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Waking up after Friday parties is never really a pleasant experience.
Typically, there is the signature hangover which feels like your brain is doing acrobatics. For some, there is a walk of shame after trying to sneak out of a stranger’s house or maybe even finding numerous bruises from all the falls a person’s body had to endure throughout the night.
Well, none of those are as horrible as the way Eren Yeager stares down at you when you open your eyes after he taps your shoulder early in the morning. It takes you a while to actually register what you’re seeing.
Your eyes are heavy and you have trouble keeping them on Eren’s face, but when you feel someone’s arms softly wrapped around you, the tiredness is no longer present.
Surprised, you turn from Eren’s angry eyes to see Armin’s sleeping face as he holds you by the waist. You notice you must have fallen asleep on the couch with you sitting between his spread legs and your body pressed against his chest.
There is Jean and Mikasa sleeping next to where you and Armin sit. Looking around, you notice Historia and Ymir cuddling in their sleep on the floor with Marco, Connie and Sasha nearby.
You swallow dryly, returning back to the green-eyed man who pulls you by an arm, away from your friend. Luckily, Armin stays asleep as you manage to stand on your own two legs with Eren pressing you closer to him.
“Eren-” you try to talk to him, attempting to explain the situation even though you’re just as confused as he must be.
“Shut your mouth,” is all he says as he leads you to your shared bedroom, away from the sleeping bodies in the living room. You don’t even entertain the idea of disobeying him and let him pull you by an arm as he takes long strides forward. When you enter the bedroom, he quickly pushes your back up against the wall as he squeezes your forearms with force.
Somehow his touch both excites and scares you in this situation.
“What is this supposed to mean? I’m gone for one night and when I return I find you sleeping on my best friend? Are you serious?” His voice is calm and collected, it’s his eyes that hold all the rage in the world.
You look at him, doe-eyed and scared to utter a single word. Desperately trying to remember what exactly happened the night before, you bite your tongue as if to wake you up properly.
Eren had to leave for his family’s get-together. Meanwhile, the rest of your squad decided to throw a small party over at your and Eren’s apartment, just like you did ever so often. Alcohol was flowing as if it was water and everyone messed around. Most of your memories are cut off right there, but you do remember dancing with Armin, a lot.
You bite your lip, trying to put the pieces together, but no other memories resurface.
Your boyfriend takes in the expression you make and growls. “Wasn’t it you who always told me he’s just your friend? That I overthink the shit you two do together? Are you sleeping with him when I’m not around? Is that it?”
“What? No! How could you even think that?! Nothing like that happened! We just danced and drank! We were tired and drunk so we didn’t realize where we fell asleep. I swear it, Eren, that’s all there is to it” you defend yourself with wide eyes, afraid you pushed your luck with just how friendly you are with your male friends.
Whatever happened, you’re sure neither Armin nor you would do something behind Eren’s back or ever really. It’s true that you and Armin are close but it’s not this kind of close. The alcohol probably just probably helped you loosen up to the point where you simply fell asleep right after dancing all night.
You see him look down at your exposed neck. It looks like he’s checking whether there are marks on the skin and when he sees none, he lets out a somewhat contented hum, almost as if that much proved you are telling the truth. An exhale leaves your throat as you think you managed to explain the situation to him.
That’s when he takes you by surprise as he starts pulling your arm again, throwing you on the bed before he climbs on top of you. His lips attack your neck with rough kisses immediately. The way he sucks on your sensitive flesh makes your breath hitch as you push against his shoulders, not completely understanding why he’s acting this way.
Only a growl can be heard when he catches your wrists, holding them in one hand above your head. There is a possessive spark to the way he looks down at your face and it sends shivers down your spine. You want him to always look at you like that - like he wants you so bad that he can’t hold back when you’re before him.
“This is how I wanted to find you when I came home, you know? You in our bed, preferably needy for my touch after not having me here for the night or at the very least happy to see me,” he tells you as he licks the outer shell of your ear, making you squirm under him.
He’s mad, so very mad. You can hear it in the way he spits his words at you while he takes ownership over your body, reminding you who you belong to. And when a soft moan leaves your lips after he presses a kiss to your neck, he growls. Whether it’s because he’s angry or satisfied, you can’t tell.
“Instead, I find you in Armin’s arms and God, were you holding onto him for dear life. I almost lost it and punched him.” Eren sees red when you gasp at his confession. “What? Would it bother you if I punched someone who has no right having his hands on you?” His free hand holds your jaw as he looks in your eyes, looking for an answer. The grip is almost painful but he lets go when you look up at him, allowing you to reply.
“You wouldn’t have been in the right, Eren. He- we didn’t do anything. He’s your best friend, you should know well enough he’d never do something like this. Or that I would never look at him that way. I only look at you.” You calm down your nerves, relaxing your body in his grip, no longer fighting against his touches.
He’s obviously pleased with your compliance as he can finally let go of your wrists, which you keep above your head in submission.
Although still angry, the corners of his lips turn upwards when he sees how well-behaved you are for him. “So now you’re a good girl, huh? We’ll see how long you can keep up the act.”
His words don’t even register in your brain as his lips start sucking on your collar bone, marking the delicate skin painfully. All you can do is moan and fight the urge to bring your hands down to touch him, knowing full well he wants you to restrain yourself.
His hands swiftly get rid of your dress, leaving you in your bra and panties before him.
How he loves seeing you like this. Perfectly obedient, keeping your hands to yourself, looking at him with lidded eyes, ready to be ravaged. A perfect doll for him to please and use.
If only you hadn’t been so bad for letting Armin hold you. Only Eren should have you in his embrace, not anyone else. Now he has to make your cute little face be stained with tears, so that he knows you won’t ever let another man touch you like that.
“Aren’t you a pretty thing? Tell me, darling, did you enjoy yourself last night?” His hand plays with the lace on your bra. Goosebumps raise all over your skin when he softly grazes your nipple through the soft material and you arch your back on instinct.
In the moment, you realize you don’t want to make Eren more angry than he is, so you utter a soft, “no.”
He pinches your erect nipple through the lace and hums. “So she lies as well. You’re a little vixen, aren’t you?” The intensity with which he stares into your eyes makes you think you might melt right in front of him. The excitement is increasing when you realize Eren will probably take you with this same exact energy.
“I’m telling the truth. I missed you the entire time,” you somehow manage to moan out.
That much was true. Before you started drinking, all you could think about was Eren and how you couldn’t wait for him to get home in the morning. Just like him, you were surprised to wake up in Armin’s arms.
Your boyfriend pushes the fabric of your bra down without taking it off entirely. He kisses down your chest before taking one peak into his mouth suckin on it harshly. As much as it brings you pleasure, it still hurts and you find yourself calling for him.
“Eren! That’s too much!” you tell him as you do your best to keep your hand above your head, grasping the pillow to prevent yourself from reaching for him although you desperately want to.
When he looks at you, he’s happy to see you still keep yourself restrained. He gives you an almost sinister smile, his eyes beaming in amusement. “I think you misunderstand. This is all for me,” to emphasise his point, he massages your breast with one hand and your waist with the other. “None of this is about you, darling. Maybe if you take it like a good girl, I’ll let you cum on my cock.”
The way he talks down to you has your insides clenching. You can already feel the wetness gather in your underwear. God, you want him to use you, to fuck thoughts of anyone else but him out of your brain even if there are no such thoughts to begin with.
When he sees your lust-lidded eyes he smirks and continues to abuse your nipple with his mouth. It doesn’t last long before he releases it with a wet pop, but you already whimper under him. The little empathy he has for you now makes him come back down to the abused flesh to give it a few gentle kitten licks in an attempt to soothe you.
He straightens his back to look down at your glistening skin, marked with his rough bites. Eren definitely isn’t an artist, but the way he painted the canvas of your body makes him feel like he just created a masterpiece.
The way your eyes gleam with tears which are just about to run down your cheeks is only the cherry on top. You really are a crybaby. The smallest of stimulations makes you weep for him and he loves every second of it.
Just as the stream of tears overflows, he brings his mouth down to lick the tears away. There is something about the way he does it so eagerly that makes you moan out while you rub your knees together to get some friction on your needy center.
Eren only chuckles at your reaction, sitting up. “You like that? Want me to make you cry some more?”
You gasp when he pushes your legs apart only to slap your inner thigh with vigor. He can see the red mark on your skin forming as he softly caresses the spot with his palm before slapping it again, only a bit higher and closer to your center.
Each time he repeats the action, you arch your back. It hurts, but the pleasure it brings is just as intense. You don’t want to admit it, but having him so very near your dripping core makes his abuse even more enticing.
The tears are now streaming down your face as you desperately call out his name in a plea. “Please, Eren!” Finally, you can’t restrain yourself and reach for his shoulders in a futile attempt to pull him closer so that you can kiss him.
He stops his hand on your thigh without moving an inch even as you so desperately hold onto him. “Did I tell you to touch me?” His tone is strict and irked, but you only pull him harder, this time actually managing to get his face in front of yours.
“I just want you so much, please Eren, take me, I beg you,” you say, breathless. He lets you bring him closer and so you kiss down his jaw and neck, all the while you hurriedly unbutton his shirt. You can hear his breath hitch when you suck on his skin softly in an attempt to convince him to give you what you want.
When you finally manage to get the shirt off of him, it’s as if he had woken from a trance that your touch put him under. He quickly grabs your wrists and pushes your body flat against the bed. The growls he lets out are almost animalistic.
“You’ve got some nerve. Didn’t I tell you already? This is my fun, not yours. You’re acting like a needy whore right now.” He grunts in your face, his lips just above yours.
You can see how much he wants you. His eyes look at you like they are just about ready to devour your entire being and with his body pressed closely against yours, you can feel how hard he is for you.
You can’t help yourself when you raise your hips to meet his, making the both of you moan out at the friction.
“You needy bitch-”
“Yes, I am your needy whore so please-” you moan out, arching your back, “-please fuck me. I want you to use me, please Eren,” you whimper through the tears and he just can’t hold himself any longer.
He is mad again as he takes your lower lip and bites it before pushing his tongue in your mouth, dominating it. He wanted to have his fun with you, wanted to have you fall apart before him at least twice before he’d give you his cock, but the way you beg for him makes him weak.
He has to have you now. The torture may come later, but right now, he wants to stick his hard prick in your wet hole.
“I will fuck you so rough you’ll beg me to stop, you little slut,” he tells you as he pushes your underwear down, revealing your glistering folds to him. Normally, he’d want to taste your mess, savor the flavor, but not this time. At least not when your eyes plead him to fuck you.
Instead he pushes his pants and boxers down as he undresses as quickly as he possibly can. You watch his hard member as he pumps himself a few times, looking at your inviting form before he climbs on top of you.
His thick cock slides along your folds, wetting it in your juices and teasing your clit. Again, you push your hips upwards, tempting him to finally fuck you.
He has to push on your abdomen down to keep you from further riling him up.
It only occurs to you that he hasn’t prepared you for his girth at all as he starts pushing inside. The stretch is so good though that it overshadows any uncomfortability. Only moans leave your mouth as he bottoms out, grunting.
He lets you hold onto his shoulders this time and gives your lips a surprisingly gentle peck.
“I will fuck that attitude out of you.”
Not giving you a moment to respond he starts fucking into you at brutal pace, making you release a cry of pleasure. He hits that sensitive spot every time and you have to hold onto him for your dear life.
“So good,” you moan when he gives a particularly harsh thrust. He slows down the tempo at your comment and rather focuses on the force of his movements, giving it his all as he pushes into you with urgency. You start to meet his hips with yours, doing your best to move under him.
“Fuck, your tight cunt just takes me so well, doesn’t it, love?” Nodding your head in response, you try to tell him just how good this feels, but all that leaves your mouth are moans and cries of pleasure. You love the way he looks at you as he fucks into you, the way he stretches you so good and hits all the sensitive spots. He’s perfect for you.
He chuckles under his breath before pulling out abruptly.
Confused, you whine and try to bring him closer with your arms, but he only pushes them away.
“Get on your hands and knees. I’ll take you like a little slut you are.”
Without having to tell you twice, you oblige and push your ass up in the air for him to see. He watches as your slick drips down and brings his finger up your inner thigh, gathering the wetness on the digit.
It feels like electricity going through you, especially when you turn your head around only to see him sucking on the finger. Noticing your prying eyes, he smirks and slaps your ass.
“Look ahead, darling, or you’ll really make me snap.” You did as he said. Eren really planned to take you slowly, the fact that you cut his fun short with your pleading eyes makes him angry at himself for giving in so easily.
But with your gaze turned away, he can indulge himself to his heart's content. No stares of yours to egg him on to take you right away.
And so he uses his hands to spread your cheeks before he brings his mouth to your wet folds.
A surprised shriek escapes you when you feel his tongue lapping up at your center. He sucks on the opening before pushing in. Your mind is foggy, happy to have him in you at least like this.
The way you cry out his name in pleasure makes his prick throb and he has to pump himself with one hand as he eats you out. His other hand moves under you to flick your pulsing clit. All you can do is encourage him with your cries for more.
When he feels you clenching, he finally brings his mouth away with a wet pop.
“W-wait, Eren! I need-”
You don’t even get to finish your words when he sticks his cock into your pulsing hole. It only takes one or two thrusts for you to come undone around him. With your arms giving up on you, your head falls onto the pillow as your boyfriend lets out a satisfied groan, fucking into you still.
“This is it. This is what I wanted. Shit, you feel so good. Cumming on my cock. You’re so good when you try to be nice for me.” The praise falls on deaf ears, all your mind can comprehend is the pleasure that comes with his rough thrusts.
The way you suck him in, pulsate around his length and cry his name, it all makes Eren go feral as he fucks into you with even more force than before.
“E-Eren, I can’t- too much,” you huff in between his thrusts when the intensity becomes too much, overstimulating you.
“Fuck, one more time. You can do that for me.” It’s not a question and to make his point clear, he brings his hand under you and starts playing with your puffy clit again, immediately making you moan out. “That’s right, just like that,” he says when he feels your walls clench at his teasing.
You let him play with you as you do your best to hold in the cries. The pleasure is overwhelming. You can already tell you won’t last long.
“Tell me, who do you belong to? Who makes you feel the best?” His tone is harsh, just like his thrusts. He needs to hear you say it, needs you to want him just like he wants you.
“You.” It comes out almost like a whisper as you swallow a moan to answer him but he won’t have it. He wants you to scream it out from the top of your lungs.
“Louder, darling,” he huffs and thrusts with ridiculous force, almost making you lose your balance and fall on your face
“You!” you call out loudly, but he still doesn’t seem satisfied. You clench around him when he pulls on your hair, bringing your back up against his chest as he kisses under your ear and bites.
“Call out my name.” All that leaves you is a moan, it’s too much. You’re too close and you know he is as well, still he growls and pulls on your hair one more time, making your insides pulse.
“You little whore, call for me or I swear to God I’ll leave you high and dry.” You know it’s probably an empty threat, he loves feeling you cum around him, but still, in your fucked out state you feel like your life depends on this.
“Eren!” You scream his name over and over again as he pushes into you and as he plays with your clit with more vigor, you come undone for the second time. The ecstasy fills you once again, maybe even harder than before as you lose control over your body entirely.
He lets your weak body fall to the pillow under you, while he still fucks you from behind, holding your hips up with his hands.
“You’re so good for me, fuck! A perfect little doll! Take it like a good girl!” His thrusts lose their rhythm as he finally reaches his peak, hot cum filling you up.
For a moment, only your heavy breathing fills the room, while he stays still inside you, waiting for the high to pass.
When it does, he pulls out, watching the cum seep out of your hole with a smile. He quickly picks napkins from the nightstand and cleans both of you before laying next to you and holding you close in his arms.
He kisses the top of your head with newly-found tenderness as you hug him back, finding comfort in the proximity.
“I love you so much, don’t ever make me watch someone else hold you like I do.”
Your heart clenches, it feels like he is just too scared you’d leave him if he didn’t constantly remind you of his love for you and so you snuggle up against him.
“I love you too, Eren, so don’t doubt me. I want you to be the only person to hold me close.”
He’s satisfied with the answer and smiles down at your exhausted frame. ”I’ll go get us something to drink, okay?”
“Just don’t take too long.”
Eren nods, kissing you before he puts on some sweats,a hoodie and heads to the kitchen.
He’s surprised when he sees Jean, Armin and Ymir awake already, looking for something to eat in the fridge.
“Good morning,” he greets them as he walks closer.
Jean nudges at Ymir’s side with a smirk. “Oh, I bet you had the best morning, am I right?”
Eren just raises an eyebrow in question as he takes a bottle of orange juice from the fridge.
“Oh, don’t look so surprised,” Ymir grins at him. “You know, you should really learn to keep it down when you have people staying over! Not that I expected anything else with the way your girl was last night.”
At that Eren’s breath hitches, eyes getting a bit of a dangerous edge as they sway to look at Armin. No one seems to catch it though, save for Armin who awkwardly scratches the back of his neck.
“She really shouldn’t drink so much when you’re not around. She spent half of the night asking for you,” Armin explains, but Eren doesn’t seem too convinced, knowing the way you were clinging to the blond man in the morning.
Jean starts laughing at the memory from last night. “Yeah, it got real bad when she started mistaking everyone for you. Like, I would get it if it was just me, but Armin is literally blond.”
Ymir chuckles as well. “Poor guy had to act like you so that she’d finally chill about you not being here, it was hilarious.”
“Oh,” is all that Eren manages to utter, suddenly feeling bad. You must have really overdone it with alcohol, it’s a miracle you’re not sick and yet you let Eren fuck you like there was no tomorrow. He feels like an idiot.
“I gotta go,” he tells his friends as he runs back to your room.
“If you’re going for another round, keep it down this time, please!” Ymir yells after Eren, but that is the furthest from the truth she can get.
Eren spends the following few hours showering you with kisses and cuddles as he holds you close, whispering sweet ‘I love you’s in your ear. All he wants for you is to feel safe and happy with him by your side and so he gives you the best aftercare of your life. You don’t really understand where this energy comes from, but let him treat you like a queen nonetheless, loving the way he cares for you so earnestly.