, laving marks into the depths of your skin. His hands find yours still covering your chest and pries them away, entwining your fingers to pin your hands above your head. Beneath his intense gaze the flush on your skin deepened, struggling to keep still while your heart threatened to beat out of your chest. He looked like he wanted to devour you.

“Y/n.” He whispers mindlessly against your skin. Before you could answer him a gasp caught in your throat as his tongue encircled your nipple. He released your hands to cup your tits, rolling the other bud between his thumb and forefinger. “Keep them there.”

Your back arched unconsciously, rubbing yourself against his cock — still uncomfortably strained against the zipper of his trousers — causing a deep groan to sound from his throat, the sound alone making your clit throb.

“Fuck, Eren.” Digging your nails into your palms you struggled to keep them above your head, as you whined. It was embarrassing the amount of power he had over you, the way a simple flick of his tongue birthed an impossible ache between your thighs. After doing this with him for this long you’d think it’d have worn off by now.

“That’s it beautiful, say my name.” He coos, continuing his assault down to your thighs. His fingers curl around your panties and guide them down your legs, letting it join your dress on the floor.

A breathy moan escaped you as he wastes no time drawing a long strip from your entrance to your your clit, moaning at the way your arousal danced on his tongue. Pushing your thighs apart he did it again, dipping his tongue into you this time to gage your reaction.

Those sweet sounds he craved for weeks finally fell freely from your lips, like music to his ears. He drank in every gasp and every whimper as your head lulled back and your back arched, still obeying his instruction as your fingers dug into the bedsheets.

His cock twitched as you began rocking your hips into his face, matching the pace of his tongue fucking into your dripping cunt. How did he always end up here? Back in this position, on his knees, between your legs, savouring the way you tasted like it was the last time he’d ever get to experience it. How tightly did you have him wound around your finger? Pretty damn tight apparently. As much as he tried to deny it, push you away with insults, humiliation and bickering he always found himself here, worshiping your pussy.

He hated you for it.

“’Ren, please. Please, please, please, fuck.” Your thighs strained against his hold, trembling as you continued fucking his face.

Fuck, he could listen to you beg forever. “What do you want princess?” He asked in a husky tone, planting tender a kiss on your inner thigh. His eyes were glazed over, a deeper green than they were on the dancefloor. Fingertips ghosted your entrance as he waited for your reply, his breath on your clit making you clench around nothing.

“I need you... I need you inside me, please.” You panted desperately.

“Shit,” he mutters under his breath as you open your legs wider for him. “Look how wet you are.” The way your arousal dripped down your ass and onto the sheets made his mouth water, the view never got old. Reluctantly pulling away from you he finally rids himself of his clothes, sighing softly as he finally freed his cock from the confines of his pants.

The sight had your mind reeling. He reminded you of an art piece, like marble where the finest detail was carved to perfection. His skin glowed in the candle light, glistening in a thin veil of sweat with your arousal still on his lips — rosy and plush. Muscles pulsed as he reached behind his head to pull the band in his hair, freeing a cascade of long dark hair onto his back and shoulders.

He hovers over you, lips ghosting yours as he guides his cock through your folds with a hiss. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

“I’d hope so.” You reply with a cheeky grin, laying a kiss on his chin.

You yelp as his hand slaps your ass harshly, the sound reverberating off the walls. There was a handprint now burning red on your ass. “What was that for?” You hiss, trying to move your hips away but find them pinned to the mattress under his weight.

He bites your neck in reply. “For being rude.”

“Oh piss off.” He raises a warning brow as you roll your eyes.

Again he smacks your ass as punishment, this time harder in the same place. “Do that one more time, see what happens.”

The sting of your ass seemed to have clouded your judgement as you proceeded to take him up on that challenge. “Fuck yo-!”

Before you could finish your rebuttal he shoves his cock into you without warning, completely filling you to the hilt. Your hands find his shoulders instinctively, embedding crescent shaped marks into his skin. The sound you made was a mix between a gasp and a moan, both in shock and pleasure at the sudden intrusion.

“I’m sorry what were you saying?” Eren chuckles beside your ear, smirk evident in his tone.

A shaky breath leaves your chest. “I hate you.” You grumble in reply, the words coming out breathier than intended.

He shifts to rest his forehead against yours, a shit-eating grin still on his face. “If you hate me so much…” The pause is met with a harsh thrust of his hips, sending another moan tumbling from your lips. “Then why am I the only one that’s able to have you like this?” Your breath hicks as he repeats the same action, nose brushing his as he moved.

You didn’t have a real answer, it’s not like you didn’t seek sex from other partners, you did, but none of them could compare to the man before you. There was something comforting in how he knew your body inside and out, your expressions, the way your skin flushed under his touch, every moan and stutter. You trusted him with your body as he did you with his, but in doing so it fed into an addiction, one that could only be satisfied by Eren.

“Who said you were the only one?” You teased back.

His breath hit your nose as he huffed out a laugh. “No one can make you feel the way I do. Admit it.”

It was your turn to laugh. “Don’t flatter yourself. Anyone can do what you do, you’re not special.”

“Oh really?” His cock twitches inside of you, hips moving at an agonisingly slow pace. “Like who?”

“O-others, why do you need to know?” You stutter out, unable to draw a realistic name from the top of your head.

“I’d like to know who my competition is. That is if they even exist.” Your skin tingles as his nose traces the curve on your cheek. Eren knew exactly what that stutter meant. You were a liar. But that didn’t make going along with it any less entertaining.

“Of course they exis- fuck!” Pleasure overwhelms you as he hits a familiar spot, fingers playing with your clit as he continued his strokes.

“Mmm.” He groans against your cheek. “You know how much I hate lies y/n.” His pace doesn’t let up as he speaks, fingers and cock moving in time with one another, a sweet harmony that had you struggling to maintain your fragile composure.

“I’m not-”

Spank.

“Stop lying to me sweetheart,” he warns again upping the pressure on your clit. “Who’s the only one who can make you feel like this?” You could barely think, let alone speak as he continued his ministrations. Your pussy was a sopping mess, so much so that the lewd sound of your wet cunt taking his cock was audible with every delicious stroke.

Your breath fanned against his neck, hot and fast between moans and whines. The longer this went on the quicker your resolve dissipated and soon you were at his mercy. “You ‘Ren, it’s you.”

“I’m sorry?” He smiles, leaning his ear to your lips. “Say it again I don’t think I heard you.”

“Fuck, you’re the only one who can make me feel like this ‘Ren.” You repeat begrudgingly between breaths.

“Good girl.” With a kiss to your cheek he leans back on his heels, letting his cock slip out of you. “Turn over for me.”

Obediently you flip over on your hands and knees, chest brushing the mattress as you position your ass in the air. You feel him move over you, watching as he retrieves two pillows at the head of the bed to place under your hips, to which you happily lay on.

His hands slip themselves into the crease where your hips met your thighs, memorising the way your back arched in this position. He proceeds to run his thumbs over the small of your back, parallel to your spine before his grip tightens slightly and he’s pushing your hips into the pillows. Slowly he eases into you, moaning at the way your pussy engulfed him eagerly, tightening as inch by inch he drew deeper.

"Holy fuck, ‘Ren!” You cry, nails clawing the sheets. It was like he was in your stomach, if that was even possible.

His tongue paths it’s way up your spine, leaving spaced open mouth kisses on your skin till he reaches your ear. “Does that feel good princess?”

You could only moan in response, heavy breaths wafting your hair that had fallen over your face. He wasn’t even moving but he still managed to turn your brain to mush.

With a chuckle he pecks your shoulder. “I can’t hear you.”

“Yes.”

“Yes what?” His hip shift slightly, drawing a string of whines from your throat. “I want to hear you say it.”

“Yes, daddy.”

“Mhm.” The weight of his body leaves yours as he sits back up, pausing to give your ass a squeeze. “And what if move like this?” His hips draw back slowly before pushing back into you with a force that almost knocked the breath out of you. “That feel good to baby?”

“Yes, fuck it feels so good daddy.”

That was all the confirmation he needed to let go and fuck you into the bed the way he knew you loved. Hard and rough. Using your back as leverage he pressed into your skin, grip tight around your waist as he watched your ass ripple with every slap of his hips against your own.

You were so damn intoxicating it wasn’t even a joke anymore. There were days he’d actually miss this, miss you. Your face, your scent, your taste, how your pussy felt as it squeezed him at every inch, it was like you were made for him and vice versa. He’d never actually tell you any of that though.

This wasn’t love. It was sex, reoccurring mind blowing sex.

“Fuck, yes, yes, yes, yes!” By the way your toes curled he knew he was hitting that sweet spot along your walls. Satisfaction swelled in his chest at your cock drunk form scrunching the sheets between your fingers, losing your voice in the pleasure surging through your body.

“That’s it sweetheart.” Cooing, he slows his pace to pin your hands behind your back, trapping your wrists in one hand and using the other to play with your clit. “You love this dick don’t you?”

Mindlessly you reply. “Yes daddy, so deep in my pussy.” At this point you would say anything, do anything if he asked you to. With the way his dick kissed that spot inside you over and over it was hard not to lose yourself, to let your eyes roll back and just take it.

“You feel so good princess, fuck you take me so well.” He looks down to where your bodies met, almost cumming at the sight of you creaming all over his cock. Your nails were digging into the back of his hand that still pinned your hands to the small of your back, grip tightening as your thighs tensed.

“I’m gonna cum, I-I’m gonna cum.” You whine with a hick.

“Cum for me, sweetheart. Cum all over this dick.” He wasn’t going to be able to hold back much longer as you grew tighter with each passing stroke, but he needed you to cum first, he needed to watch you come undone on his cock.

“Eren!” You hold onto his hand for dear life as you fall over the edge, your whole body tightening as Eren fucks you through your orgasm, fingers still softly caressing your clit.

“Good girl, that’s it.” He praises, out of breath, soon following with his own high. White hot ropes of cum painted your insides as a variation of your name fell from his lips in an incoherent mess. Normally he’d never be caught dead cumming inside if it was any one else but because it was you he bent that rule.

You groan softly as your body grew heavy, sinking into the soft mattress. Almost ready to pass out then and there you feel Eren shuffle behind you, moaning as his cock slides against your walls, slowly drawing from your warmth.

He falls onto his back beside you with a sigh. “Come here.”

“Mmm.” You groan, still fucked out and limp with flattened pillows under your hips probably damp with his cum as you felt it leak from your hole.

He clicks his tongue and pulls you forward effortlessly by your arm, cradling you in his side. There was a long silence as you both lay there listening to the rhythm of each others breaths, content in the comfort you had both built after months of this routine.

When all this first began you refused to even look at each other after the fact, getting dressed and leaving the room immediately. But one drunken night when you woke up to find him still there beside you, arm around your waist and pulled into his chest, you couldn’t bring yourself to pull away. It soon became normal for you to lay like this, naked and vulnerable, listening to his heart beat.

“You okay?” He questions, still looking up at the ceiling.

“Tired.” You sigh softly. Your fingers traced the grooves of his chest, circling his pectoral mindlessly.

He exhales heavily. “Feel better?”

With a chuckle you trail your finger down his abdomen. “A little.”

The look he throws you has your smile grow wider. “Only a little?” He turns on his side, resting his head on his hand. “Still lying to me.”

“Gonna have to try a little harder than that, Yeager.” Teasingly you tap his nose, laughing at the way he frowns at your simple gesture.

He caresses your face with his free hand, running a thumb over your rosy lips. “You really think I don’t know you after all these years?” The question was longing, like he was reminiscing every encounter you two ever had.

“I didn’t think you paid that much attention after all these years.” You roll your eyes playfully.

“I’m observant.”

“You’re a nuisance.” You corrected, but despite your insult the smile never left your face.

“You love me.” The rebuttal caught you off guard, unsure if he was joking or not as his tone remained serious.

“Are you drunk, Yeager? Why would I ever love you?”

His face draws toward yours knowingly. “You wouldn’t still be here if you didn’t.”

“I-I could say the same for you.” You deflect, gesturing to his figure.

Did he really want to admit his feelings for you, after having pushed them down for so long? Did he even have feelings for you? When he saw you on the dancefloor for the first time tonight his stomach erupted in a flutter of butterflies. Not to mention when he watched the way you smiled and laughed with Jean. Who the fuck was he anyway? Some cooperate kiss-ass who shoveled shit for a living. Transport, what was Jean’s transport company compared to the medical empire Eren was managing? Is that what impressed you? What you liked? He followed the way Jean’s hands glided along your body, like he knew where to touch you, how to make you…

“Eren.” Your soft voice breaks him from deep thought. You look at him with those eyes you do, the ones that somehow manage to break his resolve every time.

“Let’s get you to a bath.” He smiles at you sadly, laying a kiss in your forehead and getting up from the bed. His fingers rake through dishevelled hair before offering you an outstretched hand.

You witnessed the way his green eyes dulled as they bore into yours sullenly. His expression was placid, unreadable as it always was when he decided to shut you out, an action you’d become all too familiar with as you came back to the reality of the situation.

Not wanting to question him on it you take his hand. “Lead the way.”

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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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sweet dreams,

kinktober day one.

summary: by squirming and unconsciously grinding your ass against his hips in your sleep, armin can’t help but release the tension he has accumulated for hours in a way you weren’t quite expecting.

content warnings: dark content, somnophilia, dub con, unprotected sex, stomach bulge, degradation and dirty talk, use of pet names, slight praising, creampie, cockwarming.

word count: 1.5k

Armin can’t sleep. Of course he can’t, with the way you squirm right beside him, cute ass bumping into his hard cock ever so often. It’s not like he didn’t try — Slowly shifting his position so he’d be less close to you. But as soon as the warmth of his body was nowhere to be felt, you’d start whimpering in your damn sleep like a stray puppy. So here he was all over again, suffering in silence, occasionally letting a grunt out here and there when he couldn’t hold back anymore.

He knows his hand will never be enough. His cock his so hard, balls painfully swollen… All because of you. It’s just like you’re doing this on purpose. But then, it hit him — The words you told him weeks ago. How it would be perfectly fine to you if he ever wanted to fuck you awake… In the middle of the night, or in the early morning. Words that definitely didn’t fall on deaf ears that day, now echoing in his mind as waves of relief wash over him.

Carefully, in the darkness, he wraps one arm around your waist, making sure to not wake you up in the process. He doesn’t want you to open your eyes until he sheathes himself inside you in one deep thrust, and this is the reason why he’s so meticulous with the way he frees his cock from its confine, gently pushing your panties to the side. Instantly met with the warmth and wetness of your pussy, Armin sighs, eyes rolling at the back of his head as he rubs the leaking tip of his cock against your slick folds.

Already so wet just for him? You sure planned this, there is no other way. His grip around your waist tightens, nose buried in the crook of your neck — He can feel your pulse, how stable it is. Your low breaths a heavy hint of your sleepy state. It’s only when he made sure his cock was coated in a nice sheen of slick that Armin pushed his hips forward in one swift motion, the latter crashing against your ass as he bottoms out.

There’s a gasp from you and a desperate grunt from him, eyes fluttering open and mouth hanging low. It’s such an unfamiliar sensation — Brain unable to process the informations fully, body struggling to find its way to awakening. But you can feel him in your throat, stealing the air off your burning lungs, hand pressing down the bulge on your stomach.

“Armin— what are you doing…” you sob, already overwhelmed and drowning in a sea of pleasure. Your question is silly, and you both know it: But it pulls the softest chuckle off his lips, teeth nibbling at your earlobe and fingers squeezing the flesh of your thigh.

“Don’t you know you’ve been a little whore for hours? Begging to be fucked even in your sleep, dreaming of my cock. You should thank me, I’m only here to give you everything you want, princess.” He whispers into your ear, lifting your leg up and locking it in place by keeping it in place with the fold of his elbow.

Blood rises up your face, fingers gripping the side of your pillow as Armin starts rocking his hips against yours. It’s no slow or tender, rather rough and desperate as his balls slap your ass with each thrust, spearing you on his cock over and over again until all you can do is babble and arch your back into him. Those little sounds you make are music to his ears, encouraging him to go even harder on you as you struggle to follow the rhythm he set.

“You’re gonna cum all over daddy’s cock, right?” he muses, tip of this tongue trailing down your shoulderblade. “That’s what you owe me.” Punctuating each word with a thrust, you feel the knot in your stomach tightening dangerously fast. The burning touch of his hand heading south, nails slightly scratching your flesh in the process until his fingers finally reach their destination — Your swollen clit that wants nothing be to be taken care of.

You don’t even know if it’s just because of him, or because your body refuses to be fully awake, yet you still nod, holding onto his right forearm for dear life. And when his slender fingers start rubbing your sensitive bud, head of his cock bumping into that special spot inside you, it’s when you come to the realization that you’re absolutely done for.

He can feel it too — From the way your body tremble against him, pussy fluttering around his length and moans growing more and more high pitched, he knows it’s only a matter of seconds before you tip off the edge. One more thrust, deep and calculated, and your mind goes blank. Glossy eyes and swollen lips, a single tear rolls down your cheek as you finally reach your high.

A strong and powerful orgasm that has your eyes fluttering shut, head lazily falling back and hips bucking against his hand. It’s a blinding pleasure, earthquake in the pit of your stomach and firework in your mind. Suddenly, all you remember is his name, strangled moans falling past your lips until your voice breaks for good.

And Armin would have killed to see a glimpse of your fucked out face in this exact moment. He would have done anything just to see that glassy veil on your eyes, the slight scrunch of your nose and the glistening beads of sweat messily coating a few strands of hair to your forehead. So he listens instead, and he feels too. He listens to your soft whimpers and heavy breathing, he feels the goosebumps running all over your skin.

“So good for me baby, so so good,” Armin hisses, struggling to fuck you with the way your walls are constricting his cock oh so painfully. But it’s the right kind of pain, one that has his growing pupils blown wide and hips stuttering. Pelvis flush against your ass and cock buried deep, he releases his load inside you in a few spurts of his hot cum, moan of both pleasure and relief falling past his pretty lips. It’s so much it’s already dripping down your inner thighs, cunt hopelessly pushing it outside as he fucks it back into you mercilessly.

And you feel so full. So full it has your head growing hazy and your body tensing. It pulls one last whimper out of your dry throat, thighs desperately trying to close to put an end to the overstimulation he has you going through.

With his arms wrapped around your waist, Armin peppers gentle kisses all over your shoulder, sometimes reaching for your neck and the side of your jawline. He waits for you to calm down, to fully come back to him as his hands caress your tummy in comforting slow circles.

“Can we… Stay like this for a bit,” you whisper, eyes already close and cheek buried in the soft fabric of your pillow. “Stay inside me, please.”

It took him off guard, raising a brow and opening his mouth only for a silent sound to come off it. But who is he to say no to his one and only princess after all, right? And if it can help you to stay still… He doesn’t have any choice but to give it to you.

“Of course. Try to sleep a bit, alright?” With one last kiss on your cheek, Armin pulls you impossibly closer to him, satisfaction flooding his mind only when your back is flush against his chest all over again. With his cock nestled in your warmth and your body against his, ghost of a smile stretches the corner of his lips as he closes his eyes, finally ready to sleep.

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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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imagine cockwarming w eren? like imagine him pinning u against the wall. hand tangled in ur hair, pulling w every thrust. imagine the sound of skin slapping against skin. like every time his thick cock slides in ur slick pussy his torso slaps ur ass. ur bent against the wall, ass in the air as he fucks u like an animal. raw. his balls slap against ur sensitive cunt. each second the sound erupting from u two gets more squelching and wetter. his fluids mixing w urs as it drips down ur leg. ur so high off of being fucked that drool drips from ur lips. “thats it. fucking take it baby. yes!” eren grunts, sweat dripping down his face. u choke on sobs of pure bliss and then silent as it catches in ur throat, “oh my fuckin god im gonna cum!” u scream. eren cant break free. he wants to but cant and u both finish, him finishing inside of u. emptying all his seed in u. ur legs shake as ur still in the position whereas eren slaps ur ass, “holy shit.” u both r breathing hard as you two end up in the bed. ur about to go use the bathroom when eren stops u. “wait, just a little longer. i got to be inside u.” just him saying that makes u almost wet all over again. from the previous act ur pussy is still slicked so he slides right in perfectly. “this is where i belong. in this delicious pussy of urs.” eren bits ur ear as ur pressed against him as he puts his dick right back inside u. like it always belong there. u feel full again and content. eren kisses the back of ur neck and ur cheek, whispering praises. he then rest his head against ur back as he is relaxing. u r also relaxing as u catch ur breath. connected and omfg i want this so bad wtf is wrong w me to put this now in my brain like fuck me!

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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