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imagine nerd!eren rejoicing and boasting during his book club about you, Ms. Perfect taking his virginity. He’d be so bashful, face brighter than the ripest apple as he recounts the memories. The boy who was afraid to harm a fly, but fucked you so good that you couldn’t bear come to school the next day, cock drunk. The virgin boy who spilled his cum into you three strokes in, but he was so horny he went on for hours. It was his first time could you blame him, and your pussy was just that good. Goes to the bathroom whips out his phone and scrolls through your instagram stroking his dick because he misses you so much and heads right back to his club being the good student he is.

pussy whipped

nerd!eren who comes to your house to “check” up on you, sweater wrapped knuckles knocking on your front door. Greeted by your mom who then takes him upstairs to your room. “umm… y/n I-I was just wondering,” he’d begin pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose and turning his face away cause he’s that embarrassed “could we do it again, cause it felt really really good.”

# when his child comes home with a love letter !

✫ ft: dad! akaashi , sakusa , atsumu , kuroo , iwaizumi , suna

✫ a/n: the kids are in elementary school (so think kindergarten & 1st grade!) i don’t specify that reader is a parent for the sake of not using gendered terms such as “mom” !!

✫ AKAASHI is a bit surprised when his son shows him the love letter, urging him to read it. keiji looks it over and nods along as his son tells him about the classmate he got the love letter from. he has to admit, it’s quite cute seeing his shy and collected boy so happy about a little sheet of paper covered in hand-drawn hearts. “how about we right one back?” keiji sits his son down beside him and helps him write a polite letter thanking his classmate for professing their feelings to him. and as his son scribbles out the words in his childish handwriting, keiji smiles to himself, wishing he had the courage to write love letters when he was a young boy.

✫ SAKUSA can’t help but feel disgusted. every morning, he drops his pretty girl off to school, little bows in her hair that looks like his, to learn, so why is she coming back home with a pink heart-shaped paper covered in “i love you”s? she walks up to him and holds up the letter, giggling and smiling as she tells him about the cute boy who sits across from her. “you’re too young for boys, angel, why don’t we write each other love letters instead?” he kisses her cheeks repeatedly as she swings her legs back and forth in her seat, making the prettiest letter for her dad.

✫ ATSUMU tells his daughter about how he “used to get a lot of those in my day.” to be honest, atsumu is kind of upset that his daughter got a love letter (from a boy who probably picks his nose, he thinks). she’s still young — he wishes that she’d give all her love and attention to her dad, not some random boy at school. he hides his feelings, though, and tells her, “of course ya got one, my baby’s the cutest!” and when she pulls him in for a hug that night, giving him a kiss on the cheek as she does every night, atsumu feels secure knowing that she’s so loved.

✫ KUROO chuckles when his son tries to hide the love letter behind his back. of course, he sees it and proceeds to ask him about it. his son tells him that a girl gave it to him during recess, and that he wants to ask her to be his girlfriend. kuroo prides himself in knowing that his son got his confidence. “we should get her something, yeah? what about a spelling book?” kuroo’s son glares at his dad, feeling oh so offended that he insulted his soon-to-be girlfriend. but being the incredible dad he is, kuroo sends his son to school the next day with handmade chocolate covered pretzels and a pat on the back (for good luck).

✫ IWAIZUMI feels embarrassed when his daughter comes home with a love letter. how is he supposed to tell her that these are grown-up things? he chuckles at the thought of a little boy writing her a love letter. he never wrote love letters as a kid (he always had trouble expressing his emotions to those he loves). and even though hajime wants to tell his daughter that she shouldn’t be receiving love letters, he decides against it. “daddy, can we invite him to watch godzilla with us?” how can he say no when his favorite girl wants to spend time with her dad, as well?

✫ SUNA simply looks at his daughter in awe, mouth gaping slightly, as she jumps around and giggles at the drawing of her and her classmate. he takes the love letter from her, mumbling that it “isn't even a good drawing.” but she's having fun with her little schoolgirl crush, so he doesn't say anything else. that night, he goes to her room to see what she’s up to before going to bed, and she tells him to help her choose the colors for her drawing. of course, he sits down cross-legged on her purple carpet and hands her crayon after crayon so she can finish her own love letter before she goes to bed. with a kiss to her head, he just hopes her dreams will be full of memories of her and her dad.

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Little Slayer /// Uzui Tengen x Fem reader

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Rating: Explicit

Summary: After a difficult slaying you find yourself stumbling to a familiar mansion to be taken care of for the night

Word count: 4k+

Warnings/tags: !Some Spoilers from manga! Exhibitionism, reader is bisexual, Poly ship, She/Her pronouns, All characters are adults, SMUT 18+ Only

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Being one of the newest demon slayers meant being sent on missions no one else would ever consider. On your way home for a very taxing slaying, you depend on your crow to guide you to the safe house for somewhere to sleep for the night as you were in no condition to defend yourself. Stumbling your way through a dense forest you nearly sobbed when you were able to see the brilliant purple flowers surrounding a familiar mansion.

Barely able to stand let alone walk you use your blade as a cane, hobbling down the dirt trail that opened up to the estate. You wander through the maze of wisteria trees leading to the arched entrance, not having enough energy to stop and admire their beauty.

The stone path to the house was hard to navigate using your sword as a cane, the small gaps in stone trapping your sword when you pressed your weight down. This made the short journey take longer than you wanted to admit.

The mansion ahead was built in the traditional Japanese style letting you see light through the shoji. When you squinted your eyes you could see vague shadows moving around in one of the rooms near the center of the house. You let out a sigh of relief knowing at least someone was still awake to let you in.

When you reach the steps leading into the home you immediately strip off your blood-soiled outer clothing not wanting its stench to get anywhere near the inside of their home. You fight back tears bending down to remove your zori and bandages covering your legs. The rush of surviving another demon has worn off leaving you to feel every cut and bruise marring your skin.

You could hear mumbling inside the home but did not want to yell out your arrival just yet, needing to take a minute to gather your emotions. The last thing you wanted to do was cry in front of them.

“Tengen!” A loud feminine voice yells inside the home, “Someone is at the door, are we expecting visitors.”

You could hear nothing else inside the house before the door slammed open revealing the retired Hashira. He was wearing his night robe, his hair free around his face. Despite the pain you smile weakly, happy to see him again, “Sorry for the interruption.” You wince, pressing your hand to the wound on your abdomen, “But I need some assistance.”

Behind him, three pairs of eyes peek around his body. You could hear a quiet gasp as they take in the state of your body. Before Uzui can open his mouth to respond six hands immediately descend onto your body.

“What happened!” Makio yelled, gently poking the blood-soaked bandages around your left arm.

“You look awful, how long have you been out on your own?” Hinatsuru questioned at the same time. Her gentle hands grab ahold of your upper arm and lower back to help you support your weight.

Poor Suma already had fat tears rolling down her cheek, wailing as she fell to her knees to wrap her arms around your waist. You use what little strength you had to pat her on the shoulder and try to reassure all of them.

“I am alright, it looks worse than it really is,” You coo, plastering another weak smile on your face, though you were sure it looked more like a grimace.

Uzui scowled looking unconvinced. He walked over to where the four of you were huddled and crossed his large arms over his chest as he looked down at you with one eye, his other covered by a jeweled patch. You shift your weight under his gaze, ignoring how small you felt around him. He towered over all of you, your head not even coming to the middle of his chest.

He bends, tilting his head as he takes you in, “How long have you been traveling in this condition?”

You cough to clear your throat, “I’m not sure,” you wince at how gruff your voice sounded, “The demon I was sent after was much stronger than was expected.” You gesture to your bloody clothing, “It took a few days to take him down.”

Uzui's lips lift into a snarl, “If the demon was stronger than your level you should have aborted the mission and had another slayer complete it instead of putting yourself at risk.”

Your gaze falls to the ground, your eyes growing heavy with unshed tears, “I thought I could handle it.”

Soft reassuring words were mumbled around you as his wives tried to bring you comfort but he was right. The second you lost the fight the first time you should have sought reinforcements. If the demon had not slipped on your blood when running towards you there is little chance you would still be on this earth.

He sighed, his shoulders slouching, “I will ready a bed for you for the night,” He turns and enters his home without another word. You bite your inner cheek to prevent yourself from letting the tears fall.

“He is just worried about you,” Hinatsuru said, petting your back, “When you left the last time we were all so worried. Every night we made sure to have one of us stay awake in case you were to find your way here again.”

Your heart swells, knowing they cared so much about you was one of the greatest feelings in the world. Your first visit to the retired Sound Hashiras estate had been much less eventful than tonight. You were returning from a small mission taking out a newly turned demon. Your crow insisted you take the rest of the night off, leading you to the estate. You would have never guessed how one little action could have changed the entire course of your life. The nights you spent with them were some of the best of your life.

Hinatsuru had made sure to cook for you every night, she claimed it was to get your strength up but you were almost positive she enjoyed watching you eat as much as you enjoyed eating her food. When you were not eating Makio was testing you, constantly finding new ways to improve your skills. All the while Suma never left your side, attached to your hip as you explored the estate.

Uzui watched all of this with amusement, even taking the time to show you a few of his own moves when Makio was taking a break. At the end of each day, you all gathered for dinner, telling each other stories and listening to Uzui reminisce about his time in the demon slayer corps.

When dinner had long finished and talking turned into yawns you retired to your room, saying goodnight to your hosts as they filed into their shared room. When you laid your head to sleep you never got any rest, instead, you were blessed with the sounds of rapture emitting from the room next to you.

Makio, always so eager, was usually the first to initiate their lovemaking. Her rough and aggressive nature fell away as she begged her lovers for attention. Suma, so eager to please would answer her calls first, taking the time to bring Makio pleasure while the other two also worked each other up.

After the first round of cries died down it was not long until the entire house filled with moans once more. Uzui, always the overachiever, made sure each of his wives was screaming out his name before he let out his own groans of pleasure.

The first night you were able to resist the temptation to bring your hand down and stroke your needy cunt but listening every night for weeks broke down your will to resist until your soft moans started to bled with theirs, making a beautiful symphony.

But when it was all died down and the unique family held each other close you rested alone, the feeling of emptiness suffocating. How you wished someone loved you how they loved each other.

Your days continued as normal, the five of you falling into a schedule leaving little time for you to dwell on your single status but when the time came for you to be called away for another mission you instantly were filled with dread. You did not want to leave the safe paradise you had come to privately call home.

You waited to tell them about your departure until dinner that night, not wanting the last day you had with them to be full of tears. In the morning when it was time to leave the wives helped you pack your bag making sure you had plenty of food and bandages. Makio had even insisted she would come with you to assist but thankfully Suma and Hinatsuru managed to talk her out of that idea.

Saying goodbye was unbearable, they each held you tight in their arms taking the time to say a private goodbye. When it was Uzui’s turn to bring you into his arms he pulled you close, resting his hand on the back of your head. “Do not do anything foolish while you are gone,” he brought his hand around to settle under your chin, “Be sure to return here after you finish this mission.”

You smile, “Is that an order?”

He smirks, squeezing the fat on your cheek, “Yes I, the God of flamboyancy, command you to return to me once your mission is complete. After all, there is still much I must teach you about being flamboyant, you are still only a beginner.”

You laugh bowing slightly, “Oh mighty one your wish is my command.”

They all waited outside the house as you left, only going inside when you were long gone. Three months would pass before you would find your way back to their home covered in blood.

“But he is right,” you mumble, thrusting yourself back into the present, “I should have called for help earlier, the only reason I am even alive right now is that the demon slipped when he ran after me. It was a freak accident that kept me alive not skill.”

Makio laid a punch onto your unbandaged arm, “That is ridiculous! It still took skill to take down a demon. So what it slipped and fell, you still had the mind to use the opening to make your move.”

“She is right!” Suma cried, wiping the tears off her cheeks, “You are a skilled slayer, anyone can see that.”

Hinatsuru hemmed in agreement, “While it was not the best move to pursue a demon much stronger than yourself, it does speak to your skill that you are still alive.”

You slouch your head, “I guess,” you look to the door, “Do you mind if I have a bath before bed I do not want to soil your sheets.”

“Of course,” Hinatsuru gently guided you into their home, the other two following close behind after gathering your belongings.

They each file into the small bathroom, helping you remove the stick bandages as well as the rest of your clothes. You were too tired to care as they removed your undergarments leaving you with nothing to hide your nakedness.

At the sight of the many cuts to your skin Suma once again began to sob, “We should have let Makio go help,” she cried, helping the others gently scrub the dried blood from your skin.

“If the demon was not already dead I would rip its head off with my hands,” Makio growled, scrubbing the skin of your leg aggressively. “How could any being be willing to hurt someone as sweet as you.”

Hinatsuru took to washing your hair, her delicate fingers patiently working out the filth that had gathered in the strands. Your eyelids grow heavy with each soft touch as the women lavished you with attention. Soon each blink was a small battle your head falling forward, too heavy to hold up.

“Don’t fight it,” Hinatsuru gently ordered, letting you rest your back against her chest, “We will take care of you while you rest, you are safe now.”

You weakly bring your hand up to brush your fingers across her cheek, appreciating the care she gave. She brought her own hand up to meet yours, intertwining your fingers to hold them there a moment longer. “Sleep,” she placed her hand back down on your stomach, “we will all be here when you wake up.”

You close your eyes, only for a second but when you open them again you are in a completely new room. Feeling surprisingly warm for your condition you try to lift your upper body and look around the room but a heavy weight on your chest stops you. Squinting you could make out the soft black hair of Suma as she rested her head on your chest. Turing your head to the right you also have another presence behind you. Judging by the length of the hair you were almost positive it was Hinatsuru.

You try to keep your breathing calm, ignoring how your heart pounded against your chest. They were just making sure you were ok that is all, there is nothing weird about this. They do not really want to share a bed with you, this is all just a sweet gesture from friends.

You needed to escape before your thoughts started down a path of no return. Maneuvering out of their hold was nearly impossible. Suma when you started twisting to move down wrapped her surprisingly strong arms around your waist anchoring you in place.

Hinatsuru was no better, her hands were wrapped around your upper arm and tightened with even the slightest movement. There was another hand settled across your hips but the blanket prevented you from making out who it belonged to.

You lift your head to peek over her shoulder and your heart nearly stops. Uzui was lying on his side, his arms resting around Hinatsuru’s waist. You follow the large arm and your heart nearly burst out from your chest. The large warm hand resting on your hips belonged to the retired sound Hashira.

Your chest started to rise and fall rapidly, wheels in your mind moving so fast they created smoke. This could not be happening. You squeeze your eyelids closed trying to rationalize what was happening. This is normal right? You were sure they were just making sure you were alive, after all your wound had looked rather scary.

Yeah, that’s it. They were not cuddling you for pleasure. But that did not mean you could not pretend for a minute? You relax into their hold and for a minute allow yourself to imagine a life where this was your normal.

A soft smile appears on your lips picturing how after every mission you would return to them. Suma would cry when she sees your wounds, taking the time to kiss every one of them insisting it will make you feel better. Hinatsuru would cook for you while Makio finished applying the bandages.

Tengen would watch this all with soft eyes, waiting for them to patch you up before taking you gently into his arms, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead, and listening closely to your recollection of the slaying.

When you all finish dinner you would retreat to bed like you were now only it would not be to sleep. You wonder if Makio would beg you to touch her as she does to Suma, tightening her callused fingers into your hair as she lowers her hips to settle on your face, letting you use your mouth to tease her sweet cunt.

Tengen would join in on the fun, using his thick fingers to stretch your hole open for him while you were distracted, smirking as you whine into Makio’s pussy.

Makio would squeeze her delicious thighs around your head as you explore her soft sex, using your nose to tease the engorged bud while your tongue thrusts into her hole, trying to focus as Tengen added yet another finger.

Hinatsuru would join next, bringing her soft fingers around Tengen’s length to pump her hand in time with the fingers in your tight hole watching as he stretches you open.

Suma would rest her head on Tengen’s other shoulder, her own fingers making lazy circles around her engorged clit, watching you with fascination.

Only when he was sure you were relaxed enough would Tengen bring the head of his cock to your entrance, pressing into you slowly to give you time to adjust to his girth. When the head of his cock kissed the end of your hole he would draw his hips back, watching his slick cock leave before slamming his hips forward his eyes hazy from pleasure.

Your moans would be muffled by Makio now grinding against your tongue, her juices coating your face as Tengen used your tight hole. There was no need for him to use his hand on you as he fucked you senseless, Makio’s eager fingers were already stroking your clit as she rode your face.

They would all watch you fall apart, your mouth falling open in a silent scream as your back comes off the bed. Tengen would continue to thrust into, only slowing when his fat cock finally released inside you, filling you to the brim with his cum while Makio convulsed above you.

He would not say in you for too long, his stamina higher than anyone in the room. Poor Hinatsuru was his next victim, her sweet high pitch moans filling the air as Suma cleaned your sloppy cunt with her tongue, letting you recover from having your world turned upside down.

A soft snore shot you back into reality. Fuck, you bring up one hand to cover your eyes, ashamed about your thoughts. You had no right to think about them like that, they had been nothing but kind to you, spending hours caring for you, feeding you, even clothing you. It was wrong to insert yourself into this complete family.

With renewed will you inch your way out of the entanglement of limbs, slipping down under the blanket where you could leave from the end of the bed. The cool air assaults your skin, your body already too cold from blood loss. Your heart ached, wanting to return to the warm safe cocoon you were in earlier.

You quietly scramble around the house, searching desperately for your soiled clothing. They had to be around here somewhere, you could not go into the freezing night weather wearing only a sheer robe.

You let out a sob of relief when you spot the clothing strung up over embers, clean from the blood that had stained it earlier. You did not deserve their kindness.

You fold the robe, place it on a chair so you can change into your uniform. Putting on the clothes of a demon slayer made it easier to dissociate from the fantasy earlier, it reminded you what your true life was like. You were not a housewife of a retired Hashira, you were an active demon slayer who needed to be on the top of their game.

Gathering your sword from the stand by the door you attach it to the wrap on your hip, ignoring how the added weight placed pressure against the wound on your hip.

Opening the door without making noise was a tricky task, you had to inch it open, sliding through the small opening you made. You push down the grief at leaving, this was for the best, nothing good could come from being around them.

“It is not very flamboyant for a guest to leave without thanking their hosts,” Uzui unmistakable voice chided from above.

You spin on your heels looking up to see him perched on the roof, his hand resting on his knee as he crouched. “The girls will be very upset tomorrow when they wake up to find you gone without a word.”

“I-I still need to complete another part of my mission,” you lie, looking down at the ground, “You all looked so peaceful I did not want to disturb your sleep.”

Uzui leaped off the roof landing directly in front of you, “Do not lie to me,” he brings his hand to under your chin forcing you to meet his gaze, “Tell me the real reason you are leaving and I will explain it to the girls when they wake up.”

You open your mouth to give another lie, one more believable but his all-knowing eyes stopped you in your tracks. Nothing you could say except the truth would get you out of this.

“I needed some air,” you finally answer hoping it was enough of the truth to satisfy him.

He stepped in closer, his body blocking out the entire world, “So why did you change back into your uniform and sneak out of the house?”

You try to look away again but his hand held you still, “I want the full truth little slayer.”

“Uzui,” you whisper hoping he will give you mercy, “please let me go.”

“Did it have something to do with your sweet whimpers from earlier?”

Time stands still, your mind racing to understand what he was saying. Your eyes widen in horror as you realize what he was talking about.

He laughs, “Don’t look so distraught, we all enjoyed listening to you while you had your little fantasy.”

“I don’t know what you are talking about,” you screech, trying to back away from him.

“What a flamboyant dream that must have been to make you moan like that.” A large smile spread across his face. “Were you dreaming us? Imagining how we would each take turns playing with your breedable body making you sing our names over and over until you were too fucked to move?”

“I was not moaning, Uzui, you must have been hearing things”

“Tengen,” He corrects, “I want you to call me Tengen.”

“Tengen,” a shiver runs through your skin saying his first name for the first time, “I don’t know what you are talking about.”

“Ah little slayer that is the second time you have lied to me,” He points to his ears, “It seems you have forgotten who you are speaking to, lie again and I will have to remind you.”

You grow desperate knowing he can read into every small movement you made, “Tengen, please, I do not want to go down this path.”

“Oh but I do, this is the most interesting thing to happen since my retirement.”

“This is not a game,” you hiss wrapping your arms around your waist, trying to focus on your breathing.

“I know it is not a game,” his eyes soften, “Do you really think we would do all this for just anyone? You are precious to all of us. Suma sobs when you leave waiting by the door for hours hoping maybe you will come back. Makio spends hours training hoping to distract herself until your return. Hinatsuru will retreat to the kitchen, cooking foods she knows you enjoy to have ready in case you come back.”

Your chest squeezing making it hard to breathe, “And you?” you ask before you could stop yourself, “What do you do when I leave?”

He smiles weakly, “wait for your return. Sometimes I will join Makio in training, I have a reputation to uphold after all. Other times I will join Hinatsuru in the kitchen, she has taught me quite a few tricks in the kitchen.”

“Though when we all miss you the most is when we retreat for the night to the bedroom.”

Your breath hitches waiting for him to continue.

“Our lovemaking is not the same without you serenading us with your divine moans from the next room.”

“You could hear me?” you whisper, too entranced by his words to feel embarrassed.

“Yes little slayer, we could hear everything. Every little moan you tried to muffle with the pillow,” he smirks, “ You always gave up hiding it by the end of the night, it was always my favorite part, listening to you find your own pleasure.”

He steps in closer now only inches from you and leans over, his face now directly in front of yours, “If you were in my bed we would play with you for hours, listening to you cry out our names over and over again until your voice was too hoarse to speak.”

“Then when we are all too tired to move you would rest in our bed warm and safe. This is my dream little slayer, so tell me, what is it your desire?”

He was offering you everything you had ever wanted all you had to do was tell him the truth and yet when you opened your mouth to answer nothing came out.

“Tengen I-”

“You do not have to answer now, take some time to think about what you truly wish for because once we get a taste there is no going back. I will never let you leave my side again little slayer if you agree to become mine.”

He pulls a small bag out of his robe and lifts your hand placing it in your palm, “A small gift for your travels.” He closes your fingers around the bag, “Something to remember us while you are traveling.”

You look longingly behind him were the three others are resting. You did not want them to think you abandoned them.

“Don’t worry I will explain to them why you left,” he releases your hand “The sun is rising so you should be safe to travel but do not push yourself too hard.”

“I won’t,” you mumble, placing the bag into a small pouch on your belt.

You back away from him and bow unable to think of anything to say to show how you were feeling.

“I expect an answer soon,” he orders returning to his boisterous attitude, “and at least one letter a week while you are traveling otherwise I may have to refresh my tracking skills.”

For a second the image of Tengen hunting you filled your mind sending a tingle to your lower stomach, “I promise.” you choke out, your face burning once you realize he most definitely noticed the distraction.

His red eyes gleamed watching you squirm, “I will hold you to that.”

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PLAY WITH ME, JEAN.

   ITS foul when he purposefully speeds up the pace of his hips when he knows Eren is passing by the dark room only illuminating blue LED lights, giving you no chance but to moan louder, unable to help it. What if he left that crack in the door on purpose? Most likely, he did. And, he did. An obvious sign that he wanted Eren to realize he's the one that gets to fuck you, make you cum—not him.

"Did you see the look on Levi's face when I hit that touch down?" Reiner commented, popping a few skittles in his mouth and forming a wide smirk. "He was pissed as fuck."

"Too fucking bad, he needed a taste of his own medicine," Connie chuckles, retrieving the blunt from his hand before taking a puff out of it himself.

"Yo, Eren! What we doing here, man?" Connie shouted out, waiting for him to reply before he emerged back into the basement, a big white box in his hand. "What's that?"

"Anybody up for a game?" He had asked, everyone's attention on him.

"Depends on what it is."

"There's this game I bought online, right. It's underground, meaning that it's probably fucking illegal. It's limited players, only two at a time so we have to take turns. I figured we should test it out."

"What's it called?" Reiner asks.

"Stay Alive."

"So it's a scary game then, seriously? Did you test it out at least, like for yourself?" Connie hopped in, fixing the beanie on his head.

"Nah, I just said we could all test it out." Eren rolled his eyes.

"So basically you were too much of a pussy to see what this game was actually about?" Connie snickered, snatching the black case away from him, noticing that it didn't have a picture, just a black and red disc.

"I wasn't, though."

"I'm suppose to believe that?"

"Shut the fuck up. We playing this or not?" Eren raises his brow, eyes lingering over to your presence, watching you completely zone out into the dimmed screen of your phone, legs bunched up to your chest as you tried to contain the grin on your face, biting your lip and giggling quietly. You hear Eren clear his throat before saying your name, "y/n?"

"Mhm?" You hurriedly slap your phone face down on your thigh, looking up at him with attentive eyes. Eren squints at you, his eyes traveling over to an unusually quiet Jean who sat across the room from you on a bean bag chair directly facing you, his legs spread which he shifted in and out, taking a swig out of a bottle of E&J, eyes glued to his phone just like you were.

"Oh, the game? I'm good, I'm just gonna smoke and watch you guys," you smile.

Eren then asks Jean, who proceeds to give him the same answer. "I'm good, man. Maybe later."

Eren grows slightly annoyed when your attention flys right back to your phone, unaware of the scowl on his face as you smile at your screen, a new message popping up.

jean

better stop making it obvious before they find out.

you

I don't care.

jean

you should. you know who has a thing for you.

you

who? eren?

jean

no, connie. who else?

you

we're just friends.

jean

he looks at you the same way I do.

you

how do you look at me?

jean

don't pretend you don't know.

you

tell me.

jean

come here and I'll show you instead.

You peak your head over your phone, hiding your smile with the object as you watch Jean's dark eyes burn into your face, whispering 'no' to him. He chuckles, mouthing, 'come here' and using his finger to call you over, a seductive grin plastered on his face. Your face felt hot, your legs tempting you to walk over to him right now. Neither of the guys could see you two since you sat far behind them. They had chairs pulled up to the wide projector screen, backs turned to you as they laughed and smoked, the harsh clicks of buttons on their controllers sounding the area of Eren's mancave other than the low tone of R&B music.

All of you made it to Eren's after a homecoming game, celebrating a win since all the guys were on the team, Reiner being the captain and scoring the final touchdown. Even though the guys were here, Eren wanted to spend time with you the most. Unfortunately, you were too busy entertaining Jean to notice. As he played the game, he repeatedly side-eyed the two of you, purposely turning his chair slightly to the side to watch. Jealously formed in his chest as he sees you stand to your feet and make your way over to Jean, crouching next to him on your knees and snatching the bottle of liquor from his hand with a smirk, chugging some down as Jean leans forward to hover his lips over the center of your neck, breath hitting your skin. You flinch and giggle, leaning back, nearly falling before his arm wraps around your waist and pulls you onto his lap.

Clearly, Eren had feelings for you for quite some time, and they grew the longer time passed. You kind of guessed it since he was super touchy and protective over you, and Eren started to take the hint that you wanted to remain friends since you never made a move or responded back to his flirtatious actions. Seeing you with Jean was a different level of hatred. He didn't necessarily like Jean. Sure, he invited him over and always hung out with the rest of the crew, but that was only because of you and them. He had small interactions with him and that was it. Did he dislike Jean because of your feelings for him? Only fifty percent.

You and Jean never spoke a word about your relationship. It wasn't anyone's business to begin with, but, your small friend group grew curious. Connie and Reiner already made assumptions that the two of you were fucking, they also knew Eren liked you, but it's not like they could force you to like him back. You never felt that way about him. As gut-wrenching as it would be to say to Eren's face—you only thought of him as a brother.

   It was something that happened based on curiosity and the persuasion of weed. One night when Connie threw a party at his place, you and Jean hung out on the patio talking about anything and everything. Until the conversation of sex popped up, and neither of you were taken off guard. You both thought the same, and that's all you wanted. You added your contact in his phone and from that point on the two of you talked—more like sexted.

Both of you were incredibly busy, so you never had time to go through with the things you told one another. The things he said he would do to you, how he'd touch you, have you crying his name, begging him to fuck you—and so much more you couldn't even fathom. The sexual attraction was insane, making your bodies throb whenever you were around each other. He wanted you just as badly as you wanted him. It was torture almost, listening to him groan and whimper over a phone screen as he fucked his hand and praised you while you cried and pressed your vibrator to your clit, moaning his name.

You couldn't count how many times you FaceTimed each other just to get off. The desperation heightened the longer the two of you were apart. Jean went to a different college, so it was a miracle whenever he would come around to see you on campus. But whenever he did, you were usually around the guys, or Eren, so there was never any alone time. Jean picked up on Eren's vibe toward him. His obvious looks of 'back off' when he was next to you, playing this as some sort of rivalry when Eren had no clue that you were practically ready to climb on Jean's face before his.

Eren clenches his jaw as he ties his hair up into a messy bun, aggressively bouncing his leg and knocking down two more shots, turning his back entirely, having enough of what he was seeing. Connie and Reiner were too high to pay attention, screaming at one another as loud gunshots from the game rings in their ears. Jean has his wide hands flat on your stomach as you inch your face closer to his, his thigh inching up to hide the reflection of his hand pulling the zipper to your jeans down. Your hand wraps around his wrist, eyes interlocked as his long fingers slide into your panties, pressing two flat on your aching clit.

A moan you let out makes Jean grab the back of your head to grip your hair out of surprise, brows arching as you shift your hips and weakly mewl his name between his neck, coming closer and throwing your arm over his shoulder, nails scratching at his back. Your thighs clench, applying more pressure on your clit as he rubs circles dangerously slow. Jean grows harder in his briefs obnoxiously barricading his throbbing cock.

"Keep doing that and see what happens, dollface," Jean grins. The two of you try to be as quiet as possible, Jean glancing over to see that they were all still distracted with the game, reaching his hand down your jeans to grip your ass, bringing you close and smoothing his hand up and down your clothed thigh. You whine pathetically, locking your lips with his, the two of you sloppily kissing, rushing your tongue over each other's desperately, lips smacking.

"I got you wet like this? That easily?" Jean breathes, humming as your mouth drops and you grip onto his shirt, wrinkling the fabric in your fist the moment he dips his thick fingers inside you and curls them upward, massaging that spot perfectly.

"J-Jean, let's go upstairs," you begged, grabbing his forearm to stop his movements.

"Can't hold back anymore?" He licks his lips.

"Fuck no," you whisper, giggling afterwards. Jean slowly pulls his fingers from you, slipping them into his mouth while staring you dead in your eyes, his own fluttering.

   "Let's go."

"Wait, let me go first. Wait fifteen minutes," you say, standing to your feet and fixing yourself. Jean clears his throat, watching your hips sway as you begin to walk away, trying to hide the erection in his pants.

"Ay! Where you goin'?" Connie catches you, your flustered appearance well-known as you turn your head to see him and Eren staring at you.

"Bathroom. Lady issues," you respond quickly.

"Bring me a beer on your way back, yeah?" Connie pouts. You smile adorably.

"Gotcha."

   Next thing you know, you’re locked beneath the man you’ve practically been begging to fuck forever. He already has you near done. Coming up the stairs moment after you and meeting you in this dark room, laying on his back and letting you take control of his face you fucked just like you daydreamed of doing. Eren's footsteps are eerily prominent, droplets leaking from your eye sockets from the unbearable pleasure radiating throughout your entire body. Knowing he’s outside that door makes Jean throw his head back and pound into you harder, until you’re squelching around his cock and you memorize the feeling of him throbbing deep inside you. When you raise your hand to cover your mouth, trying your best to shield your moans out of embarrassment, Jean instantly snatches it away and pins it above your head.

   "You think because someone walked by, you can stop screaming my name?" Jean slams harder, knocking the breath out of you, your nails clawing at his lower back the harder he fucks you, trying to keep your grip on him. "Louder, baby."

Fuck, you can’t. Eren could still be listening. How do you know it’s him? Who else would be irritated enough to follow the two of you and see what you were doing. Either way, it was too late to hide what was going on. It’s disrespectful to say the least. You’re getting fucked dumb by a man he despised in his own home, on his parents’ bed while his best friends are downstairs. Part of you didn’t care, the other half felt a little guilty. Though, he makes it worth the risk. The way he has your thighs spread apart, pinning them to the bed while he works his cock into you with steady rolls of his hips, letting you feel every vein, every throb, that perfect curve that hit just the right spot.

The lights suffice as he hovers above you more, eyelashes sticking together, drool sitting at the side of your blabbering mouth. You wouldn’t shut up. Not that he wanted you to, and definitely your lack of ability to do so. All those months of talking and you knew he’d live up to your expectations. He wasn’t a bullshitter. He told you he’d fuck you good, and he is.

   "Hm? What's my name, princess?” Jean runs his tongue over your lips, humming with an arched brow, waiting.

   "Jean," you gasp, biting your lip as you tremble, already on the verge of cumming. He reaches between where you two meet, pressing his thumb against your sopping clit and rolling as he holds you down, knees completely flat to the bed as drills into you. Your toes curl, your eyes scroll back, and your arch riding higher.

   "That's fuckin' right, baby,” Jean licks his lips, lowering his lips by your ear. “Let him know so it’s real.”

By betrayal of your own body, you move your hips with his each time he grounds his cock deeper, clit stimulated against his bare pelvis. He’s disappeared completely inside of you. Although Jean had a foul mouth, at the same time he managed to praise you, still being gentle with you even after tossing you around. Soft kisses to your temple, stroking the side of your thigh, asking if you’re okay. He was the sweetest. Yet that same man switched like a light the more he stayed inside you, your legs locking him still as you shake beneath him. Whimpering out his name, his breath on your neck and ears, sensitive areas that only made you wetter.

“You’re cumming for me, dollface?” Jean sets his face back in front of yours, staring you down as he salaciously locks his lips with your own, swallowing down your lustful noises and becoming one.

“Yes,” the sound of your voice is unrecognizable. Astonished with yourself. Jean chuckles, ringing in your ears.

“I’m cumming for you too, baby,” he’s groaning louder, hips becoming sloppy as he thrusts lazily, maintaining that roughness. He pants, your clit pulsating when you witness him dropping his mouth open once his eyes twitch. “See how fast you got me there? You’re so fucking sexy.”

that tiktok audio of the tr boys saying “mikey” is stuck in my head😭

i’m not crying, u are

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