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daisynik7 · 6 months

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“freak-a-leek” by petey pablo for a jean and eren threesome if that’s okay plz

Freek-A-Leak

Pairing: Eren Jaeger x f!reader x Jean Kirstein

Rating: Explicit – MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Word Count: ~1.9k

cw: modern setting au, explicit language, p*rn w/no plot, smut – threesome, PIV sex (missionary), cunnilingus, blowjob, sex toy use, masturbation, cum-eating, dirty talk, sex without a condom, pet names (baby, sweetheart), reader has multiple orgasms, creampies, just some overall smutty silliness

Summary: You’re on a business trip with the two cockiest salesmen in your department: Eren Jaeger and Jean Kirstein. After a long day of dealing with them clashing over the silliest things, you decide to unwind in your hotel room the best way you know how.

Author’s Note: This is the last song on the y2k karaoke party playlist! Thank you so much for the request anon! I had fun with this! It’s all horny and just plain silly, so I hope you like it. Thank you so much for reading! MDNI divider by @/cafekitsune.

It’s almost 10 PM when you finally make it back to your hotel room, completely spent from today’s activities. It’s the first day of the conference here in Marley and being stuck in the middle of Eren Jaeger and Jean Kirstein has proven to be much more exhausting than you anticipated.

You’re not completely convinced you needed to come on this business trip with them. After all, they’re the top two salesmen in your department, and this conference is solely for selling your product to new customers. Your boss, Hangë, encouraged you, the lead design engineer, to tag along in case they needed any technical support while demonstrating the ODM equipment. You were reluctant at first, but when they emphasized the fact that this trip would be completely paid for, including the lodging and food, how could you refuse?

Unfortunately for you, because of the two clashing personalities between Jean and Eren, you ended up playing mediator throughout the day rather than engineer. The two bickered as usual, from where to eat, to what side of the table they wanted to stand on. In front of the customers, they were professional and charismatic, no hint of animosity lingering around them. As soon as it was the three of you alone, it was nonstop arguing and snide remarks, with you doing your best to either ignore it or alleviate it until the next fight arose.

Luckily for you, Hangë set you up with your own room at the hotel while the other two shared the one right beside you. There’s an adjoining door for easy access into each other’s space and Jean begs you to open it when you first check in, not wanting a single moment alone with his temporary roommate. But after today’s festivities, you’re desperate for some private time by yourself.

Jean steps into your room, leaning against the doorframe. “So, should we watch a movie?” he suggests, still in his dress shirt, tie loosened around his collar.

Eren appears behind him, on his tip-toes to get your attention. “Why don’t we play video games instead?”

You yawn, shooing them away. “I’m exhausted, so I’m going to sleep.”

You try to shut the door on them, but Jean pushes back, persistent. “You’re not seriously going to leave me alone with him, are you?” He points his thumb to the man behind him.

Eren scoffs. “I don’t want to be alone with you either!”

“Dude, you are breathing down my neck! Give me some space.”

“Then move so I can talk to her!”

“It’s not your turn to talk!”

“Guys!” you yell, losing your patience. “I am tired. Try to get along so we can all get some sleep. Please?”

They grumble to themselves, shoving elbows at each other before they finally leave you alone, closing the door to give you your peace. You don’t bother locking in, certain they won’t be bothering you the rest of the night.

After a nice, hot shower, you get comfortable in your pajamas, rummaging through one of your pouches until you find what you’re looking for. After a long day with those two goofballs, the best way for you to relieve stress is to have a little playtime. You carry your vibrator with you to bed, one ear bud in, and your favorite naughty audio ready to play on your phone. Only five minutes in, with the fluttering tip pressed to your clit, it doesn’t take long for you to orgasm. Ready for another, you get distracted by the muffled voices of your neighbors, bickering once again. You pop your ear bud out, trying to hear whatever dumb topic they’re arguing about now. The toy is still vibrating in your hands, the tip wet with your arousal. You let your imagination wander, thinking of Jean and Eren just on the other side of the wall. Hot, heated, raring to go. Fantasizing about the nasty, filthy things they could do to you if they knew just how horny you are, pent up with sexual frustration from all the testosterone you were surrounded with today.

Suddenly, the door swings open and Eren stomps into the room, shouting your name. “Who do you find more annoying, me or him?!” Jean follows right on his tail, trying to grab him by the collar of his undershirt, hissing, “She’s sleeping, you dumbass!” They stop in their tracks, staring wide-eyed at you with your legs spread open on the bed, blanket shrugged off, vibrator buzzing in your hand. Completely exposed.

You quickly pull the covers over you, hiding the toy beneath your pillow, mortified. “What the fuck?!” you yell out to them.

Both of them gape at you, blushing all the way down to their necks, speechless for the first time all day. Their silence is louder than any squabbling they’ve done today, and you have no idea what to say to make this any less awkward than it already is.

Before you can think of another response, Eren clears his throat, rubbing the back of his neck. “Hey Jean. Bet I can make her come harder than you can.”

Jean glances at him, hesitant at first, then relaxes into a smirk. “Oh yeah? You’re on.”

Eren steps towards the bed, grinning at you. “What do you say? Will you help us?”

You stare at them, befuddled and also extremely intrigued by this offer. Deciding quickly, you nod at them, releasing the grip on the blanket. They both smile at you, putting a flutter in your belly. Eren laughs, tugging on the covers slowly. “Come on. You can’t hide from us now.”

Jean joins in, dragging it down your body until you’re on display again, pussy glistening from your first orgasm. They both swear under their breaths, Eren licking his lips while Jean bites his. “Fuck, did you already come?”

“Yeah, I did,” you answer, pussy aching to be touched by either one of them. Both of them.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” Eren says, inching towards you. “You’re extra juicy for me, huh?”

“Why do you get to go first?” Jean butts in, scowling.

Eren positions himself at your arousal, his breath hot on your pussy as he replies, “I don’t want to lick your spit.”

“Well, I don’t want to lick yours either! Let me goes first.”

“Fuck you, I’m already here.”

“Then move!”

“Guys!” you cry out, bucking your hips, desperate for anything at this point. “Just hurry up and touch me. Please.”

Eren sticks his tongue out. “You heard her,” he muffles, licking circles around your clit. “Let’s make our girl feel good.”

Jean swallows hard, positioning himself beside you, puckering his lips around your nipples and sucking. You moan, arching your back off the bed, running your fingers through his hair. “Feels so good,” you whine, feeding your other breast to him. He latches on immediately, pulling your teat between his lips while Eren laps at your puffy clit. With your free hand, you grab hold of his hair, gripping it to pull him deeper into your cunt. Soon, you’re gushing on his face, rutting your hips against him while he swallows every drop of you.

“Fuck, you taste good,” Eren says, tongue prodding into your slit.

“I want a taste too,” Jean mutters, giving your nipple one last hard suck before he releases you with a wet pop.

“Not yet,” Eren murmurs, kissing the soft plush of your thighs.

Jean crawls to where he is, shoving him slightly to stick his face into your pussy. “It’s my turn, jackass.” He laps at your clit, determined to be better than his rival.

Eren laughs, collecting your slick slathered on his chin and lips with his fingers, licking it off. “Be honest, baby. Is he doing better than me?” He strips out of his bottoms, lying beside you, stroking his hard cock.

You squeeze your thighs around Jean’s head, bucking into his mouth, already close to your third climax. Your eyes go from Eren’s fist jerking himself off to Jean’s face shaking between your legs, eating you out feverishly. He teases a finger inside you and when you flutter around it, he slides in all the way, adding a second.

“No fair,” Eren breathes out, stroking himself faster.

Jean chuckles against your skin, sucking on your clit while he pumps his fingers in and out of you. You turn your head to face Eren, leaning towards him to kiss him sloppily. He cradles your cheek with his free hand, pulling you in deeper, tongue swirling around yours, slurping up your spit. Once again, you’re pushed over the edge, coming on Jean’s face this time, his nose pressed to your sensitive bud as he drinks up all the slick leaking out of you.

“Fuck me,” you beg, not directing it to anyone in particular.

Eren smiles against your mouth, licking your drool off the corners of your lips. “Go ahead, Jean. You can go first.”

Jean shoves his pants down, releasing his stiff cock, palming it. “Are you serious?”

“Yeah,” he says, kneeling next to your head, tracing your lips with the tip of his cock. “We’re having way too much fun right here, aren’t we sweetheart?” You nod in response, moaning around his dick as you sink your mouth on it, swallowing it until it’s to the back of your throat. “Fuck, you take it so good. You wanted to get fucked like this tonight, huh? Wanted to show us what a freak you are.”

Jean slides his cock inside you, stretching you out until he bottoms out. He spreads your legs apart, holding you open so he can pound straight into you. Eren’s focus goes from his own pleasure to his friend thrusting. “Fuck her harder, Jean.”

He obeys, picking up the pace, shoving himself deeper. You choke on your own moans, pulling off Eren to catch your breath. He cradles your face in his hands, massaging your cheeks tenderly. “You’re okay, sweetheart. Take a break. Just enjoy getting fucked by this fat cock.”

“Fuck,” Jean growls, closing his eyes. “I’m so close.”

Eren licks his lips, watching. “Don’t pull out. Fill her up.”

At that, Jean loses it, spurting his hot load inside you, your pussy fluttering around him. He pulls out, switching spots with Eren, snuggling up next to you to kiss you softly. You smile at him, whispering, “Thank you.”

He plants a smooch on your nose. “Thank you, baby.”

“Hey, don’t forget about me,” Eren says, guiding his hard cock inside you. “I’m going to fuck all this cum right back inside this cunt.”

You and Jean both moan, watching him fuck you with a devilish grin on his face. Jean reaches under the pillow, retrieving the toy you used earlier. “Can I use this on you?”

Incoherent and fucked out, you nod, desperate for whatever it is they want to offer to you. He presses the button, making the vibrator buzz in his grip, pressing the fluttering tip to your clit while Eren continues to ravish you. His eyes widen when he sees what Jean’s doing. “Oh shit. She’s squeezing me so fucking tight.”

You’re in a drunken daze, trembling all over your body from the pleasure, whimpering uncontrollably with Jean toying with your clit as Eren fucks your brains out. When you reach your final climax, Eren comes with you, burying his cum deep inside your womb. You’re stuffed to the brim with both their loads, feeling exhausted and euphoric.

Eren pulls out, cuddling up to your other side, kissing your forehead. Jean sets the vibrator aside, spooning you from the back. You relax in their arms, actually happy to be stuck in the middle of them for once.

After a moment of comfortable silence, Eren asks jokingly, “So…who won?”

“Obviously me,” Jean grins, kissing your neck.

You laugh, snuggling closer to the both of them. “I think I’m the real winner here.”

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theragethatisdesire · 7 months

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cabin in the woods - eren x reader x jean - 18+!!!

part three of our polyverse woo! i wanted to write something intense for spooky season, but not like, a slasher fic, and you know eren would have the biggest primal play kink ever so here we are. the besties have been in their little poly relationship for a year and this is their anniversary trip <3 (and they're just so cute i need to put them in my pocket). enjoy what @fictional-d-supremacy and i came up with and....i don't even know what else to say. i love this one, prob in my top 3 of all time, i just love poly!erejean <3

pairing: eren jaeger x reader x jean kirschstein

wc: 9.5k (good lord)

DISCLAIMER: this post contains MATURE CONTENT that is intended only for those over 18. if you are a minor, please do not read below the cut.

*deep breath* CWs: primal play (for some people, it may read as dubcon, so please familiarize yourself with what this means, you are responsible for your triggers!), consensual sex, established relationship, use of names (pet, baby, angel, princess, slut, bitch), breeding kink, biting, fingering, oral sex (fem and male receiving), anal play, anal sex, double penetration, mlm (eren and jean are in an established relationship and kiss at one point), degradation, objectification, multiple orgasm, threesome, bi!eren, bi!jean, dirty talk, creampie, polyamory

OKAY now that that's out of the way.....have fun babies!

There’s something about the crisp autumn breeze drifting in through the open windows, twisting through Jean’s Jeep with the same rhythm as the car itself winding up the side of the mountain, that sends a vicious shudder down your spine. You try to roll your window up to fight the chill, but Eren whines from behind you and thuds a heavy boot against your seat in protest.

“You said if I let you have shotgun, we could keep the windows down the whole time.”

“It’s freezing!”

“But I get carsick,” Eren grumbles, glaring at you in the rearview mirror. Jean sighs in a tone that sounds a lot like exasperation, reaching over to turn your heated seat on.

“Better?”

“A little,” you smile softly at him, laying your palm over the warm hand he rests on your knee, “are we almost there?”

“It’s just around this corner,” Jean assures you, hazel eyes flitting back over to the gravelly, curving road. You take a moment to admire him: strong brow, regal, elegant nose, pouty lips that you know to be soft from experience. The simple knowledge that Jean is yours, yours to kiss and touch whenever you want, is enough to send a thrill through you. Your moment of adoration is cut short by Eren throwing his arms over the seat, digging his hands into your shoulders in a rough massage.

“You’re going to love this place, babe,” Eren says behind your ear. The buzzy excitement thrumming through his voice makes a small grin tug at the corner of your mouth; Eren’s moods are contagious more often than not, and he’s been miraculously cheerful all day. “Mama Kirschstein’s got the hook-up.”

“You’re still calling her that?” Jean rolls his eyes, “she’s been telling you to call her Jane for the last eight years.”

“Are you sure she doesn’t mind us coming up?” You eye Jean nervously, reaching up to squeeze one of Eren’s larger hands for reassurance. “I know she had a bit of trouble, y’know…”

“When I told her it was our anniversary, she offered us the house for the weekend. I didn’t even ask,” Jean veers left onto a narrow dirt path, “I know it took her a minute to come around, but she adores you now. I promise.”

“She’s always adored me,” Eren adds unhelpfully, ruffling your beanie and consequently wrecking your hair, “but I guess she was able to find room in her heart for the both of us.”

“Eren, stop it– ugh, thank you. What has got you in such a good mood?” You turn over your shoulder to look at him, practically brimming with energy. Eren’s always despised road trips, yet he’s been the picture of eagerness all day.

“Just excited to spend some time alone in the woods with my two favorite people, what’s so wrong with that?” Eren grins widely at you, sharp canines glinting in the early afternoon light. Something about his smile seems…not insincere, more like overly sincere. It’s not at all out of the realm of possibility for Eren to have some grandiose, ridiculous surprise waiting for you in his suitcase, or for him to simply be bouncing out of his seat in anticipation of all the weekend away, anniversary sex you’re about to have. You chalk it up to one or the other, ignoring the strangely stern look Jean shoots him.

“Oh my god!” You cover your mouth to muffle the excited squeal that comes creeping up your throat upon sight of the cabin. The “cabin” turns out to be an isolated, sprawling home with several wings, beautiful beyond your wildest dreams. Massive slabs of stone make up the columns supporting an overhang that covers a ten-foot-tall door, the garden beds on either side of the walkway have been manicured to perfection, and there’s a winding stone path that leads to the back of the house through a covered walkway that connects the main house to the garage. It’s practically been ripped out of Architectural Digest. “It’s like it’s not even real.”

“Kirschstein money always gets the panties dropping,” Eren scoffs, practically kicking his door open the moment the car rolls to a stop, “I forgot how nice this place was.”

“Shut up,” Jean grumbles, rolling his eyes at Eren before setting his adoring gaze on you, “you like it, princess?”

“I love it,” you gush, jumping out of the car to get a better look, bag forgotten in the trunk. You can hear the boys bickering about luggage somewhere behind you, but all you can focus on is the vast nothingness around you, the sleepy chirping of cicadas in the trees, and the warmly lit home that belongs to you and your two gorgeous boyfriends for the weekend. Who says no one ever had it all?

“Are you excited?” Eren comes charging up behind you, arms encircling your waist and lips pecking every square inch of your neck he can reach.

“I’m so excited,” you giggle, shoving him off so that you can run to Jean and throw your arms around his shoulders, “thank you both so much—oh, we have to call your mom and thank her! Can we? Please?”

“In a bit,” Jean chuckles, scooping you up into his arms so you can wrap your legs around his waist, “don’t you want to see the inside first?”

“Yes–”

“I don’t know, Jean,” Eren saunters over, something mischievous flitting over his face that, if you were any less drunk on raw excitement, you would know immediately not to trust, “she may want to get a look at the woods before the sun goes down. What do you say, baby? Wanna go for a hike?”

“Eren,” Jean says, a very thin note of hesitation in his tone that you, in your giddiness, stampede right over.

“Just a quick one, Jean? Is that alright?”

“However long you want, angel,” Eren answers for Jean and smiles at you charmingly, entirely ignoring Jean’s widened eyes.

“Let’s do that,” you whip your wide, happy eyes back to Jean, a pleading grin on your face, “and then you can give me a tour of the inside. I just want to get a few Instagram pictures before we end up not putting clothes on again for the entire weekend.”

Jean smiles at you, some odd combination of endearment and something darker that you can’t quite make out—pity?—crossing his face. “Anything you want. Drop the bags on the porch, Eren? I’ll take her out back.”

Eren’s grin grows impossibly wider, a little glint in his eye. “Be right there.”

After your awkward, giggle-filled struggle to monkey-climb from Jean’s front onto his back without dropping to the ground, Jean, arms hooked firmly under your legs, walks you around the house, identifying little points of interest as he goes. He points out his childhood rope swing, tattered and still dangling from one of the massive oaks in the front yard, a few flower bushes that he remembers helping his mom plant. You can feel the swell of your heart in your chest as Jean walks you through his memories, snorting to himself when he recounts the tale of Eren nearly choking to death trying to hold his breath in the hot tub and growing misty-eyed when he points out his grandparents’ initials carved into a wooden bench in the garden.

You reach a point of the property where the meticulously groomed grass gives way to fallen leaves and patches of barren earth, a visible line between civilization and nature. A small wriggle from you lets Jean know you’re ready to hop down, and he bends at the knee slightly so you can slide off of his back.

“It really is a beautiful property,” you tell him earnestly, “I can’t thank you enough for bringing us here.”

“What’s mine is yours,” Jean, in that heartbreaking way of his, looks down at you like you’re the only thing he could ever want for, “you know that.”

“Still. Thank you.” You have to consciously focus on your breathing; you wonder if Jean knows he has this effect on people, if he knows that the way raw love lays itself bare in his eyes chokes whoever’s in his line of sight.

“It’s as much a gift for me as it is for you,” Jean leans down to nip at your ear, two large hands finding their way around your waist, “I’ve got you both away from work, out in the middle of nowhere, all to myself…”

“Jean!” It comes out as a clunky, airy giggle, half of the letters still jumbled in your throat where the breath is caught. He smirks against your neck, sinking his teeth in here, licking over a sore patch of skin there. The mountain breeze follows in his wake, kissing over the wet spots he leaves behind and raising goosebumps on the back of your neck.

“Getting started without me?” Eren’s voice startles you, makes you jump in Jean’s grip. Jean responds to your flightiness by spinning you on your heels and pressing your back to his chest, arms locked firmly under your breasts and head tucked onto your shoulder.

“We were waiting for you,” you answer, letting your eyes graze over Eren appreciatively as he approaches. As long as you’ve known him, autumn has always looked good on Eren. Something about the decaying colors around him makes his eyes that much more vibrant, the glow of them in the late afternoon sun almost reminding you of a predator at night, tucked behind bushes. Big cozy flannels only make his frame look broader, and the curl of his grown-out bangs around his pink ears makes you want to pinch his cheeks.

“Didn’t look like you were waiting,” Eren eyes Jean in annoyance, but the curl of his lip gives him away.

“She’s still here, isn’t she?” Jean counters, planting a sloppy kiss on your cheek.

“Where else would I be?” You laugh, shoving him back from you. Eren and Jean’s eyes meet, some dangerous, tangible glimmer passing between them. “What?”

“Nothing, angel,” Eren whistles, spinning you around yet again and locking your shoulders underneath his arm, beginning to walk you into the woods, “don’t you worry your pretty little head.”

“I’m not worried,” you roll your eyes, letting him drag you further into the forest, “you guys are just being weird.”

“Are we?” Jean’s arm comes sneaking around your waist, “I don’t think we are. Do you, Eren?”

“Not at all,” Eren shrugs, pulling out his phone, “looks like we still have two hours til sunset. That seems like enough time for a hike, don’t you think, Jean?”

“Oh, that’s definitely enough time.”

You tilt your head up, a slight scowl indenting your forehead, flitting your eyes between the two of them. They’re hardly paying attention to you, staring at each other in a way that you’re not unfamiliar with. That explains the oddities of their behavior today; typical boys, just excited to jump into bed later. You barely contain another eye roll, instead opting to let them have their teasing fun and focus on the grandiosity of the forest around you.

The canopy is tall, taller than you would have expected; it feels like the dwindling population of leaves above your head is in a different world than the crunch of their fallen comrades under your feet. That pesky breeze is still there, keeping your nerve endings jumpy with the ever-present chill, but the warmth of the colors around you almost makes up for it. Everywhere you look seems to be on fire, yellows and oranges and reds blending the landscape together into a closer approximation to an abstract painting than a scene out of nature.

Easily half an hour ticks by as you stroll, all three of you having fallen into a comfortable, contemplative silence. You don’t miss the way Eren’s hand will occasionally drift from your shoulder to the back of your neck, ghosting over the skin and running through the baby hairs there, making you shiver. Jean follows suit, his arm around your waist slipping a bit low once in a while, palm cupping your ass and squeezing appreciatively. You ignore them both in favor of taking advantage of the beautiful scenery, but you’d be lying if you said it wasn’t affecting you. That familiar warmth curls in your stomach, molten and hungry, and the tips of your fingers twitch in your pockets, aching to replace the fabric that surrounds them with skin.

Eventually, you all reach a picturesque clearing with a gorgeous overhang, and you see your opportunity.

“Wait, stop right here,” you finally break the silence, squirming in the boys’ arms to snag your phone out of your back pocket, “this is perfect.”

“Instagram time?” Jean tries and fails to keep the bored tone out of his voice.

“We only have, like, five pictures together, and we’ve been together for over a year.”

“That’s not true,” Eren protests, “I have an album full–”

“How many of those pictures are share-able?” You cock a knowing eyebrow at him.

“Um, probably like…two.”

“My point exactly.”

Through a bit of manhandling and arguing over who should hold the phone, you make out with at least three usable selfies (the boys refused to entertain your self-timer idea), which far exceeds the amount of photos you expected to leave this trip with.

“Why don’t you let us take a few of just you?” Jean suggests, reaching for your phone with an honest smile and giving Eren a subtle nudge.

“Really?”

“Sure,” Eren jumps in, nodding and smiling along, “a few pictures of our pretty girl out in the woods on our special trip.”

“And it would be cute for your Instagram, right?” Jean adds, patting you lightly on the bottom.

“Okay,” you agree, too thrilled at their sudden interest in your quest for a nice Instagram post to think too much into the way Eren’s tongue swipes along his bottom lip, the way Jean’s holding your phone so tightly his knuckles are turning white.

“Just walk out that way, there you go.” You can hear Jean’s voice, with a strange little tremor to it, growing quieter behind you when Eren ushers you off in the opposite direction. You leave your phone with Jean, alternating between a little jog and a walk away from them, moving further into the clearing and keeping your back to the boys.

“Was that cute, or stupid?”

Your nervous giggle echoes in the clearing, the rustling of leaves the only answer you receive. You make a few different poses, feeling a little silly but willing to endure it in the interest of getting a couple of nice photos. You notice the distinct lack of sound around you, how for just a moment, it feels like the universe consists of just you, Eren, and Jean, alone in these woods and miles from any other human. It hits you that that’s not entirely untrue; the last house you’d seen had to have been fifteen minutes before you’d gotten to Jean’s driveway.

You call back to them, wanting at least a little feedback and, honestly, beginning to feel a bit creeped out by the uncharacteristic silence ringing in your ears. “Are they turning out good?”

Nothing.

“What the hell?” you finally whip back around to face them, stomping your foot petulantly, “are you two like, messing with me?”

When you turn to meet them, however, all the fire in your throat dies out as quickly as if a bucket of ice water had been tossed on it.

Jean and Eren are smiling at you, which wouldn’t be too odd of a sight, if it weren’t for the threatening glitter in their eyes, the way Eren’s tilting his head ever so slightly to the right. You’ve never seen an expression like this on either one of them, never seen something so…dangerous cross their faces.

“Run.”

“I’m sorry?” You scrunch your nose at Eren, confused. His smile only grows wider.

“Run.”

“Run?”

“Don’t tell me you forgot,” Jean shakes his head disapprovingly, eyeing you down through the streaks of sunlight bleeding into the clearing.

“Forgot what?” Your words tremble as they make their way out into the still air. They’re your boyfriends, the men that wake you up with feather-light kisses and hoist you onto their shoulders at concerts, so why are your fingers beginning to shake?

“About that little book of yours we found,” Jean answers, cocking his head. “Surely you didn’t think we’d forget, did you?”

“No, I know she remembers,” Eren grits out through a clenched jaw, bristling under the soothing palm Jean runs over the back of his neck.

The memory hits you like a train. Coming home to find Jean and Eren hunched over a smutty novel of yours, blushing furiously and frowning in concentration. Confronting them only to find out they’d stumbled across the primal play chapter, that they’d noticed that these pages in particular looked a little well-worn. Jean had asked you if you would ever try it, Eren had raised his eyebrows when you admitted that yes, you would absolutely live that fantasy out if given the chance. Your face had burned as you nervously giggled, brushing the idea off in the sense that it was unrealistic to act out such a scenario in the middle of the city.

But you’re not in the city now. You’re in the forest, alone with your two boyfriends who are looking at you like they might rip you to shreds.

“No,” you murmur, so quietly that if the woods weren’t so still and silent, it wouldn’t have reached their ears, “I–I didn’t…I remember.”

“There it is,” Eren says, eyes glinting at you and arousal practically dripping off of his words as they make their way to your ears, “knew you did.”

“Weren’t lying, right? You wouldn’t lie to us, would you, pet?” Jean’s voice is steely and sharp with the implication that you had better not lie to him.

Words are lost on you amidst the thundering of your pulse in your ears, and you simply shake your head back and forth slowly. Some survival instinct from deep in the recesses of your brain tells you not to take your eyes off of them for a second, has every muscle in your body twitching. Despite the uneasy adrenaline coursing through your veins, a firm knot of arousal has taken hold in your lower stomach, simmering and spitting in excitement from the hungry looks on Eren and Jean’s faces.

“We’ll give you a ten second head start,” Eren says, dragging his eyes over your frame and licking at his bottom lip, “just to give you a fighting chance.”

“Sound good?” Jean tilts his head, raising an eyebrow at you. You know this is your moment to laugh this whole thing off, to return to the cozy interior of the cabin and put your feet up, have some hot chocolate, be kissed softly and held gently between their two strong bodies. This is Jean giving you an out, if you want it.

“Okay,” you agree, fingers fluttering nervously by your side.

“Good girl,” Jean nods approvingly, clenching and unclenching his fist, “ready?”

You nod back to him, knees shaking under your frame and a cold sweat breaking out over the back of your neck.

“Then fucking run,” Eren growls, grinning feral and wicked in the afternoon sun.

To your own surprise, you turn on your heel almost instantaneously, tearing off into the woods as fast as you can. The boots you’ve decided to wear are certainly not built for speed, but the thick soles are perfect for carrying you over the rough terrain, supporting your ankles and keeping them from twisting as you sprint through the woods.

You veer left, suddenly realizing that everything around you looks…the same. There’s no identifying markers, no path back to the cabin, no way to tell one tree full of decaying leaves from another. It brings you pause, your feet coming to a halt. It strikes you that you hadn’t been paying very close attention during your initial hike through the woods, and that even if you tried, you aren’t sure what direction will lead you back to the cabin. Eren and Jean have actually trapped you out here.

The crushing realization nearly makes your heart stop. You’re unable to suspend your disbelief enough to remember that these are your boyfriends chasing you; the only thought your brain can hold onto is that you’re being chased, and that you need to run.

The thudding of footsteps approaching shakes you out of your realization, has your feet moving at lightning speed the second you hear it. You don’t slow to look over your shoulder to see which one of them it is, just let your feet carry you far away as fast as you can manage. It dawns on you that the feeling coursing through you, bringing warmth to your face, is some unbelievable mixture of fear and arousal.

You can’t tell the color of either feeling apart, can’t tell where one ends and the other begins. Maybe they’re bleeding into each other, a symphony of passions ripping their way through every cord of muscle in your body, through every electrified nerve ending as you run away from what you want more than anything in this moment.

The footsteps behind you begin to fade, and as your breathing gets heavier and harsher, you realize you won’t be able to keep this pace; your best shot is running hard in short bursts and stopping to rest in between. You reach another clearing, much smaller than the one you had started out in, and lined with an assortment of bushes and a fallen tree. Just as you hunch over to catch your breath, you hear the return of those stomping footsteps, far behind you, but there all the same. The sharp pain ricocheting through your chest is warning enough to stop you from running again, and your eyes dart around in a panic, finally honing in on an area of the brush that looks thick enough to conceal you in your dark clothing, if you strip out of your light purple flannel.

As the footsteps draw closer, you hurriedly dive into the tangle of leaves and branches of the brush, ripping your flannel off of your arms as you go. You wince at the scrape of thorns and sticks on the soft, bare skin of your arms, but claw your way deeper, crouching down to conceal your body and twirling on your tippy-toes to peer through the leaves into the clearing.

It’s Jean, tall and imposing as he marches into the clearing. His chest is heaving under his shirt, hair mussed from running through the autumn wind. You marvel at him, so large and threatening, eyes blown wide and flicking from one area to another suspiciously, looking. Looking for you.

“Pet?” Jean whirls around, a small smirk tugging at his lips. “Are you hiding from me?”

You don’t dare make a sound, positive that your heart is pounding so hard that if someone looked at your neck, they’d be able to see the frantic push and pull of your pulse through the skin. Jean surveys the area, narrowing his eyes at the brush where you’re hiding, but miraculously, turning his head the other way. You need to keep moving, especially considering that you’re so close to Jean, but with the increasingly small distance between you, there’s no way that you’ll be able to quietly sneak out of the brush. Just as you’re formulating a plan to wait and see which way he runs next, so you can run in the opposite direction, Jean’s eyes catch on something that makes your breath hitch.

“Uh-oh,” Jean exhales, stepping closer to you and crouching, his grin growing darker. When his hand comes back into your line of sight, you nearly gasp, one hand flying to the naked top of your head. He’s holding your beanie, grinning down at it. Hardly another moment passes before Jean’s eyes flicker to you, darkening as soon as you make eye contact through the leaves.

“Shit,” you breathe, scrambling back onto your hands and crawling desperately through the branches and leaves behind you, grimacing as a particularly sharp thorn scratches deep into your cheek.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Jean laughs cruelly, jumping over the fallen tree trunk and towering over you as soon as you’ve escaped the brush. You stumble to your feet, but Jean’s quick, snagging you by the elbow before you can run off.

“Jean, please,” you gasp, looking up at him with wide, panicked eyes. It occurs to you that now that you’ve been caught, you’re not begging to be let go of– you’re begging to be held. Now that you’re so close to him, face to face with the shine of sweat on his collarbones, the rise and fall of his broad chest, your arousal is tangible, pumping through your veins thick like honey. You wet your lips, feeling the source of your panting move from your lungs to your core.

“Oh,” Jean’s bottom lip pushes out, “what’s the matter? Want to be my little princess again, is that it?”

“Uh-huh,” you nod frantically, looking over your shoulder and then Jean’s to see if Eren’s approaching to spoil your plan, “please Jean. Want to be your princess.”

“Aw,” Jean hums thoughtfully, cocking his head and looking down on you with pitying eyes for just long enough that you smile softly in relief, feel a rush of anticipation shoot through you. Unconsciously, you tilt your chin up, expectant and ready for him to catch you in a kiss. In the next instant, he’s gripping your arm even harder, with a jerk that makes your eyes water. “Too bad. You’re not my little princess out here.”

Your heart drops to your stomach, a clammy sweat breaking over your skin. Just as you’re about to plead one last time, Jean gives you a cruel smile.

“Eren! I’ve got her!” Jean shouts into the woods, turning his head over his shoulder to help the sound carry.

“Jean!” Your betrayal and frustration make your voice hoarse. Jean leans in to you, grinning wickedly.

“If I were you, I’d run. He’s not going to be nearly as nice as me.”

You wrench your arm out of his grasp, turning on your heel and darting further into the woods, grimacing at the feel of your wetness soaking through your panties. Jean’s footsteps are quick to catch up with you; or, at least, you think they’re Jean’s. You’re not going to break your stride to chance a look. You can’t outpace him, but you’re small and nimble enough that you think you may be able to outmaneuver him. You zigzag wildly through the trees, and it seems to be working, as Jean’s footsteps grow softer and softer behind you. Your lungs burn and your eyes water viciously, but you don’t dare relinquish the small distance you’ve managed to put between yourself and Jean, forcing your aching muscles to push harder and harder.

Suddenly, you spot it: a treehouse, with a little wooden ladder dangling from the bottom. It sounds like Jean’s footsteps are far enough behind you to afford you plenty of time to scramble up the ladder, at the very least to plan your next move. It wouldn’t be so bad if he saw you, either; the treehouse, as derelict as it may look, affords a nice sheltered spot for Jean to corner you in…

Your feet make the decision before your mind has the chance to catch up, and you’re beelining towards the treehouse, approaching it quickly. When you step on the first rung of the ladder, you feel the porous, rotten wood give a little underneath your weight, but the pounding of footsteps approaching urges you on. You make it two more steps up when one of the treacherous wooden rungs snaps under the pressure.

“Shit!” You squeal, clutching the ladder harder in an attempt not to tumble to the forest floor. You persevere, looking forward to whatever could await you if the boys were to follow you up to the treehouse. Two more steps up and you’re halfway there, but a pair of strong arms lock around your waist and pull you towards the ground with a harsh yank, ripping a yelp from your throat.

“Not a bad try,” you instantly recognize Eren’s voice, but what you don’t recognize is the rasp to it, the gravelly, dark tone, “but you didn’t really think you could run from me, did you?”

You thrash so violently that you think you must have hit him, because he drops you suddenly with a hiss. As soon as your feet hit the ground you take a few blind, wobbly steps in the opposite direction, only to run smack into Jean’s chest. You look up, wide, watery eyes blinking at Jean as your dizzied brain tries to grasp onto what’s at hand. You’re caught. They caught you.

“Going somewhere?” Jean sneers, grabbing you by your wrists and whipping you around to face Eren. The sight you’re greeted with has you squeezing your thighs together, a thick swallow sliding down your throat.

Eren’s eyes are blown wide, the bottomless black of his pupils nearly eclipsing the beautiful green you’re used to admiring. There’s a little sheen of sweat covering him, making him almost glow in the late afternoon light, and the veins in his neck are prominent with his heavy breathing. He runs his tongue over the now-split portion of his lip, courtesy of you, smearing a bit of blood over his mouth, and drags his eyes along every inch of you like he isn’t quite sure where he wants to start.

“I thought I told you to run,” Jean says, hot and taunting against the shell of your ear, “but it didn’t look like you tried very hard. Almost makes me think you wanted to be caught.”

“Of course she did,” Eren answers for you, stepping forward to run a thoughtful thumb across your cheek, making you flinch when he brushes over a cut on your face, “you want to get fucked, don’t you?”

You’re not sure what to do, whether you should nod your head enthusiastically or choke out a stuttered word of confirmation or maybe bite back; you feel frozen, overwhelmed by their looming figures and the fiery hot adrenaline still pumping through your veins. Eren decides for you, rubbing his thumb over your lips, and shoving it into your mouth. A coppery taste washes over your tongue, and you realize it’s your blood, fresh from the cut on your face. You suck his thumb in obediently, let him fishhook his thumb in your cheek, tugging your mouth this way and the other. Eren spits right in your mouth, nearly missing and splattering it all over your chin and cheeks.

“Nasty little bitch,” Eren snarls, shoving his mouth to yours.

What he does to you can barely be described as a kiss; it’s more like Eren devouring you. Teeth clack together, his tongue shoves into your mouth so violently you nearly bite down in your surprise. Eren sucks your tongue into his mouth, groaning low and hungry when you whimper.

“You taste good,” Eren murmurs hurriedly into your mouth, biting harshly on your lip and grinning against you when it makes you whine, “can taste the blood from that cut on your cheek.”

Jean stutters out a groan from behind you, his restraining grip on your wrists tightening. You feel his mouth begin to venture down your neck much like it had before, but his teeth are more demanding as they sink into your soft skin this time, more intent on taking, on marking you. One of Eren’s hands finds its way to your chest, grabbing harshly at your breast through your shirt. The ache of his strong fingers makes your back arch towards him, a breathless gasp leaving your lips.

“Show me,” Eren pants, finally backing away from you and ripping at your tank top, yanking it towards your head. There’s a shiny mixture of saliva and your blood staining his chin pink; shamefully, it makes a fresh rush of heat fly through your body, makes the wetness collecting between your thighs that much more prominent.

“We’re outside–” you try to protest, but a corrective slap to your ass from Jean shuts you up.

“No one’s around,” Jean says, mouth back on your shoulder as soon as Eren’s removed the offending garment from you, “it’s just us.”

“No one’s going to hear you scream,” Eren voices what you’re thinking with a nasty grin, bringing a hand to each of the cups of your bra and gripping the plush fabric hard enough to turn his knuckles white, tearing the connective fabric with a loud rip.

“Eren!” You squeal in surprise, practically jumping in Jean’s arms.

“That’s it,” Eren groans, leaning down and lathing his tongue across a deep cut above your right breast, something you hadn’t noticed in your fearful escape from the bush earlier, “let me fucking hear you.”

Jean’s got your wrists contained in one of his large hands, not minding the swing of your ruined bra around each of your arms, reaching his other hand around your waist to fiddle desperately with the clasp of your jeans.

“Eren,” he says sharply, drawing Eren’s attention to the fact that your pants are still on. Eren smirks.

“Pick her up,” he answers, voice gravelly. Jean lifts you off the ground, your back pressed to his chest, feet dangling in the air. Eren rips both of your boots off, tossing them to the forest floor. Still pissed about your bra, truthfully, you jerk a foot out harsh enough to hurt him if it should make contact, trying to keep your movement spastic enough to make it look like an accident. Eren dodges and looks at you murderously, returning to his full height to grab your chin harshly.

“Did you just try to fucking kick me?” His forehead is pressed nearly to yours, voice low. Busted.

“You tore my bra.” Your voice has none of the conviction you were trying to find in the depths of your chest, coming out breathy and weak. A sound that can only be described as a snarl rips from Eren’s chest.

“Yeah, I fucking did,” Eren smacks your cheek just hard enough to stun you, make sure you’re really listening to him, “we caught you. Understand that? We’re going to do what we want with you because you’re ours. Keep smarting off, and I’ll rip your panties off next and shove ‘em in that bratty mouth of yours. Got it?”

Speechless, you nod desperately, squirming as the heat between your legs begins to grow unbearable, that tacky, sticky arousal surely beginning to leak down your thighs at this point. Eren makes quick work of your jeans and your underwear, hissing appreciatively as your panties stick to the wetness between your thighs.

“You’re so wet, pet,” Jean reaches around to swipe his hand through your folds. That alone is enough to make your knees buckle, make a wanton moan slip out from your lips.

“I–I want– oh.” You try and fail to articulate a sentence, cut off entirely by a loud groan when Eren’s teeth sink into the supple skin of your breast. Eren grins around the mouthful of flesh he holds between his teeth, raising his eyebrows at how riled up you already are.

“Pitiful little thing,” Jean chuckles, voice husky, “look how bad she wants it.”

Jean reaches down and shoves two fingers straight into your slick cunt, ripping a strangled moan out of your throat. Your hips buck into his hand of their own accord, desperate, tinny whines and whimpers leaving your mouth in quick succession. The stretch of Jean’s fingers is so welcome after all the build-up, that you don’t think you could put it into words if you tried. On behalf of your useless mouth, your body makes a great show of trying to show them just how good their attention feels, rolling and rocking into their touch, no matter how harsh.

Eren digs his fingers into the fat of your hips, your thighs, your ass, gripping you close to him and biting into whatever flesh of your upper body that he can reach as hard as he can, surely coming close to drawing blood. They aren’t the type of bites that require suction and the lathing of a tongue to soothe and leave hickeys; no, these are the type of bites that bruise on impact, little purple half-moons of teeth marks decorating your arms, shoulders, and breasts.

Jean coos in your ear approvingly each time your hips cant towards his hand, seeking more and more friction as the knot in your stomach tightens with each curl of his fingers. You can feel him pressing into your lower back, hard and promising, and your pussy flutters around his fingers at the thought of being split open by him, by Eren, by anything more that they’re willing to give you.

“Want to fuck her,” Eren huffs, “she close?”

“She’ll cum soon,” Jean affirms, licking through the shell of your ear delicately. You revel in the way they talk about you as if you’re not here, as if you possess no consciousness worthy of interacting with. You feel stripped of your higher thought processes, reduced into some pathetic, pliant creature only in search of pleasure– and you love it.

“Please,” you attempt to beg, only to be silenced by Eren’s long fingers wrenching their way down your throat.

“Stop talking,” Eren grumbles around a mouthful of your flesh, “pets don’t talk, do they?”

That draws a heady whine from you, your hips twitching forwards into Jean’s hand eagerly, a blatant attempt to pull forth the orgasm that’s been brewing between your hip bones for the last five minutes. Jean chuckles at your struggles, works his fingers just a bit faster.

“Go on,” Jean whispers, “it’s just us out here. Be as loud as you want, pet. We’re going to need you good and wet, so go ahead, cum hard for us.”

“C’mon, what are you waiting for? Fucking cum already.” Eren echoes Jean’s sentiment from your breasts, licking at another smear of blood just under your nipple.

Your body thrashes in their grip, begging for and yet resistant to the overwhelming waves of pleasure wracking through it. Loud squeals escape from your full mouth, even from where Eren’s got your lips stretched wide around three of his bulky fingers.

“Let us see what you can do, pet,” Jean murmurs, thick and warm against your ear, “just for us, come on.”

With one more vicious curl of Jean’s fingers, your back is arching violently, a muffled scream echoing into the canopy of trees around you as your release hits you hard. You can feel the wetness smearing between your thighs, feel the effort Jean’s exerting into keeping you still and in one place as you buck against him. Eren growls in approval and sinks to his knees, biting harshly into your thigh before sucking your clit into his mouth. That only serves to make you fight harder, the overstimulation getting the better of you.

Eren’s only able to lap at the sensitive folds between your legs for a moment before your twitching thighs threaten to knock him in the head, jerking closed of their own accord. Eren chuckles and smacks the inside of your leg a few times, rising to his feet and smirking at you.

“You squirming? Too much?” Eren sneers, gripping your jaw in his hand and forcing you to keep your half-lidded eyes on him. You push against his grip as hard as you can to shake your head no, earning yourself a pleased glimmer amongst the darkened green of his eyes. “More? You want more?”

When you nod frantically, Eren grins so wide his canines wink at you in the setting sun, flits his gaze over your shoulder to meet Jean’s eye.

“Get her on the ground.”

Jean complies, forcing you to your hands and knees in the dirt. Something about being so exposed, bare and open for them in the ground like this, has your blood running hot in an entirely new way. Neither of them have taken so much as their outer layer off, pinning you between them like…like their little pet. You can feel yourself grow even wetter; it may as well be dripping down your thighs at this point. You hear one of them kneeling behind you, can feel the head of a cock swiping through the mess between your legs.

“So fucking wet,” Eren hisses from over your shoulder, grabbing at your hips and kneading the skin. A hand comes to your chin, tilts your head up.

“Open up, pet,” Jean says, biting into his bottom lip. Obediently, you drop your jaw, tongue out, and blink up at him invitingly, more than eager for the weight of him in your mouth. Jean groans at the sight, slipping the tip of his drooling cock onto your tongue. You swipe your tongue over the tip, eyes rolling back at the taste of salt and sweat and Jean. Jean wastes no time in pushing to the back of your throat, tapping your gag reflex.

Any hope you had of suppressing the cough that threatens you when Jean pushes into your throat is ripped away by Eren shoving himself into you from behind, pushing you an inch too far down Jean’s cock and making you retch.

“All stuffed full of cock, aren’t you?” Eren grunts, driving into you and setting a brutal pace off the bat. You’re powerless to do much else besides squeal and whine around Jean’s cock, punctuating your muffled moans with the occasional gag when Jean taps the back of your throat.

Jean spits several times into the palm of his hand, never losing his pace thrusting into your mouth. If you had any more presence of mind, you’d frown up at him questioningly, but any doubts about his intentions are resolved when he leans over you, spreading his spit over your asshole.

“I want to take her too,” Jean says to Eren, who leans down to spit directly on your only unoccupied hole, lubing you up, “get her ready.”

Eren only offers an affirmative grunt, circling your hole a few times before pushing his thumb in up to the hilt; you’d taken them both only last night, so you don’t require all that much prep, but Eren’s thick fingers are a shock all the same. You squeal around Jean, who shushes you and runs his fingers soothingly along the crown of your head. You lean into his gentle touch, only for him to tighten his grip around the tangled wreck of your hair and shove you down onto his cock harder.

“Told you you’re not my princess anymore,” Jean chuckles darkly above you, driving his hips forward to the same rhythm Eren pounds into you from behind, “not out here.”

Eren’s been busying himself preparing your asshole, up to what feels like three fingers, but with the girth of Eren’s hands, you can never be sure. To have every bit of you full and used is an out of body experience; it’s not something you don’t experience regularly with the both of them, but to be taken so brutally out in the open, to be fucked in such an animalistic way, nearly shuts your brain off.

Eren gives you a few final thrusts before pulling himself entirely from you, causing Jean to follow suit and leaving you empty and whining. You’re tugged to your feet before you can even begin to form a sentence to beg for them back, stumbling in the crunchy leaves under your feet. Eren scoops you into his arms, wrapping your legs around his waist to keep you firmly pressed to him.

His cock drags along the folds between your legs, and he presses his forehead to yours, short, heavy breaths leaving him in huffs.

“Ready, pet?” Eren mutters into your open, waiting mouth, “ready to take what you were made for?”

Before you can offer anything more than a half-hearted plea, Jean is pressing into you, the all-consuming stretch of him rendering you mute. Eren never stops boring his gaze into yours, something sparking and spitting and wanting in his eyes, demanding more from you. He drinks down your squeal of surprise, spreads your ass cheeks open so Jean can get at you deeper, digging into depths you rarely find yourself aware of.

“She’s still so tight,” Jean growls, sinking his teeth into your neck, smiling around the mouthful when you moan wantonly.

“Give him some more, hm?” Eren, forehead still tacky and stuck to yours, grabs for Jean’s hand, angling it under your mouth. Through your desperate little hiccups of pleasure, you understand; you spit into Jean’s hand, opening your mouth so that a thick line of drool can slick his fingers up further. Eren grins, evil and satisfied. “Good job, pet.”

Jean uses the saliva you’ve given him to wet the last few inches of himself, pushing in to the base with a loud groan. You can almost feel the tangible eye contact they exchange; they love to look at each other unraveling when they’re inside you. “Your turn.”

Eren—no, Jean?—digs his fingers into your hips, making you whimper at the thought of the bruises sure to follow his grip, slides his cock into you slowly and forcefully, like he’s proving a point. The stretch of him– no, of both of them inside you, isn’t anything new, but in this setting, after all the build-up? You’re wailing, openly, your cries echoing off the trees as you thrash in their firm hold, overstimulated and overwhelmed and overpleasured all at once.

“Sh, sh,” Jean shushes you sternly, pinning your head back against his shoulder with a firm fist to the nape of your neck, “take it, don’t fight it.”

“Feel so fucking good, pet,” Eren says gruffly, giving a tentative half-thrust and making all of you moan, “like you’re fucking made for taking cock.”

“She is,” Jean coos, beginning to rock into you in the same easy rhythm as Eren, “just look at her. Not one thought behind those pretty eyes.”

He’s right; your eyes have glazed over entirely, mouth hanging ajar as they take and take and take from you. You can feel an orgasm quickly taking shape in the pit of your stomach, wrapping around itself and squeezing, threatening to pull you under. You’re so blissed out you can’t even be sure of what you’re feeling. Full, exposed, primal, half-conscious; all of those words surely would make the list if you could pull any of them to the front of your mind at the moment.

Your thighs are quivering around Eren’s waist, tightening viciously around his hips as they drive into you, suspending you between two walls of hard muscle. You know your cunt follows suit when Eren groans loudly, jaw dropping slightly.

“Feels good, doesn’t it? Slutty little thing,” Eren grunts against you, eyes flicking back and forth between you and Jean, “begging to get your cunt filled like a bitch in heat.”

“That is what you want, isn’t it?” Jean practically whispers into your ear, words wrapping around the knot in your stomach and holding it together, “want to get bred, don’t you, pet?”

Eren’s eyes go wide for just a moment, his gaze fixated on Jean. You can feel him pause briefly, twitch inside of you, and then before even a full second has passed, Eren’s determined scowl has twisted his face again, and he’s hammering into you like his life depends on it.

“Is that what you want?” Eren demands of you, eyeing you.

“Tell him,” Jean says to you, like the devil on your shoulder, “tell him how badly you want it. Go on.”

“I–I–” The tears running down your face collect in your mouth, making you hiccup and spit and choke on your words. Eren grabs your face fiercely, forcing you to look at him.

“Say it,” Eren snarls, “tell me you want this slutty pussy stuffed full of cum, our cum.”

“I want your cum,” you whimper pathetically, words stuttering and tripping as they spill from your swollen lips, “want to be full of it, want to get bred.”

“Fuck,” Eren nearly throws his head back, somehow moving his hips faster. Your legs dangle uselessly beside him; every muscle in your body contracts and relaxes wildly as your orgasm sinks its claws into you, threatens to pull you under. The only things tethering you to your body at this point are Eren’s eyes on you, bright and feral, and Jean’s hands around your hips, keeping you in place for them to pound into. You can feel the tidal wave coming up in your throat, your moans and whines growing more and more frantic, your head feeling lighter with each passing moment.

“Such a good girl– good little pet for us,” Jean slurs, hips beginning to falter in their rhythm, “show us how bad you want our cum, let us feel you–fuck–”

“So fucking good,” Eren laughs almost hysterically as you finally snap and cum around them, slapping your face lightly and egging you on, “there she goes.”

Every nerve ending in your body feels like it’s on fire, little shocks of electricity flying down your limbs and making you jerk and flail and contract. You can feel your fingers digging into the skin of Eren’s biceps until they meet something wet and warm, and you know you’ve drawn blood, but you’re spiraling through rapturous pleasure so intensely that you couldn’t release your grip if you tried.

The way you tighten viciously around them has Jean falling over the edge right after you, his hips stuttering and coming to a still pressed against you. He tugs your face to the side, pulling you in for a sloppy, honestly disgusting, kiss, panting heavily into your mouth and mouthing around praises that he’s too spent to fully pronounce. You can feel Eren’s eyes on you both, feel the way his thrusts are starting to grow more frantic. Jean turns your face to meet Eren’s gaze, resting his head on your shoulder.

“Look at her, Eren,” Jean shakes your face a little for emphasis, “needs cum in both her holes, not just one.”

As if to emphasize his statement, Jean pulls out of you, a gush of his cum joining the mess between your legs. Eren throws his head back and groans, nods urgently.

“Said we’d stuff her full, right? Breed her? That’s what she wants, isn’t it, pet?” Jean sneers, landing a smack to your cheek.

“Uh-huh,” you babble mindlessly, body trembling with the force of the aftershocks of your orgasm, “p-please Eren, breed me, I need it–”

“Gonna cum in you,” Eren pants, grabbing your hair so hard you wince, “can you take it? Take all of it ‘til you’re bred and full of me?”

“Yes,” you whimper, nodding against him, “yes, please, I–”

“Give it to her,” Jean’s fisted his hand at the nape of Eren’s neck now, pulling all of you so close that you’re drinking down each other’s breaths, “she’s worked so hard for it, give her what she needs.”

That’s all it takes; Jean’s encouragement has Eren spilling inside you with a lengthy, choked groan. With what little energy you have left, you pepper soft kisses along his neck, knowing how his muscles must be burning with how they’re twitching under his skin. Eren’s fingers are digging into you so hard it hurts, already aching, but you let him cling to you, ride out his orgasm as Jean threads his fingers through the hairs at the base of Eren’s neck soothingly.

You all stay this way for a moment, Jean supporting the majority of your body weight as Eren begins to sag into you, arms wrapped tightly around your waist. The breeze swirls by, leaving cold kisses on every inch of your bare skin, reminding you that you’re out in the open, making you miss your sweater.

“Guys?” You speak feebly into the crisp air, blinking sleepily.

“Holy shit,” Eren laughs breathlessly into the crook of your shoulder, pulling you close to him in a sticky hug, “that was–”

“Crazy,” Jean agrees with a disbelieving chuckle, helping you down onto your shaky legs.

“I am…very naked.” You point out weakly, swaying on your sore thighs. Jean’s quick to slide an arm around your shoulders and tug you to him, while Eren wrangles his hoodie over his head to offer you.

“There’s not another house for five miles in either direction,” Jean assures you, lifting your arms so that Eren can pull his hoodie over you, “wouldn’t ever let anybody see you like this, you know that.”

“Better?” Eren, still a little winded, tugs the hoodie down around your thighs, looking you over. He swipes a thumb across the cut on your cheek, an impish smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “We really roughed you up, didn’t we? I’m sorry, angel.”

“I liked it.” Your eyes are already falling shut; you barely have the energy for a sleepy smile when Eren presses his lips to your hairline. Jean scoops you up into his arms; all the cardio that he does at the gym is making itself known.

“Was it good, princess? Have fun?” Jean murmurs against your forehead.

“So much fun.” You open one eye to see Jean and Eren glance at each other, see the spark of love between them. It comforts you; even amongst the near-constant shivers wracking through your body, the warmth of their presence and the steady rocking of Jean’s steps lull your eyes shut.

“Thank god she ended up running just about to the backyard,” Eren huffs from somewhere to your right, still sounding very much like he hasn’t caught his breath, “I’m fuckin’ beat.”

“It’s because you don’t do enough cardio, bro.” You can hear Jean’s insistent eyebrow raise and visualize Eren’s answering eye roll, chuckling to yourself in Jean’s arms.

“Cardio’s for bitches, I’m bulking right now–”

“Did you listen to anything the team trainer said in college? Honestly–”

“That was three years ago–”

Somewhere amongst their arguing you doze off, letting yourself go limp in Jean’s arms. When you wake again, Jean’s walking you up a flight of stairs, angling you this way and the other to avoid hitting your head on the railing. Jean flits his eyes down towards you and acknowledges your consciousness with a soft smile, carrying you into a bedroom and sitting you on the bed. Wordlessly, Jean and Eren go about their usual routine of cleaning up after a particularly rough session: Jean runs a bath while Eren fetches some antiseptic for the scratches on your face and arms, Eren nearly gets distracted when you start running your fingernails through his hair but Jean gets you both back on track, somehow fitting all three of you in the largest bathtub you’ve ever seen.

Before you know it, you’ve been scrubbed clean, all the grime gone from your skin and the twigs pulled from your hair, and sandwiched between Eren and Jean under a heavy duvet.

“All better, right?” Eren murmurs against your forehead, pressing a kiss to it.

“All better,” you hum, nuzzling into his chest, “but I don’t want to waste the weekend. We’re only here until Sunday– do we really need to nap?”

“I threw dinner into the smoker while Eren was drying you off,” Jean says, words floating over your shoulder from where he’s curled up behind you, “we have at least two hours ‘til it’s cooked through properly.”

“And you need a nap,” Eren grins mischievously, “you had a big afternoon.”

“I’m not the only one,” you giggle up at him, “I heard you wheezing on the walk back.”

Eren scowls, only to have the furrow in his brow smoothed over by Jean’s thumb. You watch in awe as he instantly melts into Jean’s palm, such a volatile man so easily soothed by a gentle touch. As Eren’s mood begins to settle, you feel the atmosphere in the room change; the blankets feel just a bit heavier, the rise and fall of Jean’s chest against your back quells your breathing into the same rhythm, and the circles Eren’s thumb is rubbing into your hip have your eyes beginning to flutter.

“Naps for all three of us,” Jean says, leaving no room for argument, "I set an alarm. I won’t let you sleep through the weekend, I promise."

Something about the warmth and familiarity tucked under the covers with the three of you has your mind ambling on towards sleep, even after your weak attempts to protest. As you drift off, you can hear the quiet, wet noises of Jean and Eren exchanging a goodnight kiss above your head, feel the reassuring squeeze of their arms around your waist, the brush of lips against the nape of your neck, the tip of your nose. There’s a little murmured “I love you” from each of them, and though your mouth wants to form the words to respond, all you’re able to manage is a soft, contented smile as you drift off.

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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.

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Halloween Candy & Halloween Tragedy

Yandere!Eren J x Fem!Reader x Yandere!Jean

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Word Count: 8.8k

Pairing: Eren x Reader x Jean

Content: Yandere themes, character death, smut, Eren & Jean fighting as per usual, dubcon

Content Warnings: Yandere themes, Murder, Death, Dubcon (coercion), noncon stripping/groping, unprotected sex, possessiveness, guilt, drugging (?) (reader consents and its just melatonin 😭), shower cunilingus, lots of groping, voyeurism, voyeurism that turns into a threesome somewhat (?), Eren spanks you once lmao, fingering, pet names (baby, sweetheart, angel), Aftercare, prone-boning, Implied kidnapping

Summary: After obsessing over you for quite some time, Eren and Jean do something unforgivable after Armin’s Halloween party.

Rushed to finish this in like 3 weeks 😭😭 not my favorite but! that’s ok. Very late halloween post i know <3 hope u enjoy!

They could never agree to anything—always picking fights with one another and pissing each other off over the smallest of things.

They could never agree to anything—except when it came to you.

They agreed that you were perfect—an angel fallen from the heavens and ending up with them, of all people. The day they met you was one they could never forget, still crystal clear in the back of their memories.

That day, that blissful fall day their dear friend Armin introduced them to his long-time partner. You.

They stood in shock, coffee cups in hand when he approached them that day at the mall, his arm wrapped around you with his hand resting on your hip.

Oh, you were so perfect.

From the sparkle in your eyes to how soft your hand was when they shook it to greet you. Even the way you spoke to them—your voice like a drug they were taking for the first time, sending them both on a high they’d never experienced before, a high they were about to get addicted to. You were perfect.

How did you end up with Armin? It wasn’t fair—such an angel ending up with someone that wouldn’t be able to protect them if something went wrong, if the wrong people—like them— ended up finding you.

The look they shared after Armin walked ahead, trying to lead the group deeper into the mall, was all they needed to tell each other, ‘we need to talk’

It was strange that for once, they both agreed that they could share. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that they knew neither of them could get away with what they wanted alone, or perhaps it was some sort of empathetic revelation that they could share something after all.

Either way, by the time they drove home from the mall that day, your fates were sealed. Both yours and Armin’s.

From there, things went by so fast. Suddenly, they were hanging out with Armin all the time, always insisting that he bring you along. Armin was smart—they knew that, so how he never noticed their increasing interest in his partner, they’ll never know. Not that it mattered anyway, because they wouldn’t have stopped at anything to have you.

It was even more shocking, however, that no one noticed the two of them cooperating more than usual. The fights, reduced to bitter remarks with no rebuttal from the other. Every argument squashed with one look from the other that said, ‘you remember why we have to get along now, don’t you?’

Perhaps they did notice—but just assumed the reasons behind it were innocent, or maybe they were just happy that the annoying bickering stopped. Perhaps if someone had said something or cared enough to figure it out, they could have saved you and Armin.

From the moment they got that invitation to his friends-only Halloween party, it was over. With everything ready, all they had left to do was set their plan into action. After months of planning and doing their damnedest not to fight, it was time for them to reap the rewards of their efforts.

How funny was it, that you were dressed as an angel, matching more with them in their devil costumes than with your own boyfriend who wasn’t dressed up at all. It was a little shameful, to be honest. You deserved someone more willing to show off your relationship, someone who wouldn’t hesitate to show everyone who you belonged to. Like they could. Like they would.

The party couldn’t go by faster; even the alcohol didn’t help to speed things up. Hour by hour, game after game, shot after shot—it was finally over. One by one, everyone slowly called it a night and began to leave, saying their final goodbyes to the party’s host. And finally, it was just you four. All they had to do was wait for a moment alone with Armin. And that would be it.

“I’ll take out the trash!”

Perfect.

Two trash bags were all the party produced, which wouldn’t take long to drag outside. With your absence, they could finally go through with it. The second you walked out the back door with the plastic sacks, their plan was set into motion.

Jean made his way to the kitchen, plucking a knife from the wooden holder sitting on the counter. Eren began a conversation with Armin, distracting him from his partner in crime sneaking up behind him.

Swiftly, the knife was plunged into Armin’s backside, stabbing straight into his heart. He tried to scream and cry out, but it was no use as Eren slapped his hand over his mouth.

Jean removed the knife with a tug, leaving the wound vulnerable and open. Armin was quick to go limp in their arms, the two lowering him slowly to the floor as he drifted into demise. Soon enough, he was gone—leaving the two remaining boys to themselves as they mourned him quickly and quietly.

When you came back, you immediately noticed your friend’s positions on the floor, both of them holding your bloodied boyfriend in their arms. You eyed them for a minute, taking a step forward before noticing the pool of red they knelt in. The pool of red coming from your boyfriend.

Screaming, you stumbled back and made a beeline to the nearest bedroom. The one you and Armin shared.

Jean and Eren cursed loudly, chasing after you as fast as they could only to be stopped by a door slammed in their faces. On the other side, you turned the lock and slid down the wood, curling into a ball and sobbing into your knees.

Your boyfriend was dead. Your boyfriend was dead and your best friends killed him. You couldn’t believe it.

Eren was the first to grab the doorknob, wriggling it violently and pounding on the door when it didn’t open.

“Let us in! Come on, don’t make this harder than it has to be!” He shouted, rattling the knob and shaking the door in its frame.

Before he could attempt to throw himself at the door, Jean stopped him and pointed out the lock on the handle. It was a privacy lock, a small indent on the outside of it allowing anyone to unlock the door with as little as a penny—which they happened to have, along with an abundance of other change in their pockets.

When you heard the click of the lock unlocking, adrenaline rushed through your veins. You grabbed onto the handle, trying your damnedest to hold it in place because as far as you knew, your life depended on it. Everything was blurred with tears, the sweat on your palms making it even more difficult to hold on.

As the knob slipped from your hand, the door flew open—sending you flying to the side with it. You let out a shrill scream, collapsing as Jean and Eren ran in. You expected to meet the same fate as your boyfriend—but to your surprise, they both knelt down and hugged you as tight as they could.

The squirms and sobs that followed were expected, the two holding you tighter with every movement you made. You screamed for Armin, demanding to know what they did to him—but neither answered. Instead, they squeezed you until you finally gave up, your legs falling limp while you sobbed into Eren’s chest.

Eren put his hand in your hair, petting your head while Jean buried his face into your neck, his chin scratching your shoulder.

“Hey… it’s ok, we aren’t gonna hurt you. We’re just taking something that should’ve belonged to us in the first place. We’ll take care of you now.” Jean pecked your cheek, one of his arms around you moving so he could caress your waist.

Eren nodded in agreement, kissing your forehead and pushing himself closer to Jean until you were pressed in between them, your back flush against Jean’s chest and your chest against Eren’s. You cried and cried, trying to wriggle and squirm away from their touch. There was nowhere for you to go.

“Shh, shh… just relax, we’re gonna take good care of you. We’ll make you forget all about what you saw.” Eren cooed to you, kissing down your face until his lips landed on yours. Expectedly, you flinched and immediately threw your head back into Jean’s chest, trying to avoid him as he leaned in further and continued to try and kiss you.

Growing tired of your thrashing, he just grabbed your jaw with one hand and forced you to kiss him. No matter how much you seemed to cry or squirm, he wasn’t stopping. And neither was Jean, who pressed soft kisses into the back of your head, his hands slowly creeping up to your chest as he did.

You wondered how this was supposed to be comforting to you. Two of your best friends killing your boyfriend and then trying to do what only he was allowed to do. It felt horrible. Everything was going too fast.

You squeezed your eyes shut, even more tears flooding your face. As much as you squirmed, nothing seemed to work to get you away from them. They were so much stronger than you, holding you down with ease. It had you feeling sick.

Blood was all over the floor—and on them and you. Your boyfriend’s blood.

Almost as if he noticed the drying gore at the same time as you, Jean pulled away from your neck and looked around the floor, looking at Eren and clearing his throat, “We should clean ourselves up, Eren… We’re getting blood on them.”

“Where are we supposed to clean ourselves? The sink?” Eren responded, pulling away from his kiss, forgetting that he wasn’t just a guest at this house anymore.

“The shower, dipshit.” Jean snapped.

“Oh, yea.” Eren looked to the floor, slightly embarrassed by his lack of thought.

Jean sighed and stood up, pulling you up with him by the arms.

Eren followed after him, grabbing your waist as you tried to struggle again. He gave Jean a quick smirk, not giving him time to disapprove of whatever he planned to do before he was already committing to it.

You let out a yelp as Eren bent down and picked you up, throwing you over his shoulder and walking into the large bathroom you used to share with Armin. He flipped the light switch, revealing the makeup brushes and eyeshadow palettes sitting out on the sink that you had told Armin you’d put away after the party. The clothes you’d both been wearing before were messily thrown into the hamper. Your towels were still hung up on the towel bars. Everything was still in its place like it was before the party—the party you wished had never happened.

Jean followed in after, sliding open the glass shower door and turning the knob to hot. He grabbed some of the clean towels from a wire storage shelf next to the toilet, throwing them over the shower door’s frame. Next, he grabbed the cheap plastic horn headbands from his and Eren’s heads, tossing them on the floor.

Eren put you down, pushing you onto your knees and holding you there, refusing to let your begging and cries get to him as he began to tug your costume off of you.

Jean undressed himself next to you, taking off his cheap devil wings and pointy clipped-on tail to throw them in the growing costume pile. He paused after, taking a moment to stare at your now exposed self after Eren had just stripped you of your halo, wings, and dress.

Underneath everything, you were wearing a white, expensive-looking pair of white lace bra and panties, most certainly intended for Armin. Although, that didn’t matter anymore—because no matter who it was for—it belonged to them now. You belonged to them.

You cried as Jean reached forward and caressed one of your tits, causing you to recoil back and fling your arms over your chest. You wanted to shrink down and hide in a corner, away from them. This was humiliating.

Acknowledging your discomfort, Jean pulled his hand away and continued to undress, taking off his black turtleneck shirt and matching black pants with his boxers. He discarded the clothes, moving Eren aside so he could do the same while he finished undressing you.

The tension was uncomfortable as he reached behind you, going to unclip your bra. You had your head turned to the side to avoid accidentally looking at his third leg, and you could only curl up to protect yourself because of how they had you back into a corner.

You tried looking past Jean—at anything else—but your eyes were met with Eren’s dick instead. Almost immediately, you whipped your head away and squeezed your eyes shut—which would have amused the boys if you weren’t still crying your eyes out.

After managing to pry off your bra from underneath your arms, Jean had to pull you onto your feet to strip off your final garment. You protested, trying to collapse back into the ball you were in previously, but Eren held you up with his arms around your torso while Jean pulled down your panties.

It felt like you were betraying your boyfriend. Even though he was dead, it felt like you were betraying him. Your darling boyfriend that you loved so much. You couldn’t believe he was dead.

You cried more at the thought of him, and at the fact that you were now naked in front of the very people that took him away. You felt disgusted and disgusting. This feeling was hell.

The shower was more than warmed up by now, so Jean slid open the glass door again and pulled you in with him, Eren following close behind you. It was a little cramped with 3 people, but not so cramped that they couldn’t look at or touch you.

You felt so exposed with the two of them ogling your body, and you felt even more uncomfortable knowing they were both fighting the urge to touch it. You could see it in their eyes and the way they stared down at you like predators drooling over their prey. They looked like they wanted to tear you apart.

The stream of water dripping down them and flooding the drain was red with the blood that washed off of them. It was disgusting to look at, and it felt even grosser to have some on yourself. Your own boyfriend’s blood was all over you. All over them.

You began crying again, incapable of holding it in at all. Everything you’d known collapsed in less than an hour, how else were you supposed to react?

Jean and Eren panicked, trying quickly to comfort you by wrapping their arms around you and wiping the blood away, but it only served to make things worse. Their hands were stained with murder, and you didn’t want it on you.

“It’s ok, it’s ok… don’t cry.” Eren tried to wipe your tears, ignoring how you turned away from him and attempted to push his hand. He tried to kiss your face, cupping it to hold you in place while he did. Instead, his lips touched your cheek, so he tried to go along with it and kiss down to your jaw and neck.

You tried to back away, forgetting that Jean was behind you and only pushing yourself further into his chest. He instinctively put his hands on your waist, making your body tense up with anxiety.

Eren looked from you to Jean, meeting eyes with him for a minute before he quietly knelt down in front of you, sliding his hands below Jeans onto your hips. He kissed your stomach, eyes glaring up at you as you grew more and more uneasy.

“Eren, what—what are you doing?” You asked through fading tears, putting your hands on his head and fingers digging hesitantly into his scalp. If you weren’t in the shower, sweat would be rolling down your face. Your brain was going a million miles an hour and you couldn’t focus on anything except the loud beating of your racing heart.

“I’m trying to help you forget, and since you don’t want me kissing your face I thought that maybe I could kiss you,” He paused, moving one of his hands to hold you steady while he threw your leg over his shoulder, “right here.”

You couldn’t move. Your body was frozen. Everything felt like it was going in slow motion as you watched him lean in, placing his lips on your clit. You tightened your grip on his hair which was still neatly tied in a tight bun, trying to pull on it. He didn’t budge, kissing the tender spot between your legs over and over as you failed to protest.

With your attention occupied by Eren, Jean took his chance to grope you rather roughly, squeezing your tits and fondling them vigorously. His fingers grazed over your nipples repeatedly, turning them stiff and extra sensitive the more he rubbed and touched them.

“J-Jean—Jean—“ You stuttered, putting one of your hands over his. You wanted to tell him to stop—you wanted to scream at him and push him away, but you just couldn’t. You couldn’t bring yourself to do it. You tried, but you were silent as your mouth hung agape.

Hearing you whimper his name like that had Jean rutting against you, trying to force himself even closer to you than before. He wanted to feel you more and more. Hips grinding on yours, hands groping and feeling you. He needed more.

“Hey… pay more attention to me,” Eren whined, frowning about your shift in attention. He moved back to your clit and stuck his tongue out, beginning to lap at your bud while he stared up at your face. Jealousy was eating him inside. Why didn’t you say his name like that first? He was the one that was between your legs, and he was the one that came up with the idea that led to this. It wasn’t fair that you were moaning for horse face instead.

Eren watched as your face contorted into a mix of pleasure and pain, tears welling up in your eyes but refusing to fall. He latched onto your clit, sucking on it and occasionally flicking over it with his tongue in an effort to milk more sweet sounds out of you. You squirmed but only ended up grinding yourself onto his mouth, so you stopped and tried to hold still instead—which wasn’t very effective.

“Being good for us now, are ya?” Jean hummed, placing his lips on the crook between your shoulder and neck, showering it with light pecks and kisses trailing to your nape. He latched on, beginning to suck away at your skin and leave a large bruise. You had dozens of fading hickeys from Armin, and he was determined to replace them with his own. He needed to show you that you were his now. His.

Slowly, your tiny whimpers of objection began to turn into more carnal whines fueled by the lewd things they’d been doing to you. Things were growing fuzzy, your brain wanting to forget what you had seen.

Eren was getting rougher, making sure to be as loud as he could when he ate you out to subtly brag to Jean about how much he was enjoying it. You felt every moan and every hum on your clit, turning you so heated that you were practically dripping on his face. He had your legs shaking and crumbling under you, turning you into jelly. Just like Armin used to.

Jean had to hold your waist to keep you from falling, still groping you as you nearly went limp. All you could think about was Armin and how you would melt over his touch just like this. You already missed him so much. It was torture.

You couldn’t hold the tears back anymore, whimpering out a quiet “Ar—min…!” through desperate pants as you started to cry again.

Eren froze, as did Jean. For a moment, you thought that maybe they’d changed their minds about what they were doing. That’s what you’d hoped for, anyways—until Eren stood up in front of you, and you saw the furious scowl on his face.

It wasn’t one of the ridiculously overexaggerated frowns he’d have after losing a game to your boyfriend—it wasn’t the kind you could belly laugh at because of how stupid it looked.

This frown was terrifying. It made your heart drop into the pit of your stomach. It made your tears stop out of pure terror.

You felt Jean let go of your waist and chest, replacing his hand on the side of your neck. Your body tensed up again, your face turning hot with anxiety as his hand tightened.

“Let's move this to the bed, Jean,” Eren said, looking behind you at Jean. Your chest felt so heavy.

Not long after he said that, the shower was turned off. Eren slid open the door, stepping out and not even bothering to get a towel as he grabbed your wrist and yanked you out. He dragged you back into the bedroom, pulling you in front of him and pushing you towards the bed. Before you could even attempt to do anything or turn around, he had you bent over the bed, pushing your upper back down so that your spine was arched and your ass was pressed against him.

Jean sat on the bed across from you with his arms crossed, giving you a scowl that was as equally terrifying as Eren’s was. Without breaking eye contact with you, he questioned Eren, “Why do you get to go first?”

You tried to squirm as he finished speaking, not enjoying the implication of what he had said. In the end, it only made Eren push down harder, forcing a few whimpers out of you from the pain of your spine being bent.

“Because I’m the one that dragged them here! Now just shut up and let me do my thing, and you can have your turn with them when I’m done.” He pushed himself against you, allowing you to feel his erection against your heat.

He leaned forward, placing one of his hands by your head and snaking the other around your waist to feel as if you were still wet, pressing his chest against your back. As he did, you began to weep. It was starting to feel like you were being objectified, and you hated it.

You wanted to say something, beg them to think about what they were doing—but you still couldn’t. Nothing came out except desperate cries and hiccups. You looked to Jean, your eyes begging him for help, but he just sat there, staring at you with concern and guilt in his eyes.

After a full minute of watching you cry as Eren probed you, he finally spoke up, looking up at his friend, “Eren.”

“What?” Eren replied, returning his gaze and looking rather annoyed.

“There’s something wrong.”

“What do you mean?” He asked, pausing his actions and pulling his hand away.

“Look,” Jean said, pointing to you.

Eren leaned to the side to get a better look at you, his eyes widening as he got a good glance at your tears. He looked back to Jean, his expression screaming at him to do something because he didn’t know what to do.

Trying to stay calm despite his internal panic, Jean put his hand on your head to pet you while he tried to ask you why you were crying.

“What do you think?! I’m not—I’m not an object,” you managed out between sniffles and hiccups, “I’m not something for you to use.”

There was a momentary pause between them before you felt Eren wrap his other arm around you, his head resting on your shoulder. He nuzzled his face into your skin, his stray hair tickling you as he did.

“I’m sorry,” he apologized quietly, squeezing you tightly.

Jean put his hand over one of yours, holding it tightly and reassuring you, “You’re more than just an object to us.”

“You’re our everything,” Eren spoke right after, while Jean nodded in agreement.

“We just want to make you feel good and help you forget.”

“Please. Let us make you forget about everything. I promise we’ll be so good to you. Please.” Eren begged, putting even more of his weight onto you.

You knew there wasn’t much you could do in this situation. No matter what you said or did, they were going to take you in one way or another—sexually or physically. Part of you wanted to use the situation to distract yourself, even if nothing would be as good as Armin was. You just wanted to forget, to stop thinking about what you saw for even a second.

“Okay… Okay… fine. Do whatever you want, just—just please be gentle.” You said, wiping your tears on the sheets. Just thinking about fighting was exhausting. It was easier to just let them have their way with you, and at the very least you could pretend that one of them was Armin.

Both of them kissed the top of your head, moving away from you and giving you more space—at least Jean did, as Eren still had his hips pushed against you and was not planning to move any time soon.

He put his hand on your back again, running it slowly up and down your spine, attempting to soothe you instead of force you into the bed like before, “We won’t hurt you. We would never hurt you on purpose.”

Jean leaned down to kiss your head again, brushing one of his hands through your hair while Eren reassured you. He kept it there, even when Eren bent over you and began to kiss your nape and shoulder blade again, sucking a fee hickeys into your skin while he did.

You were quiet underneath them, no longer squirming or fighting. It made it so much easier for them to touch and comfort you like they wanted, and so much easier to do other things as well.

Eren stood up again, grabbing a handful of your ass and resuming where he left off before you started crying. He moved his hand to your inner thighs and felt between your folds, checking to see if you were still wet enough for him to keep going—and to his surprise, you were. Even after crying for the 3rd time that night, you were still wet from his tongue against you. He thought it was cute.

You let out a quiet gasp as he slid himself over your sex, moving his hips a few times to “test the waters” before he was ready to put it inside you. After that, he used his fingers to spread you apart, giving him better access to line his head up against you.

Taking in a deep breath, you prepared yourself mentally for what he was about to do. The grip you had on the bedsheets was turning your knuckles pale from how tight it was. You were so nervous.

Noticing how tense you were, Jean squeezed your hand and leaned down to rest his face next to yours. He massaged over your knuckles with his thumb, kissing your head repeatedly until you loosened your grip.

“Just relax, sweetheart. It’s ok.” He cooed, pressing his forehead against you. Glancing at Eren, he gave him a small nod to say that he was free to start.

With a small smirk, Eren pushed his hips into yours, successfully piercing your cunt.

You let out a loud whine, tensing up again as he filled you. As much as you tried to imagine it was Armin, it was so difficult. Eren felt nothing like him—and he was bigger. The way he held you, the way he gripped your hips so tight that it could leave bruises—it was nothing like Armin. Armin was soft and gentle with you, not rough like Eren. You couldn’t pretend he was Armin.

Pushing into you further, Eren was determined to get as deep as he could before actually fucking you. You were so tight, so warm. He wanted to feel it over his entire length.

Letting out a guttural groan, he bottomed out. Your ass squished against his thighs and he was pushing your upper body against the bed, leaning over you and forcing your back into a painful curve from your ass still being in the air.

His face turned red as he slowly slid out, cherishing every ounce of friction he felt. He could only make it halfway out before he succumbed to the urge and slammed back into you, earning another yelp as he got close to hitting your cervix.

“Be careful!” Jean snapped at him, gripping your clenched fist in his hand.

“Shut—the fuck up! Horseface!” Eren yelled back, groaning as he smacked his hips into yours.

With every thrust, you let out loud yelps and moans, your body lunging forward each time he fucked into you. The only thing that kept you from collapsing into the bed was Eren holding you up; your legs felt jello. Everything was so hot, you were burning up. Not only in your face, but in your intimate parts as well.

He filled you up so well. It made you feel so guilty to admit it but he felt amazing inside of you. So amazing that your wetness was dripping down your thighs. It felt even better when you clenched around him, urging him to bury himself in your cunt and stay there.

“Holy shit—oh my god baby, I’m gonna cum too early if you keep squeezing me like that!” Eren stuttered through his pants, increasing his speed while he leaned over you more and squished you against the bed.

The room was filled with pants, moans, and the sound of skin slapping against skin. It was loud. You were loud. Louder than you thought you would be. You were enjoying this more than you thought you would too.

Jean was getting jealous of Eren now, and it was obvious. He was scowling at him, gripping your hand that he forcibly pulled away from the sheets to hold. He wanted to steal your attention, but when he looked at you, you were too caught up in your own pleasure to notice his irritation.

Eren noticed the displeased look on his face and smirked, deciding that it would be funny to tease him, “What’s the—ugh—matter, Jean boy? You upset you gotta wait to have a turn with this perfect angel?”

Jean frowned at his taunts, letting out a quiet “ugh” before he retaliated, “You’re not gonna be laughing when I’m the one making them squirm!”

“Oh, really? We’ll—hah—We’ll see about that,” he groaned, pulling one of his hands back and giving you a hard smack on the ass, “but right now they’re mine.”

You yelped as he slapped you, feeling your eyes water from the sting. He spanked you fucking hard.

Quietly lifting your head up, you managed to stutter out through sniffles, “Please be more gentle.”

He stopped his pounding as soon as you said that, ignoring the murderous glare that Jean gave him as he bent over to kiss your head, the malicious tone in his voice from before disappearing and being replaced by the sweetest voice he could muster, “I‘m sorry, angel. I’ll ask you next time.”

He kissed up and down your nape a few times before standing up, beginning to thrust into you again but much slower than before. It was agonizing, and you almost preferred being spanked to this.

Suddenly, he was on top of you—pushing you down so that you would lay flat on the bed while he continued fucking into you. The new position felt strange until he slid his hand underneath you and found his way to your clit—then all of the feelings you had melted into pleasure. You were rutting against him as he ground into you, not even bothering to pull out and just relishing in your warmth. Even when he wasn’t moving, you felt so good and tight. He could feel himself nearing the edge.

“Baby, baby, oh baby, I think I’m gonna—fucking cum!” Eren managed to say, but not without moaning halfway through as he pushed his pelvis into you. He wrapped his free arm around you and humped against you as quickly as he could, finally reaching his limit and letting loose so that he could finish inside of you.

You were quick to follow his lead as he unraveled inside of you, his fingers rubbing against your clit while you were being stretched out by his length pushing you over the edge. His hips stilled against your twitching ones as you both savored the feeling of your orgasms, leaving a red-faced Jean speechless as he continued to wait for his turn.

He stared at you, growing more and more tempted to reach out and grab you away. He wanted to make you feel that pleasure all over again, but from him this time—and he was growing impatient waiting for it.

So impatient that the second Eren had the strength post-orgasm to push himself up and pull out of you, Jean was pushing him away and pulling you closer to him.

“Hey! What are you doing!” Eren shouted.

“It’s my turn now! You can’t complain!” Jean responded, sticking his tongue out at him as he pulled you up and onto his lap with your back against his chest.

Still delirious from your orgasm, you let him do as he pleased, sitting obediently in his lap and leaning on him.

Eren pouted, mumbling something about he wasn’t done and moving to sit at the head of the bed, leaning on your pillows. He crossed his arms and frowned, glaring intensely at the two of you.

Jean ignored him and continued on with what he was doing, feeling up your hips, outer thighs, and chest. He was much more touchy-feely than Eren was, it seemed; much more eager to caress your body than get to the point and fuck you.

“God, watching you with Eren was fucking agonizing…You’re mine now. Thank god.” He groped you, focusing on fondling your chest while he ground against you.

You melted into his touch, absent-mindedly grinding against him as well. Your brain was completely empty aside from lustful thoughts. All you could think about was keeping the dopamine high you were on so that you didn’t have to think about the heavy things you were suffering through.

Jean slid one hand down to your cunt, touching your clit and rolling over it with his fingers. Eren’s cum dripped out of you and onto Jean’s cock, making him shiver with disgust but push on despite that. He was regretting not being more assertive about sharing you earlier, but it didn’t really matter. He may not have earlier, but he was going to take you now no matter what. And then you would be filled with his cum instead of Eren’s.

“Does it feel better when I’m the one touching you, baby?” He asked as you, increasing the motion against your clit. You whimpered in response, not wanting to say or do something that would upset Eren. However, your lack of an actual response only made him rub faster, wanting to elicit anything that would irritate Eren.

“Jean—Jean!” You cried as he found an extra sensitive spot to touch on your bundle of nerves. After hearing you moan and seeing you squeeze your eyes shut, he sped up his fingers, not halting when your legs involuntarily closed together. Your back arched against his chest, and you couldn’t stop your legs from shaking and squirming.

Jean was smirking as he touched you, prying your legs apart so he could keep going. You writhed and whimpered in his arms, grabbing onto his legs underneath you while you clenched around nothing. The previous orgasm had already made you so sensitive, and with almost no time to rest, another one was building up quickly.

“Do you like this? Hm? Do you, baby?” He asked, dipping his fingers inside of you and continuing to rub your clit with his other hand. You could only nod as he thrust them inside of you, pushing them in and out of you at an intense pace. His fingers were so long and rough, but somehow gentle and loving at the same time—pausing to feel around your insides, trying to memorize every inch of you.

You leaned your head on his shoulder, finally opening your eyes and looking at Eren to see how he was doing. Instead of the angry look you expected, he was staring back at you with his dick in his hand, eyes half-lidded as he pounded into his fist.

Wondering why your breath had hitched, Jean turned his head in the same direction as yours, his mouth falling open when he saw what shocked you.

“Are you serious, Eren?” He asked, pausing everything he was doing to stare at him in disbelief.

Eren paused, growing embarrassed by both of your eyes on him. He covered his mouth and gave Jean his muffled reply, “Just shut up and keep going.”

“Oh? You think this is hot?” Jean teased him, smiling as Eren’s expression grew frustrated.

“I said shut up!”

“Whatever you want,” Jean said, pulling his fingers out of you and spinning you around on his lap so you faced him, and then turning his entire body so that your back was facing Eren.

It took him a minute to process what he had done and why, but once he did, a smug smile took over Eren’s face and he suddenly wasn’t as embarrassed anymore, “Thanks for the different view, Horseface.”

He leaned back against the headboard, one hand at his side and the other on his length while he stared at your ass. His cheeks were still red with embarrassment and lust, but he felt no need to hide it anymore.

Rolling his eyes, Jean moved one of his hands down to your ass, using the other to help position himself at your heat. He rubbed the head against your clit, gathering your natural arousal on himself before pushing into you ever so slightly.

“I’m putting it in now, ok?” He said, leaning his forehead against yours.

You nodded, your shaking hands reaching to grab onto his shoulders as he slowly guided your hips down his cock.

“Oh god, baby…” He moaned as he reached as deep as he could go, still trying to push you even further down. He buried his face into your neck, inhaling your sweet scent and trying to keep himself from going overboard. As much as he wanted to give you a chance to adjust, he also wanted to grab your hips and rail you like a human fleshlight.

While he was whimpering about how tight you squeezed him into your neck, you were more focused on getting used to this new feeling. Jean was less girthy than Eren, but a little bit longer—just long enough to touch your cervix, in fact. Even without any movement, just sitting on him, the tip of his dick was kissing it. It felt so strange—almost painful, but in a good way that had you clenching around him.

You were whining against his neck, trying not to squirm in his lap while he got comfortable, shifting around underneath you. His nails dug so tight into your hips you were sure you were going to bleed—but you didn’t care. You just wanted him to fuck you like it was the last thing he’d do.

Eren was already stroking himself again, biting his lip to hold back his noises. He was staring at your ass, trying to fantasize about being in you from behind while Jean did his own thing. He craved it so badly, but doing something intense like that after you’d already gone through so much just a little over an hour ago was not a good idea. Instead, he decided that it could wait for when you joined him and Jean at their shared apartment—maybe as a sort of celebration for finally catching you. That would be so much fun—for you and them.

“Ride me, baby, please.” Jean gripped the back of your head, leaning into you so that your chest was pressed against his and you were flush against him. He held you tightly, his legs shaking from holding back; he wanted to flip you over and fuck you like Eren did.

You tried to comply, lifting yourself up about an inch or two before falling down on him again; the way he held you gave you almost no room to move. You were stuck with him bottomed out in you no matter how hard you tried.

“Jean—Jean, I can’t move when you’re holding me like this…” you spoke quietly, whimpering at the feeling of his tip repeatedly pushing on your cervix.

Fumbling, he was quick to let go and lay back, mumbling a quiet ‘sorry’ as his hands slid from around you to your chest. For a minute, he just fondled you, pawing at and squeezing your tits before moving his hands to your hips, ready to help you move on his cock.

Before you could even start, he was already lifting you up and slamming you back down, thrusting his hips up to meet you halfway. You hadn’t even gotten a chance to do it yourself, instead being bounced on his length by him alone.

“Fuck! Fuck! Jean!” You cried, putting your hands on his chest as he began going faster, holding you up while he fucked up into you, bashing against your cervix. He stared at your chest, panting as he put all of his energy into taking you.

“Fuck baby, fuck, you feel so good!” He moaned in ecstasy, stopping for a moment to move his hands to your ass and get a better grip on you, “Even better than I dreamed.”

You were nearly in tears; He was already so fast for having just started, it was overstimulating.

“What happened to being careful, Jean-boy?” Eren asked, teasing him for his hypocrisy while he leaned forward and put his hand next to one of Jean’s, still stroking himself.

“Shut up!” Jean yelled out, smacking his hand away and fucking you even faster.

“Tch. Asshole.” Eren responded, leaning onto the headboard again and rubbing himself even faster.

You started crying, moans slipping past your lips as your cunt was ravaged. You were praying that he would tire out soon because you didn’t know how much more of this you could take. You were so sore and as good as it felt, it still made your insides ache.

Jean was panting heavily, beads of sweat rolling down his red face. He looked tired, almost dizzy—a direct result of exuding all of his energy too early. He slowed his hips, still trying to guide you to keep going, but he was too exhausted to keep going.

Instead of continuing where he left off, you sat on his lap, quiet and unmoving, as equally as tired as he was. You were so tired that you couldn’t even hold yourself up, your body collapsing on top of his.

Feeling pity for you and Jean—mostly you—Eren stopped his self-pleasuring to move closer, putting his hands on your hips and slowly grinding them down on Jean’s dick while he asked, “Do you need some help, Jean?”

He wanted to say no, to shove him away and keep going by himself, but Jean’s body was too tired to, and he was too desperate to finish inside of you. Swallowing his pride, he wrapped his arms around you and quietly replied, “Fine, Eren.”

With a smirk on his lips, Eren grabbed your hips and forced you to lift your thighs, guiding you down slowly and then repeating. All you did was raise and lower yourself, letting him do the work of positioning you.

Jean buried his face into your shoulder, whimpering as you moved at a much slower speed than before. He was holding you against him, trying to move his hips to help Eren, even if it wasn’t much.

You were basically just grinding against Jean, but it didn’t matter. You didn’t need to move much. As long as you got him to finish in the end, then it wouldn’t matter. As long as you got through this, it would be ok.

“Keep moving, baby. I need to take care of myself too.” Eren said, putting his pelvis against your ass so you’d grind against him and Jean as you moved. He grabbed his dick, stroking it while you moved against him. It felt good, but not as good as being inside of you—that’s something nothing would ever compare to.

Jean was starting to move faster again—not as fast as before, but still fast enough to build up to release quickly. He whispered sweet things into your ear, praising you for being good and telling you how amazing you felt. His voice was shaking and his hips stuttered against yours, the knot in his stomach building up quickly. You could feel it growing, the slow pleasure building in your lower abdomen inducing a fuzzy feeling in your chest.

Your cunt pulsed around him as he kept hitting your cervix, finally reaching your breaking point as you cried out, falling apart on top of him and letting out a single sob as you were filled by him. Everything felt so good that you could almost ignore the pain that you were sure would follow.

As you squeezed him, he could feel his release coming quickly, his cock twitching inside of you as the pressure grew. His orgasm hit like a brick, his hips thrusting into you a few more times before he bottomed out for the last time and held you there.

His cum mixed with Eren’s inside of you, dripping down onto his dick as he pulled out. His hips were still twitching as he held you, his face buried in the side of your head while he inhaled your intoxicating scent.

Behind you, Eren was also reaching his second climax, his hand going faster and faster and the warmth inside of him growing. He shut his eyes tight, imagining his fist was your pussy as he squeezed his dick until he came, his release splayed across your back. He’d fucked his hand hundreds of times before while thinking about it, but nothing could compare to what you actually felt like.

You whined, feeling uncomfortable at the warm fluid on your lower back. Eren leaned over you, breathing heavily but not panting. He was still for a moment, apologizing and massaging your waist before he moved away from you and Jean, getting off of the bed and heading to the bathroom to clean himself up.

After he was cleaned up and had his boxers back on, Eren grabbed a rag and wet it, making his way to the bed to clean you off. He wiped your back off, moving inside your thighs and cleaning the mess he and Jean made. Contemplating for a moment, he decided to be a good friend and clean the cum from Jean’s lap, tossing the rag to the side when he finished.

Jean thanked him, still clinging onto you as he rolled onto his side.

“Are you gonna get up now, horsie? We have shit to take care of.” Eren asked, shaking his shoulder and frowning when all he did was groan.

“Get my boxers and I’ll think about it.” He said, a tiny smirk on his face as he did.

Annoyed, Eren let out a long sigh and stomped into the bathroom to grab his underwear. When he returned, he threw them at Jean’s head and repeated, “Now?”

“Fine! Fine! I’m getting up!” Jean sighed as he sat up, kissing your head as he did. He slipped on his boxers and walked into the bathroom, the sound of cabinets opening and closing following.

As he left, your head followed him, trying to figure out what the “shit they had to take care of” was.

Eren walked up to you, pulling you into a sitting position and putting a finger over your mouth when you tried to ask what was happening. He turned away after, leaving you confused as he walked to the closet and dug through it. He pulled out a baggy gray sweater and walked back to you, tugging it over your head without asking and forcing your arms through the sleeves.

You looked down at the sweater, feeling your heart sink when you realized who’s it was.

“Armin…” You whimpered, tears welling in your eyes. The guilt and despair grew again as you realized what you did. You fucked your boyfriend’s murders. You let your boyfriend’s murderers fuck you.

Eren, who had gone back to the closet to grab a new pair of underwear for you, turned around as soon as he heard you sob, rushing to comfort you with your panties in his hand.

Jean emerged from the bathroom when he heard you, looking between you and Eren before asking, “What’s wrong? What happened?”

“What do you think, dumbass?” Eren replied, glaring at him while he wrapped his arms around you.

Jean scoffed and walked over, hugging you with Eren and petting your head.

You cried more, covering your face as the tears fell. The post-orgasm clarity was setting in, and it felt horrible.

Jean and Eren whispered to each other above your head, quiet enough that you couldn’t hear what they were saying. They spoke back and forth into each other’s ears, careful to make sure you wouldn’t understand.

After a minute of conversing in whispers, they both went quiet. Eren sat on the bed next to you, wrapping his arm around you and rubbing your shoulder.

“Put these on for me, ok?” He smiled, holding out your panties for you and shooting Jean a look that you couldn’t read, “We’ll take care of you.”

Nodding through tears and sniffles, you took the panties and put them on quickly, not wanting to feel exposed to them any longer. Eren kissed your head and pulled you into his chest, rubbing your shoulders and back to soothe you while you cried.

Without your eyes on him, Jean quietly left the room to get a glass of water from the kitchen. On the way there, he shielded his vision from the living room, trying to avoid seeing the upsetting scene more than he would inevitably have to when he went to clean it up. He did the same as he walked back, speeding by quickly to avoid the mess.

When he returned to the room, he handed Eren the glass of water and grabbed a small bottle of melatonin tablets from off the bathroom counter. He had taken it with him to the party as part of the plan, only retrieving them from his pants after he was done fucking you but promptly leaving them in the bathroom when he heard you cry.

He unscrewed the child-safety top, took four 5mg tablets out, and put it back on. You looked at him as he told you to hold out your hand, wiping your tears and runny nose with your other sleeve as you did. He handed them to you and told you to take them, so you did—without even thinking—the strawberry-flavored tablets dissolving on your tongue.

Eren urged you to drink some of the water before he put the glass down, moving closer to the middle of the bed so he could lie down with you. Jean walked to the other side, laying by your side and wrapping his arms around your waist, cuddling into you. Eren did the same, hugging your upper body and enveloping you in his and Jean’s warmth.

It was almost relaxing like this, being so warm and cozy. You could feel your eyelids become heavy and your tears dissipate in favor of a stuffy nose and red eyes, your body growing heavier with each passing second.

“Just relax, sweetheart. We’ll have everything taken care of by the time you wake up.” Jean said softly, running his hand up and down your thigh.

“It’s been a long night. Just sleep, baby.” Eren encouraged you, kissing your head and moving as close as he could to you. He caressed your cheek, overwhelming you with all the soft touches you were receiving. It made you so tired.

You were afraid to fall asleep. You were terrified of it, but couldn’t stop. It was too much by now, the drowsiness taking over and your eyes slowly shutting. Eren and Jean continued to coo and comfort you, finally telling you as you drifted to sleep what their plan was.

“We can’t wait for you to come home.”

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𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆; 𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝗑 𝖺𝖿𝖺𝖻! 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

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𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒; 𝖭𝗌𝖿𝗐, 𝖬𝖣𝖭𝖨 ( 𝟣𝟩+ ), 𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖺𝗀𝖾, 𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗍𝗈𝗑𝗂𝖼! 𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇, 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀? 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗉𝖺𝗒𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄, 𝖽𝗋𝗎𝗀𝗌, 𝖽𝗋𝗎𝗀 𝗎𝗌𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇, ( 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗃𝗎𝖺𝗇𝖺 ), 𝗇𝗎𝖽𝖾𝗌, 𝗏𝗈𝗒𝖾𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗆, 𝗎𝗌𝖺𝗀𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖽𝖺𝖽𝖽𝗒 ( 𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾 ) 𝗎𝗇𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖾𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝗑, 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆𝗉𝗂𝖾, 𝗁𝗎𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 ( 𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄'𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖻𝗈𝗒𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽 ) 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍, 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗍𝗌. 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗅 𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗍𝗌, 𝗉𝗎𝗌𝗌𝗒 𝖽𝗋𝗎𝗇𝗄! 𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇, 𝗅𝗈𝗍𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖽𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗒 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄. 𝖯𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗒 𝖿𝖺𝗌𝗍 - 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗆𝗈

乂 ( 𝓢𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ! ──── )

You have a boyfriend, yeah he isnt playing his role correctly 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝟤 𝗐𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍. 𝗆𝖺𝗒𝖻𝖾 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝖼𝗌𝗍𝖺𝖼𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄? 𝖾𝗂𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇'𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎.

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄 𝗂𝗌 𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖺𝖻 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗆𝖺𝗓𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌 & @okhotel 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝗋 ( …#XO♡. thee collab ), 𝖨 𝖺𝗆 𝗌𝗈 𝗀𝗋𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗂 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗃𝗈𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗎𝗇𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾! This one-shot based of the song ( “The hills: The Weeknd xxx ) <𝟥 unedited , reblogs are appreciated !

xxx : Key: words in italic = reference of the song lyric(s)

⤷ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐒. 𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗀𝖾𝗋

ˑ 𖥻 ! — 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐃, and shed a glow indicating a message have been sent through. You turned your head to the side looking down at your phone that rested on the nightstand beside you and your bed. You took your interest from the tv to your phone grabbing it, as you opened the message thread.

Eren <3

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That’s right, the two of you were sending nudes 5 minutes prior before you placed your phone down. You assumed since he didn’t reply back fast enough that the picture was ugly, and that it didn’t seem to peek his interest. But it was far from that, Eren didn’t know how to reply. He didn’t wanna shoot back a message of heart eyes because he assumed it would make him feel like a middle schooler. So instead like ahh other normal human being would do he sent a picture of his lower abs showing his strong defined v-line & a small glimpse of what’s possibly under his sweatpants.

“Come over.” Appears under the picture just seconds after it been sent. You look over at the time seeing it was half past 5. That’s pretty earlier than the normal time you and eren would agree to link up. There is nothing wrong with coming an hour or two late, besides judging my the way he’s blowing your phone up at the moment you could tell that he was strung out on whatever drug he was doing this time. You started smiling at your phone because Eren sent multiple messages begging for you to come over. It wasn’t until another notification banner displayed on top of your screen that caused you to frown slightly. Oh yeah…That’s right, you have a boyfriend. How could you possibly fucking forget?

"Won't make it tonight". Was all that was displayed on the dimmed screen. You sucked your teeth as you waited for a response that never came. Liar. You knew this game Jean was trying to play, little did he know it wouldn't this time, this time you're playing by your own rules. So instead, you threw your phone on your bed and went to look for something in you're closet. Something pleasing, appealing, or possibly scandalous? Never-less both you and Eren wanted to end the night the same way as last time.

All-white wife-beater with gray sweats to match. His Gold chain to match, slightly swinging as he walked to take a seat. It wasn't his hair being down for this first time in forever that caught your attention, but it was his bloodshot-red low lidded eyes that caught it instead. Eren placed his feet on the coffee table as he went into his pocket to pull out a lighter. "Kinda...but don't make it seem like I only come here when my boyfriend is unavailable, you are my friend after all." Eren scoffed when he heard the word "friend". Friends? Ouch. Eren replied in his head. Eren inhaled the marijuana as he lighted the end of the joint, Exhaling the air as he laid his head back. "Talk to me pretty. What's made you upset with him this time," Eren said Inhaling the joint once more.

"I don't know, he told me he wanted me to take a break for whatever reason something about focusing on his trembling basketball career" you replied as you took the joint from Eren, inhaling it yourself. Eren laughed, Laughed a little too hard than usual, maybe it's the marijuana starting the first stage? Eren grabbed a remote turning on the television that illuminated the lowly dimmed room. He pressed the remote a couple of times before he turned on a movie that didn't finish last time for the same reason it isn't going to get finished tonight.

After a couple of minutes of passing the joint back and forth the two of you were in a laughing mess. Laughing at the smallest jokes throughout the entire movie. The ecstasy was taking over minute by minute. For Eren though? Not necessarily. Drugs are the move of a decaf for Eren now. The excessive, drinking & smoking don't take a toll on him anymore possibly because his tolerance is way too high for your liking. As you were watching the movie you felt Eren's gaze on you for quite a while. "Whatchu, lookin' at?" you said with a smirk slightly buzzed. "I can't stare at you?" Eren replied with his eyes now plastering your body. You looked way better than them photo’s you and Eren exchanged earlier. Eren thought as his moved his eyes elsewhere. "Not if you're not going to say anything." Eren chuckled. "So, your boy toy doesn't know you're here? It's about time the two of you should call it off." Eren sighed, putting his gaze on the tv. Eren really wanted to get out of the friend zone he had with you. But instead you really enjoyed playing his game craving to have him want more.

"C'mon eren don't be like that, you know—" "I don't know shit. y/n, you come here, complain about that horse face, we fuck. Then you leave. How long is this cycle going to repeat?" Eren retorted in an annoyed tone. "Like you're one to talk, you say you like me then you go on and fuck another girl just for the hell of it, and you expect me to take relationship advice from you?" You snapped back keeping Eren quiet. Which was true. Eren decided to fuck 2 girls not too long ago before he saw you. But it shouldn't matter, right? because he thought you in his head."Tell me, Are you two together now?" Eren asked. "No I told you already he's—" and within seconds Eren pulled you by the arm sleeve of your coat into a kiss. "You don't understand how long I've been waiting to do that princess" Eren chuckled before kissing your lips once more.

Your cheeks started to get hot as the two of you kissed longer and longer. Despite you and Jean being on a so-called break, how can something be so wrong to feel so right? The kiss you and Eren shared became more intense. Even though you weren't wearing anything under the trench coat, your body started to get very hot. You placed your arms around Eren's neck grabbing his hair and causing him to groan in the kiss. While the two of you did your make-out session a notification from your phone went deaf to both your and Eren's ears. Eren helped you take off your shoes and socks. A few more notifications on your phone had finally caught the attention of you and Eren. "Keep our business on the low" Pulling away from Eren's lips a string of salvia still connected you two. As you were about to get up Eren grabbed your hand causing you to turn around. "Leave it," Eren said in a pant. "wait till m' finished with you," Eren said once more before taking you upstairs to his bedroom.

After Eren carried you and made his way upstairs to his bedroom he told tossed you on the bed guiding you to take your trench off. When he saw that you had nothing on but dark blue laced panties underneath a smirk appeared on Eren's face. To say the least it was very embarrassing since Eren figured out your small plan you had all along. You couldn't even function correctly. As you way laid sprawled out against Eren's bed he made his way on top of you kissing your lips, and jaw making his way to your neck. Eren pushed his thigh in between your thigh rubbing it against your soaking count Feeling your juices form on his sweats. "Haven't even touched you yet and you've already this wet? Does your boyfriend know how much of a slut you can be?" This taboo feeling caused Eren to get very hard and Erect. Eren and Jean are very well-known rivals. The two used any to constantly compete but this? No. You've been Eren's from the start but Jean decided to take measurements in his own hands to provoke Eren.

Eren knows Jean Doesn't love you. He's just a scum bag using you for bragging rights. Eren caught Jean plenty of times talking to other girls but despite him telling you numerous times you still found your way back. It pissed Eren off, to say the least. You don't deserve to be with him. Anybody for that matter but Eren. Which is why he was here to show you. As Eren was making his way from your neck to your breast Eren decided to move your panties to the side to reveal your wet folds to him. He pushed two finger's in as your walls sucked his finger, causing his pants to grow tight. Eren started slow too slow for your liking thrusting his fingers in and out as it got coated with your juices. "Fuck! Eren... Right there - don't stop" you said trying to catch your breath.

You moaned as you felt Eren latch onto your breast swirling his tongue against your nipple. But you wanted something more. Eren with his way of teasing wasn't doing you any justice so you decided to push his head down so he can focus on something more important. Eren chuckled when he felt your fingers tug the top of his head he loved it when you touched him. With force as he went down to your wet folds. He removed his slender fingers from your soaking cunt to place them in his mouth. "So fuckin' good princess, taste yourself for me," Eren said as he shoved his fingers in your mouth enjoying the way you lathered his fingers with your tongue. Eren placed either thigh on his neck with his hands dug deep in your thighs that were for sure going to leave a mark when he is finished with you. He pulled you into him making sure you stayed still with his grip before diving in. His head moved from side to side to even up and down lap his tongue around your wet folds.

Your back arched as you threw your head back having a firm grip on Eren's hair. "Eren, shit - fuck! m' gonna cum" You said in a whiny breath. "You enjoying this baby? You taste so fucking good, I bet he can't eat you out this good can he?" To catch up to even speak you nodded in response moaning when you felt Eren push his tongue even further. Just as Eren was about to have more of a great time eating you out. Your phone on the nightstand beside both you and Eren started to vibrate. That of course didn't stop Eren at all from Eating you out but instead made him a little annoyed when he saw Jean's name flashing on the phone screen. But that's when an idea came into Eren's head, a not-so-good one either. Eren removed his head from between your Legs causing you to groan from the lost pleasure you were enjoying. "Why'd you stop? Just ignore it" you said with a groan. "Answer the phone," Eren replied in a Monotone voice. "What? No. Eren ignore it, it's probably an unknown-"

"Answer it or you don't get to cum." This is fucked up. You know this is fucked up. But why that didn't stop you from answering the call anyway? You lay back down as you pressed the green button to answer. It was silent until you heard a voice, a very familiar voice. Jean. "y/n?? baby where are you?" Jean said in a worried tone. "I came home earlier to drop off food and you aren't here. I even texted you before calling you. What's going on?" Jean said in a concerned tone. "I'm going to make you cum so fucking hard and he won't have a clue," Eren said a little too loud, As his hand made its way to your neck as he pulled his pants down to reveal his underwear while his length is begging for a release. Eren then slowly guided his length into your folds causing you to hold your breath from the impact. Your panting and breaths were heard by Jean causing him to ask if everything was alright. "Fuck! Yeah...m' alright I'm just out for a run, that's all"

You moaned as Eren placed your legs on his shoulders once again. Eren started slow with a firm grip on your throat causing you to slightly gag, but that didn't last for too long before he started pounding into you. "Ohh..okay well. When you get home I want to talk to you about something...when do you think you'll be home?" Jean asked causing Eren to chuckle. Eren already knows what that son of a bitch is gonna confess to you. Good thing Eren didn't have to waste his time and tell you himself. "want you to cum all over me okay? make a mess baby it's okay. I'll clean it up." Eren growled in your ear from just hearing Jean’s voice. “oh fuck, eren! just like that mmmm . just fucking like that." You whispered in a hush trying to put the phone far away as possible. “y/n, you hear me? Are you sure you are alright? Seem’s like you need to catch your breath.” Jean said from the phone that made its way back to your ear. “Yeah-Yeah I’m fine. Let me just call you back. Okay. Bye!” You said in a rushed tone before throwing the phone on the nightstand.

“Gosh Eren, that was so uncalled for!” You said as Eren Pounded in you even harder. “watching you cum while you were on the phone with him turned me on.” Eren said before pulling out. You started to get up but Eren pushed you back down. “Hold on doll face. Where you think you're going m’ not finished with you yet,” Eren said as he flipped your over on your stomach. “C’mon princess, arch your back for me,” Eren said in a huff grabbing your ass to bring it up. “you gonna have to do it in my tempo”Eren said as he wasted no time before entering his length l back inside of your heat, causing this time for both you and Eren to moan. “Like that? You like that huh?” Eren said between groans. “Wanted this so fucking bad princess, wanted you so fucking bad. That’s right so fucking good y/n.” You heard Eren say as you pounced back on him. “That’s my girl” Eren moaned as his hips snapped against your ass over and over

“T– ah, slow down– ren’ please,” your whimpers go mute to Eren’s ears as he grabbed a fist full of your hair. “Fuck baby, I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum so fuckin’ hard.” Eren said as a few whimpers escaped his mouth. Eren paces and speeds up as he feels both you and his climax reaching and from the feeling of your gummy walls clenching around him. “Rennnn, fuck m’ gonna cum” you said whining as you felt Eren's shaft touch your cervix. “That’s right, Atta girl, cum on daddy’s dick for me,” Eren said just moments before you both climaxed. Naturally, You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding as you came down from your arched position.

“You did so well for me princess. Let’s get you cleaned up” Eren said as he removed himself from your warmth. “are you all right? I didn’t hurt you, did I?” Eren asked from the lack of hearing you speak. “No…I'm just tired now that’s all” you said as a faint smile appeared on your lips. Despite Eren being a dick half of the time, his After-care was a 10/10, which is one thing you admired about him. Eren went to the bathroom to run you a bath grabbing a towel and a wash rag to bathe with. “I’ll be there in a minute princes,” Eren said before you closed the door to the bathroom.

As Eren walked over to the nightstand he saw the light of your phone still illuminating. Eren wrapped a towel around his lower half walking over to the nightstand. He looked at the phone screen causing a grin to plaster along his face. Eren knew he didn't hang up the phone. He wanted whatever You and Jean have going on to end now. Eren grabbed the phone and placed it to his ears. “Sick fuck, don’t tell me you got off to y/n fucking another man. She’s mine now dick-face,” Eren chuckled into the mic causing Jean to go tense. “Don’t talk to her anymore,” Eren said once more before hanging up. Jean now know he fully lost you, and it was sure no coming back from that. “Don’t use all the hot water princess wait for me!” Eren said making his way to the bathroom.

Notes: okay so did anybody understand this beginning with y/n & wearing a trench coat & High heel’s? ( the Nicki lyric ). Anywho, I really enjoyed writing this! I tried my best to mix The Weeknd with this one-shot by adding lyrics for those who didn’t understand. Paragraphs may repeat ( tumblr glitch ) & unedited for the moment <3

#XO♡. thee collab #⌗ ₊ ఌ — 𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗂'𝗌 𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗍𝗌 ( ᶻ 𝘇 𐰁 )#eren x reader #eren x black reader #eren smut #shingeki no kyoujin eren #shingeki no kyojin #jean krischtein #Eren x Reader x Jean #Toxic! Eren #lovesick! Eren #black coded reader #x fem reader #aot x reader #anime smut

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aresofparadis · 6 months

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2 baddies (preview)

pairing: himbo!eren x f!reader x himbo! jean

summary: years of I don't need men attitude led you to rejecting nearly every man who came your way. you knew everything you needed to survive, what did you need a man for?

the reality is... there are some services only a few men... can provide.

tags: ⚠️ 18+ fic!! minors dni!

shared interest, love triangle, no established romantic relationship, FWB, edging, domxdomxdom, switch, car sex, pda, degrading, player eren + jean, multiple partners, adult drinking, legal marj*ana, pot head eren and jean, v*ping, sm*t, oral, m*sterbating, partying, best friend jean and eren.

taglist(OPEN):

coming soon!!

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the-massive-simp · 9 months

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gignatic bf using tiny gf as a fleshlight? streching her inside wide open.

omg this idea is so good, thank you anon for sharing this! I hope you like this♡

warnings: nsfw. no pronouns or anatomy mentioned for reader.

♡requests open♡

He lowers you on his fat cock, his muscular arms holding your waist because he knows you won't have the strength to bounce on his dick on your own. He's so thick that you feel split in two, stretched to your limit, but it feels too good to tell him to stop. He slowly increases the pace, moving you faster on his dick, using you as his special fleshlight. You moan shamelessly, too lost in the moment to think about anything that isn't him or his dick or the immense amount of pleasure he's giving you. He moves one of his hands on your abdomen, rubbing it slightly.

"Look at it love, I'm so deep inside of you. Can you feel me filling you up completely?"

He presses the hand on the bulge that his enormous dick is creating in you. It feels so good that the knot that was growing in your belly snaps and you come undone on his cock.

"Aw my pretty baby is already cumming? You're so good for me darling, so good"

He then lifts you off his cock almost completely and then he slams you back down. You feel him twitching, and you know he's getting closer to his orgasm. He repeats the movements again and again, making you cry out his name from the oversimulation. He shushes you and he keeps fucking you, murmuring sweet praises in your ear. You feel him twitch before he shoots thick ropes of cum in you. He keeps you still on his cock while he empties his balls in you, kissing your neck and pinching your nipples.

"My sweet baby you did so good... but we're not done yet"

He flips you over, his big, strong body engulfing your smaller one. He leans down to kiss you passionately before bringing your legs over his shoulders. He starts to pound in your hole, the strength of his thrusts making you cling to his back, slightly scratching him with your nails. You know it's gonna be a long night.

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rumisgf · 2 months

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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.

#aot smut #cj’s silly thoughts #aot x black reader #aot #aot x reader #eren yeager #eren yeager x reader #eren yeager x black reader #eren jeager x reader #eren jaeger #eren jeager #eren smut #mikasa ackerman #connie springer #jean kirstein #armin arlert

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chrollohearttags · 5 months

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aot boys + ovulation week (feat. armin, eren, ony, connie, jean and reiner)

exactly as it sounds, another one of my early morning thoughts getting the best of me..a little drabble, nothing more lmao! This is also filthy

content + themes: black coded reader, ovulation, pregnancy mentions, breeding kink, squirting, masturbation, birth control, brief mentions of anal sex, spit play, fingering and some other thingsss

📝: this literally came to me out of nowhere. They are not fact or gospel, just my own opinion. But I could be wrong, feel free to change it how you please.

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eren • the tease: the second he gets wind that you’re ovulating, it’s almost as if he takes the shit as a challenge. He doesn’t directly say anything but he notices the signs fairly quickly. The way you clench your thighs together when he’s around, flustering when he has no shirt on, etc. he finds it so cute in fact that he can’t help but to make your life harder. It’s not a matter of if you’ll cave to your urges but when and he definitely tries to speed up the process. Smirking once he realizes why you’re acting so strange. Walking around the house in gray sweatpants with no boxers, touching you even more so than he already does and is just incredibly flirtatious. Even grabbing your waist as he walks past you in the kitchen. “What’s wrong, princess? You look a lil’ tense, c’mere.” “I’m fine, Eren. I promise..” but he knows better than that when he catches you touching yourself because he happened to say something in passing earlier in the day that turned you on. (mind you: he called you a ‘good girl’ whilst the two of you were doing your morning workouts because you finished a set) but he doesn’t care..now that he sees you writhing around, spreading yourself open and stuffing those nimble little fingers in that dripping pussy, he’s glad to come help. “Look at you..so cute. I knew it.” And you’re in for it now because it doesn’t take long before he’s got you in his lap, back pressed to his chest with your legs spread completely apart as his larger digits are now thrashing around inside of you with a thumb on your clit and he’s whispering in your ear. Pinching your nipples and even kissing on your neck whilst he watches you turn into a drooling mess. “…You just needed me to come help you out. I’m right here..let daddy take care of you, baby..imma stretch that shit out. Use all them’ pretty holes..how’s that sound?”

armin • the sneak: he’s not dumb by a long shot! If anybody can sense when it’s that week for you, it’s him. The brainiac even has it down to a science..even if you don’t tell him, he can guess from the time you’re off your cycle till then. And once he does guess correctly, he’s on the hunt then and you’re his prey. He tries to use reverse psychology and all the other nonsense to lure you in. He clearly sees you’re trying to avoid him and not cave because he knows you’ll pounce like a wild animal the second you do. He’ll say things along the lines of: “it’s okay, sweetheart. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.” Or “..I just thought you looked so pretty today, that’s all. I couldn’t help myself but I understand. We can wait until you’re ready.” After an intense makeout session that stops right before things get too far gone. And while he’s playing his little innocent act, you're frothing between your thighs and praying that he rips your clothes off right then and there. He also gets a kick out of seeing you get aroused by the simplest things. For example, when he’s fixing something in the house and his veins protrude from his hands and you wish it was your throat he was squeezing. It doesn’t take two hours, less known a week for you to give in and all but beg him to fuck you! And he’s excited because this man all but dreams of getting you pregnant! “I’ll give you whatever you want, sweetheart..all you have to do is ask.” Declaring as you find yourself on your knees, swallowing his dick whole (because he knows it gets you so wet) before he lightly cups your chin and fills your mouth with spit before rewarding you with a kiss. “Might even put a baby in you..you’ll look so fucking good.”

onyakopon • the pleasure dom: this man…this man right here. You might as well be prepared to block his damn number because he’ll have you ready to live in his skin when it’s all said and done. He knows you’ll try to evade him and act as if you’re just busy but he knows. He can tell you’re nervous around him or not wanting to make eye contact but he wants you to admit it. Tell him what it is that’s really on your mind. “What you acting so shy ‘round me for? Don’t be like that, ma. I’m your man. You can tell me anything.” As if he doesn’t already know you want him to use you as a fleshlight and make you come until you’re seeing stars. That much is apparent by the way you’re rubbing up on his chest, twirling his gold chain and biting the tip of your finger whilst you’re laying in bed. “What’s up with you, mama? Sum’ on your mind? Tell me what you want..” And it doesn’t take him long to deduce or figure things out when you start to move that hand lower towards his gym shorts. Naturally, he strives to give you exactly what you want so moments later, he’s between your thighs, allowing you to rub on his head; wrapped with a silk durag as he devours your pussy. Sucking and lapping on your clit…drinking in your juices. He knows you get wet but it’s not even a full ten minutes of him pleasuring you that you found yourself squirting into his mouth. Of course, there isn’t a single complaint from your man. He lives for it! “Lemme have that shit..c’mon, baby.” Adamant on the fact that he’s not coming up until he’s certain you’re satisfied. Fuck his own pleasure. And once he sets you atop his dick, bouncing you up and down, he’s focusing solely on you. On your orgasms, on the way your body reacts and especially how much you’re gushing down his shaft with those creamy juices. Squeezing him so tight as if you don’t want to let go. “Take that dick, baby..get your nut. That’s all I’m worried ‘bout right now. Get your fucking nut.”

connie • the freak: mr. constance shows no restraint as is but when you’re ovulating, it goes from bad to worse. Because he knows you won’t hold back either. So nothing is off limits! Every position, every kink, every type of nasty, salacious thing you can think of, he’s using this week as a means to let them all out. Your sex drive is super high so he’s matching your energy tenfold. “Imma fuck the shit out you, wait till I get home.” Vowing with conviction when you send him videos and texts throughout the day filled with freaky treats. The stuff you’re saying to one another is down right deplorable but you love every moment of it. He gets especially excited when you send him a small clip of you touching yourself and the web of arousal is twirled around your nails. You find yourselves engaging in every debaucherous activity possible from letting him bend you over the kitchen counter, legs spread open as he pounds you relentlessly..hands on your throat, hand roped between your thighs as it strokes your clit and you’re so sensitive, he loves it. He’s kissing on your neck, telling you how pretty you look. It’s bliss for the both of you. But then things intensity and Connie is NAWT playing. When you keep begging him for more, he doesn’t hesitate. He does everything he can to fulfill your filthy urges. Exploring every kink that you guys have wanted to try. Sucking toes, spitting in your mouth, fucking your throat..he’s using every hole you have. Even that one..he may even throw some liquor or weed into the mix and things really get fun. “Open that shit up, baby. That ass feels so fucking good. Love how nasty you get f’r me..” y’all literally never rest when that week rolls around!

jean • the bedroom bully: jean is a whole lover boy, no doubt..but he’s lowkey a bully in bed! Jean sort of likes it rough and he lovesss that you never shy away from telling him how you’re feeling…sometimes! When you’re ovulating, it depends on how you’re acting and how he’ll proceed. If he knows you’re in the mood and you’re being a bit more aggressive than usual, he’s with it. He’s loving that you’re tugging at his belt buckle, begging to suck him off.. “yeah, baby? That’s what you want? So what are you waiting for…suck this fucking dick.” Petting your head on the way down and trust, he’s not gentle about it. Even making you hold it in place.. “this is what you wanted, right? For me to treat you like a little slut? C’mon, baby..answer me.” Slapping your cheek in the process. If he’s feeling extra rude, he might deprive you. If you’re acting a little shy, he’s gonna find out what’s going on. He’s aware that you can’t control yourself and he doesn’t hold it against you (but he certainly exploits it!) When he sees you on your phone and acting a little secretive, he gets curious..only to find out you’ve been watching porn and he had a field day! “You’re really something else this week..” Pushing you against a wall, shoving his fingers into your panties and roughly grasping your chin as he forces you to keep eye contact. “What’s this? Can’t even wait for me, huh? That’s alright, I’ll take care of you.”

reiner • the breeder: good god, need I say more?! This man’s breeding kink stays on go as is but when ovulation week rolls around, you have to all but lock his ass out of the house because he’s going to be on you so bad and honestly, you want it. You want him just as desperately so you have to be the one to exercise caution because you know he won’t! You’re up against the kitchen counter or folding laundry and he’s all up on you..touching, kissing and licking on every inch of your skin, just not wanting to let go.. “Reiiii, baby..we can’t, not right now.” Whole time, you’re dripping between your thighs, your nipples are erect and you even find yourself whimpering and rutting yourself against him. “Really, sugar? Because the way you’re grinding on my dick says otherwise.” And it’s on from there, you cave! You cave bad..allowing him to bend you over right there, hoisting your skirt up and fucking you like an animal. You’re both so unhinged and primal; moving about the house in different positions, getting filled in each spot. He’s filled you with so much cum, he can barely even stay in it. You’re scratching at his back, faintly grasping him because you’re terribly overstimulated. “C’mon, darling. You can take one more f’r me. You’re gonna look so good when I fill you up..give you my baby.”

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