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ik i just run a tumblr smut page BUT!!!

FUCK ICE, free palestine, free congo, FUCK trump, FUCK musk, no one is illegal on stolen land, and if u disagree, FUCK YOU TOO!!!

i’ve said this before but if u support that fuckass orange in office, idc if ur a silent follower or ur like is ur only form of interacting with me, just know, i don’t want it!!! and u are a terrible person!!! 😛

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teehee, shopping with bf! katsuki for the first time is a whole new experience.

you dragged him to the mall under the pretense of just browsing. katsuki grumbles, complains the whole car ride, mutters something about how he'd rather "eat glass" than spend a weekend in a fluorescent-lit hellscape.

but the second you tug on his wrist and smile up at him, he shuts up and follows. what you don’t expect?

how much of a problem he becomes the second you enter the fitting room.

you're barely five minutes into trying on outfits when it starts. you step out, smoothing down a dress, turning side to side in the mirror.

you barely manage a “what do you think?” before he drops the phone he wasn’t even looking at and sits up straighter.

“turn around.”

you blink. “huh?”

“lemme see the back.”

you do. he whistles low, then squints. “try that in the other color.”

you raise a brow. “oh, so now you care?”

“tch. i care when it looks like that on you.”

from then on, it’s over. every. single. outfit. he's like that.

“yeah, do a little spin.”

“too tight in the chest. not that i’m complaining.”

“damn, sweets. you tryna kill me or sumthin'?”

he lounges on the little bench like he owns the place—legs spread, arms crossed, eyes locked on you like you’re center stage and he’s the only judge that matters. the store’s mirror might show you the front, but he’s giving full commentary on the back. and the sides. and the neckline.

he’s unreasonably hot while doing it too. hood half-up, jaw sharp, legs spread like he’s got thoughts about every skirt you shimmy into.

and the worst part? you start playing it up.

slipping out of the fitting room with a little strut. spinning slow just to watch his jaw tighten. running your hands down your sides, real innocent, then pretending not to notice the way he swears under his breath.

“you’re lucky we’re in public,” he grits when you try on a slinky little number that hugs way too close.

you blink. “so you like it?”

he growls. “i like it on the floor of our bedroom.”

you nearly explode.

one outfit later, you try something on that you already know is ridiculous—fluffy, sparkly, way too over-the-top—but you step out just to mess with him.

you expect him to laugh. maybe tease. instead?

he blinks once. then shrugs. “buy it.”

you pause. “wait… really?”

he smirks. “you look happy in it. that’s all i care about.”

by the time you're done, you're practically floating out of the store—arms light, mood lighter, cheeks a little sore from how much you've been grinning.

katsuki?

katsuki is not floating. katsuki is lugging six bags in one hand, two on the other, and somehow managing to balance the weirdly long one that holds the dress bag across his broad shoulders like a damn pack mule.

and the whole time? he looks pissed. jaw tight, bags slapping against his thighs as he stomps beside you.

you peek over at him, smiling sweetly. “you’re the one who said to buy everything, suki.”

“tch. only ‘cause you looked hot in it, dumbass.”

you giggle. “so it’s your fault?”

he stops walking. and glares. hard.

“i swear to god, if you say that again, i’m droppin’ all these bags and draggin’ you into the back of that h&m.”

you blink innocently. “so romantic.”

“try me, sweetheart.”

despite all his complaining, he doesn’t put a single bag down. not when you stop for a smoothie. not when you see a cute little accessory stand. not even when you wander over to look at shoes you’re not even planning on buying.

he just stands there, one foot tapping, arms full of pink and glitter and tissue paper, looking like a man who’s fought gods and monsters and still wasn’t prepared for the chaos that is dating you.

at one point, you lean up on tiptoe and kiss his cheek.

“thanks for carrying everything,” you murmur.

he huffs. “yeah, yeah.”

you kiss him again, this time slower, lingering by the edge of his jaw. “you’re the best boyfriend ever.”

and that does get a response. his ears go a little red. his mouth twitches like he wants to smile but is physically restraining it.

“hmph. i better be,” he mutters, looking away like a child, shifting all the bags in one hand just so he can wrap the other arm around your shoulders.

still grumbling.

still red.

still the best, grumpiest mall boyfriend in existence.

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“do you think we’re soulmates?”

“i don’t believe in that shit.” katsuki’s hand tangles in your messy hair sprawled against the pillow he fought you over and ultimately gave to you with a small roll of his eyes.

you huff against his chest, frowning at his words. “you don’t think we were meant to be?”

“hell no.” he grins almost a little mockingly

“why not..?” you mutter, thankful your face is out of his sight because your disappointed expression is really quite laughable.

it’s silent for a long moment, and in the dark room, you assume he fell asleep. you sigh, cautiously readjusting your position to be more comfortable as you shut your eyes, ready to sleep.

that is until his hand drops from your hair onto your arm, rubbing small circles. “i don’t think i’m meant to be with anyone.” he whispers, staring up at his ceiling, still covered in glow in the dark stars from when he was a kid. “i think i just got lucky.”

you keep your eyes closed, half asleep as you respond immediately, “well, i don’t believe in luck. everything happens for a reason, suki.”

“that’s your prerogative, i guess.” he hums, his motions slowing down against your arm, resting there lazily.

“mm,” you wrap your arms around his torso, your cheek smushing against his chest.

another long moment passes, and katsuki’s still staring at the ceiling, lost in thought.

“you asleep?” he murmurs, careful not to wake you if you are.

“no, baby.”

he nods to himself, leaning down to plant a kiss on your head. “okay. i love you. thank you.” he whispers before resting back on his bed and shutting his eyes.

“thank you for what?” you reply, smiling softly at his affection.

he shrugs lightly before sleep takes over him, his arms engulfed around you without another word.

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.𖥔 ݁ ˖ that’s not him .𖥔 ݁ ˖

☘︎ . . . genre. fluff

☘︎ . . . pairings. whipped!bakugou x reader

⤿ bakugou being whipped for yn.

“No, seriously,” Kaminari whispered, eyes wide as he peeked from the classroom door, “that’s not Bakugou. That’s a clone or somethin’. An alien. A Skrull.”

Kirishima squinted. “Nah, that’s him. I checked. But like… it’s weird, man. He smiled at YN today. SMILED. Like, not the scary smirk. A real one.”

“Bro. He handed them their water bottle. With both hands. Like, respectfully. Politely. Carefully.” Sero gasped, holding onto the wall for balance.

Bakugou, the human embodiment of an explosion, the guy who told toddlers to “grow a pair,” was whipped. And he didn’t even know it.

You, the unknowing (but also kind of knowing) object of Katsuki Bakugou’s rare affections, were the only one who didn’t flinch when he grunted at you. In fact, you’d just roll your eyes and say something like, “Dramatic much?”

And instead of blowing up, he’d just glare in silence… then go buy you a juice box like a little errand boy.

Today was no different, well, almost.

You tripped.

It was a normal hallway incident shoelace untied, maybe gravity was being petty but you hit the floor with a dramatic “oof!”

And like a k-drama main lead with trauma, Bakugou was SPRINTING.

Like, dead sprint. Full speed. Explosion-boosted and everything. Dude was at the other end of the hallway one second, and kneeling beside you the next, looking like he just saw you get stabbed or something.

“YN? You good?!” His hands hovered over your arms, not touching, unsure if he should help you sit up or call an ambulance or file a lawsuit against the floor.

You blinked. “It’s… I tripped.”

“You fell.”

“I’m fine, Katsuki”

“You could’ve hit your damn head! Your reflexes are ass stop smilin’, I’m bein’ serious!” He was red in the face now, eyes wild with panic but trying to cover it up with anger.

Around you, the hallway was silent. Kaminari had his phone halfway out like he was gonna record. Kirishima’s mouth was open. Midoriya looked like he wanted to say something but didn’t want to die.

You patted Bakugou’s arm. “Aww. You’re worried about me.”

He glared harder. “I’m not.”

“You sprinted like a drama lead catching their lover before they fall into traffic.”

“Shut the hell up.”

But then you stood up, dusted yourself off, and he was instantly watching you like you were made of glass.

“Your knee’s red.”

“It’s a scratch.”

“You’re gonna get infected and die, dumbass.”

You grinned.

And behind you, Sero whispered, “Yeah, nah. He’s done for.”

Bakugou, walking you to the dorms, completely silent.

You: “Thanks for the juice box earlier.”

Bakugou: “It’s nothin’.”

You: “You picked my favorite flavor.”

Bakugou: “Coincidence.”

You: “You also peeled the straw wrapper halfway for me.”

Bakugou: “…Shut up.”

You, smiling: “Whipped.”

Bakugou, grumbling: “Only for you, idiot.”

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Comparing Hand Sizes

This was the stupidest love advice Bakugou ever received. But he had to give it a shot.

Bakugou approached you at the house party, steeling himself for the worst. The Bakusquad would have hell to pay if this didn’t work.

“Oi,” Bakugou said. “Wanna compare hand sizes?” 

“Um… sure?” 

He feared that you might’ve already caught onto his little game, but you still held up your hand against his. 

“Guess mine’s bigger,” Bakugou said, as instructed. 

Bakugou didn’t know where to fucking go from here, because the idiots didn’t give him the full instructions for this dumb trick. Bakugou went with his gut instead. His fingers intertwined with yours, letting both your hands drop. His hand still gripped yours firmly. 

You laughed in his face. “Really? This is how you finally make a move on me? You’re such a dork!”

“S-so what? It fucking worked, didn’t it?!”

After that, Bakugou didn’t let go of your hand for almost the entire night. He didn’t endure that embarrassment for nothing. However, he knew he needed more.

“So... ya wanna compare lips too? Wonder whose is better.”

“Wow. You are sooooo dorky!”

“Will you just get over here?!”

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bakugo x fem!reader

"Woah Bakugo, did you get into a fight with a tiger on your way here or what?!" Denki shouted out in surprise.

His statement made everyone in the locker room turn their attention to Bakugo. His shirt pulled halfway off as he tried to change into his hero costume.

"HUH?!" Bakugo yelled back, confusion clear in his voice as he titled his head in Denki's direction. His question was met with silence as he focused on folding his shirt.

Turning his head, he realized everyone was staring. As much as Bakugo loved the attention being on him, he needed to know why everyone was focusing on him specifically now.

"Y'ALL GOT A STARING PROBLEM OR SOMETHING!" His tone getting more agitated as the silence lingered. His body hit under everyone's judgmental gaze.

Denki couldn't help but snicker at him, causing a chain reaction from his friends. The guys turning around and covering their faces as they tried to supress their chuckles.

Bakugo was getting more angry by the minute, ready to blast all these losers if they didn't confess. But before could spark his hands, Kirishima gripped his shoulder.

"Dude, you might want to take a look at your back."

Huffing past him, Bakugo trudged towards the full length mirror at the end of the boys locker room. Making a quick turn he titled his head, trying to see his back in the reflection.

All rage left his body when he realized what was staring back at him.

Bright red nail marks dragged down his back.

His face flushed the same color as his markings, recalling how he got them. The night before you spent the night at his dorm, your guys movie marathon quickly turned into a different kind of marathon.

Trying to save face he stomped back to his locker, pretending like nothing happened as the boys waited for his response. "Oh course you single virgins would assume it's from a cat." He said, continuing to put on his hero costume.

Quickly slamming it shut and rushing out of there. The rest of the boys glancing at each other, before doing the same.

You coincidentally ran into your dear boyfriend as you left the girls locker room. Him catching your arm as you greeted him, "Your clipping your nails the next time we meet up."

It took you a while five seconds to figure out what he was referring to. Smirking up at him you whispered, "You weren't saying that when you were admiring my new set." Leaving his face flushed as you two walked towards the training area together.

"Brat." Bakugo mumbled, his hand brushing against yours as you walked side by side.

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bakugou who eats slow, looking you directly in the eyes and he winks at you, his hand on yours.

“like watching me eat?” he asks, slipping the bundle of nerves into his mouth, swirling it around with his tongue. “makes you feel dirty, mm?”

you nod, pitifully and you whimper under his touch.

“like tasting you,” he starts again, spearing you open with his tongue and he growls, licking up your cream. “could do it all g’damned day..”

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﹒♡ CURRENT BOYFRIEND CHALLENGE

ft. katsuki bakugo

“Hey, can I record something real quick?”

Bakugo’s sprawled on the couch, hair still damp from his shower, sweatpants hanging low on his hips, and a spoon halfway to his mouth. He eyes you suspiciously over his bowl of spicy noodles.

“Tch. The hell are you planning?”

“Nothing bad,” you say, sliding into the seat beside him with your phone already recording. “Just a little TikTok thing. You don’t have to do anything. Just… exist.”

He grunts. That’s as close to “fine” as you’ll get from him.

You point the camera at yourself, making sure he’s in frame behind you. “Okay,” you begin sweetly, “so I’m here with my current boyfriend…”

Bakugo pauses mid-bite.

His head slowly turns. “…Your what?”

You bite your lip, fighting a smile, still filming. “My current boyfriend.”

The look on his face and the meanest side eye says you have three seconds to explain before I level this apartment.

He sets the bowl down without breaking eye contact. “Current?”

“Mhm,” you say, leaning into the act. “You know, just until I find someone better.”

You don’t even get a full breath in before he’s on you — not aggressively, but fast, almost knocking the wind out of you. He grabs your phone and points the camera straight at himself.

“The fuck does that mean, current?” he growls, eyes sharp but his voice low. “There ain’t gonna be a next boyfriend. You think this is some temp job or somethin’? You think someone else can handle you like I can?”

You snort-laugh, but your face is heating up.

“Aww katsu’ You’re cute when you’re possessive.”

“I’m always possessive,” he snaps, tossing your phone gently onto the couch and crowding you until your back hits the cushions. “Say that ‘current’ shit again. Go on.”

You lift your chin, pretending to stay cocky. “My current boyfriend—”

He kisses you. Hard. One hand gripping your waist, the other braced by your head. When he pulls back, your brain is static and your lips are tingling.

“Say it again,” he says against your mouth, voice husky. “I dare you.”

You blink up at him, dazed. “I… might need to start calling you my forever boyfriend.”

A smug, dangerous smirk stretches across his face. “Damn right you do.”

He kisses you again, slower this time. Hungrier.

Somewhere, your phone keeps recording.

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You were just coming to grab a drink, really. But then you saw him… your husband!katsukibakugou

Shirtless. Sweats slung low on his hips. Cooking like it was a damn sport.You stopped. Stared. Regretted nothing.

He didn’t even turn around. Just said, real casual,

“You gonna keep eye-fuckin’ me from the door, or you gonna come touch what’s yours?”

Your throat went dry. He chuckled, dark, low. The sound curled down your spine.

“Oh? My wife’s shy now?”

He finally turned, eyes locked on yours, wicked grin tugging at his mouth.

“Didn’t know watchin’ me stir soup got you all hot.”

You tried to speak. Failed.

He stepped in close, caging you against the counter with heat radiating off his bare skin.

“Say the word, baby. I’ll drop this ladle and spread you out on this countertop. I would rather want you as my meal anyways.”

And hell, he meant it.

Hope u like it luvs.

Give me some ideas what to write next!!

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bakugo and a high maintenance gf

you stress him out, honestly most ppl dont even know how he can put up with you, there are specifics for everything, and you're not exactly the most forgiving person either.

he didn't fluff your pillows right, now ur pouting at him, but he grumbles while fluffing them.

now youre angry, but you wont tell him why your angry but he knows you angry, dodging his kisses, ignoring his questions, he isnt having any of it.

your flipped over his shoulder in less than a minute, squealing for him to put you down, now your smothered, his hard warm chest pressed into you boobs.

"i can't breaaaaathhhh, kar get offf." you groaned, your cries muffled by his chest.

he gets off, you face just a bratty as it was before but now willing to explain.

"theres no yogurt left, you ate the last one."

kat fights to roll his eyes, "i know baby, that's why I asked if you wanted to go to the store with me."

"oh.." you mumble off looking embarrassed.

katsuki pinches your cheek, "so demanding."

he's stressed, but he's in love.

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being a writer is constantly google the definitions of words you already know the meanings of because your brain's always paranoid and telling you maybe you've been using them wrong your entire life

I can excuse misusing words in my daily life but my mlm slow-burn enemies to lovers smut has to be perfect

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Doodle (because i forgot how to draw)

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𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐒

You and Eren are such close best friends, almost "platonic." You open up to Eren about your desire to gain more experience now that you both are in college. Being the sweet best friend he is, he listens to you. And being the sweet best friend you are.

You ask him if he can teach you a few things, even teaching you how he is gonna take your virginity.

(PART TWO)

EREN YEAGER X READER

cw: nsfw

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"You can't just... expect to be good at it," he said, leaning back on your bed, arms stretched behind his head, the thin fabric of his t-shirt clinging to his chest. "You gotta practice. Learn. Like anything else."

"So?, you said you were going to teach me,” you said, voice shaking a little too much.

He grinned, sharp and wicked. "Only if you ask nicely."

It was supposed to be a joke.

It wasn't.

Because somewhere between laughter and half-drunken dares, you were sitting on his lap, straddling him, heat pooling between your legs, heart hammering against your ribs like a trapped thing. Nobody has ever gone down on you before.. you were nervous. Too nervous to meet his gaze.

And Eren... Eren looked at you like he was starving

"Tell me to stop," he murmured, voice hoarse, brushing hair behind your ear with trembling fingers. "Tell me to stop, and I swear I will."

You didn't.

You kissed him instead, reckless and messy, lips colliding with no finesse — just need.

He kissed every inch of you, slow and reverent, like he was memorizing the shape of your body with his mouth. And when he kissed lower, between your thighs, leaving open-mouthed kisses along soft skin — you gasped his name, grabbing at his hair.

"Let me," he rasped against your thigh, voice desperate. "Please. Let me taste you."

You were already too far gone to deny him.

And when he finally dragged his tongue over you — slow, devastating — it shattered something between you.

Because Eren wasn't careful. He was hungry.

Growling low in his throat, he buried himself between your thighs like he was a man possessed, arms hooked under your hips to pin you against his mouth.

It wasn't neat. It wasn't gentle

It was messy, dirty, desperate — wet sounds filling the room as he licked and sucked and groaned against you like he needed it to breathe. Like getting you off was the only thing that mattered.

You came so hard you saw stars, sobbing his name, thighs clamping around his head. But he didn't stop. God, he didn't stop.

Licking you through it, pressing kisses against your soaked folds, whispering broken things against your skin:

"So sweet... can't get enough of you... fuck, you're perfect, you're so perfect—"

When he finally pulled away, his mouth was slick with you, green eyes blown wide with something feral and aching.

And when you reached for him — dazed, trembling — he just cradled your face in his hands, looking at you like you'd ruined him.

"This isn’t just sex anymore," he said, voice wrecked. "This was never just sex."

You were both breathing hard, hearts pounding in sync, faces inches apart.

No jokes now. No games. Just raw, terrifying truth.

You stared at him — your best friend, your everything — and realized the terrifying, beautiful thing neither of you could deny anymore:

You weren't just friends. You weren't just lovers. You were something deeper, older, written into your bones.

“Tell me to stop.”

The words rasped from Eren’s mouth, his breath hot against your inner thigh. But his eyes — those feral, starving green eyes — begged you to do the opposite.

You didn’t tell him to stop. You spread your legs wider for him.

And he broke.

He growled — an honest, low sound vibrating through his chest — and dove in like a man who’d been dying of thirst and just found water.

His tongue licked a fat, slow stripe up your pussy, from dripping entrance to sensitive clit, moaning low like you were the best thing he’d ever tasted.

“Fuck— you taste so good,” he groaned, the words almost angry. "So fuckin’ sweet—"

Then he latched onto your clit and sucked, messy and obscene, spit and slick mixing until you were gasping, hips bucking uselessly against his mouth.

He didn’t care about neatness. He wasn’t trying to impress you.

Eren was devouring you.

Wet, filthy sounds filled the room — the lewd slurping of his mouth on you, the desperate noises ripping from your throat as his tongue worked you over with single-minded, brutal precision.

He ate like he wanted to crawl inside you.

Fucking his tongue into your tight, aching hole, moaning against you like he was losing his mind, nose nudging your swollen clit with every filthy lick. His hair was a mess under your fingers, and you couldn’t stop pulling, grounding yourself before you floated away.

“E-Eren—” you whimpered, trembling.

He didn’t stop. He couldn’t stop.

“Look at you,” he panted against your dripping cunt, fingers digging bruises into your thighs to hold you open for him. “Already fuckin’ falling apart for me— you needed this, didn’t you, baby? Needed me to ruin you—"

He buried his face back between your legs before you could answer, tongue fucking into you so deep you cried out, thighs shaking violently.

You came — hard — clenching around his tongue, grinding against his mouth shamelessly as he moaned into your orgasm like he was getting off on it.

But Eren didn’t stop when you came. No, he kept going.

Overstimulation slammed into you, overwhelming and brutal, as he licked you through it — messy, desperate, starving — spit and slick dripping down your thighs, coating his mouth and chin.

You felt him slide two thick fingers into you without warning, curling them perfectly inside you as he sucked your clit back into his mouth, groaning like he couldn't get enough of the way you squeezed him.

"S'tight, fuck— so perfect for me," he slurred, voice ruined, fucking his fingers into you faster, messier, noisier.

The squelching sounds were so filthy you could barely process them — just whimpering, babbling nonsense, totally helpless against the way he was breaking you apart.

“Gimme another one,” he growled, voice rough, desperate. “Come again. Want you soaked all over my fuckin’ face.”

And you did — pathetically fast — body locking up, thighs trembling violently as you shattered again with a raw sob of his name.

“Eren— oh my god— EREN—!”

He groaned like a man possessed, licking you through it, like he wanted every drop of you, like you were the only thing he’d ever wanted.

When he finally pulled away, his mouth was shiny with you — lips, chin, nose soaked — eyes glassy and wrecked.

You lay there trembling, fucked-out and teary-eyed, chest heaving.

And then he crawled up your body — slow, heavy — caging you under him, face hovering inches from yours.

You could still taste yourself on his lips when he kissed you, filthy and deep, no hesitation, like he wanted you to know exactly what he’d done to you.

When he pulled back, he pressed his forehead to yours, voice low and broken, "Your fucking kill me.."

"Get on your knees," he says, pulling back. You opened your eyes to meet his gaze, confusion evident on your face.

You should’ve known Eren wouldn’t let it end there, you told yourself.

He was kneeling above you now, green eyes wrecked, cock heavy and flushed against his stomach, throbbing between you two.

Not when he was looking at you like you were something holy — something he wanted to ruin and worship in equal measure.

"Want you to learn somethin’ else," he rasped, voice broken and low.

Your throat went dry, your legs still trembling from how brutally he'd devoured you earlier.

Eren fisted the base of his cock, sliding it slowly through his spit-slicked hand, precum leaking from the tip, smearing across his knuckles.

"You ever deepthroat before, baby?" he murmured, almost sweet. You shook your head, wide-eyed, lips parted.

He smiled — soft, devastating. "It's okay. I'll teach you."

You were already on your knees before him, trembling hands resting on his thighs, your mouth watering at the sheer size of him.

"You gotta relax," he whispered, cupping your jaw, tilting your head back to look at him. "Let me in. Let me take care of you."

Your heart thundered.

You opened your mouth.

Eren groaned — wrecked — guiding the flushed, leaking head of his cock to your lips.

"That's it," he panted as you wrapped your lips around him, sucking shyly, feeling the heat and weight of him on your tongue. "So fuckin’ pretty with my cock in your mouth—"

He pushed in slow, letting you get used to it, letting you breathe — but even then, you gagged when he hit the back of your throat, tears immediately pricking your eyes.

You whimpered, choking slightly, drool already starting to drip down your chin.

"Shh, shh, good girl, so good," Eren cooed, brushing your hair off your face, thumb wiping a tear away. "That's what I want, baby. Let it all out for me."

You gagged again as he rocked his hips slightly, deeper, forcing you to take more of him, your throat convulsing around the fat head of his cock.

The wet, messy sounds were obscene — your sobs, your gasps, the slurp of drool leaking from your lips.

"You’re doin’ so good," he praised between heavy breaths. "So fuckin’ brave for me, pretty thing."

He pulled back just enough to let you breathe, then pushed in again — deeper this time — holding your head still with both hands as you struggled, tears pouring down your face, spit stringing between your lips and his cock.

Your jaw ached. Your throat burned. You loved it.

He was whispering broken things, voice shattering:

"Fuck— you're made for this— perfect little mouth— my pretty baby— takin’ me so well—"

You whimpered around him, trying to swallow him deeper, desperate for more praise, desperate to make him proud.

He hissed, hips jerking, barely holding himself back.

"Fuck— you want it deeper, huh? Look at you— beggin' for it— god, you’re fuckin’ perfect—"

You nodded the best you could, gagging around him, crying openly now — spit, snot, tears a mess across your face.

Eren nearly lost it right there.

He pulled back, letting you gasp for air, chest heaving, before tapping his cock against your swollen lips.

"You wanna try again, baby?" he crooned, voice dark with hunger. "Wanna be a good girl for me?"

"Please," you sobbed, completely wrecked. "Please, Eren— wanna be good for you—"

He moaned — wrecked, possessive, in love — grabbing your jaw and sliding his cock back into your mouth, deeper this time, guiding your head onto him slowly but firmly.

You gagged violently when he bottomed out, nose pressed against his pelvis, tears streaming, but Eren was right there, praising you, worshipping you:

"That's it, that's my good girl," he panted. "So fuckin’ good for me— takin’ it all— proud of you, baby— so proud—"

You sobbed around him, overwhelmed, humiliated, honored — desperate for every word, every touch.

And when he finally started thrusting — slow, controlled, using your mouth like it was his — you surrendered completely.

Tears, spit, the sounds of your messy throatfucking filled the room — filthy, desperate, devastating.

You barely registered him pulling you off at the last second, groaning your name like a prayer, thick ropes of cum painting your swollen lips, your chin, your trembling fingers.

You gasped, blinking up at him through blurry, tear-soaked eyes, wrecked and ruined and so full of love you thought you might die from it.

Eren collapsed to his knees, pulling you into his arms, cradling you against his bare chest.

He kissed your spit-smeared cheeks, your tear-streaked forehead, whispering broken, beautiful things:

"Mine," he breathed. "You're mine. Always."

And you clung to him, sobbing against his chest, because you knew it too.

You weren't just friends. You weren’t just lovers.

You were soulmates. Filthy, messy, destroyed.

And you’d never be whole without him again.

—

Hope you guys enjoyed this little series!

[grimesproperty]

MASTERS LIST

series I write for — outer banks, the walking dead, jujitsu kaisen, attack on titan, haikyuu, — a whole majority of shows.

— 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 characters / shows 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 —

— OUTER BANKS —

jj maybank (friends series)

part one, part two, part three, part four.

rafe cameron —

pope heyward —

—

— ATTACK ON TITAN —

eren yeager — private lessons series, (nsfw warning) part two coming soon !

connie springer — complicated one shot, (nsfw warning)

levi ackerman —

erwin smith —

jean kirstein —

armin arlert —

mikasa ackerman —

—

— THE WALKING DEAD —

rick grimes —

daryl dixon —

glenn rhee —

—

— JUJUTSU KAISEN —

gojo satoru —

nanami kento —

geto suguru —

toji fushiguro —

megumi fushiguro —

—

— NOTE —

i do take requests, so just send me a message for someone you would like me to write about, I will get to it latest possible.

I do not write anything dealing with anything illegal. If I do write nsfw work, please do not request things such as incest, and so on. You get the GIST.

I take time with my writing, and try to be creative just as much as possible :))

My work is for EVERYONE, IT DOES NOT DISCRIMINATE ON THE BASIS OF RACE, COLOR, RELIGION, NATIONAL ORIGIN, SEX, SEXUAL ORIENTATION, GENDER IDENTITY, etc.

i DO plan to write way more, so the blank boxes will be filled soon.

i hope you guys enjoy my little stories that are truly my scenarios from my fucked up brain, love u mwah

[grimesproperty]

MASTERS LIST

series I write for — outer banks, the walking dead, jujitsu kaisen, attack on titan, haikyuu, — a whole majority of shows.

— 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 characters / shows 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 —

— OUTER BANKS —

jj maybank (friends series)

part one, part two, part three, part four.

rafe cameron —

pope heyward —

—

— ATTACK ON TITAN —

eren yeager — (private lessons series)

part one, part two.

connie springer — complicated one shot, (nsfw warning)

levi ackerman —

erwin smith —

jean kirstein —

armin arlert —

mikasa ackerman —

—

— THE WALKING DEAD —

rick grimes —

daryl dixon —

glenn rhee —

—

— JUJUTSU KAISEN —

gojo satoru —

nanami kento —

geto suguru —

toji fushiguro —

megumi fushiguro —

—

— NOTE —

i do take requests, so just send me a message for someone you would like me to write about, I will get to it latest possible.

I do not write anything dealing with anything illegal. If I do write nsfw work, please do not request things such as incest, and so on. You get the GIST.

I take time with my writing, and try to be creative just as much as possible :))

My work is for EVERYONE, IT DOES NOT DISCRIMINATE ON THE BASIS OF RACE, COLOR, RELIGION, NATIONAL ORIGIN, SEX, SEXUAL ORIENTATION, GENDER IDENTITY, etc.

i DO plan to write way more, so the blank boxes will be filled soon.

i hope you guys enjoy my little stories that are truly my scenarios from my fucked up brain, love u mwah

[grimesproperty]

𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐒

You and Eren are such close best friends, almost "platonic." You open up to Eren about your desire to gain more experience now that you both are in college. Being the sweet best friend he is, he listens to you. And being the sweet best friend you are.

You ask him if he can teach you a few things, even teaching you how he is gonna take your virginity.

EREN YEAGER X READER

cw: nsfw

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You and Eren Yeager were... complicated.

Best friends, sure. Friends since your freshman year of college, when you spilled coffee all over his sketchpad in the library and he called you "an actual menace" and then bought you a refill because you looked like you were going to cry.

Four years later, nothing had really changed.

Except maybe everything.

Because now you were 21. And Eren wasn’t just your best friend anymore.

He was beautiful. Tall, broad-shouldered, messy brown hair tied into a lazy bun. Piercings glinting in his ear. Green eyes so sharp it felt like they could see through your clothes.

You told yourself you didn’t think about him like that. You lied.

And tonight?

Tonight you were making it worse.

You were sitting cross-legged on his bed, wearing one of his hoodies and absolutely no pants. It wasn't weird. You’d always been like this around him. Comfortable.

But lately, comfortable didn’t feel like the right word.

Eren was sprawled out next to you, scrolling through his phone. His legs were bare except for a pair of loose gray sweats that hung way too low on his hips.

You tried not to look.

Failed.

"So," he said suddenly, setting his phone down, "you gonna tell me why you’ve been acting weird all week?"

You pulled your knees up to your chest. "I’m not acting weird."

"You literally flinched when I hugged you yesterday."

"I—I was startled."

He laughed under his breath, low and rough. "Right."

You hated how your stomach twisted at the sound of it.

There was a pause. One of those heavy, loaded silences that only happened when you were both thinking too much.

"You know you can tell me anything, right?" he said finally, voice soft.

You swallowed hard.

Maybe it was the way he was looking at you. Like you were fragile. Like you mattered. Maybe it was the way you were tired of pretending. Maybe it was the fact that your body ached for something you couldn’t name when you were around him lately.

Whatever it was, it broke something open inside you.

"I’m... still a virgin," you blurted out.

The words hung in the air between you, sharp and heavy.

Eren blinked. Once. Twice.

Then, slowly, he sat up, facing you fully.

"Okay," he said carefully. "That's not a bad thing."

You stared down at your hands. "I just... everyone else has already—" You shook your head. "And I feel like... like I’m stuck. Like I'm behind or something."

He was quiet for a second.

Then he said, "You're not behind."

You risked a glance up at him.

His expression was unreadable. Jaw tight. Eyes dark.

You pressed on, heart pounding. "It’s not even about love or anything. I just... I want to know. I’m tired of being scared of it. Of... all of it."

Another pause.

His voice dropped lower. Rougher.

"You want someone to teach you."

It wasn’t a question.

You nodded, cheeks burning.

You couldn't look at him. Couldn't breathe.

"I trust you," you whispered.

The silence between you snapped like a wire pulled too tight.

Eren shifted closer, so close you could feel the heat of his bare chest through the thin hoodie you wore.

"You trust me," he repeated, voice almost a growl.

You nodded again, trembling.

He lifted a hand slowly—so fucking slowly—and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

"You don’t know what you’re asking for," he murmured.

"Maybe I do," you said, surprising yourself with how steady your voice sounded.

His fingers brushed down your jaw. Barely a touch. Enough to make your whole body tense.

"Fuck," he muttered under his breath, voice wrecked.

"You don't have to," you said quickly, pulling back, heart hammering. "I just—I just needed to say it. I’m sorry. Forget it. I shouldn’t have—"

He caught your wrist gently, stopping you.

"Don't be sorry," he said hoarsely. "Just... give me a second. Okay?"

You sat there, frozen, pulse in your throat, while he closed his eyes for a long moment. Like he was fighting himself.

When he opened them again, his green eyes were darker than you’d ever seen.

"Come here," he said roughly.

You inched closer without thinking.

And when he kissed you—soft at first, testing, tasting—you realized it was already too late.

You weren’t just curious.

You wanted him.

Wanted him to touch you, to ruin you, to teach you everything.

And when his tongue slid into your mouth and he groaned low in his chest, you realized something else, too:

Eren wanted it just as badly.

Maybe more.

Maybe he always had.

The air between you and Eren was different now.

Charged. Dangerous.

You could barely breathe as you sat there on his bed, knees knocking together under the oversized hoodie—his hoodie—your bare legs brushing the soft sheets.

Eren hadn't let go of your wrist. His thumb was rubbing lazy, slow circles against your skin. Like he was trying to ground you. Or maybe himself.

"You want me to teach you," he said again, voice wrecked.

You nodded, unable to speak.

"Not just kissing, either," he added, leaning closer, lips brushing your ear. "You want more."

You whimpered before you could stop yourself.

It made him chuckle darkly—low and warm and filthy.

"Fuck," he muttered, pulling back just enough to look you in the eyes. "Okay. But we do this slow. You tell me if you want to stop at any point."

You nodded frantically.

"And you don't ever," he said, voice roughening, "ever have to do something you don’t want to. Got it?"

"Got it," you whispered.

His gaze darkened further, the green almost swallowed by black.

"You have no fucking idea what you're asking for," he said, voice a gravelly whisper. "But I'll teach you."

His hand slid up your thigh slowly—way too slowly—until he reached the hem of the hoodie.

You gasped when his fingers brushed your bare skin.

"First lesson," he murmured, smirking faintly. "How a kiss is supposed to feel."

Your breath hitched. Your thighs squeezed together instinctively. You didn't miss the way his eyes flickered down at the motion, nostrils flaring.

Eren leaned in, mouth hovering just a whisper from yours.

"You let the other person come to you," he said, voice almost hypnotic. "You don't chase it. You wait."

You swallowed hard. Nodded.

His lips brushed yours lightly—so light you barely felt it.

You whimpered again, desperate for more.

Eren smiled against your mouth.

"Good," he whispered. "You wait. You make them work for it."

He kissed you again, firmer this time. Still teasing.

His hand slid higher up your thigh, under the hoodie, fingers tracing slow, maddening patterns on your skin.

You tilted your chin up instinctively, chasing his mouth.

He pulled back just a fraction.

"Patience, baby," he rasped. "You gotta make them earn it."

You whimpered again, and he chuckled—low and dark and utterly wrecked.

Then finally—finally—he kissed you properly.

Deep. Slow. Consuming.

You felt the heat of him everywhere. The hard line of his chest pressing into you. The rough scrape of his palm sliding along your thigh, curling possessively around it.

You moaned into his mouth, and he swallowed the sound greedily.

When he finally pulled back, you were gasping, dizzy, desperate.

Your lips were swollen. Your skin burning.

Eren’s chest heaved as he looked down at you, eyes wild, hair falling loose from his bun.

"You feel that?" he growled, voice thick. "That’s how it’s supposed to feel."

You nodded dumbly, dazed.

He grinned crookedly, licking his bottom lip.

"Good girl," he murmured.

You almost collapsed on the spot.

You could barely think. Could barely breathe. Your pulse thundered in your ears, every nerve ending alive under his touch.

Eren pulled back just enough to look at you, his thumb still dragging slowly, burning circles against the inside of your thigh.

"Lesson two," he rasped, voice dark and low. "Touching."

You blinked up at him, dazed.

He grabbed your hand—gently, but firmly—and brought it up to his chest.

"Start here," he muttered.

Your fingers curled instinctively around the front of his hoodie.

"No," Eren said, voice rough with something you couldn't name. He tugged his hoodie over his head in one swift motion, tossing it aside.

You gasped.

He was bare underneath—tattoos scattered across golden skin, muscle carved like it had been sculpted just for you.

Your mouth dried instantly.

Eren smirked lazily, watching your stunned expression.

"Touch me," he repeated, softer this time.

Your fingers trembled as you reached out—hesitating for a second, terrified to screw it up.

He caught your wrist again, gentler now, and pressed your hand flat against his chest.

You could feel everything.

The steady thud of his heart. The solid, burning heat of him. The way his breathing hitched the second you touched him.

"Good," he whispered.

You dragged your hand lower—over the plane of his chest, the ridges of his abs. Your fingertips brushed the trail of hair leading down beneath his sweatpants.

Eren hissed through his teeth, muscles tensing under your touch.

"Fuck, baby," he muttered. "You have no idea what you're doing to me."

You smiled shyly, feeling a flicker of power surge through you.

You brushed your fingers across the tattoo on his ribs—a snake coiled around a dagger—and he groaned low in his throat.

"Lesson three," he gritted out. "Teasing."

You blinked up at him, wide-eyed.

He grinned—dark and hungry and wrecked.

"You gotta make it hurt a little," he said, voice thick. "Make them desperate. Like this—"

He dragged his hands up under the hoodie—your hoodie—splaying his palms against your bare waist, pulling you into his lap.

You squeaked, thighs straddling his.

You could feel him, hard and straining beneath the thin fabric of his sweatpants.

You froze, heart slamming against your ribs.

Eren smirked lazily up at you.

"You feel that?" he murmured. "That's what you do to me."

You whimpered, clutching his shoulders.

He rocked his hips up just slightly—enough to grind against you.

You gasped.

"Eren—"

"Lesson four," he interrupted, voice almost shaking. "Grinding."

You whimpered again, feeling your core throb, slick pooling between your legs embarrassingly fast.

Eren grabbed your hips, guiding you into a slow, torturous grind against him.

"Just like that," he rasped. "Fuck, you're a natural."

You bit your lip hard, trying not to moan.

His eyes darkened even further.

"Don't hide it, baby," he growled. "I wanna hear you."

You whimpered brokenly as you rocked against him, the friction unbearable, electric.

Eren's hands tightened on your hips, the muscles in his arms straining.

His control was slipping—you could see it, feel it.

"You wanna know something?" he muttered, voice strained. "None of this is fucking platonic anymore."

You whimpered his name—and that broke him.

He surged up, kissing you fiercely—messy and desperate—tongue claiming yours, teeth grazing your bottom lip.

You moaned into his mouth, grinding harder, chasing the high.

"Eren, please," you gasped.

He pulled back just enough to growl:

"You want me to show you more?"

You nodded frantically, chest heaving.

His hands slid up your thighs, under the hoodie, grazing dangerously close to where you needed him most.

He smirked against your mouth.

"First," he whispered, "you gotta say it."

You whined in frustration.

"Say what?" you panted.

Eren's eyes gleamed wickedly.

"Tell me what you want, baby."

You squirmed, cheeks burning, brain short-circuiting.

"I want..." you started, voice trembling.

Eren waited, smug and wrecked all at once.

You swallowed hard.

"I want you to touch me," you whispered.

He grinned—dark and slow and victorious.

"Good girl," he murmured.

Then his fingers slid higher—higher—until they brushed the soaked fabric of your panties.

You gasped, hips bucking instinctively.

Eren groaned low in his chest, head dropping to your shoulder.

"Fuck, you're so wet," he muttered against your neck. "All for me."

You whimpered, clutching his hair.

And then—

He slipped a single finger under the fabric. Dragging it slowly and lightly along your folds. Barely touching, just teasing.

You nearly sobbed.

"Lesson five," he rasped. "Patience."

His finger traced your soaked folds so lightly, you could’ve screamed. You were trembling—hips bucking pathetically against his hand—whining in the back of your throat.

"Eren," you gasped, desperate. "Please—"

He hummed low against your throat, lazy and cruel and amused.

"Patience," he whispered again, his voice dark, wrecked, and starving. "Good things take time, baby."

You sobbed a little—not even caring anymore how pathetic you sounded.

Eren’s free hand tightened on your hip, holding you down firmly against him, grinding your clothed core against his throbbing length.

You could feel the heat of him through both your thin layers. Could feel how badly he wanted it too.

And still—he dragged his finger in slow, cruel circles over your clit. Feather-light. Not nearly enough. Barely anything at all.

"You’re driving me crazy," you whimpered, nails digging into his bare shoulders.

He laughed quietly—sadistic—then kissed your jaw, your throat, the sensitive skin behind your ear.

"You think you're suffering?" he rasped. "You have no fucking idea what you’re doing to me right now."

You whimpered again, grinding harder.

Eren grunted low in his chest, gripping you tighter.

"Fuck, baby," he growled. "You're so fucking wet... bet I could slip inside you right now and you’d take me so sweet."

You gasped, head dropping against his shoulder, body shuddering with need.

"You want that?" he muttered, hot against your skin. "Want me to fill you up?"

"Yes," you choked out without thinking, hips jerking. "Yes, Eren, please—"

He groaned like he was in pain.

"Not yet," he gritted. "Not until you're ready."

You whimpered brokenly.

"I am," you cried. "I swear—"

He cut you off by slipping a single finger inside you—just barely. Just the tip—teasing, mocking.

You gasped sharply, clenching around nothing.

"You're tight as fuck," he growled. "Gonna have to stretch you out real slow, baby."

You moaned helplessly, thighs trembling around his hips.

Eren pulled his finger back, dragging it slow over your swollen clit again, making you cry out.

"Lesson six," he panted. "Control."

You whimpered, body arching against him.

"If you can stay patient," he murmured, "I'll make you feel so fucking good you won't remember your own name."

You sobbed in frustration, tears pricking your eyes.

He kissed the corner of your mouth, slow and tender.

"You trust me, right?" he whispered.

You nodded frantically, voice breaking.

"Good," he murmured. "Then let me take care of you."

He kissed you again—deeper this time—his tongue licking into your mouth lazily, almost sweetly, as his fingers resumed their torturous, feather-light teasing between your thighs.

You grinded against him desperately, seeking friction, chasing the high he was cruelly keeping just out of reach.

"Please," you sobbed against his mouth.

He chuckled darkly, breathless.

"You're so fucking cute when you beg," he growled. "Makes me wanna wreck you."

You whimpered, thighs quivering.

And then—

Just when you thought you couldn’t take anymore—

He slid one long finger inside you, all the way this time.

You cried out, clenching tight around him.

"Fuck," Eren groaned, forehead dropping to yours. "You're squeezing me so good, baby."

He pumped his finger slow and deep, dragging over every sensitive spot inside you.

You were a writhing, sobbing mess in his lap.

"One finger," he rasped. "You’re already losing your mind."

He added a second finger without warning, stretching you wider.

You gasped, clinging to him.

"Relax, baby," he whispered, kissing your temple. "Breathe."

You did—barely.

He moved his fingers in slow, delicious thrusts, curling them inside you just right.

You cried out, thighs trembling violently.

"Good girl," he praised, voice thick with lust. "Taking me so good."

You felt the coil tightening in your belly—hot and fast and out of control.

"Eren," you gasped. "I—I’m gonna—"

He pulled his fingers out suddenly.

You screamed in frustration, tears spilling down your cheeks.

Eren grinned—dark and wicked—and licked his fingers clean, eyes locked on yours.

"Taste so fucking good," he muttered, voice hoarse.

You whimpered brokenly.

"Why—" you gasped, voice wrecked. "Why'd you stop?"

He grinned lazily, pulling you closer until your soaked panties rubbed against his throbbing cock again.

"Lesson seven," he rasped against your mouth.

You clutched his shoulders, desperate.

"Denial," he whispered.

Your panties were ruined.

Your thighs were trembling.

Your mind was gone.

And Eren was still teasing you — cruel, patient, starving — holding you pinned in his lap, soaked core grinding against the hard line of his cock through his sweats.

"Look at you," he muttered against your ear, voice low and vicious. "Fucking dripping for me."

You sobbed out a noise that wasn’t even a word anymore.

He cupped the back of your neck roughly, forcing you to meet his heavy-lidded gaze.

"You want me to stop?" he rasped.

Your mouth opened — no sound came out.

You shook your head frantically.

"Say it," he growled.

"Don't stop," you whimpered.

His eyes darkened, pupils blown wide with pure lust.

"You have no idea what you're asking for, baby," he muttered.

"I don't care," you cried, grinding desperately against him. "Please, Eren — please, I need you —"

He kissed you — brutal, hot, hungry — biting your bottom lip until you gasped.

"You think I’m just gonna fuck you sweet and gentle because it’s your first time?" he muttered against your mouth. "You’re wrong, baby."

He nipped down your throat — teeth scraping — hand sliding under your panties to finally touch you skin to skin.

You screamed — the feel of his fingers against your bare, swollen clit devastating.

"I’m gonna ruin you," he whispered.

You sobbed.

"Please," you begged again.

And then — —he lifted you slightly off his lap, pushed your panties aside roughly, gripped his cock in one hand—

—and rubbed the head through your soaked folds.

You gasped—full body jerk.

"You feel that?" he muttered. "That’s what’s about to stretch you open."

You could barely breathe, forehead pressed against his shoulder, nails raking down his back.

He groaned low at the feeling — you, clinging to him, desperate and ruined and ready to fall apart.

"Fuck, baby," he growled, voice rough. "You’re shaking."

You whimpered — a pleading, broken sound.

"You’re so fucking small," he gritted, positioning himself. "Gotta go slow. Gotta take my time."

You nodded frantically.

And then—

He pushed in.

Just the tip.

You screamed, whole body locking up around him.

Eren swore viciously, clutching your hips in a bruising grip.

"Fucking tight," he gasped.

You sobbed, forehead pressed against him.

"Relax, baby," he whispered hoarsely, kissing your temple. "You're doing so good."

You tried — you tried — relaxing as best you could.

And slowly—so painfully slow—he sank deeper.

You whimpered, tears leaking from your eyes.

Eren kissed them away, murmuring soft, filthy praises in your ear.

"Taking me so good," he muttered. "So fucking good for me."

You clenched around him, overwhelmed, trembling in his lap.

And when he finally bottomed out — fully seated inside you — you were gasping, shaking, completely wrecked.

Eren groaned into your skin.

"You feel that?" he rasped. "That’s mine now."

You sobbed.

"Yours," you gasped without thinking.

His hips twitched at that — a guttural, broken sound tearing from his throat.

"Fuck," he growled. "Say it again."

"Yours," you choked out, clinging to him. "I’m yours."

He kissed you — hard, brutal, messy.

And then he started moving.

Slow at first — so fucking slow — letting you feel every inch of him dragging against your tight, sensitive walls.

You were crying, overwhelmed with the feeling of him inside you — thick, deep, perfect.

Eren cursed under his breath, hands digging into your hips.

"God, baby," he panted. "You’re milking my cock so good."

You sobbed, burying your face in his neck.

He rocked you in his lap — slow, deep thrusts — groaning low every time you clenched around him.

"You were made for this," he muttered. "Made for me."

You nodded frantically, words beyond you now.

And then he snapped his hips harder — —once.You screamed.

"That’s it," he growled, thrusting harder. "That’s my good fucking girl."

You were gone — Mindless — Ruined — Completely his.

You tightened around him, thighs trembling violently.

"Eren—!" you sobbed. "I'm— I'm gonna—"

"Come for me, baby," he growled, fucking you through it. "Come all over my cock."

You screamed, body seizing — clenching around him so tight he cursed viciously, hips stuttering.

You were gushing around him — soaking him — vision going white.

And Eren— Eren thrust a few more brutal, desperate times—

And came inside you — hard, deep, endless — groaning your name like a prayer.

You collapsed against him, trembling.

He wrapped his arms tight around you, pressing kisses to your damp forehead, breathing you in like he’d never get enough.

"You’re mine now," he whispered.

You sobbed brokenly against his skin.

"Yours," you gasped again. "Always yours."

He smiled against your hair.

"Good girl."

The room smelled like sex and sweat and something dangerous.

You were still shaking in his lap — sore, full, overwhelmed — clinging to him like if you let go you’d fall apart completely.

Eren was breathing hard against your temple, one big hand rubbing slow, grounding circles over your back.

You felt… Destroyed. Safe. Utterly his.

"Shhh," he whispered, voice rough and low. "Got you. I got you."

You whimpered into his chest.

Your thighs were slick with both of you — your panties ruined, his sweats soaked — and you could still feel him pulsing faintly inside you.

"I didn’t hurt you, did I?" he murmured, pulling back just enough to search your face.

His green eyes — usually so cocky, mischievous, infuriating — were wrecked now, wide and frantic and tender.

You shook your head quickly.

"No," you rasped. "Good," he whispered, voice breaking a little. "Good girl.”

He kissed you again — softer this time — just his lips brushing yours, slow and sweet and unbearable.

You whimpered, clutching his shoulders.

He kissed you again, and again — desperate, messy little kisses like he couldn’t stop.

And then, without a word, he scooped you up into his arms — carrying you bridal style toward the bathroom.

You clung to him, dazed.

He kicked the door shut, set you gently down on the edge of the bathtub, and started running the shower — hot and steamy.

You sat there trembling, watching him.

He was still in just his sweats — clinging wetly to his hips — the outline of his cock still hard against the fabric.

His skin was flushed, bitten raw from where you’d scratched him.

And he looked wrecked.

Eren caught you staring and gave you a crooked, fucked-out little smile.

"Like what you see?" he teased, voice hoarse.

You blushed furiously.

He laughed — low and affectionate — and tugged his sweats down, not shy at all.

You sucked in a breath.

Even softening, he was huge — thick, flushed, wet with both of you.

Your thighs pressed together instinctively.

Eren saw — and his smile sharpened into something dark.

But he didn’t say anything. Just stepped into the shower and held a hand out to you.

"C'mere, baby."

You let him pull you up, strip you the rest of the way out of your ruined panties, and guide you into the spray.

The hot water hit your skin — and you whimpered, sore all over, every nerve ending lit up.

Eren pulled you tight against him under the water, cradling your head against his chest.

"You’re so fucking perfect," he murmured into your wet hair.

You whimpered.

He soaped you up slowly — running big hands gently over your arms, your back, the curve of your ass.

Everywhere he touched, you felt like you were burning.

When he got to between your legs, he hesitated — gentle, patient, watching your face.

"Okay?" he murmured.

You nodded quickly.

He touched you so slow — careful around your swollen, sensitive clit — cleaning you up with soft, reverent touches.

You gasped into his chest, trembling.

"You’re so sensitive," he murmured, almost in awe. "Fuck, baby."

You clung to him, panting.

Eren pressed soft kisses to your forehead, your cheeks, your jaw — murmuring nothing words, just your name and mine, mine, mine like he couldn’t help it.

When you were finally rinsed off, he shut the water off and wrapped you both in a big towel, carrying you back to the bed like you weighed nothing.

He tucked you under the covers, crawling in beside you — pulling you flush against him, chest to chest.

You felt everything — his warmth, his heartbeat, his length pressed lazily against your thigh.

He buried his face in your hair, breathing you in.

"You’re mine now," he murmured against your skin.

You shivered.

"I’ve always been yours," you whispered.

Eren groaned low, kissing you like it hurt.

And when you shifted against him, grinding ever so slightly — —he growled.

"You wanna go again, baby?" he muttered against your mouth. "You wanna learn some more lessons?"

You whimpered — helpless, wrecked, desperate for him.

"Please," you whispered. "Please, Eren — teach me."

He grinned — slow and wicked.

"Oh, I’m gonna teach you, baby."

And he kissed you again — —dragging you down, deeper and deeper, into him — —where there was no such thing as friendship anymore. Only this. Only us.

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part two here