perfectyeager

[perfectyeager]

ꨄ Cheater!Eren who will happily fuck you having a girlfriend

EREN YEAGER had the morality of a wasp.

He had a very, very fucked up moral compass and lacked serious empathy — hence why he fucked you every few days while still having a girlfriend!

“Jeeesus, baby, yeah — fuuuck — yeah, that’s it, that’s my girl.”

You huffed out an annoyed breath, eyelids twitching as Eren delivered a particularly hard slap to your ass as you bottomed out on his throbbing cock in reverse cow-girl on his bed.

“I’m not your girl.”

Eren stifled a laugh, catching his bottom lip between his teeth as he ogled at your behind, a large, tattooed hand coming up to rub the soft skin as it rest upon his abdomen.

“Sure, you are, babygirl.” He’d whisper, hands residing on your hips, lifting you fully off his achingly hard cock, and back down again, a loud groan erupting from his throat, whining when his tip kissed your cervix beautifully, “My perfect girl.”

“N-no,” You spoke, your voice unstable as Eren set a pace behind you, his grip on your hips like a vice as he slowly dragged his cock in-and-out of your tight, shamefully wet cunt, “You already h-have one of those, Eren.”

“Have a what, baby?”

He knew what he was doing — you could hear the smirk in his voice as he landed a large hand on your ass once more, forcing a moan to be ripped from your mouth, along with his name in a lewd manner.

“Ereeeen.”

“Hm? Tell me, baby.”

You couldn’t help but feel so disgustingly pleasured as images of his girlfriend filled your head, “Y-you have a g-girlfriend. Who’s not me.”

Eren tutted behind you, rubbing soothing circles on your hips with his thumb as he fucked you slowly, enjoying the painfully slow drag of his cock through your tight, gummy walls.

“Oh, do I?” He’d tease, “Must’ve slipped my mind when you took your clothes off.”

A strained gasp was ripped from your throat as Eren got bored of the pace — now, gripping your hips harder than before and fucking up into your tight pussy like a bitch in heat. Revelling in the way your pussy squelched as he fucked your arousal out of your abused little hole and all over his pelvis, a creamy white ring forming around the base of his cock.

“Fuuuuuck — best pussy on the planet.”

“B-but, what about—“

“What about who?”

He was a tease. He loved making you say it, make you feel guilty for fucking a taken man, make you think about his girlfriend and still continue to bounce your ass back onto his cock, whining his name.

Eren’s hand snaked up your back, grabbing a fistful of your hair, dragging your aching body backwards, your back flush against his heaving chest, his eyes rolling to the back of his head at the way your pussy clamped down on his cock and his name was screamed from your swollen lips.

“Tsk — you little whore. You fucking love this, don’t you? Fucking someone’s boyfriend?” His breath was hot against your neck as he panted into your skin, licking and biting at your earlobe.

You whined louder than before, a hot, red blush rising to your cheeks at the thought of making him harder than his girlfriend could, making him cum twice the load, making him say he’d rather you be his girlfriend.

“Y-you’re sick, Rennie.”

“Yet you keep coming back, don’t you, sweetheart?”

You hated how fucking right he was. You’d never ever call it off or try to tell his girlfriend the things he does behind her back because you don’t want it to stop. Because, shamefully not, you don’t feel guilty. At all.

Eren made you feel three times as good as any man could. He makes you cum more times in one night than your ex did in 4 months of dating. So, if being a complete and utter slut and a home-wrecking bitch means getting the best orgasm and dick of your life — then, I guess you take the cake for worst girl on the planet.

But, who could blame you when the man behind you looked like that?

You caught a glimpse of Eren in his mirror — strands of his dark hair had come loose from his bun, now stuck to his forehead in sweat, his cheeks a slight twinge of red, mixed with a cocky smirk and a fucked out expression on his face.

He was positively perfect.

“Fucking love this pussy,” He whined in your ear, the desperation nearly sending you over the edge, “Can’t fucking wait to feel you cum ‘round my cock. Do it better than anyone else.”

Eren’s nimble fingers slipped between your legs as kept up his brutal pace, his middle finger rubbing quick circles onto your sensitive, throbbing clit as he angled his hips to hit your G-spot so deliciously you were seeing stars. Eren’s cock was the longest, and best, you’d ever had — so good that most times you had sex, you were nearing your orgasm without having your clit touched once. The way his cock repeatedly slammed against that sweet spot deep inside you that had you creaming and crying out his name like you wanted someone to hear, and had you fucked utterly dumb.

“‘M close, Rennie —Nngh! —, ‘m there!”

“Yeah, give it to me, baby. Let Rennie feel you cum on his cock — yeaaaah, such a good girl.” He coaxed, fingers speeding up ever so slightly and increasing pressure as your eyes rolled back, the coil in your stomach on the brink of snapping as Eren smirked against your neck, pressing open-mouthed hot kisses to your warm skin.

“That’s my girl.”

The phrase that once sent shivers down your spine in shame, was now pushing you over the edge to squirt on his cock. You cried out in ecstasy as Eren bucked his hips harder into you, his cock driving deeper as you came harder than before, your juices coating this thighs.

“S-shit, baby, you squirtin’? Fuckin’ squeezin’ me so tight.” He huffed, grinding his teeth together as you milked his cock, feeling his own orgasm approaching as you writhed on top of him.

“Rennieee!” You whined, feeling suddenly overstimulated as he continued to ram his hot length into your fluttering walls, your eyes squeezing shut as you gripped his tense forearm.

“Sshh, baby, I’m there, God, ‘M fuckin’ cummin’,” He warned, his face tensing as his mouth fell agape as you clamped down on him once more, “Fuuuck, yeah, that’s it, yeah, take it, take it, take it—!”

Eren was extremely vocal as he let out a low groan, almost growling as he pumped his sticky load deep inside your willing cunt — pushing his cum so deep it squelched out the side of his cock and onto his already soaked thighs. You whined deeply from your chest as you felt Eren fuck his cum deeper into you, wanting to make sure you took every drop.

“Shiiiit, girl.” Eren laughed as he lifted you off his softening cock with a hiss, “‘Made a fuckin’ mess.”

“Your fault.” You mumbled as you collapsed on his bed, curling up into a ball in fatigue as Eren walked to his bathroom casually as if nothing had occurred.

Sleep almost took over your body before Eren’s nonchalant voice hit your ears as he retreated back into the bedroom, phone against his ear as he smirked evilly down at you.

“Yeah, babe, I’m just with Connie. No, I’m not doing anything stupid. What do you mean you checked with Connie’s girl and he said he’s with Jean? Yeah, Jean’s here too, God, at least let me finish, woman.” He pinched the bridge of his nose as his girlfriend’s mumbled, clearly worried and upset, voice rang in the silent room, “Girl, if y’just wanna argue I’m hangin’ up. No, I’m not cheating on you — for fuck’s sake, I’m not an asshole. Okay, there we go, stop crying, you’re fine. Yeah, love you too, or whatever.”

You couldn’t hide your giggle at his fake affection, which you soon stifled behind your hand as Eren smirked down at you.

“What do you mean who was that? It sounded like a girl?” Your eyes shot open as Eren repeated her words, “Babe, I already told you Jean’s had a drop in testosterone recently — it’s a serious condition.”

Like I said, his moral compass was very skewed..

[perfectyeager]

ꨄ Boyfriend!Eren bends you over his car

your boyfriend EREN YEAGER will fuck you anywhere — he doesn’t care.

he wasn’t a little teenager who had to plan where to fuck you like he was scared someone was gonna catch you — nah, eren’ll take you whenever and wherever the fuck he pleases.

“mmngg, e-eren!”

your panicked whine of his name fell on deaf ears as he bent you further over the bonnet of his jaguar, a firm hand pressing against your lower back to hold you in place.

“shhh, sweetie, jus’ take it.”

you were too lucky that the parking lot of your college was empty at this hour — you’d only finished studying 20 minutes ago before eren picked you up n now you were being bent over on his car and fucked from behind.

eren was relentless.

it didn’t matter if he’d fucked you 3 years ago or 3 minutes ago, he was fucking you like he fucking couldn’t live without it.

his hips thrashed against your ass, slapped red raw, as he rammed into you, your pussy grippin him like a vice.

“jesus, so fuckin’ tight.” he grunted, huffing out a breath, “relax f’me, baby.”

his nimble fingers slid between your hot n sweaty bodies, soon finding the comforts of your swollen clit, begging to played with as he toyed with the desperate nub — circling your clit with expertise earning whines of neediness from your plump lips as his cock dragged slowly in and out of your pussy, revelling in how he felt every ridge and bump of your velvety walls.

“yeaaaah, thaaat’s it, princess, yeah, good girl, feel good?” he breathed, his hot breath fanning against the back of your ear as he whispered in it, sending shivers down your spine.

“yeahyeahyeah, so good, s-so fuckin’ good, rennie,” you whined, feeling desperately under-fucked, “please, baby, please, faster — need it,”

eren chuckled against your neck, pressing wet, open-mouthed kisses along the nape, occasionally kitten-licking n nipping at the skin to mark you.

“faster? is that what’cha need, baby?” eren teased, his voice slick n sickly sweet in your ear as his continued to drag his thick, heavy cock in and out of your sopping cunt and teasing your clit against his middle finger.

“yes,yes! please, ere —nnnughhg!”

eren didn’t give you chance to second guess your request before slamming himself back into you at a pace you almost wished you never asked for. he’d angled his hips perfectly so that his throbbing tip rammed against your g-spot so deliciously you were seeing stars.

pretty perfect moans n whines fell past your lips as you practically screamed for him as eren fucked you so disgustingly whorish you would’ve been banned from campus for life if you were caught.

“you’re so fuckin’ greedy, aren’t ya? begging to be fucked like a slut right where anyone can see ya? dirty fucking girl.”

his degrading only stirred you on further, forcing you to push your hips back against his pelvis to feel him deeper. eren couldn’t help but laugh at your desperate attempt to feel him.

“pathetic.”

eren gripped your hips so harshly you thought you knew you’d be bruised in the morning as he literally forced his cock deeper inside you, fucking destroying your g-spot as you literally let out a scream each time he abused the sensitive part inside your delicate pussy.

“fff-fuuuck, e-re—e-eren, goddd — fu—fuck—“

“shut up, ya pussy’s talkin’ to me.”

he wasn’t lying — if you were screams weren’t loud enough to get you caught, the sheer volume of your wetness squelching would definitely do it. the noise of eren ramming his now soaked cock in-and-out n in-and-out of your drooling cunt filled the air so loudly that you were guaranteed to get caught.

but eren had you so dumb you didn’t even care.

“god, she’s talkative today, huh? knew this would get ya goin’” eren teased, his fingers still rubbing agonisingly pleasuring circles on your clit, punching the nub whenever you would get too loud, “hm? well? fucked ya so dumb now i gotta talk to ya pussy instead?”

“yeeeeesss, eren!” you whined as he pressed a hand against your face, smushing it into the cool metal, your eyes squeezing shut as his fingers never faltered against your clit, “‘m there!!”

“yeah, cum allll over my fat cock, you fuckin’ slut.”

the crudeness of his words was enough to help send you over the edge.

moans getting louder as you creamed around him, your pussy clenching him so hard he almost went dizzy as your hands flailed around to find something to grab onto. your vision went black as eren fucked you through your orgasm, ramming into your g-spot, prolonging the pleasure as you whined his name.

“f-fuckin’ hell.” he mumbled as the feeling of your quivering pussy creaming n clenching around him had his hips stuttering as he threw his head back before shooting his hot thick seed deep inside your cunt, coating your warm walls with his sticky cum as he fucked it deeper towards your cervix, hoping to breed you like the whore you are.

you winced as he pulled his softening cock from your walls, biting your lip shamefully as the feeling of his cum slipping from your hole and onto the floor had your cheeks flushing red as eren laughed.

“slut.”

“your idea.”

“you loved it.”

[perfectyeager]

ꨄ Plug!Eren fucks his innocent girlfriend.

EREN YEAGER was a well-known dealer in the area. a tall, mysterious, often hot-headed drug dealer — someone you definitely wouldn’t wanna mess with unless you planned on getting shot.

so, when you, a perfect little pink princess angel was seen with eren’s tattooed arm around your shoulders and your bag in his hand — everyone was shocked to say the least.

you were pretty, quiet, intelligent, came from a good family background, never missed a day of college or any homework, never smoked or did drugs, and the only alcohol you’d ever had was a sip of your mother’s gin & tonic and you hated it.

you were the complete opposite to eren.

you were innocent.

but somehow you were drawn to him.

you had met at a party your friend mikasa dragged you too — someone he’d known from childhood and you bonded over your mutual friend. eren knew he liked you from the moment he set eyes on your uncomfortable frame amongst your drunk and high friends at the party. you got on very well much to eren’s surprise and he vowed from that moment on to protect you no matter what.

so, you hung out more & more and you grew to love each other. eren asked you to be his girlfriend at a fancy dinner — a pretty bracelet in a velvet box being accompanied by the sweet words, bringing tears to your eyes as you couldn’t help but kiss his face as you cried against him, whispering ‘yes’ a thousand times as you covered him in your lipstick.

you cherished eren and treated him with the utmost kindness and respect a man deserved. you always put him first and devoted your life to making sure he was happy. and eren protected you with his life — literally. he would take a bullet to the brain for you, not caring that he’d never wake up again, if only you were happy and safe. you were the only woman he’d ever truly loved, and therefore he never wanted anything bad to ever happen to you. n he spoilt you like a princess, his drug money making sure your nails were never bare, as long as he could pick the design here and there, and your hair looked freshly done and perfect and any outfit or meal you wanted was paid for by him.

eren never pushed you into anything, he knew where you stood with his life and what he did, but he knew you’d never stop him from making his money the way he did. he knew you hated that he sold & did drugs but he reassured you with his life that he would never ever put you in danger or make you unhappy. he’d give it up if you were genuinely upset about it — but he knew you weren’t that petty to make him change his life that much just for you.

he also never pushed you to like his friends — who had the same values as him. so, when you met them all for the first time, you could tell you were definitely the elephant in the room, as a little princess like you stood out amongst all the drugs user thugs themselves.

“ guys, this my girl i’ve been tellin’ you ‘bout.” eren introduced, a sweet smirk on his face, as he smiled down at you, arm around your waist as you stood before a few of his friends.

smoke filled the air as they all smoked their individual joints, all in similar dress to eren and all tatted up — you, in a short, pretty pink dress, frilly socks and comfy trainers and your hair in a high ponytail held together by a pink scrunchie.

“ hi, nice to meet you.” you smiled sweetly, waving your manicured hand, eren smiling as he caught a glimpse of the initial ‘E’ on your ring finger.

one day he’d convince you to get it tatted — not yet though.

connie was the first to speak, standing up, brushing the ash off his jeans to force his hand into yours in a handshake, “nice to meet ya, pretty, ‘m connie. we’ve heard a lotta ‘bout you.”

“watch it” eren warned, shooting connie a glare at the compliment he weaved into his words.

connie only chuckled, retreating back to his seat as you giggled quietly at eren’s possessiveness.

next to greet you was a tall, mullet-headed man named jean who only offered a nod and a quiet hello — someone you knew eren had had issues with in the past and knew not to overstep the line when it came to his girl. after jean came reiner, a muscular blonde who was the sweetest of the bunch.

“nice to meet you — i hear you’re making our eren very happy.” he smiled, blowing smoke from between his pink lips.

“i hope so.” you mumbled nervously, “i love him a lot.”

eren could’ve fallen to his knees and cried at the way you looked up at him with such pure adoration and devotion in your eyes after saying the sweetest words any girl had ever said about him.

“y’know you do, baby.” eren spoke, pressing a kiss to the side of your head.

“you’re not his usual type so i am surprised.”

“shut ya fucking mouth, kirstein.” you nearly flinched at the pure hatred in eren’s voice as his head snapped towards jean who only smirked evilly.

“what? a man’s not allowed to speak the truth anymore, or ‘sum?” jean laughed, “no offence, sweetheart, but yeager usually goes for more..experienced bitches, y’know?”

connie kissed his teeth loudly as reiner sighed, knowing exactly what was coming. a frown appeared on your face as jean’s words hit your ears, feeling suddenly uncomfortable at jean’s insinuation.

“so, just don’t get too comfortable, darlin’, cuz he’s likely to leave ya for some other bitch that actually knows how ta act her age.”

“i’d shut up, kirstein.” connie warned, a knowing smile on his face as if he was enjoying this.

you could feel eren was tense from how his hand gripped your waist and how you could hear him grinding his teeth together in anger.

you hated seeing eren like that. you just wanted him to be happy.

“well i’m sorry, jean, b-but eren loves me and me only just as i am and that’s not going to change so you’ll just h-have to get used to it.”

your heart hammered in your chest as adrenaline flowed through your veins — swallowing thickly as the words left your dry throat. your hand flew to eren’s against your waist as you gripped his fingers, reminding him that you were there with him.

jean’s face dropped as he expected eren to give him a piece of his mind — he wasn’t expecting your shaky voice to greet his ears.

eren, though, could’ve cum on the spot. you, defending him against horse-face…? jeeeesus that was fucking good to hear.

“daaaaaamn, kirstein, get told you asshole.” connie laughed, slapping his knee as reiner smiled against the joint between his lips.

jean kissed his teeth, “man fuck you.”

“nah fuck you, bro” connie fought back, “bein’ nasty to eren’s girl for no damn reason, fuckin’ cunt.”

“oh shut ya fuckin’ mouth, springer — “

“go wait in the car for me, sweetheart.” eren whispered down at you, his voice taking over your brain from the boys argument, his large hand cupping your cheek lovingly as he slid his car keys into your petite hand.

you nodded and did as he asked, blocking out the argument as you retreated out the room, offering reiner a polite, yet awkward smile. you knew trouble was underway as eren’s name being called in desperation muffled through the walls of connie’s apartment as you hurried down the stairs.

eren often got like that if you were disrespected by anyone. didn’t matter if he was in the room, if he knew them or not, if the person who said it was online or if they were 1000 miles away — eren had to fuck them up until they were on the brink of death for upsetting his perfect girl.

you had waited in his obnoxiously big mercedes for what felt like half an hour as you anxiously picked at your nails, your eyes glancing down at his initial — worry filling your tummy. but, alas, your boyfriend emerged from the apartment complex in a state you weren’t surprised at.

sweaty, flushed cheeks, strands of hair flying from his bun, bruised and bloody knuckles and chest heaving angrily.

“‘rennie.” you whispered as he flung himself into the car, slamming the door. your sweet, loving hands coming to touch his cheek.

if it were anyone else, eren would’ve flipped his lid at anyone touching him. but you? no. he craved your touch right now. more than anything. i mean he was practically melting at the touch of your small palm on his face.

he turned his head to press a long, loving kiss to the palm of your hand, eyes closed as if to savour the feeling of your skin on his lips.

“‘m sorry for keepin’ you, baby.” eren whispered, quickly turning on the ignition and pulling out of the parking space, “let’s go home, yeah?”

you merely nodded, offering him a reassuring smile as he drove away, slightly more erratic than normal due to his heightened mood — but he knew not to take it too far as you were in the car with him. as you know, he’d never ever put you in danger.

eren remained in a mood for the rest of the day. never showing it fully to you as to not upset you, but you could tell he was still bothered by what jean had said.

“eren?”

“wassup, beautiful” eren’s monotone voice filled your ears as you watched him from across the dinner table in his dining room. he even looked perfect eating the chinese takeout he’d bought you both.

“what happened earlier?”

eren tensed up again. the memories of the afternoon crept up his brain, “why, baby?”

“please, honey.” you pouted, instantly breaking down his guard at your perfect face, “i wanna know.”

eren sighed, reaching over to tug at your jutted out bottom lip, “can’t ever say no to you, mama, jesus.”

you smiled slightly against his finger, watching as he let his fork drop into the cardboard box full of noodles, running a hand through his hair.

“well i beat the shit outta him. broke his nose or ‘sum i think, i really don’t care.”

“eren!”

eren kissed his teeth, leaning back in his chair, “what? he fuckin’ deserved it.”

“eren yeager.” you huffed, crossing your arms over your chest, frowning, not knowing eren secretly enjoyed the way you got so protective of him.

“shiiit, full name n’ all, now ‘m in trouble, ma, huh?” he smirked, his golden grills flashing at you.

“yes, ‘ren, he’s your friend.” you whined, feeling to blame for your boyfriends antics.

“nah he’s not.” eren scowled, returning to his food nonchalantly despite the topic of conversation, “especially not if he talks ‘bout you like that.”

you sighed, pushing at your food with your fork, pouting slightly, still feeling guilty.

“baby, ‘m sorry i’m not like the other girls you’ve dated.”

uh oh! shouldn’t have said that!

eren threw his fork to the table, startling you slightly as he slid his chair quickly towards you — forcing you into a feverish kiss, taking you by surprise. eren’s large hands grasped desperately at your face, his lips moulding against yours as he kissed you with the most passion and love you’d ever experienced.

“—‘nngh’ — ‘rennie!—giggle—stop!—hah!” your words struggled to come out as eren kissed from your lips to your nose to your cheeks, eyes forehead and chin.

“don’t you ever say that again, ma, i mean it.” eren warned, suddenly serious as he finally pulled away looking you dead in the eyes, “you. are perfect. and nothin’ like those bitches thank fucking jesus lord. they ruined me, made me half the fuckin’ man i am. you changed me you fixed me you are the one for me because you are you, baby, y’get me?”

you couldn’t help but smile against his hands, your cheeks squishing slightly against him as you couldn’t contain your grin, “‘rennie, you mean that?”

“more than anything in th’fuckin’ world.”

and he sure as hell proved that!

“..nnngh—ugnnnh! fuuuck, ‘rennie!”

eren laughed loudly, pulling back from between your thighs at the sound of his name being called, slick covering his lips and chin, as you sat up on your elbows, arms shaking.

currently, he had you on your back on his bed, completely butt ass naked like the day you were born, and his tongue working wonders on your clit. you’d already cum twice and he was trying to force a third out of you.

“‘wassup, baby?”

“— ‘ren, hah — no-no more — nnhuuugh.” your whines of pleasure and fatigue only stirring him on as he jutted against the bed frame in his boxers, now feeling awfully tight against his throbbing cock.

“please, mama, one more for ‘rennie, please? y’were such a good girl for me today baby. standing up to that fuckin’ prick — makin’ ‘rennie s’proud of you. gotta reward m’ baby, yeah?”

you whined once more, his words hitting you straight in the core as you fell back onto your back, chest heaving.

eren took that as a yes — his tongue resuming its mission your aching clit, his ring clad hands gripping at your pudgy thighs as you cried out, your legs instinctively clamping around his head at the over stimulation.

eren flicked the tip of his tongue continuously over your clit, pleasuring the swollen nub, occasionally licking long strips or sucking on it, earning louder moans of intense pleasure from your plump lips. eren ate pussy good — that was one of the first things you learnt about him, feeling excited you had him all to yourself but secretly annoyed other girls got to enjoy this before you.

but he was yours now so it didn’t matter.

eren didn’t have to wait long until you were cumming again, legs nearly crushing his skull as you shook against him, tongue lapping at your clit at record speed as you whined his name loudly, bucking your hips up to reach your third orgasm.

“fuck fuck fuck, ‘rennie — cummin’, ‘m cummin’, baby, fuck!”

“yeah, that’s it, princess, give it to me. give it to ‘rennie, fuckin’ cum for me.” eren whispered, his fingers rubbing swift circles on your nub as your third orgasm ripped through you.

eren grew harder and harder in his uncomfortably tight boxers as you creamed all over his tongue, whining and panting as the overstimulation grew. as you came down from your high, you kicked eren away from your pulsating sex as he lapped up the cum that dribbled out of you, fatigue washing over you.

but eren wasn’t done with you just yet.

kneeling on the bed, eren slotted himself between your open legs as he pulled his achingly hard cock free from his briefs, both of you watching as it bobbed between your thighs lewdly. eren wasn’t small at all — a humble 8 inches and girth always made your ability to walk be ripped away from you.

“gonna fuck you so good, mama. ya such a good girl f’me, deserve to take this big dick, hm?”

you could only whine as words failed your sex-drunk mind, clit twitching as eren’s mushroom-shaped tip nudged the abused nub. he gathered your ever-increasing slick over his hot length, heart pounding as he pushed a leg further up to his shoulder.

“ya ready, sweetheart?”

this wasn’t a question, this was a warning. eren did this to make sure you knew his desperate monster of a cock was about to destroy your insides.

“mmm.” you nodded, biting your lip, anticipation eating you alive.

eren bit back a moan as he pushed the tip past your drooling lips into your tight gummy walls — a loud whine leaving your lips, only stirring eren on.

“jeeeesus, fuck, baby.” eren groaned, throwing his head back as he pushed further inside you, the sheer girth of his fat cock stretching you open more n more with each inch.

eren was only getting harder n harder as you panted and whined beneath him, your pretty chest clad in a white lacy bra rising and falling quickly as he filled you up.

eren loved lookin at you while he fucked you. sure he loved seeing your ass clap back onto his dick while he fucked you from behind — but watching your gorgeous face contort into expressions of pleasure while he fucked you dumb made him feral.

eren wasted no time — wanting nothing more than for you to feel good for your amazing act of service to him today. he dragged himself slowly from your wet cunt, hissing at the tightness that was your pussy that engulfed him, only leaving his throbbing tip inside.

“please ‘rennie.”

that was enough for eren. one hand gripped your hip and the other on your levitated thigh as he began an unholy pace. your back arched off the bed as eren’s cock slammed in and out of your sloppy pussy — the sound of your wetness filling the air like a dirty porn video, only stirring eren on as his mouth fell open at the feeling of your clenching hole squeezing him just the way he liked. your legs were tensed as your eyes squeezed shut; pleasure consuming your body as eren fucked you senseless, grunting to himself as he thoroughly enjoyed you.

“such a good girl f’me, aren’t ya, princess?” eren panted, turning to plant hot, open mouthed kisses against your ankle as he fucked you open — chest heaving in arousal as you cried out louder at his praise.

“e-eren!” you cried, eyes shooting open as his fingers landed on your overstimulated clit, rubbing circles on his twitching nub, coaxing another orgasm outta you, shooting up from the bed.

eren’s large hand landed from your waist to your neck — grasping your throat in a chokehold and shoving you back down onto the bed, knocking the wind out of your lungs, “don’t you fuckin’ dare try and stop me.” he warned “you’ve been such a good girl all day baby don’t ruin it now. let rennie make ya cum one more time yeah?”

“rennieeee, can’t. i can’t, b-baby, can’t cum anymore. ‘s-sensitive.” you whined, trying to ignore how good it felt as his cock bullied your g-spot and thumb rubbing dangerously slow circles on your clit.

eren laughed darkly, his pornographic pace never faltering as his blown out, fucked out eyes flicked from your bodies connecting to your lewd face, “you wanna cum with rennie though, right?”

you nodded quickly — loving nothing more than feeling him stuff you full of cum while you orgasmed around him.

“then shut ya bitch mouth n take it.”

with a squeak of agreement, eren’s hand slipped from your throat to your tits — pulling one out manhandling it, earning himself some pretty moans as he rolled your nipple between his fingers.

“fuckin’ c’mere, mama.” eren spoke, tossing another leg over his shoulder, practically folding you in half as he pushed you further onto the bed, now leaning over your fucked out body.

“aaaahnnng! fuck, fuck fuck! eren — eren, fuck, eren!”

your whines only granted eren all the confirmation he needed that he was doin you good as he pushed his cock further into you — his tip kissing your cervix.

“jeeeeesus,” eren panted, throwing his head back at the new angle, “fuckin’ takin this dick so good, mama”

“yeah, yeah, yeahhnhhggh!” you were practically brainless by the time eren had even started his new pace, his cock bullying its way into you as your eyes practiced hardcore R.E.M as they rolled back and all over the place.

eren’s hips snapped back and forth against the plush of your ass and gripped your waist — forcing you down onto his cock harder as he fucked you. his bun was falling loose as strands stuck to the sweat on his forehead, bottom lip between his teeth flashin his grills as his eyebrows twitched.

eren pushed his cock deeper as you whined with every thrust, blabbering his name as tears slipped from your eyes at the pure pleasure your eren was bringing you — big bad eren making you feel so good behind closed doors!

eren’s hand resumed its tortuous work against your clit as he grunted against you, flicking your nub back forth.

“doin’ so good, babygirl, fuckin’ can’t wait to nut in this good girl pussy.”

“oouuuugh ‘rennieeeeuuugg!”

“yeah, tell me ‘bout it mama, feels good, yea?” eren teased, slamming his now twitching cock into your slobbering pussy — his dick throbbing in arousal at the way you’d clench around him and then a milky white ring of your cream would form around the base of his cock, “ya like it when rennie talks you through it, hm? dirty girl.”

“yes, ‘rennie! yes, ‘rennie! yes, ‘rennie!”

eren laughed darkly as he watched your eyes nearly turn towards each other as you blabbered loudly, drool now falling from your lips — he just loves fuckin’ you dumb!

“fuck, baby, gunna cum,” eren mumbled, hips twitching slightly as he neared his finish, “where y’want me, sweetheart?”

“inside!”

“oh, fuck.”

eren didn’t need much more to be said before his hips stilled as he spilled his load inside you. the feeling of eren fucking his cum back inside you as his hips twitched forwards as he came, sent you the edge as well, manicured toes curling and a loud cry of pleasure being released as you came around him. eren’s head fell forward against your chest as you clamped down on his sensitive cock — forcing another spurt of cum to shoot inside you along with his fat load.

you both laid in silence for a few more seconds before eren slowly sat up, letting his softening cock slip out of your warm heaven — smirking proudly as a dollop of his cum dripped from your pussy which clenched around nothing.

“did so good f’me, beautiful.” eren whispered, reaching down to rub gentle, apologetic circles to your bruised hips and a sweet, loving kiss to your temple, his heart hammering in his chest from your adorably tired face.

“i love you, ‘rennie.” you mumbled, curling up in his sweaty sheets — which you knew he’d be changing for you in a few minutes as he retreated towards the bathroom to grab a warm washcloth to clean you with.

“i love you more, princess.”

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MASTER-LIST

EREN YEAGER

✰ collegestudent!eren is obsessed w you

✰ jealous!eren shows you who’s boss

✰ plug!eren fucks his innocent gf

✰ eren bends his gf over his car

✰ cheater!eren who will fuck you despite having a girlfriend

REINER BRAUN

✰ boss!reiner needs his secretary to please him after a fight with his wife

ZEKE YEAGER

✰ brother-in-law!zeke makes you feel better after your boyfriend, his lil brother, dumps you

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homie brother hopper! | z.yeager

zeke yeager x fem!reader

!!: SMUT, vaginal sex, fingering, praise, slight degradation, zeke has a size kink, big dick!zeke, multiple orgasms, creampie, zeke’s been pining lol, use of pet names such as little one, baby, babe, slut, etc, use of Y/N, use of the word ‘daddy’, mention of eren x reader.

SYNOPSIS; you’re so sad after your boyfriend, eren, dumps you out of no-where, but you know his older brother is the only person who understands you and can make you feel better!

Knock, knock, knock!

Zeke furrowed his eyebrows at the sudden noise at his apartment door—he definitely wasn’t expecting anyone at this hour and in the horrific rain that poured outside. Glancing down at his watch as he approached the door, midnight shon back up at him. Who on Earth was at his door at this time of night?

“Who is it?” He called out, his voice low and intimidating, expecting anyone dangerous to soon flee at the sound of his gruff voice.

“Z-Zeke?”

The sound of your whimpering voice forced an eyebrow to shoot up on his face as he slid the lock open and pulled the door open.

And what a sight for sore eyes welcomed him as he did so.

His little brother, Eren’s, girlfriend was stood before him—hair soaked from the rain, dress see through and stuck to your shivering skin, eyes red and swollen as you pouted, sniffling loudly.

Zeke couldn’t help but smile as he leaned against the doorframe, folding his arms against his chest as he eyed you up and down.

“To what do I owe this pleasure?”

“Can I come in, please?” You ignored his question, eyes peering up at him from where you stood so small compared to him, a desperate yet disappointed look on your face.

Zeke knew he’d probably get in trouble for this considering you were his little brother’s girlfriend, but he swung the door open wider for you to enter, watching as you shuffled quietly inside his apartment.

You stood awkwardly in his living room, unsure on whether to place your damp body on his couch as you dripped droplets onto his carpet.

“‘M sorry for coming unannounced.” You squeaked out, your voice shaky as he stared at you intently, “I didn’t know where else to go.”

Zeke cocked his head at your words—was Eren not one of those people? His mind worked rapidly as he attempted to figure you out as you shivered heavily, your teeth chattering loudly.

“Wait there.”

You did as you were told—not moving a muscle as Zeke exited your view, padding towards his room. The room fell silent as you eyed up your surroundings—you’d only ever been to Zeke’s apartment a handful of times with Eren when they wanted to hang out, but you enjoyed being here. Zeke kept everywhere neat and tidy in his space, unlike Eren’s messy and disorganised apartment which stunk of weed and smoke, unlike the fresh, baby powder smell and expensive cologne that rang through the room.

“Here.”

You jumped, not expecting the tall blonde to have returned so quickly as you pondered. Zeke stared down at you with a small smile as he extended a large, white, fluffy towel towards your shaking frame.

Sighing happily, you accepted his offer and wrapped the warm material around your body, relief filling your system at the change of temperature.

“And a shirt and some sweats I found. They’ll be massive on you but better that than what you’re in currently.” Zeke joked, placing the pile of clothes on his coffee table next to you.

“Thank you.” You mumbled, as your eyes flicked from the clothes to your brother-in-law, “Will you turn around for me?”

“Oh, sorry, yeah, of course.” Zeke rotated his body, now facing his kitchen as you giggled.

You slipped the wet dress from your cold body, along with your bra and panties, feeling suddenly embarrassed that you were now naked in your ex-boyfriend’s brother’s apartment in the middle of the night.

Unbeknownst to you due to your naiveness to the layout of Zeke’s apartment, the kitchen window provided a perfect mirror in the dark night to which your naked frame could be seen. Luckily for you, only an outline of your nakedness could be seen, for if it could’ve, Zeke’s cock would’ve grown fully hard, now only resting half-hard and twitching at the sight.

“You can turn around now.” You informed him, Zeke doing as he was told, his eyes falling on your frame being drowned by his clothes, “Thank you, again.”

Zeke shushed you, “It’s no problem at all—anything for my little brother’s girl.”

The mention of Eren sent a pang of sadness to your chest as you were sorely reminded of the horrible evening you just had. Your lip wobbled, eyes brimming with tears as thoughts of your day clouding your mind.

Zeke didn’t take your sudden silence unnoticed—he eyed you up as he watched as a single tear. slipped from your eyes. Your hands flew to your face, covering it as you sighed loudly into your palms, taking a seat on his couch abruptly.

Zeke debated just staying where he was—but, he couldn’t leave a pretty girl on his couch in distress.

He took a firm seat next to you—arm resting on the back of the couch as he got comfy, admiring your hunched over frame, “Talk to me.”

The comforting words shot straight through your heart as it thumped against your chest, suddenly feeling ready to rant away as he confirmed his willingness to listen.

“He dumped me.”

The words shocked Zeke as they left your wobbling lips. He knew his little brother was prone to playing around with girls for his personal gain, but you were only one to last this long—a year to be exact. He truly thought Eren had fallen for you—he changed for you; took you on dates, bought you flowers, paid for your expenses like your nail and hair appointments, took care of you like a proper boyfriend. Something he’d never done for other girls—but, now he had you acting like all the others.

“Oh, Y/N.” Zeke mumbled, “I really am sorry.”

He hated the way he felt like he was lying. Zeke had always liked you the most—more than any other girl Eren was entertaining. You were by far the most beautiful, and sweet, too, which made you more desirable than some of the other nasty bitches Eren had introduced to him. You were loyal, caring and extremely loveable—but, ready to protect your man no matter what the cost. Zeke also loved the way you would do absolutely anything for his brother, which by extension, meant him, too. He’ll never forget on his birthday, when Eren dropped by to give Zeke his gifts, you were there too.

“Happy Birthday, Zeke!” You exclaimed, a pretty smile on your face as you wrapped your arms around his neck, on your tip-toes as you hugged him.

Your hug took Zeke by surprise, his hands reluctantly snaking around your waist to return the hug, trying to ignore the way your breasts pressed perfectly against his chest as a waft of your delicious perfume hit his nose.

“Let the man breathe, babe.” Eren’s low voice from the couch forced you back to your normal height, an embarrassed blush spread across your cheeks.

“Sorry, Zeke.” You mumbled, toying with the hem of your skimpy, short dress.

“‘S alright—come on in.”

You did as he told you and shuffled inside the apartment, taking a seat next to Eren, on the edge of the couch. Zeke noticed you always did this—whether you were in the comfort of your own apartment, at a party with them both or even at a restaurant—you always stayed perched on the edge of your seat, almost begging to be asked to assist your boyfriend. So desperate to care for him and do anything he asked of you—it made Zeke admire you so much more.

“Y/N, grab me and Zeke a beer, will you?” Eren asked, planting a loving hand to your thigh before you shot up from your seat, heading towards the kitchen.

“‘S okay, I’ll grab ‘em—I’m up anyways.” Zeke decided.

“No, don’t worry, Zeke, I’ll get them for you.” You beamed up at him as you walked past him, the smell of your fruity shampoo filling his nose, inciting a twitch in his cock in his suddenly tight boxers.

Zeke sighed breathily as he took a seat next to his brother as he flicked between channels, settling on a sports game he couldn’t focus on as he watched you pop two beers open with your teeth—the simple act bringing a bead of aroused sweat to his forehead.

“There ya go, baby.” You spoke, handing your boyfriend his beer as his eyes stayed fixated on the TV, offering you a quick ‘Thanks’, before you turned to him, “And for the birthday boy.”

“Thanks, Y/N. You didn’t have to.”

“I wanted to.”

Jesus.

Your obedience must make Eren feral—he loved that in a girl. Clearly it ran in the family as Zeke was biting his lip in order to stop himself getting so hard he’d have to kick his brother out the room and get himself in trouble.

Zeke snapped back into reality, pushing the memories of his birthday to back of his mind as he eyed you.

Your silence pushed him to speak more, “Did he say why?”

You scoffed, lifting your head from your hands, “Apparently I’m too needy. What a joke!” You exclaimed, “He said he needs space and that I need to leave him alone for a while.” You laugh angrily, “Personally, I think it’s just an excuse to go fuck someone else.”

Zeke didn’t want to lie to you—but, you were probably right. Eren probably got cold feet at how far you’d gotten in your relationship that he kicked back into his old ways by default—a creature of habit, as they say.

“Unfortunately, Eren’s always been this way.” Zeke explained, lolling his head to the side, “But, you’re different, Y/N, I can tell. He’ll come running back once he’s realised he’s being an asshole.”

You giggled at his insults, “Yeah, he sure is an asshole.” You fell silent once again, your face dropping back to a frown, “Do you think he’s fucking anyone else?”

Zeke pursed his lips into a line, unsure of what to do. He didn’t know whether to shield your good heart from the harsh truth or be honest with you.

He sighed loudly, pulling his glasses off his face, rubbing the frames on his shirt, and placing them back on the bridge of his nose in silence, “No, I don’t.”

You frowned further, turning to face him with a pout, “You hesitated, Zeke. Please don’t lie to me.”

Now, Zeke didn’t know for certain Eren was sleeping with anyone else. But, due to his previous actions, he knew it wasn’t unlikely.

You pouted further at his silence—feeling suddenly nervous. On the other hand, Zeke tried to contain his smirk at your face, he loved you like that. All pouty and sad—you looked so cute when you were upset.

“I’m not, little one,” He informed you, reaching up to pull on your bottom lip; the nickname raising a blush to your face as you smiled against his fingers, “There’s that pretty smile—that’s what I like to see.” His words forced your smile to widen, “I don’t wanna see these pouting again, okay?” He told you, swiping his thumb across your lips.

“Yes, Zeke.”

Your willingness to be so obedient pushed the tent in his trousers to grow even bigger than when he was pervertedly watching you through the window.

“Come here.” Zeke whispered, opening his arms wide, “Come give your brother-in-law a hug.”

You bit back from telling him that he was no longer your brother-in-law, but you didn’t care anymore, only retreating from the edge of the couch and into Zeke’s side, snuggling your head into his chest as you curled up into a ball next to him. His hands wrapped around you, one rubbing your arm comfortingly, and the other playing with your wet locks, twirling it around his fingers playfully, which he knew you loved.

So much so, that you let out a relaxed moan, your eyes fluttering shut at the feeling, snuggling deeper into him, your manicured hands resting gently on his t-shirt. Zeke mentally cursed himself as his eyes rolled back at the sound of your enjoyment—your quiet moans and hums of pleasure filling his ears.

“Oh, Zeke, that feels so good,” You whispered as his fingers scratched at your scalp, the seemingly innocent words of praise you gave him sending shockwaves of arousal to his cock as it twitched desperately in his boxers, begging to be dealt with.

“Yeah? You like that?” He was almost teasing himself by adding another sexual innuendo to the mix, continuing to scratch your head, his fingers curled in your hair.

“Mmm, yeah. So good, baby.”

Your eyes shot open at the nickname that left your mouth unwillingly. You gasped quietly as his hands fell from your hair, now resting so close to your ass as you sat up, hands covering your mouth in shock, trying to ignore the way he smirked devilishly.

“I’m so sorry, I don’t know why I said that.” You mumbled against your warm skin, swallowing thickly.

Zeke chuckled, pressing a large hand on your back, rubbing his hand up and down the soft surface, “‘S alright. I didn’t mind it.”

Your breath hitched in your throat at his words—he didn’t mind it? At you calling him ‘baby’? You cocked an eyebrow at him, lolling your head to the side in confusion.

“Come on, Y/N. You can’t be that oblivious?”

Zeke’s words rang loudly in your head as his big hands trailed around your body, pulling you back closer to him, one now resting on the comforts of your clothed thigh.

“W-What do you mean?” You questioned, nearly trembling at the anticipation as his palm trailed your thigh dangerously slow, your chest rising and falling quicker than you’d care for.

“You know,” His voice was low and gruff, even his whisper sounding manly, “You’ve always been my favourite girl he’s ever been with.”

Your thighs instinctively rubbed together at the praise, crushing his hand in the process, bringing his attention towards your need for friction. Zeke couldn’t help but smirk at your poor attempt at some action, chuckling lowly as he pushed your legs open.

“He’s so mean, isn’t he? Leaving you all lonely and desperate for some love, hm?” Zeke spoke, running a teasing finger up and down the inside of your thigh, testing the waters, as he peered over the tops of his glasses down at you.

Your pearly white teeth were sunk deeply into your bottom lip, once jutting out in sadness, now sucked into your pretty little mouth in excitement as you nodded up at him. One of your hands gripped the side of his shirt as his thick fingers teased you.

“Zeke, please.”

Your desperate, whiny voice shot a spark of arousal between Zeke’s legs, his mouth falling slightly slack-jawed as he eyed your face—your eyebrows twitching in anticipation.

“Please what, little one?”

“Please touch me, Zeke, please, wanna feel you.” Your pleas of pleasure were enough for Zeke to push his joggers off your body and to the floor, pushing your exposed legs open, revealing your bare pussy—slick and throbbing as his hand hovered over you.

He wasted no time in sliding his fingers between your folds, a small gasp pushing past your lips as you both eyed his fingers gathering slick on his digits. Before he killed you from anticipation, he slipped two long fingers into your hole, revelling in the way you whined loudly. His fingers soon picked up a pace as he hummed happily to himself at the feeling of your ever-growing slick collecting at the base of his fingers and dripping down his knuckles.

“You’re so wet, little one, all from one touch? So fucking slutty.”

The derogatory term only forcing a blush onto your cheeks as Zeke hit the spongy sweet spot inside you that had you moaning his name in the air, arching your back off the couch. Zeke pushed your leg, repositioning you so your back rested against his chest, as he pushed his shirt up your body, revealing your perky breasts.

You couldn’t help but mewl out loud, your body writhing on top of him as he curled his fingers inside you, abusing your G-spot, as his other hand pulled and palmed your nipples, adding to the intense pleasure that surged through your body. Zeke released his fingers from your twitching cunt, ignoring your huff of disappointment, only to be replaced with a cry of pleasure as he strummed your clit feverishly.

It only took a dozen seconds before the coil in your stomach twisted and turned in excitement. ready to snap, “Z-Zeke, ‘m close!”

“Already? You really did need your brother-in-law to make you feel better, huh?” He teased, his voice as slick as satin in your ear as your hole clenched around nothing.

“Mhm, needed you, Zeke, need you to make me cum!” You whined, lolling your head back on his shoulder, panting like a bitch in heat.

“If my little brother hadn’t broken your little heart tonight, I would make you earn the right to cum on my fingers.” He whispered, his beard tickling your ear as goosebumps rose on your skin, “But, since you’re such a desperate little slut who needs some love, I’ll let you cum just this once.”

Your toes curled as you could almost taste your orgasm, stars forming in your eyes as you neared your finish, “Yes, yes, yes, please, Zeke, please, daddy!”

“Oh, daddy, now, am I?” He chuckled, adding extra pressure to your clit as he rubbed concentrated circles to your throbbing nub, “You dirty girl.”

His filthy words were enough to send you over the edge—Zeke having to hold you against his warm body as you twitched and writhed as your orgasm thrashed you around, your whole body consumed with pleasure as you creamed for him, crying his name out loud.

Zeke didn’t fuck around when it came to a pretty girl cumming for him—before you’d even finished cumming he was pushing his joggers down to his ankles and rolling you onto your back, whimpering and crying for him.

You soon whined in annoyance as his fingers slid back inside your creamy sex, huffing and puffing in disappointment. Pulling on his waistband, you fucked yourself on his fingers, trying to quicken your pace as he scissored his fingers inside you.

“Gotta stretch you out, baby.” He informed you, pressing a kiss to your ankle as he held your legs apart, “Gotta make sure I don’t ruin you.”

“But, what if I want you to?”

Fucking hell.

Zeke could’ve cum from your words as he bit back a groan of excitement, his cock practically begging to be touched.

“Please, Zeke, wanna feel you so bad. Want you to fill me up, better than he can.”

That was enough for Zeke. He pulled his achingly hard cock from his boxers, tip angry and red and leaking pre-cum—he was so fucking horny he couldn’t see straight.

You were in awe at the sight of his dick—so long, and thick, you were sure he was twice the size of Eren. Eren was big, sure, but Zeke was huge. No wonder he wanted to prep you.

“Not regretting turning down my offer to stretch you now, are you?” He teased, prodding his tip at your entrance as he gathered your slick over his length, jerking it over himself, as you ogled at his cock.

You shook your head, your heart thudding in your ears as Zeke pushed his glasses up his nose before pushing your legs further apart, in a V-shape, before pushing his tip past your thick lips. Strings of curses and moans left your lips as he pushed further inside you—his cock moulding your walls to the perfect fit as he bullied his way towards your cervix.

“So fuckin’ tight, shit. Let me in, little one.”

His hips reached your ass as you heaved, your eyes squeezed shut when he bottomed out. Zeke swallowed thickly, his dick twitching as you clenched around him. He’d never felt pussy this tight and wet before—a memory of Eren telling him how good your pussy was filled his head.

Zeke slowly pulled out of you, only his mushroom-headed tip staying inside you as you whined at the loss of fullness, before he snapped his hips forward—filling you back up again with a grunt. He let go of your legs briefly, letting them fall, before you wrapped them around his waist, pushing him further into you using your heel. The sound of your needy whines and cries of his name, along with the slapping of his already tightening balls against your ass filled the room.

“So full of you, Zeke!” You cried, your nails dragging down his back as his tip kissed your cervix with each stroke, earning a groan into your shoulder as he licked and sucked at the skin of your neck, “‘S so fucking big!”

“Yeah, take it, baby, take my big cock like the good sister-in-law you are.” Zeke whined into your neck, licking a stripe up to your ear lobe, “Such a good girl.”

Zeke couldn’t believe he was doing this. The distant thought of his little brother pushed to the back of his mind as you squeezed him so perfectly and moaned his name like your life depended on it.

“Jesus Christ,” He mumbled as he sat up, his pace never faltering as he pushed a large hand on your tummy, groaning at the way he felt his fat cock ramming you through your warm skin, “So fucking little compared to my big cock, huh? Your little pussy’s struggling to take me, isn’t she?”

You nodded frantically—tears pouring from your eyes, now from pure pleasure instead of sadness, “Mhmm, but—aah! but, she loves your f-fucking big dick, daddy!”

You were fucking insatiable—so greedy for cock it made him so unbelievably hard. He panted heavily as he pulled one of your legs over his shoulder, deepening his stroke, upping your moans another octave as you were practically screaming at his pace.

“Fucking needed this little pussy for so long.” He admitted, feeling his orgasm approaching quicker than any other girl he had sex with. Your tight pussy and fucked out face pushing him over the edge.

He reached between your bodies, his fingers crawling down your stomach to your folds, rubbing circles against your clit. Your moans picked up again, throwing your head back against the couch, your nails digging into his back even further, stirring Zeke on.

“‘M so close!” You cried, threading your fingers through his blonde hair as you pressed your hot, sticky from sweat tits against his heaving chest as he abused your sensitive nub.

“I know, baby, come on. Give to me, give it to daddy.” He purred, pressing hot-mouthed pecks to your lips as you whimpered against his mouth.

“Always loved you Zeke—mhm! Always wanted you inside me.” You cried as your second orgasm of the night hit you like a truck, your back arching into him as you came, “Always thought about you when he fucked me!”

Zeke couldn’t hold on any longer—the sound of you admitting you loved him and that you thought of him while Eren fucked you had him spilling himself inside you. He collapsed slightly on top of you, holding himself up slightly on his elbows as his pace slowed down ever so slightly as he groaned loudly, panting like a dog as he pushed his load deeper inside you, ruining your pussy into a sloppy mess just as you asked.

You both panted against one another, the smell of sex clouding the air as you swallowed thickly, a blush forming on your face as the memories of the past half hour flooded your brain.

Zeke was first to move as he slowly slipped his softening cock from your twitching walls, a rim of white, milky mess coating his cock. He watched with a smile as his cum dribbled from your entrance onto his couch—he couldn’t even bring himself to care as his eyes landed on your perfect body; sweaty, hair still wet yet messy, flushed cheeks and a cum-filled pussy all just for him.

“Come on, little one.” He tapped your thigh, eliciting a jump of surprise from your weak body, “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

Zeke fulfilled his older brother-in-law duties as he cleaned your tired body, wiping the sweat and cum from your body as you slumped against him in the bathroom while he pressed loving kisses to any part of your body he could. He dressed you in his attire once again, only managing to get his t-shirt over your body as you refused to lift your aching legs, earning a laugh of pride from Zeke as his ego etched further up the scale.

Knock, knock, knock!

Zeke furrowed his eyebrows from the couch, like he did a few hours prior at your presence at the door as you cuddled up next to him. Zeke, now smirking at the idea that crept up into his brain, looked down at you.

“Would you get the door for me, little one?” He asked, testing your obedience, like his brother once did.

You shot up abruptly, your ass flashing him from underneath the large t-shirt as you edged towards the door, attempting to flatten your frizzy hair as Zeke chuckled at you as you opened the door.

“Hey, bro, I need to talk to you, me and Y/N broke—Y/N?”

Your eyes widened as you stood before your ex-boyfriend, a confused and shocked expression plastered on your face as your half-naked body, messy hair and hickey-covered neck greeted him like a fat slap in the face.

Zeke stood up from the couch, sauntering to the door, “Hey, little brother!” He waved, smiling happily despite the situation at hand, already chuckling at the joke he was about to make, “You know Y/N, right?”

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fury | e.yeager

eren yeager x fem!reader

!!: SMUT, vaginal sex, oral sex (male and female receiving), pet names like (bitch, whore, slut, princess, baby), degradation, humiliation, orgasm denial, slight reader x jean kirstein, eren’s so fucking mean (sorry not sorry), making each other jealous, rough sex, dirty talk, jealous eren RAAAAWR.

Eren didn’t even need to say anything and yet you knew he was fucking pissed.

You almost stopped what you were doing due to his intense stare from half-way across the busy room—but, you held out. Knowing this whole debacle had a high risk, yet high reward. If it worked in your favour, that is.

You were currently situated in the sweaty, loud house party your friend had thrown—tipsy as fuck and feeling disgustingly cheeky. Your cheeks were flushed red as you pushed your bottom half back against the male behind you. You knew your boyfriend was watching you mindlessly dance with your ex-boyfriend, Jean Kirstein, who you knew Eren despised.

You were only grinding against the tall, mullet-headed male to piss your boyfriend off for starting a meaningless fight in the car before the party. You were petty, Eren knew this, but he never knew you’d take it this far.

Jean’s hands rest against your liquid hips as you swayed deliciously to the beat, your body on fire as Eren bore holes into Jean’s hands against your soft skin.

“Someone doesn’t look to happy you’re with me, huh?”

Jean’s voice snapped your attention away from Eren’s dark, hooded eyes to his familiar voice. You knew exactly what he meant as you swallowed thickly.

“He can sulk all he wants, I don’t care.” You lied—knowing you did care what he thought as you wouldn’t be with Jean if you didn’t.

Jean chuckles breathily as he runs his hands up to your waist and back down again, choosing to not reply as you continue to dance with him.

You knew you had gotten to Eren but until he approached you, you weren’t gonna stop. However, you knew Eren was stubborn as shit, so if it took you all night to make him give in, then so be it.

“Looks like the score board is one nil now.”

Furrowing your eyebrows, you follow Jean’s eyes as he laughs evilly, watching something intently. However, your stomach drops when your eyes fall upon Jean’s entertainment.

Eren, leaning up against the wall, not bothering to watch your childish acts any longer, standing infuriatingly close to a girl whom he smirked down at as she whispered sweet nothings into his ear.

You could kill him.

Eren only turned back to you as the girl littered kisses against his tattooed neck, smirking like a fucking asshole at you.

Jean laughs lightly against your ear, whispering delicately into it, “Well, now that our audience is back, let’s put on a show, hm?”

Jean half expected you to just continue dancing with him to piss Eren off further, but you knew that wouldn’t faze him anymore.

So, when you turned around to face your ex-boyfriend and pulled his neck down to smush your lips together in a feverish kiss—both boys were taken aback. Eren twitched angrily as he shoved the girl nibbling at his neck off him, huffing loudly in rage as he watched you shove your tongue down your exes throat.

Before you could even get a proper taste of Jean, you were ripped away from the kiss and dragged through the bustling crowd. You could’ve laughed at the sheer grip Eren had around your wrist as he dragged you through the house and into a deserted room, slamming the door behind him.

“You think you’re fucking funny, huh?” He spat, the angriest you’d ever seen him in your life. “Think you’re fucking cute?”

“N-no, Eren—“

His body flew to yours in lightning speed as he pushed your body against the wall, hands forcing your own against the cold brick, gripping them in place roughly.

“Had an awful lot to say earlier, didn’t you? Where’s that fucking bitch attitude gone? Jean kissed it all out of you?” He growled, his dark gaze glaring down at you.

Words failed at you as your jaw fell slack at the sheer fury that laced his words, his voice low and indignant due to your actions. Your heart rate picked up so fast you thought you were going to go into cardiac arrest at the thought of what he was gonna do to you.

“Speak, bitch.”

His words stung as you whimpered slightly, “I-I’m sorry, baby, I swear.” The sweet nickname you slipped in doing nothing but pissing him off further.

“No, you’re fucking not,” He snapped, slamming his fist next to your head, his anger sending shockwaves of excitement to your core, “God, when did I get with such a fucking whore?”

The disgustingly degrading nickname should’ve offended you, but, your pearly white teeth couldn’t help but sink down into your pink lips as you rubbed your legs together to get some sort of sweet relief.

Eren noticed your antics, pushing his knee between your leg, forcing you to stop. This only ripped a needy whine from your throat which you instantly regretted as you met his eyes.

Uh, oh.

He dragged you from the wall and pushed you roughly onto the plush of the bed, as he ripped his t-shirt from his body, then slotted himself between your spread legs.

“You fucking disgust me,” He spat, his hands coming down to attack your breasts in your dress, tugging at your nipples roughly as you whined. “You’re nothing but a fucking slut—good only for making me cum and whoring around, aren’t you?”

His hands ripped at your clothes like his life depended on it—tossing them aside as he stared menacingly down at your naked frame. He wasted no time in undoing his belt and pushing his jeans to the floor.

“Get on your knees.”

You practically threw yourself to the floor as you kneeled in front of him, staring up at him through your lashes as he glared down at you, nothing but anger and disgust in his expression as he pulled his achingly hard cock from his boxers. His tip dribbled pre-cum as it bobbed in front of your face.

Eren didn’t ask your permission, not that he needed to, before forcing your mouth open and shoving all eight inches down your throat. You gagged and spluttered around him as the abruptness of his actions took you by surprise. Tears welled up in your eyes as he didn’t stop to let you adjust to his size, only continuing to slide his heavy cock across your tongue.

“Oh, fuck, yeah,” He growled, his hand nestled in your hair, pulling at the hair so hard you thought he’d tugged some out as you whined against him. “Don’t resist me, baby, you know this is what you deserve.”

Your nails clawed at his thighs as he thrust his hips feverishly against your mouth, balls slapping your chin as his pace never faltered. Tears fell quickly down your flushed cheeks as he abused your throat, putting your gag reflex to use as his tip smacked against your uvula.

“Eren, please!” You begged, as he pulled you off him briefly as you caught your breath, spit and tears covering your face as you heaved for breath.

“What? You think I’d fuck you nice and slowly after your behaviour earlier? I’m not Jean, the weak, vanilla piece of shit.” He spat, laughing darkly, “You wanna act like a slut, you get treated like one.”

He forced you back down onto his cock with a loud, gargled whine from you as fucked himself faster down your throat. He grunted lowly in pleasure as he planted a harsh slap to your cheek, forcing more tears from your eyes.

“Fuck, gonna make me cum down that stupid fucking throat if you carry on gaggin’ on me like that.”

You absentmindedly rubbed your thighs together, moaning on him as you provided yourself some sort of action as he fucked your throat mercilessly.

Eren didn’t like that.

He kicked your knees apart angrily, “Don’t you fucking dare.” He snarled, pulling his cock from your mouth as you whined desperately.

Eren dragged you up to your feet by your hair, shoving you back on the bed harshly as he followed you. You barely had time to think about what was going on before he forced your legs apart and planted his hot tongue against your sex.

You cried out, your hand flying to his messy bun, threading your fingers through his hair as he sucked your clit frenetically, groaning against your pussy. The rumble of his moans against your throbbing clit had you climbing towards your orgasm quicker than expected.

“Can’t even let me cum because you just want to yourself, you selfish bitch.” Eren snapped, pulling his mouth from your hot core, spitting on your pussy lewdly, and planting a rough slap to your aching clit, eliciting a loud, scratchy whine from your abused throat.

“Eren, please!” You cried as you felt him slip two long fingers inside your soaking wet hole, back arching off the bed as he pumped his fingers in and out of you as he lapped at your clit. Goddamn did that man know how to please you.

“‘M gonna cum!” You wailed, eyes squeezing shut as you could nearly taste your orgasm, Eren continuing to suck your clit like a thirsty man in the desert.

Just as your coil almost snapped in your tummy, your pussy felt awfully empty as Eren ripped his mouth and fingers from you just as you were about to cum. You didn’t even hide your annoyance as you burst into tears, wailing loudly as your pleasure faded away as he ripped it from you.

“E-Eren, please! Please—hiccup, please I need it. I’m so sorry, Rennie, please, please make me cum, please!” You begged, hands flailing at him, attempting to pull his stiff body down towards you as you sobbed into his shoulder, gripping onto his shoulders, nails piercing the skin.

“Jesus Christ, you’re pathetic.” Eren breathed evilly, shoving you off him, your body bouncing off the bed, your tits jiggling with every movement that had Eren’s cock twitching. “You don’t fucking deserve it, okay? I gotta punish you somehow, hm? You did this to yourself.”

“B-But, that girl!” You fought back, feeling anger bubbling in your chest as the reality of the situation hit you, “Wasn’t just me.”

“She came up to me—you willing went out of your way to find that asshole and stick your slutty tongue down his throat.” Eren bit back, pushing your legs up, folding you in half.

He leant down to spit on your pussy once more, catching some of the slick on his cock as he nudged your entrance, jerking the lubricant over his aching boner. You whined loudly as he pushed his tip inside you, knowing the second he prodded the sweet spot inside you, you’d soon build your orgasm back up again.

“If you so much as even think about cumming, I’ll stop and never fuck you again, and I fucking mean it.”

His threat played with your heart strings—feeling awfully sorry for yourself as you threw your head back in irritation, crying out loudly. Eren’s hand flew to your neck as he pushed himself fully inside you, again, not letting you adjust to his length, revelling in the way you wailed in wanton at his size.

Eren’s pace was evil.

You’d never been fucked like this before. Your legs practically behind your head, his large hand choking your neck, cutting off your airflow, and his cock drilling into you at such a speed you thought you were going to pass out.

You tried not to enjoy the way he was treating you—but, you secretly had never been more turned on in your entire life. Your pussy wetter than it’d ever been, evidently as Eren was cursing himself mentally at how incredible you felt—but, he wasn’t about to praise you right now.

“‘Ren, p-please!” You gasped out, nails carving up his back as he fucked you up, revelling in the way you whined his nickname loudly every time.

“Gonna cum so fuckin’ hard.” He warned you, his voice hoarse as his eyes rolled back, “Open your fucking mouth.”

You did as he asked as his pace quickened as he chased his orgasm, groaning and grunting against your leg. He pulled out quickly and forced his dick down your throat once more, crying out in pleasure as he lolled his head back.

-

Jean furrowed his eyebrows as he felt two tiny fingers tap his shoulder, ordering him to turn around.

He felt even more confused at the sight of you in front of him—eyes red and tired, cheeks stayed in tears with a red handprint on display on one, hair a total mess and your neck littered in bruises and another large handprint around the circumference of the front of your neck. Behind you, resided your smug boyfriend, smirking blissfully at your ex-boyfriend.

“What the fuck is this, Yeager?” Jean spat, feeling suddenly a bit threatened by the presence of your boyfriend.

“Open up, princess.”

Eren’s words confused Jean as he looked down at you. But, they soon made sense as you lolled your tongue out for Jean to see, secretly loving the way his jaw fell slack at the pool of cum resting on the pink muscle.

Jean’s eyes shot open in shock as he watched as you peered up at him so innocently as some of Eren’s cum rolled off your tongue and onto the floor.

“Wanna kiss my girlfriend again, Kirstein?”

this is for you @jaegsnicotine 🤗

[perfectyeager]

work wife | r.braun.

reiner braun x fem!reader

!!: cheating (im sorry), heaaaaaavy smut, vaginal sex, sex at work (taking nsfw literally), oral male receiving, use of the word ‘sir’ a lot, slight public sex? but not rlly, creampie (oops), fingering, boss!reiner and secretary!reader, dirty talk, swearing!

“Good-morning, Mr.Braun.”

Your sickly sweet voice sent chills down Reiner’s spine as you sat, perfect posture with a disgustingly beautiful smile on your perfect face, at your secretary desk right outside his office.

He smiled down at you, swallowing thickly as his perverted eyes landed down your white button-up shirt to your cleavage, “Morning,” He managed to force out as he quickly sped into his office, practically slamming the door behind himself.

He let out a shaky breath as he swallowed yet again, attempting to coat his obviously dry throat. He placed his black briefcase on his large Oak desk, and planting himself abruptly onto his enlarged leather chair. He sighed loudly as he rubbed his tired eyes, the image of your perfect smile imprinted in his brain as he pulled his laptop out of his briefcase.

The rest of the morning was quiet as usual, Reiner occasionally taking a five minute break to peer out his massive office windows, displaying the bustling streets of New York, while he sipped his coffee. He loved this job—being a CEO at a tech company wasn’t easy, but was definitely fulfilling. It had its downs, but had many more perks.

Knock, knock, knock..

“Sir?”

Ah, the number one perk.

“Come in.”

The door creaked open loudly as your figure appeared in the doorway, a small smile on your face as you clutched a dozen files against your perfect chest.

“Some files from the weekend while you were away, sir,” You informed him, shutting the door behind you and walking towards his desk.

You placed them gently next to his laptop, your manicured nails on full display for him as you did so. This was the first time he’d seen your full outfit today—you rocked a tight, white button-up, a dangerously short pencil skirt, black tights and slutty black heels.

“Thank you,” He replied, not daring to even look away from your perfect frame as you smiled down at him.

“Beautiful day, isn’t it?” You chirped, walking slowly around his desk to the large windows, peering down at all the people just as Reiner does himself.

“Mhm.”

You glance over at the muscled man, just to be greeted with his eyes fixated on you. His large biceps were practically busting out of his white shirt, and his dress pants doing the same against his large thighs as he manspread.

“How was your weekend? You went away with your wife, right?”

Reiner couldn’t help but notice the way you spat the words ‘your wife’ when you spoke, your voice laced with venom at the mere thought of her.

“Oh, yeah, right, I did,” He answered, rubbing his blonde, wispy, beard, “Didn’t end exactly how we wanted though,”

“Oh?” You questioned, walking slowly towards his desk, your voice pushing him to elaborate. You slid your body onto his desk, your legs dangling off the edge as you stared down at him, “C’mon, Sir, I’ll promise to keep it secret,”

Reiner tried to ignore the way his eyes darted up your skirt as the flirtatious words sparked straight into his pants, “She accused me of cheating,” He laughed, shaking his head.

You didn’t reply this time, waiting for him to keep talking, though, your eyes never left his muscly frame.

“I was showering when she went through my phone, and started going off at me while I was in the shower. Even when I got out, she wouldn’t stop going on at me, and it carried on all weekend,” He chuckled, “Can’t get a minute’s peace,”

“Oh, Sir, that’s awful,” You pouted, trying to hide your smirk at the way Reiner tensed up as you ran your foot up his calf, “And did you?”

Reiner cleared his throat loudly as he stared up at you, his thick eyebrows furrowed, “Did I what?”

“Cheat.”

“No, God, no. No.” He insisted, trying to stop his mind from racing at the way your foot kept moving against him.

“But, would you?”

His heart nearly stopped at the words that fell past your plump lips. He could’ve fainted if it wasn’t for the pure excitement flooding through his system that kept his heart hammering in his chest.

“Sorry?”

You knew he knew what you meant by the way your smirk only grew on your face. Your expression was devilish as you stared down at him.

“I said. Would you cheat?”

Words failed Reiner as your foot changed its usual movements to trail up to his thigh. Now trying to hide his enjoyment would be 1000 times harder.

“Because it seems to me, Sir,” Your voice sounding all too sultry for his liking, “You’re stressed and unhappy, and someone isn’t taking care of your needs.”

Reiner’s jaw falls slack as the words reach his ears, your evil grin never once leaving your face as your eyes never left his own. Jesus, fuck.

“I-um, I don’t think this appropriate.” The angel on Reiner’s shoulder spoke, ignoring the way the devil was practically screaming at him to do something about your insinuation.

“Isn’t this what secretary’s are supposed to do?”

You tried to patch up the dirty situation with a faux reasoning, as you crawled from the desk to his chair, slotting your knee between his thighs and grabbing his tie. Pulling on it to bring your mouth to his ear, revelling in the way his heartbeat thumped against your fist.

“I’m just doing my job for you, Sir.”

Reiner mentally cursed himself at the pure lewdness of the situation he’d landed himself in, the mindless flirting had turned into something he’d only dreamed of while fisting his cock late at night with his useless wife sleeping next to him.

“You’re excellent at your job,” He managed to force out, his voice trembling ever so slightly.

“Then let me take care of you, Sir.” You mewled, planting tentative kisses against his cologned skin, loving the expensive smell.

Fuuuuuck.

He’d never been harder in his entire life as you nibbled at his ear lobe as you whispered about how good you’d take of him and how more relaxed he’d feel after you were done with him.

Knock, knock, knock!

“Mr. Braun? Can I come in?”

Those words once eliciting excitement in him, knowing it was you, now sparked panic in him as the voice of his male colleague rang from outside the door.

“Get under the table, now.” He demanded, his eyes wide with panic as you giggled cheekily before doing as he asked of you.

Reiner cleared his throat before speaking, “Come in.” Ignoring the way his heart hammered in his chest.

His colleague sauntered in, shutting the door behind him, “So, I’ve had an email from Microsoft saying they accept the meeting you’ve requested with the CEO about our new launch, which is great. However, Apple did decline as they aren’t looking for anymore shares at the moment, which is disheartening, but the M.D from the branch I called said he knew you, so he’d arrange for you to be the first on the list next time they’re looking for shares.”

Reiner blinked as the information was reeled at him at lightning speed, his head still full of what occurred merely seconds before he walked into the room.

“Um, yeah, that should be—“

His sentence was cut short as his heart flew to his throat. The feeling of his pants zipper being pulled down shut him up as he felt your manicured hands manhandle the bulge in his boxers.

“That should be fine. Thanks, um, Henry, yeah. Thanks.” Reiner stumbled, wanting nothing more than for the idiot to leave.

“You okay, Sir?”

Reiner nodded, swallowing thickly as you pulled his thick cock from his boxers, feeling your thumb rub over his tip, collecting the pre-cum on your delicate fingers.

“Yep, never better, Henry.” Reiner coughed, rubbing the bridge of his nose as you wrapped your lips around his tip, “I think I’m just, jesus, coming down with something.”

“Awh, man, that sucks,” Yeah something sure is, “I heard there’s something nasty stuff going around the office at the minute.

Some nasty stuff was definitely happening in this room that poor Henry had no idea about.

“Yeah, not ideal, but, fuck, what can you, uh—what can you do, huh?” Reiner chuckled, trying to not sound like a lunatic as you bottomed out his throbbing cock in your wet throat.

Reiner knew he was big—long and thick, and not one girl he’d ever been with had been able to take his whole cock down their throat. You were putting them all, including his wife, to shame.

“Yeah, you’ll just have to ride it out, buddy.”

He coughed loudly, attempting to add to his act, but also to cover the giggle you made around his cock at the accidental sexual joke Henry made. The rumble of your laugh against his cock nearly made him moan out loud if it wasn’t for the fact he was now biting down on his fist, his canines practically piercing the skin.

“Thanks, Henry, I’ll get back to Apple later.”

“Microsoft, you mean, Sir?”

Oh, jesus, get out!

“Yep. Microsoft. Thanks.” Reiner nodded, secretly revelling at the you bobbed your head up and down his length, your petite hands wrapped around the base as you licked and sucked at his angry, pink tip.

Henry left with a smile and polite goodbye, shutting the door behind him. Reiner didn’t waste anymore time.

He stood up from desk abruptly, grabbing you by the hand to stand up, pressing your small frame against his desk, your hands trembling as you anticipated his next move.

“You almost got me caught there.”

You peered up at him through your lashes, your eyes running with tears and your cheeks flushed pink, as a quiet, ‘I’m sorry, Sir’ slipped past your swollen, pink lips, glistening with his spit and his pre-cum.

He could’ve cummed at the sight.

“Y’know, that could’ve got me in a lot of trouble,” He informed you, his hand creeping up your neck to rest on your cheek, “I’m feeling awfully stressed and unhappy now.”

“Sir?”

“Do your job, if you’re so insistent.” He told you, “Be good and listen to your boss.”

“Yes, Sir.”

You wasted no time getting back on your knees, waiting for him take a pleasant seat back on his leather chair. You didn’t wait another second before wrapping your pretty lips around his cock like he’d asked you to. This time, Reiner didn’t have to pretend to act normal, so let his head fall back against the head rest as the feeling of your warm mouth surrounded him.

Your delicate hand once against resided at the base of his cock, pumping him along with attempting to take as much of cock as you did previously as you hollowed your cheeks against him.

“Don’t act all shy now, I thought you were a good secretary?” Reiner teased, placing a large hand at the back of your head, intertwining his fingers into your hair, pushing your head further down his cock.

He laughed lowly at the way your throat contracted around him, your trembling hand leaving the base of his cock to rest against his thighs as your nose brushed against his curly blonde pubic hairs, tears falling from your eyes at the sheer size of him in your throat.

Reiner hummed in delight as he slowly lifted your wet throat up and down his throbbing cock, feeling satisfied with your willingness to make him feel better. And by God, was he feeling better already.

You gagged around him as he began bucking his hips slowly into you—your throat not being prepared for the force of his cock.

“What? Can’t take it all of a sudden now that your boss is in control? Well that’s not very good of you? Shall I report you to HR for being such a slut?”

You shook your head against him as best you could before he pulled you off him, a string of spit connecting your heavy tongue to his leaking tip. You spluttered as you gasped for air, your throat aching ever so slightly as you looked up at your boss.

“Up.”

You did as you were told, standing up from the floor, rubbing your thighs together in order to get any sort of friction to your aching clit.

Reiner stood up and took a few steps towards you, his rock hard cock bobbing with every step he took. His large hands grabbed the backs of your clothed thighs, pushing them upwards as you instinctively jumped up onto the desk.

“Or, you know what,” He spoke lowly, grabbing at the fabric of your tights, “I could just punish you myself.”

Riiiippp!

You gasped as his pure strength tore a large hole in the crotch of your tights, leaving your slutty pink lacy panties on full display for his predatory eyes.

“But, Sir—“

“What, baby? You starting to regret your decision?” He teased, pushing the fabric of your panties to the side, chuckling at the way you gasped as the cold air hit your sweet sex.

“No, no, Sir. Wanna make you feel good.” You mumbled as your chest heaved as his thick fingers fumbled with your buttons of your white button-up.

“Good girl.” He mumbled as he pulled the fabric off your top half, biting his lip at the matching pink lacy bra that clad your intense cleavage he once ogled at, “Jesus.”

“Please, Mr.Braun.” You whined, pulling his tie down to push him close to your body, “‘Need you.”

Reiner didn’t need you to say anything else before his fingers flew to your core. The slick that pooled from you eliciting a groan from his lips as he pushed a thick finger inside you.

“You dirty, dirty girl, so fuckin’ wet for me and I hadn’t even touched you.”

You whined against his neck as you grasped desperately on his tie, pulling it slacker and slacker the more you tugged on it.

He soon pressed a second finger inside your sloppy folds, indulging in the way you cried out lewdly against his shoulder, mumbling about how wet you’d gotten for him by just sucking his cock, making his throbbing boner twitch against your thigh.

“Please, Mr.Braun, need you,” You whined, arching your back against him as he abused your sweet spot over and over again.

“Gotta stretch you for my cock, baby, be patient.”

You pecked at his neck and nibbled the skin of his ear once more, moaning into his ear as he thrust his fingers repeatedly in and out of you, scissoring them to stretch your little pussy for his large cock that dribbled pre-cum on your black tights.

His thumb soon found your aching clit as he began to rub delicious circles against it, loving the way your moans upped an octave at the sudden added pleasure. He couldn’t ever get this out of his wife, you were something else. Someone he knew he wouldn’t just fuck once.

“Mmm, gonna cum, Sir!”

“Yeah? Gonna cum for your boss? Fuckin’ slut.”

His words pushed you over the edge as you came hard around his digits, throwing your head back, whining his name loudly.

“Shut up,” He mumbled, grabbing your chin harshly to meet your gaze, “Don’t want Henry coming back, do we?”

You shook your head as your orgasm still flooded your body like electricity through your veins as you finally came down from your high.

You didn’t even get chance to catch your breath before a large hand wrapped around your neck, pushing your back against the desk and forcing your legs up into the air. Your breath hitched as you felt his tip nudge your entrance, watching as he gathered your slick over himself, jerking it over his length before lining himself up with your tight hole.

He sheathed himself inside you slowly, his grip around your thighs tightening as he pushed his length deeper and deeper inside your tight pussy. His eyes flickered shut as his head lolled against your knee, swallowing to cure his dry throat as you pulsated around him.

He hadn’t even got himself full inside you yet, let alone fucked you properly, but he knew you’d be the best pussy he’d ever had.

“Jeeeesus, you’re so fucking tight.” Reiner groaned, his hips finally meeting your ass as he bottomed out, “Fucking hell.”

You were cock drunk already—he hadn’t even moved his throbbing cock and you looked fucked out before he’d even started. You should’ve known he’d be big by the sheer surface area of his muscly body.

Reiner took his time with you to began with. Pulling out slowly before snapping his hips forward to plunge into you, loving the way you’d whine each time he’d nearly pull all the way out and how’d you moan as he pushed himself all the way back inside you.

“Reiner, please,” You begged, the first time he’d heard you say his first name sent shockwaves to his cock, “Fuck me, please.”

“Yeah?” He started, his pace picking up ever so slightly at your request, “You gotta answer my questions correctly first.”

“Mmmm,” You whined, grasping at his hard bicep through his shirt, your face contorting in pleasure at the feeling of him inside you.

“Are you complaining?”

“No, no, no, Sir, never,” You answered quickly, shaking your head, your glossy eyes meeting his dark ones.

“Mm, that’s what I thought,” He retorted back, “So, what time do I like to be out of the office?”

“S-six pm, on a weekday, and four on a weekend.” You replied, breathing heavily as his pace stayed painfully slow.

“Good, why specifically early on a weekend?”

“So, y-you can go home and watch the b-baseball game.”

“Correct.” He grunted as he snapped his hips ever so slightly quicker than before, gnawing at his lip at the way your moans picked up.

“When did I join the company?”

“8th April 2017, Sir. One year before me.”

“How do I like my coffee?”

“Black, with a splash of cold water to n-not burn your tongue, Sir.”

“What’s my favourite drink?”

“A cold beer after work or a hot peppermint tea when you’re sick.”

“How do you know if I’m in a bad mood?”

“Your back is tensed up and your eyebrows are furrowed, and you’re always using your hands when you talk. Shows you’re a-angry.”

His cock twitched at the way you answered so quickly, secretly loving how much you idolised him.

“When did I get married?”

“D-don’t care,” You fired back. He knew you knew when he did, as you refused to look at him for a few weeks afterwards, showing your annoyance at the situation.

He chuckled at your words, stilling his hips against your ass, “That’s not what I asked you, princess,”

You whined, “Please, Sir, I’m sorry, I don’t know.”

“Don’t lie to me.”

You couldn’t help the way your cheeks flushed with embarrassment at the way you knew nearly everything about him:

“5th December 2020.”

“Good girl.”

You huffed angrily at the mention of his wife, rolling your eyes. Reiner didn’t take your annoyance unnoticed, he quickly rewarded you for your correct answer.

His pace changed from desperately slow, to dangerously fast. You gasped and moaned loudly, your sultry voice filling the room. Reiner picked your lulled head up and smashed his lips against yours, quietening your moans with his mouth. His own groans filling your mouth as he pushed his excruciatingly large cock in and out of you, one hand around your neck and the other gripping your waist, pushing your body down onto him as he fucked you.

“Fuuuck, baby, you’re creamin’ all over me,” He whispered in your ear, as he peered down at the milky, white ring of cum that appeared around the base of his cock, as his hand trailed down to rub circles on your aching clit, and the other grasping at your breasts as they spilled out of your bra with every harsh thrust he gave.

“Mr.Braun,” You wailed, wrapping your legs around his waist as he continued to destroy you with every snap of his lips, the disgustingly pornographic sound of your soaking wet pussy squelching around him filling the room.

His fingers worked wonders against your clit as within seconds of him starting to abuse your bud, you felt the stir of your second orgasm approaching. Your eyes squeezed shut as your nails clawed down his back through the fabric of his shirt, whining and whimpering at the sheer amount of pleasure the perfect man was bringing you.

“She could never make me feel as good at this.”

That was it. He didn’t even bother trying to quieten your moans as you squirted around him. The slippery liquid drenching your thighs and his abdomen as you orgasmed hard, your toes curling in your heels and your back arching off the desk. The idea of his wife never being able to pleasure him like you did made you tingle inside.

“Oh, fuck,” He mumbled as he picked up his pace ever so slightly, his thighs trembling and hips slacking as he came shortly after you. His head nuzzled in your neck as he groaned your name into your shoulder, biting and marking the skin as he pushed his load further into you.

Your legs ached as he let them down from his grip and onto the wooden desk he’d just fucked you on, pulling his softening dick out of you with a hiss. Your chest heaved slightly with each breath as your body relaxed after the pleasureful abuse it just endured.

He tucked himself back into boxers and zipped up his dress pants, and fixed his fully loosened tie, covered in your spit and a few drizzles of your slick on the tip of it. He handed you your shirt in silence as you buttoned your self up, your eyes never leaving the floor.

Once you clothed yourself, you stood up from his slick covered desk, ignoring the way your legs shook. Reiner took a seat at his leather chair, staring up at you with a devilish expression.

“Thank you, I feel a lot better,” He smirked, “You’re excused.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Before you could get far, a firm grip on your wrist pulled you backwards abruptly with a yelp, landing you on his chest, a feverish kiss pushed against your swollen lips. Reiner’s tongue danced in your mouth after pushing past your bottom lip, as his large hand tangled in your hair.

He pulled away soon after, pressing one last loving peck to your spit covered lips before beckoning you out the door—hair a mess, skirt creased and your tights ripped underneath them but giggling nonetheless as you shut the door behind you.

-

“Excuse me, do you know if Reiner is on a call?”

Your head snapped up at the sound of the female voice in front of you. Anger and jealously instantly filled your senses as you stared up at the woman at your desk.

“Oh, hello, Mrs. Braun.” You faked a smile as your eyes glided over the poorly dressed woman, admiring her awful fashion sense and lack of confidence as she quite obviously showed her intimidation against you.

“Hello,” She replied back, “So, is he busy?”

“He most definitely was earlier, but let me double check for you, ma’am.” You alluded to your secret relations, a spike of excitement filling your heart at the thought of her naiveness, as you stood up from your chair, adjusting your skirt to hide the large hole in your tights.

You knocked on his door loudly, “Sir?”

Your sickly familiar voice filled his ears as he smirked widely at the previous memories of your day filled his head, “Come in.”

The door swung open to show your beautiful frame, an evil smirk your face as you moved to the side to reveal his wife stood behind you. Reiner’s heart dropped to his stomach at the sight.

“H-honey, what are you doing here?” He stuttered, panic filling his body at the thought of her possibly finding out about his affair.

“I thought I’d bring you some coffee, and to discuss some things.” She smiled, referring to the argumentative weekend they had experienced.

“Oh, how lovely. Black with cold water?” You spoke up.

His wife’s face dropped, “Oh, um, no. A latte. Do you not like those?”

Reiner couldn’t help but watch as your smirk grew wider and wider at his wife’s disappointed expression.

“No, no, honey, I love them.” Reiner lied, already disliking the thought of the milky coffee.

His wife smiled happily as she entered the room to press a sweet kiss against his cheek. You couldn’t help but watch as he cringed slightly at the feeling of her lips against his face as yours had been earlier on.

“What’s that on your tie, honey?”

You couldn’t help but chuckle, bringing his wife’s attention back to you, as his eyes widened in a panicked state, “So messy, aren’t you, Sir? Clearly I need to fix you a new one, hm?”

Reiner nodded, gulping thickly at the thought of his wife seeing your cum all over his tie, “Yes, um, thank you. That would be perfect.”

His wife smiled at you as she turned around, her back facing you, to stare at the view out of his window, “Beautiful day, isn’t it?”

Reiner’s eyes stayed fixated on your frame as you lifted your skirt up ever so lightly to reveal your soaking wet panties and cum covered thighs from when he’d filled you up so deep, feeling a tent rise in his tight dress pants once more, knowing the second his wife left he’d have you again.

“It sure is.”

GODDDAMNNNN

im hot and bothered even writing this jeeeeez

[perfectyeager]

obsess | e.yeager

eren yeager x fem!reader

!!: heavy smut! vaginal sex, eren is obessed with you, praise, dirty talk, flirting, male oral giving, eren being disgustingly down bad, eren sex god!! all characters aged up.

You didn’t need do to a lot to get male attention.

The way your perfectly hips rocked as you walked, your perky breasts bouncing ever so slightly with each step, your perfect, long luscious hair swinging in the wind had many, men and women, staring at you. You couldn’t help it—it wasn’t your fault your Mother passed down such incredible genes.

When you’d walk into rooms or the cafeteria at your college, you’d have many heads turning just to watch you. You didn’t mind it, though, as many other pretty girls did. You liked the attention secretly.

But, amongst all the boys who stared and whispered about you as you walked past. No boy like him ever had the courage to come up and talk to you.

You were surprised when the tall brunette sauntered over to you, radiating confidence as he approached the bench you were perched upon in the courtyard. You admired the way the white t-shirt he was wearing hugged his muscles so perfectly, watching as his hands were stuffed into the oversized grey sweatpants he wore on his bottom half, hiding the rest of the tattoos he had littered over his arms and hands, as well as his neck. He had his dark brown locks thrown into a messy bun, a few rogue strands framing his face, suiting his piercing green eyes as he stared down at you. He was hot.

So, when he took a seat next to you and flirted like his life depended on it—you were taken aback. The only time you’d ever been intrigued by a guy and their antics. He was perfect, so incredibly gorgeous and had a way with words for certain. He had you hooked from one conversation and you couldn’t get him out of your head.

So, that’s how he got you to see him outside of classes and how he had you making risky decisions after only knowing him for a few days.

And that’s how he has you any time he wants.

“Oh, Eren, fuuuuck.” You drawled as you grasped the headboard desperately, your knuckles gleaming white as you gripped the cold metal.

“What, baby?” He teased, his voice laced with a teasing tone, his hands resting harshly against the pudge of your hips as he held you where he wanted you.

That sinisterly intriguing voice of his is how he got you stuffed full of his dick in his dimly lit room and your eyes streaming full of tears at the meer size of his cock.

Words failed you as you gripped his headboard as your trembling thighs straddled him, your cheeks flushed red and covered in your tears. This was the third round he’d had you in—your legs were aching and your pussy was quivering due to the amount of times he’d made you cum in the last hour.

He had you bent over his desk the first round, his hands pawing at your waist and ass as he pounded into you from behind. Only pulling out once to cum all over your back with a low groan of pleasure—only doing so after he’d reached underneath you and circled your clit while pushing further into you until you creamed around his thick cock.

The second round, his head resided between your thighs as you sprawled out on his bed, panting and whining as his tongue worked wonders against your throbbing clit. Eren didn’t stop until you’d cum twice and were kicking him off your trembling pussy, panting like a dog in heat. Eren may have stopped devouring your pussy with his mouth—but, he wasn’t done with you yet. He fucked you in missionary, your right leg on his shoulder as he rammed into you, stringing dirty sentences together to add to the intense pleasure you felt. He, once again, only pulled out to cum all over your tits and face, groaning your name as you stuck out your tongue for his load like the dirty slut you were.

Now, he had you riding him, the third and final round as he promised. Though, your attempt to ride him with your tired, shaking legs was poor—so Eren gripped your hips harshly, his cold rings pressing deliciously against your warm skin, and lifted you up and down on his cock, which remained still dangerously hard and ready to release for a third time.

“Come on, beautiful, use your words.” Eren drawled, his voice low and dark as his eyes bore into yours. His hand reached up from your hip to wipe the tears from your face, the other slowly rolling you back and forth on him, sparking a loud, elicit moan from your mouth as your clit rolled against his pelvic bone.

“‘M so tired, ‘Ren.” You slurred, “Can’t take it anymore.”

“I know, baby, I know,” He fawned at you, brushing the hair that stuck to your sweaty forehead out the way, “‘M so mean for making you cum so many times, aren’t I?”

You nodded absentmindedly as his hand returned to your hip, continuing to roll you back and forth against him, feeling the way his tip jabbed against your sweet spot every time he did so.

You yelled out in pleasure as his hips bucked up abruptly, the head of cock kissing your cervix evilly. Your hands rushed to his defined shoulders, stringing whines from your mouth as he laughed at you, his chest rocking as he gripped your hips harder. You knew what was coming.

“Eren, plea—“

Eren didn’t let you finish as he began bucking his hips upwards inside you at a devilish pace, his hands holding onto your hips for dear life. His grunts and groans of pleasure filled your ears as he did so, his pearly white teeth biting down on his plump bottom lip as he stared down at his disappearing cock.

You couldn’t help but stare at the pure beauty that engulfed him as he rolled his eyes back in pure pleasure of your tight pussy. The sight of him sparked adrenaline throughout your body as you pressed down against his shoulders as you brought your body down to meet him half way, pushing every thrust deeper.

“Oooh, fuuuck, baby, that’s it,” Eren praised, his hands digging further into you and you leant forward to nibble at his neck, littering purple marks against his tattooed skin.

One of his hands flew to your clit as he continued to fuck upwards into your wet walls, the sound of your slick covering him filled room along with your desperate moans.

The pressure in your stomach grew faster than ever before as he rubbed your bud swiftly, his pace never faltering, “Mmm, ‘rennie, ‘m gonna cum.” You whined, your eyes squeezing shut as his cock abused your G-spot deliciously over and over again.

“Yeah? Yeah, you ‘gon cum for ‘rennie, hm?” Eren pushed, knowing how close you were, “Cum with me, baby, make ‘rennie cum with that pretty pussy.”

You pushed yourself faster down on his as you chased after your high, soon catching it. Throwing your head back, your leg tensed up as you moaned loudly, your orgasm hitting you for the last time like a ten tonne truck. Eren soon followed, holding your hips down, his fingers twitching against your clit as he spilled himself inside you, groaning against your neck as he kissed the delicate skin.

You soon came down from your high, your chest heaving quickly as you stared down at him, feeling his large cock finally becoming flaccid inside you. You bit your lip in pure ecstasy as the brunette boy peered down at you, a smirk resting on his kiss-swollen lips.

He pecked your lips lovingly as he lifted you off his member slowly, making sure to take your aching body and pussy into consideration as he moved you. He laid you on your back on his ruffled sheets, pressing a gentle kiss to your knuckles before retreating to his bathroom. He soon returned with a warm, wet cloth which he used to clean the three loads of cum off your body, his last dripping from you and down your thighs.

As he did so, your eyes fluttered shut as tiredness coaxed you into a deep sleep, your mouth resting openly comfortably. Eren chuckled quietly at the state of you—feeling proud of himself that he’d managed to have the most wanted girl in your college in every way possible.

He planted a sweet kiss to your forehead, “You got me obsessed, girl.”