#jean kirstein x reader smut

[planeteroticaaa]

— ALL MINE

(part of erotica’s & lovae’s valentines special💋)

ice hockeyplayer!jean who walked around the campus with the many gifts and trinkets various girls gave him, each one wishing him good luck for the big game today. he didn’t care about the chocolates, teddy bears, or the other stupid shit they gave him. hell, he didn’t even bother reading the love letters. none of it meant anything to him when he had to figure out an over the top way to make you his valentines because not only were you his soulmate and the one he’s supposed to grow old with, but he needed to win you back.

he walked past your lecture hall like he did everyday on his way to his own, thinking about how he used to be late to his own class trying to walk you to yours. it never mattered to him seeing as he always made up for it by participating in class and getting high grades on assignments. he didn’t know why he still poked his head inside the room to see if you were there. he tells himself and his friends that it’s to make sure you “got to class safely”, but in reality, he knows nothing’s gonna happen to you in the 5 to 6 minute walk from the dining hall to your lecture. truth be told, he really just wanted to see you. since the two of you broke up, you avoided him like the plague, but he knew you would have no choice but to see him when he’d visit the room you were in daily, using the fact that one of his teammates was in the same class as you.

though today was different because right when he was about to go into the room, he watched that very teammate ask you out with flowers and chocolates. he glared, scoffing watching you act all “excited” about candies you hated and flowers that weren’t even your favorite. it took everything in him to stop himself from going in there and breaking his jaw when you kissed his cheek and hugged him with your arms around his neck and his on your waist. how would you feel watching him kiss a girl after reading her love declaration?! it was even worse knowing he would have to play with him later today. the whole team knew he was still obsessed with you, especially this guy since he always teased jean about it so what fuck was he doing asking you out?

he thought about it the entire day. he knew that many guys were interested in you, but he didn’t think somebody would actually be bold enough to do something about their feelings. he had on his gear, ready for the final game of the season. his coach’s words of motivation went in one ear and out the other as he stared down his smug ass teammate. as everyone started to hype themselves up with different handshakes and chants, jean remained quiet, even bumping his shoulder going past him. his final straw was seeing you cheering at the game, just, not for him. you screamed that asshole’s name, your friends alongside you all happy about your possible new relationship and when he winked at you, jean tackled him onto the ice.

he knew he was in a world of trouble now once he got on top of him. he grabbed the collar of his shirt and began punching him, not stopping when the guy managed to get situated and got a few hits in, or when the security rushed over, or when he heard his coach yelling at him from the side. he had slight bruising on his cheek, his lip was bleeding, his knuckles were scratched up when he threw his gloves off, and he was being penalized and cussed out by his coach, but it was worth seeing you stare at him with your mouth gaped open. your more confused than pissed face said, “did you seriously just do that?” and the wink he gave you with the smirk on his lips while his coach spat in his face said, “yeah, and i’d do it a thousand times over.”

he wasn’t shocked when you went home right after the incident. he was hoping to talk to you once the game was over, but it worked out since it gave him time to buy the snacks and sweets you actually liked, flowers that were actually your favorite, and prepare his “i’m sorry, please take me back” speech. he originally wanted to do something crazy to show his never ending love, but it was clear after today he had no time to waste. with a done up basket, pretty flowers, and a speech he recited under his breath on the way to the door, he was ready though when he knocked on your front door and you opened it wearing his spare jersey he thought he lost with nothing visibly under it, arms crossed over your chest and leaning against the door frame with a disapproving look on your face, everything he planned to say left him at that very second. “well?” you asked with an eyebrow raised. “gimme another chance?” he asked, an unsure grin on his pretty, bandaged face. you looked him up and down and just sighed before grabbing him by his shirt collar and dragging him inside the room.

“s-shit baby…you’re squeezing me so tight,” he groaned, his head thrown back on your pillow, big, veiny hands on your hips as you bounced yourself on his cock with your hands back behind you on his strong thighs. you almost forgot how big and girthy his dick was, the stretch burning you when you first sat down on it after months of nothing and guys that were no match to him. “look so beautiful riding me like that,” he said mostly to himself, staring up at you with lust blown pupils, taking in the blissful expressions you made and the softness of your breast as he massaged them under the jersey.

fuck, it felt amazing, the veins running along his length grazing your walls, the curve ensuring the fat tip hit you right where you needed it, the thickness of it giving you that same delicious burn from before that had your legs about to give out, the ring of white cream you made at the base of his cock dripping down his balls, ass sticking to his pelvis from your mixed, gluey essences. you were getting tired and he could tell you were with how you occasionally didn’t bounce, but instead rocked your hips with your nails digging into his skin and biting down on your bottom lip.

he watched you, wondering when you’d quit being stubborn and admit you need help as he moved his hands all over your body, pinching your nipples, gripping your waist, harshly slapping your ass. he hadn’t had you like this in months, dick inside your tight walls making a mess all over him and whatever surface was beneath you. how long had it been since you fucked somebody? he hadn’t done anything to any woman since you’d broken up, even going as far to tell them that he was still with you. well, it didn’t matter, he could tell from the whimpers and whines that left your lips as your desperately rode him to continue that sensation of his cock bruising your cervix that if anybody fucked you, it wasn’t like this.

it was when your pace significantly slowed down that he sighed and pulled you down to him. your arms immediately wrapped around his neck like you were waiting for him to do this as he propped his feet into the bed sheets. with his hands on your ass, spreading it apart, he started to thrust up into your pussy. you screamed, eyes rolling back as his fat cock dragged in and out of you, balls slapping against you from the fast, rough change in pace. you could tell much he missed you from the way he hugged you close to him while making you cream in his cock. “yes! j-jean—yes, just like that, don’t stop!” you cried out, drool dripping down your chin as he fucked you further through your orgasm, overstimulating your pussy when he reached a hand down to rub harsh circles on your puffy, throbbing clit.

“missed you so much, baby,” jean grunted, the speed of his thrust into your pussy not letting up. “i—i missed you too! missed you so much,” you cried, moving your head from its spot in the crook of your neck to look him in his light brown eyes. your lips soon met his, tongue hastily pushing inside his mouth and swirling along his after such a long time without one another. everything was messy, saliva coating both of your chins, the liquids from your previous orgasms painting the bedsheets and allowing him to better fuck up into you with ease, the thin layer of sweat that covered your bodies sticking the two of you together.

“please, please, please fill me up,” you babbled incoherently, begging when you felt his cock start twitching inside your tight, gummy walls. his thrust became rougher, the broken, but rough and intense rhythm of his mushroom tip hitting everywhere you needed it too taking you to the brink of another orgasm. “imma fill your pretty pussy with my cum…she’s missed me so much, hasn’t she?” “yes! s-so much!” you gasped, eyes in the back of your head and body jerking as you started creaming all over him again. “i’m cumming! ‘m cumming, ‘m cumming, fuckkk!” you practically sobbed, pussy gushing. your walls spasmed around his cock, making him pump your insides with his hot, thick, ropes of cum.

you felt it leak out of your abused hole as he continued to fuck and overstimulating the two of you through your orgasms to the point you were crying and he was biting down on your shoulder with his eyes rolled back. you continued to fill the room with the most filthy noises, the sweet squelching sound from you pussy echoing and the slapping of your skin on his being all that you could hear once he had you seeing stars because he didn’t stop, even when he was about to cry from the overwhelming feeling himself. he was just too scared to lose you again.

[arlerts-angel]

Who do you think would be the most into dirty talk out of the AOT boys?? I can see Jean and Eren in particular being into it, but I feel like it's definitely not limited to just them 😫 No pressures to answer this, I'm not sure if you take requests for multiple characters at once so feel free to ignore this if you don't!

a/n: thank you for sending this in!! MWUAH i hope you enjoy 🤍 PHEW i'm dizzy!!! 😵‍💫❤️‍🔥

taglist: @la-undercover-latina @ringsofsaturnnnn @i-literally-cant-with-this @jeannineee @sleazymac-n-cheesy

warnings: multiple characters x fem!reader | pet names/light degradation: baby, pretty little slut, dirty girl, babygirl, princess, beautiful, angel | oral sex (m!receiving) | penetrative sex (piv) | light breeding kink (take a wild guess who) | sub-coded armin | reader is racially + bodily ambiguous! 🥰

ᯓ★ 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊 𝐃𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐄

☆ 𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐣𝐚𝐞𝐠𝐞𝐫

i think at the top of the ranking, eren jaeger is the king of dirty talk. he is vocal about everything happening. gritting his teeth, hissing, and cursing at the way your pussy sucks him in each time he thrusts into you.

"fuck baby, your pussy's so fuckin tight. feels so fucking good... aw, look you, dumb on my cock already. my pretty little slut. yeah baby, just like that. slam your ass back on my cock. gonna milk me dry. fuuuuuuuck..."

☆ 𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐢 𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧

coming in hot at the number 2 spot on my ranking is levi ackerman. i think levi doesn't overuse curses because he has some dignity, but he definitely likes to narrate as if you can't feel the bulge from the tip of his cock.

"can you feel how i deep i am inside you?... taking my cock so well. you make me feel so good... so fucking good. you like it when i talk like that, don't you? i can feel your pussy tighten around me when i do. dirty girl. you like to be talked to like a slut? fucked like one too, yeah?"

☆ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫

connie springer isn't much of a talker when he's fucking you... but when you're sucking him off he likes to praise the fuck out of you. he absolutely loves getting head and he'll make sure you know it.

"oh fuck... you look so sexy with my cock in your mouth baby... fuck yeah... just like that. you suck my dick so good babygirl... can't get enough of your mouth, princess. look at those pretty lips around my dick..."

☆ 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐤𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐢𝐧

number 4 on my list is jean kirstein. i think, much like levi, jean doesn't curse too much but really enjoys to praise you and your body and the heavenly things it does when you ride his dick.

"my pretty cowgirl. bounce those tits in my face baby. you're so beautiful... i love watching you ride me. yeah baby, just like that."

☆ 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐭

the love of my life, armin arlert my beloved. unfortunately he's last on this list. this is just my personal opinion, but i see armin enjoying YOU doing the dirty talk 9 times out of 10. not to say that he doesn't, but i think a lot of us agree that he's a whimpering, whiny mess in the bedroom.

"o-oh god, a-angel... please don't s-stop–! i-i'm so close... so close... so fucking close. yeah, right there! right there! right there–! 'm gonna cum. gonna fill you and give you a baby..."

mdni + dividers by cafekitsune & benkeibear

[erwinsmithsmissingleftarm]

Mommy or daddy?

With: Levi, Erwin, Armin & Jean

Include: mention of adult content, mommy and daddy kink implied

A/n: Wrote this at 1am so it's probably trashy, but hope you enjoy anyway

Levi:

Daddy kink at 99% but still prefers the 1%. He is the dominant guy but likes to be surprised from time to times with more spiciness as you take the charge.

Erwin:

Daddy at a full 100%. Have you seen this man? He is HUGE. There is no way he gives you the control in bed. You are his little girl and stay his little girl no matter what.

Armin:

Oh... sweetheart is 100% for mommy. He is his mama's boy liking being praised and crying when being punished. He wants someone strong to tell him he's good enough and to control him.

Jean:

Both of them at 50%. He likes to switch, one day dominant, the other day submissive. It makes him less stressed knowing he can count on his mommy but he also feels proud to control his princess.

[broadcast-into-the-void]

I Can't Die a Virgin - Jean x Fem!Reader

A/N: I wrote this after three blinkers and I have written fan fiction since I was 13, so I'm sorry if this is ass.

Contains: Virginity loss (M + F), Oral (F + kinda M), implied feelings, Exhibitionism, Cunnilingus, Mutual Masturbation (M + F), Creampie but like not really, Size kink (+ belly bulge), humiliation??, Breeding kink but like really chill, Porn with little to no plot, technically fuck or die??, Fucking in a forest, Tip-sucking ;p, Finger-sucking, Big dick!Jean, Cock drunk!Reader, Pussy drunk!Jean, Jean lovessssss eating pussy, Kinda bully!Jean, Jean lovesssss mocking you, , implied that Jean has done everything but P in V/penetration, Both you and Jean are dominant and submissive in your own ways, Jean’s a head pusher for 1/16 of a second, Jean fucks himself with your panties for like a minute :3

(WC: 4.2k) DAMNNNNNN

Minor and ageless blogs DNI, I'm so serious.

Tomorrow was the day you and what’s left of your comrades would execute the final part of Eren’s plan and storm Marley. In your eyes, it was a death mission. You couldn’t see yourself making it out alive this time. Your fate was sealed. Tonight, you sit on the cool grass roughly half a mile from your base, chin resting on your knees allowing yourself a final night of peace.

You’ve been out here for a few hours, skin numb from the heavy winds when someone calls your name from behind you.

“What are you doing out here?” Jean.

If you were ever given the chance to love in this lifetime, you imagine you would love Jean. He’s the only person you could ever see yourself being intimate with. Whether it was your first kiss or virginity, you could only envision Jean.

You stopped feeling guilty for thinking of him when you touched yourself in the shower a long time ago. It’s not like he’d know you grip your cunt around your fingers imagining they were his.

“Is everything okay?” he asks following your silence.

“Just thinking.”

You see him sit beside you and stretch his legs from the corner of your eyes. “About what?”

If it were any other night, you would've stayed silent but tonight, you lost the energy to care. To you, your final days start the moment the sun rises.

“All the things I never got the chance to do,” you reply.

Jean was surprised to hear your response. He became used to your silence whenever he attempted to pick your brain. He didn’t show it. He wanted to see how much more you would let him know about after years of prying. For once, he decided to keep his mouth shut having you say whatever you wanted him to know on your own time.

“I never had my first kiss,” you admit after a minute of silence, turning your head to face Jean.

“Really?! You’re lying.” He doesn’t believe you. How could he have had his first kiss and not you? It didn’t make sense.

You give him a small, fake smile. “Never got the opportunity.”

The way he was looking at you made your legs ache. It’s a mix of disbelief and something more… passionate. His eyes slowly dilated the longer the silence between you continued. His mind was racing. If you never got the “opportunity” for your first kiss, does that mean you never got the opportunity for anything else? Has no one touched you? Have you ever touched yourself?

“And I-...” you start, trying to find a way to express how feel without making him uncomfortable. You give up, giving him an apology while turning your head away from him to face the other direction.

“I can’t die a virgin.”

Jean’s breath hitches. His questions were answered.

“I’m sorry,” you mutter.

“No! No,” he replies, his eyes still locked to your head. “I, I understand what you mean.”

You turn back to face him seeing that his iris’ have become completely black, consumed by the thought of your face on his pillow, fucking yourself on his cock and begging for him to do whatever he wants to you.

“Jean?”

“Mhm.” His eyes were still on yours making you unable to control the question that comes out of your mouth.

“If things were different, would you have fucked me?”

You didn’t feel embarrassed. You couldn’t seem to care.

Jean’s cock stiffened. He couldn’t do anything but nod. His eyes move to your thighs for a flash of a second. You were wearing a floral nightgown you bought at a Marlyian market long ago. He doesn’t believe what you’re wearing even qualifies as a “nightgown”. If he adjusted his position next to you by an inch, he’d be able to see your clothed cunt beneath the end of the fabric on full display. He would do it in a heartbeat if his semi-hard cock wouldn’t be visible to you if he moved.

He didn’t know you noticed his quick peak at your clamped thighs. You lift your head off of your knees, turning your body to face him and resting your thighs on the grass giving you a perfect angle to see his bulge. Unlike Jean, your gaze lingers between his legs, making sure he knows how badly you crave him.

You don’t know what came over you as your right hand drags its way to your aching pussy. grazing your clit with your middle finger. His gaze snaps to your hand, adjusting his posture to see past the ruffles of your “nightgown”, and slightly spreads his legs. You move your hand from your clothed clit to the side of Jean’s face, thumb brushing his cheekbone for a moment.

“Can I kiss–?” His lips latch onto yours, stealing the question from your mouth.

The kiss is desperate yet so gentle. Jean stops himself from bucking his hips in the air, his cock begging to be touched. He’s doing everything he can to not ruin your first kiss. You move your hand back to your clothed cunt, going back to the feather-like touches you gave your clit, mewling into his mouth.

You slowly release your mouth from his to lock eyes between his legs. “Touch yourself, Jean,” you command.

He doesn’t hesitate to do so, palming his throbbing cock through his thin, black lounge pants. You watch his bulge the size of your fist slowly grow. He moves his hand to give you a perfect view. It grew slightly in length whenever he lightly tugged his shaft with his fingers. You noticed how with every half an inch of growth, the width increased. You apply pressure to your clit, imagining how it would feel to fully take him.

Jean releases his now fully hard cock from the confines of his clothes, his hand immediately reaching for his tip. “Touch yourself,” he commands with a smirk, imitating you.

“I am.”

He fully sits up. His hand wrapped around the base of his shaft, his other hand reached for the top of your panties leaning in towards you, pointer finger and thumb pinching the seam. He uses his two fingers to pull the front of your panties down your hips, clicking his tongue on the roof of his mouth as a signal for you to arch your hips so he can free your pussy from its prison.

“There she is,” He whispers.

His cock twitches in his hand at the sight of your glistening cunt. He strokes himself slowly, dragging your panties completely down your legs, wraps it around his base, and continues to move his hand up and down his length. Your fingers touch your now bare clit tilting your head back with a strangled whine.

Jean bucks his hips into your panties. “No. I want you to fit as many fingers as you can in that pussy. Can you do that for me?”

You respond by brushing your hole with two of your fingers, making sure Jean can see you slowly push them inside of you. He mutters profanities, reaching his unoccupied hand to replace the one you had to your clit. You moan and rest back on your left elbow.

“Let me see you stretch yourself for my cock, baby.” Jean knows he’s fucking you tonight. He’s making sure of it.

He moves to sit directly next to you, removing his right hand and your panties from his throbbing cock and to your head, resting you on his shoulder. You close your eyes and halt your fingers knuckle deep inside you whining into his neck.

“Do I make you feel good?” he asks.

You nod into his shoulder.

He smirks, swiftly moving his body to hover above you, placing soft kisses down your body. His fingers arrive at your clit. Jean looks at you with his fully dilated eyes and lightly licks your clit. You arch your back, angling your pussy to his mouth.

He grabs your hips, laughing at you. His thumbs push your hips down, moving his hand down to grip your ass before engulfing your clit in his mouth. Your mouth widens in pleasure. His tongue escapes from his mouth, lapping your leaking juices back up to his mouth. You could feel that this wasn’t his first time eating pussy, and you couldn’t help but internally thank the girl he learned this from.

You cover your mouth to stifle your moans. A hand grabs your forearm. You look down to see Jean staring up at you, his eyes begging to hear your moans but refusing to get up from your cunt to use his words.

You remove your hand from your mouth and let your moans escape you. Jean’s hand returns underneath you to grip your ass, digging the tips of his fingers into the fat. Purposefully leaving bruises. Your fingers reach down to tug at his grown-out hair causing him to rut his hips into the ground. Pants barely protecting his shaft from contacting the grass beneath him.

You run your fingers through his tangled hair, getting good enough of a grip to remove his lips from yours with a pop. His mouth was shimmering in the moonlight from a mix of your juices and his saliva– beard completely drenched. His eyelids were heavy, staring into you as he mindlessly placed his lips back on your puffy cunt. You yank his head back up by his hair making him groan.

Your hands let go of the grip on his hair to hold his chin. “We can’t do this here,” you whisper to him.

He whines, slowly grinding his aching hips into the grass below him. “But we’re alone out here.”

“It’s not how I imagined it all going down,” you chuckle, moving your fingers softly down his neck.

“Please, baby. Please,” he begs, his hands reaching around your torso and under your nightgown to massage your tits. “I need you here. Now.”

“Then take me,” you moan, grinding on his chin. “Now.”

Jean’s eyes roll back and he groans. His hands grip your tits hard before moving his hands to your hips giving them the same grip. His lips latch back to your pussy, his tongue probing your entrance. You wrap your legs around his head in response. He slowly sits up on his knees lifting your hips in the process, muscles bulging through his tight, long-sleeved shirt– lips and tongue not parting from you.

His left-hand moves to the small of your back to lift and balance the lower half of your body on its own. His right grazes along your body wrapping his arm around your left thigh with a squeeze. His tongue moves from your hole back to your clit engulfing it with an open mouth kiss.

“Jean–,” Your whine is interrupted with a gasp as you feel his pointer and middle finger slowly enter you. Your walls clench around his fingers with a low moan.

You arch your back leaving your head to be the only part of your body left on the ground. His tongue slips from your clit as you grind it against his nose. He laughs at your desperation and lifts his head to return to his work on your sensitive bud.

You can feel yourself open more and more for him the deeper he enters. It stings, but you still feel the same ache in your ovaries from when Jean was devouring you. His fingers are thicker than yours, looking slender in contrast with the length. You can’t feel how dry and calloused they are. The texture was completely overpowered by your wetness. Yet, you’re so tight around them.

“You’re gripping my fingers, baby.” he babbles, kitten-licking your clit and slowly penetrating you. “I can barely move em’.”

You relax at his touch, feeling him move in and out of you with ease as he slowly lowers your chest back to the ground. He’s being so gentle now. Taking his time with you. 

“You didn’t have to stop,” he says, licking a painfully slow stripe just above his fingers up to your hood.

“I’m sorry.”

He gives your clit a peck, “Don’t apologize.” He kisses his way up your abdomen, his arm softly wrapping his lips around your tit and sucking on it.

“Jean, please!” You whine, grinding against his hand.

He removes his swollen lips from your hardened nipple, mocking your whine as he kisses up your neck landing on your lips. His tongue makes its way into your mouth forcing you to taste the remnants of yourself. You feel his fingers increase their pace, his ring finger attempting to make its way inside of you. You loosen your legs from his lower half and spread them allowing him deeper access. However, your pussy refuses to unclench from the anticipation of the third digit.

Jean pulls his lips away from you, softly kissing down your neck to get you to relax. You do and he forces his finger inside of you with a groan. His fingers move at a moderate pace. He twists them with each deep thrust making you tear up and close your eyes from the painful stretching of your walls.

He doesn’t stop his fingers from twisting, he simply says he needs you to be able to “take all of him”. He doesn’t actually know if this will help you. He just likes the way your body writhes beneath him.

Your hands find their home in Jean’s hair tugging at the strands on his nape, the back of his head, brushing his hair behind his ear so you could place a sloppy kiss on his cheek on occasion. You feel your body moving back and forth.

You open your eyes and move your head to look in between you and Jean’s bodies. You see Jean humping his wrist. His tip peeks through the band of his pants. Cock begging for attention. You feel like you’re stretched enough for his cock to at least enter with little resistance. You move your right hand down his clothed back and abs landing at his hip. You slowly release his twitching, rouge-colored cock and run your fingers down his happy trail.

His body twitches and lays slightly on top of you. Left hand reaching for your tit.

“Holy fuck,” He moans.

You attempt to wrap your hand around the base of his shaft struggling to reach far enough.

“Please, Jean,” You beg.

“I don’t know if you’re ready yet.”

You run the tips of your fingers up his cock barely landing on his tip to spread his precum. His fingers fully halt inside of you. His breath stutters in your ear. His grip on your tit softens. His body freezes above you for what feels like a minute.

Jean lifts himself off of you and removes his fingers from inside of you completely. His hands remove his pants and reach behind his head to do the same with his shirt. His toned body was lit by the moon behind him. His face leans back down to your pussy, giving a soft peck to your hole before spitting on it.

Your moan is muffled by Jean’s sticky fingers. He shoves his digits deep into your mouth. You hesitantly wrap your lips around them as much as you can, running your tongue in between them to lap up every drop of you. Just like he did.

He smiled down at you as you struggled to wrap your lips fully around his fingers. The sounds coming from your mouth were sinful and it wasn’t even your fault. Your loud slurping was comical to him.

He moves his knees around your midsection. His fingers leave your mouth with a trail of your saliva dripping down your chin to stroke his cock above you. He arches his body above your head, his cock coming straight toward your face.

“Spit on it, baby,” he demands, petting your head with his unoccupied hand.

You stare at his cock unable to comprehend what he told you. You didn’t hear him call your name. Twice. You didn’t hear him laugh at you. You did see his tip come closer to your mouth, brushing against your parted lips.

You immediately widen your mouth with a groan like it was a reflex. Your lips wrap around his tip licking and sucking the rest of his precum. Jean’s hand on your head pushes you a bit further down his length. Just enough to get the first few inches wet with your saliva.

“I want you to spit on it, okay?” He asks you softly this time. His hand slowly pulling you off of his dick by your hair.

Your response is muffled around him causing him to moan with a chuckle, stopping himself from fully pulling you off of him. He stares into your eyes smiling as you suck on his tip.

“Yeah?” He mocks you. He repeats himself, and you nod with him still in your mouth. He leans his head back laughing at you. You feel embarrassed. He looks back down at you for a few seconds as you keep slowly sucking him, and tilts his head. “You sweet girl.”

He removes you from his tip with a pop. You poorly spit on his shaft. Your saliva dripped off of his tip. He laughs at you again, softly wiping the spit off your chin and mixing it with what you left on him. He strokes his cock and leans down to meet your lips in a gentle kiss. He backs up to your legs and spreads them so he can fit in between.

“Are you ready?” He asks you, his face meeting yours.

“Yes,” You reply, leaning up to kiss him.

He hums and deepens the kiss, aligning himself at your entrance. He uses his hand to help push himself inside of you. You pull away from his lips and hiss, wrapping your arms around Jean’s neck. You could feel your hymen being pierced by the width of his cock. Feeling your cunt slowly wrap around him.

“I’m sorry, baby,” He coos, groaning. “I’m sorry.”

“It hurts,” You whine.

“I know.” He kisses your temple and pushes himself in further. You yelp. Your nails pierce his back.

The pain you feel makes it seem like his whole length is nuzzled inside you, but you know at least half an inch is all he’s attempted to do. He shushes you, softly kissing your head telling you he heard from some of the guys that it hurts for girls at first. He watches your pussy as it tries to suck him in.

“I trust you,” You breathe out.

You feel his tip twitch and he pushes himself deeper. Too deep. His whole head is inside of you, taking your flower. You can do nothing else but scream. Jean whips his head from your pussy to your face, moving his hand from his shaft to your cheek.

“Are you okay?” He asks, panicking. “I’m so sorry. I’m… I’m so sorry.”

Your face is wet with your saliva from his cock. You feel humiliated. You just wanted the hard part of this experience to be over so you could be filled by his cock and his cum. But it hurt. You wanted to tell Jean it wasn’t his fault, but it kind of was. He was just too big.

“I’m okay, Jean,” You reply kissing his nose, tasting yourself on it. God. You feel dirty. But that’s how you want to feel. You want him to give you your last night of peace. You wanted him to bottom out for the first time, deep within you. You wanted to tell him to fuck you so hard your legs go numb, to do whatever he wants to you, to feel his cum drip down your legs and be soaked up by your suit tomorrow. The only thing you could say through your pain was, “Fill me.”

Jean groans just barely pulling himself out of you to thrust another half an inch within your gummy walls. He looks at you to see any indication of you wanting him to stop. He sees your eyes rolling back as tears form at your waterline. Jean leans in to kiss your undereye, pulling himself out even more, and thrusts an inch of himself inside of you with a breathy moan.

You can barely let out a whine. Your throat feels restricted by an unknown force. You feel your womb ache and it feels unlike anything you’ve ever felt before. Jean moves his hand from your cheek to the back of your neck to bury you in his.

“I’m going to speed up,” He warns you. He pulls in and out of you at a slightly quicker pace. He holds himself back from pounding himself into your hips at you clenching around him. “Fuck. You’re so tight, baby. I can feel you sucking me in.”

You whimper into his neck, being overcome by a painful pleasure. You’re crying into his neck, but he’s almost completely inside you. He can feel you holding back your pain. He pulls you out of his neck and sees the tears streaming down your face. You stopped him before he could say anything.

“Fuck me however you want. I want you to–.”

Jean slams himself completely inside of you with a moan, “Oh, fuck. Oh… fuck.” He bottoms out inside you.

He pulls two inches out of you. A moan drags out of your mouth, head leaning back to rest against the grass, and your back arches. He slowly thrusts himself fully inside you again, groaning.

“Jean.”

He pulls half of his length out of you, thrusting halfway, pulling out more of himself, and thrusts himself fully inside of you. He speeds up his pace being fueled by your squeals beneath him. He’s fucking you now.

You can only feel pleasure as Jean fucks you. Unable to control your moans. You can feel him twitching inside of you.

“Are you close?” You ask him, hoping he will say no and tell you about his high libido.

“Y-yes. Fuck!”

You push his chest off of you making him still.

“Did I hurt you?” He asks, his eyes bearing into yours.

“No, no,” You assure him. “I-I don’t want you to cum yet. I want to try something.”

He nods and apologizes. You reassure him and tell him to pull out of you so you can get on all fours and arch your back to him. His eyes widen at the sight. He grabs his cock, lining it back to your entrance, and slowly inches himself back inside of you. Fuck. Your hole stretched around him feeling that pain all over again. You bite your forearm to prevent you from screaming as he bottoms out again.

He grabs your hips, pulls out all the way, and thrusts into you, his balls slapping your clit making your chest fall further to the ground. He plunges himself into you at a rapid pace. The sound of skin smacking echoed through your dark surroundings. He leans down, pushing your hips down with him, ramming into you. You cry out in pleasure, whining beneath him. He uses one hand to push the arch of your back further into the ground and uses his other hand to do the same with your head. Your arms fall to the ground under you giving him deeper access inside of you, pushing himself against a spot that makes you wail.

“Yeah, you like that,” Jean moans your name. “You like my cock filling you up like this?”

You can’t seem to form words. He wraps the hand pushing your head down around your chin and turns you to face him. 

“Answer me.” He demands.

“Yes, sir.”

Jean practically growls. He flips you over, cock still nuzzled deep within your walls. He grabs both of your ankles, rests them on his shoulders, and ruts into you. You’re dizzy. Your vision blurs at the force of which he’s fucking you. You feel pressure in your lower abdomen like something’s pressing down on it.

“Look at that,” You hear Jean huff. Your vision focuses on the face in front of you, seeing his eyes latched to your stomach. There was a long, wide bulge appearing and disappearing inside of your body. “Do you know what that is, sweet girl?” You could barely shake your head no. “It’s me.” He laughs.

You look at your stomach again seeing the bulge appear with his thrusts and you realize just how small you are in comparison to Jean. His height, his build, his strength, his length. It all overpowered you. A hand grabs your chin and pushes your face up. “Look at me when I cum in you, baby.”

You got lost in his eyes as he fucked you stupid. Your head falls back, still staring into his eyes. He laughs, again. Saying something you couldn’t hear. You were distracted by his taunting smile and your oncoming orgasm. Your hips begin to shake but Jean holds you down with his hands, bringing his lips to yours.

[taixju]

SUMMER LOVIN’

CONTENT WARNINGS: eren x fem!reader x jean, threesome, infidelity, scumbag!eren, cuckhold!jean, cunnilingus, oral (m + f receiving), fingering, vaginal sex, dirty talk, masturbation, exhibitionism, voyeurism, rough sex, breeding kink, humiliation, dubcon, degradation, overstimulation, manipulation, daddy kink, dacryphilia, eavesdropping, piss kink (if you squint), porn with little plot (dark)

SYNOPSIS: When Eren offers you a summer job, he didn’t think his invitation was extended to your boyfriend. He had hoped to have you all to himself this summer...but Jean doesn’t mind sharing, right?

WORD COUNT: 7.2K

11:37 AM - The Lake

It was an unusually hot day. Muggy; the air was heavy and everything felt sticky. You sigh, fanning yourself only to be disappointed by the hot air. Your shirt was damp with sweat and clinging to your figure. Pulling your shirt over your head, you fling it to the back of the chair, totally unaware of the man watching you strip from across the lake. Reaching behind, you shyly hook a finger into your red bikini bottoms, tugging it free so that it was no longer digging into your ass. You were miserable, to say the least; contemplating ever coming to this shitty summer camp.

It all started when your mom phoned you a week before school got out. She was so excited to tell you about the great opportunity she had lined up for you this summer. And the best part?

Remember that boy, Eren, she gushed, Such a sweetheart – I told him that you would be home this summer and he was kind enough to extend a summer job position to you! Isn’t that great, honey?

Fucking fantastic.

Eren Yeager. Who didn’t know him? He was the neighborhood’s notorious fuck boy. Most guys wanted to be him; silently applauding him for being such “a goddamn pussy magnet.” And the men were not liars – to most women, this reputation preceded him; claiming him to be “a good fuck with a huuuge cock.”

And while you’d hate to admit it, your interest was piqued but your boyfriend was no idiot. Although Jean's colorful vocabulary described him as “a first class asshole”, he pretended that he didn’t know that you secretly wanted to know if the rumors were true. It didn’t matter, he reassured himself, 'cause you were his girl. Not Eren’s. 

But what he didn’t know was that for the last few weeks you were here at Red Ridge Summer Camp, Eren Yeager was the last man you thought about as Jean fucked you, secretly imagining it was actually Eren’s “huuuge cock” drilling into your cunt.

So here you were. Stuck spending whatever remained of your summer break at Red Ridge Campgrounds. It wouldn’t be all that bad, you do your best to convince yourself. At the very least you weren’t alone – Jean being the stereotypical, adoring boyfriend, eagerly followed you, wagging tail and all, to the same summer job. But to say you were distracted by a certain someone, was a goddamn understatement.

You sit at the very top of the tower, scanning the sparkling lake over your tinted Ray Bans. Campers staying in the shallow? Check. Sasha supervising the deck? Check. Eren smoking a fat blunt? Fuck.

You hop out of your chair and climb down, making your way over to the man of the hour. He sees you coming but doesn’t make any attempt to hide the prohibited item. 

“Come on, Eren,” you cross your arms, emphasizing your disapproval as you approach him. 

Initially he doesn’t respond right away. Soaking up your appearance with his emerald eyes, he looks down at your chest unabashedly and as almost to test what little patience you had left, he blows the remnants of his last hit in your face. 

“That’s my name,” He smirks—finally speaking before bringing the shrinking bud to his lips once again, “Love it when you say my name..”

His legs are spread wide open — his posture completely relaxed, all while exuding silent confidence.  He’s shirtless; wearing nothing but swim shorts and a black SnapBack. You swallow, your throat suddenly feeling parched. And as if he knew you were staring, he grins, lifting his cap to run a hand through his messy hair which gives you the perfect view of the muscles flexing through his chest. He was fucking gorgeous and it wasn’t easy to ignore the fact that he was sweaty, making it even more difficult to remember the reason why you even walked over to him in the first place.  His tongue teasingly darts out, swiping along his upper lip, licking up beads of perspiration before taking another long drag. 

Jean was great. But again, that didn’t mean you were immune.

“Eyes up here, sweetheart.” His grin, teasing. You blush, quickly clearing your throat before looking away. 

“There’s children here, Eren,” you turn to him. He looks good. And it’s a challenge to not gawk. But weren’t about to boost his ego. He had enough of that and it takes everything within you to look straight and ignore his comment. “You’re setting a horrible example.”

“They don’t give a fuck what I’m doing,” he says nonchalantly but much to your relief, he snags the end of his blunt on the wooden table, putting it out. 

“You’re a Camp Counselor. You’re supposed to be teaching them-..”

“Yeah,” he scoffs, cutting you off, “By the time, these little fucking terrors reach high school, more than half of them will be smoking grass out of their ass. Besides–”

He distracts you, wiping a bead of sweat from his temple – the corded muscles in his bicep flexing deliciously.

“–They can’t even see me from here.” His apathetic reply, makes you roll your eyes. He was older and the one who invited you here and yet, why were you clearly being the more responsible adult here?

“God. Why are you such an asshole?” 

Your apparent anger seems to amuse him even more.

“Hey now. Let’s not use the Lord’s name in vain,” he jumps from the table, getting right up in your personal space. It startles you and you can’t help but shy back. As nervous as you were, you somehow managed to frown up at him, not wanting to appear scared, “I-It’s not as if you’re the most religious man, Eren.”

He stands tall, towering over you, and it was intimidating. You were in no way considered to be short but Eren was just that big. He takes a step forward and is suddenly close enough that his sweaty musk invades your nose. Your filthy mind can’t help but wander and wonder whether or not his dick was just as big, as you've heard. Given his size, you wouldn’t be surprised. He gives you a sadistic smile, as if to say he knew exactly what you were thinking. 

If only you knew what kinds of fucked up thoughts he was thinking. The things he wanted to do to that dirty little mouth of yours. And if God himself had heard his prayers, your mouth parts slightly, your pink tongue darting out to wet your bottom lip. Waiting. Waiting to see if either one of you would dare to go pass the forbidden threshold. 

But that wasn’t today; He was testing you and you weren’t ready.

Eren grins. 

“You just need to learn to lighten up, Princess.” He pats your cheek, patronizingly, breaking whatever trance he had over you, before walking away. You release a shaky breath that you didn’t even realize you were holding in.  

If there was one thing that could absolutely ruin your summer, it would be Eren Yeager.

1:59 PM 

Eren is fucking miserable. He didn’t think his summer job invitation was extended to your boyfriend. What a great opportunity, he thought, to have you all to himself.

The reason behind his bad mood was the man across the room. Of all the people to be partnered up with for the rest of the summer, it had to be Kirstein. But the one thing that really irritated Eren? He was fucking jealous. Jean had the one thing that he couldn’t have and that was you.

He grunts, finishing his third set, placing the bar into their slots before sitting up and wiping sweat with the collar of his t-shirt. You’ve been on his mind all day and it frustrates him how…distracting you’ve been. There’s no way you didn’t know; how much he wanted you. Craved you. It was fucking insufferable. The way fanned yourself, as if you were oblivious to the fact that everyone could see your pretty tits right through that poor excuse of a shirt – wearing it as though you thought it actually covered anything. No matter how many times he jerked off; no matter how much pussy he emptied his load into – it didn’t fucking matter because every goddamn time made him realize he’s never going to truly be satisfied unless it was you.

His dick gets hard as he remembers you from this afternoon, scolding and reprimanding him for being such a naughty boy. It excites him; picturing the way your nose scrunches up every time he says anything mildly distasteful, how your eyes widened like a deer in the headlights when he came close; close enough to take notice of the way your nipples hardened and peaked through your thin t-shirt. It took everything within him not to take you right then and there.

But best believe he rubbed one off in the porta potty; after locking the door and wasting no time, he was quick to whip his cock out.  It was fucking filthy – the way he had this routine down to a T; spitting a fat glob of saliva into his palm before vigorously fucking his fist, imagining it was actually your pretty pussy he was pummeling into. He doesn’t last long; sighing as he cums with a shudder, dirtying the toilet with his fat load. 

That’s when Eren decided. Fuck Kirstein. One way or another, he was gonna fuck you by the end of this summer.

That night, you’re the last to go to bed. You’re alone in your tent but are fucking miserable. Of all the other tents in the camp, why did yours have to be right next door to Eren’s. You bury your head under the sleeping bag covers, unsuccessfully drowning out the screams from next door.

Fuck you’re so big! 

Fuck me harder, ‘Ren!

Listening to the shrill screeches for the past 10 minutes left you in a pissy, but notably sexually frustrated, mood; silently wishing it was you who was evidently getting their brains fucked out.

“Jesus,” the sound of your boyfriend's voice startles you, he holds open the flap as he makes his way into your tent, “Sounds like someone’s being murdered.”

You open your arms wide, waiting for him to crawl into your embrace, “Here to keep me company?”

He kneels down, scooping you up and cuddling you close in his lap. He was just as big as Eren. Maybe even bigger. But it was different. Warm. Safe. Familiar.

“Go to sleep, love,” he presses a soft kiss to your temple, tucking you into your sleeping bag.

“Not sleepy,” you smile playfully, as you wrap your arms around his neck, straddling his lap as you grind against his now hardening cock. 

“Here?” he groans, digging his fingers into your ass, “Fuck – baby, I-I don’t know about this.”

“Promise I’ll be quiet, daddy” you drawl, pressing your lips to his, and drowning out the moans that he swallows. The both of you know that, that’s a fucking lie to which he grins, allowing you to erotically explore his mouth but the sound of the dirty sex next door is distracting. 

You can almost picture it in your head; heavy balls slapping against the lucky girls’ ass as Eren’s thick cock plunges into her needy cunt. It’s as though he wanted you to hear. Wanted to make you jealous. And it almost works. But Jean, noticing your lack of concentration, pinches your chin, forcibly opens your mouth, before unshakably commanding, “Stick your tongue out. That’s it...That’s my good girl.”

His praises make you wet; And you can’t help but moan as he wraps his lips around the tip of your tongue, nursing it as he would your tit, while his hands quickly make their way into the front of your panties. He pulls away to get a better look as he runs circles around your slickened clit. 

“Fuck,” he curses, “Come here.” 

He wraps his arms around your tummy, instructing you to turn around, and hums in approval when you finally settle your both knees along the sides of his head. He grunts when the bulge in his briefs nudges your chin and that alone is difficult for you to ignore. 

“Wanna eat you out, baby,” he presses light kisses to the outside of your pussy, making you whimper, “Like the sound of that?...Yeah? My good girl wanna ride my tongue?”

You don’t reply, allowing your actions to speak for yourself, pulling his cock free before swallowing his length whole, and it’s not long before his swollen tip hits the back of your throat. Inhale through the nose, you remind yourself as you pull back up, trailing your flat tongue along the veiny backside of his dick, salty precum leaving a slick trail to your pouty lips. 

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” Jean mumbles into your puffy lips. His fat tongue invading your entrance, fucking you fast and curling upward every time it’s inside of you. Your cunt is gushing with your own slick and his warm spit; the lude wet sounds filling up your tent as you take his cock into your mouth once again.

And as almost on cue, you hear Eren’s faint grunts and groans not too far away. 

That’s it. Fuck-..!

You picture Eren ramming the lucky girl from behind, his fingers digging into her hips as he drills his fat cock into her loose cunt.

My cock that good, baby? Huh?

“So good,” you unintentionally answer, whining loud enough for Eren to hear. You hump Jean’s face, digging your hands into his thighs as he pushes a second finger into you, all while his thumb and tongue take turns flicking your clit.

What was that? Can’t hear you. You hear Eren breathily chuckle.

So fucking good ‘Ren! You’re cock’s fucking good! The woman in his tent shrieks. You dig your toes into the ground, mentally cursing him because you know he can hear you.

Gonna come for me? Yeah? You close? Eren grunts, with each plunge eliciting a loud slap every time his hips meet the woman’s cunt.

Suddenly, Jean flips you over, kneeling over you as he takes off his shirt, his muscles flexing as he grabs your thighs and tugs you close. Before you can complain, his fingers are quick to find their place inside of you once again. He leans down, wrapping his entire mouth around your cunt, before sucking at your clit loudly. He knew what Eren was doing but he wanted to make sure the man in the other tent knew exactly what he was missing out on; No cunt was as sweet as yours and no amount of pussy would be able to make up for his loss. 

“J-Jean-..!” You squirm, gripping the thin sheets of the sleeping bag. He presses his large hand into your lower belly, holding down firmly to keep your hips from rising off the ground. You were so close. 

He adds a third finger and it enters you with ease. The way your walls clench around him makes him groan, his voice vibrating along his tongue and against your clit as he continues to ravage you from the inside out. As his fingers plunge in and out, you can’t help but notice his pinky teasing the puckered hole of your ass, dipping back into your cunt every so often to lubricate its tip. The sensation alone is enough to make you shiver and the sounds of Eren’s rough fucking brings you even closer to your high.

Cum for me, that’s it. Squeeze my cock - just like that, babygirl.

Jean reaches down to squeeze his own cock, vigorously pumping up and down its slippery length, just as excited as you are by what the both of you are overhearing. You watch him through heavy eyelids, as he strokes himself to the same rhythm that he is using to fuck you with his fingers and tongue. The sight of your boyfriend getting off to Eren’s demanding commands and your own desperate mewls, makes you quiver. It was too much.

Fuck ‘Ren! The girl screams.

Clearly close to achieving his own release, Eren’s desperate chants echo through the woods, Cum, cum, cum-...!

Your body tenses up, reiterating his command, “G-Gonna cum-...!”

And all three of you meet your high. You tremble as you cum against Jean’s mouth; your cunt leaking past his lips as he does his best to lap up every last drop of your slick. As he does this, Jean sighs, shuddering as spills his seed all over the ground. 

Your boyfriend is apologetic as he cleans the both of you up and does his best to get rid of his mess on the floor. You watch sleepily from the warmth of your sleeping bag as Jean, like the wonderful boyfriend he is, tidies up your messy tent before crawling behind you, spooning your back, and pulling your smaller frame to his. Your eyelids fail to keep open, as everything slowly fades out. The last thing you remember is feeling him press a gentle kiss to your temple and then everything fades to black.

When you awake, it’s still dark outside but you notice that your tent is empty.  Jean must have left your tent to return to his and much to your satisfaction, you notice that it has finally gone quiet next door. You sigh, feeling the tight pressure in your bladder. Reaching into the dark, you grab your phone; it was 2:03 AM. There was no way anyone would be awake at this hour and you were too scared to walk all the way over to the bathrooms. The counselor tents were separated from the camper’s tents and knowing that you’d be quick, you weren’t too worried about being caught.

Your sleeping bag ruffles when you kick it off with your legs and crawl over to the exit. When you unzip the flaps, you brush the hair from your face as you stand to your feet and exit the tent. The wind is cold and nips at your bare skin, eliciting goosebumps to rise along your arms. You make your way over to the side of the tent but are startled when you hear the crunch of someone else’s steps behind you.

“Jean?” You quickly twirl around but are immediately taken aback when your eyes lock eyes with dark green one’s. 

You stand silently; Neither one of you speaking a word, chests heaving as the heavy tension builds. Your tongue darts out, wetting your dry lips, as you unashamedly let your eyes wander – he’s shirtless, standing before you in nothing but his dark gray briefs. The sight alone is enough to make your cunt twitch, readying itself for a possible round two.

“E-Eren,” you shudder under his intense gaze, “You scared me. I–…I thought you were Jean.”

“Didn’t mean to disappoint you, sweetheart.” His eyes darken at the mention of your boyfriend but greedily drinks in your appearance, appreciating your lack of clothing.

You recall the intense fucking he gave that woman just a few hours ago.  How you had secretly wished it was you beneath him all that time. You knew he was teasing you and deep down he was actually praying that you’d take the bait; Eavesdrop as he drilled into the woman, who’s name he didn’t even remember, all while fantasizing it was actually you he was drilling his cock into. You don’t know what overcomes you but without breaking eye contact with the man in front of you, you bite your lip; the last drop of hesitation leaving your body as you shudder, and bend down to slide your panties off. 

“...Do you mind?” You release a shaky breath, shocked at the boldness that suddenly overcame you.

Ignoring your remark, he watches, slack mouthed as you release your bladder into the earth. Your eyes never leave his, but you can’t help but notice the large bulge growing in his dark briefs. 

You’re the first to break the tension; Standing up, you pull your panties up with you, before turning to walk away.

“Pervert,” you mutter, feeling triumphant as you turn to hide your nipples that seemed to harden under his gaze.

“Fuck.” He curses.

And before you know it, Eren has your wrist in his strong grasp, turning you back to face him, quickly wrapping an arm around your middle and lifting you up onto his shoulder with ease. The adrenaline coursing through your body makes it difficult to breathe but you are surprised by your choice to not to fight back. He steps back into his tent, not even bothering to zip the flap closed, putting both of you in danger of possibly being seen. 

The uncertainty makes you shiver and you release a heavy breath as your back hits the puffy sleeping bag that smells deeply of him. He groans seeing that your legs immediately part, giving him the perfect view of your clothed cunt, ready for his taking: a gorgeous welcome just for him. Thick fingers delicately glide up the sides of your thighs, tickling your skin in its wake; before settling in the leg holes of your panties. He tugs them down hard, making your ass slide against the ground as your body is pulled closer to him.

“Not too rough–” you prop yourself up on elbows, beginning to protest but are cut off by a heavy breath leaving your lungs as his hand wraps around your breast, squeezing tightly before shoving you back down. You watch through teary eyes as he scoots back, wrapping muscled arms around your thighs, hoisting your lower body up, and then finally burying his face into your awaiting cunt.  

Oh god, ‘Ren, the shrill words unintentionally spill from your mouth followed by a trembling wail.

The taste of you on his tongue is divine; and Eren, who’s been dreaming of this for months, who wastes no time, attacking your clit in quick circles before sliding down to dart quickly in and out of your entrance. He groans, lapping and sucking at your swollen bud, savoring the delicious taste of you. 

“God, you taste so fucking good.”

Eren hadn’t planned on fucking you but with his fingers buried knuckle deep inside of you, he already knew that he was ruined; after he was finished with you tonight, no other cunt would be good enough to satisfy him.

He watches you closely, enjoying the way you twitch every time his tongue rolls against your pulsating clit. Without warning, he pushes a finger into you, occupying his other hand, holding tightly onto your thigh so that your hips wouldn’t escape his hungry mouth. His cock is already hard for the second time that night, the tip weeping and eager to plug you up. 

“God,” he moans, feeling the walls of your slick cunt constrict around his fingers, “You’re so fucking wet. That feel good, baby?” 

“So good, ‘Ren,” you mewl, gripping his sheets, hating that you sounded exactly like the girls who frequented his tent this summer. But you can’t help yourself. You’ve never felt this fucking good. Jean never made you feel this good.

His hot breath fans across your clit as he devilishly watches you squirm from below. He knows exactly what you’re thinking, thumbing your clit and taking turns with his tongue.

“Say I’m better than him.” He rasps, his mouth making a mess on your pussy, “Fucking say it.”

He doesn’t have to speak his name to let you know exactly who he is referring to. You shake your head profusely and to that, he’s quick to pull his fingers out just to make his point.

“No-..!” You unintentionally whine, feeling disappointed when your pussy clenches around absolutely nothing. He smirks, teasingly blowing cool air against your entrance, his face glistening with your juices as he repeats himself, “Say it.”

You begin to cry, feeling guilty as you think of your poor boyfriend. Sleeping soundly while you’re fucking Eren Yeager behind his back. You were such a fucking whore.

“You’re better,” you sniffle, wiping tears from your puffy eyes.

“Than who?” He presses.

When you don’t reply, he shocks you, slapping your pussy hard.

“Than who?”

“J-Jean!” You yelp, crying harder than before. “Fuck you, Eren! You make me feel better than Jean!”

“Yeah, I fucking do,” he chuckles darkly between breathy pants, diving his fingers and face back into your cunt. You instantly feel full and it feels so good. Your little whines slowly begin to fade into noisy pleads, 

So good ‘Ren, fuck me harder — yes, right — fucking—there—!

Eren loves the sound of your voice, especially when you’re screaming his name. You have a deeper effect on him, than he’d rather like to admit. 

“Fuck, this is all your fault,” he groans, pulling away just to spit on your cunt before he’s back and burying his face even deeper. He angles his face, his nose pressing against your clit as his fat tongue stretches your desperate hole. 

“Fuck,” you dig your fingers into his scalp, tugging his hair to bring him even closer, humping his face like a bitch in heat.

 “Gonna cum, ‘Ren — fuck-…!” Your voice raising an octave higher.

He doesn’t let up, fucking you with his tongue and his fingers are a blur – rubbing your clit so fast, so hard —And then…you’re cumming. Your slick sprays everywhere, making a mess on his sleeping bag. He groans when he feels you clench around tongue; which only encourages him more and leaves him desperate to find out how good you’d feel around his cock. You moan out his name as your brain becomes foggy with ecstasy, your trembling thighs instinctively going to wrap around his face, bringing him close to ride out your orgasm.

“All your fucking fault,” he repeats himself, spreading your swollen lips apart, ignoring that it’s still so sensitive to the touch. Eren, wanting to savor this moment, admires the way your cunt pulsates as you’re still coming down from your high. He licks his lips like a starved man, enjoying the sight as he reaches down to push down his underwear. And then suddenly, he’s sitting up, sliding the hem of his briefs down, tucking it under his heavy balls, and giving you a better view of his cock as it springs back to hit his toned belly. The rumors are true; not only does its size surprise you but the fact it was so thick. 

He was gonna fucking break you.

Eren doesn’t even give you a moment to catch your breath, thrusting his hips forward, and burying his cock in your cunt that’s still recovering from your first orgasm. He hasn’t felt this way in a while; digging his fingers into the flesh of your thighs, doing his best not to cum early and empty his fat load inside of you. He grunts, struggling to hold himself together — cause every time your pussy swallows his cock whole, it makes him feel like a fucking virgin all over again. 

“Fuck, Princess,” He gets on his knees, lifting your hips up, allowing him to drill his cock deeper — using your cunt as his own personal flesh light. “This pussy feels so good — best I’ve ever had.”

“Eren,” you cry, throwing your head back, feeling your stomach tighten. It was overwhelming; tears running down your cheeks because it was so fucking sensitive – his cock ramming into your cunt, stretching it and filling it up until his wet tip was kissing your cervix. “T-too much—..! Please I-I’m gonna—…!”

“You’ll take what I fucking give you,” he tugs your tank top down, revealing your bare breasts. Eren loves your tits; daydreamed about them, would’ve given anything to have a taste and here he was — had you before him ripe for the taking. He gives them a hard squeeze before leaning down and taking them into his mouth; licking, sucking, nipping — anything to make you scream his name again. 

“Think your boyfriend can hear us?” He sneers up at you, reaching down to play with your overstimulated clit — he’s already decided that you were gonna give him another orgasm. “What do you think he’d say, huh? Seeing his pretty girl begging for my cock like a fucking slut.”

No.

“Why don’t I leave a little present for him, hm?” His hips are relentless and at this point your cunt has been fucked raw; feels so good that it hurts. “Fuck! Gonna cum soon, Princess—…!”

No, no, no—!

“‘Ren?” Your voice is shrill and filled with panic, immediately understanding what he means, “Y-You’re gonna pull out, right?”

Your knees are shoved up into your face as his pace becomes sloppy. Sweat drips down, making the both of you feel sticky. 

“Right, ‘Ren?” You cry out, feeling so good, but you needed his confirmation. 

“God—Fuck—…! I’m gonna—…!” 

And then he’s cumming. Shooting his hot load into you; your pussy quivering around his cock, totally overstimulated, as he rides out his high. 

“Fuuuuuuck,” Eren groans, his body slumping against yours as his hips grind against yours, making sure your womb milked him of every last drop. You do your best to catch your breath, your throat raw from all the screaming.

The night is silent; so silent that even the wind was still. You throw an arm over your face, hiding the tears that began pooling in your eyes. You’d be shocked if Jean didn’t hear you.

Little did you know, just outside of Eren’s tent, your boyfriend, in fact, did hear you. Jean shudders, biting down onto the hem of his shirt, careful not to make any noise – grasping onto the nearby tree for support as he continues to fuck his cum soaked fist, just coming down from his own high. He releases tiny gasps, abs rippling as he clenches his ass, his load dripping down and painting the dirt ground white. He heard every single fucking thing. 

And the wildest thing? He fucking enjoyed it.

It’s been a day since your encounter with Eren. You’re a little afraid that he’ll tell Jean but something about your shared secret turns you on. It’s the shoulder bumps to which he claims, Sorry, my bad, was an accident – when you really know it wasn’t; Or the not so subtle longing looks he gives you as he watches you from across the cafeteria during dinner time. It’s those little moments that get your adrenaline pumping, making it harder to forget the night he dragged you to his tent.

It was night time now and all the campers had long gone to bed. Eren, Jean and you had been assigned to cafeteria duty; stuck cleaning the kitchens after dinner. But the three of you had completed the task a while ago. Instead of heading straight to be, afraid of what Eren might say to Jean, you stuck around; listening to the men exchange the ghost stories and urban legends that surrounded the camp. You originally thought it was all fun and games until Eren, thinking it would be funny to scare you -- decided to be a fucking asshole; jumping you in the walk-in cabinet as you were putting the dried dishes away. Jean, however, was not amused.

“Scared of the boogie man, Kirstein?” Eren props his dirty doc martens on the table, throwing his head back and releasing a puff of smoke into the air. “Gonna wet your pants?” 

“Shut the fuck up, Yeager. Can’t you take a fucking hint and see that she’s scared?”

For once you think you see a flash of regret in Eren's eyes, but it’s quickly replaced with amusement. He doesn’t reply, continuing to smoke his bud. Inhale. Exhale.

He puts the last of his roll out on the table, it’s remnants sizzling out with a quick twist of his fingers, “Don’t be such a fucking pussy. You’re scaring her more than I am.”

“You’re such a fucking prick.” Jean stands up and is suddenly up in Eren’s face. He has the other man’s shirt bunched up in a fist, looking like he’s ready to throw the first punch. 

“Ever since we got here, you’ve been getting on my fucking nerves, Yeager. Can’t seem to keep your goddamn eyes off my girl - and don’t act like you haven’t. I’ve seen you.” Jean sneers, leaning forward to whisper in his ear. He thinks you don’t hear him, but you do. 

“Jean,” you say his name warily, knowing exactly what you’re walking into. You should feel guilty. But tell me why, you ask yourself, why the fuck were you turned on by their anger.

“Did you get hard after you saw her at the lake?” Jean shakes his collar roughly for good measure, “Got bricked up after seeing her pretty tits, huh?” 

Eren smirks as if he knew something that Jean didn’t. And you know exactly why. He did know something that your boyfriend didn’t. Don’t tell him, you feel as though you should be telling yourself that. But a part of you wants Eren to go ahead and tattle, tell and let your boyfriend know what the two of you did. 

And much to your concealed delight, Jean doesn’t stop.

“Too bad you can’t touch her, huh? Yeah, not like I fucking can. Bet you couldn’t help yourself - probably ran back to your tent like a little bitch to jack off-..!”

Eren’s knuckles smash into Jean’s face with a bone chilling crunch. He’s quick to tackle the brunette to the ground, the chair clanging to the side as he climbs atop, gaining absolute control of the situation.

“You’re right, Kiersten. I did rub one off the other day and let me tell you,” he runs his tongue along the trickle of red along Jean’s cheek, “Thinking of her made it all the more delicious.”

Eren’s fists let up, allowing Jean to turn his head to the side, spitting out blood between kissed teeth. 

“You’re fucking sick, Yeager.”

This makes Eren laugh.

“You’re one to talk. Maybe…Maybe, if you fucked her right,” his voice darkens, “She wouldn’t have come begging for my cock last night.” 

Eren leans down, his golden chain dancing tauntingly in front of Jean’s bloodied face. “Wanna know what we did?” 

“Eren, stop.” You hiss.

He looks at you, grinning before turning back to your boyfriend. Wanna tell him or should I? — his gaze speaks for itself.

“While you were asleep, — can you guess what we did, Jeany-boy? Huh?” He digs his elbow against his chest, leans forward, and brings his voice down to a sinister whisper, “Fucked her real good – so hard, she begged for seconds.”

Jean grinds his teeth, his breath coming out in seething heaves as he tries to shove the other man off. But Eren is stronger. He keeps Jean in place without much effort. 

Eren chuckles. “She let me cum in her too. Isn’t she so generous?”

Jean doesn’t answer.

“And that's just the cherry on top! Let me tell you...such a loyal girlfriend you’ve got, Kiersten. You should be proud of her — she actually thought it was you.” He sneers, almost in a jeering manner, “Imagine the surprise on her face when she turned around to see it was Eren Yaeger…but that didn’t really stop her, now did it?”

You take a few staggering steps forward. It feels like you’re having an out of body experience but it’s when Eren whips his head to look you directly in the eye. The look alone speaks for itself. Don’t fucking move.

You freeze and don’t even attempt to argue cause it was all fucking true.

“Oh,” Eren sighs before, turning his head back, giving a few condescending slaps to the side of your boyfriend's face, “And Jean…should you really be the one calling me sick? Why don’t you tell her what you did, hm?”

Jean spits a wad of blood and saliva into his face - but your boyfriend’s tormented reaction only makes Eren grin wider. 

“Shall we talk about the way you purposefully let me fuck her or how you hid like a fucking pussy – not only watching us like a fucking perv but jacked off to us too. Tell me, boyfriend, who’s the fucking sicko now?”

You wait. Wait for Jean to deny but he turns away, his silence speaking louder than words.

“Should I fuck her again?” Eren taunts, reaching down to palm Jean’s dick, only to humiliate him more when he finds that he’s hard, “Yeah, you’d like that wouldn’t you.”

You whimper, sinking down to your knees before slowly crawling over to the both of them. You should feel guilty but the change in atmosphere made you feel something completely different.

“Why don’t we ask the lady of the hour?” He pinches Jean’s face, jerking it to the side to look at you. “She look guilty to you?” 

Jean whimpers. Whimpers.

“Bet she’s wet as fuck right now,”  Eren snickers. And he was right. If you weren’t soaked through your panties, surely you were now.

He stands up, shoving your boyfriend to the ground as he walks over to you until his cock is at eye level. He caresses your face, tilting your head up to look at him with the tip of his finger.

“Why don’t we show him, hm?” Eren says softly, his eyes never leaving yours. Slowly, he makes his way around you, sliding his long legs on either side of your body, your back hitting his broad chest before pulling you completely onto his lap. You whimper, immediately feeling how hard he is. His hands instinctively find their way to your breasts, groping them until your nipples are hard enough to be poking through your shirt. Eren grabs the left side of your face, tilting it to the side allowing him access to your neck, pressing wet open mouthed kisses to the sensitive skin. He smirks, feeling you shiver and chuckles when he sees your boyfriend, sit up, entranced at the sight of him having his way with you.

“Jesus fuck, you getting hard, Kirstein?” Eren chuckles, slipping a hand into your shorts, hand quickly finding your clit. “Fuck, she’s so wet – you turned on by this too, sweetheart?”

You moan, digging your heels into the ground as Eren rubs faster. 

Slowly, Jean crawls over on all fours, wanting to get a better look. As he approaches, your legs immediately widen, letting your boyfriend know that he was more than welcomed to do more than watch. He hesitates before reaching for your shorts, hooking a finger in your panties as well – tugging them down, his fingers tickling your skin as he pulls the clothing off your legs. 

Eren takes advantage of the moment, bringing both hands to your cunt, his muscular arms pressing against your tits, making it hard to breathe as he spreads your pussy lips wide, stretching your hole so Jean could get a good look.

And without another word, Jean leans forward, burying his face between your thighs; his tongue slipping right past Eren’s fingers and into your awaiting cunt. 

Eren filled with jealousy at the sight, is impatient as fuck, not wanting to wait for his turn – shedding his pants, he shoves your face down, the back of your head hitting the ground as he crawls over you, his heavy cock slapping your cheek as he meets Jean half-way. And without any warning, he aligns the tip with your lips before pushing himself all the way inside. He’s so big that you gag, fucking your face without any mercy, and its not long before his hips find the perfect rhythm – his balls slapping against your face as his tip kisses the back of your throat, no doubt bulging in your neck after every thrust. You knew that he was big but you struggle to not to tear up every time he sheathes himself entirely within you; his massive size makes it hard to breathe. Your body spasms; the need for oxygen and the feeling of the two men eating you out, leaves you feeling delirious.

“Told you she’d fucking like it,” Eren groans, he spits on your clit before flicking it back and forth at the same pace he’s fucking your face.

Jean responds by shoving his fat tongue into your opening, purposefully making the wet muscle wide in order to split you wide open. He scoops his hands under your ass, digging them into your flesh so that he could lift you up, raising your hips to better meet him and Eren. 

“She’s gonna cum,” your boyfriend moans, “I can fucking feel it – she’s clenching ‘round me so hard.”

“You gonna cum, baby?” Eren asks through breathy pants, his tongue not letting up its assault, “You’re the dirtiest of us all, aren’t you? So fucking greedy, getting off on the both of us making out with your pussy.”

“Yeah, she is,” Jean urges, his middle finger rimming your puckered ass, “Didn’t know my girlfriend was such a fucking whore.”

“Fuck, she’s so close,” Eren uses his fingers to spread your puffy lips apart, shoving his cock back down your throat, grinding down on your face before pulling back up, “Why don’t you stop being such a fucking pussy and actually fuck your girlfriend, Kirstein – like you fuckin’ mean it this time, yeah?”

Jean gets to his knees, freeing his hard cock from his pants, before sinking into you. Your slit wraps around his fat girth, sucking him in deep. Your body shakes, instantly feeling stuffed all while Eren continues to slurp at your swollen clit.

All of it is too much; Eren fucking your throat – Jean stuffing you full of cock. You were gonna lose your fucking mind.

“You gonna cum, Kirstein?” Eren taunts.

“Shut the fuck up,” Jean groans, focusing on the feeling of being swallowed up. 

“You’re close aren’t you?” He angles his hips slightly, directing his teasing towards you, “Tell him how much you want it, sweetheart – how much of a fucking cumslut you are.”

“Please,” you whine, dragging scratches down Eren’s back.

“Please…what?”

You scream in frustration. How infuriating. 

“Please...fuck-..! Fill me up, daddy – need it so much–...!”

Your boyfriend’s pace increases, encouraged by your desperate pleads, pumping in and out of you vigorously, his hips racking against your own sloppily as he chases his own release; 'Til he’s groaning, jutting into you at a slower pace as fulfills your request, filling you up – and Eren right in tow, white streams spurting out their slippery tips, filling both of your holes, coating your messy walls white.

And it's at that moment when he empties his load deep inside – you cum hard; squirting all over Jean’s cock, the splash back hitting Eren’s face as he continues to lap at your overstimulated clit.

“S-Stop–please, stop,” you cry, doing your best to shove both of them off, “It’ t-too much – ohmygod fuck, its too muuuuch…!”

Despite your protests, Eren smiles, pressing light kisses against your sensitive sex all while Jean lazily thumbs your ass. The two men had one thing in common and that was making a goddamn mess out of you.

Maybe…Just maybe, Jean wouldn't mind sharing you after all. 

[bleubrri]

۪۪۫۫ ༄ؘ ˑ ɪᴛ’s ᴀʟɪᴠᴇ ! — ᴊᴇᴀɴ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

༄ؘ ˑ contains: best friends → lovers , mutual pining , costumes errywhere , dry humping , m!oral , jean whining n whimpering hehe , reader bein kinda bossy >:7 , black coded!fem!reader , vaginal sex , creampie [ maybe more idk bro it’s 3am @_@ ]

༄ؘ ˑ wc: SIGH 4k :/

༄ؘ ˑ a/n: this is for the if you really think that you can stomach me collab by the light of my life @strawberrystepmom !! i wanted to post it in october but i’m useless so forgive me T^T lil talk about protection in there—communication is sexc!! also pls use condoms + practice safe sex xoxo

"these are all awful." you whine, sitting against jeans headboard and scrolling through his 'costume ideas' pinterest board.

he’s got his head underneath the desk, trying to fish out the mario kart disc thats fallen down the back, so his response is muffled. "they’re the most popular ones from the last decade!"

"jean, i am not wearing any of these."

he shuffles back out, dust covered disc in hand and pouting down at you. "there isn't one that you like?"

"not remotely."

"you’re being picky." he says, slotting the disc into the console and tossing you the player 1 controller.

"i’m being honest." you mutter, scrolling past a particularly awful rendition of a cops & robbers costume. he flops onto the bed and rests his head on your shoulder, peeking at the screen.

"y'know I worked really hard cultivating this. hours of research and painstaking decisi—hey!" his head knocks against the headboard when you yank yourself from under his weight.

"you're so annoying.." you mutter, navigating the homescreen and selecting grand prix. the character and course selection are accompanied with jeans babbling (we’ve gotta pick a good one—the standards are high! maybe i should just pick and force a decision on you—) that earns him unconvinced grunts and looks of skepticism.

the subject gets temporarily lost in the chaos that naturally ensues when jean selects rainbow road, 3 minutes of screaming and curses and shuffling onto your knees to get a better vantage point. it isn’t until the final lap when your item box is shuffling that you pipe up, “i guess we don’t have to do something matching..”

jean almost veers off of the track.

he frowns, glancing at your profile as he tries to maintain his first place spot. “…what?” he says. you’ve always dressed up together. since you were kids halloween had been your guys’ favourite holiday, and yet here you were suggesting that you break a years long (albeit unofficial) october tradition.

“i mean we could just go as separate things? if that makes it easier.” and it seems like appropriate timing when you unleash a blue shell and obliterate jeans universe.

you’re glowing, shrieking in triumph as you pass the finish line and leave jean in the dust. he watches your characters parade around the winners podium with a clenched jaw and sinking feeling.

“sure.” he agrees, tight lipped smile making you pause. you didn’t really expect him to agree—you’d only suggested it in case he had a particular costume that he was set on wearing. jean had always been the one to pick your costumes, you just went along with it, and always ending up looking decent so you couldn’t complain. he was always more into the whole idea of dressing up anyway. but you hadn’t really anticipated him ditching your thing in order to.. what, impress some new college friends?

you blink at him, a protest like the cork of a wine bottle, stuck in your throat and threatening to choke you. “cool.” you manage, “just.. let me know what you’re going as, yeah?”

“tryna scope out the competition?”

you give him a good natured shove, rolling your eyes as a smile fights it’s way across your face.

something like that, you think.

-

this was a bad fucking idea.

as the rhythmic percussion from the speakers gets close enough to rattle your bones, it starts to set in that jean was right. people have taken their costumes really fucking seriously. there are a few token stragglers: eren, in a hoodie and a purge mask and a short, raven haired senior with faux fangs and devil horns. but for the most part all you can see is elaborate sfx gore, girls in animal ears and enough fabric to border on public indecency. and everyone looks great.

you feel pathetic, turning up in a matching costume unbeknownst to your best friend. what if he’s mad? you’d gone from feeling somewhat pretty to utterly mortified in the span of a tacky monster mash-grime remix. your internal debate of whether to bolt back down the road and uber home is interrupted by connie (gruesomely accurate stitches and foam kitchen knife complementing his chucky outfit) who tackles you in a bear hug that reeks of tequila.

“y’look great!” he slurs, clinging to you for so long that he starts swaying.

stifling a laugh, you detach from him and start guiding him back inside. “thanks con, you too.” you shout over the music.

after successfully delivering connie to mikasa (in a very expensive looking black swan costume) you start to navigate the crowd in an attempt to find something to drink.

jean had been developing a steady buzz in the hour or so that he’d been here. he wasn’t having fun. you’d rejected his offer of a ride and for some reason it had given him the urge to drink his blood volume in vodka cokes. he’d made pretty good headway so far, drowning out the compliments on his frankenstein costume with deep gulps from his glass. it felt weird, not having your complimentary figure beside him to admire all night.

somewhere between the fourth beer and third shot of rum he decided that he was mad at you. but it had dissipated pretty quickly—he was refilling his glass when he caught a glimpse of you.

connie was half-slung over your shoulder (gripping you awfully tight and saying something into your ear that has jeans teeth grinding together) but he could still clearly see the monikers of your costume. white streaks in your hair. blackened stitches along your jaw that mirror his own. jean feels the air get punched from his lungs when his eyes scan over your dress. the sheer, pale fabric practically glowing in the dim lighting. there’s a white corset that hugs your waist and follows the curve of your hips that jean can’t seem to tear his gaze from. the whole ensemble.. it’s hauntingly beautiful. you’re beautiful.

jean swallows down a forbidden feeling that claws at his ribcage, tears at the flesh of his throat in its frenzied attempt to escape.

he bolts down the hall to connie’s room, shouldering past vague acquaintances and slipping into his friends bathroom. the white knuckle grip that he has on the sink isn’t doing much to help ground him. his heart hammering in his chest and his head spinning unfortunately isn’t entirely the alcohols fault. scooping some cold water into his cupped hand, jean gulps it down and tries to cool the heat painting his cheeks and swirling in his gut.

bride of fucking frankenstein. is that why you’d asked what he was dressing up as? he groans, pressing the chilled tips of his fingers into his temple, mindful of the black face-paint stitches adorning his forehead. jean has spent almost 2 decades carefully steering you towards costumes that were safe—cute and perfect for the best of friends. jean has long since had his grand epiphany, long since resigned himself to keeping it all to himself, long since mourned the loss of what might have been. but he cannot risk a lifelong friendship with you on a gamble of ifs and maybes. so he straightens his jacket, plasters on his brightest smile and heads straight for you.

“well well well.” he drawls, coming up behind you as you’re mixing a drink. the sound of his voice has you sucking in a breath and turning to him with your bottom lip tucked between your teeth.

“couldn’t help yourself, huh? guess you’re just obsessed with me.”

you grin, glad that he seems like the jean you know and love. “please, this was a last minute ditch effort.” you shoot back, “i just couldn’t find anything else that looked okay!”

“ohh of course. forgive my wildly inaccurate assumption then.”

you chuckle, handing him a drink as you pour yourself another. “seriously though, dyou hate it?”

jean frowns over the rim of his cup, taking in your doe eyes and vulnerable expression that point to you being serious. “hate it? what would i hate it?”

“i don’t know.. you wanted to dress up alone this year so.. i thought you might be disappointed.” he stares at you blankly, cup hovering away from his lips. he’s got such pretty lips, you’ve always thought so. it would be.. weird to tell him that, right? though it’s probably weird how hard you’re staring at them right now and—oh god you’re staring.

“you wanted to dress up alone!” he says, confused.

“wh—i didn’t! i suggested it for you but.. i love our couples costumes.” you give him that shy smile that he adores and jean feels his insides turn to jelly. you have to know what you’re doing. you’ve baited him—hook, line and sinker and like the lovesick little guppy that he is he’s latched on and being stripped of oxygen.

“couples costumes?” he breaths.

“yeah i mean, we’re kind of like a couple.” you shrug, and jean almost faints. “we do everything together.” oh god, you need to shut the fuck up before you ruin everything. before he calls you out for overstepping and—

a whirlwind of colour that takes the form of sasha in a willy wonka costume (complete with crumpled wrappers spilling from her pockets) is suddenly ushering you both towards your group of friends before jean can respond and you can apologise. she pushes you down into the circle that’s forming, empty bottle of corona sitting menacingly in the centre.

jean groans, running a hand through his hair in a way that you can’t look at for too long or you might do something you’ll regret.

“what’re we? 16?” sasha just sticks her tongue out and slots down between macro and an on-the-verge-of-passing-out connie.

the games a hybrid—spin the bottle and 7 minutes in heaven, with people bending over the circle for a peck on the lips while the current 2 victims occupy the storage closet at the end of the hall. you find your eyes are focused on the fascinating items on the shopping list stuck to the fridge as jean locks lips with a pretty little blonde girl—hitch, you’re pretty sure. you don’t notice the glares that your best friend sporadically shoots in reiners direction when the bulky blonde kisses you for a little longer than necessary, earning whoops and cheers from your giddy friends. when the flick of erens wrist dictates that you and jean are next for the closet, the whole group groans.

“what?” floch says, clearly confused as to your apparent reputation.

“these are the worst.” mikasa deadpans, earning a playful shove from you.

“we are not!”

“what, they fuck super loud or something?” floch asks. jeans cheeks are reddening at the implication.

“hardly.” connie mumbles, suddenly following the conversation. “last time they were in there forever, found ‘em passed out after watchin’ a movie on his phone.”

you smile, pushing yourself up and extending a hand to jean. “i’m thinking insidious 2? maybe the conjuring?”

“stop. you know hocus pocus is more my speed.” he matches your smirk and laces your hands together, your friends’ booing accompanying you down the hall as you make your way to the closet.

you’re both settled on the floor, backs against the shelves and scrolling through jeans phone to find a movie. it’s dark, the only light coming from the small screen, but he can still see the outline of your figure in his peripherals, pressed up against him with your head on his shoulder, where it belongs.

“hey.” he finds himself blurting out. it’s the familiarity, the closeness that’s loosening his lips and making his iron resolve crumble.

“hey.” you smile up at him, and as he skims over your face, long lashes swept with mascara, pointed brows and lips sculpted with a dark crimson that almost looks black, jean has the startling urge to confess that he’s hopelessly, desperately in love with you.

“did you mean it? before..”

“what?”

“that we’re like a couple.” he presses.

“oh, i—” theres an apology on the tip of your tongue that somehow morphs under the intensity of his gaze, warm eyes piercing even in the low light. “i mean, we are, aren’t we? strangers always think we’re together. we’re just not, ah.. intimate like a couple.”

jeans ears are ringing. what might have been is beginning to look like what could be, what’s right at his fingertips.

“do you want to be?” it’s barely a whisper, his face so close to yours that when he swipes over his lips you can feel the heat from his tongue. your gaze flickers down, glued to his lips, and without a second thought you find yourself nodding.

“are you sure?” this time, he’s so close that you can feel the syllables against your lips.

“kiss me.”

and jean does not need to be told twice.

it’s a chaste thing, a sweet thing. just skin against skin. you both share a sigh against eachother and it’s filled with so much relief, so much longing that it’s only natural for his hands to make their way to your cheeks, coaxing your head back as his tongue starts to lick into your mouth.

wet smacking and heavy breaths are fogging the space of the closet as your hands curl around his wrists. jeans hands cup your jaw, a breathy chuckle bubbling up when he rests his forehead against yours. it’s so infectious that you find yourself giggling along with him, mirroring the shapes he traces into you on his pulsepoints.

“you have no idea.” jean finds himself mumbling between slow savours of your lips. “god, you drive me crazy.” and you do. he thinks he can feel his fucking brain chemistry altering with every brush of your tongue against his own.

it’s becoming harder and harder to ignore the desire pooling between your legs at the feeling of your best friend cradling your face like you’re made of glass and kissing you until you’re dizzy. your limbs feel phantom as you slowly push him against the shelves, your thighs finding purchase surrounding his long legs and hands slipping into his hair. his phone is still on somewhere, cool-blue light casting shadows over your figure. even straddling him, you’re only marginally taller, but jean loves it, your pretty face there for him to behold and your tits squished against the confines of your corset at the perfect level to latch onto. your cleavage being on display is more of an obvious byproduct of having breasts as apposed to a purposeful attempt at being alluring, but jean thanks whatever deity is looking over him and happily sucks a trail of bruises into the soft skin before him. he can feel your breathing increasing with every graze of his teeth, every violet mark etched into your skin. and when he delivers a particularly harsh nip, your thighs clenching around him and your grip on his nape tightening, jean thinks he has to be ascending.

the tent in his pants is considerable, poking into your core even through the whispy layers of your dress. large hands have settled on your waist when you start to rock in his lap, a sputtering groan spilling into your chest as his dick twitches in anticipation.

“fuck, jean—i need you.”

he’s frantic, bunching up your dress to expose your bare thighs and dampened panties. he perches you over his dick, stifling a moan from the pulsing heat of your cunt radiating against his bulge. the movements of your hips are aided by warm hands settled on them, grinding you against his cock as you gasp and moan at the friction. he almost whines in response, fingertips digging into your soft flesh. “don’t—oh shit—don’t have a condom.”

he can’t form a sentence, let alone a coherent thought. but like the angel that you are, you do it for him, tug his face back from where it’s buried in your neck, smiling fondly at his lidded eyes and parted lips. “i mean, i’m clean. and.. on birth control.” you whisper, as if he wasn’t nursing you day and night after your IUD appointment. tucking a strand of hair behind the reddened tip of his ear, you press your lips to the stubble that peppers his jaw. it’s rough, mildly grating in a way that brings heat to the surface of your skin and has you wondering how it would feel against your inner thighs. “and i trust you.” you smile.

a confession is dangerously close to bursting from his chest. jean might as well just plunge a fist through flesh and bone, part his ribcage and present his beating heart to you. he would do it, if you asked.

“fuck, are you sure?” he’s blindly scrambling for his phone. “i—i’m clean and everything but are you sure?” and suddenly the screen is being lit up in front of you with goddamn test results. you laugh, because it’s so sweet and so jean—giving you peace of mind despite your assurances, checking in on you again and again because he cares. you pull up your own recent results and present it to him, his eyes barely flicking over it before his gaze is relocked with yours. you chuck your phone to the side, palming his bulge in languid strokes with your free hand and shuffling down the length of his legs. “never been more sure of anything.”

jeans so hopped up on endorphins, on the taste of you and the arousal searing his skin that he hardly notices you flicking the clasp of his belt buckle. he’s shook from his stupor when he feels the cool air hit his dick, tip shiny with so much precum that its started to drip down to his balls. you weren’t sure what you were expecting, but the slight curve of his shaft, the bulbous head and mushroom tip, the length of it has your eyes wide and mouth pooling with saliva. you delight in the way his cock twitches and he shivers when you blow against his wet slit. and when you wrap a hand at his base, immediately pumping him with slickened strokes, he reels, arching into your touch and slamming a hand over his mouth to muffle his groans.

oh god, oh god you’re gonna ruin him, thumbing his slit and squeezing his cockhead until he’s leaking into your hand and planning your honeymoon. pink darts from between your teeth and you press the flat of your tongue against him, salty liquid bursting across your tastebuds that has you humming and taking the tip of his dick into the wet heat of your mouth. jeans nails are digging bloody crescents into the skin of his palm as he tries to hold back the sounds of his pleasure, but when you suckle on his slit and swirl your fucking tongue against the sensitive underside of his cock, jean feels his balls tighten and flames ignite under his skin.

“shit—shitshitshit wait!” and you’re pulling off of him with a lewd pop and a ditzy smile. there’s a string of saliva and pre that tethers him to your lips and jean doesn’t think you’ve ever looked so beautiful.

“god you’re so..” jeans panting, scouring his lust-dipped brain for a word that does you justice. his reaction has you preening, dragging down your panties and pecking his lips with a grin. “so’re you.”

your thighs return to their place around his hips, the bare heat of your sexes mingling when you press your clit into the underside of his shaft from its place against his stomach. jeans hands are guiding your mouth to reconnect with his, desire clawing at his chest. “let me taste you.” he breaths.

your pussy flutters at his request, baritone syllables making more slick ooze from your slit. “as much as i would love that,” you link your hands around his broad shoulders, pressing your weight into your knees to position his cock over your dripping entrance. you can see the beginnings of a protest shaping his pretty lips that you’re quick to silence, “i want you to cum.” and when his dick is enveloped with hot, wet softness, jean can’t do anything but gasp.

while the tightness of your cunt is threatening to milk him dry, he knows this can’t exactly be comfortable for you, the wetness of your shared arousal doing little to compensate for the lack of prep. gentle rolls of his hips accompany soft words and presses of his lips to the trail of bruises along your chest. “shh, you’re okay. it’s just me, just focus on me.”

slippery circles are pressed into your clit that have you relaxing under his touch and clenching around his cock simultaneously. “look how good you’re doing, baby.” he whipers, your hazy eyes blinking down to where you’re connected. you haven’t taken all of him, though he doesn’t seem to mind, his thrusts picking up and settling into a pace that has your toes curling. one of your hands slips from around his neck in a stubborn blur. he has to cum first. jean does more for you than he probably realises, doting on you like the angel that he is. they’ll be time for more later. but he has to have the first. your fingers trail the soft skin of his sac, nails grazing the cropped hair at his base that has him shuddering beneath you. you can almost feel his load churning under your touch when you roll the heavy weight of his balls between your fingertips.

electricity is sparking between you—it’s under your skin and in your gut and tethering the beating muscles in your chests.

“i—have wanted you—” his words are choked, impending orgasm a breath away, “—for so fucking long. i fucking—i love you. i’m so fucking in love with you.” his confession comes as he does, searing heat from his release coating your insides and splashing through the depths of your cunt. your foreheads are pressed together as you gasp and whisper against his lips, jeans hips fucking his load into you as he helps you chase your own high.

“i love you. always have.” it’s a little slurred, a little breathy. but when jean feels your pussy squeezing him in a vice, slick sounds of arousal bouncing off of the dark walls of the closet, he doesn’t think it could be any more fucking perfect.

-

reiner has his tongue shoved down bertls throat when you both emerge, blinking at the harsh light. the group doesn’t even give you a second look, at first. when reiner pulls back, leaving the brunet with pink cheeks and wide eyes, jean is the one to clear his throat and direct their attention to your disheveled figures.

“we’re, uh, we’re gonna head out.”

your hands are intertwined. which isn’t a foreign feeling at all, though his cum dripping down your thighs is certainly new.

“no fucking way.” connie seems to have sobered up exponentially, eyeing your mess of hickeys, wrinkled clothes and jeans wild hair.

“i’ll be damned.” erens smirking with his brows raised as you manoeuvre the little crowd and head for the door. throwing a quick wave over your shoulder, you flash a sheepish smile to your friends, stumbling out a goodbye as jean tugs you out the door.

“uh, happy halloween guys!”

as soon as the door slams jeans pulling you in for a kiss. his lips are quickly becoming your favourite thing so you are not complaining, looping your arms round his waist to pull him further into your orbit.

“so.” you muse, “what’re we now? like.. fuck buddies?” you joke.

jean thinks on it, dramatically squinting his eyes and humming in thought. “i’d prefer the term smash bros.”

the look of disgust that colours your face as you shove him away and head down the street has laughter bubbling in his chest and his hands pulling you flush against his chest.

“you’re so stupid.” you pout, barely masking your adorable smile. “can’t believe i slept with you. can’t believe im in love with you.” you’re teasing him, taking his lips for yourself and giggling against him. but if he’s being completely honest with himself, jean can’t fucking believe it either.

#: @luvkun4 @sheluvzeren @oxygenstarrved @wh0reforlevi

[koushuwu]

» watch me — jean kirstein x reader  *:･ﾟ✧

18+ content | 1,309 words | cw: afab!reader, sex toys, pet names (specifically “baby”), exhibitionism, voyeurism, oral sex f!recieving, dry humping, character cums in pants. | coaxing Jean into watching you wasn’t the hardest feat, but not being able to taste you was like torture to him.

“When you come home, I want you to watch me.”

Every single cohesive thought escaped his brain like dew in the morning sun. Just completely evaporated as his balls clenched and his cock twitched in his grasp. He almost dropped the phone, but managed to keep it up by his ear.

“What?” he croaked.

“I want you. To watch me,” you repeated. Your own words hazed by your own pleasure. For a moment he had to seize all movement so he wouldn’t cum right then and there. “Like this. But together.” With all gullible responses stolen straight out of his lungs, he frantically searched for some way of expressing himself, as his climax rapidly approached.

“Okay,” he agreed. Pathetic if you asked him later, but at that moment, no other words would form in his throat.

Now, Jean had arrived home from his travels, an early saturday morning, and what he found when he came home, was undeniably the most breathtaking sight he’s ever laid eyes upon. There you were. The love of his life, leaned back on the bed, completely bare and a dark look in your eyes. Time seemed to slow around him as he took you in. Your legs were spread wide, and beside you lay the toys he’d bought for you before he left.

“Jean,” His name on your lips sounded so sweet, but it sounded so far in his trance like observation of the sight unfolding before him. Not only were a variation of toys scattered on the bed. Oh no. One toy, a baby pink rabbit vibrator, was in your hand. Was inside you, pushed deep in between your walls, and teasing your aching clit. “Jean,” you moaned his name, and this time your voice snapped him out of his trance. His bag dropped to the floor and– “Stop.” The one word uttered by you, had him nailed to the spot, just as he’d taken his first step towards you.

“What?” Jean’s voice cracked and he had to swallow hard before he could continue. “What do you mean?” His eyes were glued to your figure, and your hand had stilled on the vibrator. For a moment it was quiet around you, save for the whirring of the toy in your hand. In your pussy. You had wanted to wait for him to come home before starting. You really had meant to, but as you’d laid out the toys and stripped down, teased yourself to make sure you were ready as soon as he’d arrived, you found yourself excited. Of course you’d be excited but you found yourself spurred on by the thought of what was to come, that you’d found yourself unable to stop yourself from going just a little further. And that’s when Jean had arrived home.

“Watch,” you urged, breathlessly. “You said you would,” you reminded. Jean’s jaw slacked as he stared at you, unblinking. It wasn’t that he didn’t fathom your words or remember what you were talking about. But he hadn’t expected you to hold him to it so soon. Or maybe he hadn’t actually thought you’d meant it when you said it, but oh was he wrong.

“What? Now?” he asked, clearly in disbelief. Sucking your lower lip between your teeth and biting down, you nodded in response. The way his gaze followed your every movement as you slowly began to pull out of your cunt as if mesmerized was thrilling. Intoxicating even. 

“Come on, baby, please!”

Jean’s arms hung loosely down his sides as he watched you shake your head at him. You angled the vibrator and pushed back inside and mewled.

“Baby—“ Jean’s hands balled at his sides. His jaw all but hitting the floor and he just wanted to touch you. To taste you. So so bad. “This is torture, look at you. Shit, I just want to taste. Just a little taste. Please.” The vibrator whirred as Jean practically begged and you felt powerful. In control. Your eyes locked and even looking into his eyes, you could make out the strain against his pants out the corner of your eye. 

Watching the toy thrusting into your sloppy cunt really was torture to Jean. He really tried his hardest to keep a level head for you, but his mind was spinning. His mouth watered and the very air around him seemed to be strumming. Quaking. Reverberating along to the sweet tune of the very toy responsible for his agony. He really did try though, despite his aching cock and the continuous pleas falling from his lips as you whined and writhed before his eyes.

He watched you. He ached for you. He craved for you and when you finally nodded in response to his pleas, Jean’s entire body moved entirely on its own accord. His knees dipped into the mattress and his hand curled around yours as he claimed your lips with his own in a hungry, almost starved kiss. Tongues tangled, saliva mixing and hot breaths’ shared before he broke away, hungry for everything that you could give.

Jean stared at you intently and pulled the toy from your drooling pussy. Your body felt like it was already burning, but when his eyes bore into yours as he switched it off and brought the toy to his lips, all that the heat in your body rose erratically. And when his tongue pressed flat against the slick surface you shuddered, pussy clenching around nothing. Aching. Jean groaned low in his throat when the taste of you finally danced on his taste buds. Under his excruciating gaze, you tried closing your legs, but in an instant Jean dropped the toy, taking hold of your knees instead, keeping you from hiding. There was hunger in his eyes and he needed you. He needed you bad, and he needed you now.

It didn’t take Jean long, nor did it take him much effort to move you up the bed until he could lie between your legs. With his fingers digging into the plush of your thighs, he spread you open and dove in with no regret. Another deep guttural sound tore from Jean as his tongue finally met with the source of his deepest pleasures. You knew Jean, and you knew about his desire for the juices he now so eagerly drank from your lap. Yet, it sometimes surprised you just how much he seemed to enjoy it. But he did enjoy it. In fact, Jean relished in finally being allowed to taste you and bring you the pleasure he so desperately wanted you to feel. And you did. Jean was skilled. Eager, excited, but skilled. He instinctively slurped, licked, kissed, flicked and lapped at your pussy in such perfect sync with the song your body sang to him. You couldn’t hear it, but he could and it was a blissful symphony that he joined with his own lewd sounds.

Sounds that grew deeper as his hips bucked, rutting his cock against the mattress underneath him. The mattress, already giving way, ever so slightly under your writhing form. Writhing from the pleasure he gave you. The pleasure you gave him. The friction caused when he bucked into bed was good. Oh so good. Even better with your taste on his tongue and your sounds in his ears. And so he thrust his hips forward again. And again. The pleasure in his mouth and the pleasure pressing and sliding against his cock sent his head spinning. It pushed him steadily towards the edge. Rapidly as he pushed you towards it as well. Pushing. Pushing until you both reached it. Pushing until you both tumbled over it. You cumming on his tongue, just as he’d wanted, and him spilling in the confinement of his pants. Pushing. Even then, Jean could not get enough. He could never get enough of you.

[sintiva]

did you say foreplay..//∘* e. jaeger, a. arlert, and j. kirstein

୭̥⋆*｡ summary: it’s either foreplay or no play with these boys

୭̥⋆*｡ cw: switch!reader, sub!armin, grinding, sensual make out sessions, dirty talk, slight hand job, pretty sensual, overall very suggestive content causeee yeah + additional tags per character

୭̥⋆*｡ notes: boy do i love me some aot boys 😮‍💨

EREN J.

ADDITIONAL TAGS: DIRTY TALK, pussy job kinda

this mf😫 eren is into everything under the sun, but the one thing that gets his dick wet and makes bitches kitties pur is his love for some grinding. if you’re not getting up on his lap and gliding your hips along his dick you not doing it right. and you know he got a filthy mouth 🥱

“fuckkk mee.” he groans, deep and heavy. the boys lips are puffy and pink as he’s been kissing on your lips for what’s felt like hours. there’s been light touches here and there. you’d take your hand and cup his erection through his sweats, but eren grew bored of that real quick. he’s had tons of girls rub up on his dick, but letting one slick herself up as she rubbed herself along it made him throb. “come up here,” he whispers. his finger tips sink into the fat of your ass as he picks you up, adjusting you ontop of him. he somehow removed your panties at some point during the make out session, so there’s no barrier; no external force can get in the way of him feeling your folds rub against his dick. feeling your arousal dribble out of your pussy was heavenly. nothing could’ve felt better than you stuttering as your grinded against his cock. it made his heart throb when his tip would brush against your clit making you twitch just a little.

your nails sunk into the muscles of his arm and his sunk into the fat of your ass as he brought you foward. “you get this wet when you think of me?” he hummed in delight and rested his face in the crook of your neck. he peppered kisses along the column of your throat, waiting for your response. “maybe,” you mumble, “when i think about you fucking me.” he moves his face back and cocks his head in your direction. “and what’s that look like in this pretty little head of yours.” he takes his index finger and taps it against your forehead. you grab his hand and bring it down to your chest so he can fondle your breast. your wetness pools on the front of his pants. “i think about you gettin’ so so deep.” you pant and let your head fall back on your shoulders. your eyes roll to the back of your head as you grind your slick cunny against his erection.

“i want you to fuck me so deep.” you moan. your voice is tender and soothing to his ear. your voice carries rasp and arousal. “need to feel you in here.” you point to your tummy and drag your hand up to the swell of your breast; groping the tit that he doesn’t have in his hand. “you think you can handle it,” his hands drop to your waist to drag you along him harder — slower. “your asking a lot for someone who cries when i’m drillin’ her shit.” he whispers in your ear and licks the top of the lobe. “i m-miss it,” you stutter and your thighs twitch, “we haven’t fucked in a while, i miss you.” his dick physically throbs. “me or my dick,” he grunts, “seems like your pussy’s doing all the talking.” a fine line of pre begins to trickle out of his tip, “both” you smile.

“mhm, now raise your hips for me, pretty girl.”

ARMIN A.

ADDITIONAL TAGS: dom!reader, slight dumbification, tongue sucking, minor spit kink

armin is all for kissing it’s all he needs… but when you suck on his tongue just a little bit he might cum a little too early 😮‍💨

“you’ve always been a good kisser.” you whisper as you pull away from the kiss. the thin line of saliva that connected your alls lips together breaks, but the eye contact you hold on his lips do not. you stare at his bright pink colored lips, and you giggle at the amount of lip liner that’s smudged all around his mouth. but the way he looks at yours is even better, he’s stuck thinking about how good your lips feel pressing against his own, he thinks about how good they’ll look wrapped around his di- anyways. he thinks it’ll never get better than this. his eyes are droopy and red, but the tent in his pants let’s you know that he’s worked up. “feeling good, baby?” you question him and he responds immediately; nodding his head and letting a great, big smile dress his face.

“i want some more,” he pouts and points to his lips, “your lips feel good.” the blonde whines with no shame at all. you smile sweetly and let your fingers lace into his hair as you bring his head closer; tilting his head to the side so his lips slot with yours. you dip your tongue into his mouth first, and it’s fairly easy. he lets his lips part immediately allowing your wet muscle to glide across his own, the two swirl around each other for a little bit. his hands move to your thighs and they slip in between the heat of them as they squish together. your legs are crossed as you shift closer to his body too deepen the kiss, but he still manages to cup your soft mound in between your legs. armin’s a whimpering mess and if you opened your eyes for a quit minute you’d see him bucking his hips up to calm his erection, but he only grows harder — needier. “fuck, y/n,” he breaks the kiss, his cheeks are flushed a deep red and his eyes look teary, “i need to cum… really bad.” he sighs.

“you need to,” you peer up at him through thick lashes, and move closer to his face kissing his warm cheeks, “how badly?” you tilt your head and poke out your tongue. you administer kitten licks to his lips and watch as they begin to quiver, leading to his mouth gently falling open. your hand splays across his groin and your begin to rub on his bulge, feeling the increase of warmth grow through the gray fabric. his eyes flutter shut in a fight to keep them open. his tongue lols out of his mouth in perfect timing with you slipping your hands down his pants. you take the opportunity and wrap your lips around the tip of his tongue and suck on the bright pink muscle. his eyes widen in surprise as you make his body rut into a frenzy.

your thumb gently swipes across his tip through his underwear, and you giggle when the fabric grows wet under your finger. so you continue and let your thumb persist it prodding. you bob your head along the length of his tongue, giving him flashbacks; making him think of the many times those pretty lips were wrapped around his achy dick. you pull away for a quick second and gather spit in your mouth before letting it drip onto his tongue. you feign an innocence that’s makes armin weak, it’s the perfect guise — the finest line between slutty and poised. the way you subtly bat your lashes and look at him with those big eyes that sparkle from anything you do. it’s the line that armin fucking loves and makes him weak, a nimble boy who loves when a women’s in control; it makes him whimper. his entire tongue is out of his mouth and he’s struggling to hold his cum. a familiar warmth begins to spread along your thumb — he’s cumming. the poor boy is cumming, he’s trying to hold back through whimpers and half lidded eyes, but pearly white beads soon begin to sprout from his cock. “open your eyes, ‘min. look at m- i need you to look at me when you cum.” he looks like a little puppy, panting like a pup when he’s been too exasperated. the slits of his eyes part open and a moan so slutty arises from his throat. a moan so good that made your thighs rub together and made you squeeze his dick just a little harder to hear more. his eyes rolled into the back of his head as you squeezed and jerked his cock through his underwear. the entire front of his boxers grew wet with cum, and he continued to thrust up into your hand, whining, choking up his words, pitiful, “can you make me cum some more?” his eyes are pleading. there looking between your tits, back at your lips and in your eyes, “wanna fuck your mouth next, your tongue felt so good.”

JEAN K.

ADDITIONAL TAGS: nipple sucking, mentions of breeding, pregnancy kink, minor lactation kink

jean loves him some tits, and nobody can tell me otherwise🫶🏽

“i fucking dream about your tits you know?” jean stares at your form as you straddle him. you’ve got your pink croptop lifted right above the swell of your breast, and the ceiling fan rattles above your head, making the saliva that bubbles around your nipple cool. your nipple perks up, but so does your pearly clit, that has you twitching atop your boyfriends cock as you smoothly glide your hips across his length. “need to fuck a baby into so they get fatter,” he leans back up and pops a nipple into his mouth, “need to drink all your milk too.”

“they’re already big, do you want me to fucking die?” you slip a finger in your mouth and cradle the nail in between your teeth. “you won’t die, i’ll carry ‘em for you.” you roll your eyes and smush his cheeks with the palm of your hands. he quickly directs his attention back to your breast and lazily swirls his tongue around your nipples, but he doesn’t give one more attention than the other. you lay your hands on his shoulders and watch as his tongue shoots past his lips and flicks the hard buds. his dick twitches as your breaths grow more erratic in his ears. his own saliva slips down the threshold of his beard and your hands go to cradle his head. you pull his head up so that he can look at you, but the lewd sound of him sucking on the delicate skin of your breast had you clenching greedily.

“you’re a fucking baby,” you whisper and run your hands through his soft hair. it’s a mess, some strands are curled or flipped around, but most of them were stuck to his forehead, glued down by a sheen of sweat that explained the redness that highlighted his skin. “nah, i just like to suck your tits, doesn’t seem like she has a problem with it either.” he rolls his hips up, embedding his hardness in between your folds. your hear skips a beat as he continues to roll them up gently, the veins that runs along the top of his length rubs against your clit. you feel yourself getting wetter, your arousal slowly seeps out, “and you get so messy. you know you like it when i play with your tits.”

“n-no i don’t,” you roll your eyes again, “oh? but that’s why you’re so wet?” he smirks and sucks gently on your tits, leaving dark hickies behind as a reminder. you purse your lips, refusing to let any sound slip out as he continues. he laps at and slurps on your nips, and unfortunately you’re only getting wetter. your skirts bunched up around your hips, and you can feel how your arousal begins to spread along your inner thighs, only making his thighs stickier. the longer her sucks on your nipples the more your feel the texture of his tongue. the more you feel your pussy throbbing with each suck, and it gives him more fuel, it makes him squish them in his hands like stress balls, and it makes him chuckle. your thighs stick together from the arousal and jean can hear the squelch. it’s something nasty, but tasty, something sweet that he wants on his tastebuds. his hand reaches down to your clit and he circles it a couple times and brings his fingers up to suck the clear coat right off of his fingers. he continues. he does it again, but this time he taps his fingers against your lips after he’s scooped up some more. “open up.” you tongue falls out of your mouth and your eyelids slowly shut.

his brown eyes focus on the puff of your lips, and the flicks of your tongue along his fingers. as you suck on his fingers he’s sucking on your nipples with no end in sight. the pain in his dick will soon settle, the longer he keeps you in this position the easier it’ll be to fuck your tight little cunny. jean takes long sucks, he makes sure his cheeks are completely sucked in. your body feels soft and tingly, you feel a pleasant warmth spreading through your tummy. “jeannn.” you moan, tears begin to fill your water line. “yes, baby?” he looks at you and watches as your face contorts in sweet, sweet pleasure. “you’re mouth — my nipples are sensitive!” you squeal out. the corner of his mouth upturns in content. “good, you know how much i love to see you cum from me sucking on ‘em.” his lips close around your nipples once again, and he doesn’t let up. “j-jean-nghh, ‘m gonna cum if you keep doing that!” jean’s quick with his comeback, “mhm, but you don’t like it when i play with your tits…”

[ohimsummer]

this has been in the drafts for months lol

— fem! Reader x roommate! Jean, very obvious flirting, a hint of suggestive, this isn’t really proofread I just had roommate!jean + bsf2lovers on my mind

roommate! Jean who isn’t oblivious to the flirtatious undertones in all the interactions you have with him. He knows it, and he knows roommates! Connie and Eren can see it too, and they love to tease him about it.

roommate! Jean who isn’t listening to the obvious excuses uttered from your lips about the new denim shorts you’re wearing. How you’re tucking his fingers into the pockets to “show him how small and useless they are” or rubbing his other hand over your ass “to let him feel the bedazzled pockets on the back”. He gives your rear a light squeeze, and poorly holds back a smirk as you let out a squeak and stumble a little closer to him.

roommate! Jean who doesn’t mind letting you use his phone. Has a folder with all the selfies or candid shots of him that you’ve taken. Doesn’t change the ‘my pretty girl <3’ that you’ve set as a contact name for yourself, nor change the specific song you’ve set as your own ringtone. ‘I get a special ringtone.’ You tell him matter-of-factly.’So when I call, you automatically know it’s me.’

roommate! Jean who ignored the knowing looks Connie and Eren throw his way. Walks away when they start teasing him about his pretty little plaything always latched onto his arm as a silent way to claim him.

roommate! Jean who doesn’t mind when you steal his hoodies. He knows you like his scent on them, and he only takes them back when you’ve had them long enough to let the smell of your lotions and sprays embed themselves into the seams of the clothing. Maybe he wears that shirt he just took back from you to bed, and maybe he inhales the deep scent of your cocoa butter as he gets off to the thought of you.

roommate! Jean who doesn’t object when you start referring to yourself as his girlfriend, or him as your boyfriend. You don’t officially ask him out, or ask him if he wants to be your boyfriend or you his girlfriend. He lightly shoves you onto the bed since you’re being annoying and he wants you out out of the way. “Jean!” You whine at him. “You’re gonna treat your girlfriend like that?” And he immediately responds “Absolutely.”

You and roommate! Jean who have gotten so used to each other’s company and enjoy each other’s presence so much. You get along with all 3 of your roommates, but Jean is like your best friend. And it feels so natural as your relationship slowly slips into something romantic. Feeling your heart pound when you stare at him sprawled out on your bed. Jean imagining you two living alone together as you come out in his t-shirt after a shower.

roommate! Jean who realizes this was your plan all along. To get him to fall head over heels for you. To make him all yours.

[thesevro]

pass him to the homie; connie springer & jean kirstein [mature]

connie springer x trans male reader x jean kirstein 2.7k words

mentioned hcs: trans male armin arlert survey corps captain! jean kirstein section commander! reader

cw: explicit smut; pwp; threesome; jealousy; penetration (p in v sex); mentions of fingering, oral sex; edging; jean is a virgin; swearing

connie is an ass here and i've been craving that

—

His body is warm against you. You pull the sheets closer, hugging Connie to you. 

“I mean, he’s a virgin, so I do kinda feel bad for him,” Connie says, pointing out this or that fact for his own sake. “And you’ve been going on and on about getting fucked like you’re the Survey Corps’ local whore—”

“That is exactly not what I’ve been saying,” you answer. “I think. I just like thinking about getting passed around. I don’t think of anybody in the Survey Corps. I only think about what it might be like to have two dicks inside me, maybe one in my mouth.” Or Armin’s pussy on your face. 

“That’s the same thing as being the whore of our Regiment.” 

“Shut up.” You press a kiss to Connie’s jaw. “You’re my only boy, you know that.” 

“But you like being called that.” Connie grins. Slips out of your hold to situate himself in his rightful position on top of you. “Don’t you?”

“So you’ll let me be one?”

Connie eyes you, distrustful. If you ask to fuck Commander Hanji he’ll throw both you and him out the window at the thoughts that sort of scenario would put in his head.

“Come on, Connie,” you urge playfully, tracing his jaw with a callused finger. “Even you said you feel bad for the poor virgin.” 

“Sure I do. So.” He gives your finger a teasing nip. “Call him over.” 

You pause. Look up at Connie. “What?”

“Bring him in here. Let me show the virgin how to fuck.”

—

“Come on, Jean.” Connie pulls your legs open wider with his hands on your thighs. You whimper and tell him to please, put it back inside, grabbing at the hand that has left your throat. “Yeah, baby, I know. I know. Shh.” His fingers leave your thigh to slip into your wet, puffy slit, thrusting in and out at a slow, temperate pace. Connie makes sure Jean sees the way his fingers come out covered in a ring of creamy fluid. Yours, and his, after he fucked you to near-orgasm maybe twice, or thrice. “I’m trying to do my boy a favor, Jean. He wants to know what it’s like to be used.” 

“And you’re” —Jean swallows as you plead with Connie again, but the other man shushes you quickly, whispering that you might lose the chance to get what you want— “You’re too nice for that, eh? While I’m not?”

“Who knows, Jean?” Connie answers. His fingers slide out of your hole to pat your thigh. Presenting you to Jean. “Why don’t you show us?”

Connie hears the desperation in your voice as you raise your own argument, pleading with Jean now. “Jean, please—please please please please, I need it. C’mon. Connie’s always so mean. Won’t you be good to me? ‘M your best friend.”

“Yeah, he’s your best friend, Jean. Won’t you help him out?” Connie grins. “If you don’t, I swear I’m going to kick your ass outta here and fuck him so good the idea of what you could’ve been doin’ is burned into your brain while he’s screaming my name.” 

“Shit, (Name),” Jean laughs. “You’re right. You’re pretty fucking mean, Connie.” 

“I’ll be a lot more than mean if you don’t fuckin’ hurry up. You’re leaving us hanging when I could be fuckin' a pair o’ twins into my boy right now.” 

“Fuck off,” Jean mutters as he pulls his zipper down and drags his pants off his legs in jerking, hasty movements. He looks up at you and Connie. Connie smirks with pride as his friend’s eyes trace the curved outline of his cock. With you spread out before Jean, your back to Connie’s chest and your sweet boy-pussy bare to the world, he wonders how in the world Jean is able to hesitate, to give you a maybe instead of the yes you deserve. But the good vibes fade fast as the other man opens his mouth to ask a stupid question,

“Do I take my boxers off or—”

“Just get over here you virgin!” you complain, cock-drunk symptoms fading with every second you don’t have something inside you. Connie pinches your clit and you gasp. Shake a little bit in his hold. 

“Be nice. Or you aren’t getting anything from either of us tonight.” 

Jean has his button-up halfway off. He'd taken his underwear off with an ungraceful, hurried flourish the moment you spoke. His cock struggles against his foreskin. It bounces as he approaches you. 

“Get on the bed,” Connie tells him. He has three fingers all the way inside you to keep you stretched out for Jean. 

Jean grimaces, ruffled at being ordered around, but joins you on the bed. He sits there. Clueless. 

“Ymir’s shit, were you not paying attention earlier?” Connie says, uncharacteristically paying no mind to your soft moans as he curls his fingers in and out of you. “Use your head, Captain Jean!”

“Um.” What a dumb way to start. Connie lets him gather his thoughts anyhow. “(Name), you’re alright with… having sex with me?”

“Tightened up just now, baby,” Connie observes, looking down at your face. His cock remains pressed against your ass, still leaking. He can’t wait to fuck Jean’s cum into you. “You want Jean to fuck you, (Name)?”

“Yes,” you sigh. “Yes, Jean—Captain, please. I want you inside me, Captain.”

Jean’s jaw goes tight. Connie does end up laughing a little bit this time. “Looks like he liked that, (Name). Well, you heard him, Captain. Let’s see how well you ride.”

Jean meets Connie’s eyes. The challenge in his voice is clear. Jean swallows again, then pulls the foreskin back to bare his cock. A breath goes out of Connie at the sight. You moan loudly, watching Jean fondle his cock, thinking of having it inside you instead of Connie’s fingers. 

Jean looks pleased with your reaction. Connie almost rolls his eyes but pulls his fingers out of your pussy as Jean moves closer. His hips meet your thighs. Jean bites his lip, teeth leaving marks in his bottom lip. The swollen flower of your pussy bare before him gets his breathing fast and uneven.

“Don’t keep me waiting, Captain.” You let go of Connie’s hand. Wrap a strong hand around Jean’s hip to pull him close. His cock ends up grinding against your pussy, sliding all the way up, rough and ridged against your juices. “I need you.” 

Jean wraps a hand around the base of his cock. Pulls his hips back, shivering with sensation as you bring your hand down over his ass down to the back of his right thigh. The head of his cock kisses your slit. He looks up and shares your intent, watchful gaze. He keeps his eyes on yours as he fucks his cock into you with slow, minute thrusts of his hips, just like Connie told him to, and is rewarded by the sight of your expression, full and tight with pleasure as he fills you up. 

“Give it to him harder, Jean.” Connie grabs onto the back of Jean’s other thigh and the man almost topples forward. “I prepped him well for us.” 

Jean ends up all the way inside you within the span of a second as you and Connie pull him in close. His mouth opens. Chest heaves. Whatever you’re doing, you’re doing it on purpose. Should you be clenching around him so tight? Clinging to the base of his cock like an unrelenting fist of velvet? The first moan that leaves him is uncontrolled, unabashed. He doesn’t see the shiver that wraps around your body at the noises he’s making.

“You’re panting like a 30-year-old virgin,” Connie says. But Jean can tell that his friend’s focus isn’t really there. Connie has his eyes on the way Jean’s cock fucks you. 

“Getting off on this, Connie?” Jean grunts out, thrusts picking up speed. But he keeps them deep, makes sure each time his cock slides inside you it kisses the part of you Connie had shown him with his fingers earlier. From the choked cries scratching at your throat, Jean knows he’s doing a great fucking job. He’s an attentive man, he can say with certainty, and with pleasure. 

“Shut yer trap and savor this, Jean,” Connie says in a rough, hard voice. Jean feels and sees the way your pussy clenches and sucks his cock in deep. He wonders just how easy it is for Connie to get you off, if barking shit at someone already has you clenching up. “I’m not letting you do this again, so hurry up and fuck him good.” 

“Connie—” you start in a choked voice. 

Connie tenses, immediately at attention. “Slow down, Jean.” Jean senses the dangerous tone in Connie’s voice and stops mid-thrust, with his cock halfway inside you. “What d’you need, baby? Talk to me.” 

You only grab at his hand, pawing at it until he lets go of your thigh, and shakily place it over your throat. On instinct, Connie squeezes, fingers wrapped around your neck in a V. Your Adam’s apple bobs. 

Jean gives a loud groan. “Fuck, he’s getting tighter.” 

“Yeah, that’s what happens when you know how to give him what he needs.” Connie presses a kiss to your cheek, grip loosening. “It’s alright (Name), I got you. Ask Jean to fuck you harder, baby. I know what you need.”

“Fuuuuck fuck fuck fuck he’s so fucking tight,” Jean says in a near-whimper. He wraps hands of steel around your thighs to steady himself. 

“Y-you gonna cum already, Jean-boy?” you say. You grab his elbow and thrust your pelvis to his. His cock slips all the way back inside you. “Come on Jean. Come on come on come on, don't stop now.” You tug the man closer to you to whisper words in his ear, “I need your cum inside me.” 

Connie blinks dumbly at your words. Jean gives a loud gasp, nearly thrown into an orgasm by your plea and the welcome clenching of your hole. 

With his eyes shut tight, Jean starts moving again. He knows that if he speeds up even a little more he’ll be spraying all over your walls, but he wants to make you feel good. He wants to know what it feels like to have you cum on his cock. So he lets you cling to his bicep with a hand as he really starts to fuck you, his mouth opening around ragged moans with every thrust.

Your head falls back into Connie’s shoulder, moans coming out as high-pitched cries. Connie squeezes your throat, has you struggling for breath as your friend fucks you like a man possessed. Their actions have you writhing against Connie, barely in control of your body. 

“Fuck, keep choking him Connie. He really fucking likes it.” 

“Believe me, I know,” Connie says. “And would you stop saying ‘fuck’? Get a grip and do what he needs you to.” 

Your body heaves and your grip begins to bruise Jean’s skin. Who would have thought that he’d ever get to top you? You, the nineteen-year-old Section Commander of the Survey Corps, who has led your soldiers to victory against even Marleyan Warriors. You, who nearly half a centurion of girls have professed their undying love for. It surprised him that Connie was the one who manhandled you in the relationship. That you bent to Connie so easily and with such fervency. That you’d beg for both him and Connie to fuck you like a whorish darling. 

“Getting close, honey? Yeah, just a little more.” Connie rubs a hand over your stomach. His accent has his words thickening as he murmurs innuendo—promises—into your ear, “Let ol’ Jean-boy fill you up.” 

Connie’s grip goes visibly white-knuckled around your neck. You struggle against him. Not because it’s too much, not because you don’t want it, but because you can’t help it with Jean balls-deep inside you and the fingers of Connie’s other hand cupping your clit. 

Jean’s body curves inward. Curls to the right. His thrusts grow unsteady. 

He stutters your name, “(Name)—(Name), oh fuck, fuck!”

And he loses it. 

You wrap your legs around his body and drag him in close. Even with the entire lack of space Jean keeps plowing into you with harsh, uneven thrusts that go shallow and deep, at a breadth and width he can’t control. The man fucks his cum into you just like you asked him to while pushing through the pain of overstimulation as he feels your own orgasm approach. He needs your cum on his cock. 

Connie’s voice descends into a ragged grunt. “Don’t let his cum go to waste (Name). Cum for him. Keep it all inside.” 

Jean’s expression forms into a grimacing wince. His body begs for him to stop. But then you throw your head back and cry out his name. 

That’s when the near-pain blooms to full-blown agony, juxtaposed with the glorious pleasure of having a boy like you cum around his cock. 

“Jean, Jean!” All coherence leaves you after his name is thrown out of your mouth. It hurts to have you clench around his cock, but the thighs you have wrapped around his waist leave him no room for any other movement. Connie pants like he’s in heat while you cum. You have him enraptured by your blissed-out countenance. 

“Just like that (Name),” Connie rumbles into your ear, words meant for only you to hear with the 70-decibel sounds you make. “Just like that. Good boy.” 

You go limp against his body moments later, gasping roughly for breath. It hurts to breathe. The muscles in your throat are run through. 

You feel Jean’s hands on you. One of his hands takes your cheek in his palm, and the other rubs a thumb lovingly into the outside of your thigh, just at your hip bone. His lips brush the corner of your mouth. 

“Thank you, (Name).” 

You soften in his hands, in Connie’s. With Jean’s cock still inside you, you wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him, chaste and deep all at once. Jean pulls away after only a few moments. He can feel Connie’s eyes on him. 

“You’re such a good friend, aren’t you Jean-boy?” Connie says as Jean moves back. His heart stops. 

Oh shit. 

But Connie only turns to you. “We’re never doing this again.” 

You say nothing in answer. For a few breaths, only the exhausted pants forced out of your body fill the silence of the room. Your body creaks as you slip out of Connie’s arms, pushing Jean away.

“Fuck you guys,” you say. Jean scurries over to a corner of the bed on his hands and knees as you turn around to face Connie. “It’s my turn to show you both how to fuck.” 

Your hands steady your body, pressing into the hard muscle of his abdomen. You sit just above the place where his cock stands at attention. Leaning forward, your hardened palms slide up the expanse of muscle of Connie’s body. Your hands find his face. One clutches the side of his neck to feel the pulse there. You smile gently at the nervous hummingbird rhythm of his heartbeat fluttering against your palm. 

“It could never be anyone else, Connie,” you tell him, knowing how deeply the displeasure runs with you having shared a kiss with Jean. Your next words are like an afterthought, a secret you want only you and him to know, “God, if only you knew.” 

“Show me.” Connie runs his hands over the muscles in your back. His grip is unforgiving. “Prove it to me. Show Jean how you fuck the man you love.” 

“I think the proper term is ‘to make love to’—”

“See baby?” Connie sighs. “You got to shut him up for us.” 

“Yeah.” A slick trail of fluids, this messy composition of Jean’s seed and your cum, wets the skin on Connie’s stomach as you rise up to your knees, pussy sliding against his abs. You scoop it up with two fingers to taste it. “Mm. Not as good as yours and mine, Con.” 

“‘Course.” Connie grins. You see the sick idea form in his head. Something normal, by your shared standards. “Let’s have Jean taste ours once we’re done. Will you let him put his tongue in your pussy? Give him two minutes for it.”

A soft ‘oh’ sounds from the man behind you. “Couldja give me five?” 

“Shh, both of you,” you say in a soft voice. They shut their mouths. Wait.  “It’s my turn.” 

Connie brings his arms behind his head, watching you take him inside you with a self-satisfied grin. 

Your cum, mixed with Connie’s and Jean's, evokes a highly exquisite flavor.

[letmebeyourgalathee]

EREN X JEAN X READER IS RUINING ME SO I'LL RUIN MY BLOG WITH IT

CW: cheating, drool, raw sex, dry humping - mdni

Eren sneaks into your room while your boyfriend Jean sleeps next to you. He would lie down behind your back, really reeaalllly close to you. Thinking he's your boyfriend, you stick your ass up to his cock. 

While putting one hand over your eyes and opening your legs with the other, he starts rubbing his cock between your thighs, against your panties. You start to moan and ask beg him to grab your tits as you like it.

"My pleasure, princess. Now tell me what else you want me to do?"

How surprised you are when you hear a voice that is not your boyfriend's. You try to open your mouth to protest but Eren stops you. 

"Are you sure you want to wake him up? You want him to see you like this?" 

Eren grabs your tit, pinches your nipples making you moan a little harder. 

"Don't tell me you don't want that. Does Kirstein make you that wet? You're already dripping on my cock and we haven't started yet"

He slides your panties to the side and now you can feel his whole cock sliding against you. You have to bite your lip to keep it quiet. 

"You want me to stop?" 

You start to breath harder as an only answer.

"You like that, right?"

You can't say anything because if you stop biting your lip, you won't be able to stop yourself from moaning. Eren lean closer to your ear, kissing and licking your neck.

"That's what I thought. Don't worry, princess. I'll be good. Just the tip, I swear."

But Eren is big - not as much as Jean - and he has this way of touching you and biting your neck that drives you crazy. Even the tip is too much to handle. He has to put his hand over your mouth to shut you up.

"You don't want Jean to hear you, do you? Moan in my hand"

But Eren is not really a man of truth. he can feel the warmth of your thighs. He likes the way you rub against him too much. your hard nipples and the drool on your chin make him crazy. And the way you beg him with these puppy eyes... . God all of this makes him even more hard. 

And you know what turns him on the most? the thought of Jean waking up and seeing you dripping on his cock. 

"You know what princess?" he whispered in your ear

And suddenly, takes his hand away and starts thrusting. Deeper and deeper. making you moan like a little slut. 

"How about we show Kirstein how Eren fucking Yaeger can fuck you good"

[erwinsmithsmissingleftarm]

SMUT ALPHABET (UPDATED!)

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Jean will be very needy and clingy after sex, hugging and kissing you. He will be super gentle with you, bringing you to the bathroom to clean you two up before laying you back on the bed. Covering your bodies with the warm blanket, he would hide his nose in your neck. He will be careful like if you are made of glass because you mean the world to him.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favorite body part is your hips because he is always griping them. Whenever he hugs you, he will hold you by the waist tightly. Also work for when he fucks you, gripping your hips while thrusting into you.

If you ask him what is the thing he prefers about his body he will probably answer his arms. He's proud of his big strong arms, strong enough to make you feel protected when he hugs you and to hold you still while he's fucking you. Probably the type of brag out by flexing his biceps and asking you to touch them just to show you how hard his muscles are (same thing for cock...)

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He doesn't spurt too much cum but it is pretty thick. He tries the more often to avoid the condom so he can turn your insides into a creampie. Plus, he likes to watch his cum leaking out of your pussy after fucking you right. The view makes him so proud

Jean love seeing you shallow his cum until the last drop when he comes in your mouth. Anything to do with you swallowing his cum drives him crazy actually. If you want even more effect, kiss him after the blowjob to allow your boyfriend to taste himself on your tongue.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Jean sometimes likes to record your sex sessions. He will really focus on recording your voice as you moan and whimper his name while he fucks the slut out of you and not really the love-making itself. He would keep it all for himself of course as he hates to share you with anybody else. I feel like he would listen to it at night when he is far away from you and that he is horny thinking about you. The record would just help his imagination to work better.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Jean isn't very experience but due to his arrogant nature he will make you believe that he is. Actually, he's pretty nervous because it is his first time but the fear of you mocking him makes him act like if he was actually experienced in this kind of stuff. He is still learning new things at the same time as you but don't worry, this boy is a fast learner.

He would want to do everything himself and just let you rest against the mountain of pillows under your head as he gives you the pleasure of your life. Will get actually whiny if you tries to help him, muttering something about how he can do it himself and how he wants to give you the best sex you ever had.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Jean is the type of guy who likes to see your face while he fucks you. Your drooling mouth, closed eyes, the way you throw your head back... it makes him proud and show him that you truly enjoy what he is doing to you. He wants to see your emotions as he switches pace. When you open your mouth to let out a silent scream and your rolling eyes give him the adrenaline he needs to go even harder

Also, like he prefers to have the control over you and over the thrusts. He will probably take a position where he's doing the most of the job so that's exclude the cowgirl and reverse cowgirl. His favorite one would be the wrapped dancer (sounds funny) where he is standing, pushing you against a wall with your arms and legs wrapped around his back while his cock is buried deep inside you.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Jean won't very goofy during you love-making session, maybe letting out one or two jokes or humorous remarks but he won't be in the excess. He cherishes these moments a lot so he will not ruin them by lacking seriousness in the act. He will try humour to make you forget the pain during your first time with him when you aren't used to a dick as big as his.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

At first, he is very insecure about his hair. Jean will take care of his intimate part almost daily when he first started to have sexual relations with you. The hair on his groin will be very short during that period. However, the longer you are together, the more he gets comfortable about pubic hair and doesn't really mind them anymore. He will shave them times to times when he really needs it. He even gets a happy trail starting from his navel right to his cock with dark brown puebes.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Jean is a very romantical guy in daily life and in sex even more. He absolutely refuses to say 'fuck' because he prefers the term 'love-making'. You will never hear him talk about sex like something you can do without having feelings for the other person.

He is so romantic that he would be the type to put rose petals on the bed during your first time. Very cliché but he thinks it's making it even more special. The foreplay can last very long with him because he wants to kiss every part of your body.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

When he jacks off himself, he will sniff one of your clothes, a shirt with your perfume on it, a skirt you wear often or... panties. Basically, anything with your scent on it, because it reminds you of him and make him even more hard during masturbation. He will not even be ashamed of searching in the laundry basket to find the underwear you had yesterday.

As he smells your clothes, his hand goes immediately faster. His mind is filled with images of you, his cock leaking precum like crazy. When he gets to his orgasm, his cum spurts everywhere and in your cloth. Guess who will make the laundry without you asking for it?

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

His first kink is the size kink. He absolutely loves the idea of your smaller body squirming under his, his big arms keeping you pinned down on the mattress as he's pounding inside you or you small hand grabbing his as you try to hold in your sounds. Plus, he likes the way his big thick shaft is stretching you out so he surely has a size kink.

His second kink would be the breeding kink. Man is dreaming about building a family with you so whenever he can, he will cum right inside you, gladly transforming your insides into a creampie if you ask him. Jean will also talk dirty to you with sentences like: "I can't wait to make you pregnant with my child" or "taking my cum so well inside you sweetheart."

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Jean is a very jealous person by nature so he will make sure you are his and only his. That means that he won't do it somewhere other people could see or hear you two making love. His favorite place would be your bedroom, the kitchen table, the couch or even just a calm place where he can be sure that you won't be bothered.

Also the shower can be an interesting place. You will usually make the second round there is you are in the mood. It's useful because you can immediately get clean. You will stay under the water for so much time that the only thing that can make you leave is the cold water that starts to run down on your bodies.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

He likes when you act bossy around him. Seeing you trying to get the control over him is such a turn on that he will gratefully let you do anything to him before suddenly switching position and dominating you. Yes, he's attracted to you dominant but will he let you be the dom? Not a chance sweetheart.

Another turn on I think Jean would have it's you wearing his clothes. Nothing's better than coming back home and seeing your small body covered with his shirt. It will surely make him hard. It's probably associated to the size kink he has.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He will never do something that could injure you like choking you on purpose, knife play or very intense bondage. Will also not have sex outside because he doesn't like to be interrupted or seen by other people in a such intimate moment.

Jean isn't into degradation so if you ask him to call you a slut or slap you across the face while having sex, his answer will be negative. He doesn't like to hurt you and be disrespectful. For him, love-making is an intimate moment where you show your deepest love for the other person. How slapping and insults are supposed to prove you his love?

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He's fine with both receiving and giving oral.

Jean likes to devour your kitty like a hungry man who hasn't eat since many days, the sounds you are making turning him on like nothing else in the world. His first time doing this will be a little bit messy but isn't hot? The next times will already be 10 times better, this buddy is learning quick.

As for receiving oral, his loves to see your watery eyes as you're trying to fit his whole shaft inside your mouth, choking slightly on it. He can't help but tug on your hair as he approaches his climax and cumming inside your pretty hungry mouth.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Jean got two moods.

Sometimes he will be fast and rough when it is fuck to fuck. During those times, no mercy for you, he will be just there to satisfy his needs (and yours at the same time) (that's includes jealous sex). He will tell you very dirty things while fucking the shit out of you.

On the contrary, when this man feels more romantic, he will be slow and sensual, taking his time to make you feel in heavens. He will fuck you slowing, whispering sweet praises into your ear, thrusting his hips into you while leaving kisses on your neck and chest.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He's not against quickies and appreciate them time to times. But he still prefers when he has all the time in the world to make love to you. He doesn't like to be pressed to finish. Also the opportunity to have quickies is very rare because most of the time you have sex in your house. Office sex or car sex is extremely rare for your couple.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

As said before, Jean likes to keep you for himself so there is no way he will do it outside or somewhere other people could see you. He's open to try other things like role-play or slight bondage but nothing too much or that could potentially hurt you. Basically, open to new experiences as long as they are safe.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

I'm pretty sure Jean has a lot of stamina so on average, he usually goes for 1 to 3 rounds. Of course, it depends on his mood. If it's been a long time since you two were intimate, you can be ready for more than 3 rounds. He can last 5-10 minutes per rounds before cumming. But he will also make sure it is okay with you so if you want to go just for 1 round, it will be 1 round.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Jean doesn't own toys excluding a pair of handcuffs because he prefers vanilla sex. Of course, he will use it on his partner which means you. He uses it from time to times when you are in a spicier mood so maybe once per month?

He doesn't use sextoys in himself because fake pussies aren't as good as your. But if he actually catches you fucking yourself with a dildo, Jean will get a tad jealous (yes, jealous of a sextoy but it is Jean). He will grabs it with a fake sad look.

"Is this plastic thing really that pleasurable? What about I show you what that cock can do?"

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

This man likes to tease you pretty much, the foreplay can be quite long with him. He wants to be sure that you want him, teasing you until you literally beg him to fuck you. Also, he likes if you tease him back. Jean is really into playful and lighthearted relationships and sex. Your boyfriend teasing is very gentle and loving, his hand caressing your inner thigh, almost brushing your dripping cunt.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

I don't see Jean as someone very loud during sex but he won't be silent either. Maybe something just in between. If we exclude the dirty talk and the praises, he will let out grunts or low whimpers time to times. When he will close to the climax he will be clearly louder, repeating "I'm close, I'm close" before letting out a gasp as he reaches the point of ecstasy.

But Jean would actually love to have a noisy partner. For him, hearing your moans getting louder and louder as you get closer to your climax is probably the best thing in the world.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Jean moves a LOT during his sleep. If you heard that Bertholdt has strange sleep positions, wait for Jean. You can fall asleep hugging each other and then waking up in the morning with his feet infront of your face (which is not the nicest view either). One time he moved so much that you literally fell down of the bed. The nights with Jean aren't just chaotic in one way. The worst is that he doesn't even remember anything of it!

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Jean has a pretty good tool under those boxers. Slightly bigger and longer than the average but nothing too much. His cock is light pink with a slight darker tip. It has a slight upward curve, no piercings. His dick has almost a big vein on it that appears when he is rock-hard.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Jean has a medium to high sex drive. About 2 to 3 times a week is pretty good for him but sometimes it can be less or more. He is pretty good for handling himself and can easily survive without sex a couple of weeks without being sexually frustrated. Your boyfriend isn't too pushy either. If you are not in the mood, he immediately knows it and will propose to cuddle up with you instead.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Even if Jean is a selfish bitch, he will make sure you're safe and sound before falling asleep. He will probably wait for you to fall asleep before him so he can be sure that you are okay and don't need anything. It will take some time for him to finally fall asleep, appreciating the few minutes of just hugging you in bed, your two bodies pressed together in a peaceful and warm embrace. Also, he will big spoon you <3

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[rumisgf]

backshots with eren are absolutely lethal. like, just imagine.

your head is completely buried into the pillow. eren has your back arched real good for him, one hand on your back to keep it that way. you huff out a moan which each of his thrusts, your slick painting his cock and slowly dripping down your thighs as he’s working your third orgasm. you lean yourself forward in an attempt to give yourself mercy, only for him pull you back all the way on his dick. any time you raise a hand to push him back or brace yourself, he slams it back down and tightens his grip on you. it’s all so dirty.

“fuck ren- i can’t- fuckkk…”

“uh uh, stop running. take this dick.”

he takes a hand and slaps your ass, adding to his collection of red/dark purple marks he’s created. you can barely hold yourself up and as bad as you wanna tap out, he just feels so good.

“s-so good…’s too much.”

and he wouldn’t stop anyway, the lewd sounds of your cunt squelching with every thrust and the view of your ass moving back against him is sending him to heaven. not only that, he knows you love this almost as much as he does.

“throw that ass back. yeah, just like that. my good little girl.”

no matter how rough he was you did what you were told and you took him so well, you really are such a good girl for him. your ass was slamming against him as you took every inch of him, you slurring your words and moaning out for him like a prayer.

“s-so wet..y’ make me so wet..”

and oh, he knows. no matter how much you joke around or are too embarrassed to admit it, eren goes to sleep at night knowing no one could ever have you screaming like this, only he knows how to have you soaked in a matter of seconds.

© rumisgf

[stxrrydreamss]

“Did you hit?” “She’s so bad.” “Was it good?”

“No. She fell asleep in my arms knowing she’s safe from guys like you.”

Armin, Jean, Levi, Kirishima, Izuku, Bakugo, Hawks, Aizawa, Senku, Gen, Tsukasa, Saeyoung, Saeran, Zen, Jumin, V, Yoosung

[bleubrri]

۪۪۫۫ ༄ؘ ˑ ᴍɪᴅɴɪɢʜᴛ ᴍᴜsᴇ - ᴀʀᴛɪsᴛ!ᴊᴇᴀɴ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

༄ؘ ˑ contains: 2.5k of artist!jean, shower sex, creampie, pottery clichés, black coded!reader being a nude model bc i forgot to explicitly mention that oops, hc format + a lil oneshot<3

༄ؘ ˑ a/n: not proof read T^T

artist!jean who insists that you’re his muse. he’d been in a rut for what felt like aeons but in reality was probably only a couple of months before he met you. still, the way jean describes it as a transformative spark of inspiration sounds so poetically exaggerative that you find yourself with an involuntary grin whenever he mentions it.

artist!jean who uses oil, the first time. oil paints in fiery coppers and springtime golds to capture the exposed skin of your body. the flick of a wrist, the turn of a waist. the curve of a pelvic bone. he wasn’t lucid when he painted you, he swears. swears he still feels fuzzy working on some pieces even now. you were artwork. artwork that inspired artwork. that made him frantic to smear carefully calculated streaks of colour across his canvas in a lustful burst of creativity.

artist!jean who you approach after the class, slipped into sandals and a silk robe and trotting over to ask to see his work. he’d been sheepish, adrenaline from his fervent work wearing off and leaving him with the feeling of hummingbirds in his belly. you’d modelled a few times, never really interested in any of the students work, they were all either creepy, indifferent or desperate for a passing grade. but he’d made you.. beautiful. captured a playful sensuality that you didn’t even realise was there.

artist!jean who hangs the piece in the entryway to his studio—even if now he has the real thing to inspire him everyday. his studio smells of woodsy canvas paper and earthy terracotta clay, usually. sometimes it’s the headache-pine of lingering turpentine seeped into scattered rags. other times its simply his own sweet scent. in the summer, he foregoes a t-shirt and unbuttons his paint-stained overalls to hang loosely around his waist. (you love watching him work in the summer).

artist!jean who likes to use you as a canvas. and he’s never told you that, but it’s obvious in the way that his tongue feels like brush strokes against the silky depths of your cunt. in the way his strong hands mould the flesh of your ass with deft fingers. in the way he frantically pumps his cockhead, head thrown back and panting to send himself over the edge and paint your pussy with the milky globs of his seed. you’re always a little oversensitive, twitching when his lithe fingers trace the puffy lips of your cunt, ghosting over your swollen clit to fully coat you in the pearly mark of his arousal. you call it fingerpainting. he says you just look good covered in his cum.

artist!jean who often gets the insatiable urge to just fucking make something at the most inconvenient hours. his fingers will twitch against their place on your stomach, his brain far too awake for well past midnight. he always relents, reluctantly leaving your orbit and quietly padding downstairs.

tonight, you find him hunched over on the kitchen floor, caked to the elbows in drying terracotta. there’s a gentle hum from the pottery wheel and the vaguely soil-like smell of unfired porcelain.

the sound of your bare feet padding across the tile floor makes him glance in your direction. you’re a rough sleeper—a few braids have slipped from the satin of your scarf and are framing your tired face. jean gets the sudden urge to smush your sleep-puffed cheeks and kiss the sleep from your eyes.

you give him a dreamy smile and a kiss on his head as you pass him to grab a glass of water.

“can’t sleep?” he asks softly, as if any remote volume will disrupt his work and disturb your peace. you mumble something that sounds a lot like not without you and jean feels his insides heat and liquify inside of him.

he pauses his ministrations with his partial vase and dips his arms into the bucket of water next to him, sloshing off the dried clay and re-slicking his hands.

you’re craving the cloak of unconsciousness, resigning yourself to a lonely hour or two in your shared bed. you do sleep better with him, but you’ve been together long enough to know that you’ll always wake up with the weight of his arms draped around you. but jeans making impatient, semi-clean grabby hands in your direction.

“baby. c’mere.”

you groan around the glass and shake your head in defiance.

“babyyy.” he sings.

“jean, it’s 3am.”

“c’monnn.” he pouts.

“aren’t you tired of this yet? you do this every single time.” you’re huffing, trying to fight the smile that manifests over stupid, fond, repetitive memories.

when jean got into pottery, he made the completely predictable and cliche move of dragging you in between his legs and guiding your hands along the damp clay. the patrick swayze to your demi moore. he had even started humming the chorus of that godforsaken song, unchained melody, that had you booing and fighting off giggles. but it was cute, in a sickeningly romantic way.

and yet jean had kept on doing it. every time you walked into his studio and saw him sorting through bricks of clay or re-dipping his hands, you’d bolt for the door only to be chased down by jean who’d drag you back with soiled hands and a wicked grin. he called it ‘ghosting’ you.

“it never gets old!” he insists, waggling his fingers at you. “c’mon you love it.”

“goodnight, jean.” you say, putting away your glass and rushing to sidestep him.

nimble fingers wrap around your wrist just as you pass him. damn his long ass limbs.

you groan and writhe in his grip as he stands to embrace you. “ugh you’re all wet!” he ignores you, grin dripping with mirth as he buries himself in your neck and shuffles you both in front of the vase.

“i just showered right before bed! i can’t shower again this late.. you’re so annoying you know that?” you’re grumbling as jean drags you down to sit with him, you’re mildly irked but revelling in his blanketing heat behind you. jean punctuates the kiss to your pulsepoint with the glide of his hands over yours. air haults in your lungs as long fingers slip between your own and the clay smooths beneath your palm.

you huff again. “i hate you.”

jean breaths a laugh through his nose, tickling your neck, making you smile.

you give in. melting against him and letting him guide your hands to smooth out the sides of the vase, making dips and curves with the clefts of your palms. all the while making a wet trail of his lips across your skin. suctioning behind your ear. blowing along your collar bone. fucking teasing.

“don’t start.” you warn him.

“hm?” he feigns innocence, resting his chin on your shoulder and turning a fraction to peck the side of your mouth.

you scoff, slipping your hand from his and smearing a streak of clay on his nose.

“forget it.”

“hey!” he gapes at you “that was uncalled for.” he grumbles. your remaining hand caged around his own suddenly feels crushed under his increasing weight. clay starts to collect between your fingers, thick globs of rust caking your digits and jeans.

you raise a brow. “don’t you dare.”

but oh he dares.

his filthy hand shoots up the expanse of your forearm, making you screech into the night. jeans laughing as you recoil, almost elbowing him in the ribs. “you started it.” he states with a loud, wet kiss to your cheek that you try to swat away.

“i’ll fucking finish it you asshole.” you grunt, dipping into the water and flicking it at him.

jean yells at the unexpected attack, quickly recovering and grabbing your retreating wrist. “oh so now you wanna make a mess?” he asks, guiding your hand back to the sad excuse for a vase.

your bubbling laughter dies into nothing as jean claws his fingers around yours. “then let’s make a mess, baby.” he rips a chunk of clay from the side, cradled in your fingers and in a flash it’s smushed against your clavicle.

an incredulous, breathy laugh erupts from you. the cold smear of sienna on your body definitely warranting a shower now.

“you’re dead, kirstein.” you say calmly, a menacing smile on your pretty face as jean tries to cage you further between his legs to hinder your movements.

the next few minutes are a flurry of attacks. jean nearly knocks over the bucket in his attempt to scoop up the gross, soggy remnants at the bottom of the water and smear it on your cheeks. you’re both yelping and laughing as clay gets smeared along your exposed skin. you even manage to drop some onto jeans plaid pyjama bottoms in the ultimate revenge ploy. eventually you scramble up from the floor and jean relents, hands up in surrender as the misshapen blob of clay spins aimlessly on the pottery wheel.

“truce!”

“truce.” you smirk, offering a hand to your temporary foe and dragging him up from the floor. he’s got that stupid horny look in his eye as he reaches full height and stares down at you. soft eyes droopy under the weight of his arousal and pupils blown in lust.

you resist the urge to roll your eyes, whether over his blatant neediness or your feathery resolve to give in to him, you aren’t sure. being pressed against his broad form for so long hadn’t exactly been satiating enough.

on your tiptoes, your arms circle his neck and you kiss him, uncaring of the dot of clay that somehow ended up on his perfect little cupid’s bow. “how ‘bout that shower?” you mumble as you pull back, lidded gaze boring into his.

the lifting of your body serves as his answer. reflexively your legs lock around his trimmed waist, and you indulge in the taste of him as he blindly makes his way to the bathroom.

the journey from the kitchen to underneath the spray of the shower is full of tongue and teeth. lips on his neck. a flurry of clothes shed. the cool slate of the wall against your back makes you shiver, but they’re swallowed into the heat of jeans mouth almost immediately.

“you sure you don’t want head or something?” he muses against your lips. jean always tends to be unabashedly direct when he’s in a dizzying state of arousal.

“i’m good.” you assure him, scratching lightly at the sensitive spot above his nape and watching him shiver. “jus’ go easy.”

he hums, taking the plush of your bottom lip between his teeth as he pumps himself to full mast under the scalding stream. you’re propped up between the wall and his body when his thick tip traces your clit. his skin is flushed, pink cheeks and swollen cock dancing around your engorged nerves and down to your slit. he’s got one palm gripping the meat of your ass, the other lining himself up with your hole as he props you open with one knee.

instinctively, you clench and try and snap your thighs shut when his tip sheaths inside of you, hot and heavy and splitting you open. his thumb settles on your dripping clit, drawing slippery circles with a delicious pressure. he couples it with sucking on your tongue, you like to be distracted at the preface to pleasure that comes with taking his girth.

“ngh—i f-forgot that water makes the worst fucking lube—shit—” you’re moaning into his mouth, but not in the way that he wants.

“complaining a lot tonight, aren’t we angel?” he teases, nipping at the velvety flesh of your jugular.

“i’m not complaining, i’m jus—fuck!” he cuts you off with the snap of his hips to bottom out into the welcoming heat of your gooey walls. he shudders as you clench and flutter around him, brain already foggy with desire.

“you’re complaining.” he repeats, slow drags of his cock melting into a steady pistoning of his hips. “you were impatient weren’t you? wanted to go straight for my cock.” you think you mutter something in agreement, too focused on the way you can feel every fucking ridge of his shaft swelling and trailing against your pocket of nerves as jean shifts his angle. that gorgeous twisting vein along his shaft pumping with blood and throbbing against your sensitive flesh. he knows what he’s pressing against. you can feel the bump of his pelvic bone against your hips with each precise thrust as he relentlessly aims for your g-spot.

being with jean is a fucking sensory experience. the friction from the trail of hair below his navel. the constant flutter of his fingertips across your slick skin. heated breaths. washboard abs that pull taut with each ravenous connection of your sexes. full balls churning with his load that slap against your ass from the force of his hunger. he’s broad and firm and soft and everywhere and everywhere—

“shit, shit right there, baby. ‘s so good, you’re so good.” he can taste the sweetness from your mewling coating his tongue and sliding down to his stomach. the feel of your skin under his hands, god, he could swear you were made for him. moulded from divine clay, or made from his rib. that’s how the story goes, isn’t it?

as quickly as the foamy white ring of your cream forms around the base of his cock, it’s being washed down the drain under the constant stream of water. a waste, he thinks. there are so many possibilities when you cum. still, he can’t really focus on that now, the frayed rope in his stomach coiling tighter by the second, the blissful feeling of you reaching your high spurring him on to the peak of his own.

familiar fingers tug on the hairs at the base of his head, punching a serrated breath from his lungs and jean practically hauls you against him as thick spurts erupt from his twitching member.

adoration manoeuvres your bodies, afterwards. the careful combing of fingers through his tawny strands, melded together with clumps of dried clay. the smooth sweeping of suds over the peak of your chest. hushed apologies for the fingertip-bruises that pepper your hips, for the crescent scratches that decorate his nape and shoulders; we’re even, like you always are.

and when you finally crawl back into bed, dark streaks of lilac in the sky signalling an invitation for dawn, jean ponders the way you fit so perfectly against him. the way your back curves against his chest and his arms settle into the soft flesh of your bare stomach. he can barely feel your gap in his ribcage.

you drift off easily in his arms. peaceful, dreamless sleep beckoning you. when daybreak peeks through the cracks in the blinds, you smile at the feeling of jeans comforting weight firmly draped around you. you wriggle around to face him, one side of his face squished against the pillow and boyish serenity dousing his handsome features.

and in the virtuous light of the morning, you can’t help but think that he’s artwork.

#: @luvkun4 @sheluvzeren

[sintiva]

when you suck it make it wet..// ∘* e. jaeger, a. arlert, c. springer, j. kirstein, r. braun

୭̥⋆*｡ summary: in which sin indulges in her oral fixation, and rights sloppy head for said characters

୭̥⋆*｡ cw: lots and lots of oral sex, throat bulging, morning head, throat fucking, public sex, dacryphilia, spit kink, and there are some twitter links… lmk if I missed anything!

୭̥⋆*｡ notes: praying for this to end, also i know eren’s name doubled it fucked up and it’s better than paragraphs being repeated😭

EREN J.

EREN J.

“i love fucking this tight little throat, real hard”

“you want it rough or soft, sweetheart?” eren will always start with this question. he’ll watch you think about it, and that’s the problem. whenever you have to think about it he knows exactly how he’ll do it, so when he gives you that look and showcases a devilish smirk. you know he’s gonna make you cry. he’ll let his sweats scrunch up along his ankles, and makes a point, “rough it is.”

eren doesn’t start of slow at all; as soon as you open your mouth he’s situating his heavy cock right in the back of your throat. there’s no build up, no time for you to lubricate your throat and get it accustomed to his dick even though you’ve done it so many times. he loves to hear you gag and spit up around his cock. he loves to peer down and witness the steady stream of tears slip down your cheeks. he just likes to use your throat, and you happily let him fuck it till it’s sore, and your voice nothing but a deep rasp (she just like me fr). eren is very rough and he can’t help but go rougher when he hears the constant squelches that leave your mouth when you’re focusing so hard to keep him down. sometime you can’t keep up, and when your tongue lols out your mouth and your eyes roll to the back of your head he only pumps his glossed up cock harder.

feeling his length curve down into your throat takes him to heights that nothing else can top. it makes him stand up so that he’s fucking your throat at an even deeper angle that forces it down your throat. has him holding your head real steady so that you can’t escape, all you can do is whine and take it. standing makes it curve down even more, and when you grip onto his thighs, and wiggle your head around to stop yourself from trying to push away. you entire head feels so fucking full and the only thing you can think about is trying to breathe and getting him to cum. it happens quick. real quick, and he just holds your head right there as he cums. but he always cums loads and there’s nothing more satisfying then jerking himself, and painting your face a nice pearly white.

ARMIN A.

“can’t admit it, but i love to see you suck on it”

is really hesitant with asking for it, but you know he likes it sloppy. he likes when you stroke him and suck on his balls. he loves it when you spit on his tip, and lather his length with your bubbly saliva. when you wrap your lips around his cock he’s already bucking his hips into your mouth. he’s petting your head as his pearly, pink tip prods against the back of your throat. his hand situates itself neatly in your curls as he can’t help but begin to steadily fuck your mouth, and he’s a pleasant whiner, “suck cock so good, princess-”

“don’ know if i’ll last.”

you hum in delight at his words of praise, you pop him out your mouth for a quick second and rub his tip in between your lips. saliva drips from the sides of your mouth and onto his thighs. but your lips are most important to his pleasure; as you drag them along his veins, as the slimy pink muscle points at the tip, and pokes at his slit. it makes him hiss from the pleasure, and often times he gets a little rough. fucks your throat so insanely hard that sometimes he can’t even tell that he’s started to cum. that last flick of your tongue to the underside of his cock has him busting a fat load into your throat. pulls it out slowly so that he leaves a little cum trail; also presses the tip against your tongue falling in love with the way your glossed up lips curl up into a smile as you show him that you’re gonna swallow it all.

CONNIE S.

“waking up and getting some head is the best!”

connie likes to lay down and watch you suck on his dick, cause when he needs to he can hold your head and just thrust up into that slutty ass throat of yours. connie has that sick inclination that makes him need to be down your fucking throat at all times when your giving him top. he needs to hear you run out of breath, he needs to feel your throat contract around his cock. he needs complete control over that pretty mouth of yours; the one you use to give attitude — completely at his will. he prefers head in the morning, when your too tired to disagree and when your submissive in the early hours.

connie will keep you under the covers and watch as you make work of his cock. your hands wrap around the base, but soon move down to massage his balls. it’s easier for your to go down on him completely when your laying down, and it feels better against your throat. you suck your cheeks in and breathe through your nose real slow as you grow too aroused from the eyes you feel staring at you. connie has a really bright pink tip that you love so much, so he can’t get mad at you when your warm lips, and tongue focus on the head. you suck in your cheeks harder and bob your head up and down to stimulate his tip. it makes him hiss and buck up unapologetically harder into your mouth as he groans a pathetic, “gonna make me cum,” every time you switch focus.

you just suck his dick so good, he can’t help but wrap his hand around your throat and fuck it, so he can really make it wet especially when the spit dribbles down to your fingers and you use it to jerk whatever isn’t in your mouth.

JEAN K.

“lemme fuck your throat in the car”

jean can take head any and everywhere, but nothing satisfies him more than making your face a mess in the comfort of his car. he finds the perfect place to park so he can recline his seat and you watch you eagerly swallow him up.

you climb over the console and shimmy yourself right into the compartment that houses the gas and brake pedals and begin to jerk him. you start with a glob of spit waiting behind your lips, so when you perfectly lined up with his cock you drop your tongue, and watch as it trickles down his length. it’s hot and makes his dick twitch in your hand, but he’s not fully hard yet and you take advantage. feeling him grow in your mouth is better than anything and what makes him grow the fastest is when you’ve taken all of him in your mouth and just keep him in. when you shake your head around and drip out your mouth onto his finely trimmed pubic hairs. if you attempt to come up to quick he keeps his hand on your head and pushes you back down, “just a little longer, can you do that for me?” he doesn’t mean to be rough but all the bloods rushing to his cock and your tiny little throat feels real fucking good. after he’s gotten hard, you can’t deep throat him as long as you want too, he’s too big for that and it makes you gag every time, but he keeps his hand on your hand and gently aids it in a nice bobbing pace.

he likes to hear how wet it gets when you suck him off. he can hear the light patter of your dribble falling onto the leather seats. he can’t last long either before you know it he’s got his two fists gripping onto the sides of your head and he’s pushing your head down so he can cum all up into your throat; it’s hot and sticky as he pumps the passage full of cum.

REINER B.

“seeing your throat bulge makes my balls feel so fucking full”

will fuck your thoat so fucking hard that he can’t even handle it, but seeing the thick outline of his cock deep in your throat makes the nut even better. he’s a big, thick boy all around, and it’s really true when he slips his boxers off his thick thighs and keeps your back on the soft, plush cushion beneath you. you look at him in your upside down position as your head hands off the edge of your bed, and he smirks down at you. his dick bobs before he’s pushing it past your lips into your mouth. the stretch of it makes the inner corners of your lips burn as he stuffs him self slowly into your mouth. before long your coughing and spitting around his cock when he’s stuffed you to the hilt and every time you attempt to take a deep breath; he’a reminded of himself in your throat. there’s a nice, thick bulge in it and he angles his hips up to watch as the tip of his cock pokes against the warm constriction. “you okay, baby? not hurting you am i?” and he isn’t, you’re sure of that when you weakly nod at him.

but he fucks your mouth nice and slow, the gentle rocking of his hips against your face makes him groan out in pleasure as your throat consistently tightens up around his cock, he swears it’s like he’s fucking his own little cock sleeve. a throat so readily available that the veins along his cock pulse with each rock of his hips against your mouth. your entire body moves back on the bed as he attempts to bury his cock deeper into your throat. your saliva covered lips aid his thrust and make his cock slip through your mouth with an ease that only your drooly mouth can give him. he’ll continue abusing your throat and he might even cup his hands around your tits as your chin stays glued to his groin. but when he cums you can fucking feel it pumping through your throat and he can see his cock pulsing from the outline it makes on your neck.