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𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: 𝐑𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐮𝐧 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: On a camping trip with friends, everyone’s asleep when Reiner sneaks over to you sitting alone by the campfire. One touch turns into another, and soon you’re desperately trying to stay quiet while he worships your body under the stars.

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 (𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈): (Not that it really matters, but this is an AU where they're all at least in their early/mid twenties—and everyone's alive. Marco is mentioned in the story but not sexually lol, okay anyways) Public sex, you get caught oops, unprotected sex, cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, little bit of nipple play, vaginal sex, multiple multiple orgasms, overstimulation, lots of dirty talk, praise, two rounds, creampies, Reiner worships you basically, Reiner's a munch, Reiner eats you out after cumming in you twice, possessive Reiner, etc.

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𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: Please feel free to leave a like, comment, and feel free to reblog! I am grateful for all of you—thank you for reading my work!

𝐀𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒, 𝟏𝟖+ 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘! 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒, 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓!

“𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬.”

The forest is quiet, the kind of stillness that settles in once the sun dips behind the mountains and the campfire burns low. Everyone else has already called it a night, retreating to their tents in a pile of worn out limbs and sleepy murmurs. You linger by the fire, poking at the glowing embers with a stick, not quite ready to turn in.

The distant sound of footsteps catches your attention, and you glance up to see Reiner emerging from the darkness. His shirt is still clinging to him from the day’s hike, sweat stains dried into the fabric, and his hair is a tousled mess. He rolls his shoulders, cracking his neck before giving you a small nod.

“Can’t sleep?” He asks, his voice low and a little rough.

You shake your head, offering him a tired smile. “Not yet. Figured I’d keep an eye on the fire a bit longer.”

He hums in agreement, dropping his heavy pack onto the ground before taking a seat next to you. The log creaks under his weight, and you catch a whiff of cedar and smoke as he settles in. Reiner stretches his legs out, leaning back on his palms, eyes fixed on the flickering flames.

“Thought you’d be out like a light,” you tease gently. “You were practically running up that last hill.”

He chuckles, the sound deep and rumbling. “Got a little carried away, I guess. Didn’t want to look weak in front of you.”

You snort, rolling your eyes. “You? Weak? Not likely.”

His gaze slides to you, a glint of something playful hidden behind his usual stoic expression. “Oh? You keeping track of me now?”

Heat rises to your cheeks, and you’re grateful for the dim light. “Maybe. Hard not to notice you when you’re always showing off.”

A smirk tugs at his lips, and he shifts closer, his thigh brushing yours. “Guess I’m not the only one then,” he murmurs, his voice dropping lower.

The air between you feels heavier now, charged with something that wasn’t there before. Reiner’s hand comes to rest on your thigh, his fingers grazing your skin through the thin fabric of your shorts. “You got any more smart remarks, or are you just gonna sit here looking pretty?”

Your breath hitches at his touch, but you don’t pull away. Instead, you meet his gaze, fighting the shiver that threatens to crawl up your spine. “Depends,” you murmur, tilting your head slightly. “You planning on sticking around, or just teasing me?”

Reiner’s lips curve into a lazy smile, and he leans closer, his hand sliding just a bit higher on your thigh. “You think I’d just leave you out here by yourself?” His voice drops, low and rough like gravel.

Your heart thuds against your ribs, and you swallow down the sudden rush of heat. “Seems like you’ve been keeping your distance,” you whisper, trying to sound more confident than you feel.

His smile falters, and his hand pauses. “Didn’t think you wanted me around like that,” he admits quietly, his thumb tracing slow circles against your leg. “But you keep looking at me like that, and it’s hard to ignore.”

You’re not sure if it’s the firelight or the tension in his eyes, but you suddenly feel bolder. Leaning in, you brush your lips against his jaw, right where his stubble scrapes against your skin. “And how exactly am I looking at you?”

He huffs a soft laugh, his other hand finding your waist and squeezing gently. “Like you want me to pin you to the ground right here.”

The words send a thrill down your spine, and you can’t help the way your fingers tangle in the front of his shirt, pulling him closer. His lips find yours, tentative at first, like he’s still testing the waters. But when you nip at his bottom lip, he groans softly, his hand tightening on your thigh.

“You really think I didn’t notice you watching me today?” He mutters against your mouth, his voice rough and teasing. “The way your eyes kept wandering every time I lifted something heavy... made me wonder if you wanted me to throw you over my shoulder next.”

Your cheeks burn, but you don’t deny it. Instead, you press harder against him, your body craving his warmth. “Maybe I did,” you whisper. “Maybe I still do.”

Reiner doesn’t waste another second, his lips crashing back into yours with a force that steals your breath. He pulls you into his lap, your knees bracketing his hips as his hands find your waist, holding you firm. The campfire crackles behind you, the cool night air nipping at your skin, but none of it matters when his mouth trails down your neck, nipping and kissing in a way that makes you gasp.

“You’re gonna kill me,” he growls, his lips brushing against your collarbone. “But hell if I’m gonna stop now.”

You practically whimper under his touch, "good, 'cause I don't want you to..."

That's all it takes. He lifts you by your waist, your legs still wrapped around him, and he carries you to your tent across the campfire. He sets you down, unzips the tent, and the two of you quickly file in. He zips the tent shut behind you, and your heart races realizing what you're getting yourself into.

"We'll have to be quiet," he whispers as he quickly tears off his shirt. "Don't want anyone to hear us, do we?"

Your face gets warm and you nod. You also remove your shirt, exposing your bare chest before him.

"Damn, no bra?" He smirks, staring at your tits with blown pupils.

You shake your head. "I was planning on lying down in a bit, so," you giggle, "but this is much better."

He nods, and wraps his strong arms around you pulling you close. Reiner’s hands find your waist, his thumbs brushing over your soft sides as his lips press hot kisses to your neck. “You’re making it real hard to stay quiet,” you moan softly, voice heavy with need and desire.

Your fingers tangle in his hair, tugging just enough to make him groan. “Maybe I like pushing your limits,” he teases, and you bite back a gasp when his mouth moves lower, teeth scraping lightly against your collarbone.

His hands slide up, cupping your bare breasts with a touch that makes your breath hitch. His thumbs graze over your nipples, drawing a soft moan from you that you quickly muffle with your hand. He massages your nipples with his calloused fingers, drawing out more soft noises from your pretty lips.

Reiner chuckles, his lips ghosting over the swell of your chest. “So damn pretty,” he breathes, his mouth finding one of your nipples, tongue swirling around it—his mouth is hot and slick with his saliva. His lips wrap around your nipple, and he sucks gently, continuing to massage your other breast with his large hand, tugging and pulling your nipple, causing you to whine under his touch.

He's practically drooling on your breast—his saliva running hot down it and down the rest of your chest. He grips your other breast tighter, relishing the way your skin feels under his touch. Your hand travels down his chest, tracing the dips and ridges of his muscles, and it settles at the waistband of his pants. You can feel his trail of hair at his naval, and it makes your core ache with desire.

Your back arches into him, your thighs squeezing his hips as he lavishes attention on your skin. “Reiner,” you whisper, voice trembling.

He looks up at you from beneath heavy lids, his lips wet and swollen. “God, I’ve wanted you like this for so long,” he admits, his hands sliding down to grip your hips. “Thought I was gonna lose my mind today, watching you bend over to grab those logs. Had to take a walk just to get myself together.”

Heat pools low in your stomach, and you can’t help the smug little smile that tugs at your lips. “You’re not the only one who was struggling,” you admit. “Watching you haul those heavy bags, sweat running down your chest... I almost lost it.”

A deep, rumbling growl vibrates against your skin as he moves back up to capture your lips again, his hands slipping beneath the waistband of your shorts, fingers kneading your bare skin. “You’re gonna be the death of me,” he groans, pulling your shorts and panties down in one smooth motion.

Your hand travels to his belt buckle, and you unbuckle it swiftly, helping him remove his pants along with his boxers. He sighs as his painful erection is freed from its confines. You look down and gasp at the sight of him—he's long and thick, and his hair is neat and dark blonde. His heart swells with confidence, and he lays you down on your sleeping bag on the ground.

"I can't promise this will be very comfortable," he begins, "but I'll do everything I can to make sure you enjoy yourself," he promises as he grips your knees and spreads your legs apart, presenting you to him. You cover your face, slightly embarrassed, and he moves your arm away. "No," he whispers, "baby, I wanna see you—you're absolutely stunning. You have no reason to be embarrassed." He smiles softly at you while looking deep into your eyes, searching for any sign of you wanting out of this. After seeing none, he moves his face closer to your wetness, and he exhales sharply.

He wastes no time, and immediately brings a finger to your slit, collecting the arousal that has built up. You already let a moan slip out, and you bite your lip trying to quiet yourself. He chuckles to himself, feeling proud, and he moves his finger from your slit up to your clit, and starts to rub it with small circular motions. You writhe under his touch, already desperate for more.

He slides one of his thick fingers into your hole, and lets out a soft groan. "God, you're so tight," he whispers, looking up at you, admiring your face. "Can't wait to see you take my cock," he smirks, living for the way your face heats up at his words.

"Reiner~" you whine, slightly embarrassed, yet also loving what's conspiring between you two. Your face continues to heat up and you cover your eyes to hide yourself again.

"What?" he chortles, as he adds another finger into your cunt, "you like when I tell you how much I've wanted your little pussy to take my cock, huh?" He grins, relishing in your reaction. "Well, she's taking just two of my fingers so well right now," he continues. "Wonder how well she'd take three, hmm?"

He does as he says, and slides a third finger into your cunt, causing you to moan out his name quite loudly—hopefully not waking up Connie or Marco in the tent next to yours. He spreads his fingers inside of you, stretching you out so good you swear you can see stars. His mouth lowers down to your clit, and he licks at it softly at first. He swirls his tongue around it, and wraps his lips around it—sucking gently. His other hand grips your plush thigh possessively, and he smacks it lightly, earning another moan from your lips.

His fingers work their magic inside of you, brushing against every spot that makes you want to cum right then and there. He's got your slick juices coating his fingers—it dribbles down his wrist, and it glistens lowly in the darkness of the tent—only the moonlight and the low flicker of the campfire passing through the thin fabric separating you two from the rest of the world.

You arch your back as he sucks your clit harsher, and fucks his fingers inside of you quicker. "Reiner," you gasp, as your hand flies down to his head, pulling his blonde locks harshly. He lets out a deep groan against your cunt, his gravelly voice sending deep vibrations up your body. You gasp, and suddenly squirt all over his fingers and face. Your face burns hot once more, afraid he'll react negatively.

His fingers ride you through your orgasm, not wanting to end it too soon. Eventually, he pulls his fingers out, and moves his mouth down to your hole, and his tongue slips in, slurping up all the juices and slickness your wet cunt has to offer him. You moan again, and tug on his hair as he continues to eat your pussy like it's his last meal. You moan out his name over and over, his grip on your thighs tight, his fingertips sure to leave bruises in the morning.

His tongue explores the inside of your cunt as his nose brushes against your clit, causing your thighs to clamp shut around his head. You're feeling extremely overstimulated, but that doesn't stop him—you're not sure if anything could at this point. He pulls his tongue out, and licks up and down your slit, and kisses your cunt over and over. You throw your head back in bliss, and he leans back slightly. He spits on your cunt, and spreads his saliva all around your lips and clit with his tongue. He sucks on your clit once more, soaking wet with his saliva and your arousal, and two of his fingers slide inside of you again with ease. You cry out his name, your thighs trembling and shaking against his head, hopefully not suffocating him.

He makes scissoring motions with his fingers, and he gently takes your clit between his teeth. Your core immediately is hot, your vision white, stomach pulling tight as you orgasm a second time on his face. He moans deeply into your pussy, his tongue lapping up everything it has to offer. He pulls away, out of breath, face pink and wet. "You're so unbelievably fucking sexy, God damn."

He lies down next to you, and pulls you on top of him. He leans forward, and kisses your lips, your jaw, your breasts once more. He lies fully back down, and lines you up with his lap. You hesitate for a moment, looking down at his chest that is rising and falling quickly as he catches his breath. You look up into his eyes, that are blown wide and full of need and desire. Without a word, he gently pulls you over him, guiding your hips so you’re hovering above his hardened, aching and leaking cock. You shiver, feeling the heat of him against your wetness, and you lower yourself just enough to tease him, feeling the tip brush against your entrance.

Reiner groans at the contact, his hands sliding to your waist as he gives you an encouraging, “go on, baby. I know you want to.”

You push yourself down just enough for him to slip inside, a slow and tantalizing stretch as you take him inch by inch. The feeling of his thickness filling you has you gasping, and you pause to adjust to the feeling, trying to steady your breathing.

He watches you with intensity, his hands gripping your waist tightly, but allowing you to move at your own pace. “You’re so perfect,” he murmurs, his voice husky. “You feel so fucking good around me. I swear, you were made for this cock.”

Your face flushes as you begin to move, rising and falling on his cock in a rhythm that makes your stomach tighten with pleasure. His hands guide your hips, helping you find a steady pace. You lean forward slightly, bracing yourself on his chest, and the angle shifts, allowing you to feel him even deeper inside. He groans deeply, his hands moving from your hips to your ass, grabbing and massaging the soft flesh as you continue your steady pace.

"Such a good girl," he groans, relishing in the way your cunt milks his needy cock. "You like taking my cock, huh?" He asks you, as he nips at your neck, sure to leave marks for everyone else to see.

"Mhmm," you whine, totally drunk on him. His cock stretches you out in the most pleasurable way, the burn of him stretching you out almost immediately diminishing as you continue to ride him. You grip his shoulders tight, steadying yourself, and bounce a little harder on him.

He groans deeply, smacking your ass with both of his large hands. "Yeah, baby? You like being stretched open by my big fat cock? Hmm?"

You're practically drooling with how good he feels, and you nod fervently.

"Say it," he groans, his grip meeting your hips again as he starts fucking up into you, matching your pace.

"Mmm, Reiner, I-I love the way you feel i-inside of me," you mewl, eyes hazy and mind cloudy.

He grips your hips tightly, claiming you as his. "Fuck, you don't know how-how long I've wanted this, wanted you," he confesses as he continues to fuck into you. His girth makes you putty in his hands, and you pant above him, nodding at practically whatever he says. He looks up at your cock drunk face, and smirks. "Look at you," he breathes sharply, "you love being my little cock slut, don't you?"

You nod, and moan above him, intoxicated by his touch. He continues to rut up inside of you, his heavy balls slapping your ass with every thrust. He groans deeply, obviously obsessed with the sight of you. "Don't worry, baby. I'll take care of you," he promises. "Just gonna ruin you first."

He grips your hips tighter, and quickens his pace, his hips moving faster and faster. You continue to let out long streams of moans, totally unaware of your surroundings at this point, and definitely waking people up around you. Reiner growls as he continues to pump himself inside you, his large cock abusing every inch of your walls. His fat tip keeps slamming against your cervix, and the veins on his cock rub against your walls with every thrust.

You clench tightly around him, and your eyes practically roll to the back of your head. He huffs loudly, "fuck, baby if you keep clenching my cock like that, I'm not gonna last much longer."

You like the idea of him filling you up, so you clench his cock even harder as his thrusts quicken. "Mmmm, Reiner," you drool, your mind only thinking of him and his cock.

He grunts, and grips your hips even tighter if that were possible—absolutely leaving marks in his wake. "Fuck baby, I could hear you moan my name all night," he groans, his hips starting to lose their rhythm. "Fuck, fuck," he whimpers, as he holds you still, releasing fat, hot spurts of cum into your pussy, painting your walls white. You follow right after, orgasming for the third time tonight.

He fucks his cum deep inside of you, not wanting to pull out, not wanting any cum to escape. "Fuck, baby," he whispers, "you belong to me now. Every inch of you is mine," he claims, low and possessive. You don't even really comprehend what he's saying, and you just nod—too fucked out to do anything else.

He eventually does pull out, and he spins you around onto all fours, your hands and knees immediately making contact with the sharp twigs and rocks under your sleeping bag. "God, you're such a good little slut for me, I can't possibly call it a night," he mumbles as he gives your ass a few good smacks, admiring the way you yelp under his touch. He languidly plays with your pussy while he waits for his cock to get hard again, not wanting the night to end.

You bite your lip, and whine under his touch, fucked beyond comprehension. But it's not over, oh no.

Once his cock is finally hard again, he wastes no time in getting back to fucking your brains out. He brushes his sensitive tip against your sopping wet folds, earning groans from the both of you. He pushes himself back inside, where it's warm and welcoming, and he sighs. Your cunt accepts him without struggle, and he pushes in all the way to the hilt. A soft "fuck" escapes his lips, as he tosses his head back and sighs. He grabs your waist with one hand, and runs his other hand along your back as he starts fucking into you at a decent pace once more. You arch your back for him, your face pressed against your pillow on the ground.

"God, you're fucking dripping for me," he mumbles as he stares at the way his cock easily slides in and out of your soaking hole. It leaves a creamy white ring at the base of him, a mixture of both your arousal. "Your pretty little pussy feels so fucking good wrapped around me baby, never wanna let you go. Gonna fuck you so good you'll forget anyone else has ever touched you," he says under his breath, not really expecting an answer. He picks up the pace, his cock continuing to bully its way in and out of your cunt over and over again.

His hips continue to snap against your ass, his pace getting harsher, eager to make you orgasm once more. He's lost count at this point, but he knows it's never enough. He continues to eye the way your cunt sucks in his cock, greedily taking all he has to give. "Such a needy little cock slut, aren't you?" He asks roughly, gripping the hair that's splayed over your shoulder. You yelp, and he pulls your back flush to his chest as he continues to pound into you. "You're such a good fucking girl, taking everything I give you, yeah? You're my filthy little thing, and I wouldn't have you any other way."

You cry out at the intensity of his thrusts, his words also getting to you. You can't even form a complete sentence, all you can do is moan his name over and over again, the thought of waking people up long gone. “Can’t even think straight, can you?" He asks, smirking as he fucks up into you even harsher. "I’ve got you that dumb on my dick already?"

You can't take it anymore, and your walls clench around his abusive cock, spasming as they release yet another orgasm. You're unsure how many it's been, four? five? It's definitely the most you've ever came in one night, that's for sure. He growls, the feeling of your walls spasming against him is enough to throw him over the edge once more. He cries out your name as he releases his load inside of you once more—you feel like he's filled you to the max.

He hesitantly pulls out of you, not wanting to overstimulate either of you. He gently lies you on your back on the sleeping bag, and kisses down your sweaty chest and abdomen, making his way to your cunt once more. "Reiner," you weakly call out. "I-I can't c-cum again," you whine.

"Shhh, it's okay, baby," he coos, as his mouth meets your cunt once more. His grip on your thighs is softer, yet still firm, as his tongue laps up any juices that have escaped your hole. He relishes in the taste of your arousal mixed with his load, and he continues to lap at your hole until you're mostly cleaned off. The only noises to be heard are your labored breathing, and his tongue slurping and sucking at your pussy, along with your breathy moans, and his deep grunts. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand sheepishly, suddenly feeling exposed and shy. He gently pulls his t-shirt on your naked frame, and grabs some of your spare blankets in the tent, making himself a makeshift bed next to your sleeping bag.

He tucks you into your sleeping bag, and your exhausted face makes his heart swell. He looks at you lovingly, wondering if a relationship will bloom between you two, or if this was a one night stand. He really hopes not. He's not that kind of guy.

He lies down next to you, and wraps his arms around you, holding you close. His fingers brush through your hair, and he kisses the top of your head, closing his eyes.

The sun has just risen, painting the sky in soft shades of pink and orange. The fire from the night before is just a smoldering pile of ash, and a few early birds are chirping nearby. You and Reiner are still tangled up in each other, his arm draped protectively around your waist. You’re half asleep when you hear the unmistakable sound of someone unzipping a tent.

Connie’s voice rings out, muffled but unmistakable. “Yo, Marco, did you hear all of that last night?”

Marco yawns, stretching his arms overhead. “Hear what?”

Connie snorts. “Are you fucking serious? The... noises. Thought I was dreaming at first. Someone was definitely having a good time.”

Your heart pounds in your chest as you catch Reiner’s sleepy grin. He pulls you closer, clearly not bothered. You, on the other hand, are mortified.

Marco hums, thoughtful. His cheeks turn a soft shade of pink when he realizes what Connie is saying. “Oh... yeah. It was pretty loud. Wonder who it was.”

Connie’s voice drops to a whisper, but it’s still loud enough for you and Reiner to hear. “Bet it was Reiner. Guy’s built like a brick house—probably doesn’t even know how to be quiet.”

Reiner chuckles softly into your hair, his lips brushing against your ear. “Told you we’d have to be quiet,” he teases, his fingers tracing lazy circles on your hip.

Before you can respond, there’s a loud, exaggerated cough from outside your tent. “Hey, Reiner!” Connie calls out, amusement clear in his tone. “You good in there, buddy? Hope you didn’t hurt (Y/N)!”

You bury your face in Reiner’s chest, embarrassed beyond belief. Reiner just smirks, squeezing your waist. “Yeah, don't worry, she's good,” he shouts back, voice deep and unbothered. “Thanks for your concern.”

There’s some muffled laughter from the other tent, and you can hear Marco trying to shush Connie. “Leave him alone. You know he’s down bad for her.”

Reiner just hums, brushing his lips against your forehead. “Guess the secret’s out,” he whispers, his tone full of pride rather than shame.

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