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➔ ﹒☼ Hot in herre. ☄﹑

Pairing — Basketball bf! Eren x Fem! Reader. —⁠☆

Synopsis — After his game Eren promises to treat you to something, but he can't deny his bratty girlfriend when she pleads for it a little earlier.

Cw — Smut (Mdni), Reader is imagined w big tits n thighs, also wears glasses, Awkward/shy! Eren, Virgin! Eren, you both have matching necklaces aw, Reader has curly hair, semi-public sex, boobjob w bra on + missionary, Praise: Angel + baby, etc, sprinkle of aftercare, goofy ending idk. + Inspired by @/kazushawty's cai bot.

Word count 3.5k + 59 paragraphs. FT @honeybleed @zarihaaa

"Okayyy, I see you, baby. Score against that corny ass motherfucker!!'' Your hands flapped up and down like some dehydrated bird, yet pridefully cheering for your tall, handsome brunette-haired boyfriend as you jumped up with an unstable theatrical landing. Your friend swore your expensive tortoiseshell Prada glasses flew off your face with the way they crashed like an airplane in turbulence onto Naj's lap as she gasped, jolting at the scene.

Way too energetic, but of course you were; this was your boyfriend's big game you were talking about, or everyone was talking about. Eren was one of the best players at the Shiganshina Eagles, and the way he was straight up bullying people on court made the crowd believe he had this fake Disney bad boy persona going on for him behind the scenes.

Which was completely wrong; you, his friends, and everyone on Eren's team knew he was the shyest yet most chill person on earth. He'd feel nervous simply about ordering his own food, even going outside he'd feel anxious to the world his heart only being at rest when you tagged along his every errand enjoying your sunshine-like presence so Eren of course loved his "He said no pickles." Girlfriend, he wasn't sure what he'd do without you if he were honest.

You've always wondered what he'd do if he ever went professional, playing basketball doing tons of interviews and invites to different social media stars podcasts, channels, or Twitch streams, but you figured he'd probably beg for you to come along with him. It was silly to think about how awkward Eren could be off the court, and somehow he was extremely clingy to you. That was something you loved about him, though.

People would also assume he had a six-flag line of girls before you, which is another horrendous misconception, especially since he rarely talked to anyone outside of his small circle. He may have dated Mikasa in the past, but it was just a bumpy early stage in life that either one of them refused to talk about; embarrassed they've ever dated.

It didn't mean you and Mikasa were enemies, though; the two of you were actually good friends, hanging out often. It shocked most people that you didn't fit the new girlfriend battling the crazy ex-girlfriend drama.

The thing that appalled you entirely was Eren telling you he's a virgin; body count didn't really matter to you as long as the guy under discussion didn't have thirty-something bodies, and on top of that, questioning a woman's body count.

You couldn't lie; it was very attractive to you that Eren decided to eventually wait for the right person to come along for that type of moment, or maybe it was just generally Eren's mindset on life that made him attractive. Either way, today was the day your boyfriend promised you after his game he'd treat you to something a little special.

Breaking you out of your thoughts Najma jokingly tapped your ass with your glasses. "Tweety bird, take your stuff and have a seat." She snickered at the nickname she gave you due to how much you cheered the whole game. Grabbing your glasses and putting them back on your face, you scrunched up your glossy lips as you rolled your eyes, attempting to come up with a response.

"Oh, hush, if it was Jean playing, you'd be doing the same thing." You retorted, facing yourself back to the number sixteen jersey, which was Eren's. He dribbled the ball down the court, jumping up to shoot, releasing the dark orange ball off of his fingertips and landing into the white net. Being dramatic as you always were, you swore you could faint when Eren pulled this little stunt in front of everyone, bringing his matching shiny gold matching-initial necklace to his lips blowing a kiss at you from afar.

To which you returned, bringing your E initial necklace to your lips and kissing it, staining the gold with your cherry-flavored gloss. Both Zari and Najma scrunched up their faces in disgust, witnessing the lovey-dovey actions between the two of you.

After tiring yourself sore from being your boyfriend's avid cheerleader in the bleachers, his halftime quickly approached. Your friends decided to stop for some food at a nearby deli, their rumbling tummies eventually ruining their pockets, while you ran up to Eren, wrapping him in a huge, welcoming bear hug.

Pulling him to the side, you grew impatient to wait for what he promised after his game, whispering everything dirty you wanted your boyfriend to do to you in his ear, your warm breath fanning against it.

Eren gasped for a moment, backing a step away from you, putting one hand over his mouth, slightly raising his eyebrows. "Baby, right now...? I told you... To wait after my game's over." He questioned, breathing heavily in between words dripping with sweat from galloping around the court for what to him felt like an internity.

"But Erennnn," You pouted, biting your lip seductively, as you played with your bubbly ombre-dyed curls. "I can't wait till the game's over; I need you nowww." You whined, batting your long eyelashes, making it hard for Eren to say no to his hot, bratty girlfriend, especially when she had on a tight crop button-up shirt that revealed your voluminous freckled breasts covered with a lacey bra.

Your boyfriend hungrily eyed you up and down, yet he was still hesitant, which didn't matter because before he could even reply, you snatched his hand and sneaked over into the locker room for a bit of privacy with a mischievous grin sprawled out on your face.

He sat down nearby, legs spread stretched open, on a brown wooden bench that was almost able to fit two or more people fairly comfortably, which was perfect for what was about to happen “Y/n, what if the coaches find us...?” Eren gulps at the mere thought of feeling your soft tits in his hands. Maybe a little embarrassed about losing his virginity here, but he knew first times weren't always ideal for everyone.

"You don't think you're gonna need some luck for the game? Just relax; trust me, baby, nobody will find us if we're real quick." An angelic smile flared upon your mouth, massaging his shoulders with a marshmallow-like feel, earning a breathy sigh from Eren's lips as he melted like butter into your graceful touch.

Eren leaned into you, putting his pillowy lips on yours while closing his eyes, hearts throbbing together as one. Anytime your lips left his, he was desperate to get yours back, attached like a missing puzzle piece, kissing you almost as if you put a love spell on him. Sure, you two kissed all the time, but it felt different, possibly knowing where this eventually was leading to.

Your tongue swiped over his entrance, which he happily accepted, his hand holding the side of your head while your tongues dragged against each other as they both swirled together, stuck on loop until he sucked your tongue, making you moan. The air felt as steamy as a hot shower when Eren pulled you closer, massaging your sides, your tongues managing to brush figure eights as your noses swept across each other's faces, refusing to let go, addicted to the kiss like a drug.

The entire kiss was filled to the brim with passion. Reluctant to stop for air, you pulled away with a thin line of saliva connecting the two of you, breathing as if you had run fifty miles across the world and back. Eren smiled at you brighter than an orange slice, except his pearly whites were enough to blind anyone. "I guess you're right; I could use a lil luck for the game." He whispered, running his fingers through his dark brown tresses.

"Of course I'm right." You giggled while lugging the fabric of your boyfriend's home basketball jersey closer to you, pressing a few more wispy kisses, this time on his dimples. The short sentence gained a playful eye roll from him, but he was suddenly caught off guard by your love bites on his neck, making your boyfriend's head lean to the side as you continued to attack his skin. "Y/n..." Eren whined, allowing you to mark up his pale skin, almost making him look like a vampire's prey by the time you were done with him.

Gaining the random courage to ask you out of nowhere, Eren flung the question at you "C—can I touch you here?" He stammered sheepishly, biting his lip as his emerald blueish eyes darted back and forth to your face and then your breasts, which looked like they were bound to escape your white crop button-up bursting any second.

With only a nod as an answer, your hand guided Eren's onto your chest. Not having to tell him twice, he feebly squeezed one tit, kneading it like dough in his hand, his thumb purposely swinging by your nipple, curious to see what your reaction would be. And just like Eren hoped, your eyes slammed shut mewling at your boyfriend toying around the cushion-like skin. You couldn't help but creep your fingers in underneath his jersey, feeling his taut muscles flex, adoring whatever touch you gave him.

Those fingers were starting to lose control because he unbuttoned your crop top with one hand, dropping his face down to your chest's level, causing you to breathe faster. The bra was too cute to remove in his opinion, so your boyfriend decided to just kiss each alluring freckle and beauty mark while fondling the other breast through the fabric.

"Wait, Eren!" You blurted, he instantly stopped confused; he was going to ask, "What's wrong?" Until you plopped on your knees in front of him, the cold floor made you quietly hiss, still wanting to give your man a memorable first impression. Now it was your turn to ask him a question. "You've ever had a boob job before, baby?" Your eyes examined Eren's pretty face as a light pink blush dispersed over it.

Unless his imagination counted, he got one from you five times already "No." He mumbled while he wet his lips, waiting patiently for your response, a bit sweaty from his game. Just the answer you were expecting made you waste no time yanking off his shorts along with his underwear; Eren's erection swaying side to side, and to your surprise, he's a thick eight inches, just fixing your mouth to water oceans upon oceans. Finally, you finished staring, your left hand wrapped around his girth, giving him a few pumps gaining a choked sob from his mouth.

You slipped his cock underneath the middle part of your chest. Eren cheesily grinned, seeing his inches in the fabric of a hot pink and white floral lacey bra adorned with a satin mini ribbon in between your fat tits. Bringing your hands together to squeeze your boobs, beginning to move them up and down, occasionally kitten-licking the pink tip.

His fingers found comfort in your luscious curls as you moved at a quicker pace, earning a deep, raspy moan as he bucked his hips like a man riding a bull, pushing his dick farther into your tits as you repeatedly smashed your breasts down on his thighs, stopping to pour all your attention on his sensitive tip, making him grip the brown wooden bench too lost in pleasure. Eren didn't know what to do with himself. "Oh my god, f—fuck, your tits are soft." He praised enjoying the friction of his dick rubbing against your cushion-like breasts.

"Yeah? My pussy feels even better." You confidently declared, wondering if Eren felt this good with just a mere tit fuck, then how whiney would he get thrashing around in your guts? You must've bumped down too hard because your breasts spilled out of your bra, exposing your bare skin. Eren gasped, amazed at how sexy you looked in front of him, yet you continued eager to get your boyfriend to cum on your chest.

After a while, Eren started to feel woozy, unable to even look you in the eyes anymore. His fingertips were turning a bright red from harshly gripping the bench so brashly. His eyelids shut; it felt like a rollercoaster of pleasure crashing over him. "Y/n, y/n, y/n... Oh god, I'm coming." He mumbled, struggling to get out, as his slightly curved girth spurted thick stripes of cum on your glasses. Eren huffed, watching it drip down from your chin to your breasts, his eyes lighting up like a Christmas tree at how his seed covered your nipples.

"I'm so, so sorry about your glasses." Eren immediately apologized, knowing how expensive they were, but you smiled and shook your head. He always spoiled you with a heap of gifts, even if it wasn't your birthday or a holiday. "At least it didn't get in my eye." You shrugged, reassuring him once, catching your breath, and dipping your fingers into your face and chest for a little taste of his semen.

It wasn't too salty, thankfully, and had a bit of sweetness to it. The flavors danced on your tongue while you instantly swallowed as if you were drinking a milkshake. Eren stroked your hair, proud of his girlfriend, digesting a piece of himself. You weren't done yet, though. Finally getting off your knees, you shimmied out of your denim mini skirt with no problem; all that was left were your see-through mesh white panties.

Using both hands to slip out of them with each leg stepping out of the panties, you were now completely naked in front of Eren. Deciding to lay on your back, the frigid bench electrified your nude, blithe skin. The brunette turned to face you, standing up on his knees, taking off his jersey flinging it to the floor.

"You ready for another round?" You purred while a smile that was laced with pure serenity blew on the bottom half of your face, broadly opening your legs side to side as you spread your plump pussy lips with your bubblegum pink Hello Kitty-themed nails, your core aching viciously for his attentiveness.

Just like that, within only a few minutes, Eren was hard again, perhaps pent up from being super busy traveling lately. "Shit, yeah, of course I am." He responded instantly, pulling you closer to his body with one strong arm. His eyes fell downward, putting his focus on inserting himself into your wet hole, shoving deeper until you were absolutely full of his cock.

Ever since you were dating him, you haven't been laid in what felt like when the Stone Age ended. Without warning, Eren started to move rapidly, making your back arch, "Fuck, fuck, don't stop my love." You cried out as the palm of your left hand sought out Eren's lower abdomen.

That's exactly what he didn't want to do—stop fucking you. Without any care about his halftime being nearly over, your boyfriend carried on to slushify your insides with his hefty eight-inch whimpers following his every thrust while his head fell back, unable to take your pussy enclosing around him ever so tightly.

You began to rub your clit in smooth circles as he pounded into your guts, lost as if he were in a maze full of one hundred percent pleasure. You couldn't believe how bad it felt; you forgot how good it felt.

Breaths going ragged as the pussy squelches and clapping sounds echoed throughout the locker room, "Eren, Eren, Eren," all you could do was scream his name over and over again as if you were a broken record. It was quite ridiculous how well a so-called virgin was fucking you right now, legs hooking around his waist to bring Eren even closer.

"Yes, angel, does that feel good? Do you like how this dick feels, baby?" He murmured, leaning down into your ear with his matching initial necklace swinging down on your chest. The nerve of him to make your pussy throb like a beating drum "Ugghh, yes, yes, it feels so goodd." Your words slurred like a drunkard stuck on his dick, filling you up.

Eren was in complete disbelief at how good a woman's insides felt, grunting when his tip hit a soft, spongy spot in your walls. You were grateful your boyfriend could easily reach it with no problem, somewhat dying to cum on his cock. "Erennn!" You shouted in a whiney tone, "Please, that spot 'need you there again." Pleading to get that release you so longed for.

With that, Eren took the request, repeatedly slamming his tip into your g-spot. You could feel a sense of fireworks popping over you, going in a deep daze as your toes curled. Your mouth could be seen forming an O shape as your pussy started to spasm around Eren's girth, which was keeping your thick pussy lips ripped open.

"I'm gonna cum, oooh baby..." You sobbed, the sensation continuing to eat you alive. Out poured buckets full of cream on Eren's large shaft as he resumed chasing after his second climax, only taking him a few more intense thrusts.

Pulling out, careful not to cum inside you. Eren decided to cum on your stomach. He playfully slapped his dick on your tummy, stroking his shaft until he shot white ropes of his seed onto the soft, warm skin of your lower abdomen.

"I'll get you some tissue. Stay right here." Eren straightaway jumped up to the locker room bathroom, fetching some tissue for the both of you and opening his locker to get some water.

"Here," he offers while sitting back onto the bench. You lean up a little shaky, taking the now opened bottle of water from him. "Thanks." You give a smile one that's laced with pure love and adoration, especially for his effort in maybe an indecent setting to do the deed.

Eren takes the initiative to wipe you down with some tissue while you gulp away at your water. Once he's finished, he cleans himself up looking at you. His breath was peaceful now. You stop drinking, closing the top as Eren leans on you. Feeling all his weight against you.

It takes him a moment to realize what the two of you have done; his face is washed an apple red. "That.. that was something." Eren exhales, chuckling, as he takes one of your hands in his gently stroking the back of your palm with his thumb.

You frown a bit, a little upset that this was Eren's first time given the place, somewhat thinking you should've waited. "I wish I could've given you a better first time though." You blurted, looking around the room, leaning your head on your boyfriend's shoulder.

"Shit, I don't care about the setting; that was the best first time and moments in my life in general." Eren enthusiastically reassured you with a soft kiss to your head everything managed to be perfect with him until someone started to bang at the door then opened it, realizing it had been open the entire time.

"Dude, Eren, where the hell have you been? Coach Erwin told me to come get you." A man with ginger hair complained a bit too casually walking up to the both of you.

You quickly covered your naked body with your hands, squealing at Eren's annoying teammate while waiting for him to leave.

Eren attempted to do the same, grabbing his jersey shirt off of the floor and setting it onto his lap to cover his lower area, sucking his teeth, grateful that Floch at least wasn't one of the coaches. "I'll be out in a minute, damn." He grumbled, an irritated sigh spewing from his mouth.

"You don't have to hide from me, though, Eren; I've seen it before." Floch spilled out, wiggling his eyebrows up and down, pairing them with an arrogant smile, as if seeing his teammates dick before you did was some sort of badge of honor.

You looked at your boyfriend, then Floch, then your eyes continued to bounce back on the same people over and over again, making you raise one of your eyebrows as if you were an emoji; your entire face had "What the fuck?" Written all over it, waiting for at least someone to explain something.

Eren nearly choked on air. "Y/n, it's not like that, I promise." He looked Floch up and down, rolling his eyes with a look that scolded his entire existence. "He just happened to walk in on me changing once and saw, y'know." He briefly described the whole scene to you, which now since you knew the real story, you didn't care too much about his teammate being obsessed with him.

"Yeah, it's just like I remembered, really big." Floch stretched his hands wide as if to paint Eren's dick with a picture for you, like you hadn't just seen it a few minutes ago.

"Oh my god, Floch, get the fuck out." Eren's face started to go a crimson red again, this time in an embarrassed state, which you giggled at rubbing his shoulder to comfort him. You weren't expecting that type of ending with you and Eren, but it was maybe a little silly, to say the least.

It's gettin' hot in here, so take off all your clothes. — Nelly.

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++++ @br4tphobia @honeybleed @rinsvg @spiderpunkfien @zarihaaa @kanekisfavoritegf @blkwriters @sad-darksoul @satoruloaf

Jerseys 🏀

lord , chile 😮‍💨

i NEED a n!gga to do me good

𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 —

— : [ nsfw ] fingering, cunnilingus, pet names, filming, unprotected sex (filming is consensual) + ex best friends step brother 😈 (reader is here to get her lick back!)

— : wc : 1k+

a/n - eren is just there to do a good deed. he also definitely has a thing for the reader but they’re not together just yet. (reader has a shitty ex) — also there’s no stepcest here. eren is the older step brother of her friend.

breakups were hard for everyone. you were certain that enough people had experienced heartache in the same way that you did but it was more embarrassing when you walked in on your, now ex boyfriend, fucking your, now ex best friend.

she had been so smug about it too, smirking at the stunned and stupid look on your face. he, at least, had the decency to run after you, begging for your forgiveness. you slapped him right across the face before storming out.

you told yourself you weren’t going to be petty about it. you were above that shit but when the two of them walked into campus, holding hands not even 3 days later, you were livid and once again embarrassed. how could you let someone like him play with you?

it was obvious eren, your now ex best friends older brother (step brother but semantics), had been trying to get with you for as long as you can remember. he would play it off as innocent flirting but you knew that if you gave in, he’d be down to fuck you and whatever else you wanted.

you knew, from the way she’d look and talk about him, that she had a crush on him. it was weird to you but you ignored a lot of red flags about the girl, always wanting to see the good in people.

“you’re spacing out again baby” he grins, teeth grazing your inner thigh as he glances towards his phone. he sends a wink to the camera and your face feels hot. he really had no shame.

“stop teasing me” you whine, gasping when you feel his tongue flatten against your pussy. your hands fly towards his head, gripping his hair tight enough that he groans, flicking your clit in retaliation.

he was so good with his tongue, eating your pussy like his favourite dessert. he didn’t break eye contact either, smiling against you when you felt shy enough to look away.

“come on baby, let me see that pretty face hm?” he chuckles, licking his lips as he slips his index and middle fingers into you. the rings were cold against your clit and you tried to close your legs on instinct.

“i bet he misses your pussy” eren says, looking at his phone camera again, “sweetest thing i’ve ever tasted”

“eren” you moan, hands going up to grip your breasts, wanting to put on a show for him and his camera.

“that’s right, let them know who’s making you feel good” he smirks, going back in to suck on your clit. his lips make a suction and he slurps, noise filling the room with embarrassing squelching sounds alongside your breathy moans.

he could listen to you for hours and he definitely planned to make your his permanently after he fucked you into oblivion.

“want you” you say, reaching out to grab his shoulders, “please”

you pout, pretty eyelashes batting up at him when he stands to remove his pants and boxers. your jaw nearly drops when you see his cock. you knew it was big from all the grinding and dry humping you’d been doing earlier in his car.

he grips his hard cock, thick and heavy. it’s flushed at the tip and it has you licking your lips.

“you ever let that dumb fuck hit it raw?” he asks, rubbing his tip between your folds, biting back a groan at how wet you are. if he was being completely honest, he’s thought about you like this for as long as he’s known you but seeing you under him like this, it was so much better than he imagined.

“no” you say, biting your lip as you look at the camera again. your face is hidden but it’s still pretty obvious who eren is fucking. he’s not shy about the camera, he hopes you’ll be into making more with him.

“yeah?” he grins, gasping when he slips his tip into you. he tries not to make any embarrassing noises so soon but god you feel so good around him. “fuck baby, just like that”

you’re no better yourself, spreading your legs wider for him. when you came to him with the idea of fucking on camera, knowing your ex would be so pissed off, you didn’t think you’d be this into it but you like seeing eren lose himself like this.

“will you cum inside me?” you moan, arms coming up to wrap around his neck, “please, i’ll be so good for you”

“y/n” he warns, biting your neck as he picks up his pace. he’d definitely give you what you want and so much more. he’s been around but never fucked anyone raw and he might be biased but your pussy was by far the best he’s ever had.

“you’re so deep” you moan louder, biting his earlobe when he goes to kiss your jaw.

“are you still okay baby?” he whispers, kissing your cheek and slowing down his pace significantly.

“yes” you nod, wrapping your legs around his waist, “please continue”

“as you wish” he grins, wrapping his hand loosely around your neck, “tap my arm twice if it gets too much”

when you nod, he frowns and leans down so your lips are almost touching.

“words baby, i need to know that you’re still with me” he says gently

“yes, i understand” you say, feeling a little shy. you weren’t necessarily inexperienced, quite the opposite really but you’ve never had anyone care so much about you and how you were feeling during sex.

“good girl” he grins down at you, tightening his hold around your neck a little more as he thrusts into you harder. squelching noises filled his bedroom alongside your pretty moans.

“gonna give you all my cum” he moans, hips stuttering when he feels you squeeze around him, muscles tightening at the thought of being stuffed full.

he loved how you looked. your eyes glazed over with unshed tears, lips puffy from the way you had been biting them and it was because of him and not your stupid fucking ex boyfriend or anyone else.