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smells like teen spirit.

SYNOPSIS ✰ welcome to the team little freshman!

WARNINGS ✰ dark content, non/dubcon, gangbang manipulation, coercion, drugging (aphrodisiac), cheerleader! fem! reader, football player! aot guys, corruption, cherry picking, blood, misogyny, recording without consent, college au, aot guys whoring the reader out, not proofread (have fun with this)

WC ✰ 4.3k

Let’s get this straight: the Paradis Titans were not a group of nice boys— far from it actually.

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[eijiprotector]

𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄

𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍 𝐉𝐀𝐄𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

Synopsis: In which you’re a dancer for the world renowned band Paradis’ tour & the leader and golden boy Eren Jaeger has taken quite a liking to you, he’s been waiting to get his hands on you, for months. It looks like today is his lucky day.

This is based on my rockstar!eren headcanons which you can also read here.

CW: Heavy smut, dry humping, oral, penetration, mentions of virginity loss, hints of infidelity, Eren being manipulative & toxic.

A/N: Take this as a thank you for 1000 followers!

“Y/n, Jaeger’s here for you again.” Nanaba, your dance couch for Paradis’ tour points behind her with a slack expression on her face. She’s clearly unimpressed by the brunette devil sporting a smirk on his lips, his beautifully deep teal eyes drag to yours in such amusement that you almost wish you could read his mind. His hair is tied back in his signature style of course — albeit the stray hairs that somehow frame his face perfectly and God you could talk about those eyelashes for days. If there was one thing you knew about the lead vocal for Paradis it was that he was beautiful and admittedly every time he got you out of dance practice it felt wrongly exciting.

“You know you can’t keep stealing my best dancer right? I kinda need her to know the choreography for your songs.” She turns to face him, there’s a dangerous smile lingering on his lips while his hands are pushed deeply into his pockets.

“Just this once.” He promises, it’s a lie and that shouldn’t surprise you.

“That’s what you say everytime.” Nanaba rolls her eyes, “What do you want her for anyway?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” He lets out a breathy laugh while leaning against the wall behind him, something lights up in his eyes as you walk over though you and Nanaba share the same expression, unimpressed.

“She’s right.” You back the head choreographer for two reasons. 1) She’s extremely scary when she wants to be, the majority of that includes the next time she sees you after Eren pulls you away. 2) You’d already missed a countless amount of practices due to the boy anyway. Though it was hard to say no, not when he was the sole reason you were on this tour anyway. Besides, Nanaba knows what he says goes, he’s not necessarily her superior but the second Paradis’ star boy starts whining about how he doesn’t like her she’d be gone, that wasn’t something she could afford.

“You’re good at what you do.” He says, pushing himself off the wall. He’s so convinced you’ll come with him because he knows you, you’re friends at this point and that means you’re aware that he never takes no for an answer. “So you’ll have no problem catching up.”

“Come on Eren—“

“Please?” He interrupts, here he goes pulling out the big guns. As if on cue a dejected expression appears on his face, he pouts slightly while gazing down at you longingly. He grabs your arm, tugging you to come along with him.

“Why are you like this?” You sigh, giving Nanaba a sorry look but how could she blame you? You were in the same boat as her, neither of you had the power to say no to Eren Jaeger, and chances are he wouldn’t let you.

As usual the other girls in practice whisper amongst themselves, always speculating between the relationships you and Eren had. The most popular theory was that you were fucking of course but as they’d told you a million times it was nothing to be ashamed of. In fact, you should wear it on your forehead as a sign of pride but the simple fact was that it just wasn’t true. You were friends, and he only wanted to be friends, right?

“Can’t help it.” He murmurs, dipping down so that his lips are practically grazing your earlobe, “I’m lonely without you.”

“If you keep saying stuff like that people will get the wrong idea.” You hit him lightly on the shoulder, much to his amusement.

He cracks a grin, leaning forwards so only you could catch his words. “If you don’t come with me now then I’ll definitely give them the wrong idea.” It’s a threat that he intends to go through with, you know Eren which means you know it’s never a good idea to call his bluff.

You gulp, nodding with agreement. “Okay fine but this is the last time.”

He chuckles to himself, turning on his heel. He’s already eager to get out of here. Truthfully, the only time he has any interaction with Nanaba, or any of the dancers for that matter is when he comes to watch you. He won’t lie, he’s done some fucked up things to the sight of you dancing, so much so that if he told you he’s sure you’d run for the hills but he can’t help it. Sometimes he burns your movement into his memories so he can jerk off to it the same day, the thought of you moving against him like that was exciting. However, you’ve proven that it’s harder to get into your pants than he would’ve anticipated, no wonder you were a virgin. At times he thought it was more hassle than it was worth but the moment he saw your pretty face again he was sold. He knew he had to have you.

“I’ll practice it later, I swear.” You sport your coach one last bashful smile despite the annoyed look on her face before catching up with the reason for all your troubles. Like it wasn’t hard enough being away from home touring with Paradis, to make matters worse Eren was constantly putting the few bonds you did have here with people on the rocks.

“Where are we going?”

“My dressing room.” He replies like he’s been anticipating your question, he’s got a look on his face that reminds you of an angel but you know better than that, it’s a facade.

“And why’s that?”

“Got a new strand of weed, thought you might wanna try.” He glances down at you as you fall into step besides him. He thinks this position suits you, next to him. “Unless you stopped smoking — already?” His tone is challenging and it annoys you, it annoys you because of course you’d want to prove him wrong. He’s the one that got you hooked on this shit in the first place even though you told him it wasn’t a good idea for a dancer to smoke. You needed all the stamina you could get.

“You know I haven’t.” You say meekly, your gaze falling to the ground. He loved that, loved knowing how much he’s corrupted you. Is it filthy? Maybe. Did he care? Not one bit.

He laughs lightly as you make your way through the back rooms. You’re never at one venue long enough to actually get used to the place, let alone know where you’re going. It made you wonder how much Eren would be wondering around and why? He’s probably taken countless girls to his dressing room already in less than the week you’ve been here.

Make no mistake, you’d been to his dressing room countless times before too. The difference was nothing more than friendly interactions would take place there between the two of you. Still, you found it hard to believe that Eren was just maintaining platonic relationships with all the girls he spoke to. But then why you? You couldn’t put your finger on it. You also couldn’t help the lingering thought in the back of your mind that you were unattractive, maybe he just didn’t wanna fuck you.

“How do you know these corridors so well?” You blurt out your thoughts while taking another turn.

He laughs to himself, looking away. “I like to explore.” Another lie. You weren’t sure if Eren was comfortable with lying so much because he thought you wouldn’t catch on or because he knew you would but he also knew you wouldn’t challenge it. You had a feeling it was the second one. Maybe he liked the exert this twisted sense of power over you.

Eventually, his hand turns one of the door knobs and you step into his dressing room. It’s almost the same as all the rest, almost. It has a clothing rack with whatever his stylists have decided will be best for the three performances they have here, a leather couch against the wall with a coffee table just opposite it and a mounted TV purely for his entertainment. The only difference is that this one has a bed, now that caused your eyebrow to raise a little. You knew that some nights Eren would rather sleep in his dressing room than the rowdy tour bus. You supposed he got a bed added for that reason, you couldn’t see him and all his 6ft2 glory fitting on that couch anyway.

Though, much to your surprise Connie, Jean and Armin were here. You’d had interactions with them multiple times, particularly Jean who could only be described as a flirt though you weren’t sure you would consider them to be friends. Essentially, the entire band of Paradis sat in anticipation while Jean rolled one up, it was hard to feel like you weren’t intruding on something.

“Finally.” Armin collapses onto the bed, seeing the two of you walk through the door. “You’re back.”

“What took you so long?” Jean glances over at the two of you, him and Connie are situated on the couch leaving one empty spot at the very end.

Eren points behind him at you, “Nanaba was tryna be difficult with me.”

“You know you don’t have to ask for her permission right?” Connie quirks up an eyebrow, amused by your meek demeanour.

He places a hand on your back, he’s teasing you. “She likes it when I’m polite.”

Armin chuckles, “It’s nice seeing you again y/n.” The other two nod in agreement upon eyeing you head to toe. Sometimes you didn’t understand how surreal your situation was, touring with one of the biggest bands in the world, definitely the hottest members. Somehow even befriending one of them and now you were what? Going to casually light one up with Paradis?

“Yeah, real nice.” Jean is practically liking his lips. Curse you and those stupid shorts you wear for dance practice. Perhaps he ought to be more like Eren and pay you a visit or two. “Eren thinks about you too much.” Connie observes, “Pulled this out and the first thing he’s talking about is how he doesn’t want you to miss it.”

Eren takes a seat besides Jean, you stand there awkwardly not sure where you’re supposed to go.

“Come.” He taps his lap lightly while ignoring Connie’s comment, gesturing you to sit on it. Naturally your eyes widen and of course he finds it amusing. He smiles, looking at his other bandmates. “It’s not a big deal, right guys?” They nod routinely and you swallow whatever is stuck in your throat before slowly walking over and taking a seat. Eren has a satisfied grin as you try to situate yourself, you don’t expect him to place both his hands on your hips, holding you down.

“Who wants to go first?” Jean asks while Connie holds a lighter to the blunt. Across the room you see Armin close the window, they intend to hotbox, great. Looks like you wouldn’t be practicing later today after all.

“Ladies first.” Eren taps your thigh, Jean hands it over to you, they all watch intently as you take the first hit. “Look, she doesn’t even cough anymore.” Eren teases while rubbing your back, the others laugh while you blow out the smoke.

“Sorry.” You say shyly, “I think I got lipgloss on it.” They all wave you off hearing a string of it’s fine and it’s okays fill up the air. You hand it back to Jean and allow it to rotate around the room. It doesn’t take many hits for you all to get high, now you’re putty in Eren’s hands, all laughing and giggling while you run your fingertips down his chiselled chest talking about whatever nonsense the topic of discussion was.

You feel like you’re zoning in and out of reality leaning into the crook of Eren’s neck while he’s got an arm draped around your waist. Connie and Armin are engrossed in their own conversation while him and Jean talk amongst themselves. “Wanna share whats left?” Jean asks, but he’s not looking at the blunt, he looks between you and Eren. A devilish smile is on his lips and you can’t really discern what he means because there is nothing left to share.

You feel a chuckle reverberate against Eren’s chest, he shakes his head lightly. “Not this time, I’ve been dreaming about this one.”

“Oh I get it.” Jean grins, he places a hand on your thigh before speaking up once more, “It was nice seeing you y/n, you should come around more. Don’t wait for Eren to invite you.” He begins standing up, Connie and Armin glance at eachother, seemingly having some shared understanding as they stand too.

“Bye guys.” You wave, looking up at them through those pretty eyelashes of yours and for a second Jean almost considers saying fuck it to Eren but he doesn’t. They trail out slowly, all leaving some lingering touches on your body until it’s just you and Eren left.

You figure now is a good time to climb out of his lap but he holds your hips in place, “Where are you going? You don’t wanna keep me warm?” He asks, it’s a whisper against your neck and it sends all types of goosebumps crawling down your body.

You giggle, your brain is too fogged up to think straight. “Erenn.” You drag out his name while he flips you over so that you’re straddling him. Once he gets a look at your face he knows there’s no use trying to conceal the hard on in his pants.

“Hmm?” He hums, running his hand up and down your thigh. He’d been working on this for months, literal months. Now that he had you right where he wanted you there was no way he was letting you slip away. Today, it was now or never.

“What does this tattoo mean?” You snuggle your head in his chest, the weed is making you slightly tired.

“This one?” He glances between you and the art on his body. He smiles to himself, his eyes trailing off somewhere. “I’ll tell you another time.” Seeing how you were on the verge of literally falling asleep there was no time for him to waste talking about absolute nonsense. He needed you today, now.

“You always say that.” You whine, hitting him lightly. You can tell he’s amused from the airy laugh that escapes his nose. “I tell you everything about me but you never tell me about you.”

“Yeah?” His eyebrows quirk up, “You tell me everything like what? That you’re a virgin? You don’t drink? You were too scared to smoke?” He’s mocking you, you know that he is but he does it so sweetly while brushing some hair out of your face.

“You remember that?” You ask, of course he remembers. It’s all he thinks about when he sees you. That you’re untouched, pure, you probably don’t know how to make yourself feel good. He wants nothing more than to destroy you, corrupt you even. Whenever he sees you he gets hard, so hard. He knows that you feel it, the bulge prodding against your shorts but you haven’t said a word. You’d never sat on a mans lap before, you assumed it was normal and that drove him insane.

“I listen to the things you tell me.” He smiles, it’s so easy to think he cares, that he’s just a concerned friend and nothing more. “On the bright side that’s one down.”

“One down?” You raise an eyebrow.

“Yeah, you’ve smoked now so what’s left? A couple drinks and losing your virginity? Seems easy enough.”

You look away, “I still haven’t found the right guy.”

“Oh yeah? What happened to your little boyfriend?”

“W-We’re on a break.” You mutter, embarrassed. Now it makes sense, you hadn’t mentioned him in a while and Eren wasn’t sure why considering when the two of you first met he was all you would talk about. He respected it though, he’d fucked enough girls with boyfriends that he thought it was rare to find someone like you.

“A break?” He chuckles, “So you’re not together anymore?” Everything was coming together perfectly.

“We are, I’m meeting him tomorrow to talk about it, we just had and argument.” Your voice trails off, it’s obvious you don’t want to talk about the situation between you and your boyfriend but of course Eren can’t help his curiosity.

“So you two have never—?”

“No.”

“Why not? He’s your boyfriend, isn’t that the right guy?”

“I don’t know.” You mumble.

“You poor thing.” He says, pushing you further down against his crotch. He was close, so close. “You don’t know what it’s like to feel good.”

“F-Feel good?”

“Yeah you know from sex, or are you afraid to talk about that too?” He teases, he’s about to have you right where he wants you and he can taste it.

“I’m not I just — I don’t know, maybe it’ll happen one day and I can feel good too.”

Bingo.

His eyes widen before he catches his composure. He’s got you now hook, line and sinker.

“You know.” He begins, “I bet I could make you feel good.”

“What?”

“Just a suggestion, you’re my friend of course I’d help you out where I can.” There’s a smirk on his lips. Damn him and his stupidly perfect features. And fuck the weed you’ve both consumed that’s clouding your senses.

“I-I don’t know.” You become nervous, retracting from him a little.

“Come on, I’ll be good to you, so good I promise.” He’s just able to hold back from bucking up into you but he’s not sure how long he’ll last.

“You will?”

“I swear.” He places a hand on his heart.

“But my boyfriend—“

“You guys are on a break, you’re not together. Think about him and all the girls he’s fucked, do you wanna be the only one with no experience?” He coos, rubbing your back. He was a starboy in two things, music and being a complete world class manipulator. Really this was getting him off even more, knowing he’d send your virgin pussy to your boyfriend tomorrow completely wrecked by him.

“What would we do?” You ask, becoming more receptive to the idea.

“Whatever you want, whatever makes you feel good.”

“I-I don’t know what I want to do.” You stammer, Gosh that makes him even harder. You really didn’t even know where to start in the sex department, he couldn’t believe it. A girl as beautiful as you, with those eyes and that dream body, how? How have you never been touched before?

“Want me to show you something?” He asks, you hesitate for a moment but end up nodding.

“Here.” He grabs your hips with both his hands, “Move against me, I’ll help you.” He rolls you against his crotch and throws his head backwards, he couldn’t take it. He needed to be inside you. It feels so good, you feel so good against him like this even with the fabric separating the two of you. You let out a whimper and his eyes shoot open to garner your expression.

“You like that?” He asks, grinding you against him harder.

“Y-Yes.” You position yourself directly above his bulge, your breath hitches with a moan as you feel it attempting to prod into you while you push against it. Your sounds are music to his ears and he can’t believe he’s actually enjoying dry humping, he feels like a virgin again.

He picks up the speed, looking up at you even though you’re seemingly lost in pleasure. “Wanna try moving by yourself baby?” He asks, he guides your arms around his neck so you can be in a secure position. You nod before picking up the pace again and he thinks he might lose his mind.

He glances down to see a dark patch forming against the crotch area of your grey shorts. Fuck you’re so wet for him and the two of you haven’t even had any skin to skin contact yet.

He lets out a moan which encourages you to go faster. “I-I feel like—“ You can hardly get the words out between your moans, there’s an unfamiliar feeling in the pit of your stomach that you can’t quite put your fingers on.

“Come on, get on my thigh.” He repositions you because he knew if you kept going he’d cum in his pants and there was only one place he was aiming to nut tonight and that was inside of you.

“W-Why?”

“Just trust me.” He says, tapping against your hips as a sign to start moving again. You don’t have the bulge prodding against your entrance but quickly the feeling returns.

“Eren—“ You moan out his name, he thought he was already rock solid but now he was so hard that it was physically hurting him to be in these constraints. He needed you so bad.

“What is it baby?” He asks, watching you move against him, your shorts were practically drenched at this point.

“I think I’m gonna—“

“You’re gonna cum? Do it, for me.” Something snaps in your stomach at his words and euphoria washes over you, you’re seeing white while he continues to move your hips allowing you to ride out your high. You’re moaning uncontrollably before practically collapsing into his chest once you’re done.

“Fuck.” He says eyes wide while rubbing your back, “Think that was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“Really?” You mutter against his shoulder blade, breathless.

“Yeah shit.” He glances down, pulling at the waistband of your shorts. “You’re drenched for me.”

“That felt good.” You say, pulling away from his chest so he can get a better look at your lower half.

“Yeah?” He finds it amusing, so much so that he let’s out a small chuckle. “I told you so, didn’t I?”

“What else can you do?” Fuck you were so eager for him, so eager for him to make you feel good he couldn’t believe it.

“You’re so greedy.” He says while picking you up before placing you down on the bed that Armin was on just minutes before. This all felt so wrong, so dirty but you wanted it all the same, wanted it so bad.

“I can show you something else.” He cages you underneath him, pressing his lips against your neck while be sucked on it. It didn’t even take a minute for him to find your sweet spot, to have you whimpering and squirming underneath him. “Do you want me to?” He whispers against your earlobe.

You nod eagerly but he doesn’t take it as an answer. “Need to hear you say it.”

“Yes Eren, I want you to.”

“Good.” He pulls away, burning the mental image of you sprawled out on the bed, peering up at him expectantly into his mind. Fuck he wishes he could take a picture and cherish this for ages, he’d jack off to it daily if he could.

Slowly, you watch as he tugs against your waistband, slowly pulling your shorts down until your lace panties are all that are in his way. “Look at you.” He whispers, he’s talking to himself more than he is to you. “So pretty, I knew it. Better than what I imagined.” He’s practically salivating as he moves your underwear to the side, faced with your bare pussy.

You hide your face out of nervousness, “You’ve been thinking about me?”

He pushes your hands to the side, wanting nothing more to see your face while he deals with you. “Do you want the truth?” He asks, his fingers dip down into your wetness, brushing over your clit. A light moan escapes your mouth before you nod. “I’ve been thinking about this for months, I wanted to fuck you ever since I laid eyes on you. Touched myself to you more times than you could know.”

Your breath hitched, the way he was speaking to you was so lewd you should almost be offended but it made you want him more. You wanted him so bad that you began to clench around nothing.

“Oh you like when I speak to you like that? Noted.” He brings your own slick up to your mouth, watching you suck his fingers before he removes it, putting it into his own mouth. He gives you almost no time to recover, desperate to be back against you once more. He kisses your thighs, giving you some time to ease into the feeling of him around you so intimately like this. The thought of getting head from him drove you almost insane with anticipation.

Eventually he pulls your hips closer to him on the edge of the bed, removing your panties completely. “If I fuck you good after this, will you let me keep these?” He holds them up in the air, it’s almost embarrassing how drenched they are but you nod anyway. Anything for him to get on with it.

"Shit baby." He mutters before putting his mouth on you, you moaned instantly, it felt like the wind had been knocked out of you, this time he didn't give you a moment to ease into it which made you close your legs around him.

"Open." He demands and you oblige, you couldn't even speak in response all you could do was moan at the way he was moving against you. He added a few fingers into the mix which made you go wild. If this is what sex was like it was a bummer you hadn’t done it sooner. On the bright side, you were doing it with Eren Jaeger of all people, the Eren Jaeger, and he wasn’t shy to show you how experienced he was. He grinned at how obedient you were, for some reason there wasn't a feeling in the world that he adored more. He could die right here and be the happiest man on earth.

He places your hands in his hair, guiding you to tug and pull on it. You guessed it was probably a kink of his but you enjoyed it anyway. The way he moaned against you when you pulled at him sent vibrations throughout your body. His hairband falls loose and you can’t help but think he looks like his absolute best like this, ravishing you while somehow lost in his own pleasure.

He's got both of your plump thighs in his hands, hooked under your legs. He's almost raising you off of the bed slightly, wanting to taste every last bit of you.

"I can't, I'm gonna—" You couldn't even finish your sentence, he was too much, having no mercy on you. Tears of pleasure begun to prick your eyes while he mocks you.

"You're gonna what? Use your words gorgeous." He looks up at you between your legs, your head is tilted back, eyes contorted in pleasure. He took a mental note of it, in all his years of living it was the best thing he'd ever seen.

"I'm gonna cum ‘Ren."

"Do it" Almost as if it was on command you came unravelled there, you were practically seeing stars. If it wasn't for you pulling him away by his hair he would've kept ravaging you, he couldn't help it, couldn't get enough of you.

He leaned in again to kiss you, he wanted you to taste yourself, to pay back the treat you'd given him, "Fuck." You said once you'd caught your breath, he chuckled at your disheveled state before sitting up slightly.

“What do you think your boyfriend would say if he could see you now?” He cocks his head to the side playfully. “Do you think you belong to him?”

You shake your head, “No.”

“Then who do you belong to?”

“You.”

The corner of his lips tug upwards. “Good girl, you’ve been so good for me.” He begins to unbuckle his belt as you watch intently. You could already see the his hard on through his black jeans but as soon as they were off you practically gasped. His print was evident through his boxers and to say he was massive was an understatement.

You watch as he begins palming himself through his boxers, as if he wasn’t already hard enough. “What do you say, you wanna touch?” You lean forward, running your hands up and down his clothed shaft and you hear him groan lowly.

“Fuck tell me you’re ready for me baby — been wanting this for ages.”

“I’m ready.” The moment the words come out of your mouth he pins you against the bed, once he pulls his boxers down his cock springs free and your eyes widen. It's even larger than you thought it would be. It's pretty, tanned just up until his tip which was pink. You could see the vein running along the side and genuinely asked, “Will that fit?”

“Gonna make it fit.” He throws his head back as he drags it through your folds, feeling your wetness warm him up makes him go crazy. You squirm underneath him, the base of his cock grazes over your clit more than once. “All the things I wanna do to you.” He whispers, “Gonna fuck you like crazy, I’ll be so good to you.”

“P-Please Eren, I want it, I want you.”

“Say it again.” He dips his head down so his ear is against your mouth, he wants to hear you crystal clear.

“I want you—“ You’re interrupted by the intrusive feeling of his head passing by your folds. It hurts, it hurts more than you can imagine as he pushes deeper inside of you. He’s moaning as he pushes into you you’re not sure why.

“Shit baby you’re so tight, too tight.” He groans, knitting his eyebrows together like he’s concentrating on not doing something.

“Ren it hurts.” You say, unintentionally clenching around him further.

“Wait don’t—“ Before he can finish his sentence you hear him whimper against your neck, something warm starts spilling inside of you and your eyes widen at his light moans. It takes an entire minute for him to realise whats just happened as he pulls away and out of you slowly.

“Did you just—“ You look down, seeing white seed spilling out of you.

His cheeks grow hot while he takes in the sight before him. Fuck another kink he didn’t even know he had, now he wants to breed you. “Why are you looking at me like that? It’s your fault.” He says with exasperation, “Why’d you grip me so hard?”

“What? I-I’m not, didn’t mean to.” You mumble, unsure of what he means. Was this supposed to happen? Considering this was your first time doing this you didn’t know how embarrassing this was for Eren and he was grateful for it. He’d never came just from entering a girl alone, then again he’d never fucked anyone as tight as you. This was going to be harder than he thought. You’d made him reach his high in record time and fuck did it feel good.

“It’s okay, I’ll forgive you this time.” He says, lining himself up against your entrance again, “Try to loosen up baby please, I wanna fuck you.” He begs, you’re not sure what he wants you to do. You’re as wet as you could be right now.

He pushes himself in once more though slower this time, his girth made it a little painful at first and he recognised that. He knows it hurts and he’s trying to give you the time to adjust but his patience is just running so thin. You hissed, your back arching against the bed while he coaxes you into calming down by pressing kisses against your face.

You winced a little causing him to rub your temple, "Just a little more okay? You can take it." You nodded as he pushed in a little further, a moan escaping from your lips. He settled for a moment after bottoming out, bringing his lips to yours to distract you from the pain once again. A tear escaped your eye and he places a kiss on it but you could feel his dick twitching inside of you. He liked seeing you cry.

“You can move.” You say, he wastes no time picking up the pace, fucking himself into you. He loved this, you were like his tight little fuck doll, he was putting everything into not cumming again. Eventually the pain subsides into pleasure for you and you can hardly form a coherent thought at the way he’s hitting all the right spots.

"You still need to loosen up for me." He says between moans, while thrusting into you like there was no tomorrow. He was so much more vocal than you would’ve expected but you loved it, you loved being fucked by Eren Jaeger.

"I-I have." Your sweet voice almost cracks between the pleasure. Squeezing him a little tighter as he talks to you. It wasn’t your fault, you weren’t doing it on purpose.

You can feel him laugh, muttering against your neck, "Think you might just be too tight, fucking virgin.” He mutters the last part but you still catch it.

"Think your dicks too big." You shoot back but he continues anyway. He begun experimenting with the angles, knowing he's found your G-spot with one particular moan from you.

"Shit, faster Eren." You asked causing him to grin to himself, your wish was his command. He was still cautious that he didn't want to hurt you but he was picking up the pace to the point where you wondered what kind of stamina this man had. If he'd asked you anything now there was no way you'd be able to formulate a single world, your head was in the clouds.

“You’re a fucking selfish bitch you know that?” He asks between the lewd sound of slapping filling the air. “Keeping this pussy from me for so long.” He slaps your clit and you’re so sure that the entire building could hear you at this point but he didn’t care, you were sure of it. “Shit you’re mine, all mine you hear me?”

You don’t respond, letting him fuck you into the clouds. “I’m talking to you.” He brings you back to earth, his hands surrounding themselves around your throat relentlessly.

“I-I’m yours.” You struggle to get the words out but do it eventually.

“Good girl, you gonna let me cum in this pussy again aren’t you? Gonna let me do it inside?” His tone is questioning but his words are a demand, he’s going to do it whether you like it or not.

“Yes ‘Ren.”

He hums with satisfaction before grabbing your hand and placing it on your clit while he continues to thrust into you, “Come, touch yourself.”

Your hands freeze and eyebrows knit together, you’ve got no clue what to do and that becomes painfully obvious to him. “Need some help?” He places your thumb on your clit while putting his own over it, moving them both in a circular motion.

“What? Too much?” You’re babbling incoherently and he’s beyond amused, you’re practically creaming on his dick and he knows that all the months of waiting was worth it. This was the best pussy he’s ever had.

The familiar knot is back in your stomach but you can’t bring yourself to warn him this time, he only knows it once you start clenching around him uncontrollably. “Oh fuck.” His moans slice through your own. Your high sends him into his own estacy, no amount of focus could stop this from happening when you were this tight around him. He came so hard, harder than he ever had before, squirts of cum filled you up and you could feel it continue to pile on even when you'd thought it had stopped. His deep moans resounded the room, he sounded amazing.

He played with your nipples while continuing to fuck the two of you into overstimulation, he didn’t care. He was drunk on this, “Can’t stop fuck I can’t stop.” He threw his head back, releasing another load into you. The next feeling was unfamiliar, you felt liquid gushing out of you and onto his bare V-line as his eyes widened. “Do it again.” He continues bucking into you, slapping his hands against your clit until you squirt some more.

Once he’d pushed himself to the absolute limit he finally slowed down, pulling out of you. Your body was shaking underneath him and you looked like you weren’t even present. “Didn’t know virgin pussy could do that.” He grins, taking in your fucked out state. Almost immediately the look on your face makes him hard again.

He attempts to line himself back up again but you’re still clenching around nothing and he knows he’s got no chance of getting back in there. “What? You need a little rest?” He perks up, he’s teasing you as usual. “Don’t care, this is my pussy now which means you’re gonna be good to me right, gonna let me go again?”

All you can do is whimper, jolting as he runs his hands over your body lightly.

“Gonna fuck you everyday from now on, you ready? This is just practice.”

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You can read Part 2 here

In which you and Eren have known eachother for ages & were bestfriends until he got into a relationship, out of respect you decided to distance yourself from him, but it seems like he’s got other ideas.

C/W: smut, fem bodied reader, breeding kink, mentions of pregnancy (no one gets pregnant), cheating, pictures, semi-public?

You laughed watching the bottle on the ground land on Jean, the two of you locked eyes while the group cheered the two of you on. “And what if I don’t kiss him?” You asked, raising an eyebrow. You knew you would, you never turned down spin the bottle, but you loved being difficult regardless. “You know you want to.” Jean leaned backwards slightly, he was starting to feel like he was in heat at the sight of you, you were the sexiest girl here, everyone knew that.

All the boys were secretly praying that it would land on them, but alas fate had it’s say. He even knew that Eren, in the corner of his eye was loathing the sight in front of him right now. Obviously he had opted out of the game, well he didn’t have much of a choice considering he had an entire girlfriend and you had instantly ruled him out as a participant but right now he was considering giving Jean a nice wack in the face.

“Maybe.” You crawled towards him, Historia couldn’t help but squeal, Ymir clasped her hand over her girlfriend’s mouth while Mikasa watched intently. Her eyes flickered to Eren’s momentarily, wondering what was running through his head, seeing his bestfriend, well ex-bestfriend she should say, crawling up towards the boy he hates most with pure lust on her face, he was definitely seething. Not even Armin could pretend not to notice the way he gripped onto his beer glass a little harder and the way his eyebrow quirked up as he took interest in your next moves.

You were now eye to eye with Jean and you wasted no time fisting his shirt as you pulled him closer into an intense make-out session. He swore he’d forgotten the fact that your friend group was there, all that he cared about was you and the taste of alcohol between the two of you. Fuck he wanted more, he needed more.

“Enough.” Eren pulled you backwards from the back of your top, you smirked at Jean seeing the flushed expression on his face. “Fuck is your problem Jaeger?” Jean scoffed watching as Eren situated you next to him on the couch in a protective manner, he literally had a fucking girlfriend, Jean didn’t understand why he was always so bothered over you.

“You two are slowing down the game and this isn’t a fucking porno.” He leaned back against the couch, returning the venomous look that Jean was giving him. You glanced in his direction, he looked as gorgeous as ever with those jade orbs, his signature man-bun and that stupid unbothered expression on his face despite the words coming out of his mouth. You shouldn’t be thinking this, you were the worst girl in the world.

Jean rolled his eyes, by the time he had tried looking back in your direction you had already lost interest, opting on eyeing down some rando that had just walked past your group at the party. You were so fickle like that, Jean was convinced no one on this earth could tame you, perhaps the only time you had ever been obedient is when it came to Eren, for whatever reason you always listened to him. He knew that the two of you had been bestfriends since as long as he could remember and honestly there was a time he thought it was more than that, but once Eren got a girlfriend he assumed he was wrong. Now, he second guessed himself, more-so he wondered about you, what did you think about Eren?

You crossed your legs with a laugh, “Ren, stop being an asshole.” You tipped your head back on the couch, tilting it to face him a little. He was convinced this was the closest he had been to you in months, he hadn’t heard the nickname in a while and man did he fucking miss it. “You’re not playing anymore.” He announced taking a swig of his beer, in return you pouted, prompting an explanation. “You’re drunk.” He explained, at that you shook your head, you both know you weren’t drunk but you assumed he had his own reasons. You knew him and Jean had bad blood.

“Next person, Reiner it’s your turn.” Armin pointed at his blonde counterpart with hopes of changing the subject, he didn’t want to hear any more bickering between the two boys, especially not over you, not when he had his own feelings that you would never acknowledge.

You watched intently as the bottle spun, it landed on Historia and the entire group grimaced, I mean how couldn’t you? Not only was she a lesbian, but she had a girlfriend, the two of them had made a collective decision to play but still your reaction stood.

“Does your mom know you’re here?” Eren pulled you out of your thoughts, leaning in your direction and whispering in your ear. You could feel his bottle pushed up against your breast, but ignored the sensation, turning to face him instead. “What do you think?” You asked, knowing that he knew better than that.

He chuckled in your ear, “Nothings changed huh?” A smile broke out on his face, it was different from the ones you’d seen the past few months. You’d only seen him briefly at group gatherings but he wasn’t as vibrant as before.

“You’re acting like it’s been years.” You scoffed playfully, taking the bottle out of his hand to have your own sip. He didn’t react, he was half expecting it when he pushed it up against you if he was being completely honest.

“Feels like it.”

You furrowed your eyebrows at him and the dismay in his voice, “Don’t do that Eren.” You sighed, turning away, not before taking a larger swig of the beer first.

“Do what?”

“Act like we’ve stopped being friends.”

He moved to push some hair out of your face but you caught his hand before he could, “See that? We have stopped being friends.” You did exactly what he expected you to, he just wanted to prove his point. “This isn’t what friends do.”

“Isn’t it? We used to do stuff like this all the time.” His eyes flickered down at your cleavage then back at your lips before finally coming back to your eyes. Despite what you said he could see straight through you, he just knew you that well.

“We never did anything inappropriate.” You challenged, and it was true. You’d never slept together, never kissed apart from once as a dare but it was never real, sure there had been lingering touches here and there but he had never truly touched you in that way.

“Maybe not, but you would never stop me from doing this before.” He subtly placed his hand on your thighs, your eyes flickered over to the group, glad to see they were all too preoccupied to see what was happening between the two of you. Your mind was currently battling between proving him wrong by letting his hand linger and pushing him off to respect his relationship but it had led to hesitation which meant he had already won. Besides, why were you putting more effort into his relationship than he was?

He chuckled at you and the conflicted expression on your face, now what to do with you he wondered, there’s always been so many things he would do to you if he had the chance. Since the two of you were young he had a crush on you, but of course the older the two of you got it developed into more, and then there was a point where you couldn’t even touch him without him getting rock hard. Much like now where he could feel his pants getting tighter, just by looking at your face alone, fuck you were so beautiful to him.

“But you have a—“

“—Girlfriend? Are you going to keep saying that?”

You rolled your eyes at him, not willing to entertain this conversation right now as you brushed his hand off. Instead you stood up, excusing yourself to the kitchen to get a drink, anything to escape the charm of Eren Jaeger because you would struggle to control yourself and you knew that.

What you didn’t expect though was for him to hand his drink to Armin, telling him to look after it while he followed you in. He wanted to have this conversation here and now before you decided to duck him for another few months, he wanted things to go back to the way they were between the two of you, more than anything.

The kitchen was empty, you were relived that everyone else was out at the pool or in the living-room. One thing you loved about this frat was how well you knew your way around, well when you’d be around for Eren all the time at-least. You grabbed a bottle of water, opting to sober up a little considering you were sure things would wrap up soon and you didn’t want to be stumbling home.

When you closed the door of the refrigerator you were met with Eren on the other side, eyebrow raised like he was interested in what you were doing. “What do you want Eren?” You sighed sounded exasperated, you had nothing more to say to him. Nothing more that he would want to hear atleast.

“Eren? What happened to ‘Ren?” He asked, grabbing your chin lightly to survey your face. You’d tried a new lip colour, he liked it, he liked everything on you.

“Stop.” You pushed him lightly, walking past to the side of the marble kitchen island, leaning against it as you opened the cap. He felt like you were torturing him here. You were the prettiest girl in the world, that was for sure. And right now your tits were pressed up against a cold counter, he could practically visualise your nipples hardening while your ass waved around.

He sighed loud enough to catch your attention, watching intently as you drank, “What’s your problem?” He asked, “I’m just trying to communicate with you.”

“Like this? Get fucking real Eren, things aren’t going to go back to how they were.” You gave him a hard reality check, one that he hated, it made his throat feel tight and it wasn’t something that he was willing to accept.

“Stop calling me that.” He inched closer to you, this time you didn’t back off or try to scramble away. He could feel it now, if he pushed your buttons hard enough you would have an outburst, then he could know how you were really feeling.

“What the fuck do you want from me?”

“I want you to stop acting so distant.” He clicked his tongue like it was obvious. Why were you asking such silly questions? Why fucking else would he be running around in circles trying to catch your attention all the time.

“I’m not being distant.” You lied plainly, you didn’t believe it, he didn’t either. You hadn’t texted him in months, you made consistent excuses for why you couldn’t see him even though you easily showed up to every group activity, you didn’t come over to his house anymore. You still spoke to his mother but not him, he just couldn’t fathom what was going through your head.

“You’re lying to me y/n, you should know better.”

“Well you should know better than to get a fucking girlfriend.” There it was, that’s what he was looking for. So that was your problem, he couldn’t help the way he raised his eyebrow. Instinctively he reached out for you, in return you attempted to slap him this time but he caught your hand before you could, he was way too fast for you.

“Is that what it is?” His grip on your wrist tightened as he pulled you forward, practically flush into his chest so he could cage you against the counter. Now you couldn’t help but look up into his emerald eyes, you couldn’t even crawl out if you wanted to, his body was so close pressed up against yours that it was ridiculous.

“What do you think?” You turned your head to the side, wanting to ignore his intimidating glare. His eyes were sending you that a look that really questioned if the reason you had put him through all of this was over a fucking girlfriend. “Are you serious?” He laughed to himself, “I didn’t know you could be so childish.”

“Childish—? I look out for your relationship more than you do, you’re the childish one.” You wanted to push him, you really did, but you knew he wouldn’t budge an inch and that it would just provoke him more.

“I never asked you to do that.”

“Well I sure hope not considering you should be doing it your fucking self.” He grabbed your jaw at that, he wouldn’t let you speak to him in that manner, you knew that well. He had never hurt you before, and he never would but he’s always dominated the friendship. Usually he let you have things your way, but when he wanted something, he would get it.

“You wanna give me a speech about my girlfriend? Hm? You wanna talk about respect?” He flipped you over, pushing you up against the counter as his hands slowly trailed up against your legs. You couldn’t help the excitement that ran through your blood. “Why’d you come dressed like this then? Fucking short ass skirt.” He was holding himself back right now, the things he could do to you, the things he would do.

“Eren—“

“I told you not to call me that.” He pushed you harder, “Try again.”

“Ren.”

“Good, now what should I do with you? Tell me what will make you feel better, tell me what to do so you’ll forgive me.” He whispered into your ear, moving his hands to your lower back instead, loosening his grip.

“Apologise to me.”

He laughed at that, “Apologise for getting a girlfriend?” You could feel his low reverb vibrating throughout your body, “You’re fucking spoiled you know that?”

“I want what I want, apologise.”

“Fine, sorry princess.” He grabbed your neck, tilting your head upwards so that his eyes could meet yours while he apologised. “Feel better?”

“No.” You scoffed of course you didn’t feel fucking better, he left you all high and dry for a girl he met a couple of weeks before and he wants you to accept his apology that easily.

He sighed again before pushing you back up against the counter, firmly this time, the sudden force was enough so that you’d have to hold back a moan. “Do you know what I’m gonna to you if you don’t start behaving y/n?”

“No.”

“Want me to show you?”

“Maybe.”

He chuckled, “Is this what you wanted?” He asked moving his hands along your body. God he wanted this for years, as much as his voice reeked of dominance you could still hear the sound of his own excitement behind it all. You were the girl he wanted, the one he always wanted.

“Wait.” You reached back and grabbed his hand, reality hitting you like a brick. “You have a girlfriend.”

He leaned forward against your body, placing soft kisses on your neck before whispering, “You’re gonna be my girl tonight.” You shouldn’t be doing this, you know you shouldn’t, but man is he fucking irresistible. “You’ve always been my girl, you know that right?” He spun you around before crashing his lips on yours. This felt like nothing like what the two of you had done in truth or dare a couple of years ago. This one was genuine if you could even call it that, there was more than lust between the two of you. Years of pining, years of touches, years of love, all conveyed in one single kiss.

You reached up, dragging the hairtie out of his hair, he let it happen considering he knew how much you loved it when his hair was down. You always believed Eren was handsome but something about him like this, looking so fucked out before the two of you had even started was perfect, he was perfect.

“Fuck baby, you don’t know how long I’ve wanted this.” He watched as you moved to unbutton your shirt, how were you this fucking gorgeous? His eyes flicker down as your cleavage spills out, a dark red bra keeping it all together. He literally moaned at the sight, he was harder now than he had ever been in his entire life, you were the girl of his dreams.

“Tell me, tell me how bad you want me and I might let you touch them.”

He groaned feeling pre-cum coming out of his tip already, you had more effect on him than he had felt in his entire life combined. “When I fuck my hand I think of your face, I think of having you like this, wrapped around me. I pretend she’s you when I fuck her too, I can’t help it, I don’t care if it’s perverted.”

“You’re fucked up.” You tease with a laugh, dragging down your bra a little to tell him that you like what you’re hearing. “Shit y/n, let me? Please?”

“Ask again.”

“Please baby.”

“Hmm.” You pretended to think it over for a second before pulling the entire thing down. He had to stop himself from cumming right there and then, the perfect tits he’d envisioned in all of his fantasies looked even better than he could imagine, how?

Instantly he moved towards them, his mouth on one nipple while his fingers massaged the other. You swore he wouldn’t even have to touch you anywhere else to push you over the edge at this rate. You began moaning lightly and it sounded like heaven to him. He didn’t care if he was cheating, he hardly thought he was cheating. You were his girl like he said, you’d been there first and the only reason he had started dating Amelia was to get you off his mind, it was never anything serious, not to him at-least.

He pulls away to lift you onto the counter to your surprise. Lifting your skirt swiftly to see that you weren’t wearing any panties, his knees went weak at the sight, he almost collapsed. “Fuck, the things I’m gonna do to you.”

“Show me.”

He grinned at that before putting his head in between your thighs, it didn’t take long for him to find your clit and make quick work on it with his tongue. You couldn’t help you moaned and shut your thighs around his head in instinct, but for some reason there wasn’t a feeling in the world that he adored more. He could die right here and be the happiest man on earth.

Ah yes, Eren Jaeger, death by pussy, it sounded ideal to him.

You raked your hands through his hair, tugging at it lightly to get him to moan inside you. This was your favourite feeling ever, you could go your entire life like this, you wished you fucking could.

“Ren, I’m gonna—“

“Do it.” He cut you off, going harder than he was before, eliciting those beautiful sounds out of you. He was fucking obsessed with you, he always had been but now there was no way he was letting you go anywhere.

You cummed in his mouth but still he didn’t stop then, you had to cover your noises with your own hand. You were just glad that the music was loud enough that no one could hear you from in here but fuck was this the hottest thing you’d ever been through. It didn’t take long for him to rip another orgasm out of you from overstimulation, at that point you couldn’t even cover it up, the way your body began shaking and your head tilted back was making you feel things you had never felt before in your life.

You could barely register the feeling of Eren bringing you off the counter just to push you back up against it again, this time your bare nipples on the marble. “Be good for me y/n, we’re just getting started.”

He began sucking on your neck again, you felt so overwhelmed right now but in a good way, you wish you could feel it forever. He flipped your skirt up again, grabbing your bare ass in his hands, it was a perfect fit.

His hands darted to his pocket when he realised that he didn’t have a condom. He was going to end his life right here. Today of all days he decided to slip up. “Shit, I don’t have protection.”

“Grind against me, wanna feel you.” You barely managed out in your fucked out state. Of course he would oblige, pulling down his pants and underwear with no hassle. Suddenly the thought that anyone could burst through that door had occurred to you. “What if we get caught?”

“I don’t care, I want people to watch, I want them to see that you’re mine.” Especially Jean, he wished that Jean could watch the two of you right now, it would break his heart and that’s exactly what Eren wanted. The thought sent shivers down your spine, of both excitement and nerves, it just made you wetter and you could feel the way Eren was dragging his fingers along your slick.

“Fuck you’re so hot.” He puts them in his mouth, licking it off before bringing his attention back to you. He gives you some friction by grinding up against you, you were practically lubing his dick right now as he dragged it through your slit, but didn’t dear pushing it in. He was unintentionally teasing you, dragging it over your clit slowly which made your body shiver.

“The tip baby, let me put in the tip.”

“Just the tip?” You asked for confirmation, you shouldn’t, you know you shouldn’t, unprotected sex was dangerous and the last thing you wanted was to be pregnant but you couldn’t help yourself right now, you wanted him so bad.

“Just the tip.” He reassured.

You nodded slowly feeling his thick head push through leading to a moan, louder than the ones before, fuck he wished he could hear it more. He wanted you to feel his balls slapping against your ass, to take his entire length, he wanted to see if it would fit.

He pulled out slowly before pushing it back in, his own moans were load. You would have never expected Eren to be vocal but then again, you would never have expected to be pushed up against a counter like a slut either by your best-friend.

“I need more, I need you, just a little more.” He asked for permission which you granted by throwing it back on him. Shit he almost cummed right there, “You’re so tight fuck, how are you so tight?” He pushed his length further in, “You’re just too big.” You said between moans, you’d never felt anything like this but you hoped it wasn’t the last time.

At one point he just bottomed out he couldn’t help it and you weren’t complaining considering how much you loved the stretch, he made you feel so full. “You were made for me you know that? This was made for me.” He slaps your ass, you moaned in response leading to him doing it again before he begins a steady pace. You were practically leaking already, he wanted nothing badly than to watch you cream all over his cock.

“I’ll pull out.” He half-whispered to himself, he’ll pull out, he has to. Eventually he picked up the pace to the point where it was brutal, he’d stuffed his fingers in your mouth to quiet you down, he’d love to hear you, he would, but he also loved watching you suck his fingers while taking his cock at the same time like a fucking slut. He fucking loved you.

Suddenly his pocket began vibrating, he knew it was his phone and reached to turn it off but then saw it was his girlfriend calling. He glanced between you and the phone in his hands, he didn’t feel an ounce of guilt. In fact, he felt comfortable enough answering even though his cock was jack hammering you on the kitchen island of his frat.

“Hello?” He says, you were barely paying attention considering the feeling of being stuffed in the mouth and pussy with his heavy balls hitting your ass, you didn’t care who he was speaking to, you half knew it was her.

“Eren are you okay, how’s the party?”

“Fuck—“ You squeezed around him tightly, he didn’t know you’d enjoy this, him fucking you while his girlfriend was blissfully unaware. “Is everything okay?” She asked, confused by his heavy breathing and pants, are those moans?

“Yeah shit— we’re just messing around, me and the guys you know.” He was getting close and so were you, he could feel it, the way you were squeezing around him was diabolical but he was hitting you in all the right spots you couldn’t help it. It’s like he knew exactly what to do to make you feel good even though the two of you had never done anything like this before.

“Oh that’s good I’m glad your having fun, are you gonna come and see me today?”

“Not today — ah, I’m a little busy.”

He could practically hear her pouting on the phone but didn’t care, “Tomorrow then?” She asked. But he didn’t wanna see her tomorrow, he didn’t wanna see her ever when he had the girl he loved bent over a counter giving him the pussy of his dreams.

“Maybe.” He lied, watching you intently, not wanting to miss your face when you came on his cock, he needed to see it and etch the memory into his mind, future jerking off material for life. “Look I’ll call you later yeah? I’m a little occupied.” Yeah he was definitely occupied.

“Okay, lat—“ He cut the phone before she could even finish, tossing it to the other end of the counter so he could grab your waist with both hands. “Ren — I’m gonna—“

“I know baby do it.” You squeezed against him and he thought he was in heaven, even after he’d pounded into you with zero mercy you were still so tight, you were his soulmate.

He kept going, his pace not even faltering, looking to send you towards your fourth orgasm of the night. “I’m gonna fucking breed you y/n, I need to come inside and you’re gonna take it yeah? Are you gonna take it?” He couldn’t bring himself to pull out, and he knows he shouldn’t, and you know you shouldn’t but yet—

You nodded, barely being able to register what he was saying. “Good girl, you’re gonna have my kids, wanna have my kids?”

“Yes daddy.”

“Fuck.” He slapped your ass again, that was the hottest thing he had ever heard in his entire life, he was already thinking about how he was gonna get you to say it on camera so he could listen to it on loop.

He came so hard, harder than he ever had before in his life, he filled you up so fast that it was leaking out of your pussy and he could feel it in your stomach. He didn’t wanna stop, he rode out his orgasm inside you, fucking it back in. He wanted you to get pregnant, he wanted everyone to know you were his.

He forced himself into overstimulation and he didn’t have any problems with doing it, he needed to come inside you again, to mark you again, he didn’t want this to end, he needed to be inside for longer, even if it was just a few seconds. You on the other hand couldnt even formulate sentences, not sure how he was shooting ropes of cum inside you still. And you were in big trouble, the both of you knew it but that was a problem for later, right now you wanted him inside you too.

“Fuccckk.” He grabbed one of your tits, squeezing on it as his second orgasm washed out over him and into you. It was a fucking mess now, cum was threatening to spill out of you and there was nothing he could do. He wasn’t going to clean you up, he refused, he was too obsessed with the sight of it inside. Once he had finished he didn’t want to move, he stayed inside for a couple more seconds before an idea flashed into his mind.

“Baby, pose for me okay?” He pulled out, pulling up his pants and underwear while grabbing his phone from the counter, “I’m gonna make an entire folder of you like this, I’m gonna look at it every night do you hear me? Every fucking night.” He got all the angels he could and a particularly nice shot of all of his cum up your pussy, it was enough to make him hard again.

Once he’d gotten all the material he needed he lifted you up bridal style, on the bright side his room was just upstairs, on the flip side he would fuck you again in there, he already decided. He was gonna fuck you until he was shooting blanks, and then maybe fuck you some more. He was quite literally drunk on you and for his girlfriend? Well, he didn’t think she’d be sticking around for too long anyway.

a/n: thanks for reaching until the end, if you follow me you’ll know i haven’t made any content in like a year and this was super spur of the moment. so i’m sorry if my writing is a little rusty.

i’m thinking of reopening my taglist and maybe adding this to my masterlist if anyone likes it. just a reminder that requests are open for eren jaeger considering i’m currently undergoing brainrot LMAO. thanks again, bye.

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#siri play one of your girls by the weeknd

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i love arm

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MANNY JACINTO as Qimir in The Acolyte

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im sobbing this is the cutest thing ever

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hii, do you have any sakura blossom favicons? <3

♡ ̟ ˙ ⊹ ☆ Cherry Blossom Favicons〜♪ ☆

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Bro falling devil had personal issue with Asa my god 💀

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I think about Megumi Fushiguro and then I cry scream throw up

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rice and beans and cheese and avocados and tortillas and cinnamon and vanilla and cocoa and coffee and bananas and corn and

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THIS RIGHT HERE.

Okay based on the convo going on in this post I need to know

Which Latin countries are we assigning the JJK chars

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Calling him the new King of Pop is so funny. He has not impacted society in any way. He is not influential. The only thing he’s king of is making music that’s played in department stores

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i'm a levi whore first, human second

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them…

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Blissful Ignorance - Chapter 3

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Eren Jaeger X Female Reader

Genre: Pornstar AU, Smut, Fluff, Light Angst, Romance, Humor

Series Summary: Over the last four years, you’ve become a rising star in the adult entertainment industry. Yet, you can’t seem to forget one of the actors you met in the very beginning of your career — Eren Jaeger. You might even say you’ve got a bit of a crush on him with how often you watch his videos. When you’re hired by Bellesa Films to shoot a sex video, they allow you to choose your partner, and without hesitation you request Eren Jaeger. And while the sex is bliss, like nothing you’ve ever experienced before, you’re ignorant to the truth behind your years-long crush.

Chapter Summary: You and Eren meet again, but this time it’s for a video you never expected to film: a porn movie with both Jaeger brothers.

Content Warnings: INCEST, smut, some angsty elements. Dub-con, Public sex, being filmed while having sex, threesome, heavy degradation, slapping, sex toys, cunnilingus, humiliation, nipple play, spanking, bondage - leash and restraints, throat-fucking, rough sex, dacryphilia, sadism, breath play, bukkake, daddy kink, squirting, choking, spit play, impact play, overstimulation, orgasm denial, cum eating, submissive reader and some submissive Eren, 69, rimming/ass eating, anal fingering and sex, double penetration, a pinch of a physical altercation, hurt/comfort

Length: 17K

Eren is several hours early again. This time, he’s early out of sheer nervousness and dread, not like last time where he was excited and giddy to meet his years-long crush. Instead, his body is racked with a different kind of fear, a fear that you’d meet his brother and choose him over Eren.

It would make sense for you to choose Kruger, wouldn’t it? He’s definitely bigger, manlier, more popular, sexier. Not to mention you’ve been watching his videos for years – Eren could only wish that were true in his case. From the very first time Eren met you, he’d showcased what a downright idiot he is. Who’s to say that Kruger won’t be suave and impress you right away? Eren feels himself tugging at his roots and biting at his lip as his thoughts travel a hundred miles a minute. He feels it in his bones, that the minute you meet Kruger – the impossibly cool and much more attractive version of himself, the version of himself that you’ve been pleasuring yourself to for years – he’ll lose the fight for your heart. And that thought terrifies him.

A sea of emotions – self-loathing, doubt, jealousy, nerves – it threatens to swallow Eren whole. He sits on one of the couches, far from the cameras pointed at the massive bed in the center of the room. Every time he glances up at the bed, he’s reminded of what's to come, and bile rises to his throat as he pictures the moment you will fall for his brother over him. Who’s to say what happened between you two wasn’t just a fluke? That his identical twin brother won’t be able to do the same, or do even better? Eren fears the worst, a leg bouncing rapidly in place and his fingers strumming unpractised anxious rhythms over his fabric-covered thighs.

For a while it’s only the set crew who are working, buzzing around like worker bees, adjusting this and setting up that, while awaiting the direction of their queen. To Eren’s dismay, their queen turns out to be an irritable blonde with a penchant for testing his patience.

“Hey baby boo,” Zeke greets his brother, Eren feeling a light smack on the back of his head as Zeke tap’s his skull with a bundle of bound papers.

The script, Eren realizes, as he soothes the sting on the back of his head. 

“Will you ever stop fucking doing that? Shit hurts.” Eren asks with irritation clear in his voice.

“Absolutely not,” Zeke grins, the rolled up script hovering over Eren’s head.

“Didn’t know you were directing today,” Eren grumbles, sticking an arm out to collect the plans for his demise.

“And miss this family reunion? Not even the Euro World Cup could stop me.”

“You’re the fucking worst, Zeke,” Eren sighs, a hand coming up to his forehead to push his bangs back away from his face as his other hand takes the script from Zeke. His eyes scan the first page, rolling his eyes at the stupid porn title ‘TWINS TAG TEAM GIRL INTO SUBMISSION’. 

“Read it. Memorize your lines. Hair and wardrobe is coming in an hour,” Zeke says, standing before his brother. Eren is too busy reading the script to form a reply, so Zeke adds, “and Eren?”

Eren looks up.

“Stick to the damn script this time. Your brother’s patience is much thinner than mine. He’d ring us both with his own two hands if you pull that romantic shit again.”

As Zeke walks away, Eren’s thoughts go back to you, back to the last video you both filmed together. How amazing that experience truly was. He’s disappointed at having to film this instead – his eyes hover over the words ‘throat fucking’, ‘leash’, ‘whore’. As his eyes travel further down the script (‘vibrator’, ‘cumslut’, ‘slap her face’), he’s stunned to realize what you’ve both gotten yourself into. Neither of you have filmed anything like this, and it only further fuels his doubts. 

Eren never watches his brother’s porn videos – no need to fuel his insecurities any further. So he had no idea what kind of video the three of you were making today until he saw the script. But now that he knows that you watch Kruger’s videos – and get off to them, no less – he’s doubting everything he knows about you.

What if you like this? 

What if you prefer this, even? 

What if you fall for Kruger instead of him? 

What if Kruger out performs him? 

What if he brings you to heights that even Eren can’t reach?

What if…

What if…

What if…

Those are the only words that cloud his mind for the next 52 minutes.

Kruger and Eren may be identical twins, yet they’re anything but identical.

While Eren typically arrives to sets hours late, Kruger is punctual. Eren comes to set dressed casually, as if he could care less about the job he’s about to do – which in some ways is true. Because why should he dress up if he’s going to be taking it all off anyway? But Kruger? With him, he knows that image is important – his entire brand is his image. He always comes on set impeccably dressed, as if waiting to be called onto a runway at any moment, his movements trailed by the lingering scent of his expensive Tom Ford cologne. 

When he walks on set, sunglasses perched high on his nose, loose chestnut hair cascading over his shoulders, he arrives exactly 52 minutes after Eren began spiraling. Today he wears a fitted black t-shirt over a dark pair of pants tucked into expensive boots, his strong arms on display along with a watch that costs more than several months of Eren’s salary. Not that anyone’s counting.

As his eyes scan the room, Kruger’s surprised to find his younger brother’s even on set – Eren isn’t known for being punctual. Eren’s still sitting on the couch, eyes glazed over as he’s lost in thought, his script hanging loosely in his hands. He’s startled out of his trance by a smack to his shoulder blades, a rough push that was so forceful he found himself stumbling in his seat.

“You actually showed up,” Kruger speaks down to his seated sibling as he retracts his hand, his voice deep and laced with condescension. He lifts his sunglasses, resting them on the crown on his head, eyeing his brother with a more scrutinizing look now that the shades were out of the way. Kruger and Eren lived in completely different worlds – they had different friends, resided in different cities, and lived completely separate lives. So it was rare for them to be even in the same room, save for reluctantly attending family gatherings. And Eren wishes to keep it that way.

“I’m surprised you’d agree to this,” is Eren’s reply. He unwinds the script that he had folded in half in his nervous hands, and pretends to read over the lines, anything to get his brother to leave him alone. But for Kruger, this set was his turf. He had no reason to back off, not when he’s the one with the upper hand here.

“You should be thanking me, brüderchen,” he says, with a smirk and a teasing uptick of his voice at the diminutive word. Eren wants to tell him to stop calling him that, to remind him that he’s literally only ten minutes older, but Kruger continues to speak, “Maybe you’ll actually get pretty popular after being featured with me. Cause that OnlyFans shit isn’t getting you anywhere. I’m practically doing you a favor.”

“I don’t care about getting popular,” Eren retorts, not even bothering to look up at him. Sure, his older brother has his face, but sometimes Eren wishes he could wipe it right off of him. Eren thinks if he looks up now and sees the face of the man his crush has been lusting after for years, even if it is his own fucking face, he’ll lose it. So instead he simmers, his feelings stirring within him but controlled as best as he could manage.

Kruger crosses his arms over his chest. He’s bigger than his younger brother, both in stature and in muscle mass, and it shows now that he’s towering over Eren’s seated form. 

“Hope you’ll be able to keep up. We’re not doing any of that romantic shit you’re used to.”

Eren grits his teeth, his mind flooded with images of the video he filmed with you. If he’s being honest, he doesn’t want to film a hardcore porn video with you. He really enjoyed that ‘romantic shit’ – he enjoyed that more than any sexual encounter he’s ever had in his life. But all of his self-doubts and self-confidence issues aside, there’s another reason he doesn’t want to film this threesome: he doesn’t want to see you hurt.

“She’s not used to hardcore stuff. Go easy on her,” Eren says, finally taking a moment to look up at his brother. Green irises meet green, and for a moment Kruger’s surprised to see his brother looks quite serious. Eren never seems to care about anything. But suddenly he shows a seriousness when it involves this woman?

And then, Kruger laughs. It’s a deep rumble from his broad chest, incredulous that his brother would even make that request. Did he not read the script?

“If you want to keep working in this industry,” Kruger starts, and he leans down closer to his brother as he continues speaking, “You’re going to have to grow a spine, brother.”

Before Eren can even begin to think of a reply, Kruger spots a tall brunette and a short blonde woman walking into the room, a trunk and a pair of suits with them. Kruger nods his head towards them, informing Eren that they are the stylists for the two of them. Eren simply nods in acknowledgement. Before they can come over to begin their work, Kruger says, low enough for only his brother to hear:

“I’ve seen her videos before.”

Eren suddenly feels even worse, if that was possible. As if his heart wasn’t already lost somewhere in his stomach, it must be in his ass now. It was bad enough that you watched Kruger’s videos. But now he’s aware of yours? What’s next, does he think you’re –

“She’s hot. Can’t wait to see what she’s like in action, when it’s real and she’s not faking.”

Eren, his voice low and his eyes trained on the ground, only responds with a shaky, “Our videos weren’t fake.”

He says this, partly to his brother, to tell him he’s wrong. That real sex can be had without having to make it a hardcore porn – hell, you came five times the last time you both filmed together. He definitely knew that you weren’t faking.

But mostly, he says it to remind himself – because that’s the only thing that separates him from Kruger, isn’t it? The fact that the connection between you two was real, and not just you watching videos late at night in the comfort of your bed. The only thing that keeps Eren’s hopes from turning to dust is the fact that Kruger still doesn't have that real connection with you. That for now, he’s still some virtual image, and that Eren is real and the pleasure he gave you was real. The kisses, the laughs, they were real. He felt a spark between you two – one that Kruger can’t possibly have by only being the man you watch on your phone screen.. And hopefully, he never will have it.

Kruger only acknowledges Eren’s words with a low “hm.”

And as they are both ushered to respective areas to dress and prepare for the scene, Eren can’t help but wonder what you were feeling right now. Are you excited to finally be with his brother? Do you want Kruger instead? Or do you have the same feelings he does? He wishes he knew.

He hopes that in an hour from now, once the cameras start rolling, that he’ll find out.

You’re sitting in a chair across from a mirror, your body practically swaying back and forth, barely able to contain your nerves. It’s palpable, the way your eyes bounce across the walls and your legs vibrate with your jitters. As the makeup artist in front of you paints on your red lipstick for the third time (only because you keep chewing your lips), she notes the way you pull your bathrobe tighter and cross and uncross your arms multiple times.

“First time?” she asks, arching an eyebrow.

“No, no,” you try not to shake your head, her pinky resting on your cheek to remind you to stay still as she paints your face. “I’ve just… never worked with Kruger before. I’m not sure what to expect. Guess I’m just…nervous.” 

You’ve been a porn actress for years now – so meeting new actors shouldn’t have you on the edge like this. But you were a nervous wreck, fraught with the questions repeating in your mind: What’s Eren’s twin going to be like? Is Eren okay with being in a threesome with his brother? Is he okay with me being in a threesome with his brother?

The makeup artist lets out a single tuft of air, a pathetic excuse for a chortle, her expression quite bored. Her chin-length black hair sways gently as she pulls back from your face. “That’s what they all say. We’ll see how you feel at first touch-up.”

“What do you–”

Suddenly she takes out a spray bottle, presumably setting spray, though she whips it in front of your face so fast you don’t have a chance to read the label. She sprays it in a ‘Z’ pattern, the mist dusting across your dolled-up face, before she sets it down with a loud smack against the wooden table. “You’re all set. Try not to bite your lips off before you start filming.”

You nod as she sets down her tools next to the makeup bag on the desk in front of you. She saunters off, effectively cutting your conversation short, as she starts to chat with another member of the crew. She leaves you alone, heading to the back of the room, and you take the time to stare at your reflection in the mirror. She may be apathetic, but she did a damn good job – you look sexy. Hair cascading in waves down your back, a sultry cat-eye with smokey eye shadow, vivid red lipstick delicately painted across your lips. You look so much more alluring and so much more dangerous than when you are made-up for romantic porn. The sight only fuels your anxiety further, the simmering bubbles in your stomach an out-right rolling boil now. You admit to yourself that you’re curious: you’ve seen Eren’s – no, Kruger’s – porn before, but you mostly stick to his solo videos. So you aren’t sure what a threesome would entail, especially one with his own brother. You almost bite on your lip again out of nerves but when your eyes catch sight of the makeup artist in the background of your reflection you decide against it for fear of incurring her annoyance a fourth time.

Instead, your fingers come up to brush against the black leather collar you’re wearing. Besides the bathrobe, and leather cuffs on your wrists, it's the only thing you’re wearing. Your index finger hooks itself into the D-rings of your collar, tugging slightly, just to test how it will feel. There’s three of these rings on the collar: one in the center, and two at each side of your neck. You can see the leather wrist straps poking out from underneath the bathrobe. A short chain adorns each cuff, with clasps at the end of the chain. You’ve never used this before, but it's glaringly obvious that the two chains on your wrist connect to the two loops on either side of your neck. The front loop… well, when your eyes dart across the room, to the long black leash laid flat on the bed, you know what that loop is for. The only other item of clothing in the room is a set of red pumps, a bright red to match your lipstick with heels sharp enough to kill.  

As you stare at yourself in the mirror, you reflect on the last time you spoke to Eren, at the conclusion of the last video you filmed together.

With terror taking hold of Eren’s features, he said to you, “Kruger wants to work with us.”

If you had received that call even a few hours ago, you would have perhaps been excited, ecstatic even, to hear the news from Hitch. Instead, you stared at Eren, unable to speak, the truth about your relationship weighing heavy in your lungs.

“Babe? Should I say yes?” You registered that Hitch was talking on the other line, but you were unable to break eye contact with Eren, his frown deepening with each passing second. Hitch continued, “You know how it goes with the big agencies, they’ll find someone else if we don’t reply…”

She continued talking, but the only voice that stood out was Eren’s.

“Say yes,” he said. 

You couldn’t fathom why he would agree to this, your eyebrows stitched and your eyes taking on a look of confusion. The sex you just had with Eren – it was nothing like anything you’d ever experienced before, and you hoped it was the same for him. You thought you’d felt a deeper connection with him – so wouldn’t he want to stop you from taking this job?

He sighed, swallowing the urge to vomit, or maybe to sob, he didn’t know what to call it, this feeling that made him want to crawl under a rock and never come out. How naive was it for him to believe that you’d really fallen for him the same way he’d fallen for you? And of all fucking people, it had to be his brother. 

“This is what you’ve wanted for years right, to work with him?” Eren asked, a bite to his words that you hadn’t ever heard before. He didn’t mean for his words to sound so pointed, but what could he do about his feelings? He wasn’t anything like his brother – Kruger was confident, brazen, ambitious. Meanwhile Eren was this pathetic boy who wore his heart on his sleeve, stumbling along with no goals in his life, too cowardly to do anything other than give up after asking you to get coffees with him. If he really would have tried harder, maybe things could have gone differently all those years ago, and you would’ve never ended up watching Kruger’s videos. So no, Eren wasn’t frustrated with you – it was all with himself.

But in your state of mind, with your body feeling like it was made of lead, and your heart feeling like it was lodged somewhere in your throat, you couldn’t muster the courage to correct him. You wanted to say to him ‘no, I’ve been wanting to work with you again ever since that first video four years ago.” But with the way he spoke, the way his face looked so dejected, the way his whole body slumped with the news – how could you stand to hurt him any further, to try and even deny what was true. Because yes, it was true that the man you’d been pleasuring yourself to wasn’t him, but his brother. And yes, it was true that over the years, the desire to film with the Eren you met four years ago morphed into a desire to film with Jaeger, too.

Eren saw your hesitation, and took it as a confirmation that what he said was true. He swallowed his pride and added, “It will be good for your career too, filming with such a big name like his. Take it. It’ll get you further than filming with me alone.”

He offered you a smile – though it looked pained, like a wince, but it was an attempt. You opened your mouth to speak, but again Hitch’s voice blared in your ear.

“What will it be?”

You stared up at Eren once more, and he gave you a single nod.

“Okay.”

You walked around the room aimlessly as Hitch gave you further details about the shoot. And by the time the conversation with Hitch was over, you turned around to look for Eren, but Eren was gone.

You left the room, walking back towards the main filming area, bumping straight into Hange in the process.

She looked confused, her mouth open as she was about to say something, but you frantically interrupted her.

“Where’s Eren?”

“He, uh,” she turned to her side, pointing a thumb towards the exit, “He just walked out. Are you guys–”

“Can’t talk right now, Hange!” You told her as you began a mad dash for the door. She smothered the urge to laugh at both of your antics, shaking her head as she continued on walking.

Meanwhile, you burst through the exit door, your hand casting a shade over your eyes as you looked into the parking lot under the rays of the afternoon sun. You could see Eren, just about to enter his Ford.

“Eren!” You called after him. He froze for a moment, before slowly turning around as you ran up to him.

“Hey,” you said, looking up at him. You feigned a smile, but he didn’t return it. His face was as blank as you’d ever seen it, completely unreadable.

“Hey,” he replied, though he didn’t match the cheery uptick that you had to your voice.

“I wanted to talk to you before you go,” you started, your hands intertwining behind your back as you bit your lip.

Eren was impassive, leaning his back against his car door and replying with a short, “Okay.”

“I had a great time today–amazing, actually.”

Eren stuffs his hands in his pockets, eyes downcast and unable to meet your gaze. “Yeah, I did too.”

“Are you sure you want to go through with the next shoot? We don’t have to if–” Your words trailed off when Eren finally looked down at you directly, his lips pressed in a firm line and the warmth in his eyes all but extinguished.

“Yeah, really. It’s fine.” Eren was never a good actor, but he gave this his best performance. He had to. He kicked one of his feet against the pavement, continuing, “It would be good for both our careers. He’s got that big channel on PornHub, bigger than either of us. And you’re doing so well recently…a rising star paired with a name like his? Maybe you’ll make your way up to being the next Lana Rhoades or something,” he said with a short laugh, one that sounded hollow.

You chuckled lightly in response. “You think so?”

“Yeah.”

“Thanks.” There was a long pause, before you thought to yourself ‘fuck it, unprofessionalism be damned’. “Hey, Eren… Do you want to maybe get dinner or coffee together?”

He removed a hand from his pocket to scratch at the back of his nape. “Actually, I have to get going. Got to, uh, pick up my niece from soccer practice. I’ll call you?”

He turned around, motioning to open the car door, but you held onto his forearm to stop him.

“Don’t you need my number?”

“Right.” He turned back towards you, taking his phone out of his pocket. He handed it to you with a blank contact on the screen and you entered your name and number before handing it back to him.

You offered him a smile, “I’ll be waiting for you to call, then?”

“Yeah. I’ll call you.”

You took a couple of steps back and watched as he silently got into his car, a single pensive glance back at you before he drove away. You waved him off, hoping that you’d hear from him again.

But Eren never called.

You’re woken from your reverie by a voice calling out from the front door of the room “Ready on set!”

You immediately hop off the chair, making sure to smooth down any flyaways and dustoff your bathrobe as you glance into the mirror one last time. Then, you make your way to the bed, placing the deadly red heels onto your feet, and holding the leash in one of your hands. You take a deep breath, steadying your nerves, before plastering a smile on your face and following the crew towards the set.

When you walk into the room where the shoot will take place, you notice the buzzing of employees and the shouting as Zeke is running around giving last minute instructions. But none of that matters once your eyes find the men you were looking for.

The Jaeger brothers are truly incredibly handsome. You see them from the side, as they are staring at the set, arms crossed and looking rather bored as they wait for you to come in. They’re both dressed exactly the same – dark trousers, white button up shirts, and black waistcoats with black ties. They are both wearing their chestnut brown hair down, Eren’s length reaching just at his shoulders, while Kruger’s is maybe a couple inches longer, grazing his collarbones. They don’t notice you right away, and it gives you time to memorize their features. You can tell them apart, now that you see them side-by-side, because Kruger is even more massive in person than the videos do justice. 

You never thought that identical twins could be built differently, but Kruger is taller, his chest is broader, his muscles larger. Everything about his presence is so imposing. While Eren is tall and muscular, he’s definitely more lean, and everything about him is open and approachable. You think of Eren as cute, adorable even. He’s funny, and a bit dumb, but harmless.

But Kruger? Even from afar he’s almost fearsome.

When Eren sees you, he looks at you like he always does: his crush on you is hopelessly apparent in his gaze, and even with the awkward situation you’ve found yourselves in he finds himself smiling at you. Everyone is already positioned to start filming, so you don’t have much time for introductions. As you walk into the room, you’re ushered by one of the crew towards the bed.

You catch a glance at the brothers, meeting their gaze. Eren manages to squeeze out a simple, “Hey”, any other words that he could have said lodged in his throat. His emotions are too conflicting now to make any sense of them, and on top of that you look so damn hot right now that even if it was just the two of you he didn’t think he could have said a word lest he look like an idiot again.

You want to introduce yourself to the older Jaeger brother, and to at least exchange some kind of conversation with Eren, since things ended so awkwardly last time, but there’s no time to waste when the cameras are about to start rolling.

At the crew’s direction, you take your place by the edge of the bed, removing the bathrobe that covered your naked body. You hand off the leash in your hand and the robe to an employee and sit down on the plush mattress, one long bare leg crossed over the other, eyes concentrated on the Jaeger’s off to the side. Kruger and Eren are both talking to their brother Zeke behind the camera in front of you, nodding and discussing what, you don’t know, but you presume it’s about the scene you’re about to film. The two brothers are facing you, a smile offered to you from each. But unspoken in their smiles are their intentions – Eren’s smile is reassuring and earnest, while Kruger’s is teasing and predatory, like a hunter about to take its prey. It makes a shiver run up your spine. 

You don’t dwell on it too long, because suddenly Zeke claps once, loudly. Kruger walks in your direction as Zeke begins to direct each cameraman and each of the lights to the point of focus. You place your palms flat on the bed behind you, sticking out your bare chest, your legs closed before you. They’re pressed together to prevent them from shaking. The anxious knot in your stomach only tightens when Zeke shouts out “action!”.

The taller Jaeger brother, Kruger, is the first to stand before you. It isn’t like that last time with Eren – there aren’t any shy smiles, no awkward titters, no avoiding glances. Kruger may not have said a single word yet, but his eyes speak for him. The way they stare you down, almost glowing green with their ferocity. They are venomous, smoldering, dangerous. His intense gaze is paired with a small upturn of his lips, a smirk that you recognize from the many times you’ve watched his videos. You already know how this will begin. And it makes you clench your limbs in anticipation, as if your body is conditioned to feel aroused at the sight of him.

He reaches a hand out for your cheek, a thumb grazing your skin, touch lighter than a feather. It’s deceitful, you know, because that’s the only time he’ll ever be that gentle. He’s so immensely tall, a massive 200 cm, that you have to crane your neck up to look at him as he touches you. He thinks you look cute, innocent even, despite the collar and the straps on your wrists, as you blink up at him. Your makeup is meant to be sexy, but Kruger knows when it comes to hardcore porn, you’re practically a virgin. The makeup doesn’t fool him, but it does make the illusion just a bit more enticing.

It always begins with that one line, delivered in that low voice of his that is almost a growl, words laced with scorn, tongue sharp like a whip. 

“Think you can handle me, baby girl?”

It’s the line, the one he always starts with, even when he’s solo and teasing his viewers. When you watch his porn at home, you’d talk back to your phone. You’d whisper, “Yes, Daddy,” as you’d begin the ritual of slipping your fingers past the waistline of your bottoms. You’d believe it, like clockwork, that you could handle him. That those women on the video, the ones who always said yes so hesitantly, with eyes so fearful and lips stuttering – you’d think they were faking it, exaggerating it for the clip. You’re no stranger to doing that yourself in your own videos.

But right now, sitting before him, you know exactly how those women feel. 

You’re unable to take your eyes off of his harsh murky green, almost black irises. All four plus years of your experience as a porn actress is tossed out the window with the way Kruger looks at you. You can only dole out a weak, “Yes.”

Before you can even blink, Kruger has your cheeks pinched between one of his large hands. It's rough and sudden, the way he grabs your face, and your eyes flicker towards Eren, a statue standing still right behind the camera waiting for his cue. His expression is one of worry. But this is just the beginning, and it’s what you signed up for. So you build some resolve, shut away your feelings, and become the actress that you are. Your eyes meet Kruger’s once again.

“Yes, what? Whore.” He spits out the last word like it’s poison.

More confidently now, shaking off your nerves, you reply, “Yes, Daddy.”

He doesn’t let go of your face, instead bending down to meet you. You’re overwhelmed by his scent, his size, his striking features. His face comes right in front of yours, and up close he’s even more handsome than any camera could capture. You think he’s coming down for a kiss, but instead he chuckles, just a single breathy laugh.

“You want us to fuck you? I wanna hear you fucking beg for it.” 

Eren walks into frame as Kruger’s talking, silently taking his place next to Kruger in front of you. You begin to lean back just slightly, to give Eren room, so one of his hands can come up to tease your nipple. That single touch, just a light brush against your skin, his fingers impossibly warm, already has you sighing into him. 

Kruger continues, “Beg for my brother and I to touch you, like a fucking slut.”

Eren’s glad he doesn’t have as many speaking lines as his brother. He only watches, him and his brother hunched over you, hands grazing your body. Your hands slide up each of their chests, fingering over the buttons of their black waist coats, before forming a fist around the base of their neckties. You pull them in closer to you by their ties, just as planned in the script, and yet Eren still finds himself surprised to see that you are slowly settling into your role. With each passing second your hands became more steady, your gaze more alluring, your movements more enticing. You’re a natural at acting, and it shows with every sex video. This is no exception, Eren realizes.

“Please, Daddy,” you begin, your voice whiny and breathy, and the two men lean in to kiss at your throat, behind your ear, down the edge of your jaw. They’re working in sync, actions mirrored on either side of you, despite never having filmed together before, leaving languid open mouth kisses that leave you reeling. You realize then that Kruger also has a tongue piercing, like his brother. The feeling of their piercings against your skin adds to the sensation, the metal adding pressure to your skin as they glide across its surface. Just the heat of their mouths and the touch of their palms, kneading at your breasts, has you already moaning into your words, “Please touch me.”

Kruger pinches the nipple in his hand, hard, earning a yelp from you as his teeth scrape against your collarbone. Eren speaks his first line as Kruger leans down to take your nipple between his teeth.

“What else do you want us to do to you, hm?”

His voice isn’t as deep as his brother’s, nor is his accent as thick, but he’s had years experience of filming porn, and when he’s called upon to be sexy he can do it too. His voice now is just as alluring, just as hot and heavy, just as sensual. It’s foreign, to be filming with Eren when he isn’t his cute, awkward self. In the back of your mind, you realize: you miss it.

You’re supposed to say “I want your mouth on my clit.” But the words never come. You’re so busy focusing on the sound of Eren’s voice, that you miss your line. You’re snapped out of your thoughts when Kruger barks out, the palm of his hand meeting your cheek in a harsh smack. “Good girls answer when they’re spoken to. You want to be a good girl, don’t you?”

You want to be a good girl, don’t you?

Eren’s reminded of the last video, when he’d spoken those exact words to you too. But the situation in which you found yourselves couldn’t be more different. While you both teased each other, with soft kisses and smiles, this was a different experience entirely. Especially when you replied breathlessly, sounding so desperate for air he’d think you were suffocating.

“Yes daddy, I wanna be your good girl.”

Kruger suddenly takes a rough hold of your hips, lifting you off the edge of the bed, Eren unlatching himself from your skin in the process. Kruger’s so strong, he quite easily handles you like a limp ragdoll, tossing you onto the center of the bed. He stands back to his feet, looking down at you with disdain.

“Then be a good girl and fuck yourself for me. Stuff those fingers up your cunt.”

You watch the brothers from your place on the mattress, bringing your hand down to your cunt. You fixate your gaze on Eren, his expression unreadable, as you plunge your fingers into your dripping hole.

Eren crawls up the bed first, sitting on his knees at your side as you pump your own fingers in and out of yourself. As Kruger rolls up his sleeves, Eren’s kissing at your neck once more, a hand coming down to rub circles onto your clit. You can’t help but arch your back against the sheets, Eren’s lips suckling at your throat as his fingers work magic on your clit.

“Eren,” his name slips past your lips, and you turn your head to face him. He can’t help but deviate from the script, when you look at him with those sultry eyes and he catches sight of your flushed face. So instead of moving down to latch onto your breast like he’s supposed to, he kisses you. He doesn’t say anything verbally, but his kiss conveys everything he needs to say. He kisses you like it’s like the last thing he’ll ever do, biting and sucking at your lip, mingling his labored breaths with your own. His pierced tongue traces your lips as he swallows your mewls and moans, low groans of his own reverberating through your skin. Your fingers in your cunt and his fingers over your clit move at a steady rhythm, and you want to cum like this, want to cum because of his and your fingers.

But you’re reminded of Kruger’s presence as he joins you both on the bed, harshly splitting your legs apart. Despite your little digression, Kruger continues to follow the plan. He’s the one in charge here, and he’ll make you realize it. He takes an ankle in each hand and harshly throws them over his shoulders, your heels falling off your feet and tumbling off the bed to the ground with a harsh thud, as Eren’s mouth heads down to your breasts, where he’s supposed to be.

“Keep those legs spread,” Kruger says, leaning down to settle between your thighs. His large hands splay across your inner thighs and push them apart as far as they can go. You wince, but continue to finger yourself to the rhythm of Eren touching your clit. Eren’s mouth is wrapped around your nipple, sucking and nipping at the skin, his tongue flicking across the hardened bud.

Kruger’s lips find a spot to rest against your inner thigh, and the sensation is nothing like you’ve felt before. His tongue licks a stripe across the skin between your pussy and your thigh, and you shudder in response. 

Is his piercing vibrating?

“Fuck–you’re fucking drenched, all that for us?” he asks, the squelching sound loud as you continue to finger yourself so obediently. You nod helplessly, a moan slipping past your lips as Eren’s fingers continue their motions right above your own.

“Gonna fuck your needy cunt with my tongue,” Kruger continues, voice low and breath fanning against your skin, a chill running up your spine as his breath hits the wet folds of your glistening cunt. “You’ll cum when I tell you to, hure.”

You don’t get a chance to react to his insult, because his mouth moves to your cunt, taking one of your lips between his teeth before sucking on it harshly. Between the sting of his bite and the vibrations of his piercing, you instantly jolt against the mattress, back arching up and a whine escaping your lips. Eren places a hand on your stomach to hold you down, though his touch isn’t as forceful as Kruger’s. It’s calm, soothing even, to feel the weight of his palm against your middle. 

Then Kruger takes your fingers out of your cunt and holds them up to Eren’s hand. “Her pussy’s so fucking sweet – why don’t you have a taste, brother?” 

Eren removes his fingers from your clit and instead they encircle your wrist. As Kruger leans down to press his tongue onto your clit, Eren brings your fingers to his lips, right by your breasts. He holds your gaze as he sucks your slick off your fingers, his loose hair brushing against your chest and his eyes impossibly bright green, as always. He waits for that moment, the way your features twist into one of pleasure as Kruger’s vibrating piercing and hot tongue make contact with your sensitive nub.

“Ah– holy fuck!” 

Eren sucks off your fingers, releasing them with a loud pop, while Kruger immediately dives in. There’s no moment to adjust, no sweet kiss before a round of soft licks – no, instead he squares in on your clit right away, flicking his pierced tongue over it, over and over, the vibrations and the heat of his muscle making it better than any vibrator your could ever buy. Wave after wave of pleasure hits you, practically blinding you, as he begins to suck right at your clit. You can’t see his face with Eren working at your breasts, but you can feel the vibrations of a guttural groan rippling through your skin. It’s been barely a few minutes since Kruger’s face made contact with your heat, and already your head is thrown back, your throat raked with a sob. Your hand makes its way to Kruger’s hair, and you take a fistful of it, demanding that he stays flush with your cunt.

The gesture makes him chuckle. He pulls away from your clit, though only a couple centimeters at best, since your grip on him is fierce. His grip is tight too, his fingers digging into your thighs, holding them apart in front of him. You’re barely getting into the first scene, and already you can feel how you’ll wake up with bruises. 

“You like it when I suck on that greedy little cunt?” He asks you, a teasing tilt to his voice, though it's so deep and alluring you know his words ring true.

“Yes, Daddy–want more,” is all you can say, as your hand attempts to bring him closer to your pussy. But instead, one of Kruger’s hands releases your thighs and lands a harsh smack on your clit with his palm. It makes you jolt, sucking in a harsh gasp of air. Eren takes hold of the thigh that Kruger let go of, and brings it higher, closer to your chest. You know from the script that Eren’s supposed to join Kruger at eating you out, but Eren takes his time getting there.

Kruger spits right on your hole, though you’re so wet that his action wasn’t necessary. But it’s not about getting you wet – it’s about the way he wants to show you that he owns you. You eagerly take what he gives you, groaning as he takes his fingers and stuffs your cunt with his saliva. Eren’s serving as a bit of a distraction, lowering himself to position his head next to his brother’s. He’s kissing your thigh, nipping at it and grazing the skin with his tongue. Each brother is holding one of your thighs open now, and with Kruger fingering you and Eren’s kisses trailing higher up your thigh, you want more.

“Fuck me,” are the words that slip out of your mouth, and whether its a exhale of pleasure, a command to the two men touching you right now, or whether its a plea – you’re not sure. 

Eren improvises, responding with, “Oh, we plan on it.”

Kruger then adds, “But you’re gonna squirt on us first, baby girl. Give us a taste of that sweet fucking cum.”

With that, they’re both on you now – Eren’s tongue flicking across your sensitive clit, Kruger’s teasing at your hole, the brother’s faces so close they’re fighting for space between your legs. It has your entire body on fire: your toes curling, your two hands holding onto their heads for support, your back arching up and your head thrown back into the pillows. You wanted more, but now this is so intense, they way they’re both lapping at you like they’re going to consume you. You already feel like you’re going to cum and they’ve barely touched you.

“Feels good?” Eren asks you, tongue tracing circles around your sensitive nub.

“Oh my god,” you whine, eyes rolling back as Eren sucks on your clit and Kruger’s tongue, piercing still vibrating like its a fucking sex toy, fucks your hole and teases your lips. Your body wants to shudder, to rock against their tongues, but Eren’s free hand comes up to hold down your stomach and lock you in place. It makes their motions all that more intense, that they’re pressing their tongues against you and you can’t even back away.

“I’m-I’m gonna cum,” you choke out between your moans, the coil in the pit of your stomach winding up so quickly and so tightly, orgasm approaching the fastest it’s ever come at you in your life. Your hands come down to tangle in their hair, one hand on each brother’s crown, and Eren can’t help but moan against your heat as you tug on his roots. The sound of your voice, so full of lust and sex, has him growing hard in his pants. Kruger and Eren both pick up the pace, eager to make you cum under the movement of their tongues.

You’re so so close. “Daddy, please, let me cum,” you beg, trying your best to stop the incoming orgasm, only because you know if you cum without permission, Kruger won’t be pleased.

He pulls away only long enough to give you a command, a single word that pushes you over the edge.

“Cum.”

And you do, the pressure in your body finding its release in the form of you squirting onto both brothers, juice coating their pretty faces as you buck your hips and your body spasms with tremors. Your hands come back down to your sides. Kruger’s the first to release his mouth’s hold on you, smirking as he says, “God damn.” He wipes his face with his sleeve, and looks over at his brother. Eren is still licking at your clit, slower now, helping you come down from that intense orgasm. Kruger’s hand comes to the back of Eren’s head, pushing him into your cunt. 

“You clean her up. I’m gonna fuck her throat.”

You’re still reeling, gasping for air and leaning into Eren’s mouth. He takes the opportunity, now that it's just the two of you while Kruger makes his way around the bed, to press his tongue between your folds, licking a stripe up between them, lapping up your release into his mouth. He groans, a low ‘mmm’, the taste still so sweet. He speaks in a hushed voice, just low enough for you to hear, “You taste so fucking good, baby.”

You both make eye contact, and for a second you want to feel like you’re the only two in the room again. He finally removes his mouth just as you’re starting to feel overstimulated and beginning to whimper. You almost share a smile. Almost want to tell him how good that was and how amazing his mouth felt on you.

But you’re taken out of the moment by the sound of the leash clipping onto the center ring of your collar. You look up, and it’s Kruger standing by the side of the bed, looking down at you with the leash wrapped around his fist. Every hair on your body stands at attention, the afterglow of your high all but wiped away in the blink of an eye.

“Up, bitch. Hands and knees.”

He tugs on the leash, pulling your neck up and off the mattress, as you shuffle your body until you’re on all fours. You look up at him as he pulls harder, squeezing the collar around your throat. Your eyes water but you hold in the urge to choke. There’s no sign from you to stop, and Kruger takes that as his cue to continue.

“Open,” he says. You don’t look back at him, but you feel Eren’s hands on your ass. Eren’s standing on his knees between your legs behind you, watching as you obediently open your mouth for his brother. He’s not sure what to call his feelings, the way his organs feel like they’re ready to crawl right out of his throat. He wishes he could go back to the video just the two of you shot. It was fun, it was light-hearted. Romantic, even. Nothing about this is romantic and he hates it.

“Aren’t you going to thank me for letting you cum, baby? Have a taste.”

Kruger leans down and spits into your open mouth. You can do nothing but swallow.

“Thank you,” you croak out your reply, voice hoarse because of the tightness around your throat. He still hasn’t let go of your leash, and you’re feeling light headed from the lack of air.

Kruger slaps you again, the corner of his lips perking up as you whimper. You wonder if Eren’s brother is the devil incarnate as he spits out, “Thank you?”

“Thank you, daddy.”

He mockingly soothes your cheek that he just slapped, skin still tingling. He gives it a single tap. “Good girl. Open up for daddy.”

The two men take a moment to unbutton their pants, cocks hard within the confines of their briefs. You turn your head to look back at Eren, and he’s giving you a questioning look. Are you okay? He seems to ask with his eyes. You offer him a simple nod and the tiniest semblance of a smile. But Kruger’s having none of that.

He tugs on your leash again, bringing your face right up to his cock. His pants and briefs hang at his mid-thighs. His cock is enormous, and you wonder how the hell it’s going to fit down your throat. 

Kruger catches you staring, and with a smirk he whispers, “Scared?”

In truth, you were, just a little. You’ve seen a lot of dicks, and Eren was big by porn star standards, but his brother? God really does have his favorites. And it was obvious the Jaeger brothers were no exception.

To stick with your role in the video, you swallow your fear and bring back your teasing, defiant demeanor. “I can take it daddy.”

“Don’t disappoint me.” He taps the head of his cock against your cupid’s bow, precum staining your lips. You open your mouth and swirl your tongue around his head, flushed a pretty pink and throbbing with need. 

While you begin sucking on Kruger’s tip, Eren’s bringing his up and down your folds behind you. With one hand gripping your ass, and the other at the base of his cock, he teases your still-sensitive clit, causing you to moan right around Kruger. It sends vibrations up his skin and through his body. You can hear Eren’s voice as he mumbles, “God, you’re so wet.” And when Eren finally begins to push himself into you? You’re mewling, hands gripping tight onto the sheets below you as you clench around him.

Eren sighs, his cock inside you feeling like heaven on earth. “Taking me so well,” he says, a thumb tracing circles on your hip, “Can feel you squeezing my cock, baby.”

Kruger gives you a devilish grin. “You like being stuffed with cock, don’t you, whore?”

“Mhm,” you can’t reply with anything but a hum as he begins to push his cock further into your mouth, holding your throat steady by the leash, his other hand coming to the back of your neck. It’s as if the brothers are synchronized, both their cocks pushing their way into your body at once.  

“Fuck, it’s tight,” Eren says between clenched teeth. His hands grip your ass cheeks, spreading them apart as he watches his cock sink into you. He’s not just saying this for the video — your walls are clamping down on him so tight he fears he’ll cum and ruin the shot. 

Kruger agrees with his brother, with a breathy, “Shit, take it, take this cock down your fucking throat,” as your mouth moves further and further down his shaft. It feels good for him, the way your hot tongue glides up the throbbing vein on the underside, the way your red lips enclose his shaft, the way your throat is so tight around him. It all feels good.

You feel so impossibly full when they’re both inside you to the hilt. Kruger’s looking down at you, your eyes watering as you breathe through your nose, while Eren’s eyes dance between where you’re connected and up at you and Kruger. He’s waiting for Kruger to start as planned.

But Kruger turns up to his brother and says, “ihre handgelenke, bruder.”

My…hands? You wonder what he’s talking about.

“Your wrists,” Eren translates.

You feel Eren reach up over your body and capture both your wrists in his hands, pulling them back. You’re no longer supporting your weight, relying solely on Eren to pull you back so you don’t fall forward. And then you hear a clinking sound. He joins together the clamps on your wrists, effectively acting as handcuffs behind your back. You pull them slightly but they’re tight, you can’t move your wrists. Eren holds both your wrists in one hand, and slaps your ass with the other. 

Eren thinks to himself: You’ve shot so many porn videos… You can do this Eren. They want you to be rough. You can be rough, dammit. 

Eren pulls on your wrists, arching your back and pulling your ass back onto him. Then, Kruger pulls you forward by your leash, ramming his cock further down your throat. You can’t believe this position you’re in, being pulled back and forth by the twins onto their cocks like this. It has you whimpering as your body jolts back and forth, back onto Eren’s cock, then forward to Kruger’s pelvis. You’re being treated like nothing but a cocksleeve.

There’s tears stinging your eyes, sweat coating your face, mascara and eyeshadow running down your cheeks. Your lipstick smears as Kruger fucks your throat with no mercy, his cock impossibly far in, his balls slapping your chin. He’s spewing curse words at you, calling you a whore, a cockslut, a bitch – every degrading word you could ever think of. You can barely breathe, between the leash on your throat and Kruger’s cock in your mouth. 

Yet, Eren’s fucking you from behind exactly how you like it. He doesn’t start slow either, instead matching Kruger’s pace with forceful thrusts of his hips slapping against your ass. It has you moaning and squeezing your eyes shut, you want to scream but you can’t, not with the older brother fucking your throat like this. Eren’s shooting you words of praise, though low enough only for you to hear. Your moans against his cock pick up the pace, and Kruger pulls out for a moment, letting you catch your breath. You’re panting, your body threatening to fall over save for Eren holding you up by your wrists.

Kruger’s index finger hooks under your chin, tilting you up to face him, your body rocking forward with each of Eren’s thrusts. He looks down at you with that condescending look, your face so utterly fucked out, makeup a mess and tears streaming down your face.

“I thought you said you could take it, baby girl?” Eren groans loudly as you squeeze around him at the sound of Kruger’s deep voice, “But you’re crying, making a whole fucking  mess.”

You whimper as Eren slaps your ass once more, his thrusts so forceful your face almost crashes into Kruger’s pelvis. Kruger’s hand that was on your chin comes up to your lips, and he sticks a thumb past them, opening your jaw and pressing down on your tongue. 

“We’ll make a bigger mess of your face then, hm? Paint it with my cum, how would you like that?”

He stuffs his fingers in your mouth as far as they will go as you nod. He pulls them out, a trail of saliva connecting your lips to his digits. He wipes it off on your chin, and a sob escapes your throat as Eren continues to fuck you, his cock hitting that sweet spot inside you and his balls slapping your clit with every thrust.

“Ahh fuck–Eren, I’m–”

“Gonna cum all over my cock?” He asks you, pulling tighter on your bound wrists as he continues to ram into you, over and over.

You part your lips, another moan perched in the back of your throat ready for release, but before you can make another sound Kruger again fills your mouth with his cock. It’s painted red with your lipstick, and soaked with your saliva. He thrusts into your throat, and it tightens in tandem with you squeezing Eren’s cock. Eren knows you’re about to cum, he can feel the way your body’s tensing up and your walls are contracting. You’re almost there, when Kruger surprises you both.

In a move that was certainly not on the script, he pulls Eren in closer by the back of the neck. You can barely believe your eyes when you look up and see that he kisses his brother. Eren’s surprised too, for a moment, but he knows this is for the video, and plays along. They’re making out right above your back, Eren angling your chest up just a bit higher, his cock buried impossibly deep. You’re groaning around Kruger’s cock as Eren kisses him back just as roughly as Kruger captured his lips. When they part, Kruger pushes two of his fingers into Eren’s open mouth and down his throat. He stutters, choking around his brother’s fingers, but he continues to pound into you. His grip on your ass is tight as he coughs and grits out the singular word, “Fuck.”

Kruger pulls harshly on your leash, constricting your airway once more, and you close your eyes as you feel your peak approaching. Eren’s merciless behind you, switching to powerful thrusts that lurch you forward, so far that each thrust has him pulling out to the tip, only to pull you back down to the hilt. You want to sob and cry, you’ve never been fucked so hard like this, but Kruger’s cock in your throat suffocates you. You can only react by clamping down hard on Eren’s dick, your coil wound so tight you think your whole body will explode when you cum.

Kruger can see that you’re about to cum, and decides to elevate your experience further. He plugs your nose with his fingers, and at this point you literally cannot breathe. Your eyes are blown wide as you look up at him, and you feel so lightheaded you don’t know if you’ll pass out before this is over. 

“Fuck, she’s gonna cum,” Eren says, feelings your walls fluttering around his cock. It feels so good, he throws his head back in ecstasy, curse words rolling off his tongue.

“Go ahead and cum,” Kruger tells you, “Cum on my brother’s cock like a good little whore, baby.”

You can’t hold back any longer, your vision turning white as you cum on Eren’s length. What would have been pathetic whimpers are swallowed by Kruger’s cock in your mouth, and you can only give a muffled “mmm!” as your cum leaks down your thighs and coats Eren’s cock, spurt coating the sheets below you. Your mind is hazy as you are on the verge of passing out, but it only makes your orgasm all that more intense.

Kruger finally releases you, letting go of your nose and removing his cock from your throat. Eren undoes the connection between your wrists, and you bring your hands down to the bed to hold up your heaving chest before you can pathetically crash face-first into the mattress. Eren pulls out, despite how hard you were milking him and how badly he wants to cum inside you, because this scene isn’t supposed to end that way. 

Instead, as you’re helplessly coughing and catching your breath, covered in your slick, tears, smudged makeup, and sweat, Eren joins his brother on the edge of the bed right in front of your face. Both of them stand before you, cocks glistening wet, right before your lips. 

You sit on your weak knees, blinking back tears, looking up at them. Without a word you bring a hand to each of their cocks, pumping their shafts with your fist. You bring Eren’s cock to your mouth, just the tip while you fist his shaft. He was already so close to cumming inside you earlier, that he begins to rut his hips into you. He can’t help but whine out a “Fuck, baby,” while he leans into your touch. He holds in his orgasm as best he can, to cum at the same time as his brother. You release him from your mouth and bring your thumb over his slit, teasing him.

With Kruger it’s not as obvious that he’s near his peak, but you can see in the way his body tenses, and hear the low curses coming from his lips, that he’s close too. You take Kruger’s cock into your mouth again, sucking on the tip as you pump the base with your fist.

“You want us to cum on your face?” He asks, and his voice has an edge to it. You know from his videos that’s how it sounds when he’s about to cum. He poses his words as a question but he already knows the answer to it.

“Yes, daddy,” you reply as you release his cock from your mouth, looking up at both men towering above you. “Want your cum on my tongue,” you beg for their seed as you stick out your tongue.

You switch between their cocks in your mouth a second time, earning the most sinful moans from each brother, but you release them before they can cum in your mouth. With a few more furious pumps of your hands, and groans coming from the two brothers, they cum together on your face, thick ropes of white painting your skin. In regards to this, for once both twins are the same–they cum a lot, in several loads that drip down your cheeks, coat your tongue and even spill down your breasts and onto your knees. You slow down the movements of your fists as the last of their cum coats your hands. You show them your tongue, coated white with their release.

“Fuck, so good,” Eren says between breaths. He watches, still reeling, as Kruger reaches out to you.

“Show us how badly you wanted our cum,” Adds Kruger, hooking a finger under your jaw to close it.

You swallow all the cum that was on your tongue, the action of swallowing hurting your raw throat. You blink harshly but otherwise stay silent, opening your mouth and sticking out your tongue to show them. Behind them you can see the cameraman filming you, and the sight brings you back to earth, because this whole time you’d almost forgotten you were even filming.

Kruger silently pats your cheek in acknowledgement, and Eren reaches to smooth down your hair.

“Good girl.”

Off-screen, Zeke yells, “Cut!”

The three of you turn to him as the cameras shut off, and Zeke looks at the three of you incredulously. The twins zip up their pants while you’re still naked on the bed, too shocked by the scene you just filmed to even move.

“Holy shit,” is all he says, looking between his step-brothers and you, your face completely fucked-out. “That was insane.” 

You lie back against the bed and Eren comes over to your side.

“Are you okay?” He asks, worry stitching his brows together and causing a slight frown to marr his features.

“Just give me five minutes,” you sigh, laying back against the bed and staring at the ceiling. Your only thought, as Eren grabbed a nearby bottle of water for you, and Kruger walked away with a smirk on his lips, was: Fuck, we still have two more scenes.

The second scene starts out quite differently than the first.

After retouching your hair and makeup, and after the twins remove their clothing, you are laid flat against the mattress. Eren sits naked on his heels by the headboard, and your head lies between his thighs. You share a look as you look up at him, and he mouths something along the lines of ‘you’re okay?’. You simply nod, and he begins the work of positioning you for the scene. He takes both your wrists, still encircled by the leather straps, and clamps them onto the rings on your leather collar around your neck. While you are able to swing your elbows around, you can’t move your wrists from the attachments to your neck. He tugs them just a little but they don't move. He deems them secure. 

You and Eren look up at his brother, who is also naked now, standing on his knees between your legs. This is the first time you see Kruger naked outside of his videos, and as always, it leaves you breathless. Him and Eren share the same devilishly handsome face, and the only thing reminding you of the fact that they are different people is the tattoo on Kruger’s ribcage and the larger frame of his body. Oh, and that incredibly dark look in his eye as he smirks down at you. In his hands are a remote and a bullet vibrator, items that he plans to use on you for the scene.

“Ready?” He asks, and honestly you’re surprised he even asks for permission.

You nod, and soon after you feel the cold metal of the vibrator make contact with the sensitive skin of your pussy. It makes you shrink back, goosebumps littering your body as you shiver.

“Let’s see how many times we can make this tight little pussy cum before I fuck you, yeah?” He asks, dragging the tip of the bullet along your skin right around your clenching hole.

You reel back in response, the words “Fuck, it’s cold,” slipping past your lips.

“Let’s warm it up then,” Kruger says as he takes the vibrator and brings it up to his brother’s mouth. Eren obediently darts out his tongue, and Kruger places the cold metal vibrator onto it with his middle and index finger pressing it down. Eren closes his lips around his brother’s fingers, warming them and the cold vibrator against his hot tongue. Eren avoids his brother’s intense gaze, staring down at you instead. You’re caught in a staring contest as Eren’s looking down at you with his brother’s fingers in his mouth, drool dripping down the corner of his lips.

Once Kruger’s satisfied he retracts his fingers and the bullet, bringing it down to stuff the wet vibrator inside you. As Eren wipes the spit from his face, Kruger pushes the button on the remote, setting it to the first setting. Immediately you feel vibrations inside of you and it makes your whole body shudder. You tug at your wrists but you can’t move, your body only able to writhe around as you pant like a dog.

You move to press your thighs together but Kruger’s sitting between them. His hands come down to your thighs, roughly gripping them and pushing them apart. 

“Ah-Ah, none of that,” he reprimands you, eyes cast down to your glistening cunt, “Don’t you wanna show daddy how pretty your pussy looks when you cum?”

“Y-Yes, daddy,” you mewl, eyes squeezed shut as the vibrations shake your core.

Eren’s right above your head, fisting his cock, about to start what is his role in this part of the scene. But your mind is focused only on Kruger, who is bent down to face your thighs. He leans in and latches his mouth onto one of your thighs, sucking and biting at the skin. It makes you wince, because he isn’t gentle by any means. You can feel his teeth pinching at your skin, the titanium of his piercing pressuring down on you, and you can hear the smacking of his lips as he sucks hard enough to leave plum-colored marks behind. Each bite earns him a whine from your throat as you make your best attempt at staying still for him.

You suddenly feel the intensity of the vibrations increase – Kruger must have pressed the remote.

“Fuck!” Your body reacts before you can tell it not to, legs seizing up, your thighs pulling up towards you, legs bending up at the knees.

Kruger, spit staining his lips as his fingers dig into your skin, turns up to say, “Why don’t you shut her up, brother?”

It was long past Eren’s cue but he was too busy watching you, the way you teetered between pain and pleasure, to remember that he was supposed to be stuffing your mouth with his cock. He snapped back to his senses, and brought a hand to the back of your neck. While Kruger tugged your legs back down, Eren adjusted your neck so that you were facing him, the top of your head flush with the mattress. You realize this position is probably going to make your neck sore as hell, but it's too late to object, once Eren starts painting your lips with his precum. As Kruger begins his rough treatment of your other thigh, Eren almost looks hesitant as he says, “Stick out your tongue.”

You comply, and he sticks the head of his cock into your mouth. He can’t help but sigh in pleasure, a shiver running up his spine, as your tongue darts into his slit and around his head. He’s pumping the base of his cock as he pushes it further and further into your upside-down mouth. A low ‘fuck’ escapes his lips as your throat closes in around him. You’re moaning against his flesh, as Kruger’s mouth gets closer and closer to your cunt and the vibrator only further heightens your pleasure. 

When Kruger finally clamps his mouth around your clit, he brings a hand up to twist and tease at one of your nipples before slapping it harshly with the force of his palm. You arch your back into his touch, unable to do anything else but moan onto Eren’s cock. Eren leans over you and mimics Kruger’s ministrations on your other breast, pinching your nipples and twisting them between two fingers, though he doesn’t slap at your skin–a gentler touch, all things considered. 

You’re feeling stimulation everywhere – your cunt’s vibrating with the bullet stuffed inside, your clit is being flicked over and over by Kruger’s tongue, Eren’s cock’s down your throat, and each brother’s teasing your nipples – your brain is practically fried with what’s happening now. You can’t move any part of your body except to tremble and groan, your hands struggling against the restraints, and you feel your coil beginning to wind up in the pit of your stomach. It’s all too much, the sensations are all too much.

Or at least, you thought so. Then Kruger heightens the frequency of the bullet again.

“Mmffh!” Eren feels the ripples of your moan travel up his length and it makes him groan, loudly. 

“Shit,” he groans, pushing his cock further down till your lips are at his base and his balls are in your face. You nearly choke on his length, his balls leaving little room for your nose to breathe.

Kruger detaches his mouth from your clit, grunting out as he pinches your clit, “C’mon and cum, whore. Wanna taste you again. Cum for daddy.”

Neither you nor Eren could see, but Kruger grins at the sound of your high-pitched wails as a muffled cry leaves your throat. He slaps your sensitive clit, and tears prickle your lashes between the pain and the fullness of your throat. But when his mouth is back on your pussy, his tongue tracing patterns on your clit, it's soothing and feels good. The mixture of pain and pleasure has your brain in a fog and you can barely even think straight, especially with the blood rushing to your head as Eren starts to move his cock in and out of your upside-down throat.

Kruger holds down your thighs as you begin to stiffen up with your impending orgasm. He increases the pace of his tongue against your clit, his piercing and his wet muscle giving you the friction you so craved, and you arch your back, bucking your hips into his face as you cum. Your release coats his lips, his tongue, his chin, and he drinks it all like you’re the sweetest drink he’s ever had, moaning into your heat at the taste.

But he doesnt stop the vibrator, suddenly pressing it again. You don’t think it could even go faster but it does. 

“Give daddy one more, baby girl,” he coos as you're squirming from the overstimulation. Tears begin to pool in your eyes once more, though because you’re upside down they cloud your vision and fall over your forehead. It’s intense and blinding, the way your body feels now. But reassurance comes in the form of Eren’s hands holding your bound ones. 

“Doing okay?” He asks, to you only, pulling out from your throat to check on your teary face.

Despite yourself you nod. “I’m okay.”

Kruger sets the bullet to its final setting, the highest one. “Oh my god,” the words tumble out of your lips in the form of a sob. “‘s too much,” you whine, your hands squeezing Eren’s. He sees the sweat and tears framing your face, the way your eyes and lips are wincing with the pain of overstimulation. But still you haven’t given any signal that you want to stop.

“Girl’s a little crybaby, is she?” Kruger taunts as he brings his thumb to your clit. He spits on it, before rubbing circles onto the nub, and with the bullet vibrating so quickly inside of you you feel the pressure quickly building inside you once more. You feel pleasure despite the tears stinging at your eyes, and Eren notices your grip on his hands loosens as you succumb to it.

“Ah,” you gasp, “I’m gonna–”

“Go ahead and squirt for me, right on daddy’s fingers,” Kruger says, his fingers picking up the pace on your clit. As you approach your high, you look up at Eren, wishing with all your heart that he could at least kiss you through your orgasm. Instead, he holds your hands tighter and says in that sweet voice of his, for your ears only, “Squirt baby. Do it for me.”

You cum again at Eren’s encouragement, squirting onto the older Jaeger’s awaiting fingers. 

“Please, no more,” you beg as the vibrator continues to pulsate inside you, even after Kruger has licked all the juice off his fingers and even after he’s stopped touching your clit. “I can’t–no more.”

He turns off the vibrator and a loud tsk. “What a shame. Thought you’d give me another. You’ll just have to cum all over my cock instead, won’t you baby?”

You sigh in relief between your deep breaths as the vibrator is finally pulled out of you. Eren lets go of your hands, unclamping them from your collar, and you instinctively rub at your sore wrists as Eren gently smoothes away the hair that stuck to your forehead with your sweat. You almost begin to relax into the sheets, but you feel a harsh tap to your thigh.

“Pumpkin, I asked you a question.”

“Sorry, daddy,” you tell Kruger, spreading your legs wider as an invitation, “I want it. Want to cum on your cock.”

Kruger stifles a laugh. Fucking you in missionary? Not a chance.

He climbs down backwards from the bed and pulls you by the hips to the edge of it. You gasp as he roughly flips you over and lands a rough smack to your ass, a loud “Ah!” coming from you in response. Kruger looks up to his brother, who watches with disdain as Kruger tosses you around so easily. 

“Why don’t you come down for a taste, brother?” Kruger asks, lifting your body until you’re on your hands and knees at the edge of the bed.

Eren shuffles around on the bed, positioning himself underneath you into the 69 position. His hands come to your waist as he says, “Sit on my face, baby, come closer.” He guides you down until your sensitive and puffy clit is right on his tongue. You feel sore from your previous orgasms but Eren’s tongue is gentle, sensual even. The slow glide of his tongue over your clit alleviates the soreness and you lean into his touch with a sweet sigh. Even the cool metal of his piercing is almost demulcent, cold against your aching heat as he makes out with your pussy.

It’s momentary, that relief, because Kruger is quick to slap your ass with his hands again, and you even think you hear a low growl emitted from his throat. Both his hands take fistfuls of your ass, spreading your cheeks impossibly wide. 

“Gonna fill this tight little cunt with my cock,” Kruger says to the tune of another slap on your sore cheek, “You want that, don’t you baby girl?”

“Mm, please,” you’re holding yourself up by one palm pressed into the sheets next to Eren’s thigh. Your other hand is pumping his cock, right in front of your face and waiting for your mouth. Eren’s moaning into your cunt, unable to contain it between the taste of you so sweet and the feeling of your hand on his dick. You lick at his tip briefly before adding, to Kruger, “Please fuck me, daddy. Want you inside me.”

Kruger spits down onto your sopping cunt, and you can feel the mixture of your slick and his spit leaking down your skin and onto Eren’s face as you suck on Eren’s tip. Kruger does it again, this time pushing his spit into you with just the very tip of his cock. Even the tip feels so wide you’re not sure how it will fit inside you. You moan onto Eren’s cock as you feel Kruger’s head push inside you just a little before pulling back out. Eren’s ministrations on your clit don’t stop, even with his brother’s cock right in his face.

“You can beg a little better than that, can’t you, cock-whore?”

You momentarily release Eren from your mouth, whining between gasps, “Please, want you to fuck me. Wanna be full with your cum, daddy.”

“Good girl. Keep that filthy mouth on my brother,” Kruger begins to sink his cock into you, its width threatening to tear you apart. “And I’ll–fucking hell, you’re tight,” he groans, forgetting his words as your walls tightly grip on him. You can practically feel every inch and ridge of his cock as he makes his way in, and like his brother, it feels even bigger than it looks. 

To stifle your whines you busy your mouth with Eren’s cock, sucking on as much as you can fit in your mouth while fisting the base of it. You’re moaning onto his length, high pitched wails as Kruger splits you open from behind. Eren returns your moans with his own, your throat closing in so well around his cock. Kruger lets you adjust to him for a moment, your body practically milking him and clenching around him once he’s in to the hilt. You’re so full it's almost uncomfortable, but you continue to obediently suck on Eren’s cock.

And then it begins. Kruger gives you a few slow strokes as he mutters about how tight you are, his hips meeting your ass as he relishes in the way you groan below him. His grip on your ass is tight, his hands placed just a tad lower on your body than Eren’s are. You can feel him practically in your tummy with how full you are, the head kissing your cervix with each thrust. Each one of Kruger’s thrust is rewarded with a staccato moan from your throat, the vibrations of each moan traveling up Eren’s length. For a short while the three of you have a rhythm: Kruger’s slow but powerful thrusts, Eren’s tongue stimulating your clit, and your mouth bobbing up and down Eren’s length. It’s tolerable, even pleasurable, accompanied by the low groans of each brother behind you.

But Kruger isn’t known for being gentle and quickly picks up the pace.

“Gonna make you our cumdump,” he says between thrusts, another harsh smack landing on your ass. He feels it when you squeeze around him and chuckles, “You like that, don’t you, you slut.”

You reply with a muffled “mhm” only because your mouth is… occupied.

Meanwhile Eren is below you, pushing back against his brother’s thrusts and holding you above him with the grip of his hands on your waist. A particularly harsh thrust jolts you forward, and instead of Eren’s mouth on your cunt, he winds up with a mouthful of his brother’s testicles. As humiliating as it is for Eren, his older brother only laughs, a dark rumbling sound coming from his throat.

“Like that, little brother?” he taunts. You’re unable to see what’s happening, but are made aware of it when Kruger continues. “Having balls in your mouth like that, tastes good?” He asks mockingly, continuing to thrust into you. You can only continue to whine, any other words dying in your stuffed throat. Your jaw’s beginning to ache but otherwise you continue to bob up and down Eren’s shaft, your two palms holding up your body on either side of his thighs.

Eren’s eyebrows furrow in annoyance at his brother’s words, but otherwise he says nothing. He wants to tell him to fuck off, but Eren’s never stood up to him, has he? Plus, any protests from him will only rile Kruger up further, and he wants nothing more than for this scene to end already. So he keeps quiet, bringing his knees up and planting his feet flat on the mattress.

Eren lays his head back against the bed and Kruger moves even faster, Eren just watching as his brother fucks into you at a jackhammer pace. At one point Kruger pulls you back by the hair, forcing you to release Eren’s cock from your mouth. The action has you arching your back, and the new angle has his cock hitting a sweet spot inside you that has your vision going fuzzy from how good it feels, sobs raking your throat. Your words, consisting of ‘fuck’ and ‘oh my god’, no room in your mind for anything else, are finally able to leave your hoarse throat now. You’re squeezing Kruger so tight, he knows he’s approaching his peak too. You don’t even know how many orgasms this is now – you’ve lost track. One of Eren’s hands comes off your waist to trace circles on your clit, rubbing it furiously as his brother’s fucking you with quick and powerful thrusts. 

“Ah–I’m gonna cum,” you cry out, your hands gripping the bed sheets into tight fists.

Kruger says something in reply, but your ears only focus on Eren, who replies with a low, “Cum, baby, right on me.”

You squirt for the third time that day, right onto Eren’s face, coating his lips, cheek, and jaw with your release. You cry out and squeeze tightly around Kruger as you come, and the feeling has him grunting in response to the delicious friction around his length. With an even tighter grip on your ass, he pulls you back to meet his harsh thrusts. He finishes, speaking low, almost a growl, “Shit–Take daddy’s load, take it like a good fucking whore.”

And it’s a lot. He stills as the cums inside you, filling you with his thick release, and as he’s still coming he pulls out a bit, just to have it drip down to your clit and over Eren’s mouth, before he pushes back in. The action has his cum spilling out around him, coating his dick white and painting Eren’s mouth with it too. Kruger pulls out, and as he does he takes two fingers and stuffs them inside of you, pushing some of his cum back inside. When he removes his fingers, he wipes them all over your pussy, making a complete mess above Eren’s face. You’re about to get off of Eren but Kruger pushes Eren’s face into your cunt, forcing him to lap up at the mess Kruger left you in. It doesn’t last long though, just a few short swipes of his pierced tongue against your heat, because Kruger says, “Up, you two. It’s your turn, brüderchen.”

Although your legs and arms are weak at this point, and you couldn’t feel any more fucked-out than you do now, you rise and Eren helps you get off of him with two firm hands on your waist. He avoids his brother, instead eyes darting straight towards you to get a glimpse of your face. You’re dazed, cheeks wet with tears and makeup smeared around your eyes. He again shoots you that look, one that asks ‘are you okay?’. But you know that the shoot is almost over now – the last scene is you riding Eren until he also comes inside you, with Kruger finishing off in your mouth. You tell yourself you can do this. So you shoot him a nod as you both stand on your knees.

Eren takes this moment to kiss you, the second time he deviates from the script to do so. You can taste yourself and Kruger on his lips, but it doesn’t matter, because you’ve been wanting Eren to kiss you again since the moment he did it in the first scene. It’s soft, the way his lips caress your swollen ones, but it's still intense, in the way that his pierced tongue flicks over your lips and glides over your own. It makes you feel wanted, needed. Like he needs your kiss to breathe. 

Off-camera, Zeke almost cuts the scene, but then not just Zeke, everyone is surprised to see that Kruger leans in and joins, making it a threeway kiss. It’s sloppy, it’s messy, full of tongue and a mixture of your cum and his. And it brings you back to earth (because, frankly, Eren’s kisses had a habit of making you forget where you were every time), it brings you back to the shoot and reminds you of the fact that you’re currently kissing both Jaeger brothers at once. 

Eren wipes the saliva off your bottom lip with his thumb as Kruger’s mouth trails lower to your jaw. His body’s behind yours, a hand lightly placed around your throat. 

“Why don’t you show my brother a good time now, hm?” He asks into your ear, along with a pat to your ass. His voice still manages to send chills up your spine, the way it's so low and sexy right against your skin. 

Eren asks you, “Ride me?”

You nod, and follow him up the bed as he sits up against the headboard. You sit on his lap, though he isn’t inside you yet. You’re sharing shy stares as your hands come up to his shoulders.

“Are you…feeling okay?” he asks, low enough for just you to hear.

Your body is sore, littered with bruises. Your vagina feels like it may just fall off, and your face is probably an absolute disaster. But still you laugh lightly at Eren’s sweet disposition. “I guess I’ve been better,” you reply sarcastically with a chuckle. You wipe the edge of your finger underneath your eye, wiping away at your dried tears and remnants of mascara, “I probably look like shit now, huh?”

But Eren wipes the corner of your mouth with his thumb, wiping away your smeared lipstick, before shooting you a smile. He repeats the words he spoke to you the last time he saw you, “Du bist wunderschön” before kissing your swollen lips once more. His hand moves to cradle your jaw, and he breaks away, his nose brushing against yours, to ask, “Is this okay?”.

It makes your heart threaten to burst in your chest, that even now he’s asking for permission. And that even now, despite everything, he’s calling you beautiful. You nod and lean in for another kiss. He swallows the light whimpers that leave your throat, his free hand coming to your hips. You know if you continue this any longer you’ll be reprimanded for deviating from the script, so you sit up just enough to take his cock into your hand. He guides you down with his steady grip on your hip, and you both sigh as he fills you up, sliding into your already wet cunt. 

You grip tightly onto his shoulders and begin to move up on his lap, but God your legs are so sore. He can hear your labored breathing, the way you're struggling to move above him.

 “Come here,” he says softly, pulling you down until your chest is pressed against his. His legs bend up at the knees as he plants his feet into the mattress. He widens his legs and lets you rest your head against his shoulders. 

He begins to thrust up into you, and you mumble a “Feels good, ‘Ren,” into his neck.

“Yeah?” He asks with a quick kiss to your temple, “I’m glad, baby.”

And it would have been a nice way to end the shoot, to have Eren fuck you nicely, just like this. But then you both feel a dip in the mattress as a weight is added to it. You’d almost forgotten he was even here in your fucked-out and dazed mind.

Kruger.

That’s right, you’re supposed to be sucking him off. So why’s he coming up behind you?

Eren slows down his pace, fucking into you slowly, as Kruger stands on his knees behind you. Suddenly you feel a pair of hands spreading your ass apart and you turn up to Eren in confusion.

“Wha–”

You suddenly feel it when Kruger spits on your hole. “You’ve got a cute ass. Thinking about fucking it.”

You pull apart from Eren far enough to stare at him, and you both share a look of surprise. You both know this wasn’t in the script. You’re no stranger to anal but… the thought of Kruger doing it is off-putting, to say the least.

Before you can say anything else, Kruger’s mouth is on your ass, pierced tongue tracing the rim of your tight hole. The sensation has you gripping onto Eren’s shoulders and stifling a moan. For a while it feels good as his tongue glides across your ass and Eren’s still slowly moving inside you.

Then Kruger mumbles, “Think you’re wet enough for daddy now, hm?”

You suddenly feel not one, but two fingers inserted into you at once. 

“Ow!” you wince. The pain of it stings right away, and Eren notices the way your body trembles in response, concern marring his features.

“Just getting you ready,” Kruger says, but still your body recoils from his touch.

Eren sees that you’re in pain, and speaks up to his brother. “Why don’t you slow down?”

Kruger looks up at Eren in surprise, before glaring at him, “I’ll do whatever the fuck I want.”

While the brothers share a look that only gets more intense with every second, Kruger’s pumping his fingers in and out of you, stretching you as quickly as possible. You feel more tears threatening to escape past your waterline but you blink them back. Eren turns down to look at you.

“Do you want to stop?” He asks, his voice level and serious.

“I’m–ah, fuck–I’m okay,” you wince. You add, “No lube though?”

You feel Kruger slap his heavy cock against your ass, “Take what I give you.”

And you try, but you can’t stop the tears that run down your cheeks as Kruger pushes the tip of his cock past your tight ring. It was an uncomfortabe stretch when he fucked your cunt but this? The two of them inside you together, Kruger going in dry with so little prep – it’s painful. You’re groaning as he continues to go further in, your fingers practically clawing into Eren’s shoulders. Eren knows this isn’t right – he’s done anal so many times, but he’s never been so cruel about it. And the pained sounds that are leaving your lips, he can barely stand it. You haven’t given him the signal to stop, but at this point he doesn’t care.

“Enough.”

Eren places his palm against his brother’s chest, pushing against him. It isn’t enough to get Kruger off of you but it’s enough to stop him from continuing.

“We aren’t done,” Kruger protests, but Eren sits up, pulling you into his chest and pushing his brother further away. He’s pushed back far enough that he pulls out of you, and you’re too sore to do anything else but curl into Eren’s chest.

“Yes we are. Cut it,” he says, turning to Zeke behind the cameras. Zeke waves a hand to the staff, yelling “Cut!” and Eren shuffles around until you and him are off the bed. Kruger’s left staring at the both of you with angered eyes and furrowed brows. He’s annoyed that Eren would interrupt the scene, but also confused, because when has Eren ever acted this way? He can’t recall a single instance where Eren ever talked back to him like that.

Kruger’s saying something, but honestly you’re too shaken up to care. Eren leads you off to the side as he tells Zeke you’re taking a break. He grabs your robe and wraps you in it with a reassuring squeeze to your shoulders. He bends to your height, and says, “I’m gonna call the shoot off. Okay?”

You nod as he smooths down your hair, a single soft drag of his palm against your head. It’s warm and comforting, to have Eren looking down at you with those soft caring eyes, full of nothing but concern and affection. The rest of the crew is looking around, a few muttering ‘what happened?’. But you ignore them, taking a seat on a nearby couch, resting your weary body.

Meanwhile, Eren approaches his two brothers that are huddled together behind the camera.

“What the hell was that about?” Eren asks Kruger, shoving at his chest, an angry edge to his voice. He’s pissed, and that surprises Kruger more than anything else. 

“What’s the problem, Eren?” He asks, and Zeke just stares between the two. He’s not one to interrupt them, especially Kruger. Perhaps Zeke fears him, and he knows that Eren shares that fear. But for once Eren is standing tall against him despite it.

“That,” he gestures, pointing to the bed, “Anal wasn’t in the script!” Eren is practically seething, thinking of the pain that you were in while it was happening.

“So?” 

“So, you shouldn’t have done that. You’ve been rough enough on her as it is.”

In the positions that they are standing in, Eren can still see you though Zeke and Kruger’s backs are to you. So he can still see the way you’re sitting on the couch, curled up and hugging your knees. And he feels awful about it. He regrets ever agreeing to this stupid shoot and he especially regrets ever letting you meet his brother.

Kruger’s having none of Eren’s lecture, pushing back on his brother’s chest with a harsh shove. Kruger’s stronger, bigger than Eren, and it causes Eren to stumble back.

“I invited both of you here. This is my set and my videos are always like this – that’s the way it is when you’re actually getting views, you little shit,” Kruger tells him, and suddenly both twins have hands on each other’s chests, pushing against each other. “This isn’t that amateur romantic shit. We either finish the video or I’ll tell everyone how unprofessional you two are. You’ll be finished,” he grits out the last sentence like it's a weapon. And coming from one of the most popular pornstars on PornHub, it may as well be.

Eren’s eyes dart to you again, and you’re looking up at him confused. You can’t hear what they’re saying, but you can see they have their hands on each other, as if they’re about to fight. But Eren doesn’t care how many blows he’d have to take from his shithead of a brother – Kruger hurt you and that’s inexcusable in his mind. He’d fight him now if he could, even if he knows he’d lose. But you’re his priority right now, and he just wants to get back to you. 

“I don’t care,” Eren says.

“What?”

“I said, I don’t care. We’re leaving.”

Eren gives one final hard push against his brother’s chest, and everyone watches in silence as Eren meets you back at the couch, insults from Kruger trailing behind him all but ignored. 

He sits next to you on the couch, leaning close but granting you space in case you don’t want to be touched. He starts with an apology.

“I’m sorry… about all of this,” he says, and his voice sounds so shaky. Eren’s not sure if it's the adrenaline, his anger, or his nerves but even his hands are trembling with it. He curls his hands into fists on his lap. 

You place a hand over one of his fists and squeeze it. It stops the trembling, and he upturns and opens his hands, so that his palm can meet yours. Your fingertips loosely rest in the spaces between his. “Don’t be sorry… I knew what to expect going into it, Eren. So don’t beat yourself up over it.”

He runs a hand through his loose hair, pushing it back, before a sigh leaves his lips, “You don’t deserve to be treated like that. I should’ve spoken up sooner.” You want to tell him to stop worrying so much, that none of this is his fault, but he places his other hand over the back of yours in his palm, rubbing the skin gently with his thumb. He’s looking at you with those gleaming emeralds, a thousand emotions spoken at once through them, and you just want to drown in that soothing ocean of green. 

“You must be tired. How about I take you home now?” He asks, and the thought of being with you, alone, involuntarily brings a blush to his cheeks. He scratches his cheek with an index finger, one of his nervous habits. 

You place your hands on either side of you, to rise off the couch, but your entire body’s sore. You exhale, a depreciating laugh following suit, as you say, “I think you might need to carry me.”

With a light smile he nods, an arm coming around your shoulder. “That can be arranged, princess.” 

You lean your back into his chest. Eren carries you away from the set and back to your dressing area, bridal style with your head cradled right below his chin. His thoughts are still a jumbled mess, but even then a small smile tugs at his lips as he’s greeted with the scent of vanilla–your scent.

“Thank you, Eren.”

He sets you down right before the double doors to the room, and then he stands in front of you as you press your back against the door. He wants to protest, wants to tell you how you shouldn’t thank him, but he feels awkward again under your gaze suddenly now that the two of you are alone. It’s even worse because he’s still naked.

“So…I’m gonna go get dressed now,” he says, the fingers of one of his hands tangling themselves in the baby hairs at his neck.

“Okay. I’ll meet you back here then?” You ask and he nods.

“Yeah, okay.”

He reaches behind you to turn the handle and open the door for you, but it doesn’t budge. You stifle a giggle – this isn’t the first time he’s made this mistake.

“The other one.”

When he turns the knob to the other door, it opens just fine.

He groans, though it’s laced with a smile, as you laugh at his expense. This would normally be the part where he’d call himself an idiot, maybe smack his forehead or curse himself out – but the sound of your laughter ringing in the air brings butterflies to his stomach. It’s the first time he’s heard it in weeks… and for the first time he’s glad he’s a bit of an idiot.