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I became obsessed so easily it’s embarrassing 🧍🏾♀️ anyways ahahah I want him 🥴
day 8: anthony bridgerton
word count: 1150 words
pairing: anthony bridgerton/reader
warnings: smut!, breeding, penetration, fingering, innocence kink (blink and you’ll miss it), loss of virginity
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MDNI| 18+ - bakugo brainrot
it's way too late for my shenanigans but i cannot go to bed without mentioning Bakugo riding you. you thought that it would be a funny joke when you bought the strap--figured your hotheaded boyfriend would be a blushy flustered mess when you came out of the bedroom in a lacey dynamight themed set with a big fat orange cock strapped to your front. to your surprise the blonde gave you a bone chilling smirk, licking his tongue over his pretty white teeth and slowly making his way towards you. it's funny how you thought that you'd "top" him. you? did you really think? im sorry love but you were sadly mistaken cause Katsuki has a feral grin plastered on his face, three fingers shoved deep in your mouth with his free hand wrapped around your throat while he fucks himself on your fake cock. he's moaning all low and breathy, licking your ear and biting the lobe while he swirls his hips on the plastic dick. and you're mind is so fuckin' fuzzy cause he's praising you for filling him up so well and doin' such a good job. kisses you messily when you start moving your hips to meet him, squeezing your neck tighter as your fingers dig into the swell of his ass. he takes your fuckin breath away, cause how does he still manage to radiate dominance even in this position. you're literally a whimperin' mess. pussy jus droolin' on the couch while suck on his fingers desperate to please. and he's shushing you and telling you that he's gonna reward you for being such a good girl. a big girl. and since you had such big girl ideas tonight then he's sure that you can handle everything else he has in mind.🧡
THIS>>
Him>>>
THEM>>>>
pairing: K. Bakugo x Chubby Black!Fem reader
w/c: 3k
c/w: 18+ MDNI
mentions of fingering, blowjobs, rough fucking, kitchen sex, stand and carry position lol, roommates, college au, fwb, you being a brat, katsuki falls in love at first sight lol,
chile this is all over the place but my beta told me to post it 😭 it’s kinda just a bunch of blurbs about you and bakubabe becoming roommates
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So, the story was he’d been kicked out of campus housing for blowing a hole through the gym wall and attacking Deku.
In actuality, it was him who’d been blown through the wall while sparring with the shitty loser, Deku still unable to fully control his given quirk.
It almost cost him his scholarship but after Deku begged and professors Toshinori and Aizawa pulled some strings—he’d only been reprimanded and removed from the on-campus housing in fear that he’d cause an insane amount of damage again in the future.
He found the ad on Reddit—$500 a month for rent and the only utilities were electricity and cable/internet, which would probably be split between him and the other tenant. Amenities included a full kitchen, washer and dryer and a full bathroom. The only requirement was that he was in attendance at U.A University, which he was, and a payment of first & last rent.
Of course he was going to jump on it, he was desperate and it was affordable. He even emailed the person who posted the ad, asking to meet as soon as tomorrow.
He paid the landlord with no questions asked, even after the unsightly security deposit was tacked on after running a background check.
He scratched his name onto every highlighted section, agreeing to live with a stranger for the next two and a half years.
***
Now, he did not expect said stranger to be so damn cute.
Cute chubby cheeks, full pouty lips and your curly hair was in a big poof on the top of your head like a bunny’s tail. You had to be at least a foot shorter than him, a tiny plump little thing you were. So damn adorable.
Well now he was absolutely sure he’d made the right decision. Who knows what some creep would do to a cutie like you if they had gotten the room before he did.
You greeted him with a hello and a smile. He responded with only a grunt as he lugged two duffel bags and a roller suitcase into the doorway.
He dropped them with a loud thud, turning to look at you.
“You my new roommate?” He asked, looking you up and down. Your attire was distracting—a small white shirt with your nipples peeking through the thin fabric and don’t even get him started on the way he could see your fat pussy print through your pink shorts.
“A hi, hey or hello would be nice.” You sassed, sipping from a pink drink. “I didn’t sleep with you last night.”
Looks like his bunny had a tongue like a scorpion’s tail.
“Hello.” He smirked, pleasantly annoyed at how your lips curled into a smile at the greeting. Almost like you wanted to bitch him.
“That’s better. Your room is the one on the left.”
“Gotcha, anything else?” He tried to focus his eyes on anything but your pretty face.
“Please don’t forget to put the toilet seat down, clean up after yourself and your company and lastly I’m not stingy with food, so what’s mine is yours, just please don’t be an asshole. If there’s not much of something please ask before you take it.” Your rules were simple enough right? Basic roommate etiquette.
“Ya think I don’t have any goddamn home training?!” Bakugo snapped, gritting his teeth.
You laughed at the angry blonde, he reminded you of an angry Pomeranian and it was actually quite cute.
He was relieved when you giggled at him. Some people took his snappy attitude way too serious, it was honestly annoying as hell.
You really didn’t mind the way Bakugo talked. You were probably just as bad, only difference was your mouth was slick as hell and he was just mean and loud.
“Do you cook?”
Your face lit up. “Yes! I love to cook.” Your smile was enchanting to him, almost made him want to give you one in return.
He shoved his hand into his pocket, pulling out an envelope. It was some extra cash, probably like a hundred bucks or so, since he had to draw extra money from the atm because the money order amount was only enough to cover rent and not the security deposit.
“Good. Use it for groceries or whatever. We can go together or…I’ll make a list.” His mouth and heart working against his brain. Words tumbling out before he could even think.
“Oh..uh, we can go together, since I don’t have a car.” You didn’t expect him to be so forward or so generous,
The blonde’s heart clenched at the thought of you being his pretty passenger princess. Maybe this roommate thing wouldn’t be too bad.
***
You and Bakugo as roommates definitely took some getting used to, since you’d occupied the unit alone for such a long time.
For instance, your weekday routine was set in stone, so like usual, by the time you entered the doorway you were already stripping . You left your black crocs at the door, stepping out of your scrub bottoms, pulling the top over your head the same time.
“Shit.” You sighed out, unhooking the bra you had on, breasts finally free as they fell out of the cups with a small bounce, rubbing the spot where the underwire kept digging into your skin.
Finally opening your eyes, you were met crimson and there he was, leaned against the wall, eyes glued to you like a lion hunting a doe.
You let out a shriek, using your clothes to cover your body the best way you could, shielding yourself from further embarrassment.
“Forget about me already, dumbass?”
Glaring at the blonde you scurried past him, seething at the shit eating grin on his face.
“You saw nothing.” You gritted out before running the rest of the way to your room.
But, as soon as you were gone the facade dropped and he ran his hands down his face, seemingly more flustered than you were. He’d never seen a woman naked before, outside of porn of course, and it just had to be you.
He hoped he hadn’t upset you, the look of terror on your face was just too fucking cute not to laugh at.
“Fuckkkk.” He whispered out, having popped a hard on in seconds.
Even Bakugo couldn’t deny how sexy you were. A pretty face and an even prettier body. You had a nice fuckin rack too, he was definitely an ass guy at heart but there was nothing wrong with appreciating a nice pair of tits every now and then. You were probably a double D cup since they had a natural lowness to them, he just knew they’d be nice and heavy in his large hands. To top it off you had big areolas and cute little inverted nipples that he’d love to coax out of hiding.
He didn’t know what he liked more— the sight of your juicy, thick ass bent over in a pink thong as you gathered your clothing off the floor or your pretty ass titties and how they bounced with almost every move you made.
The blonde trudged to his room, dick insanely hard and rubbing against his thigh.
Closing his bedroom door, he sat on his bed palming his dick through his sweat shorts. Taking his cock in his hand, he rubbed his thumb around the fat mushroom tip, shuddering at the sensitivity. He pumped his thick cock nice and slow, envisioning your beautiful body now that he could go off of more than just the illusion your tight clothes gave.
“Damn..” That was all it took for Bakugo to feel himself fall over the edge, thick ropes of cum painting his chest and belly as his body shook and his pants turned into slow ragged breaths.
Grabbing a couple tissues from the nightstand beside his bed, he wiped his stomach, chest and the tip of his dick before tossing them into the wastebasket.
Less than satisfied, he shoved his still somewhat hard dick back into his pants
Beating off to his roommate was not how he’d planned spending his first week in his new home.
***
Bakugo sat at the kitchen trying to take notes but he couldn’t even fucking focus. You were always on his mind, invading his thoughts every chance you got.
He wasn’t sure if he liked you, maybe it was lust, either way it was a fucking nuisance.
As more and more time passed, seven whole months to be exact, the two of you began to get very comfortable with each other.
Well, as comfortable as two hornballs could get without going all the way. Neither of you had ever brought anyone back to the apartment so it was assumed that the both of you were single. That was perfect because you two really enjoyed each other’s company, experimenting with things that were fun and worked well for your friendship.
Like studying together in the kitchen, sometimes Bakugo would take the initiative to create flash cards and test you.
Or the movie nights on the couch that occasionally ended with you in his lap, legs spread with two of his thick fingers deep in your creamy pussy.
And even the late night snack runs where you’d most likely end up with a mouthful of his cock in an almost empty Target parking lot.
He’d come to find out you were incredibly clingy too. If your classes happened to end before his, you’d nap in his bed until he returned, loving the scent of burnt sugar that stuck to his sheets and pillows. You loved his scent, since it was calming and reminded you of holiday sweets. Plus, you couldn’t fit his clothes so this was the next best thing.
He heard you softly enter the apartment, watching you stripping down at the door like you usually did until you were in a white, cropped tank and your underwear.
He also noticed you loved to walk around in nothing but tiny shirts and your panties. You’d been doing it a lot more lately since the weather was transitioning into those hotter months and you honestly reminded him of that silly little bear that loved honey.
“Hey.” He greeted first, something he began doing around the third month of living together.
“Hey.”
“What’s wrong.”
Something had upset you, he could hear it in your voice. He knew you like the back of his hand and you hated it.
“Nothing.” You kept your replies short but that didn’t keep him from pestering you. You weren’t upset with him, just annoyed at your dumb parents. You’d gone to see them, you hadn’t seen them in a while and you kinda hoped that they’d start giving you your full allowance again.
Instead they berated you, bringing up trivial things such as your weight and even the way you dressed. It was draining, they were draining, and you just wanted to be left alone right now.
“Fuck is your problem?”
Of course your roommate couldn’t take a hint, too stubborn and caring to just let you walk away upset.
Of course you wanted to tell him how you were feeling, but you hated the vulnerability that came with expressing your feelings. Plus, knowing Katsuki, he’d probably just yell at you and call you a dumbass for even caring about their opinions.
“I don’t have a problem Katsuki.” You rolled your eyes, more than annoyed at his tone. “Just leave me the fuck alone!” Was he really dumb enough to think talking to you like that would help?
“Excuse me.” You tried to slide past him, since he currently towered over you waiting for an explanation.
“Y’er not excused.” He pulled you back.
You yelped in surprise as you were shoved against the island, staring into his fiery eyes as he wrapped one of his large hands around your neck.
“Gonna talk to me?” He asked, staring down at you with those daunting crimson eyes. “Fuck off.” You rolled your eyes, pushing at his chest. Of course he didn’t budge, the 6’3 mammoth continued to peer down at you, brows furrowed.
His other hand trailed down, running two fingers up and down your cunt, catching some of the slick that had already began to pool there.
“Already soaking wet,” He shook his head. “Dumb lil’ slut.”
He spun you around just as quickly as he’d pulled you back, bending you over the island and pulling your thong aside.
Bakugo slapped his heated palm against your ass, the pleasant sting forcing a moan from your parted lips.
You heard the jingling metal of his belt buckle coming undone and your eyes widened.
“Katsuki, what-.”
“S’okay, I know exactly what you need babe.” He reasoned, pulling his underwear down and pressing his hard cock between your thighs.
The way you tooted your ass up didn’t go unnoticed either, attitude seeming to have melted away at the thought of getting your pussy pounded. The blonde smirked, shaking his head again.
His thick cock bullied its way into your virgin cunt, your already slick walls making it just that easy for him to slide right in like he belonged there. The squelch of your pussy was loud as he drilled in and out of you, showing you no mercy.
He reached his arms around, slipping his hands under your tank top to tweak your nipples and squeeze your heavy tits in his big hands.
“Mmmm..fuck Katsuki.” You moaned from the pleasure, loving the way he pinched and squeezed your sensitive nipples. He moved lower, spreading his warm palms all over your soft skin, stopping only to grab at the fat of your tummy.
You stood on your tippy toes, making you just tall enough to take his cock comfortably. The harsh slaps of his hips slamming into your ass, his grunts and your moans echoed in the small kitchen as he fucked you, gradually picking up pace.
He’d actually had a decent day, the academy usually kicked his ass on Fridays, and he wasn’t about to let your gross attitude fuck that up.
“This what you wanted, right?” He pounded your pretty little cunt, drawing out the most adorable little sounds from you.
He felt so good inside of you, like his dick was made for your pussy. Stuffing you full of his cock while he sent harsh slaps to your ass, brows pushed into a deep frown.
“Right?” He snarled, emphasizing his question with a particularly hard thrust, pressing his chest against your back and grabbing your jaw, twisting your neck so hard you thought he wanted to snap it.
You let out a strained moan as he stared at you with those darkened eyes, hips never faltering as he waited for an answer.
“Uh-Uhhuh.” Was all you could muster, Katsuki smirking at the way your eyes crossed and your jaw went slack in his hand.
“Yeah? Wanted me to fuck that nasty lil’ attitude right outta ya huh?” He placed a kiss on your lips, biting your plump bottom lip before he retreated back.
You nodded, vision clouded with specs of white as his thumb played with your asshole and his cock stroked that sweet spot in your cunt over and over.
“Katsuki.” You sighed out his name. “F-feels s’good baby.”
“I know,” He cooed, voice like caramel as he fucked into you, now at a slower pace. “Can’t have those shitty clinical’s stressing my pretty Princess out. How ‘bout you quit, be my lil cumrag instead?”
“Mhm, I will.”
It was like a switch had flipped and his sweet voice clouded your brain, making you forget all common sense. Right now you’d agree to just about anything right now as long as it kept his cock in you.
Bakugo on the other hand, a virgin less than five minutes ago, wasn’t sure how much longer he could keep this up. Especially with his cock now very acquainted with your tight, wet, warm pussy and wanted nothing more than to plant his seed deep inside you.
He unsheathed himself from your pussy, the cool air making him hiss as he spun you around.
He raked his eyes over you, taking in your fucked-out appearance. Tank top ill fitting and stretched out from all his pulling, slight bruising on your neck from when he held you there, your tear stained face was icing on the cake, and he absolutely loved it. A layer of sheen covered you, baby hairs now messily slick to your forehead , lips swollen and red from your biting.
He had so much fucking energy, must be the effects of your quirk. Yeah, it had to be the effects of your shitty quirk, even pre-workout never got him this energetic and all this stimulation at once felt so damn good. His heart pumped fast like it wanted to explode, blood flowed through his veins a mile a minute making his dick rock hard. Bakugo felt like he could fuck you for hours, but he knew his inexperienced cock wouldn’t allow it this time.
He lifted you as if you weighed nothing, locking his arms behind your knees and placing his hands on your fat, juicy ass. His wide palms dug into your doughy ass and thighs, giving you a nice hard slap every now and then.
Easing you down slowly, he splits you open on his cock again, feeding you dick inch by meaty inch until you’re filled to brim once again.
The brawny brute handled your weight like the champ he was, lifting you with ease and it made your pussy so fucking wet. He bounced you on his cock loving your hot breath on his ear as you moaned and panted like a bitch in heat.
You couldn’t help it, as you were too deep in the throes of pleasure as his slightly curved cock kissed your g-spot with every single thrust.
“Mmmm Kats…g’nna cum.” Your sweet velvety voice spoke the lovely sentence he’d been waiting on all evening. You clenched and unclenched as he quickened his pace a bit, fucking you and himself to climax, cock slamming into your cervix so deliciously hard it knocked the wind out of you.
“Fuuckkk.” You held onto him for dear life, lips pressed against his as you made a mess on him, coating his cock in your cream. Burying your face in his shoulder, you cried out as he fucked you through your orgasm.
“That’s it…”
His thrusts grew sloppy and fast as he threw his head back. It felt so good, so good he almost contemplated filling you up.
But he pulled out, spurting out those warm ropes on your belly, some flying God knows where.
Before sitting you down on the cool granite countertop he slid a heated palm across the surface, warming up your seat. He grabbed a couple napkins to clean you up, watching as you leaned back on your arms, still sporting that blissful fucked-out expression on your pretty face.
“Now, stop acting like a spoiled fuckin’ brat and tell me what happened.”
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closing a/n: I hope y’all enjoyed it 😭 I’m still feeling iffy tbh 🫤 feeling like I wrote him too soft, ya know
-clears throat- prohero izuku is still a social loser and the only pussy in his life is his abused pocket pussy that can barely fit his cock
→ STARFUCKER + You're the president of Eren's fan club and your blog, dedicated to him, gets millions of hits a day - earning you some sort of status. You've been working for him for months now, only to find out that he's not as kind as people perceive him but you don't care. Somehow, the thankless job is bearable so long as you can be around your celebrity crush all the time. Available on ao3.
CONTENT WARNINGS + afab reader, smut, mature language, explicit adult content, general submissive/dominant behavior, teasing, creampie, unprotected sex, degradation, humiliation, squirting, slut-shaming, seduction, dirty talk, cumming inside, vaginal fingering, praise, begging, dacryphilia, power abuse, cheating, filming, leaking sex tapes, revenge sex, lots of toxicity, enemies to lovers, reader is kind of a self-insert but still ambiguous, oral sex (m & f), masturbation (f) wc: ~ 10.5k
tags: @whotfsjay @shamviholic @bakugosgorl @levisjinchuriki @yesv01 @liliorsstuff-blog @dttouper @bloompompom @luvjiro @daisynik7 @holydayaria @ravereina @i-literally-cant-with-this @hehehehesthings @chocoyanchan @hinata7346 @r0ckst4rjk @d4ddies-wh0re @ploylulla @doestalker @misscathands @euvwia
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I think this fic is SO out of line that I'm almost too afraid to post it on here. Its not worse than Public Enemy but it's super toxic. Honestly, please don't romanticize this behavior.
You hear the pair converse freely in the next room, rattling off random tasks and chores that need to be done in preparation for tonight's show and trying in vain to assign roles to one another. Eren’s voice is dead, monotoned, and clearly uninterested but Crystal continues rambling. Only when she realizes how futile it is to argue with him does she remember your existence. “Let’s just get her to do.” She muses.
“Y/N!” Your name in the form of a screech floats through the air, followed by the clicking of heels on linoleum. You know exactly who’s summoning you without even looking up. “Do you think you could you pick up Eren’s dry-cleaning? His concert fit should be ready by now.” Eren’s girlfriend approaches you, a fake smile shining in your face as she belittles your actual position in the singer’s life. It’s not your job to pick up his dry cleaning but she knows you’d never refuse service to your favorite artist, and she loves to exploit your devotion. She just loves to push your buttons.
All you can manage to do is lift the corners of your mouth into a begrudging smile and reluctantly grab your keys. On the way out of the building, you catch a glimpse of the man you idolize as he works at his desk, skilled hands typing away as he works on his lineup for tonight’s performance. He’s so focused and he’s wearing a set of headphones, so he hardly notices when his girlfriend opens the door to his studio to let herself back in after giving the leader of his fan club busy work.
Your devotion to the man has you doing these things, that most certainly aren’t your job, day in and out. He doesn’t even do anything to relay his appreciation to you and he never will. Why should he? If you don’t want to handle his miscellaneous tasks, you’re free to leave his orbit. You’re not on his payroll or anything. Getting to be around your favorite singer is payment enough. And, really, it would be worthwhile if you could do it all without his demeaning ass girlfriend bothering you all the time. She could easily hire someone else to pick up Eren’s dry cleaning (to get his morning coffee, to order his clothes, occasionally post on his social media when he doesn’t feel like it, walk his fucking dog) but there’s some kind of sick satisfaction that she gets out of assigning all the chores to you.
You almost understand her though. If you were her, you’d be annoyed with his fans hanging around him all the time with hearts in their eyes. The only excuse you have for being there is since you’re the owner of the most popular Eren Jaeger blog and all of his fans really care about your opinions. They follow you and read every article you post after his concerts, consume all your photos and content with diligence and maybe that online presence is what owns you a pass into his life, backstage to all of his concerts and the right to take care of his chores.
You try to make quick work of the remedial labor, not wanting to receive a text from the girlfriend to complain about you being slow. If you have to risk a grisly car wreck to please the artist, so be it. You can’t really help yourself, every Eren Jaeger-centric action you make is simply out of your control. That’s just the hold he has on you. You hazardously make your way through traffic like this out of loyalty.
And when you arrive back only to find that his girlfriend has flitted off on an influencer’s business, you’re happy to be the one that hands the burlap bag to Eren. His coldness is nothing new. It doesn’t bother you anymore. When he takes the coat hanger out of your grasp, your fingers touch for a split second, and you have to stop yourself from squealing right there in front of him. You receive no thanks for the futile task he let his girlfriend assign to you.
“Where’s Crystal?” You find the audacity to ask him, not particularly curious as to where she ran off to. You’re just looking for an excuse to get him to talk to you, to hear his voice. You just want him to say anything that’s addressed just to you and no one else. Eren gives you a sour look as if to say that you should know exactly where she went and reprimand you for asking such a dumb question. He takes the clothing into his changing room and slams the door behind him. A thankless job, indeed.
Eren’s girlfriend is posting photos every few minutes of herself at some... opening. You don’t really know where she had to go, that was more important than her partner’s concert – his lifeblood – but it doesn’t matter to you. You ignore the notifications from her insta as they pool on your phone and don’t take your eyes off Eren’s form. You’re behind him backstage but, as often as you find yourself staring at his face and studying his features, you can imagine how he looks while singing right now. He looks so attractive in the clothes that you picked up for him.
His grip on the mic is almost violent and the lyrics he shouts are no different. He’s let it slip once before – what most of his songs are about. His issues (borderline hatred) with his father are where he gets the inspiration for most of his music. And, sure, Eren may have been drunk when he told you that. He may have been feeling vulnerable when the two of you were alone after a previous show or maybe he was pissed because the girlfriend bailed on him minutes before he was set to go on stage. You don’t care if he confided in you because there was no one else around. Something about being the only person on the planet that knows such intimate information about Eren makes you feel so special.
There’s never been another moment like that since. Despite his drunkenness, Eren remembers what he said to you. You know he does. He remembers and he treats you differently than he did before he spilled his guts and cried to you (not that there’s a stark difference). You can’t bring yourself to wish that moment away though, no matter how he treats you now because of it. Thanks to that day, his music has been given an even deeper meaning to you. The spotlight you let shine on him is even brighter than it ever was. The pedestal you hold him on is even higher. No amount of coldness from him can change those feelings. You find it in yourself to break your eyes away from the singer for a split second and jot down little notes of import about his performance on your phone. Material for later.
The crowd’s roar dulls for you. A sense of intimacy washes over your headspace, creating a sensation of catharsis – proving that the concert is yet another religious experience. Their screams could never compare to the ones in your head. Moments like this make you feel like he’s only singing to you, like there aren’t thousands upon thousands of other people in the stadium all there because they love his music as much as you do; because that’s not possible. No one loves Eren as much as you do.
Without fail, once again, the world around you fades away and all that remains is the unbridled love you have for your favorite artist and the words of pain that he wrote to release his trauma; knowledge that only you have. The lyrics resonate deep within your soul, even though you can’t really relate to them. Sounds echo and triumph throughout the entirety of the stadium.
Eren’s voice is solely speaking to you right now, reaching places in the depths of your soul that only someone as magnetic as him could hit with such effortless notes. The connection you feel to him always flies right over his head as if he can’t feel it. And if he doesn’t, you suppose that’s okay for now. You’re not sure what event could be so important for a perfectly sane woman to choose over her long-term boyfriend, and you don’t really care. All you know is that, if Eren were yours, you’d still remain right where you are now and that’s right next to him.
Each lyric, song to song, seems to be infused with the complexities of your heart. You unravel there and then, tears flowing down your cheeks and smearing every bit of makeup you’d powdered on before. And, although you’d like to remain blissfully blind and allow yourself to try and take on the overwhelming connection between the two of you, you’re not ignorant to the reality that surrounds you.
You’re not the only one that cherishes Eren’s music. You’re just lucky. You can tune them out all you want but this building is filled to the brim with passionate and adoring fans, each with their own varying degrees of love for Eren Jaeger. They too have found solace in his words. And, to save yourself from hyperventilating over that fact, you retreat into your subconscious and pretend that all of this is just for you.
It may be tempting to believe that your love for Eren surpasses all the others, but you know he won’t reciprocate. He can barely be bothered to thank you for all your devotion. So why do you find yourself here so often? Why do you do this to yourself? How do you always end up backstage at his shows, giving him all your love, and on your knees sobbing for him? This objectively surreal experience doesn’t cheapen, doesn’t falter. Neither does your adoration.
You spend the Uber ride home floating on your own little cloud, completely boneless. Your brain makes moves for your body, as if you’re on autopilot. He brushed you off just as usual, but it doesn’t matter. Your heart still swells, filled with passion. You shower quickly, the day you just had flowing down the drain effortlessly and when you throw one of Eren’s old concert tees over your head, your legs carry your weight to the bed; anxious to sleep the euphoric concert high off.
All you can really find the energy to do, once you’re in bed, is own your Tumblr app to jot down a few notes and observations from the concert and infuse them with your own feelings – something that the Eren fans that follow your account have come to love over the years. The millions of them will be expecting a post from you pretty soon but there’s no way you can find the will to write paragraphs upon paragraphs, especially with the way that Eren dismissed you as soon as he got off stage.
Even with laziness in your bones, you can’t stop your rogue thumb from scrolling through your feed. You never can. One of your mutuals has been writing all day, leaving a feast of Eren fanfics for you to fantasize over. Your hungry eyes scan each and every word, consuming the smut to your heart’s content. It’s not long before you feel a neediness growing between your legs and it’s too hard to ignore.
You wanna scream out loud. Fuck, she’s such a good writer, you think. The AUs of Eren being your college classmate and corrupting you have this hold on you that you can’t explain, and this author is phenomenal at them. Your fingers travel between your legs and past the waistband of your panties before you can stop them. The knowledge that he’s really nothing like this in real life doesn’t matter at all to you.
The soft pads of your fingertips gingerly glide against your already sensitive skin. Down, down, down, further until you’re greeted with that tell-tale slickness. Eren’s fics never fail to elicit this type of reaction from your body and the guilt you feel for consuming it, even creating it, all while you work so closely to him in real life only drive you to allow your fingers to dive deep with your soft walls. You drop your phone, mind revisiting how you felt during the act of reading the fanfiction and allow your whines to climb in pitch.
All the times when you accidentally stood too close to the singer and could get hints of his cologne replay in your mind. All the memories when he’d say your name with that gruff voice of his flow throughout your brain. When your hands grazed his so that you could hand him the dry-cleaning bag – remembering the feeling of his feverish skin sends shockwaves through your body and it’s all too much. You feel your orgasm approaching fast.
The thought that really pushes you over the edge sends surges of guilt through your body but, when you remember the night that he was too intoxicated and vulnerable to stop himself from confiding in you about his trauma, you cum harder than you’ve ever cum in your life. The idea of him needing you to be there for him is almost too much to bear.
As you come down from your orgasm, the energy your actions have given you urge you to sit up in bed and reach for your PC – ready to write. Still, your article about tonight’s concert will have to hold. Your followers will understand. It’s not long before you’re in the dark of your bedroom, only getting light from your laptop and taping away at the keyboard. The smut flows out of your brain into word form like it’s nothing and, while it may take you some time, you post a quick oneshot on your side blog. This is not an uncommon activity for you. Far from it and you always post your smut under a completely anonymous name so that no one will know it’s been written by the president of Eren’s fanclub. You fall back into your duvet – the fresh smut on your blog, a thin sheen of sweat, and a dewy mess between your legs serving as the only reminder of your perversion.
The studio is silent, but it doesn’t' phase you. The only sound coming from the air conditioning unit next to you. You hung out at Eren’s studio all night, occasionally running an errand or two for him. His girlfriend didn’t come by, and he didn’t want to have to leave his work to get his own lunch or something. That’s what you’re for. The day dragged on into night seemingly in an instant. It’s been a while since he called you for something. You sight as you get up from your haphazard perch on the sofa and knock on Eren's studio door. You usually have to knock twice because he wears headphones when he’s working. You raise your hand to knock once more but the door swings open and you’re met with an irritated expression, your fist still raised in front of you.
Eren looks at you expectantly, still silent. “Just wanted to let you know I’m heading out for the night. Do you need me to take care of anything else?” When you arrived at his workspace, you brought breakfast for him. In between stints of him staying locked away in his room, you brought him lunch. Now here you both are at nearly ten at night and he hasn’t bothered you for much else. “Dinner, maybe?”
Eren gives you a look that bothers you. It looks as if he means to ask you if you have anything else to do besides bringing him all three of his meals. He looks like he wants to tell you to worry about yourself. He could order food. You worry about the day he tells you that he doesn’t need you. It’s always burried beneath the surface. You know that day is coming. “No, just leave for fucks sake Y/N.”
Your idol looks at you with a disgusted expression and slams the door in your face. For a moment, all you can really do is stare at the surface of the steel door ominously shut in front of you. Never a thank you. Never a hint of gratitude. Bastard. Something in you snaps. The resolve you hold onto by the skin of your teeth cracks a little and you don’t stop yourself from banging on the door once more. Eren groans in frustration from the other side and swings it open, repeating his actions with a little more rage on his face this time. “The fuck?!” He shouts, looking ready to berate you.
His eyes are furious, clearly already dealing with being frustrated all day because his girlfriend is posting on IG all day about all the fun, she’s having without him while he’s working. Maybe you don’t make matters any better, hovering around him when he really doesn’t need you to be. That possibility rests neglected in the back of your mind so that you can get your words out, finally speaking your mind. “You know...” And you give yourself time to run over your words to be sure they’re exactly what you want. “You could be nicer to me. I do so much for you, and you never even thank me.”
Eren exhales, beyond pissed at you. He wishes he could fire you, but you don’t necessarily work for him. You’re not on his company’s payroll or anything. Neither he nor his girlfriend pays you for all the work you do for him. That’s what he finds so pathetic about you. You willingly get out of bed every morning with the intention of running his errands and playing servant to someone that doesn’t even want you around. What really pisses him off is that he can’t even kick you out of his life. He’s brought it up to his management. Can we do something about the annoying fangirl that’s always following me around, he asked in a meeting once.
It seemed like a fair question, but he was advised by multiple people to give you things to do until you got bored of him and found someone else to obsess over. Your blog is read by the majority of his fans. The popularity of your words, thoughts, and opinions isn’t lost on him. What would happen if he were outed for being an asshole to the girl that worships him and dedicates so much time to him and his career? God, he’d probably get cancelled or something. That knowledge of the power and influence you hold over him is not lost on him. It lingers in the back of his head but the words he throws at you in the moment are a product of him not thinking clearly – letting his annoyance control his every move. “I didn’t ask you to dedicate all your time to me. You chose to do this, Y/N, so I really don’t owe you any gratitude.” He shouts once more.
The logic behind the fact that he didn’t ask you to do anything you do for him, therefore he doesn’t have to thank you, is bullshit. How hard is it to say thank you to someone that gives you all of their time? That devotes it all to you so selflessly? You do more than his worthless girlfriend does! “That’s not true!” You have to refrain from stomping your foot. You feel your body heat up. Pissed isn’t even the word to describe how you’re feeling. Confusion scrambles your thoughts. “What did I do that was so wrong?”
It’s not that you did anything wrong. He never wanted you around from the beginning. From day one, Eren knew that he didn’t want to be the type of artist that had stupid things like fan clubs. He knows that it isn’t your fault that he feels this way but, at this moment, he doesn’t care. You act like a Make-A-Wish kid, and he finally speaks his truth, not caring how harsh he might sound. “I just don’t want to deal with some starfucker all the time!” His tone carries throughout the sound booth that you’ve both stepped into and, to say the accusation hurt your feelings, would be a real understatement.
You really can’t believe he just said that to you. Of course, you’re beyond attracted to him. Maybe you’re not so subtle in your jealousy of his girlfriend. Fuck, maybe you’re obvious. You’ve never crossed the line with him though. Inappropriate urges come and go, and you ignore them like a trooper because that’s just what adults are supposed to do.
“I’m not a starfucker!” You exclaim, annoyed that he assumes the worst of you and won’t even give you a chance. Your love for him is better than any sexual attraction there could be. Eren is more than that. You love his music. You love his heart and soul. The love you have for him would be just as strong without his body. Sometimes, you wonder why you worship Eren. He’s never given you a shred of appreciation for all of the love you give him – not that you feel like he should reciprocate. It’s almost as if he goes out of his way to avoid the words thank you.
His music is... otherworldly though and it speaks for itself. He’s talented and no one, not even you, can take that away from him. No matter how he treats the president of his fan club, he’ll never lack open doors in his life. There’s always going to be an endless line of women just like you to worship the ground he walks on, and he knows that. You’re not sure why you feel the need to fruitlessly defend your intentions to him. “I'm… your biggest fan." He’s never going to believe you anyway.
“What’s the fucking difference.” A rhetorical question but your head swells with answers, all proving your innocent intent. Eren turns to seat himself back at his work desk, an indication for you to leave him alone without another word. The self-defense you keep rattling off is hard to stop though. You can’t help yourself.
You finally snap. “Not everyone wants to fuck you, Eren.” It’s... a lie. You’re lying right now but he doesn’t have to know that. Your service to him, the blog you run, everything that you’ve done to further advance his career, comes from an innocent place.
He chuckles and pulls his headphones from around his neck, dropping them on the soundboard in front of him. He’s not entirely arrogant or full of himself. “I know that.” He mutters under his breath before standing to his feet and towering over you. His voice chills and he steps towards you, so close that you can smell his cologne. “But I know you do.” More arrogance pours out of his mouth. He speaks as if he knows with absolute certainty that you hold sexual attraction for him. This side of him would be so unattractive if he weren’t completely right.
That’s the thing though. He’s not just being his arrogant self. Eren is speaking like he knows he’s right and your heart drops at the realization. “H-how?” As if that word alone isn’t a direct indication of his intuition. He doesn’t break eye contact with you and the intensity between you grows. You begin to feel dizzy.
Eren sucks his teeth and exhales, giving a look signaling that he’s about to drop a bomb on you and before he even opens his mouth, you know exactly what’s really going on – why he’s so confident in his accusation that your intentions are less than pure. “Because I read your blog.”
Your heart stops beating for a moment, but you hide your shock well. You haven’t lost yet. You can still cover this up. He didn’t specify which blog. “Congratulations, asshole. Millions of people read my blog.” It’s not a lie. Millions of people read your blog dedicated to attending Eren’s shows, his daily routines, or whatever else you post. People like that type of stuff. No one knows that you run a second smut blog. You did so well when setting the account up, using a burner email to sign up and a burner phone number to secure the account. You keep them separate from each other and even use a fake pseudonym on the secret account. It’s airtight. He doesn’t know.
Eren’s next words shatter you though. Your entire online reputation flashes before your eyes, millions of instant likes that you usually get evaporate. Your verification and prestige will be worthless. Not to mention that Eren probably thinks you’re some perverted creep now. And Crystal would have a fucking field day branding you as a stalker for clout online. It’s over. Your life is over, isn’t it?
Your heart truly stops. “I know about your side blog, Y/N.” You’re genuinely concerned about dropping dead of a heart attack. Eren’s words go muffled even as he explains that he found it because you left your Tumblr up on a desktop around his studio after writing an article and he happened to glance at it before you could log off. What awful luck, you think. Truly, you’re angrier at yourself for not being more careful. His satisfied smirk is burned into your brain. Why shouldn’t he be satisfied? He caught you lacking and now you’re going to pay the price. “And I found your stan Twitter through it too.” Insult to injury, really.
The truth is all out in the open now though. Eren knows exactly what you think about him, what you write about him. He’s always known and never said anything, just looked you in the eye and lied to you for who knows how long. And when you reflect on the twenty-something fanfictions you’ve posted about him on Tumblr and AO3, you can’t be upset with him for growing to have distaste for you. Some of the kinks in those fics are too much. You get light-headed and almost let your knees buckle when your mind fills with the filthy words that he read about himself – all coming from your mind. “You read my...” But your words die on your tongue when you can’t even bring yourself to say it.
“Every time you post.” He doesn’t miss a beat, knowing the effect his words are having on your frail mind, knowing that your life is flashing before your eyes. You did notice a few weeks back that he’d get notifications form his phone around the times your scheduled posts would go out on your smut blog but never thought anything of it, writing off the fact that it was your fic going to his phone as something that was impossible.
Now you’re learning that it was entirely possible. The post from last night about how you got off on the idea of him writing music for you. You take a minute to soak in his confession, knowing that he’s won this argument, and your first instinct is to apologize and tell him that you’ll leave him alone – knowing how creepy your fanfic must be to him.
Eren lets you squirm, lets you cry a bit. You look like you’re on the brink of a panic attack, breathing uneven and erratic. He can tell that you’re really fucking humiliated and something in him likes that. Something in the way he sees you changes. You’re kind of cute; letting silent tears flow down your cheeks. He scrolled through your side blog for countless hours.
When you begin to struggle to get your breathing back under control, Eren lets himself visibly soften – intentions changing. He clears his throat. “You’re actually a good writer.” He provides a small compliment. It’s worth noting that your side blog is almost as popular as your main and his fans seem to love everything you write about him – even though it’s all smut. Who knew the meek little fangirl was actually a serious freak?
The panic attack bubbling up inside of you takes over and you begin bawling, shaking out of fear. “I’m so sorry, Eren!” Your tears streak across your cheeks. You don’t want him to send you away, unaware that he can’t actually do that. But you can’t really think of an excuse for being a fic writer to someone you know in real life. You know how it must look. Clearly, his compliment went in one in one ear and out the other since you don’t reference it – despite begging him for some kind of validation for months.
Eren does something that puts you in shock. He places his hands on your shoulders and looks you in the eye, speaking softly as if he’s trying to take his words back after seeing the reaction, he achieved from you. He hushes you and tries to calm you down, never seeing you quake in fear like this and not liking it one bit – never been one to handle a crying girl. “Calm down, Y/N.” Eren exhales a deep breath and rolls his eyes at your hysterics.
To your credit, you manage to get your shit together on demand. The panic still buzzes unpleasantly just under the surface of your skin, and you can’t shake the feeling of dread. You hiccup, small sobs still passing between your lips. Eren’s large palms linger on your bare shoulders and the touch is as tender as you almost imagined it to be – as you wrote it to be. “I’m not upset with you.” He promises.
“You’re not?” You sniffle, voice croaking. Salty tears dry on your cheeks, and you find it in yourself to stare into the forest green eyes once again. Eren leans into you, testing your limits. Sure, you get on his nerves sometimes. It really pisses him off sometimes that someone like you can find it in yourself to accompany him throughout the journey of his career, but his girlfriend can’t. The devotion that fills your body when it comes to Eren doesn’t even come close to hers. Oftentimes he wonders if she’s just with him for status and the engagement ring he hasn’t found time to give her feels like it weighs a ton in his pocket right now.
In spite of the fact that he finds you annoying, he still thinks you’re a nice girl and your loyalty to him and his music is refreshing. Eren can respect that you haven’t really crossed any lines with him. You clearly channeled all of those feelings into fic, and he actually finds it... hot. Maybe he should go easier on you, he thinks. Maybe he should be kinder to someone that loves him as much as you do. “I’m not.” He confirms that he’s not feeling anger. Maybe he should give you what you want. Surely, you’ve earned it. “I actually... kind of like your fanfiction.” He speaks honestly.
Now you’re confused. That’s not even the word for it, really. There isn’t a word big enough to describe the distress you’ve gone through in the last few minutes. “W-what?” Eren doesn’t say anything else. He leans in and gives you a look, as if asking permission for something. In no universe would you ever refuse Eren’s request – even a silent one like this. You’re having a difficult time processing the new developments between the two of you. He’s really read all of your fics. He likes them. It’s unbelievable.
You nod your head and breathe in softly, giving into him. When he closes the gap between you with his lips, you have to fight the urge to pinch your arm to figure out if you’re having another one of those dreams again. He kisses you softly, hands leaving your shoulders and wandering down to your waist. And you let your instincts guide your actions. The two of you kiss softly for what feels like hours and you still let silent tears run from the corners of your eyes, keeping them hooded out of fear that he’ll disappear if you fully close them.
When he pulls away from you, Eren doesn’t say anything for a moment – seeming to gauge your reaction. He thumbs at the tears on your face, he smiles. “Why are you still crying, baby?” But you can’t bring yourself to part your lips. All you can do is stare at your idol in disbelief. Even though you work so closely with him, you would’ve never guessed that something like this would happen – not with his girlfriend around.
His girlfriend. Crystal. How could you forget about her and let Eren kiss you like that? Guilt fills you up and, even though you two hate each other, you’re not sure if you could be the type of girl that someone uses to cheat. Does Eren even like you? What a fucking stupid question. You know he doesn’t like you. Why would his feelings change all of a sudden? How does knowledge of your smut blog change things? Eren speaks faster than your thoughts move. “Why don’t you let me give you some new material to write about?” He whispers, hands never moving from your hips and pulling you closer to him. Eren smirks at your loss for words. Of course, you’re speechless but you don’t think you could sleep peacefully ever again if you passed up such an opportunity.
Eren’s asking if he fuck you. That’s the only thing you know to be true in this moment. You find it in yourself to nod your head to indicate your consent. He chuckles, leaning over you to flick up a light switch. It doesn’t illuminate the dim room you’re standing in, just turns on the do not disturb sign outside of his studio. He shuts and locks the door behind you.
Before you have a chance to register what’s happening, Crystal’s boyfriend is holding you close to him and kissing you with more hunger and passion than you’ve ever seen between the two of them. They kiss in front of you all the time by now that Eren’s hot lips are attached to your own, you don’t think they’ve ever shared a kiss beyond a peck in front of you. The idea thar Eren is kissing you with more passion than he does with his girlfriend turns you on more than anything in the world could.
Eren’s lips are softer than you dreamt they would be, softer than you wrote them as. Eren lets the kiss ease you into the experience. It’s not long before he pulls away from you and lets his filthy thoughts out into the world. “You gonna let me do what I want to you?” And you can acknowledge that he’s only asking you that because you’re such a big fan of his that you’re bound to say yes. He knows you too well; knows that you’d do anything to please him. Eren squeezes your hips, keeping your body close to him. You don’t have to say anything. Your idol knows the answer to the question already.
“And are you gonna keep it a secret? Not gonna post about it on your little blog?” That’s a harder promise to make but you agree. It’s not long before you feel Eren’s dick hardening against your thigh, as close as the two of you are to each other. He kisses you deeper; until you’re dying to breathe and, in spite of it all, you still can’t believe that this is happening. You thought that he had hate for you that would run too deep to touch you. More so, you always figured that his frivolous girlfriend was enough to satisfy him. Thank God you’re close enough to see the trouble in paradise for what it really is.
Eren backs up until he’s able to seat himself in the desk chair he’s always working in and pulls you along with him so that you’re carefully seated on his lap, your thighs straddling either side of his legs. You whine at the feeling of your spread legs against his clothed dick. His hands, sneaky sneaky hands, make their way from your waist up your body and pull your shirt up along with them, exposing your skin with every inch. Eren unclasps your bra like a pro, like he does it every day, and lets it fall to the ground. The simple action leaves you to wonder how often he and Crystal find themselves in this exact compromising position when you’re around. You figure that, if they fucked in his office, you would hear them, so you let go of thought go and focus on the moment. Your idol feasts his eyes on your tits when they’re finally exposed to his hungry gaze.
He seems to survey your expression, looking for any signs of unease, and when he finds that you’re only getting hotter and much more bothered with every passing second, Eren leans into your chest to take one of your hardened nipples into his mouth. His pleased hum vibrates along your sensitive skin when a resounding moan exits your mouth. You’re so easy to get riled up, really, aren’t you embarrassed? He wonders this as he watches you throw your head back, loving the feeling of his hot tongue lazily stroking your soft nipple.
Eren generously lets you rut against his clothed dick, liking the friction and loving the desperation in your whines. His jeans get tighter with every thrust, his cock gets harder with every moan. And soon enough you're both growing desperately. “Are you my biggest fan?” Eren asks, through moans and through mouthfuls of your sensitive flesh. He gropes you as if trying to commit every curve of your body to memory. He removes his mouth from your body and looks at you with all seriousness.
“Yes!” You cry, hips never slowing, movements never ceasing. You dry-hump Eren for as long as he allows you too – feeling the privilege of this action. You moan every word out and try to gulp, feeling a simple action like breathing becoming a chore; something you have to concentrate on.
Eren pulls you back, hands going back to your hips to control your actions. His eyes glaze over with an emotion you’ve never seen in them before. And when he speaks up, the sternness of his words freezes you to your core. “Then get on your knees and fuckin’ prove it.” There isn’t a moment of hesitation. You’re careful when you climb out of his lap, still drunk from his kiss.
You ignore the ache when you get to your knees, fully submissive between Eren’s legs. Eren unbuckles his belt and allows his dick to spring free. He’s long but not lacking in girth, one prominent vein running along the length of the shaft and blushed at this tip – leaking precum already. A sense of accomplishment runs through your body like a shiver at the fact that you’ve already got Eren leaking.
He catches you staring and gives you a look as if to ask if you’re gonna suck it or just stare at it. Eternity feels like it passes, through your fingertips but soon enough, you find the nerve to allow your palms to make contact with Eren's dick, that doesn’t necessarily look like you pictured it to look. You sit up properly and hesitantly mouth at the crying tip, slit covered in salty fluid. It’s your first time giving anyone head and he can tell. You’re really no good and he’s not too shy to voice his dissatisfaction. “First time?” He asks, insulting you without even trying. “Thought you wanted to suck me off really bad, considering how much you write about it.” And he’s right. You do want to suck him off. Fuck, you really want to please him. It’s like second nature.
The corners of your lips sting as they stretch to accommodate his girth. Eren never wastes an opportunity to remind you that he knows all your secrets. You try to take him all in your mouth but cough a bit. He pulls you off his dick and makes you stop. “S’ okay. We’ll come back to that.” And he blames himself for not training you properly. Eren decides to focus on loosening you up so that you’ll be of some use to him.
Eren uses his large palm to pat a specific part of his work desk directly in front of him, signaling for you to take a seat on the exact spot. You obey, just as you would if he asked you to bend your body into a pretzel or something else just as impossible. “Show me what you do when you're thinking about me at home.” You look him in the eye, searching for some inconsistency. Eren is just as serious as he always is. Your legs spread on their own, minds of their own. You don’t bother pulling your panties off your body, settling of pulling them aside and exposing your glistening pussy to your idol.
He stares in disbelief, as if the idea of such a pretty pussy walking around him all day and him not knowing it is simply something that couldn’t be. Somehow, the experience of touching yourself in front of him isn’t embarrassing. You don’t get bashful easily – for some reason you’ll puzzle out later. You can’t bring yourself to make eye contact with Eren though, eyes settling comfortably on his palm that grips his still erect dick. Your fingers land on your own clit easily, not wasting time twirling it around and you find it in yourself to pleasure yourself quickly. You gasp. “Oh.” It’s shameless, really. So shameless the way you touch yourself fin front of Eren just because he demanded for you to do so but fuck if you care. It’s not long before you’re rubbing quick circles before his devious eyes.
You let your moans will the soundproof room, not caring how slutty you sound in the slightest. You waste no time moaning his name, loving the way it tastes in your mouth. Eren watches as you throw your head back and expertly rub your glistening pearl. “Look at me when you cum.” He demands, voice like velvet. He’s impossible to deny, sounding like that. You find it in yourself to look back at him and maintain eye contact.
He keeps his eyes on you, only growing achingly hard at the fact that you can take direction and obey him. That’s how you cum. You cum just as he ordered you to, playing your delicate clit and staring desperately into Eren’s eyes, as if you could cast a love spell on the singer with this method. “So fucking pretty.” Eren compliments you, giving you more of the praise that you craved from him for so long.
No longer thinking about self-control, the singer allows himself to scoot the desk chair closer to you and inch his face to your heated core. You task yourself with holding your soiled panties out to the way as Eren laps up the sticky mess on your core. Slurping sounds feel the sound-treated studio, music to both of your ears – he's tempted to put the symphony of pleasure in his neck album.
The desire to give you a well-deserved orgasm on his own overcomes Eren and he doesn’t stop himself from filling you with the six-inch long digits, finding your throbbing core instantly and earning a scream from the barrel of your throat. “You like that?” Eren asks as if your moans of pleasure aren’t answer enough. You grip the edge of the desk with one hand and let the other bury in his hair, feet planted securely on the wooden surface of the desk. This is better than any fanfiction you could possibly write. Saying that Eren lives up to expectations isn’t really fair because he makes it his mission to exceed them.
“Yes, Eren!” You cry, losing all resolve. He finger-fucks you until you’re hurdling straight into your next orgasm and flying to close to the sun. You cry out loud, sure that this room isn’t soundproof enough to hide that sounds of ecstasy he coaxes out of your parted lips. You want to assure him even more, assure him that he’s as good as he thinks he is. Nothing would make you feel better than to be able to inflate Eren’s ego.
“Say it then.” He demands, wanting more from you. Eren curls his fingers up, seeming to know exactly where your softest spots are within and taking advantage of the knowledge. Assuming that he has an ego to feed was a good instinct on your part. “Wanna hear in your fucked-out voice, baby girl.” For a moment, you fool yourself into thinking that Eren actually cares about your pleasure. You cry out, telling him whatever he wants to hear and using your hands to keep you secure on the table and begin to thrust your hips up to fuck yourself on his fingers.
No amount of degrading words flowing through Eren’s lips can mar this moment. You’ve written about doing these very things with him. You’ve dreamed about them and now it’s finally happening. You’ll cum for him as many times as he wants you to, no questions asked. “This is really all you needed, huh?” He chuckles. “Just needed to someone to slut you out really good.” You’re still thrusting your hips to meet his fingers and when you cum again, you squirt enough to leave yourself sitting in a puddle on the hardwood of his work desk. You can’t find it in yourself to be embarrassed by this though, almost proud that you can produce so much for him, proud of your copious amounts of arousal. “Look at the mess you made on my work desk, Y/N.” Eren teases, feigning annoyance and loving the borderline humiliated look that crosses your expression.
Still, you keep your legs spread and your leaking pussy exposed before his eyes until he tells you otherwise. You pant, tired from the concentration that had to go into focusing on yet another orgasm. Anything for your idol though. He scoots back a bit to take in the view, you all spread out and fully obedient for him – more devoted to pleasing him than anyone he’s ever met in his life. If he wasn’t so hard in his pants right now, he’d be terrified of you. “Can’t very well explain that to the cleaning crew, can I?” He pulls you up by your wrist to stand with your wobbly legs.
He doesn’t waste time asking if you’re into what he’s got planned. Eren just fists his hands in your hair and pulls your head back, fighting the urge to bite into the inviting flesh of your neck. You shiver at the warm breath on your skin. “Lick it up.” Eren’s words are cold. His demand is harsh. You let him manhandle you into bending over the wood of the desk until you’re eye level with your mess.
A deranged part of you wants to ask him if he’s serious but the more dominant part of you jumps to obey him, pushes that weaker side down and ignores it, neglects it until it finally dies. Your tongue graciously laves over the hard wooden surface of the desk that Eren works at every day, creating songs that reach the deepest parts of your soul. He stands behind you, eyes glued to you like a warden, staring in disbelief as you lap up every bit of your own juices. He can’t believe you really listened to him without a single word of question. Really, he’s wondering how he allowed himself to look over you all this time. You’re such a fun little toy.
Your phone chimes, interrupting your ministrations as you lap up every drop until a sticky layer of cum-coated saliva films wooden surface. The both of you unanimously decide to ignore the notification as he pulls you back up for another sloppy kiss. Perverted bastard. You love it. Eren lets his tongue overlay yours, tasting your own cum in your mouth and getting hard at the humiliation he’s putting you through – knowing that you like it.
He’s clearly pleased with the way you allow yourself to bend at his will, to be used by him and played with like a little sex doll. Crystal would never allow herself to be treated this way, but your clit is already throbbing at the idea of him degrading you further. He loves that you allow yourself to come out of your shell and watches closely as you kick your bottoms off from around your legs; fully exposing your body for him to rake his eyes over.
Without awaiting another order from the singer, you rest your elbows on the moist tabletop in front of you and bend over it to put your pretty pussy on display. Eren makes a pleased sound and fully removes his pants, matching you. He pulls his dick out and lines it up with your waiting cunt. Just before he grazes your slick entrance with his throbbing tip, your phone lets out another annoying notification. This time he spares it a glance but doesn’t let it break his concentration. It’s annoying him but not enough to take him away from you.
Your pussy sucks him in like a vortex. He inches himself into you slowly at first, worried that he might bust instantly at the feeling of you pulsing around him. And he tries to fuck you with his whole dick just as slowly, savoring the way you feel wrapped around him for the first time, but he can’t control himself. You can’t believe that this is happening. Your idol is bottoming out inside of you, fucking you with a growing urgency and beginning to moan as well.
He moans out loud about how good you feel, and you can’t stop yourself from wondering if you feel better than Crystal. You want to feel bad about wondering if you’re a better fuck that his serious girlfriend, but you can’t, although you don’t beg the question out loud. “You’re amazing.” You use your mouth for something other than moaning for once and give him some much-desired praise.
“That’s gospel, baby.” He kisses the back of your head, fucking you at the pace of a wild animal soon after. He feels so good inside of you, living up to the fantasy of him that lingered in your head and on your Tumblr. You wish for a moment that you could tell your followers just how good Eren fucks. He grips your hips, slamming himself into you and letting the sound of your moans fill his ears; accompanied by the sound of flesh smack against flesh. Sweat gathers on his hairline from exertion and, while he won’t dare say it, you’re so much better than his girlfriend that he can’t stand it. He wishes you were her.
"Look at yourself. Getting fucked filthy by your favorite celebrity. Dreams really do come true.” He degrades you and groans as your walls seize around him due to the harsh words. The edge of the desk creates a painful crease in your skin as push yourself further into it and you just know that if he could see it from his angle, Eren would fill you up at the knowledge that he was fucking you full of pleasure and pain. The pain you’re receiving pushes you into your next orgasm, dry but no less satisfying.
“God, fuck, Eren!” You cry out, cum spurting out of you in all directions to leave yet another mess for you to mop up with your tongue. Eren’s ego needs to see the face he’s causing you to create, expression all scrunched up in pleasure. He’s not gentle when he pulls you off the desk and turns you to press your back into the hard wood - sure that the new position is uncomfortable and distracting you from that by pushing his dick right back into you until the hilt. You cry out at the delicious burn of him stretching you out once again. The new position affords Eren the ability to reach deeper parts inside of you, cock travel all the way up the temple of your cunt until it kisses your uterus in the most deliciously painful way possible.
Your hands unconsciously shoot up to run your nails along the tender flesh of Eren’s back, only for him to yank your hands back down and pin them above your head. “Sorry, baby. Can’t have you scratching my back up for her to see.” Something about him mentioning her pisses you off but you bite your tongue in favor of moaning as you take more of his harsh thrusts. He skips the gentleness and fucks you hard, gaping you on his long girth.
While gazing down at your pretty face, Eren’s eyeline focuses on your puckered mouth – circled to let out your slutty little moans one-by-one. “Open your mouth wider.” He demands, without even thinking about it. “Now.” And never needing to be told twice, you obey, stretching your lips to follow orders. He doesn’t slow his tempo; hips snapping to nail the softest part of your pussy and elicit moans from you all the same. He really takes you by surprise when he leans over your mouth and spits thickly into your waiting mouth.
He doesn’t have to deliver an order after his spit hits your tongue. You take a moment to savor Eren’s taste before swallowing it all down, assuring him that his saliva is on its way to rest in the pit of your stomach; successfully marking you. It’s not enough though. You can’t consider yourself fully marked by your idol until you have him filling all your holes – not just your mouth. “Eren...” You moan, dutifully taking each stroke he serves you. He feels so good against your constricting walls, shoving in and barely having enough self-control to pull out so he can fuck you properly. “Cum inside me, p-please!”
You know it’s so toxic of you to ask. You know this. The last thing you’d want Eren to think is that you’re trying to baby-trap him by practically begging him to fill you up when you’re both already so close to cumming. You hope he won’t lose any of the meager respect he has for you when you beg the question, his fists grip your wrists harder. “I already did.” He grunts, giving you a moment to feel his warmth pooling inside of your tightening cunt.
You gasp at the otherworldly feeling, feeling so full. You feel so unbelievably full of him, and you gasp at the sensation. You’re at a loss for words, can’t believe he just bred you like that. Your bodies stick together as he fucks you through your orgasm, hand wiggling between your sweat-slick bodies to stroke circles around your clit. You gasp, yet another rush of feelings causing your body to quake and the overwhelming sentiment of being bred by the man you worship enough to push you over the edge and squirt in such copious amounts that the small tuft of hair nestled at the base of Eren’s cock turns a darker shade of brown when your juices are soaking him there. "Aw, you should see how cute your face looks like this. Cumming your nonexistent brains out like this." His words go right over your head, unable to comprehend anything that doesn’t have to do with the breathtaking orgasm he’s gifted you.
The two of you take a moment to breathe. His eyes rake over your exhausted body, admiring his handiwork and watching as his cum dribbles out of you in small spurts of milky white. He’s about to compliment the way you took him, better than anyone ever has, when your phone goes off once more – sounding as if someone is trying urgently to reach you. Could it be another guy? He would’ve never assumed that you were both taken cheaters. Call him a hypocrite but the idea of you being taken by some other guy, despite the dedication you give him, really pisses him off.
You’re falling in and out of consciousness, still too sensitive to notice him grabbing your phone from the pocket of your discarded clothing. He opens it, finding that you don’t lock your phone. The notification screen is full of alerts from Instagram, showing that Crystal has been posting for the last few hours while he’s had you locked in his studio and fucking your brains out. He should’ve known it wasn’t a boyfriend. Who would date a fan girl like you? “You follow her?” Eren laughs when your phone lights up with the notification that she’s posting on IG. “I don’t even follow her.”
The look on your face suggests embarrassment but he’s sure that you just try to keep up the frenemies appearance with Crystal and that’s why you stay updated on her social media. You sit up to see what he’s seeing. Her feed is displaying photos of her at a bar or something, taking shots, smiling, and cuddling up with some other influencers. He scrolls along, irritated with her. Before he has the chance to shove your phone back at you, another pops up right before his eyes.
Crystal’s eyes aren’t on the person taking the photo, just locked in on a guy, making intense eye contact. He’s got her arms around her waist and he’s clearly flirting with her and she’s not rejecting him. And Eren knows those eyes. She flashes them at him when she’s in heat all the time. What really pisses him off is that he’s asked her hundreds of times to stop hanging out with that guy because he’s clearly just trying to fuck her. Now look at her. She bails out on a night with him to be with him? Suddenly, any guilt he could’ve had about cheating on his girlfriend with you evaporates and is replaced by the overwhelming need to make a point.
The look in Eren’s eyes significantly darkens and maybe a gaze like that would scare a normal woman but it only coaxes out another burst of arousal. He grips your wrists and pulls you close to him, completely overtaking your mouth with his own. The kiss is infused with his anger. It’s furious and you don’t need to know why. All he manages to do is turn you on. Your knees feel weak as you moan into the kiss. He doesn’t show you any mercy, not giving you a moment to breathe until he’s satisfied that he’s taken his frustration out on you. The singer grips your hair, pulling harshly. He grits his teeth when he speaks again. “On your knees again.”
For a moment, you worry that you did something to piss him off but let that thought go. You’ve been perfectly obedient and only done what you were told. You whimper a bit as Eren stares down at you, kneeling before him. If he asked you to pray only to him, you would do so. His dick hardens again, so easily. “Kiss.” He growls, eyes full of rage and hints of lust for you.
Your lips pucker and smear with precum when you observe his orders. You lick all that your small tongue can reach and swallow the piquant substance down. You’re still no good at giving him head but your burning desire to please him makes up for any lack of skill. Eren focuses on his orgasm but doesn’t let himself lose sight of what he’s planning. Eren pushes himself into your mouth, hot tip brushing your cheeks.
Your idol holds your phone up, turning on the flash and nearly blinding you. He begins recording himself as he rocks his hips into your dedicated mouth, letting himself moan as loud as he wants. “Y/N.” Your sore pussy clenches as he says your name. And just before Eren cums, he says the two words you’ve always wanted to hear from him. “T-thank you, Y/N.” Tears well up in your eyes, proud that you’ve finally been able to do a job for Eren that wasn’t completely thankless. He pulls out of your mouth and strokes himself over your face until he’s shooting warm ropes to paint your features.
“Stick your tongue out.” He gasps, being careful to capture everything happening on camera. He jerks himself off through his orgasm and takes great pleasure in staining your pretty face with his seed. “Never waste a drop of my cum. It’s more precious than gold.” When he runs dry, Eren turns the camera off and opens your inbox.
He tosses you his discarded shirt to clean your face of his juices. “M’ gonna send this to her.” He announces before he just sends it off. You want to question his intentions. Sure, you feel bad for letting him use you to cheat but you assumed that the two of you would just fuck and hide it from her. The idea of sneaking around turns you on a lot. But the idea of being exposed, the fear in being immortalized as a dirty slut isn’t unpleasant. The hesitation within you subsides. You nod and signal for him to send the video to the bitch, the image of her shocked face when she opens the video to see her boyfriend giving you cumshots enough to arouse you all over again.
You seat yourself in his lap, both of you sticking together thanks to being covered in a layer of sex. “Won’t she break up with you?” You don’t mean to sound so clueless but you’re not sure where the sudden spite for his girlfriend came from and you're not sure what good can come from this. Eren seems to have made up his mind though. He presses the send button and waits for her response.
The worried look in your eyes is the only thing that softens him. He looks at you, assures you that you have nothing to worry about. He’s pissed at her for disrespecting him. As much as he doesn’t want to think about it, Eren just knows that she’s probably on her knees for the other guy at this very moment. No, he doesn’t feel like he’s out of line. He gives you his eyes and plants a chaste kiss on your cheek. “This is me breaking up with her, baby.”
And Eren can’t help but wonder how he never noticed how perfect you were and commits himself to treating you better, the way that you deserve. Both of your phones begin to let off alerts soon enough, likely a response to the sex tape that you just leaked of yourselves. “Hope you got plenty of more material for that blog of your because I’m expecting a post tonight.”