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Day 3: Double Penetration - Steve/Bucky

Kinktober Day 3: Double Pentration - Steve/Bucky x f!reader

Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, hatefucking, threesome, nicknames, size difference, choking, lots of swearing, discussion of masturbation, oral (m and f receiving), multiple orgasms, piv sex, anal sex, anal fingering, cum swallowing no use of y/n

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You couldn’t get away from them quick enough, feet aching with each stomp as you exited the quinjet into the Avengers tower.

Tony was waiting at the entryway, “good mission then?” he smirked, having already listened to the argument on the comms between you and the two assholes and Tony being a smug prick rushed to welcome you back to the building. He had also been the other option to go on the mission but nope, you had to draw the short straw and endure the suffering of the two super soldiers.

It wasn’t like you attended these missions in a foul mood, prepared to argue, you were always keen to follow the instructions given by Fury. However, like usual, the two men had nearly caused you to be compromised thanks to Steve’s superiority complex, putting himself directly into the middle of the action instead of following the stealth instructions. This meant that you spent more time fighting off people than trying to save the captors and by the time you were aiding them out of the hell hole they were being kept in, you were shattered and bruised. Especially as you were not able to heal as quickly as the other two, it wasn’t as simple as having a drink and walking it off before continuing with the action.

This led to a shouting match on the journey home, with Bucky backing up Steve’s actions leaving you 2 vs 1 as per usual. You were fed up following them around, nearly getting killed AGAIN because of their stupid decisions, you weren’t going to let them get away with it for much longer.

Dropping your bag onto the floor beside Tony, you huffed irritated, “I’m never going on another mission with those assholes ever again Stark, keep them out of my way”. Your feet couldn’t walk you quick enough as you rushed to the tower elevator, not stopping to listen to whatever shit Steve and Bucky had to say, relief easing your muscles as the doors finally closed and you were alone.

It was hours later when you were finally in bed, having showered, applied cream to the forming bruises on your arms and legs and had some shitty film on in the background.

Just as your eyes were dropping with exhaustion, did a firm knock sound at your door. Your heart plummeted in your chest, not having any energy to have a discussion with anyone right now. “Yes? What do you want?” you asked dryly.

No one answered which only caused you to roll your eyes and release another exasperated sigh as you heaved your body from the bed, once again stomping to show your displeasure and hastily swinging the door open.

“Oh for fucks sake, what do you both want? I thought we agreed to debrief tomorrow?” Stood before you were the two men you least wanted to see in the world. Gone were their expensive superhero suits and instead replaced with matching grey SHIELD t-shirts that hug their muscles, along with some dark grey joggers, hair slightly damp from recent showers.

Bucky was the one to respond, chuckling deeply and rolling his shoulders to relieve the tension and displaying his obvious annoyance. “It’s not the debrief Doll, that’s not why we’re here”.

Moving your weight from one foot to another, folding your arms sternly across your chest as you moved, glancing between the two men you replied, “well, what the fuck do you want, I was just about to get some well-deserved sleep”.

Steve now inched forward, standing to his full height, making your neck strain back further to look him in the eye, “let us in, this isn’t a conversation for the corridor”.

For some reason his words sent a panic through your thoughts, he never spoke to you in that calm tone, maybe something had truly gone wrong in the mission and needed discussing.

Contemplating it for a moment and glancing behind you to check your room and to see it in an organised manner, you moved to the side, holding the door open further for them both to enter.

Steve and Bucky stepped in and you noticed the way both of their eyes flicked to every inch of your room, assessing it, even this pissed you off, it was your safe space they should stop being so nosey but you refrained from sighing again as you shut the door, turning to face them, leaning into the wood.

“Well? What is it then?”

Neither answered immediately, both still walking around the room slowly.

Bucky spoke first, but not about why he was here, “I didn’t have you as a book reader” he mumbled, hand skimming over the book you’d left open at your desk.

This time you couldn’t hold back the sigh and rolling of your eyes for what felt like the 100th time that day, “so you’ve come to my room to talk about books?”

Steve turned to you now, pointing in your direction, “there you go again, sighing like being in our presence really is some horrific burden”.

“I mean it is, I’ve not exactly kept this a secret, Rogers” you retorted, walking further into the room.

Bucky shook his head in a condescending manner. “You’ve got a real mouth on you, you know that Doll?”

Snapping your head towards Bucky you couldn’t help the aggressive tone as you snapped, “I’ve asked you to stop calling me Doll, I’m not one of your stupid dames from the 1920s”.

Neither men responded, instead, they looked towards one another, still wandering slowly around the room before Steve settled on the edge of the bed, a sight you never thought you would see and one that you weren’t sure how to feel about, it sent a sort of thrill through you but you shook it off as he began talking.

“You know, Stark mentioned something to us after you stomped off like a child”.

You scoffed, “fuck off Rogers-”

“Let me finish. He mentioned something that we initially shrugged off, in fact, it sort of repulsed us at first but the more we thought about it, the more it started to make sense”.

Steve left you pondering on his statement, “well? What did Stark suggest?”

You watched as Steve stood, taking strong steps towards you, distracting you from Bucky as he too stepped closer from behind. It wasn’t until they stood only a step away that you became a little apprehensive, neck once again straining to look up at the blonde.

“He suggested that we all needed a god, hard, fuck to get over whatever tension there is between us”.

You laughed. Hard. Like really belly laughed until tears were dripping from the corner of your eyes. You had also expected both of them to laugh as well at the ridiculous notion that had been presented to you but they both were watching you with hard expressions. “Wait, you aren’t joking? You can’t be fucking serious, do you really think I want to touch either of you? What a joke.”

Bucky’s cool metal hand was quick as he cupped your throat, cutting off your laughter, his grip hard enough to have you struggling against him but still be able to suck in small breaths. “What the fuck are you doing Barnes?”

Steve began tutting, “No, here’s the thing, you are going to listen to us for once”, he raised his hand to grip your cheeks so that your mouth smushed together so you reached up to hold onto his thick wrist, hoping to ease the grip he had but of course, he didn’t budge. It also didn’t help the situation that you were dressed for bed in only an oversized t-shirt and underwear.

“You have been a pain in our sides since you joined the team, but, we won’t take away that you are an asset on these missions but that doesn’t explain the reason as to why you decided to fight us tooth and nail with every single fucking thing that we do”.

Steve took a breath to calm himself before continuing, “now when Stark said his stupid idea we both brushed him off, but then we thought about it more and more. The way the tension was always thick in the air when the three of us are together, the way my cock twitches in the shower when I think about you in that uniform of yours. We all clearly just need to get things off of our chest or at least…get each other off”.

His lips smirked up as you contemplated this. But surely they couldn’t be serious right? This had to be some big practical joke… but then again, you couldn’t deny the initial attraction that you had when you’d first seen them. I mean, who wouldn’t be attracted to Captain fucking America and the Winter Soldier? They were tall, handsome, incredibly strong, you couldn’t help the schoolgirl crush the first time you’d been introduced to them.

However, after spending more time with them and seeing their arrogance and self-righteousness attitude, you’d ignored that impulse that had struck through you. So no, there was no way that you were actually contemplating this, he had to be making this up.

You were about to try and shove him off again but as your eyes dropped low, you could see the very prominent and remarkably sizeable shape that had formed in his joggers, maybe that serum did more than grow them in height and strength.

Steve caught you staring at his erection, glancing wickedly up to Bucky behind you as he stepped closer, both of their bodies now touching yours so that you could now feel Bucky’s firm rod being prodded into your lower back.

Ok so they were both definitely into this and your mind was racing, images flashing through your mind as to the potential of whatever it was that they were asking for, and your body betrayed your strong willpower as arousal hummed through and in between your legs, causing you to rub your thighs together to ease the tension.

The blonde noticed, his eyes lowering to watch before glazing back towards your face with half-lidded eyes, his pupils widely dilated with arousal.

Pushing on his wrist that was still firmly gripping your cheeks, he let go as you tried to speak with confidence, “fine, if we do this, it doesn’t mean that I’ll stop hating you guys because I still fucking do, but I’ll do whatever it is that you want to do”.

Steve didn’t seem convinced, “not quite what we were hoping to hear. It’s not just what we want to do, I need you to say it’s what you want as well, otherwise, we’re walking straight out of here and not returning and you can continue to think about us whilst in the shower, rubbing between your legs, shouting our names like our super soldier serum can’t hear between floors at just what you do after a mission”.

Your cheeks were burning hot, it had only been a few occasions that you’d done this, you just felt so wound up that you needed to relieve the tension and they both just happened to be the first people you thought of whilst masturbating.

“Fine Rogers, I want this ok? So hurry up and fuck me so I can kick you both out of my room”.

Steve chuckled darkly, squaring his shoulders as he looked above your head towards Bucky and gave a quick nod in his direction.

Bucky’s metal arm finally released your neck, allowing you to take a deep breath in for only a second before you were having his hands grip your thighs, lifting you up until you were folded up against Bucky’s chest, legs now spread in his grip. Scared that you might fall, you reached behind to grip the back of Bucky's head, pulling on his shoulder-length hair.

Steve took a step back, admiring the view before him, and without wasting another moment, he gripped your underwear in two places and effortlessly ripped them in half, chucking the offending material somewhere over his shoulder, now leaving you completely exposed to him.

“Even though you are the fucking bane of my life, I’ve always wanted to do this”, his voice was dark and gruff as he spoke, face inching forward before finally pouncing onto your moistening cunt. Your shout for euphoria made your ears ring from the volume but you couldn’t help it as he didn’t hold back at all, eating you out like a man starved.

His tongue delved deep between your folds, making sure not to miss a single nerve ending, spending specific time to push it into your eager hole, loving how he knew the exact spot to flick his tongue to have your head falling back against Bucky’s shoulder. He then spent time concentrating on your clit, kneading it with his tongue, rotating in circles, sucking it into his mouth, everything so deliciously pleasurably that you were pulling Bucky’s hair harsher, shout out as it all came crashing down, the waves of pleasure pulsing through you.

Steve released your clit slowly, looking up at you with hungry eyes as you tried to regain your breathing, the man definitely knew what he was doing with his tongue that's for sure. Tapping on Bucky’s head, he understand that you wanted to be put down, slowly easing you to your feet.

“My turn”, you seductively whispered, dropping to your knees, ignoring the pinch of pain from the bruises that were on your knees from the mission as you looked up expectedly, mouth wide open and ready.

Both men eased their cocks out of their joggers, leaving the material halfway down their delicious thighs, hands tossing themselves off as they down at you.

“You don’t understand how long I’ve wanted to see you on your knees like this” Bucky explained as he directed you to his cock, pointing it in your face. You were mesmerised by the sheer size of them both, thick and long, it had your mouth watering and also cunt pulsing in anticipation.

Reaching forward you gripped the base of Bucky, making sure to hold his eye contact as you licked along the underside of his cock, wetting it before sucking on his tip and enjoying the way he sucked in a breath at the sensation.

You were only able to take half of his cock to the back of your throat before you were gagging, so you made sure to bob your head, hollowing your cheeks as you moved up, enjoying the salty taste of him. Reaching out with your hand, you gripped onto Steve’s cock, not wanting him to feel lonely as you were able to suck off Bucky and toss off Steve at the same time, loving the sensation of having two of the world's biggest heroes in front of you, falling apart as you used your body.

As tears started to form in your eyes due to gagging over Bucky’s length, you pulled off and started to suck Steve’s cock, alternating between both men’s cock with your mouth or hand. The duo were groaning, hands on the back of your head to hold you there causing strings of saliva to dribble down your chin, mixing with the tears that were flowing down your face from the stimulations

As you tried to take Steve as far as you could into your mouth, the other hand gripping onto Bucky’s member so that it tensed, Steve finally tapped your cheek. Pulling off him, he signalled for you to stand but your knees were wobbly from being in that position so he effectively picked you up, your legs wrapped around his waist as he carried you to the bed.

He placed you in the centre of your unmade bed, pulling off his clothes to match Bucky who had already stripped off. As they stood there watching you lean up on your forearms to inspect their every move, Steve asked, “who do you want first, me or Bucky?”

Smirking up at them, you responded, “why do I have to only pick one when I could have you both”. With that you turned on the bed, lying face first and lifted your arse into the air, presenting yourself to the two of them.

Bucky whistled at the sight, “you really think you can take us both?”

“Oh I know I can take you both, now hurry up and fuck me already”.

Bucky chuckled, “always so demanding Doll”, he knelt on the edge of the bed, pulling your leg back causing you to slide and then turning you so you were once more on your back. Looking down at you with an eyebrow raised he asked in a deepened voice, “What? Not going to chastise me for calling you Doll?”

Scoffing you refrained from rolling your eyes, “there's no way I’m having a go at you right now, not when you stand in the way of providing me with orgasms, Barnes”.

“Hmm”, he leaned over you, forearms resting on either side of your head, his mouth close to yours that you thought he might kiss you but he didn’t, instead he shifted his hips closer. “See, I think you secretly love that name, shall we test that theory?”

“What are you-”

Your words became caught in your throat as he began thrusting into your cunt, slowly and tentatively as to not hurt you, doing a good job at really stretching you out, feeling as if you were nearly at your max already but he kept going and going until finally he brushed against your cervix.

“Fuck” you cursed loudly, eyes rolling back now for a completely different reaction as he allowed your time to adjust until finally, his voice snapped you out of the blissful state.

“So how are you feeling… Doll?” Your pussy squeezed around his cock at the nickname, revealing another one of your well-kept secrets that you did, in fact, enjoy him calling you that name.

Bucky’s face was alight with amusement, loving that he had discovered this about you, “I had the suspicion that the name was turning you on, is that why you so desperately fought us to not call you that, was it because you were becoming aroused?”

“Fuck you, Barnes”.

“Actually, I think it’s more fuck you, Doll” he eased his cock out before sliding back in again. Bucky’s hips snapped into yours, starting off slow before building momentum, your cunt clinging to his cock desperately with each thrust.

It turned you on further to think that Steve was standing just beside Bucky watching you being fucked and with the hyperstimulation of his girthy cock and the fact that this was even happening, your orgasm came on quickly and suddenly. You only just had time to warn Barnes that you were cuming, hands grabbing onto his back as your cunt convulsed around him, squeezing him thoroughly.

Not giving you any time to come down from your high, the brunette whilst still balls deep, turned you both over so he was now underneath and you were now lying on his chest. Tiredly, you looked over your shoulder, smiling as Steve climbed onto the bed and remained behind you.

“Come on then Rogers, let’s see what you’ve got to offer”. Steve smirked at your taunting, reaching to your lips to press his fingers against them, hoping you would open them which you did, and sucked on them, coating the two digits with plenty of spit.

Pulling them out, he aimed them towards your puckered hole, easing one finger in at a time, making sure to thoroughly stretch you out, and adding three more fingers until he was satisfied that you would be able to take him without hurting yourself.

All the while Bucky had remained sheathed in your cunt, still thick and hard, you guessed that this had something to do with the serum that he could stay like this for so long. Without any further waiting, Steve’s cock brushed against your asshole, his warm tip taking its time to tease before being eased in. You felt your body trying to tense at being stretched from the second hole but you willed it to relax, and inch by inch disappeared into your hole.

Just as you felt like you were going to explode from fulness, he stopped, breathing heavily himself. “You’re so fucking tight” he muttered between breaths. The sensation was extremely intense, all of your vulnerable nerves were being touched in both the front and the back.

Steve’s hand fell into your hair once he had composed himself, pulling back harshly, effectively lifting you up from Bucky’s chest so that you had to lean your hands on his pecks whilst his hands rested against your breasts, which were still covered in your oversized shirt.

As Steve began to move, making sure to work with Bucky’s movements, you couldn’t believe how incredible pleasuring it felt, it was almost too much as each graze of someone's cock had you twitching to cum.

It was an endless cycle of smacking hips together, orgasming hard and then them continuing. You weren't even sure how many times your pussy had convulsed around them both but by this point you had more dribble leaking down your chin and your mind was filled with white noise. The boys noticed that you seemed to be nearing your end and willed themselves to stop holding back their own orgasms.

“Fuck I’m going to cum” Steve stuttered first, pulling out at the same time as Bucky and man-handling you onto your back on the bed. You couldn’t even feel your legs, you had been well and truly fucked as the two super soldiers knelt over your face, tossing themselves off vigorously.

Noticing their plan, in your deliriously fucked out brain you managed to open your mouth and stick your tongue out in preparation for their cum. Steve was the first to shoot his load into your mouth, not missing a single drop as you eagerly licked your lips to make sure his salty goodness was drunk. Bucky followed him soon after, also cuming in your mouth but having to catch a drip with his thumb, pushing his white seed back into your mouth which you eagerly suck and drank down.

Closing your eyes, you were completely exhausted, only just being able to hear the boys beginning to redress themselves. Smiling to yourself, you managed to croak out, voice laced with tiredness, “could you both kindly fuck off and close the door behind you”.

Both of them chuckled as they exited without another word, leaving you to sleep peacefully.

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certifiedjaeger · 2 years

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All Bets Are Off

Eren Jaeger x Reader (Modern AU)

Summary: When a bet is made between your boyfriend and yourself to see who would last longer without sex, heated tension rises to explosive levels, revealing who is the weaker between you two.

Notes: This is basically pure smut 😈 I had a lot of fun writing this, so enjoy! ♡

Warnings: 18+ content, dom!eren, sub!reader, rough sex, unprotected sex, slight praise kink, dacryphilia (just a little bit), dubcon (also, not really? but there is one line in there that is borderline dubcon, so I thought I'd add it here)

Word Count: 9K

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A whole month. That’s how long Eren and yourself had agreed to remain abstinent; no sex, no quickies, no oral, nothing. With the small exception of kissing, of course. Kissing had been agreed upon as the only exception to the rules of the current bet as it was brought to your attention that surely no touch at all would end in disaster. Simply put, somebody would crack under such strict conditions. And neither of you intended to be that person. So, why deny yourselves of a simple peck or two here and there and ultimately set yourselves up for failure? You two were just being smart… or at least, that’s what you told yourselves.

How you ended up in this predicament was no mystery. And if you were being completely honest with yourself, this whole mess definitely started with you. You just had to challenge him, didn’t you? A slight offhanded comment about how your boyfriend “could never last a week without sex” and the competitive wheels in his head were already turning.

“Oh, is that what you think? I think you’d be surprised, babe,” he had spoken defiantly that day, not liking the insinuation in your words that he was a weak man. “Plus, I’d last way longer than you. I could easily last weeks… a month even,” he retaliated, narrowing his eyes at the scoff you hadn’t even tried to hide.

“Oh, really? You genuinely believe that you, Eren Jaeger, the man who so desperately paws at me every night, begging me to touch you and play with you, could last longer than me?” The sheer ridiculousness of his statement had caused the incredulous smile on your face to grow even wider, which in turn caused your already offended boyfriend to only become more and more annoyed.

“So what if I like fucking my girlfriend into the mattress every night? That doesn’t mean I need to. Plus, don’t act like you’re not obsessed with me, either” his head had tilted to the side as his accusatory eyes bore into your own, the corner of his lip rising before whispering huskily, “or my body for that matter…” It was his turn to wear the smug smile you had so easily worn seconds prior, as he reached out to gently graze your arm with his fingertips, instantly setting the skin there ablaze; with annoyance or lust, you didn’t know, and you’d see to it that he didn’t either. “Don’t think I don’t know how badly you want me, all the time,” he had emphasized his last words with a smirk, relishing the newly irritated, and slightly flustered, expression that had adorned his girlfriend’s face.

“Well…” you had started, trying to compose yourself at least somewhat, before glancing up at the overly self-confident, yet very perceptive, brunette, “you’re forgetting one thing.”

“Hm? And, what’s that?” the soft tone of his voice instantly being betrayed by the dangerous, emerald eyes threatening you from above.

“I’m strong and you’re weak.”

“I’m weak?” Now, it was his turn to scoff, “Have you lost your fucking mind? What, did you hit your head and forget who you’re dating?”

“When it comes to sex, you’re the weaker one,” you had shrugged as though it were the most obvious thing. “It’s just a fact,” the finality in your tone and the smug expression you wore had him wanting to toss you over his shoulder, throw you on the bed, and punish you all night long, but he knew that that would only prove your point. And, he wasn’t going to let that happen. If Eren Jaeger was anything, it was a stubborn man with something to prove.

And that’s how you two ended up here. Stuck in the middle of a bet neither of you were too keen on participating in, yet stubborn enough to agree to. Who would last an entire month and who would not, that was the question. He was convinced that out of sheer will and spite, he would not be the one to break first, but you knew that he wouldn’t be able to hold back from you for forever. If you wanted to be the one to come out on top, well then maybe, you would just have to get a little creative…

The next two weeks had been nothing short of torture for Eren. You truly were bent on making his life hell, it seemed. The fact that lingerie was apparently the only thing you wore nowadays and that you, suddenly, decided to start sleeping naked was testing his patience more than he cared to admit, or show for that matter. But you saw it on his face, of course you did. How could you not? With his jaw clenched and eyes intensely watching your every move, you knew just how badly he wanted you; how he wished to devour you completely and make you pay for every taunt and criticism thrown his way. After all, it was your fault that you two were in this mess. If he could only have you to himself, even if just for a moment, he would show you just how very sorry you should be. No, he would have you on your knees positively begging for forgiveness. Because how dare you put him through this, how dare you enjoy it so much. And yet still, he would be there to forgive his cruel girlfriend. He’d forgive her malice in forcing him into this bet and would listen to her sung praises as his body ravaged hers at long last. Well, at least that’s what he told himself. Or more like, that’s what his indulgent mind thought about as you pranced around carelessly tempting your poor, sweet boyfriend these last couple of weeks.

It really was only a matter of time. Someone was bound to snap with how you two continually toyed with each other. You with your barely-there lingerie, draping your soft legs over his sensitive, needy lap. And him with his toned chest that never seemed to be covered by a shirt these days, wearing only boxer briefs to retaliate against your new disposition for wearing next to nothing. ‘Fight fire with fire’ is what they say. And Eren was never the type to back down from a fight. He may not always win, but he’ll be sure to give ‘em hell in the meantime.

But god, did losing begin to feel like a more welcoming idea as the days went by. He thought to himself that maybe he was weak, and that maybe being weak for you wasn’t so bad. If it meant that he got to feel your skin against his again, preferably sooner than the fourteen days that remained of the bet, then maybe he would be okay with being a weak man. There was only so much strength left in the poor guy.

The days trickled by and his lingering gaze continuously followed you around the apartment as though he were a predator and you were his prey, slowly stalking his next meal and waiting for the right time to pounce. Anybody could tell that it was only a matter of time until his animalistic impulses took over, even if Eren still wished otherwise. And with you looking as delectable as ever, that moment came shortly after the two-week mark on one very mundane Saturday afternoon.

On this particular afternoon, you had found yourself sitting atop your boyfriend, the two of you intertwined together on the couch and paying attention to the only thing that had truly filled your minds these last two weeks: each other. With you straddling his barely clothed lap and with him gripping your hips in a way one could only describe as being from that of a starved man, slow, sloppy kisses were shared between the two touch-starved people in the otherwise quiet apartment. He found himself deliriously drunk off of the feeling of your lace-covered entrance brushing up against him, leaving a light, glistening spot of slick atop the already dampened mark he adorned; his own arousal leaking through as the agonizingly tempting girl on top of him refused to cease her movements. With the growing tension in his boxer briefs becoming harder to ignore with every passing second, surely something was about to give.

“Fuck,” the boy underneath you whispers, annoyingly detaching his lips from yours while his eyes close as if to gain some semblance of composure. Your bewitching stare doesn’t leave him for a second and he is painfully aware of it. With the way you were looking at him, one might say that the roles had reversed, that Eren were now your prey and that you were absolutely starving. “You have to stop,” he weakly laughs, swallowing dryly at the feeling of his blood continuing to rush to his already-pulsating cock, making him dangerously hard.

“What if I don’t want to?” you whisper back, tightening your arms around his neck and closing the distance once again between the both of you. “This feels nice, don’t you think?” You ask quietly and honestly, your own need for him betraying your other need to win the bet set before you. As strong as you thought you were and as much as you hated to admit it, you wantedhim. You wanted him more than anything, and that thought alone made you wince out of how pathetic you seemed to yourself.

“Is someone enjoying herself too much?” he questions teasingly with a raised eyebrow. With his eyes slowly starting to open, he runs a free hand through the dark brown locks of hair that have escaped his bun while leaning back to rest his head against the wall, his Adam’s apple becoming more pronounced in the process; you watch it bob slightly as he swallows again. The action itself betrays the cockiness in his voice.

“Is it such a bad thing for a girlfriend to enjoy her boyfriend’s touch?” you lean in and tenderly nip at his jawline, taunting him just enough in the hopes that he’ll lose the last sliver of restraint he so desperately is clinging to. The groan he lets out, one that sounds like a mixture of annoyance and desperation, tells you that you’re doing something right. And then suddenly, a tight grip is felt in your hair and you’re yanked back from him.

“Stop teasing me,” his voice carries a serious, threatening tone to it as his eyes stare back at you with a desire so lethal, you almost feel intimidated by it. Almost. But that was just it – You alsodesired the person sitting right in front of you. And at this point, nothing, not even Eren’s failed attempt at scaring you, would get in the way of that. With him wrapping your hair around his fist, keeping you at arm’s length, your lips weren’t able to do any real damage being so far away from his own, which is why you had decided that your hips would do just fine. And, they certainlydo. An enthusiastic roll of your hips against the tight bulge in his boxer briefs instantly causes him to suck in a harsh breath and you can’t help but feel satisfied. “Y/N, stop,” he nearly growls, tightening the relentless grip he has on your hair.

“Do I not make you feel good?” The sweet, almost shy tone in your voice has him rolling his eyes the second he hears it. You stare at him doe eyed, face full of faux innocence, and he doesn’t fall for it – not even a little bit.

“You know exactly how you make me feel,” he drives his hips up into yours, letting you feel just how hard you’ve made him and enjoying the shaky gasp that leaves your lips as a result of the unexpected friction. It was your turn to lose your composure and hold onto him desperately. With your half-lidded eyes and lower lip being bit from how badly you wanted him, you were sure you’d never last another two weeks, not like this. And Eren? Well, Eren was right there with you; he actually thought he was about to lose his damn mind. The sight of his girl like that, sitting so needily on his lap and so desperate to feel him that she couldn’t stop herself from grinding against his thinly clothed cock, well that… that had him seconds away from giving up on the bet entirely. And before either of you knew it, his lips were suddenly attached to yours again, just as desperate as your previous actions had been, if not more. All he knew was that he needed to taste you.

The hand used to keep you away from him found itself to be doing quite the opposite now, as the rough grip he had on your hair softened and instantly brought you as close to him as he could manage. His tongue danced rhythmically against yours and his hands, needy and strong, found their way to your waist, holding you firmly in place, almost as if to say that even if you wanted to leave, he wouldn’t let you. It wasn’t enough, though. He needed more. When it came to you, he always needed more.

“Just wanna fuck you already,” he quietly whines, breath shaky with desire, as he forces some distance between your lips. He knew he was too far gone, that it would just take one little thing to make him break; mere seconds away from giving up on the bet and just giving himself what he trulywanted. Fuck the bragging rights. He needed you and he needed you now. And, there you were. Just as bad as him. Just as needy and desperate to feel his bare skin on yours, to feel him inside of you, stretching you out and hitting that spot so deep inside of you that you were forced to cry out for him. And you would, you would scream his name as much as he wanted, just so long as you got to feel his body against yours once again. The desire you two felt for each other in this moment was so unbelievably unbearable that he felt himself start to give in to you; he was positive that the possessive, eager kisses placed at his jawline were surely about to be his breaking point. Well, that was until he heard you speak…

“Just want your cum in me,” you quietly whine, partly to yourself and partly to him. With how heavenly it feels to have his hands fervently explore your body, and not to mention how unbelievably amazing the scent of his musky cologne is as you continue your assault on his neck, how could you ever think you’d last longer than him? As much as you didn’t want to admit it, you were just as weak as he was, possibly even more. With how pathetically drenched in your own arousal you were, it was time to face the facts and realize that you were the weaker of the two. All the strength you had in denying him instantly left your body and instead was replaced with something else, something that could only be described as total submission; the man didn’t need to say a word, you were prepared to lay down on all fours if he so much as looked at you.

However, it appeared that it wasn’t only your strength that had disappeared in this moment. Because at the sound of your declaration, his body instantly stills and the room grows eerily silent, save for your needy panting against his neck. “What did you just say?”

You shudder slightly at his low, gravelly tone, feeling slight embarrassment from the new wave of arousal you can feel dripping from your center onto the tight bulge in his boxer briefs. The whimper you let out is slightly muffled as you refuse to ease up from his neck.

“Use your words,” he threatens as he grips your waist, digging his fingers into the soft skin there.

“I,” you start, wincing at how pathetic you must seem having been the one to suggest that he was the weaker individual. You whine again, continuing to hide your face in his neck, breathing in his musky scent until your dizzy with desire… until you don’t feel so ashamed anymore. “I said,” you sigh softly, coming around to face him this time and instantly noticing how dark his green irises had become, how piercing the gaze upon you was. The man before you licks his lips and tightens the grip he has on you, waiting in anticipation for you to tell him the one thing he so desperately had been dying to hear these past two weeks.

“I said… I want your cum in me.”

He stares at you for a moment, breathing heavily and looking as though he were fighting with himself, telling himself not to give in, to just walk away and not be the weak man you had so rightfully claimed him to be. But in the end, he was a weak man. And he would gladly take on that title if it meant that he could be inside of you once again.

Before you could question the motionless state he was in or the clear internal struggle going on his mind, he instantly pulls his already leaking cock from his boxer briefs and moves your lacy underwear to the side with his unoccupied hand, thrusting directly into your drenched folds with one swift motion. As he bottoms out in you, feeling your tight, warm walls squeeze around him, he takes a moment to relish the sweet familiar feeling and lets out a deep groan; the raspiness of it mixing perfectly with the softness of your own whimpers. He allows you both a moment to adjust to the new feeling, a feeling that hasn’t been felt in two weeks by either of you. ‘What a fucking joke,” he thinks to himself, realizing how wildly stupid he had been to give up on this feeling just to win some ridiculous bet. He could’ve been experiencing this for the past fourteen days if he simply hadn’t been so stubborn. He makes a quick mental note to never do that again in the future before pulling out of you achingly slow. With his tip nearly falling out of you, your slick juices coating his rigid, veiny cock to make his descent from your body an easy one, he suddenly slams back into you, eyes darkening at the lewd noise filling the apartment.

The scream you let out, sounding like heaven to him, sends a jolt of electricity straight to his flushed tip, already sensitive and needy from being so graciously engulfed by your warmth. You hold onto him tightly and your nails that drive into his shoulders, leaving deep, painful marks, only seem to excite him more. He roughly grabs onto your hips and raises you, making it so he can thrust into you at the speed he wants, and before you know it, he has begun chasing his high. The way in which you hold onto him, as though your life depended on it, brings a smirk to his face and he can’t help but wonder, for your own sake, why you had insisted on teasing him so much the past two weeks.

“P-please… feels s-so good,” you barely manage to get out with the ferocity in which he drives his aching cock into your equally as desperate entrance.

“Yeah, you like that, baby?” his breath falters as if he were in the middle of running a marathon and a moan of agreement slips from your mouth before you even realize it. “Gonna be good for me and let me fuck you the way I should’ve been these last couple of weeks?”

You’re meeting his thrusts at this point, trying to keep up with his relentless pace as you hug his shoulders tightly, your face finding safety in the warmth of his neck once again. “Mhmm,” you mumble against his flushed skin, being entirely too focused on the feeling of his cock slipping from your aching core one second only to have it be driven back up into you the next. Words fail you completely and Eren notices. Of course, he notices.

“What’s wrong, baby?” One might think these were the words of a concerned gentleman, but the voice that speaks them carries no gentleness. Instead, you find yourself shuddering from the mocking, condescending tone used by the man underneath you. “You had a lot to say earlier… Had a lot to say the past two weeks actually,” he licks at your exposed shoulder, nipping the skin there lightly. “Now you grow quiet?” His smirk against your neck is what you feel first, and the deep vibration from a chuckle is what you feel second. As the sound of skin slapping against skin overtakes the apartment, he almost didn’t catch the small whine you let out. Almost. But he would recognize that small, angelic whimper anywhere. Suddenly, you’re roughly and swiftly removed from your hiding place as you’re once again pulled back by your hair, the pain instantly melting into pleasure.

“Use your words,” he growls as green eyes a few shades darker than you’re normally used to intensely lock onto yours. “Tell me you want me.” Words that are normally muttered as a pathetic act of desperation, a man begging to be his lover’s object of desire, but instead are given as an order, commanding you to tell the truth. Because truth be told, he knows exactly how badly you want him. He just needs to hear you say it.

“Want you,” you struggle to speak, moans seeming to be the only thing your voice is capable of right now, before you then feel him still all of his movements, the apartment once again growing much too silent for your liking. Your nails dig deeper into his skin as you wait in anticipation, secretly wishing that he would stop playing with his food already.

“Sorry, love, couldn’t quite catch that?” The aggravating smile evident in his voice causing you to groan with annoyance, before his hips viciously drive up into yours, making you scream out for him once again as he then goes back to relentlessly rutting his cock into your warm entrance. “It’s quite loud in here from somebody’s wet cunt making such lewd noises,” he grunts. “You’ll have to speak up,” the genuine laugh he lets out, you know, is caused solely by the bashful, displeased look overtaking your face.

“I want you, you fucking asshole,” you mumble with furrowed eyebrows. The pout that forms on your lips makes his harsh façade fall for half a second as he takes in the adorable sight of your needy, angry face.

“That’s all you had to say, baby,” he eagerly leans in to reattach his lips to yours, showing you just how much he needs you, as well. Excitedly, he holds your body against his and moves you both so you’re laying down; your back resting comfortably against the seat of the couch and his warm chest resting against yours. He moves like a man who’s been neglected for far too long, like a man who’s finally got what he wanted. Quick work is made of the little clothing you both wear, and before you know it, your bare bodies are intertwined with one another, back to making the crude noises Eren so desperately had wished to hear these past two weeks.

The kisses he places along your neck quickly turn into bites as he sucks and nips at your delicate skin, leaving it to bruise under his rough, frenzied touch. The combination of his woodsy scent and his deep ragged breaths against your ear leaves you dizzy with how much more you need of him. His eyes are shut tight from the pleasure your body so graciously awards him, but you’d never know from the way he hides his head in between the crevice of your neck, strands of dark brown hair softly touching the side of your face with every movement. He momentarily licks at your skin before his breath falters, the feeling of your warm walls squeezing around him quickly sending a hot spark throughout his body at the deliciously tight sensation.

“Fuck,” he groans deeply, biting your shoulder to quiet the pathetic moans begging to escape his lips. “Turn around,” a harsh, demanding voice suddenly speaks out, contrasting greatly with the needy groans that had just filled your ears. His patience, if he still had any, is wearing thin, and you know he isn’t going to be able to hold himself back for that much longer. The composure he still tried to hold onto has all but nearly gone and he needs to be even further inside of you. You quickly do as your told, feeling slightly dissatisfied with the feeling of him detaching from your body, before you turn over on your wobbly hands and knees. His own hands have a slight tremble to them as he grips the soft flesh of your hips and leans in close to your body; his tip that leaks precum along the inside of your thigh does well to chill the skin there, but the feverish breaths he lets out against your neck only serve to make you warmer. With his giant presence looming over you, he places a small kiss against your back, his all-too-familiar way of checking in with you during moments such as these. “Be good for me, yeah?” he whispers against your skin, the softness in his voice contradicting how he was about to treat your body.

“Always,” you whisper back. A small chuckle is heard from the man above you at the sound of that word; it was your response that you always gave to him and yet, he could swear that you were in fact notalways well-behaved when he asked you to be. But who would he be to question your authenticity right now, especially when you were so sweetly and obediently lying underneath him like this? “That’s my girl,” he confidently smirks, teasing his aching tip at your entrance and rubbing small circles against your hips with his thumbs, before then plunging his cock deep inside of you. He couldn’t help the raspy groan he breathed out or the way that his eyes closed as he threw his head back in pleasure; the feeling of your warm, succulent walls taking him in once again causing him to grow delirious. “You fucking,” he growls, roughly pulling away before slamming himself back into you, “always feel so good, baby.” As a way of trying to get even closer to you, his body mindlessly leans forward, driving his cock so deep into your pulsing walls that he nearly has you seeing stars; he’s so eager and desperate to have you swallow him whole that the whole couch moves alongside his own powerful movements. The rough grasp he has on your hips disappears and instead you feel the warm, rough palms of his hands on your back, pushing you further down to the couch until your stomach rests perfectly against the cushion. And, he holds you there. Relentless and determined, he holds you there. The powerful hands that encompass your back don’t allow you to move even an inch as the man above you drills into you from behind, too engulfed in his own pleasure to even think about letting up. And you lay there, taking it all like the good girl you said you would be.

You supposed that it was what you deserved after all this time teasing him. You know how your boyfriend is and you also know that he can only take so much before he explodes. Not that you were complaining. You had always thought it to be one of his more entertaining qualities. And now here you were, seeing him overcome with too much pent-up frustration and taking it out on the one person who deserved it. Except that you were loving every second of it. With the way that he was holding you down like a doll to be used solely for his own pleasure, and with the feeling of his tip repeatedly brushing up against the spot you needed him most, he had you on the verge of tears, deliriously crying out for him. But you wanted more. After a long two weeks without his touch, you needed more.

“Does that feel good, baby?” He listens intently to your needy whimpers, loving how you just can’t seem to hold back the moans forcing their way from your lips. Not to mention the way your face contorts with pleasure, eyes shut tight and mouth agape, too overcome with the euphoric feeling of him inside of you to hide the pure ecstasy written all over your face. He had missed seeing and hearing you like this, and as a result, hatedhimself for ever agreeing to that ridiculous bet. “Fuck, you sound so hot when you’re moaning my name,” he groaned, muttering the words mostly to himself, almost as if he had forgotten how heavenly his name sounded coming off of your tongue. He could actually feel more precum trickle from his sensitive tip at the sound of your next melodic whimper and before you knew it, one of his large hands reached into your hair and pulled you back, making a simple, yet serious demand in the process.

“Up.”

The grip in your hair was persistent in its strength as he continued to pull you up until you were once again weakly on your hands and knees for him. “Good girl,” he praised, his voice husky, yet starting to weaken, seeing you in such an obedient state for him; the sight of you like this causing him to lose even more of his composure. You see, he actually hadbeen holding back. Ensuring himself that he wouldn’t go too far, that he wouldn’t be overly rough with your body, but here you were, once again making things more and more difficult for him. All he wanted was to truly let loose, to show you just how much you were driving him fucking crazy. And with the feeling of you constricting your walls around him, suffocating him with your warmth so deliciously, something was about to give. ‘The things you do to me,” he thought to himself. Only those who have had a glimpse of heaven would probably understand. It was too much, and he suddenly found himself leaning down to hug his warm body to yours, snapping his hips into yours with a feverish passion one could only describe as being from that of a man whose animalistic instincts have finally taken over. With his head swimming with thoughts of the release he so desperately needed your body to give him, and with the way he seemed to lose all control of his hips, driving his cock into you further, deeper, he felt overwhelmed and bit down harshly onto your shoulder.

“God, you have me out here like a bitch in heat,” the raspy sound of his voice and the ragged breaths he lets out against your skin perfectly complement the ferocity in which he thrusts into you; very much like how a wild animal would who’s simply behaving as nature intended them to.

“Shouldn’t I be the bitch in heat?” you correct him weakly, breathing out a small laugh, which makes him grunt against your skin. As much as he loved joking around with you, he had no time for jokes right now, feeling too preoccupied with how fucking amazing it felt to be inside of you once again after all this time. If you weren’t as strung out on carnal bliss as he was and somehow had the ability to laugh during this, well then, he would just have to fix that.

With his hand suddenly and mercilessly reaching in between your legs, he began to rub powerful circles against your clit, feeling positively smug about the fact that he was now the one who was laughing. The loud gasp that filled the room brought an arrogant smile to the man’s face as he continued his skillful work on your little bundle of nerves. “Go ahead, babe. Keep laughing,” his dangerous tone threatening you to so much as mutter a soft chuckle again while he carried on with his harsh, heavenly movements. But you could barely even focus on his words at this point. All you could think about was the fire beginning to pool in your abdomen as he brought you that much closer to your peak.

“God, please,” you cry out, the glistening tears in your eyes spilling over at the almost-too-intense feeling. Your hands, desperate and weak, hold on tightly to the cushions underneath you as your body tenses, feeling your release approaching.

“Oh, is that how you see me? Like a God?” he mocks, adorning a smirk once more; fully aware of how dangerously close you were to your release with how your body trembled underneath his. “Fuck, babe, I knew I was good… But I didn’t know I was that good,” the smug expression on his face surely would have cost him a slap if you were able to see him. And with the arrogant tone of his voice, you desperately felt the sudden need to humble your overly-confident boyfriend. But with the state you were in now, so hungry to feel that coil inside of you snap and so desperate for Eren to be the one to make that happen, the best you could do was constrict your warm walls tightly around his throbbing cock once more. And boy, did that wipe the smile right off his face.

“F-fuck,” he stutters, feeling his cock twitch at the sudden feeling, and groaning deeply while a shiver runs through his body. “Baby, I can’t last much longer with you like this,” his voice, now weak and soft, speaks only the truth; all traces of arrogance suddenly disappearing. “I need you to cum, babygirl. Please cum for me,” he pleads as his ring-adorned finger viciously continues rubbing small circles against your clit. And who would you be to disobey his request? Especially when he was so sweet and desperate for it; almost as much as you were. And, of course, since you were in the business of being a good girl today, you had no other choice but to do exactly as you were told.

You give yourself over to him completely and feel yourself quickly begin to lose control. As the pleasure in you starts to build up, you feel your body quiver underneath his and it becomes more and more of a struggle to hold yourself up. And suddenly, as if sensing your weakened state, he holds one arm tightly around your waist and hugs you closer to his body; small strands of hair starting to fall in front of his eyes as his thrusts become more erratic, more wild. With one last bite on your shoulder from the man above, you suddenly feel the tight band that had been expanding in your abdomen snapand you have no choice but to succumb completely to the new white-hot pleasure coursing through your veins; mind-numbing ecstasy filling every area of your body.

“Fuck-“ he grunts, ragged breaths making it too difficult for him to speak. “Such a good girl,” he breaths out, closing his eyes this time at the overwhelming feeling of you writhing underneath him, clenching your now soaked cunt wildly around his overly desperate cock. With the blissful pressure he felt building up inside of him, his body begging for release, he had to do everything in his power just to hold on for a couple of more minutes. Because he wasn’t ready to let go yet. He needed more. He had been deprived for too long and he sure as hell wasn’t ready to give up this feeling just yet. “Makin’ it so easy for me to fuck your perfect little pussy, baby,” he huskily whispers, continuing to drive his cock wildly into you as you send a new wave of slick along his length, beginning to feel the earth-shattering electricity in your body start to dissolve into a soft pleasure. The apartment was filled with obscene, lewd noises just as Eren was filled with carnal lust; he swore he was about to explode right then and there, which unfortunately, is why he had to force himself out of you.

“Why the fuck do you have to make me go crazy like that,” he panted, running a shaky hand through his now messy locks while slowly pumping his unattended length with the other. While he was giving himself a moment to catch his breath and collect his composure, you were still coming down from your high and also focusing on catching your breath to even notice the absolutely wild state you had left him in. But with a glance back in his direction, your eyes, now hazy and full of bliss, fall upon his dark ones, and you’re able to see right there in that moment just how far gone he is. However, regardless of the urgent, lustful look in his eyes, a sudden boyish grin appears on his face as he shakes his head in utter disbelief, thinking only of how beautiful you look beneath him and that he had been the one to make you look like this. It truly baffled him. He lets out a shaky breath and slowly leans down to carefully rub his hands down your back, soothing you in your sensitive state. Another gentle kiss is placed to your back and you find yourself instinctively preparing for the overwhelming, raw feeling of pleasure you were about to experience. “Are you ready, babe?” his voice silky and tender as he whispers against your ear. The breath you let out is one of excitement, for you know that he doesn’t intend to hold back anymore, that he means to give you everything you had only dreamed of the past two weeks.

“Eren, please,” you whimper weakly, needing to feel him in you again, needing to be full of him.

“Once I start, I won’t be able to stop,” he bites your shoulder softly before leaning in closer to your neck, placing a gentle kiss to the skin there. “And after all, you’re the one who said you wanted my cum, right?” he chuckles lowly in response to the way you lightly sway your hips back toward his leaking tip, needy and desperate to feel him inside of you once again, wishing desperately for him to unload every ounce of cum he has into your now sensitive walls. “Isn’t that right, babygirl?”

Weakly, yet eagerly, you nod your head at the enticing man’s question, turning your head slightly to watch him lick his lips before leaning back to place an impatient kiss to them. He tastes you completely, devouring you as much as he desires, and savoring every last bit of it. He swirls his tongue around yours and sucks your bottom lip into his mouth before biting it, swallowing your moans all the while. Sucking, and nipping, and licking at your bruised lips, just needing to feel you on him, needing you as close as possible. It was the type of kiss that made him feel both weak and strong, powerful and breathless; the type of kiss that had him swearing he'd never again complain about being a weak man for you, not when you made him feel like this, not when this is what awaited him every night. He would gladly become a weak fool of a man, yearning and begging for the simple touch of your warm lips against his, anytime you deemed it necessary. He’d be as weak as they come, if it only meant he got to have you.

“Fuck me.”

And with that small whisper against his lips, he found that that’s exactly what he was going to do. The sound you hear him emit could only be described as a low growl as the warmth of his chest suddenly disappears against your back, only to have the feeling of his hands on your hips reappear. With a sudden snap of his hips, you cry out in both pain and pleasure, as he instantly drives his pulsing cock back inside of your overstimulated walls. Much like yourself, the couch seemed to be moments away from breaking, and you’d be lying if you said there wasn’t a part of you that feared what your neighbors would think of the loud, crude noises coming from your apartment; an obnoxious mixture of obscene moans, skin slapping against skin, and sobs of pleasure filling the building as no other than Mr. Jaeger of apartment 3F desperately chases after his own release.

At this point, you’re deliciously overstimulated; tears start to peak out over your eyelashes once again as your hands search for anything to hold onto. All the while, he never stops, relentless as ever; not letting up for even a second. And god, did it feel fucking amazing… Maybe that was just it, perhaps he had been right - Maybe he is a God.

His thrusts quickly become erratic once more, pure animalistic instincts taking over as the man begins to lose control of his hips. With his grip on your waist loosening, he’s suddenly bending over you and pushing as deep as he possibly can into your wet heat, all the while cursing under his breath a string of expletives and moans you were sure the devil himself would find obscene. Then with one last deep, raspy groan filling the air, his thrusts slow tremendously, his hips seemingly moving on their own accord now, as he lets you milk his cock for everything he has; everything he has wanted to give you over the past two weeks, but couldn’t. He gently slides his cock in and out of your folds, his long length twitching inside of you as hot ropes of cum shoot out from his sensitive tip, filling you to the brim just as you were meant to be filled. The sweet, desperate moans you hear come only from a man who has completely lost control, who has given himself over to the mindless, explosive pleasure your body so graciously awards him. In this moment, he loses all memory of any bet, of any ridicule from his lover, and of how torturous these last couple of weeks had been for him; all that consumes him is you. And then with one last final thrust, he plunges his cock as deep as he can into you and holds you there, savoring the feeling of you being so utterly and completely full of him.

After a moment, he eventually lets go of your body, slowly pulling out of you to his and your dismay, and collapses in exhaustion next to you on the couch. Your equally as exhausted body drops to the cushion, and you lay there panting against the fabric. The silence that ensues has a calm air surrounding it, regardless of the rough, raw nature of what had just occurred. An unspoken comfort fills the both of you while you lay there, relishing the last little shockwaves of pleasure that hit you in the aftermath of your sinful time together. The dawning realization of your lost bet comes only a few moments later as the sweet bliss in your veins starts to dissipate.

“Fuck,” you groan, slowly starting to turn onto your back. “We didn’t last long at all,” you comment, earning a soft chuckle from your lover.

“No, we did not,” he playfully agrees as a content sigh leaves his lips. With a quick glance in your direction, he notices you staring at the ceiling with eyes glazed over and mouth slightly parted, looking absolutely exhausted from your previous activities. “C’mere,” his voice is but a soft whisper as he raises his arm, beckoning you over to lay on his chest. Your weak muscles somehow find the strength to move you into this new position, with your head resting on his chest and his arms snaking their way around your waist, securing you tightly to him as if they meant to never let you go. A sudden kiss is placed to the top of your head, lingering there as the man, so rough and wild before, now softly breathes in the scent of your floral shampoo. “You okay?” he speaks up after a moment, voice tinged with just a hint of worry as he observes your quiet, disheveled form.

Sensing the slight panic in his voice and feeling the need to quell his worries, you look up at him with a lazy, yet happy, smile, whispering a soft “mhm”. The positively blissed-out expression and satisfied tone of your voice causes a quiet laugh out of the brunette.

“Are you hurt?” he gently asks; his thumb rubbing small circles against your bare waist as the now slow, steady pace of his heartbeat relaxes you even further. With a small shrug of your shoulders, you do your best to calm the already worried man, but you know full well that you’ll be a sore mess in the morning.

“I guess we’ll find out tomorrow,” you answer honestly, the man beside you clearly being dissatisfied with the answer you give him as a small frown forms on his lips.

“Fuck, I’m sorry, babe… I was a bit rough,” he runs his hand down your arm soothingly, wincing as he thinks about the brutal, merciless way in which he just used your body. He sighs once more, albeit this time out of disappointment and shame, before placing another kiss atop your head, almost as if saying ‘please forgive me’.

“Should’ve been more gentle,” he quietly muses to himself as his fingertips trace gently across your skin. “Give me a second and I’ll look you over.”

“Hm?” you question, immediately hating the feeling of his warmth leaving you as he moves his body off of the couch. You watch him walk away, hair the messiest you’ve ever seen it as the bun he had secured it in prior to your intimate activities barely held on to his dark brown strands, instead now having most of his shoulder length hair run wildly. The sight alone brings a giggle to your lips and you instantly feel the need to fix it for him. Your entertaining thoughts are cut short, however, by the reappearance of your very nude boyfriend suddenly walking back toward you, this time accompanied with a washcloth in his clasped hand.

And what a sight it was. This tall, tan absolute God of a man confidently striding toward you; veins prominent in his strong arms from the adrenaline that so viciously coursed through his body moments earlier, the couple of tattoos he had on those very arms looking that much better with every flex of his muscles, and the way his ring-adorned fingers shone under the golden glow of the sun in your apartment. Not to mention the way that you suddenly missed resting your head on him as you glanced at his toned chest and the way that you wanted nothing more than to nuzzle your face in the crook of his neck, breathing in his musky cologne and feeling his silky chestnut hair against your skin. How carefree and godly he looked casually making his way back to you, as if without a care in the world who saw him like this. As if it was a gift to any who caught a glimpse of his true self. And it was. God, it was.

He must have noticed you gazing at him, as vibrant green eyes, that hold a certain all-knowing look to them, suddenly narrow in your direction; a confident smile playing out on his face while a shy smile plays out on yours. Then before you know it, he’s playfully grabbing your ankle as if to say, ‘I know what you’re thinking about,’ before leaning down to place a gentle kiss along the skin there, emerald eyes never leaving yours for a second. His smile says it all – He knows how badly you adore him. He just hopes that you know the feeling is mutual.

He's careful and attentive as he gently cleans you up, placing more tender kisses to your skin and eliciting small giggles from you in the process; a particular sweet sound that makes his heart flutter, only further encouraging his cheeky behavior. He sighs in satisfaction, feeling comforted by the fact that he doesn’t see any visible marks on the front of your body; your neck is a mess, however, being covered in red marks where he had lovingly nipped at you, but the rest of your front seems to be okay. He smiles to himself feeling that he wasn’t a total vicious asshole.

“Baby, could you please turn over?” he asks softly, to which you do; his strong palms meanwhile helping you to lay on your stomach. He looks you over once more and instantly frowns. “Shit,” he quietly mutters to himself, noticing some purpling already taking place on the sides of your hips. He already knew that he had maybe taken it a bit too far, that he should have eased up his hold on you, but this just confirmed it. Not that you would ever complain. He knew you liked it when he was rough and he also knew that you would tell him no matter what if it was too much or if you weren’t enjoying yourself. It’s not even that he doesn’t like seeing his girl all marked up by him; the marks left behind being his own beautiful way of making his territory, his own desire and attraction toward you manifesting on your skin. Simply put, it’s just that he hates the guilt that follows. He feels like an absolute failure of a boyfriend for having hurt you in the first place, even if that hurt comes from pleasure. Eren knows how much you hate seeing him worry like this, though, so even though he feels dejected and releases another small sigh, he tells himself not to fret too much about it, which coincidentally, is what you would have told him, too. He knows this because it’s always what you tell him. And yet still, he can’t seem to stop his face from wincing as he takes in your appearance.

“What’s the verdict, doc?” His thoughts, and the trance he has on your body, are quickly interrupted as you turn around, giving him a warm smile and lightheartedly joking to distract him from his worried thoughts.

The dazzling smile you wear eases his heart and he finds himself leaning in closer to you, resting on one arm while the other traces gentle patterns on the soft skin of your stomach. “Well, I’m sorry to say, but…” he trails off, a fake frown adorning his face. “Looks like we’re going to have to take a trip to the hospital… You see…” The way you’re already rolling your eyes at him causes a small chuckle from his lips as he leans in closer to your own. “My girlfriend has been terribly hurt-“

“Oh my god, shut up,” your laugh fills the apartment as you hastily put your hand over his face, blocking his lips from reaching yours. “You’re so dramatic,” you roll your eyes once more as you then roll onto your side, hiding the giant smile you wear from your ridiculous boyfriend. “Why are you like this,” you question playfully, voice muffled as you hide your face in the cushion beneath you.

“I just think that a quick trip to the ER would really help with these bruises, babe, that’s all,” he replies sarcastically, not bothering to hide his laughter like somebody he knows. The sight of you trying so desperately to hide the smile he had caused does wonders to his heart, while his mind seems to fill with only one resounding thought: ‘god, she’s so fucking cute’.

“Shush,” you softly laugh through the smile you could no longer hide as you turn around to face the charming funnyman, placing your hand over his mouth once again. “Shh, it’s quiet time now, you’re not allowed to speak anymore,” you jokingly threaten before shrieking at the feeling of his tongue peeking out to lick your hand. “I hate it when you do that, Eren,” you try to sound like a mixture of both disgusted and serious, but your laughter ends up betraying both efforts.

“Okay, fine,” he rolls his eyes before taking that same hand to place a kiss to the back of it; his own personal form of an apology. “I am sorry, though,” his tone more gentle now as his green irises softly find yours in a moment of sincerity. “I’ll be more gentle next time, I promise,” his boyish grin reappears, making you smile contentedly as you reach up to rake your fingers through his messy hair.

“Not too gentle, I hope,” you raise an eyebrow, watching his innocent smile began to falter as you slightly smirk at the man before you.

“Don’t start,” he warns with an incredulous smile, shaking his head at your devilish ways.

“Wait!” you exclaim, eyes widening as a terrible thought suddenly occurs to you.

“What?” he quickly asks, voice laced with concern and eyebrows furrowing at your sudden state of distress.

“Does this mean that we have to start the bet all over again and still do another month?” You ask, terror rising on your face.

“NO, we are never fucking doing that again.”

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