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[nova2kss]

dominican!connie x reader

↳ ❝ [shoutout to my fellow dominicanasss! 🇩🇴 in my delusions, connie is most definitely a dominican at heart 😔] ¡! ❞

tags: cookout, petty mcpetty reader, uber boyfriend connie, shots & ass shaking!

The music was blasting—old-school bachata melting into Afrobeats while smoke curled through the air from the grill. Laughter everywhere. The boys playing dominoes at a card table on the patio, loud as hell. Plates stacked. Blunts passed. Bottles open.

And you?

Turning heads.

The fit was disrespectful. A black backless halter with deep side cutouts, hugging your chest like it was made just for you. Paired with those low-rise jeans—the ones that framed that dumptruck perfectly, with the slightest lil V-dip in the front.

Your kitten heels clicked over the concrete when you walked past and every dude not attached to a girl tried not to break his neck looking. But Connie?

Sitting back in his chair, legs wide, blunt in hand—he was just watching. Chin tilted, chain resting on his chest, dark eyes locked on the sway of your hips like he already knew what time it was.

“Damn,” Ony muttered next to him. “She really wore that here?”

Connie smirked. “You surprised?”

Ony just laughed. “Nah. Just know it’s gon’ be a long night for you, bro.”

It was over the moment your girls arrived.

Squeals. Screams. “Bitch you look GOOD!”

Hugs flying. Flashing phones. Ass shaking by the drink table.

You were a blur of glitter and perfume, draped over your girls, screaming lyrics to every song, sipping way too fast, forgetting how to act—until Connie had to remind y’all.

He pulled you over mid-turn-up, lit blunt in one hand, firm grip on your hip with the other. You were giggling, gloss-sticky and tipsy already.

“Ayo. Sit down and eat before y’all end up passed out in the grass somewhere.”

“But babyyyy—”

He leaned in, right at your ear, voice low and deep:

“Don’t make me sit you down, mama.”

You sat so fast.

The girls fake gasped, fanned you. “Oooh, she in trouble.”

You just grinned and dug into your plate, legs crossed, bouncing to the music while Connie sat beside you, shaking his head with that smug little smirk.

You got too comfortable. Too drunk. Too damn cute.

Your hair still looked good—silky and sleek—but your lashes were hanging on by hope, and your words were slurred as you crawled into Connie’s lap mid-convo like he wasn’t talking about sports with Ony and Eren.

“Baaabyyy,” you whined, nuzzling into his neck, arms around him like a koala. “I want a drank.”

“You already had four,” he said calmly, holding the blunt away so you didn’t burn yourself. “And that last one was mine.”

You pouted.

“Don’t care.”

Then—you grabbed his cup and finished the rest without asking, making the boys howl in the background.

“Damn, she wildin’,” Eren laughed.

Connie rubbed a tattooed hand down his face. “Y’all see what I deal with?”

But still—he had you. Arms around your waist. Holding you up while your limbs got too heavy, while your head lulled against his chest, while your girls tumbled giggling into each other like pretty drunks in a perfume ad.

You couldn’t even walk by the end of it.

“Where my shoe go?” you asked, voice small and confused as Connie helped you to the car.

“You don’t need it,” he said, picking you up bridal style, ignoring your drunken mumbling.

He rounded up the rest of the girls too, directing traffic like the most patient Uber driver on earth. “Come on, let’s go. Y’all embarrassing yourselves.”

“Sorry Connieee,” one of them giggled, tripping over her own sandal.

The car ride was mostly vibes at first.

You were half asleep in Connie’s passenger seat—face warm from too much Casamigos, your hair a little wild now, but still curled up like his personal accessory. Your hand sat in his lap, possessively resting on his thigh while he drove one-handed, still calm, still in control like always.

The girls were laughing in the back. Shouting about chicken wings. Fighting over aux. One of them was drunkenly fake crying to SZA. Another was on FaceTime with nobody, just herself in the camera like it was a photo shoot.

But then—

One of your homegirls leaned forward, elbow resting on Connie’s console, chest pressed a little too close to the back of his seat.

“You’re such a good boyfriend,” she said with a flirty lil drunk smile, tapping his shoulder with her nails. “You always take care of us. You like, the man of the year.”

Her lashes fluttered.

You blinked. Sat up.

Reality sobered fast.

You turned your head real slow, like your drunk brain needed to process what you just saw.

“…Excuse me?”

She giggled. “I was just sayin—”

“No, say it again,” you snapped, sitting all the way up now, flipping your hair over your shoulder like a war move. “Say it a-fucking-gain.”

The girls in the back went feral.

“Wait, wait wait—babe—”

“Nuh uh—don’t start—”

“She didn’t mean it like that!!”

Meanwhile Connie?

He kept driving. Calm. Eyes on the road, lips pressed together in that tight “here we go” line.

“You’re drunk,” one girl whispered, trying to gently pull you back into the seat.

“And she’s too friendly.” You pointed straight at her, finger wobbling slightly from the buzz. “Back up off my man.”

“She was joking!!”

“No the fuck she wasn’t!” you barked, trying to climb into the back seat like a beautiful, violent cat.

And that’s when Connie hit the brakes. Pulled over with one smooth swerve, like God himself had tapped him on the shoulder and said “fix it, king.”

The girls squealed.

“OHHHHH SHIT—”

He shifted into park, exhaled real deep through his nose, and turned the music off.

Silence. Grave silence.

Then he turned toward all of you.

“EVERYBODY. Chill the fuck out.”

Even drunk, the way his voice cut through the air?

“Y/N, sit your pretty ass back,” he said, tapping your thigh firmly. “You too fine to be actin’ like that.”

You blinked at him, still heated. “But Connie—”

“She drunk,” he cut you off calmly. “And you drunker. Stop fighting for a man who already told you he yours ten times tonight.”

That should’ve calmed you. But he leaned in closer, fingers under your chin, tilting your head just enough to make your breath catch.

“Act like it, baby.”

You finally sat back, arms crossed, lips pursed—quiet now but still glaring daggers at the girl behind you.

The backseat was silent.

Then one girl muttered, “…Can we get McDonald’s?”

Connie dragged a hand down his face and started driving again, muttering in Spanish under his breath like a man being tested by every known element.

The girls were still buzzed and reeling from the whole parking lot showdown when Connie finally merged back onto the street, windows cracked, music back on low.

And then—

“Connieee,” one of the girls pouted from the backseat. “Can we pleaaaase stop at McDonald’s?”

“Y’all just almost boxed in the car and now y’all want Happy Meals?” he said with a laugh, glancing at you out the corner of his eye.

“Yes! I want a McFlurry!”

You huffed beside him. Still mad. Still arms crossed, still not talking to the girl who’d dared get too friendly with your man earlier. You were petty and passionate, and that was a dangerous mix—especially with Casamigos in your veins.

But Connie?

Still relaxed. Still driving with one hand on the wheel and the other resting on your thigh. Calm like always, as if the car hadn’t turned into Real Housewives meets Fast & Furious fifteen minutes ago.

He hit the drive-thru like nothing happened.

“Lemme get two McFlurries, a ten piece, two fries, a strawberry milkshake, and—” he looked over at you, “…you want somethin’ else?”

You didn’t answer. Just sucked your teeth, chin turned toward the window like the softest storm cloud alive.

The girl in question tried to giggle again from the back.

And you?

You shot her a look so sharp one of the girls literally said, “Whew.”

“Y/N.” Connie said your name low.

You turned with the fakest smile alive. “What?”

He just shook his head, tapping your thigh. “You bein’ extra.”

“Good.”

And still—when he passed you the strawberry milkshake through the bag, you took it with a lil attitude, straw already going to your lips. Two sips in, and the corner of your mouth was twitching like you wanted to smile but couldn’t let go of the pettiness just yet.

Connie rolled his eyes, pulled up to the next window, and put the car in park.

Brrrrr. Brrrrr.

His phone buzzed. Group call from the boys.

“Yo,” he answered, smirking.

You stared straight ahead, sipping slow and petty.

“Tell me why these drunk ass girls almost turned my backseat into UFC.” He was laughing now, retelling the story while holding your hand. “Nah, Y/N tried to crawl over the seat. Talking bout ‘say it again.’ Bro, she was ready to fight in heels.”

You glanced over, mouth full of fries. “You really on the phone gossiping like a bitch right now?”

He just chuckled, leaned over, kissed your shoulder. “You lucky you cute.”

By the time you hit the last girl’s apartment, the car was full of trash, empty fry boxes, one lost heel, and the smell of perfume and nugget grease. The girls were giggling and waving out the window.

“Byeee Connie! Love youuuu!”

“Thanks Uber daddy!”

You gave that one a side-eye that could melt plastic.

“Stop looking at her like that,” Connie murmured, finally turning onto your street. “You got your lil milkshake and now you wanna keep beefin’?”

“I’m just sayin’—”

“Mami.” His voice cut smooth, deep, and calm. “You mine. That’s it. She could’ve bat her lashes ‘til they flew off, I wouldn’t even blink.”

You blinked. “…You sure?”

He pulled into the driveway, engine still running, leaned over to cup your jaw with one hand.

“You really need me to say it again?” he asked, eyes soft but serious. “You my girl. You’re the only one I want all up on me. You actin’ like I don’t show you that every day.”

Your bottom lip popped out in a pout, milkshake still cold in your lap. “Okay… I’m sorry.”

“I know.”

He kissed the tip of your nose.

Upstairs, you were barely walking straight—both from the drinks and from how sore you still were from earlier. You plopped down in bed while Connie pulled off your heels for you.

Then he helped you out of your jeans, wiped the corner of your mouth with a warm towel from the bathroom, took your lashes off like a pro, and rubbed lotion into your legs slow and quiet.

He finally tucked you in, shirtless, chain glinting as he leaned down and kissed your forehead.

“Next time?” he whispered. “No more jealous tantrums.”

“But—”

“Just let me handle it, aight? You my baby. Ain’t nobody else even in the running.”

You nodded into the pillow, heart melty, lashes heavy, already drifting.

“Say it again,” you mumbled sleepily.

He smiled, fingers brushing down your arm.

“You. My. Girl.”

Another kiss.

“Now go to sleep, dramática.”

Your brain was mush.

Mouth dry.

Body achy in that why did I drink like I didn’t have a man who punishes me for acting up kind of way.

You blinked awake slowly, lashes fluttering against a warm pillow that definitely smelled like him — woodsy and clean with a hint of weed smoke. You weren’t even sure when or how you got into bed last night.

And from the kitchen?

Aventura.

“Obsesión” echoing through the apartment like it was 2004 and your man was about to dramatically spin you into a kiss mid-mangu stir.

The smell of fried salami and onions pulled you further from death.

You sat up slowly, wincing a little—legs sore, feet more sore, pride the sorest of all.

Your voice cracked when you called, “Connieee…”

“You up?” he yelled back, over Romeo Santos’ high notes. “Bout damn time!”

You shuffled to the doorway, squinting into the bright kitchen like a raccoon in daylight.

There he was.

Shirtless, of course.

Basketball shorts riding low on his hips.

Chain swaying while he flipped bacon in the skillet and stirred a steaming bowl of mangú with a wooden spoon.

Tattooed arm resting casually on the counter as he tasted it with his finger, nodded in approval, then spotted you.

“Well, well, well…” he grinned, voice all teasing and smooth. “If it ain’t Miss Don’t Look At My Man.”

You groaned, flopping onto the counter stool. “Don’t start.”

He slid a cup of cold water in front of you. “You already started last night.”

You sipped it like a guilty gremlin. “She was flirting.”

“She was drunk.”

“I was drunker, and I wasn’t flirting!”

Connie chuckled, leaning down to kiss the top of your head. “Exactly why you sittin’ here in my tee lookin’ like last night’s problem.”

You squinted up at him. “You still mad?”

He raised an eyebrow. “Nah. I thought it was cute. You was tryna fight with fries in your lap.”

You rolled your eyes but smiled a little.

He came around the island and stood between your legs, hands resting on your thighs. You wrapped your arms around his waist, burying your face in his stomach like a brat seeking forgiveness.

“I love you,” you mumbled.

“I know you do, mami. You just dramatic when you drunk.” He kissed your cheek. “But don’t ever doubt who I want. Aight?”

You nodded into his skin.

“Now eat this food before you pass out again.”

He placed a plate in front of you stacked with mangú, fried cheese, salami, bacon, and pickled onions. A hangover miracle.

You looked up at him, smug now. “You’re obsessed with me.”

He leaned down, kissed your lips slow.

“Mami, I made you breakfast to the soundtrack of Aventura. That shoulda told you everything.”

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unforgettable ! e.yeager & a.arlert

"too much convo for 24 hours..." eren x black!fem x armin

warnings: arguing, language, cursing, mentions of cheating, mild aggression, angst, i apologize for this chapter, lengthy

part 9. this is part 8. next part here.

when eren fixed his pants, he pushed himself off of you, leaning back against the headboard.

"armin." he said once, like he was confirming what he'd just heard.

you nodded, still laying on your back. then you huffed, sliding off the bed and moving carefully towards the bathroom door.

eren kept his eyes on you, low and intense.

you grabbed your underwear off of the ground and shut the bathroom door behind you.

you did your business, zoning out most of the time because of the sheer fear of leaving the bathroom.

you looked in the mirror as you washed your hands, biting your lip nervously.

you really just set yourself and armin up.

you couldn't have said a different name?

someone he didn't know?

someone that wasn't his long-term bestfriend?

you slowly shook your head. you were in for it now, and you knew. for the first time in a while, you hoped he took his anger out on you with just sex, like he used to.

and not armin.

but why feel sympathy for someone who felt none for you?

ugh, your whole life was in a twist right now because of a dumb decision you'd made. if you would've never left eren that day, maybe none of this would've happened.

all because you admitted to cheating. if you didn't, he wouldn't have asked you who it was with, because how would he know?

but you couldn't let it be known that you were running away from your guilt by staying in the bathroom.

that'd be even more humiliating.

the bathroom door slowly opened as you turned the light off, closing it behind you.

you tried to avoid eye contact with eren, but you felt his eyes on you.

like he'd been staring at the door since you went in there, waiting patiently for you to come out.

you crawled into bed, hesitantly sitting near him.

he just stared at you.

he'd never stared at you like that before.

"you playin?" he asked, lips curling into a small smile. you snapped out of your thoughts, looking at him.

"what?"

"you ain't fuck armin. you just sayin that cus you thought i cheated." he shrugged, like he was trying to convince himself instead of you.

your face stayed straight.

erens eyes softened.

"you did." he shook his head, looking towards the wall.

you stayed silent. you didn't have any excuse, because you knew you never tried to hear him out when he told you he wasn't cheating on you.

and you should've fucking listened.

you were and probably still are so naive, as much as you loved eren, you just couldn't hear him out.

and you're the fool for that.

you kept your eyes on eren and he kept his on the wall, thinking.

he thought back to the moment you two first hooked up again, and when he asked you if you cheated, you said yes.

but he didn't ask who.

he was too focused on fucking your brains out to care.

but now...

now that he asked you again, it would be foolish for you to answer the same question and be talking about the same moment.

right?

because if that was only one time,

you wouldn't have had to say it twice.

and if you were referring to armin right now...

eren dragged his eyes over to you, keeping eye contact as he thought about everything. connected the dots. made sense of the whole situation.

eren knows you.

he knows you're not just gonna give your body to some random.

he never thought you'd do it anyways, but especially not to someone random. he didn't blink, it was like he was stuck, his eyes twitching instead of blinking.

you're not just gonna go fuck around with someone you didn't know well, or weren't fond of.

especially not twice.

the dots finally connected, and it was like instead of the lightbulb in his head flicking on, it turned off.

you fucked armin twice.

and not only twice, but a whole month ago.

a month he didnt know about.

and he could only pinpoint when it happened because the two times you'd went to those parties, you and armin would disappear together.

he would've never thought things out like that before– the whole disappearing together thing, but now, he finally realized it.

eren chewed his cheek, staring at you.

slowly looking you up and down, just staring, like a dad silently fussing at their child in a grocery store.

like a friend who'd been betrayed.

like a boyfriend who'd been betrayed.

"why?" he barely muttered.

you blinked, looking away and then back at him. "i thought you cheated. he just came up to me,"

he came up to you.

"and he started telling me things about how he could treat me better,"

oh?

"and i gave in."

oh.

"and the second time? 'm sure thats the first cus that 'treat you better' shit always comes first, don't it?" eren twitched a smile.

you cleared your throat.

"the second time just happened."

just happened?

"what, you miss each other or some shit? cant get enough?" eren grabbed your hand, playing with your ring finger.

you sighed. "ion know what else you want me to say, i told you everything."

you were feeling as shitty as ever, but you disregarded your feelings, because how dare you speak about your feelings when you could've possibly just crushed your boyfriends?

"okay." eren brought your hand up to his lips, kissing it softly and keeping his eyes on yours.

you couldn't tell how he was feeling. he'd make it known if he was pissed about something. he always did.

but right now, you really couldn't tell.

"'m sorry." your voice was low, whispery and hesitant, like you were afraid he'd lash out at just your words.

but no, he just hummed, trailing his hand up your arm and pulling you closer to him.

"its okay." he mumbled, kissing your cheek just before your lips.

and god, you couldn't believe he just accepted your apology like that. like you didn't do something almost every girlfriend wouldn't dare to do.

why?

because eren loves you.

he loves you more than anything and anyone, and he knows you only love him.

yes, he may be blind to the whole thing, he may only be accepting your apology because he knows you genuinely feel bad and he knows he doesn't wanna lose you under any circumstances.

because as much as his friends defended him, the harsh truth is,

eren wouldn't trade you for any of them.

he'd choose you over them in a heartbeat.

and he knows you felt the same way because despite fucking armin twice, cheating on him, you were right back in his arms.

no matter how many times armins kissed you.

touched you.

maybe even told you he loved you, god forbid, he knows you don't love armin.

you only love him.

and thats the only thing he cares about.

but in the back of his mind right now, as he pulled your head to his chest, and stared at the end of the bed, the only thing he could think about was how to kill him.

no, let me rephrase that.

he'd never kill armin.

he was his best friend at one point.

but he was gonna make sure more than just him, you, armin, and most likely mikasa and sasha knew that you'd fucked him.

the same night, you'd told mikasa and sasha about the situation.

and of course, as your friends, they heard you out and supported you– or, eren's decision.

so there it was.

the next day, there was nothing else for you two to talk about.

you were still hesitant on touching him and kissing him, but he pulled you into it all like you hadn't did a single thing to hurt him.

completely disregarded the fact that you cheated.

focused on the fact that his best friend fucked his girl.

and led her on.

and made the first move, so you said.

he texted ony the next day, telling him that everything was fine between you two again and that you could get together and all be friends again.

of course he was lying, because he was planning on cutting armin off right then and there.

so as he pulled up outside of ony's house, you didn't know what to expect.

he opened the door for you, looking around to make sure he wasn't the only late one. and of course, he was.

he knocked on the door, being greeted by ony, and you coming in right behind him.

"aint it bonnie and clyde, damn y'all be stressin a nigga out." ony put a blunt behind his ear as you and eren made your ways to the basement.

"we ain't gon stress you no more, we sorry. ain't that right baby?" eren joked, making ony shake his head and walk down the basement stairs.

you playfully rolled your eyes as he tossed his arm around you.

everyone greet you and him when you walked in.

"finally, aint we say they was gon' be late?" jean stood up, dapping eren up and giving you a side hug.

eren let out a laugh. "we had some business." he exhaled, sitting down. "we good now, though. everybody good? mikasa, sasha, my bad for what happened yesterday." eren raised a palm, his other resting under your thigh as you crossed your legs towards him.

"girl, please. hey y/n." sasha smiled at you and waved eren off, making you chuckle and wave her way.

ony sat down, groaning. "fuck, man. yesterday was a long ass day." he shook his head.

"do ya hear me?" connie put his phone in his pocket and rested his arms behind his head as he looked around the room.

his eyes met yours and he smiled at you, glancing at eren. you smiled back with a shrug.

"how everybody been?" sasha started up a conversation and connie smacked his lips. "you act like we ain't seen each other in months."

"connie, shut the hell up." sashas put her middle finger up.

mikasa hummed. "thats sure what it feel like. ony hand me a blunt." she joked, making the group laugh.

"youn even smoke, stop that." ony gave her a dismissive wave.

eren kicked his feet up on the table as you laughed at the groups sudden bickering. eren kept his eyes on his shoes as he tapped them together.

you looked up at him. "you so childish."

"you like it." he mumbled, nudging your forehead and making you giggle.

as soon as he saw a smile come to your face and a laugh leave your mouth, his eyes flickered to and from armin, who stared boredly at his phone.

"aye, aye, roll up nigga whatchu doin?" ony frowned at connie as he leaned over on the armrest.

connie slowly turned his head towards ony before clicking his tongue. "damn, youn think you smoke too much? fuck."

him and ony went back and forth, making everyone laugh and chime in from time to time. you felt your head moving from eren's laughing, staring down at your phone.

you didn't wanna think about anything else happening in the moment, you were honestly zoned out, erens hand squeezing your thigh, snapping you out of your blank thoughts with every few minutes that passed.

you made sure to keep your eyes on your phone as you kicked off your shoes and tucked your feet underneath you.

"im so happy y'all stopped being toxic." jean shook his head from beside you two.

you smiled and eren laughed, looking over to him. "oh, you aint ever gotta worry bout that no more."

his words comforted you in a way, making you smile to yourself as everyone started to talk about how they wished their relationships were that way, and how easily you and eren got back along.

though, it wasn't the most healthy thing, as said, it was perfect to everyone around you.

eren pulled you closer, causing you to groan a little and push yourself off of him with a laugh. "stop." you smiled. eren smiled back with a slight frown. "why?"

you sighed, shaking your head and leaning back onto eren.

he wrapped his arm back around you firmly, shaking you a little as you closed your eyes.

in the middle of the groups conversation, and feeling the vibrating of erens chest as he spoke every now and then, and being pulled closer as he rocked back and forth to laugh, you were already forgetting about everything that'd happened between the three of you

"hell naw, y'all ever been dogged the fuck out?" ony hit his thigh, leaning up. "man one time i got played so bad, i was ready to up some shit." he swung his arm over to hit connie, who jumped and coughed. "man– what the fuck?"

as everyone laughed at connie and ony's antics, eren smiled, leaning back and rubbing your waist with his thumb.

"aye tho- i got a question." he spoke out, and everyone turned their attention to him.

"eren if its some bullshit, i know sum." sasha scoffed, making herself laugh a little.

eren smiled, biting the nail of his thumb as he did, like he had something mischievous planned. like a bad kid who was planning on breaking something, and knew exactly how to do it.

he shrugged.

"nah, its some real shit." he manspread, taking his thumb from his lips and looking at it.

"which one of y'all in this group fucked my girl?"

your eyes shot open, and you sat up, looking at eren, who only stared at the floor.

"wait, huh?" ony put the weed tray down on the table and looked around. "mikasa?"

"boy!" mikasa tossed a pillow at ony, making him cackle, but he soon stopped when he realized eren was dead serious. i mean, it didnt take much to notice that eren was dead serious anyways.

everyone looked around at each other, and you sat there, slipping your shoes back onto your feet and waiting for the moment where you chose it would be best to just leave.

sasha took a sip from her drink, eyes trailing the room, as if she didnt already know the answer. "y'all is wild..."

eren let out an amused, breathy laugh through his nose, like this whole thing was a joke to him.

"i mean, ian mad or nun. but imma guess, cause i know my girl better than anybody. if she was to fuck somebody else, she wouldn't want em runnin they mouth."

he then pointed at both ony and jean.

"and y'all cant shut up for shit, so for all i know right now, it might not be you." he shook his head, closing his eyes for a second.

"he so messy." mikasa squint, shaking her head and curling up near sasha.

armin shifted in his spot, keeping his eyes on his phone before he put it down and put his hands in his pants pockets with a huff.

everyone still looked around, most eyes on connie and armin.

eren scoffed, softly pushing you off of him to lean up. "damn, was you always this quiet? was you this quiet when you was tryna tell my girl whats best for her?" eren looked directly at armin, who raised his head and looked back.

ony let out a loud gasp, quickly covering his mouth.

jean frowned in confusion, slowly shaking his head. "ain't no way." he shook his head quicker, leaning on the arm rest of the couch.

onys jaw dropped, "i thought it was posed to be a good night, damn." he muttered.

armins lips curled into a small smile and he let out a breathy laugh, throwing his head back. "why would i say something? 's not like i can unfuck the girl."

eren leaned back, scoffing. "ight, so you fucked her, then what? you see who she sittin wit. even after you tried to make her leave me." eren held his arms out.

everyones heads went back and forth from armin to eren the more their tensioning conversation went on.

armin smacked his lips, waving eren off. "fake ass relationship."

you frowned, moving back to get closer to eren.

eren toot his lips up for a second. "its fake? or you just mad she get fucked better over here?" eren sit up, letting you go once more.

"and the funny thing is, you only fucked her once. out of the times you ate her pussy, did whatever the fuck you did, my dick was already there." eren grinned. "you sucked my dick."

everyones eyes widened and ony put his hand over his eyes, shaking his head.

armin let out a small laugh. "thats funny 'cus she came running to me whenever she couldn't get fucked. thought i'd do it a third time and she got shut down." he shrugged, glancing at you as he spoke.

this was so humiliating, honestly.

you squint, pointing at armin. "cause you practically begged me to love you instead of lust you, armin."

eren raised his brows, sitting up again. "oh, so you love my girl." he pointed at himself.

armin went quiet for a minute.

"you knew that before you even got wit her." he mumbled.

"what?" jean squint, looking at eren, and then you.

armin hummed. "i wanted y/n way before eren even came around, and he knew that shit."

"eren..." sasha shook her head, but eren shrugged.

"and?" he frowned, standing up. "you fucked my girl recently and you want me to feel bad bout some shit from two years ago?"

ony stood up right after him and put his hand on his chest, trying to calm him down, but it didnt do anything but fuel the fire, especially when armin stood up.

"you took her from me when i told you i wanted her, dont even do that shit, and connie, bitch, you said you wasn't gon tell shit." armin looked past eren to look at connie.

connie groaned, putting his hands on his eyes and slumping in his chair.

eren looked back at him, going completely silent.

"you knew bout this too?"

connie stood up, "i aint tell shit." he mumbled.

as much as eren wanted to turn his full attention to connie, he just couldn't. because there were so many thoughts rushing through his mind.

his tone was lower when he spoke.

"you a fuckin snake, and i woulda never been this close witchu if i knew this was how you was." he mumbled, looking armin directly in his eyes.

armin didnt respond to that, only mirrored erens actions.

"and then you go behind my back..." eren scoffed, turning away from armin and grabbing your arm, "come on."

armin finally spoke.

"y'know, y/n, i thought we coulda had some serious shit when you told me you loved me."

you froze.

eren stopped in his tracks and let your arm go, looking back at you.

"thats crazy 'cus i thought i was the only one she loved." he spoke as if he was speaking to someone else but his eyes were directly on you.

you quickly shook your head, getting ready to defend your words, but armin spoke before you.

"remember? when i told you i loved you and you said it back?"

you frowned at armin, shaking your head. "you begged me to."

armin poked his bottom lip out, plopping down on the couch.

"so you did." eren stared at you, examining your face.

you sighed, waving your hands and shaking your head. "i didn't mean it when i said it, he made me say it, eren." you then turned your attention to armin and pointed at him. "you know this, you said it yourself that i aint mean what i said, dont sit here and lie, armin."

your brows furrowed as you looked armin in his eyes, but it wasnt like before.

now, there was nothing behind them.

nothing with pure intention anyways.

if there was, it was hidden pretty damn well. because he just gave you a certain look.

a look that said 'i know, but i wont say anything'

and it infuriated you.

you then looked around at the group, all eyes on you.

when you finally laid eyes on eren, his were soft. like he was hoping you were telling the truth. hoping armin was lying about what he said.

you then looked at armin, voice shaky. "you..." you croaked out. "i hate you." you whispered, but the room was so quiet, everyone could hear.

that was it.

you saw it perfectly.

that facade of his, fade.

and as much as you'd hate to care, you were almost ecstatic you didnt.

but that was the least of your worries right now. you needed eren to believe you.

before you could look at him, you were already being dragged away.

"eren." you called out to him, but he didnt say anything. if he wasnt pissed then, you knew for a fact he was now.

all because of armin.

"eren, youn believe him–"

"y/n."

as he opened ony's front door, you followed quickly behind him. you decided to be quiet, taking your name being called as a warning.

you sighed when you got in the car.

eren sat there for a second, one arm rested on the door and his face in his hand. you looked at him, lips parted to say something, but you didn't even know where to start.

what, 'yes i told him i love him but i didnt mean it'?

because thats exactly what happened, but how stupid would that sound?

and you can't just lie like you never said it, because you already confirmed it in the basement.

eren huffed as he start the car, not looking your way for even a second, while your eyes never left him for a second.

you sat back in the seat, looking out of the passenger side window.

you were starting to think car rides just werent for you. every time you get in a car with someone, theres always some kind of awkward tension or quietness lingering.

and of course, it was quiet the whole way there.

it always is.

when he finally turned the car off, he got out before you, and as you watched him walk to the front door, you rolled your eyes, not at his actions, but yours.

you opened the car door, quickly making your way to the front door.

closing it behind you, you locked it and followed eren to your shared bedroom.

you honestly couldnt take any more of the ignoring.

and you were just on good terms with him.

it seemed like nothing with him ever lasted.

"eren." you huffed, sitting down in the bed as he took his hoodie off, completely ignoring you.

"would you just... look at me?" you slumped over a little, slowly giving up on explaining anything to him.

now you understood how he felt.

when you didn't listen to any of his excuses, or try to hear him out about something he supposedly did.

only different was, he actually had proof of you doing the things you did.

you only ever accused him.

"eren–"

"can you-" he took a deep breath. "y/n, be quiet right now, like actually." he finally took a glance at you.

he stood in front of the vanity, scratching in his head for a couple seconds and using his hands to detangle it.

"you wont listen to me." you muttered, and seeing erens face twitch into an annoyed one in the mirror didn't make you feel any better of the situation.

he only lowly hummed, tying his hair into a half up half down.

"ion wanna hear bout it no more, just let it go–"

"no, listen to me." you stood up, grabbing his arm to turn him towards you. he gave you a bored look, shoving his hands on his pockets.

"if you think i meant what i said when i told armin i loved him, i really dont know what else to say. but when i said it, i promise it didn't mean a thing." you explained, but eren only looked you up and down.

your heart sunk.

"eren..." you furrowed your brows, blinking to find some type of explanation. "don't look at me like that."

he kept his face the same way.

that look he gave you.

it was the look of someone who didnt care anymore.

someone who'd lost all hope. he stared down at you like you were a stranger.

"was it better the first time or the second time?" he asked, giving you a half grin.

you shook your head. "it wasnt good at all."

erens brows raised. "for real? you just wanted to fuck em a third time for no reason? what, third times a charm?" he narrowed his eyes at you. "you wanted a baby?"

your eyes widened at his words as he leaned in closer to you, just next to your ear.

he removed his hands from his pockets and wrapped them around your waist, slowly moving them up your back to pull you closer to him.

you barely had any choice but to wrap yours around his neck.

"you believe me, right?" you just barely whispered, almost pleaded while nuzzling your nose in his neck.

eren hummed, and you felt him nod slowly.

your body rested against him, like you'd melted. like you'd been saved from the worst thing.

you felt him lightly push you away from him, just enough to make eye contact with you.

his hand trailed from your back to your waist, and eventually to your jaw as he looked back and forth to and from both of your eyes.

he glanced down at your necklace, and then back at you.

"i believe you."

thank god.

you felt him pull your face closer to his by your jaw, your lips just a breath away from touching.

"i believe you're full of shit." he muttered.

all of a sudden,

with a sharp motion, eren shoved your face away from his, causing you to stumble back into the bedside table.

your eyes were wide, and your heart raced.

eren gave you a look.

a disgusted one.

one he'd never given you before.

"ion give a fuck if you didnt mean what you said," he made his way back over to you.

you tried to step back, but you didnt have anywhere to go.

"you said it cus you wanted him to stay. you wanted something with em." he reached for your necklace, yanking it off of you, causing you to wince and reach for your now, empty neck.

"and take this shit off. it aint mean nothing from the beginning."

he tossed the necklace on the floor, right by your feet.

and when he turned towards the door, you let him leave, because from that point on, you knew you couldn't stop him.

the last thing he mumbled helped you realize that, if nothing else did,

"im done witchu."

[nova2kss]

. ‎ . ݁⋆ “Attitude”

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Synopsis: After spending a long day complaining to Connie on the farm, he decides to shut your mouth by making it scream something else!

Pairing: Country!Connie + Brat!Black!Reader

Warnings: 𓊆ྀི󠀠󠀠󠀠󠀠󠀠󠀠󠀠 Smut, Raw, Overstimulation, cream pie, orgasm denial, spanking, etc.𓊇ྀི

The country life was something you weren't incredibly familiar with as you grew up living the city life or as he called it the "Boujee lifestyle." Even still, connie tried his hardest to make you accustomed to it.

From teaching you how to hunt, fish, and even showing you the way around the farm.

As many times as he took you out of the city, he couldn't take the city out of you.

"Connie it's stinks"

"Connie it's hot"

"Connie these boots hurt my feet"

You had an attitude the entire time you'd been outside and it was annoying the absolute hell out of him hearing you nag in his ear.

Especially while trying to show you how he cares for the farm in 90 degree weather.

From the tight tank top that pushed your breast up to the sparkling clean boots that had never seen a speck of dust before, you didn't seem a smidge bit close to belonging there.

"Con can you carry me, i don't wanna mess my boots up in this mud." You said looking at him pouting. He looked at you dumbfounded, almost as if he didn't want to answer.

"I bought you the boots so you'd get dirty, now bring ya' ass" Connie responded, feeling himself get slightly irritated. He was trying to be patient, but you kept poking at his nerves.

"You know what... don't act like that 'cause I don't want to walk through shit." You smacked your lips, rolling your eves as you walked away, only to be pulled back by your waistband.

"You better cut that shit out right now, you and all this damn complaining" After all this time of hearing your mouth he finally reached his breaking point.

"I'm going inside I'm done." You sighed taking off the gloves you wore. The heat, the dirt, and the smell it was all too much. And nothing was worse than the fact your hair began to sweat.

"I betchu won't go into that house." His grey eyes stared into yours, daring you to move.

"I betchu i will" You said mocking his accent. And fuck was he pissed, watching you strut back to the house did nothing but fuel his frustration.

And just like that you were back in the house, sinking into the bathe water. Gosh did it feel amazing finally being clean again. You weren't necessarily in the wrong, you didn't like being dirty and he knew that so why was he upset?

"Con, you in here baby" You softly yelled leaving the bathroom. To your relief there was no answer. Minutes passed and just as you could get comfortable you heard his deep voice.

"M'here baby" He stood there, his body dripping in sweat with his shirt off and his hat slightly tilted back. His abs glistened in the light with smudges of dirt on them. He looked hot, even as dirty as he was you might of let him bend you over just like that.

Your eyes slowly followed him to the bathroom door praying he didn't close it behind him until he shut it. "Maybe I could use another shower too" You bit your lip, the image of him replaying in your head over and over.

By the time he'd he walked out the bathroom, you'd forgotten your whole interaction from earlier. But there was no way he could, it bugged him to the point where he couldn't stop thinking about it.

Nonetheless, Connie wasn't too big a fan of arguing, so he used another way to express his anger and frustration. A way that he knew you'd listen to him.

"C'mon over baby" He said patting his hand on his lap. And like a puppy you listened, sitting there straddling him as his right hand gripped your waist firmly.

Using his other he pulled you in for a kiss, starting off slowly just pecking your lips before shoving his tongue in. "Conn" You whined feeling his aggression. He swirled his tongue around yours, sucking on it. The sounds from the kiss were disgustingly wet, as the saliva exchange from your mouths leaving a trail behind.

"Ya wanna know something baby, l'm not a fan of attitudes, never have and never will be," He said rubbing his thumb on your lip, wiping the mess left over. Your brown doe eyes followed his movements, craving more than a simple kiss. The pulse between your thighs needed more than a simple kiss.

"So why would I accept one from the woman I love the most hmm?" He questioned staring his low grey eyes into yours. Your lips slightly parted to say something smart, but nothing came out.

"Cat got ya tongue? You were talking so much earlier why stop now?" He smiled crawling his hand up your thigh, feeling your slightly damp panties against himself. Connie was calm, too calm, to the point where it felt scary.

"But Connie I was hot, and tired, and sweaty and it was so much" You justified your actions, you didn't feel like you did anything wrong.

Your fingers began to play with his waistband before he snatched it away making you pout. His gaze lowered, feeling much more intimidating than before.

"I think I'll just have to make you understand your wrongs, it's fine everyone needs to be reminded sometimes". Without giving you time to think, he had you lying there bent over his lap, ass up with his left hand wrapped around your wrist.

His grip held you in place as his right grazed your cheek softly. His calloused hand lifted before harshly crashing back down on your ass.

The unexpected sting traveling throughout your body making you squirm and cry out.

"Fuckkk con!"

One.

"I was patient with you today, and you did nothing but sit there and complain" He spoke with a hint of annoyance in his voice.

"Connieee" You whimpered feeling the ache of his hand. "Aht Aht, don't start screaming my name unless you're sorry baby" Your face scrunched up, going quiet again.

"But I didn't even-" You were cut off by the harsh pain that landed on your cheek once again, making you hiss. This time the slap felt sharp, and the feeling was more pleasure than pain. His thumb grazed against your panties feeling the heartbeat before pressing down allowing you to drip onto him.

Two.

"As many times as l've told you to respect me as I do for you, you continue raising your damn voice at me" Connie's jaw tightened watching your body jerk. He was frustrated with you, but he was even more pissed watching how horny he was making you.

"This shit must turn you on huh?" He chuckled, his voice making your body twitch. He was right and gosh was it pathetic. The way your nipples were perked up, your swollen puffy clit, and the sticky mess between your thighs was all so embarrassing.

His hand raised once again landing another blow on your ass, this time closer to your pussy making your thighs tremble. "Connie I'm sorry fuck!" You moaned out loudly feeling your body quiver. His hand rubbed and soothed the pain away, ignoring your insincere pleas.

Three.

"Y'know, I hate when you open your pretty mouth to use such filthy words too, yet you still do it" You felt his glare in you, as if his eyes were burning through your skin.

And beneath your belly, he was hard. His dick poked and twitched, feeling every inch of him between the fabric that separated the two of you.

The outline of his print filling your brain with more unholy thoughts than it could fit.

"Baby m'sorryy" You needily apologized, desperate for him to touch you.

Connie's hands released your wrist, laying your body flat on the bed.

He smacks his lips listening to you, as if he didn't believe a word that left your mouth. He pushed your plush brown thighs back into your chest forcing them to press against your breast.

His fingers brushed over your clit, sending a quiver down your spine.

"Youn even know why you're sorry for real, you just want some dick" He rolled his eyes as he pushed your panties to the side. The breeze on your pussy making you whimper.

"Connie please" You were desperate, the longer he didn't touch you the more you needed him. His eyebrow arched as he pulled his cock out. It was pretty, the light tan he had, the way it curved to the right, and the length of it.

Gosh it was big.

Veins lightly popped out the side of it, and it wasn't just long enough but it was thick too.

"You talk so fucking much, baby" He muttered pressing his tip against your clit, his dick twitching hard as your pussy glistened in the light.

"With that mouth, youn even deserve this for real" He frowned before pushing himself in deeply, allowing himself to stretch your walls apart as much as he could. "Fuck!" You gasp knocking your head back.

Only for him to ram himself in you aggressively, his balls slapping against your pussy wetly as your slick covered him.

"What I tell you about talking like that" He growled, his hand wrapping around your throat forcing you to look at him. He thrusted harder making you cry out, your legs trembling. "Con- I can't take it please" You moaned feeling yourself clench around him.

"Oh m'gosh, that's the s-spot!" You screamed as his tip pressed against your g-spot. He had your back arched deeply and your arms clinched the sheets for dear life.

"Shit..." he breathed out. His eyes followed your breast, watching the up and down motion. Connie's fingers teased your nipples, rolling over them before slightly pinching them.

Squelching sounds filled up the room growing louder and louder. The pornographic moans keeping the room anything but silent.

"Please, Connie go slow" The feeling of pain and pleasure swirled together as he deepened himself picking up his pace. "Im-soo-close baby!" You breathed, eyes rolling back. Gosh did it feel good having him fuck you like a madman. The man who was usually slow and patient, ramming inside of your cunt releasing all his frustration

Until a sudden emptiness filled your body, realizing he had pulled out right before you could. cum. His dick twitched in his hand and it's your slick dripping down it. His tip was flushed, throbbing, and swollen as if it never wanted to come out.

"M'sorry baby please" You whined craving the feeling of him inside of you.

"Use your words baby, why are you sorry hmm?" His brows furrowed.

Connie knew you never believed you were wrong in anything, and it pissed him off more than anything. His tip teased against your hole begging to come inside, waiting for your answer.

"I was doing too much baby, i was being a bitch more no reason" You whined, your hand pressing on his chest as his finger rolled over your clit making anything you wanted to say ten times harder.

"Please connie i'm sorry for real this time i'll work on it" You were desperate, you needed him stretching you out again.

"Keep lying to yourself baby, we both know you weren't sorry when you walked back into this damn house" He lifted your thigh onto his shoulder as he aligned himself up with you.

Connie smirked pushing himself inside of you, this time thrusting with rhythm allowing you to feel every inch of him. "Y'feel so fucking good" He moaned, tightening his grip on your hips. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as your pussy clench around him, every thrust feeling more punishing.

His dick bulging through your stomach. Gosh he was whipped, the more he fucked you the deeper he wanted to be inside your pussy.

"Aht aht, Look at me when you cumming baby" Connie demanded.

And you did, your eye lashes fluttering at him looking into his as you slowly became more and more out of it. Your orgasm shooting through your body as you clenched down on him. Your thighs trembling uncontrollably as your breath heightened screaming his name.

Even after you had came his thrust never stopped, each one sounding louder and louder as your cum covered his dick. You were on such a high all you could do was mutter incoherent moans as he built your body up to its second orgasm.

"Con- so much... too much" You whined digging your nails deeper in his back. You dripped down his thighs, leaving a mess on the sheets. His dick twitched inside of you, letting you know he was about to cum.

Connie's breath brushed your ears, "Y-You feel so fucking amazing" He muttered as his breathing became more shallow. His strokes becoming longer and more passionate.

His dick slammed deep inside of you one last time, filling you up with ropes of his cum. Leaving between your thighs feeling warm and sticky. Even after he pulled out, your thighs continued to tremble, still feeling his shape inside of you, leaving your pussy swollen, puffy, and raw.

"I really fucking hate attitudes baby"

[nova2kss]

You’ll always come back to me

Pairing: Eren Yeager x Black!Reader (Y/N)

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, emotional manipulation, toxic behavior, possessive Eren, implied cheating, light choking, rough sex, some guilt on readers end.

The weather was practically perfect, the light rain tapping against the windows and the cool 2 story apartment was equivalent to y/n’s mood…perfect.

Y/N sat curled into the corner of her couch, oversized hoodie swallowing her frame, TV glowing with some reality show she wasn’t really watching as she was binge scrolling TikTok, The warmth of the evening she’d had still lingered on her skin from her earlier date. Dinner, laughter, forehead kisses. Her current boyfriend Elijah was everything she’d said she needed.

He was gentle. Respectful. Predictable in a way that made her feel safe; Elijah was everything her ex wasn’t.

So why did her stomach twist the moment her phone lit up? Because she knew only one person could be contacting her at this time of night.

EREN.

One missed call.

Then a text:

“Outside.”

Y/N stared at the message like it might burn through the screen. She hadn’t seen him in months, mostly cause she tried to avoid him after things got serious with her new boyfriend. She Hadn’t let him touch her, breathe her in, say those things that never meant anything but always felt like everything.

Although she did hook up with him a few times at the beginning stages of her and Elijah’s relationship, she would hopelessly convince herself that it meant nothing. That she was just doing it to relive pressure until she was ready for Elijah.

As she started at the missed call and message she wondered, should She should ignore it? Let it sit there? But her body moved before her brain could catch up.

She pulled the curtain back and peeked through the window. And there he was leaning against his blacked out hellcat rolling up a blunt in his usual black hoodie and and black AF1 sneakers. Hair tied back messy, chains glistening in the dark, jaw set hard, looking up like he could feel her watching.

Her heartbeat betrayed her first.

Then her hand.

Then the door swung open.

Eren didn’t speak when he stepped in. His eyes were glossy, tired but sharp. Y/n figured it was from the weed that lingered on his Nike tech. Those eyes raked over her slowly, drinking in every detail like she was water after a war. The silence between them was too thick to cut, charged with every word they never said and every memory their bodies still remembered.

“You shouldn’t be here,” you muttered, arms crossed.

He smirked faintly

“And yet you opened the door.”

You hated that. Hated how smug he sounded. How confident he always was that you’d come undone for him again. Like you were some well worn habit he could pick back up when the night got too lonely.

But oh how you missed him. Not that you would let him know that

“I’m seeing someone,” you said, a little louder now.

Eren’s head tilted with a smirk, clear as day he wasn’t taking you serious . “He’s the one who wears that cheap ass cologne?”

Your lips pressed into a line.

“Don’t worry,” he added, stepping closer, voice lower, “I’m not here to fight about him.”

You tried to back up, but his hand came up to cup your jaw. His thumb brushed along your cheek, his eyes searching yours like they still had some right to look so deep.

“You look good,” he said, quieter now. “Healthier. Softer.”

Eren’s mind race he couldn’t help but wonder if it’s because you weren’t with him anymore, or if this new person was making you happier than he ever could. He didn’t show it but that scared him.

Your breath hitched. “I told you not to come here anymore.”

“You said that before,” Eren replied, brushing his thumb across her bottom lip. “But you never mean it.”

Y/n looks at him as if she needs him to put out the fire that’s burning between her legs, the one he put there.

“Just kiss me EJ”

His lips crashed into yours with no further protest, The kiss was violent just like the history between you too.

Eren pushed your back into the wall, hands sliding beneath the you were wearing hoodie to grip your waist, you thighs.

He lifted you so easily, so naturally, your legs wrapping around his hips, pressing his body between yours like he was trying to fit inside your skin.

“You’ve been fucking him in our bed?” he asked, voice thick, laced with some underlying anger

He huffed at your response and carried you to the couch.

He pulled your panties to the side, he didn’t have enough patience to remove them. His fingers found their way into you. You moaned so loud feeling the familiar stretch Eren’s fast, skilled, focused, like he’d memorized every reaction you give him before and was hell-bent on dragging it back out of you for him.

“You miss me?” he muttered against her throat. “This pussy did. She’s soaking.”

“Shut up, Eren—” it’s a choked sob, she couldn’t even argue right now if she wanted to.

“Why mhm? You want him to hear you moan from his spot on the pillow?”

And when he dropped to his knees between her thighs, she completely lost the ability to argue.

It was pathetic how the gushiness of your pussy and eren slurping it like his life depended on it, was the only thing that could be heard on the walls of your apartment

His mouth was relentless licking, sucking, teasing her clit with the tip of his tongue while his fingers stroked her slowly from the inside. Y/N’s head fell back, a sob of pleasure escaping her throat as Her legs trembled.

With quickness your body started to ooze that creamy goodness around his fingers making him even more cocky than he deserved to be.

“Can’t even stay mad long, can you?” Eren murmured. “Your body’s still mine.”

You hated how true it felt.

Y/N didn’t realize how quickly it escalated one second telling him to leave, the next her back slammed against the wall with a soft thud, Eren’s mouth on her neck, his body pressing into hers like he was trying to fuse them together.

Y/n couldn’t help but to keep cumming at his words, after all he knew her body the best

“Still so fuckin sweet” she could barely fathom what he was saying. She bit her lip hard, trying not to give him the satisfaction of hearing her fall apart, but Eren was relentless. He sucked harder, faster, moaning into her like he got off on her reactions.

“Fuck—Eren…!”

Her hand gripped the back of his head, curls twisting around her fingers as her thighs trembled on either side of his face. He didn’t stop until her back arched off the couch, breath ragged, thighs trying to close around him. He liked when she got overwhelmed, it meant he was doing it right.

“Yes baby yes mhmmcumminggg”

And he sure as hell slurped up all your nut with pleasure.

He pulled away just long enough to wipe his mouth with the back of his hand, eyes dark and pupils blown wide, looking at your fucked our face with that stupid ass smirk.

Only Eren could give you that much of a toe curling orgasm after swearing you hate him. He just knows how to suck you right back in where he wants you every time.

Unfortunately he just felt like being petty towards you today as he freed himself from his sweats

“That other boy getchu like this?”

He leaned over her, dragging the head of his cock through her folds.

Eren was face to face giving her soft kisses as she whimpered against him; it was almost too late to fight the temptation.

Eren’s voice is so condescending, almost mockingly as he taps the head of his dick against your sensitive bud “Bet he’s so soft. Gentle. Ain’t never had you crying like I do.”

Without warning He pushed in, it was slow and deep, the thickness of his dick stretched you out until your mouth dropped open and her eyes squeezed shut. Eren gives you no time to adjust, Just set a pace that was rough, steady, and mean.

His hand unknowingly wraps around your throat, Skin clapping against skin. The hoodie you wore riding up and most of the clothes discarded. just enough to ruin you, like always.

He rested his his head on your shoulder by your head letting out his pussy drunk rambles

“F-fuckkk baby I missed this”

“I missed my pussy so much ma”

“I know you missed your dick”

“Tell me it’s mine mama”

Y/n was dickmatized.. but not dickmatized enough to not put up a fight.

You shake your head

“Mhm mhm”

You. Are. Mine,” he grunted with each thrust. “Say it.”

“N-no ah shi-“ you whimpered

Eren pulls your leg higher, pushing deeper, tightening his grip on your throat

“Say. It.”

Your facade was melting fast, you still attempted to put up a fight. Before you could even get the next no out he thrusted harder sensing your reluctance he fucked you harder.

He was gonna coax it outta you, his voice softened with his thrust, he somehow got deeper than he already along with the steady eye contact that held, love? Hate? Lust?? You couldn’t tell what was in both of your eyes that was making you melt under him.

“Tell me baby whose pussy is this”

Y/N moaned through her teeth, jaw shaking. “It’s yours, Eren. Fuck—it’s yours!”

That smug, dangerous smirk returned.

“That’s what I thought.”

He was so evil to you and you fell for his dumb little trap every time.

He fucked you like he was trying to erase every memory of another man. Pulling your hair. Biting your shoulder. He Hit that spot so good you felt tears brimming behind your eyes. You were a mess under him. breathless, raw, babbling things you couldn’t possibly mean just to make him stay like this a little longer, just to make you feel like this a little longer.

And when you came came again it was loud, broken, legs twitching, soul crushing.. but he didn’t stop.

He continued to thrust in your his beaten up pussy

He chased his own release with short, brutal thrusts, burying himself fully with a deep groan. He came hard, holding your hips in place, leaving bite marks and bruises like a signature.

Neither of them moved right away.

You laid there exposed, overstimulated, lips parted and chest rising fast. Eren kissed her cheek, her neck, her collarbone soft, almost sweet as if he were trying to make up for the fact that he just destroyed you in a way no man could.

For a moment your mind runs back to Elijah and your heart drops thinking of how he would feel if he ever found out about this. Your thoughts are interrupted by Eren’s kisses against your flushed skin stop.

“Still trying to pretend you’re over me?” he whispered.

You don’t answer

Because the truth was written all over your skin.

A/n: Ekkkkk!! This is probably the best fic I’ve ever written and I’m so proud of it

I had so much fun writing this I was kicking my feet whole time.

Thinking about making this into a series just lmk what you guys think

I love toxic eren x reader

[nova2kss]

You’ll always come back to me

Pairing: Eren Yeager x Black!Reader (Y/N)

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, emotional manipulation, toxic behavior, possessive Eren, implied cheating, light choking, rough sex, some guilt on readers end.

The weather was practically perfect, the light rain tapping against the windows and the cool 2 story apartment was equivalent to y/n’s mood…perfect.

Y/N sat curled into the corner of her couch, oversized hoodie swallowing her frame, TV glowing with some reality show she wasn’t really watching as she was binge scrolling TikTok, The warmth of the evening she’d had still lingered on her skin from her earlier date. Dinner, laughter, forehead kisses. Her current boyfriend Elijah was everything she’d said she needed.

He was gentle. Respectful. Predictable in a way that made her feel safe; Elijah was everything her ex wasn’t.

So why did her stomach twist the moment her phone lit up? Because she knew only one person could be contacting her at this time of night.

EREN.

One missed call.

Then a text:

“Outside.”

Y/N stared at the message like it might burn through the screen. She hadn’t seen him in months, mostly cause she tried to avoid him after things got serious with her new boyfriend. She Hadn’t let him touch her, breathe her in, say those things that never meant anything but always felt like everything.

Although she did hook up with him a few times at the beginning stages of her and Elijah’s relationship, she would hopelessly convince herself that it meant nothing. That she was just doing it to relive pressure until she was ready for Elijah.

As she started at the missed call and message she wondered, should She should ignore it? Let it sit there? But her body moved before her brain could catch up.

She pulled the curtain back and peeked through the window. And there he was leaning against his blacked out hellcat rolling up a blunt in his usual black hoodie and and black AF1 sneakers. Hair tied back messy, chains glistening in the dark, jaw set hard, looking up like he could feel her watching.

Her heartbeat betrayed her first.

Then her hand.

Then the door swung open.

Eren didn’t speak when he stepped in. His eyes were glossy, tired but sharp. Y/n figured it was from the weed that lingered on his Nike tech. Those eyes raked over her slowly, drinking in every detail like she was water after a war. The silence between them was too thick to cut, charged with every word they never said and every memory their bodies still remembered.

“You shouldn’t be here,” you muttered, arms crossed.

He smirked faintly

“And yet you opened the door.”

You hated that. Hated how smug he sounded. How confident he always was that you’d come undone for him again. Like you were some well worn habit he could pick back up when the night got too lonely.

But oh how you missed him. Not that you would let him know that

“I’m seeing someone,” you said, a little louder now.

Eren’s head tilted with a smirk, clear as day he wasn’t taking you serious . “He’s the one who wears that cheap ass cologne?”

Your lips pressed into a line.

“Don’t worry,” he added, stepping closer, voice lower, “I’m not here to fight about him.”

You tried to back up, but his hand came up to cup your jaw. His thumb brushed along your cheek, his eyes searching yours like they still had some right to look so deep.

“You look good,” he said, quieter now. “Healthier. Softer.”

Eren’s mind race he couldn’t help but wonder if it’s because you weren’t with him anymore, or if this new person was making you happier than he ever could. He didn’t show it but that scared him.

Your breath hitched. “I told you not to come here anymore.”

“You said that before,” Eren replied, brushing his thumb across her bottom lip. “But you never mean it.”

Y/n looks at him as if she needs him to put out the fire that’s burning between her legs, the one he put there.

“Just kiss me EJ”

His lips crashed into yours with no further protest, The kiss was violent just like the history between you too.

Eren pushed your back into the wall, hands sliding beneath the you were wearing hoodie to grip your waist, you thighs.

He lifted you so easily, so naturally, your legs wrapping around his hips, pressing his body between yours like he was trying to fit inside your skin.

“You’ve been fucking him in our bed?” he asked, voice thick, laced with some underlying anger

He huffed at your response and carried you to the couch.

He pulled your panties to the side, he didn’t have enough patience to remove them. His fingers found their way into you. You moaned so loud feeling the familiar stretch Eren’s fast, skilled, focused, like he’d memorized every reaction you give him before and was hell-bent on dragging it back out of you for him.

“You miss me?” he muttered against her throat. “This pussy did. She’s soaking.”

“Shut up, Eren—” it’s a choked sob, she couldn’t even argue right now if she wanted to.

“Why mhm? You want him to hear you moan from his spot on the pillow?”

And when he dropped to his knees between her thighs, she completely lost the ability to argue.

It was pathetic how the gushiness of your pussy and eren slurping it like his life depended on it, was the only thing that could be heard on the walls of your apartment

His mouth was relentless licking, sucking, teasing her clit with the tip of his tongue while his fingers stroked her slowly from the inside. Y/N’s head fell back, a sob of pleasure escaping her throat as Her legs trembled.

With quickness your body started to ooze that creamy goodness around his fingers making him even more cocky than he deserved to be.

“Can’t even stay mad long, can you?” Eren murmured. “Your body’s still mine.”

You hated how true it felt.

Y/N didn’t realize how quickly it escalated one second telling him to leave, the next her back slammed against the wall with a soft thud, Eren’s mouth on her neck, his body pressing into hers like he was trying to fuse them together.

Y/n couldn’t help but to keep cumming at his words, after all he knew her body the best

“Still so fuckin sweet” she could barely fathom what he was saying. She bit her lip hard, trying not to give him the satisfaction of hearing her fall apart, but Eren was relentless. He sucked harder, faster, moaning into her like he got off on her reactions.

“Fuck—Eren…!”

Her hand gripped the back of his head, curls twisting around her fingers as her thighs trembled on either side of his face. He didn’t stop until her back arched off the couch, breath ragged, thighs trying to close around him. He liked when she got overwhelmed, it meant he was doing it right.

“Yes baby yes mhmmcumminggg”

And he sure as hell slurped up all your nut with pleasure.

He pulled away just long enough to wipe his mouth with the back of his hand, eyes dark and pupils blown wide, looking at your fucked our face with that stupid ass smirk.

Only Eren could give you that much of a toe curling orgasm after swearing you hate him. He just knows how to suck you right back in where he wants you every time.

Unfortunately he just felt like being petty towards you today as he freed himself from his sweats

“That other boy getchu like this?”

He leaned over her, dragging the head of his cock through her folds.

Eren was face to face giving her soft kisses as she whimpered against him; it was almost too late to fight the temptation.

Eren’s voice is so condescending, almost mockingly as he taps the head of his dick against your sensitive bud “Bet he’s so soft. Gentle. Ain’t never had you crying like I do.”

Without warning He pushed in, it was slow and deep, the thickness of his dick stretched you out until your mouth dropped open and her eyes squeezed shut. Eren gives you no time to adjust, Just set a pace that was rough, steady, and mean.

His hand unknowingly wraps around your throat, Skin clapping against skin. The hoodie you wore riding up and most of the clothes discarded. just enough to ruin you, like always.

He rested his his head on your shoulder by your head letting out his pussy drunk rambles

“F-fuckkk baby I missed this”

“I missed my pussy so much ma”

“I know you missed your dick”

“Tell me it’s mine mama”

Y/n was dickmatized.. but not dickmatized enough to not put up a fight.

You shake your head

“Mhm mhm”

You. Are. Mine,” he grunted with each thrust. “Say it.”

“N-no ah shi-“ you whimpered

Eren pulls your leg higher, pushing deeper, tightening his grip on your throat

“Say. It.”

Your facade was melting fast, you still attempted to put up a fight. Before you could even get the next no out he thrusted harder sensing your reluctance he fucked you harder.

He was gonna coax it outta you, his voice softened with his thrust, he somehow got deeper than he already along with the steady eye contact that held, love? Hate? Lust?? You couldn’t tell what was in both of your eyes that was making you melt under him.

“Tell me baby whose pussy is this”

Y/N moaned through her teeth, jaw shaking. “It’s yours, Eren. Fuck—it’s yours!”

That smug, dangerous smirk returned.

“That’s what I thought.”

He was so evil to you and you fell for his dumb little trap every time.

He fucked you like he was trying to erase every memory of another man. Pulling your hair. Biting your shoulder. He Hit that spot so good you felt tears brimming behind your eyes. You were a mess under him. breathless, raw, babbling things you couldn’t possibly mean just to make him stay like this a little longer, just to make you feel like this a little longer.

And when you came came again it was loud, broken, legs twitching, soul crushing.. but he didn’t stop.

He continued to thrust in your his beaten up pussy

He chased his own release with short, brutal thrusts, burying himself fully with a deep groan. He came hard, holding your hips in place, leaving bite marks and bruises like a signature.

Neither of them moved right away.

You laid there exposed, overstimulated, lips parted and chest rising fast. Eren kissed her cheek, her neck, her collarbone soft, almost sweet as if he were trying to make up for the fact that he just destroyed you in a way no man could.

For a moment your mind runs back to Elijah and your heart drops thinking of how he would feel if he ever found out about this. Your thoughts are interrupted by Eren’s kisses against your flushed skin stop.

“Still trying to pretend you’re over me?” he whispered.

You don’t answer

Because the truth was written all over your skin.

A/n: Ekkkkk!! This is probably the best fic I’ve ever written and I’m so proud of it

I had so much fun writing this I was kicking my feet whole time.

Thinking about making this into a series just lmk what you guys think

I love toxic eren x reader

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₊ ⊹⋅˚₊‧ summer favs!!!! (my favorite works pt. 3) ‧₊˚ ⋅⊹₊ ⋆

i’ve been so bored this summer so I hope that this will spice your summer up 😛

notice!!! I did not write any of these of these works! I tagged the respective writers next to each one. I really enjoyed reading them and want to share these stories. Please follow these writers and support them for the great work that they continuously write! - angietherula

attack on titan

connie

angeleyes @shawtuzi

miss you @mirathescientist

eren

richboyclient!eren @cindol

carnal @swytdoll

lipstick @shawtuzi

free use w/ roommate!eren @chrollohearttags

bestfriend!eren @shawtuzi

sugar @st4rbwrry

erwin

big papi erwin @nydascienceguy

onyankopon

icarus @todosdream

cocoa butter kisses @st4rbwrry

gamer girlz @thecoochiefairy

reiner

keeper! @pinkmirth

fuck me like you missed me, daddy @wintrrxxo

jujutsu kaisen

toji

oh to love and be loved @tojisteddy

d1athlete!toji @garden0fyves

fuckin problems @shaguro

dad’s best friend @wintrrxxo

bulking toji @swytdoll

baecation w/ toji @nydascienceguy

nanami

husband nanami @holeforzenin

satoru

baker!gf @shawtuzi

pussy got power @satorena

sucky sucky @thecoochiefairy

sukuna

love thy neighbor ii @chrollohearttags

protectivebf!sukuna @kisssukuna33

call of duty

simon “ghost” riley

oral fixation @missduval

ruthless @tojisteddy

II hands ll heaven @tojisteddy

forfeit @tojisteddy

john price

ditzy!reader @tojisteddy

bleach

kenpachi

sugardaddy!kenpachi @wintrrxxo

kensei

biting and edging @wintrrxxo

kisuke

olderbf!kisuke @empathicliar

shunsui

yellow dress @eiflawriting

misc

good good girl (armin & connie) @arminzblackbimbo

sticky!sticky!sticky! (eren & suguru) @shawtuzi

college is a bitch; but you got this (jason todd) @mtcloudsworld

just try @dollyfetti

!!! if you're tagged here and want 2 be removed, pls let me know ♡

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If nicolandria wins love island im writing the sluttiest longest eren fic I’ve ever written

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Literally got my mom to vote LMFAOAO

Hey guys do me a favor really quick and download the love island app

Vote for the doll

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Hey guys do me a favor really quick and download the love island app

Vote for the doll

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꣑ৎ 𝐉𝐉𝐊 𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒

note: make sure your twitter is up and running smoothly and there's no one beside you ofc. if the links stop working i won't be updating

satoru gojo: how he sounds

☆ favourite type of foreplay

☆ when you cook him his favourite food

☆ he couldn't wait 'till you got home

nanami kento: how he sounds

☆ loves being welcomed home like this

☆ looked like it needed the attention

☆ how he spends his off days

suguru geto: how he sounds

☆ loves to spend his morning fingering you

☆ he couldn't resist. they just look so pretty

☆ he wants to go at it for hours

toji fushiguro: how he sounds

☆ he loves to see you spread out like that for him

☆ favourite dessert after dinner

☆ your pyjamas just looked so adorable

sukuna ryomen: how he sounds

☆ punishing you just because he can

☆ he's feelin' nice today

☆ be a good girl and scream his name

choso kamo: how he sounds

☆ he comes home after such a long and tiring day

☆ the movie's long forgotten

☆ promised he was only gonna hold your hand

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just had the realization of a lifetime, Xavier Legette is literally country boy ony and there’s no convincing me otherwise

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Wow I didn’t even know this

I will NEVER let ppl forget that Brad Pitt terrorised and beat Angelina Jolie and their kids so bad on a plane ride that a report was filed by the FBI with multiple witnesses. And I will never forget that Angelina Jolie filed for divorce from him almost immediately after that incident in 2016 and it wasn't until THIS YEAR that Pitt agreed to it after ALMOST A DECADE of dragging her and their kids through bullshit defamation court proceedings. But you'd never know because that fucker is everywhere with his fake racecar movie and shitty cheek fillers and everyone just eats it up. So many people warned that the Depp v Heard case would light the way for famous abusers to be rehabilitated in the public eye and it did. It proved to abusers that they don't even need to be sorry or acknowledge what they did they can just keep showing up, smear their victims behind the scenes with astro turfing and let the fans and industry do the rest. brad pitt, Kevin Spacey, James Franco, Ezra Miller, Johnny Depp etc. all of them are thriving in the spotlight rn and being invited to major industry events and even winning awards despite documented incidents of abuse. It's so fucking depressing.

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so fucking hottttt

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i’m deciding that olandria and nic are gonna win this season yall

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PT

2 NOW😡

unforgettable ! e.yeager & a.arlert

"she left her man at home... she don't love him no more..." eren x black!fem reader x armin

warnings: smut! mdni, toxic relationships, cursing, drinking, smoking, mentions of cheating, cheating, mentions of sexual acts, very mild praising, etc. NOT PROOFREAD YET

part 1. next part here.

if you were asked to describe the relationship between you and eren, you would say it was perfect.

he's your boyfriend, he loves you, and you love him.

at least that's what you'd say.

to the naked eye, your relationship was just perfect. everyone knew you were together, everyone wants to take your spot, everyone wanted to take his spot.

no one ever did.

when it came down to eren, he knew how hard he could make things between you two, and some times he made things hard just for the fun of it, because he knew that later on, he could fuck the attitude right out of you.

but sometimes, you pisses eren off too, and he told his friends about his relationship problems just as you did.

you love eren and eren loves you. probably too much. because you take each others bullshit entirely too much.

"and the hoes, and the bitches, and the sluts that you constantly try to make me jealous with? fuck them hoes, eren. and fuck you." you frowned, sipping from your margarita as eren drove to the party hosted by none other than you guys' friend, jean.

you and eren relationship was the definition of a wolf in sheep's clothing.

"for the last fuckin time, I dont try to make you jealous wit no bitches. you just..." eren sat back in his seat with one hand on the steering wheel, hair pulled back into a messy half up half down.

"im just what?"

he only shook his head and stared out the window with an annoyed expression.

"you know I love you, ion know why you think im cheating wit a bitch all the time." eren glanced at you with a slight frown.

"because that's all you do!" you threw your hands up, forgetting the margarita was in it, and accidentally throwing some of the drink on the window.

eren stopped at the red light and took his hand off the wheel, staring at you with a sigh. "baby, calm down."

"you calm down."

"I promise you im calm."

you watched at the drink slowly rolled down the window, sipping the rest out of your bottle. "you make me sick."

eren pressed his lips together for a second before turning on the road where jeans house was. "right."

he put the car in park and turned it off, exhaling. "go in, I can clean that shit up." he pointed to the window on your side of his car. you didn't get out and you put the drink in the cup holder, crossing your arms.

"I just wanna hear the truth. she texted me saying you was at her house last night. funny, because last night you told me you went out to go deal."

"and I did." eren pat his thighs. "what else you want from me?"

"I need you to tell the truth."

eren sighed and looked you in the eyes. "I went to deal, and I came back home. I told you that girl old news. she just jealous im wit you. that's it that's all." he gave you a quick kiss as you stared at him, wondering if you should believe him or not.

"okay." you mumbled, opening the now sticky car door and stepping out. you closed the door behind you and walked towards the entrance of the house, the loud beats of the music pulsing through your hands as you grabbed the door handle and opened the door.

this wasn't your first time going to a party of jean's, it was actually occasional that you'd come out. but when you did, you always went to the usual spot.

"y/nnnnn, long see no time!" ony held his arms out, giving you a big hug. "hey, I know." you laughed and poured yourself a drink from the kitchen table.

"girl, you aint been out in forever. we been waiting for you!" sasha smiled, holding her cup out for another drink. as you poured hers in, you smiled and nodded.

"life been life-ing" you rolled your eyes, and sasha knew exactly what you were talking about. she's the one you'd talk to the most about eren and the shit he did.

"y'know what? I say you drink his ass away, and get em off your mind tonight."

before you could even agree, you heard a loud "ayeeeee!" from the crowd of people.

rolling your eyes and sitting your cup down, you already knew eren had just walked in. as everyone cheered, for whatever reason, you were suddenly lifted off the ground and tossed over his shoulder.

eren covered your ass with his hand, because your outfit was already revealing enough as it is, and spun you around as everyone yelled your names.

"boy put me down!" you yelled over all the voices, making eren laugh and put you back on your feet.

he grabbed your waist and your cup, holding it up as everyone continued to scream and cheer, and took a big sip from it, kissing you right after.

he was really the favorite of everyone, no doubt, and you just shook your head, cant help but to smile and grab your drink and distance yourself from all the noise. because gosh, they were loud.

so you decided to go outside, rolling your eyes and fixing your skirt.

what a show off he was.

outside the house is where most guests smoked and got In the pool. you stood near the side of the house, checking your phone and pulling up your camera to fix your hair.

"y/n?"

hearing your name being called, you looked up to see none other than armin. "hey armin" you waved and smiled, giving him a quick side hug.

you and armin weren't really close, he was closer to eren than you if you were being completely honest. they were childhood friends, so their bond was tight from your perspective.

"you not wit eren tonight?" he asked placing his blunt between his lips and inhaling.

you put your phone in your skirt and sighed softly, shaking your head. "too much attention and commotion in there. and he pissed me off earlier." you said, turning your attention toward armin.

he wore a white tee with grey sweatpants, really simple since he wasnt the type to dress up for things.

he only hummed and pulled his blunt from his lips, letting the smoke out through his nose. he was probably more of a stoner than anyone else in the group.

"you looked like you was havin fun." he looked back at you.

in all realness, the only reason he made eye contact was to stop himself from looking at your body. but he kind of towered over you, so that was the last thing on your mind.

you looked at the ground. "that's how it seem, aint it?"

"yep."

you looked back at armin as he looked at the people jumping and running around the pool just a distance away from you two.

you saw as he ran his tongue over his bottom lip and hit his blunt again. his eyes reflected nicely off the lights coming from around the house, and his hair blew with the warm summer wind.

"wanna hit?"

oh yes.

"hit what?" you continued to scan him before realizing he was passing you the blunt. "o-oh" you laughed a little, grabbing the blunt from his finger tips.

"I got lipgloss on, though." you looked back at him.

"ill live."

you shrugged and took a long puff, exhaling and leaning your back against the wall, just like armin did.

he looked at you, your hair, your face, your shoulders, and on down.

and fuck, he couldn't help but bite his lip.

"aye... why you let eren treat you like that?"

you passed him the blunt and took a sip from your cup. "like what?"

"like you dont matter or sum. like you not his girlfriend."

frowning a little, you looked at him. "he be telling you stuff? about our relationship?"

armin tilted his head side to side, "you know... from time to time. I just dont know what you let him treat you like shit." he mumbled, already knowing you'd have something to say to defend eren.

and that's what he hated the most.

if he was anybody else, you would've told him he didn't know anything about you and erens relationship, and to stop giving his opinion on it.

but he was erens best friend.

he probably knew more about eren than you did, and that's what you thought about the most in that small moment of trying to excuse his actions.

"I love him." was all you could say.

"don't mean you cant find better." armin looked back at you, right in your eyes.

it felt deeper than when eren looked you in the eyes. and you knew it was wrong to think about, let alone consider, but you knew eren was so damn bad for you, you couldn't help but think, 'I wanna fuck you so bad.'

and its like he could read your mind, because as soon as you thought it, armin's eyes trailed to your lips.

you dont know exactly how it happened, but after a few more drinks, and a couple more blunts, you were in the back of armins car, getting fucked like you never got fucked before.

"armin... fuck..." you moaned into his ear. armins pants and breaths turned you on even more.

and the way you gripped his dick? he was almost jealous that eren was hitting it every night.

armins grip on your hips remained as the wet sounds filled the car.

thank god for tinted windows.

"you're... its too big..." you whined, making armin look up at you, as you rode him. he didn't even respond, he just grabbed you by the back of your neck and pulled you down to kiss you, thrusting deeper with every moan that escaped your lips.

"its okay, you're a big girl. you can take it." armin whispered in your ear. "if you cant, 's gonna be harder. you don't want me to take control... do you?" armin spoke through grunts and soft moans,

you quickly shook your head 'no' and placed your hands on the driver and passenger seat to hold yourself up.

"ah... fuck!" you moaned, opening your eyes as you felt yourself slowly reaching your limit.

"come on, you got it." armin bit his lip whilst smiling.

as soon as he said that, you felt yourself start to shake, gripping him tighter than before.

armin threw his head back, raising you off of him and rubbing his you-soaked dick, cumming right on your "pretty pussy.." he whispered, licking his lips.

you caught your breath, watching his desperate face as he finished on you.

he reached over to grab tissues from the floor of the back seat, cleaning you up nicely and fixing your underwear.

as you both fixed yourself, you got off of him and sat beside him. you couldn't do anything but smile at the moment.

"this feels wrong."

armin clicked his tongue and raised his eyebrows with a shrug. "well, it is. I just fucked my best friends girl."

you playfully hit his shoulder and laughed. "don't say that!"

armin laughed softly and cleared his throat.

"I guess you gotta go back to yo... boyfriend?"

you softly smiled and nodded.

armin looked at you with a sweet look and tilted his head. "one more kiss? for the road?"

you giggled, leaning over to give armin one more kiss on the cheek before turning to open the car door. "ill see you later, armin."

armin stared at you as you closed the door, before exhaling.

"definitely."

p2? lmk.

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🍸 welcome back to solè’s bar 🍸

tonight’s special: eren yeager, unfinished business, & your back against his bathroom mirror.

→ eren yeager x black!reader

→ smut | exes to ??? | modern au | you and eren doing shit you’re not supposed to

→ tags: f!reader, oral (f receiving), mirror sex, unprotected sex, creampie, jealousy, possessiveness, dirty talk

༺☆༻

the music is loud. like, bass-in-your-throat loud.

the kind of loud that makes your drink ripple in your cup as you sway to the beat with your girls.

tonight’s been fun. niyah dragged you out, mikasa found a table, the bartender gave you a free shot just for smiling.

life is good.

your relationship’s been steady, solid. no complaints. your boyfriend’s sweet, consistent, got his shit together.

and you? you’re glowing. you’re soft and happy and trying not to think too hard about anything.

“okay, we gotta move,” niyah calls out over the music, fanning herself dramatically.

“sasha said there’s an afterparty like five minutes from here,” mikasa adds, already standing and reaching for her purse.

you glance around. “where’s sasha at now?”

“she said she was coming right back,” niyah says. “that was like ten minutes ago.”

you pull your phone out. call. no answer.

call again. voicemail.

you frown, looking toward the upstairs hallway. “i’ll go check for her upstairs. maybe she went to the bathroom or somethin’.”

“we’ll come with you,” mikasa offers, already starting to follow.

you shake your head, already stepping away. “nah, it’s fine. it’ll be faster if i go alone. plus… i know my way around here.”

you walk past bodies pressed against the walls, pass the kitchen with the sticky floor, head up the creaky stairs that’ve stayed the same since the last time.

you keep going, past the second-floor hallway, down toward the last door at the end.

you see the bathroom light glowing under the door. it’s cracked open.

“sasha?” you call softly, stepping closer.

you nudge the door open and your whole body just… stills.

your heart drops.

shit.

it’s not sasha.

it’s him.

eren.

your ex.

he’s shirtless. sweat-damp hair, jaw tight, tattoos peeking down his arms and across his chest like they never left your memory.

he’s leaned over the sink, eyes flickering up to meet yours in the mirror like he’s been expecting you.

your breath catches and you swear the whole house goes silent in your ears.

he blinks, slow, then turns around to face you fully.

“…hey.”

fuck.

it’s like your mind just… drifts. naturally.

right into memory lane.

you and eren had been together since high school.

the golden couple. the blueprint. the ones people pointed to and whispered soulmates.

and in the beginning? you really believed it.

you two were so in love. inseparable. always touching, always whispering to each other, always riding for one another.

but somewhere along the way, shit just… shifted.

the fights started small, then turned into full-blown arguments.

you were on and off so many times you lost track.

people stopped asking if y’all were still together because nobody ever really knew.

until eventually, you called it quits. for real.

now you’re with your boyfriend.

he’s sweet. stable. treats you right.

you’re not unhappy.

you’ve convinced yourself you’re happy.

but as you stand here, face-to-face with eren—shirtless, hair a little longer, tattoos you don’t recognize licking down his ribs, his sweat-slick chest rising and falling slow

your heart does that annoying little skip.

you scan him arms flexed, pants slung low, a hint of that deep v-cut on his hips, a little trail of curls leading down to that bi—

whoa.

okay, reel it in.

you blink, shake your head a little.

were you just… eye-fucking your ex?

girl. please.

is that cheating? probably not.

but why the hell does he still look so good?

your eyes meet.

his are calm.

soft.

dangerous.

you swear you feel the room tilt just a little.

his lips move. he’s talking to you.

you’re not even listening.

“are you done staring?” he says, voice low, teasing.

your mouth opens, but you’re still looking at him.

oh.

he’s talking to you.

“oh—yeah. um… sorry. have you seen sasha?”

“no,” he says, “but how’ve you been?”

god, the nerve.

“i’m good,” you reply, turning toward the hallway.

he steps behind you.

slams the door shut.

“baby, where you going?”

curse that stupid pet name and what it does to you.

you freeze. “eren, i can’t do this with you right now.”

your voice is calm. too calm.

you’re looking at him.

and suddenly, it’s like everything crashes back at once.

the late-night drives.

the yelling matches.

the slow kisses in the back of his car.

the way he always looked at you like you were the only person in the room.

the breakup.

the heartbreak.

the silence.

“just let me talk to you,” he says.

“eren—”

“five minutes,” he pleads. “just five.”

you sigh. “fine.”

he steps back, arms folded, leaning against the sink like he’s trying not to look too eager.

“i just wanna catch up with my favorite girl.”

your heart flutters.

you shove it down like it means nothing.

“boy, get on with what you wanna tell me.”

he shrugs. “how you been?”

“good.”

“that’s good. how’s college treatin’ you?”

“it’s fine.”

“how’s your sister?”

“she’s cool. she still asks about you.”

he smirks. “how’s your little boyfriend?”

there it is.

you don’t respond right away.

“he’s… great,” you say, but even you don’t believe it.

eren raises a brow. “yeah?”

“yeah.”

“so how’s the relationship?” he asks, real casual.

you hesitate. just a second too long.

“it’s good.”

“mm.” he hums.

but he doesn’t say anything else. just looks at you.

you try again. “it’s good. like… really good.”

he leans forward, slow. “you don’t sound convinced.”

your mouth opens, then closes.

why is your heart racing like this?

“my relationship is great.”

he nods, but the look on his face?

it says sure, baby.

and now your thoughts are racing.

like, okay. your relationship is good.

he’s a good guy. he does everything right.

but… you’ve never felt like this.

not the way eren’s always made you feel

like he could set your whole world on fire with just one look.

and now he’s looking at you like he’s thinking the exact same thing.

eren’s mind is racing.

he never thought he’d get the chance to be this close to you again.

talk to you.

hear your voice.

yeah, sure you both go to the same college.

he’s seen you around.

at a distance.

in passing.

but you always looked straight ahead, never once turning your head to look his way.

and he got it.

he couldn’t blame you.

but still

he never stopped looking.

and now?

you’re right here.

standing in front of him.

goddess braids flowing down your back, honey blonde catching the bathroom light just right.

that color always looked good on you made your skin glow like it was kissed by the sun itself.

he swears you look even more beautiful than you did the last time he saw you.

if that’s even possible.

how the fuck is that even possible?

his eyes drop

to your pretty brown eyes, the ones that used to roll when he made you laugh.

to those soft, full lips he used to kiss like they were his last meal.

to the tiny necklace resting on your collarbone the one he bought you back when shit still felt good.

his gaze trails lower, slow.

he shouldn’t.

but he does.

your outfit hugs every part of you just right.

he can see the curve of your waist, the swell of your hips, the thighs he used to fall asleep between.

those thighs he swore were made to suffocate him.

he shouldn’t be thinking like that.

but here he is.

god, he misses you.

he misses everything.

the sound of your voice in the morning.

the way you’d always throw your leg over his in your sleep.

how you’d pout when you were mad at him but couldn’t stay mad for long.

he misses the soft moments.

he misses the loud ones too.

he misses you.

he can’t believe someone else gets to call you theirs now.

some random ass dude gets to touch you, hold you, listen to you laugh, wake up to you in the morning.

some other man gets to see you smile like that.

he wants to hit something just thinking about it.

and the worst part?

he can’t even be mad.

he’s the one that fucked up.

he’s the reason things ended the way they did.

he was reckless, impulsive.

he said things he didn’t mean, left when he should’ve stayed.

he took for granted what the two of you had.

what you gave him.

and now here you are same girl, whole new glow.

stronger.

prettier.

happier.

or at least, that’s what you’re trying to convince him of.

he can’t stop staring.

and when your eyes finally meet his

it hits him in the chest like a brick.

goddamn.

you’re right there.

close enough to touch.

close enough to ruin all over again.

he wants to say something.

something real.

please come back.

i miss you.

i never stopped loving you.

but his mouth won’t move.

his heart is too busy slamming against his ribs.

you stare at him

“why are you shirtless”“oh. alcohol got spilled on my shirt. why? am i making you nervous?”“eren please.” you roll your eyes.

he laughs a little under his breath, shaking his head like he knows something you don’t.

“you look nervous. like old times.”

“boy, please,” you mutter, crossing your arms. “this ain’t that.”

“nah, i know. you got somebody now,” he says. “you happy?”

“what kind of question—”

“it’s a yes or no.”

you pause. “yes.”

“right.”

he nods like he believes you. but the silence says otherwise.

you shift your weight, already regretting even walking in here.

“eren, don’t do this.”

“do what?” he steps closer, low and calm but firm. “ask about the guy who gets to call you his now? the guy you let hold you at night? the guy you let kiss that smartass mouth?”

“you don’t get to be mad. we broke up.”

“we broke up?” he repeats it, a scoff escaping. “nah, you walked away.”

your jaw tightens. “and you gave me every reason to.”

his face falls, just a little.

“yeah,” he says. “i did.”

he looks away like he can’t even face himself for a second.

but then he looks back at you, fire building behind his eyes.

“but don’t act like it was just me. you didn’t even try. you shut down, you ran, and suddenly i was the only one fighting for us.”

“because you drained me, eren. you think this was easy? loving you was not easy.”

he steps in again, voice rising. “but you did love me, didn’t you?”

your breath catches.

his eyes are burning into you now, like he’s searching for the answer inside your silence.

“and don’t lie,” he says, a little quieter. “you still do.”

you scoff, trying to collect yourself. “you don’t know shit about how i feel anymore.”

“don’t i?”

he leans in, drops his voice.

“the way you were looking at me earlier? the way you’re looking at me now?”

you roll your eyes again, ready to brush it off, but your body’s betraying you. you’re still standing there. still listening. still feeling.

“i have a boyfriend,” you say, almost like you’re reminding yourself.

he nods. “and?”

your eyes narrow. “and i’m loyal to him.”

“even if you don’t love him?”

you hesitate.

he takes a breath, voice softer now, but no less sharp.

does he make you happy?”

you hesitate. and that’s all the answer he needs. but he doesn’t stop there.

“does he remember the little things about you?”

he moves in closer, voice brushing your skin like a touch.

“your favorite color?” he tilts his head. “the way you hate sleeping with socks on? how you always eat the fries first?”

you look away, jaw tightening.

“what about your favorite song? that stupid playlist you made called ‘bad bitch energy only’ even though half of it is sad ass r&b?”

“eren—” you start, but he cuts you off.

“does he please you?”

your heart skips.

he leans in, close enough to kiss, but doesn’t.

“does he make you come the way you like to be pleased?”

you don’t answer. you can’t.

and suddenly, he’s behind you. you didn’t even realize how fast he moved. his hands on your hips now, guiding you to face the mirror in front of you.

and there it is. you and him, reflected back. too close. too familiar.

“fuck…” he breathes, eyes dragging down your frame in the mirror. “look at you. so fucking beautiful.”

his lips ghost over your ear, voice low and filthy.

“you remember how i used to fuck you right here… in front of this mirror?”

your breath hitches. memories crash down like waves.

you remember when you said you knew your way around here?

yeah.

that’s because this is Eren’s house.

and this is his party.

fuck.

your stomach flips. all this time. and you walked right into it.

“eren—” you try again, turning your head, but he’s not done.

“yes, i stalk your shit.”

his voice is tight now, rough.

“yes, i see the little pictures you post. you and him all cuddled up. captions like ‘my peace’ and ‘my person.’”

he laughs bitterly.

“that’s supposed to be me, you know that?”

he’s looking straight into the mirror now, straight at you.

“it fucking kills me. watching you play house with someone else. knowing i fucked it up. but that doesn’t stop me from still wanting you. still loving you.”

you swallow hard, trying to stay still even though your body’s screaming.

“why’d you come to the party?”

his voice is softer now, but still cuts deep.

“because… sasha invited me.”

“but you knew it was here.”

“…yeah.”

“and you still came?”

“…yes.”

his smirk is slow, knowing.

“you sure you didn’t come to see me?”

“no, eren. i’m in a relationship. a happy one.”

“mmm.” he presses a kiss to the crook of your neck.

“then why are you letting me touch you like this?”

you close your eyes. “we can’t do this.”

“yes we can.”

“eren—”

“shh.”

his hand slips around your waist, lips brushing your ear.

“tell me… does he make you cum?”

you stiffen.

“like i did? does he fuck you right? make you feel good?”

he kisses your neck, hands gripping your hips tighter.

your silence makes it worse.

“answer me.”

“…no.”

he exhales, satisfied.

“there we go. see?”

his voice dips low again, proud and tender all at once.

“not so hard to tell the truth.”

he turns you so your lips meet in a kissmessy, hungry, like he’s been starving. like he needs this to breathe. he locks the door behind him without breaking the kiss, hands already roaming, gripping, pulling you in like he’s scared you’ll disappear again.

“come here,” he breathes against your mouth, picking you up by the waist. you let out a small gasp as he sits you up on the counter, his lips already back on your neck, jaw, collarbone like he’s trying to memorize every inch of skin again.

his fingers toy with the waistband of your shorts, a smirk tugging at his lips. “can i taste you, baby?”

your brain screams no you shouldn’t have kissed him, you shouldn’t be here, you shouldn’t be doing this.

but your body? your body is already leaning in. already throbbing for him.

“yes,” you whisper.

he pulls down your shorts and panties in one slow motion, eyes glued to the way you glisten for him. he spreads your thighs open gently, like unwrapping something precious. “fuck,” he groans. “so wet, baby.”

and then he smiles. that same sinful smile that used to ruin you.

he leans in, lips brushing your inner thigh before kissing it softly.

“hi, beautiful,” he murmurs low, hot breath hitting your skin. “i missed you.”

your pussy clenches.

he glances up at you with that cocky-ass expression. “seems like she missed me too.”

you open your mouth to say something smart, but it melts into a moan when his tongue presses flat against your clit. slow. thorough. like he’s savoring it.

he groans into you, deep and hungry, like the taste is better than he remembered. his hands grip your thighs, holding you open as he devours you like a man possessed. “you taste so fuckin’ good,” he mumbles against you, sucking your clit into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue, circling it slow and then fast again until your hips are rocking into his face.

“e-eren—” you gasp, your hand reaching down to tangle in his hair.

he moans in response, like he loves hearing you say his name like that. his tongue dips lower, licking up everything you give him, and then he’s back to sucking that spot the one he always knew could make you see stars.

“god, you sound so pretty,” he says between licks, voice thick with want. “you still moan the same. still taste the same. still fuckin’ mine.”

his fingers dig into your thighs tighter, and he flattens his tongue against your clit, fast and relentless. your head falls back. you swear you black out for a second. your legs shake.

“come for me,” he whispers. “don’t hold it. give it to me, baby. let me hear it.”

and just like that you break.

you moan his name as your whole body tightens, thighs squeezing around his head, hips bucking as your orgasm hits you like a fucking tidal wave. it rushes over you, blinding, electric, and so deep it steals your breath.

he doesn’t stop.

he licks you through it, even slower now, letting you ride his mouth until you twitch and whimper from overstimulation. when he finally pulls back, his lips are shiny with you, and he licks them like he just finished dessert.

“fuck,” he whispers, standing between your legs again. “you always give me the prettiest moans.”

and just like that, you’re still panting on the counter. legs trembling. lips parted. looking up at your ex who just reminded you why it was always so hard to let him go.

meanwhile, downstairs?

your girls are looking for you. confused, whispering, pacing the party floor.

“where the hell is she?”

“you don’t think she left, right?”

“no, she wouldn’t just leave.”

your phone’s been blowing up for the past ten minutes buzzing and lighting up on the counter behind you, ignored and forgotten while eren’s got you bent over the sink.

he palms your ass, spreading your cheeks wide. “gonna fuck you just like i always did right in front of this mirror,” he groans, lining himself up. “so you can watch me take what’s mine.”

you barely manage a moan before he thrusts in deep and your back arches instantly. the stretch is too perfect, too familiar. your eyes roll back as he fills you completely.

“fuck,” you whimper, breath fogging the mirror.

he doesn’t even give you a second—he’s already pounding into you, hard and deliberate, gripping your hips like a man with something to prove.

SLAP.

he smacks your ass, then grips it tight with one hand while the other comes around your neck, pulling you back so you have no choice but to watch your own expression in the mirror.

“look at that,” he pants. “look at her fucking cream.”

and you are. slick dripping down the base of his cock, coating your thighs your body is giving in like it missed this, like it was just waiting for this exact moment to lose all self-control.

he pulls your leg up onto the counter, opening you wider. deeper. rougher. he fucks you like he’s punishing you for ever moving on. each thrust knocks a moan from your throat, your body shaking with every snap of his hips.

your phone vibrates again. and again. and again.

the screen lights up behind you, messages flooding in:

Mikasa:

girl. where tf are you??

pick up your phone

sasha’s here she said she hasn’t seen you

are you ok???

Niyah:

we’re literally looking for you rn

your man’s texting us. should we tell him something??

Sasha:

umm where did you disappear to????

Bf❤️:

babe? everything okay?

mikasa said you’re not answering your phone

where are you?

i’m getting worried. pls text me

and then even eren’s phone starts lighting up on the counter, buzzing loudly.

Connie:

brooo did you know y/n was here???

her girls are looking for her did she leave??

Armin:

eren… answer your phone

is y/n with you?

are you okay???

but none of it matters.

because eren’s got you choking on your own moans, hand still wrapped around your throat, lips by your ear.

he thrusts in harder meaner.

your nails claw at the counter, eyes half-lidded.

you sob out a moan. it’s too much. it’s so good.

“he’s never gonna fuck you like this,” eren growls, picking up the pace. “no one ever will. you’re mine—you know that?”

you can’t speak. you can’t think. all you can do is moan as he slams into you over and over again, dick hitting that perfect spot so deep you feel yourself start to come undone.

“say it,” he grunts, voice tight. “tell me who fucks you like this.”

you gasp. “you, eren—fuck—it’s you—”

“that’s right.” he bites your shoulder. “nobody fucks you like me.”

you come hard body shaking, mouth open, crying out his name with a raw, broken moan as you clench around him. your orgasm crashes over you, legs trembling, vision blurred.

he follows right after, groaning deep and guttural as he spills inside you, holding your hips still so he can bury himself in you, deep and messy and so fucking wrong.

he stays like that for a second breathing hard, hands still on your hips.

and then, slowly, he pulls out.

your thighs are shaking. you’re still bent over the counter when he watches it happen his cum dripping out of you, slow and sticky, painting your thighs.

“fuck,” he breathes, licking his lips. “that’s my favorite view.”

and your phone is still vibrating.

still lighting up.

still full of people who don’t know what you just let happen.

but in this moment?

you don’t care.

eren helps you clean up, wordless.

he grabs a towel, wipes you down between your thighs, his eyes still dark and quiet as you tug your shorts back on. you smooth your top. he zips his pants. you fix your hair. he washes his hands. you stare at your reflection like maybe if you blink slow enough, this moment will rewind itself.

but it doesn’t.

you both glance at the door.

you already know it’s time.

eren exhales. you nod.

he unlocks it.

click.

the door swings open, and there they are.

right outside the bathroom, standing in a half circle like the most awkward intervention of all time:

Armin.

Connie.

Sasha.

Mikasa.

Niyah.

and your boyfriend.

every single one of them staring.

no one says a word.

no one has to.

because your skin is still flushed. your lips are a little swollen. your shirt’s tugged too high on one side. eren’s hair is messy, knuckles red, belt buckle crooked. and most damning of all? your boyfriend’s eyes wide, stunned, chest rising and falling like he already knows what he just walked into.

your hair’s a mess.

your lips are swollen.

your clothes are messy

the bathroom smells like sex.

you shift, eyes darting, your heart pounding in your throat like maybe you can fix this if you just explain fast enough but there’s nothing to say.

and then armin, voice barely above a whisper, murmurs:

“…what the fuck.”

but no one responds.

because this?

this is the kind of damage that doesn’t need words.

you look your boyfriend in the eyes.

he looks back at you like you just broke something he can’t pick up.

and in the stillness, the silence, the heavy weight of your decisions lingering like perfume and sweat and bad timing—

all you can think is:

fuck.

[nova2kss]

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