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You were about to go a month without seeing Eren, which had been the longest amount of time you’d both been separated from each other since your relationship had started a few years back.
He was leaving you with the best parting gift he could think of; four orgasms that made you a bubbling mess in his lap. He promised more for when he returned . Mumbled a ‘gonna miss this pretty pussy’ as long, calculated fingers slid between your slick folds. He savored the moment as long as he could, even took his phone out to quickly snap a video of you in his lap, pussy swollen and filled with his cum as he used his index and middle fingers to shove the thick, whiteness of his seed back into your cunt. “ ‘m fucking myself every night to this.” he promised, and the visual he gave you had your eyes rolling back into your head as you thought about how much he needed you sometimes, even if he didn’t always admit it.
“Y-you p-perv …” you whined, back arching as he continued his movements. Your words made him pause and you squirmed at the lack of friction. Only to let out a light gasp a second later when he slapped you --- “Don’t forget who you’re talking to.”
You whined and moaned and cried after he punished you thoroughly, “It’s not fair.” you cried, and he kissed the tears that rolled down your cheeks as he made you cum for the fourth time. His thick cock sliding out of you for what would be the last time for a month, and just for good measure, he smacked the pink, wet tip of it against your pussy once, twice, then three times. “I’ll talk to this pussy every night.” He promised again, this time pressing a kiss to your folds. “She won’t forget about me --- little fuckin’ whore.”
He kept his promise. Called you every night and reminded you that he’d take care of everything when he got back. You’d taken to humping your pillow most nights, Eren’s voice guiding you and bringing you to exactly where you needed.
But a month was a long time and you got lonely, so you answered the text. Just once.
**
“She’s not gonna answer.” Jean deadpanned, as he gave into the peer pressure coming from Reiner and Connie to text you, glancing over to Eren who seemed unbothered by the whole situation.
“Why the fuck not?” Connie questioned, laughing as he pressed the joint back to his lips, inhaling and exhaling --- passing it to Jean a second later. “She won’t stop flirting with him.”
“She doesn’t.” Jean assured, looking to Eren as if he was on his side. As if he wasn’t harboring a sadistic crush on his friend’s girl. “Flirt with me… I mean.”
No --- this had gone too far. Jean had let Connie and Reiner’s imagination run a little too wild. He knew they were just hyping him up, but there were clear lines that shouldn’t be crossed. Surely, talking about fucking Eren’s girl was one of them. Besides --- Eren’s girlfriend was just … friendly. That was what he’d tell himself. It wasn’t her fault that every laugh that pushed past her perfect lips went straight through him. Made him shiver with how amazing the sound was. It wasn’t her fault that he’d think about her at night, hand wrapped around his cock as he pumped up and down, up and down, tightening and loosening his grip to mimic what he thought her pussy would feel like as it came around him.
“I mean, maybe it’s not direct flirting...” came Reiner’s voice, “ but isn’t it suspicious that she helps you with laundry every week.”
“We just do laundry at the same time.” Jean defended, and a quick glance over at Eren urged him to keep going. He didn’t seem bothered, face blank and expressionless as ever as he let the three of them ramble on about his girlfriend. Despite this, Jean was sure (well he never really was sure about anything when it came to Eren) that he definitely didn’t want to hear this.
“We live in the same building. D’you want her to go to some other laundromat out of town to do it just so she avoids me?”
“Yeah!” Connie’s animated voice rings throughout the room, making Jean cringe. He wishes they’d shut the fuck up about it but knows that once the two of those bastards start, there was no stopping them.
“Look Eren ---- no offense,” Connie starts, looking over at him before continuing, “but she’s always wearing these short ass outfits and bending over in ‘em in front of Jean.” He pauses, almost as if he’s hesitant to say what Jean knows he’s about to say, but for whatever reason; decides to continue. “And who the fuck does a load of laundry that’s only bras and panties anyway? Shit is fuckin’ weird if you ask me.”
The room goes still and quiet as Connie’s declaration settles. Deep down, Jean doesn’t want to even take a glance over at Eren, but the sick and twisted part of him causes him to look over, a stupid feeble smile smeared across Jean’s face, as he just shrugs ---- like it’s some sort of dumb joke.
“So, what do you want me to do about it? She wears and does what she wants.”
Eren’s reply was simple and straightforward enough that Connie and Reiner should have known not to push it any further. He had given the three of them the perfect opportunity to drop the whole thing, and Eren would forget about it. He’d forgive them too if they stopped now, wouldn’t ever bring it up again and would give them a pass for thinking about his girl this much.
Reiner had to ruin it.
“I think she just… should be more careful.” He concedes, adding a shrug to his words as if he didn’t try to come up with the most pitiful solution that no one really asked for.
“Nah, nah … ‘m saying … if you texted her right now to come see you, she would.” Connie’s words, which are usually said in jest, seem more like a challenge as he looks over at Jean.
“That’s the dumbest shit I’ve heard come out of your mouth.” Jean shakes his head, fingers to his temples as if he’s had just about enough of this.
“Besides, ‘s not like I ever text her in general. Why would I just do it all of a sudden.” Jean inquiries, almost as if he’s trying to reassure Eren that … no, Jean and his girlfriend do not contact each other, and the idea is... frankly, absurd.
“Do it,” Eren’s detached voice rings in Jean’s ears and the room grows silent once again. The three other males look slightly dumbfounded at Eren’s compliance to what originally had been somewhat of a joke. “Let’s see what happens.”
“Eren --- I…” Jean starts, but Eren cuts him off before he can even get a proper word out.
“I said do it.” Eren repeats, voice much harsher this time as he glances at Jean --- emerald eyes boring into him, as if it to caution him ‘do it and see what the fuck will happen to you.’
“Clearly you like her or these two wouldn’t be riding your dick so hard.” Eren finally says, gesturing to Connie and Reiner. “Send it.”
“Eren, it was just a joke.” Reiner defends, but Eren wasn’t having it. They had pushed too much, and this was the result of it.
“You two can get the fuck out.” Eren barks. They don’t even so much as argue as they saunter out of the room, giving Jean apologetic glances on their way out.
And then Jean’s doing the unthinkable and sending a text that probably should’ve never been sent.
***
• Jean sent his location
• ‘ Come see me.’
The sound of your phone buzzing had distracted you from the previous task you were doing. Manicured brows lifted when you saw the name flash across your screen. You thought it was going to be Eren, who had kept his promise and contacted you every night the past few weeks.
He would be back in four days, you thought to yourself.
What was surprising was the way you felt when you saw Jean’s name light up your screen. It wasn’t a feeling of disgust, knowing some other man besides your boyfriend (who you loved) was texting you late at night (which would be your usual reaction.)
You felt a bubble of curiosity float into your belly as you bit your lip, opening up the message. He wasn’t too far from you and really … what would be the harm in going to see a friend? Jean would keep you company, would distract you from feeling the sadness you felt without Eren around. He always made you laugh when you saw him, and that would be sufficient enough to raise your spirits for now, you thought.
But really, you were mostly just convincing yourself to do something you were almost ninety-five percent sure Eren would get a little jealous over. Maybe he wouldn’t admit his jealousy, but he’d show it.
Or maybe … maybe he wouldn’t care at all … he definitely didn’t need to know, that was for sure and ... you didn’t need to tell him.
• i’’ll be there soon !! 😇🥰
***
Soon was about an hour later, as you pressed your skirt down nervously and walked up the steps of the house where Jean was waiting for you.
He pulls you into a soft, warm hug as a greeting and you sink into it. You missed being held, even if these weren’t necessarily the arms you usually found yourself sinking into, it was still nice to be reminded of it.
He’s pulling you into the house, and you’re greeting everyone you see as Jean hands you a drink which you lazily sip at, wincing at the sting of the alcohol sliding down your throat.
You see familiar faces… Connie and Reiner huddled in a corner, and other faces that you vaguely recognize. You finish your drink and discard it rather quickly. It had warmed you up nicely, made you feel more at ease.
Jean’s strong hand slides into yours suddenly, and his touch causes you to look up at him. He nods his head in the opposite direction and pulls you there, into a dark room. You feel slightly panicked, this wasn’t what you had come here for, you briefly thought to yourself. Yet the way the summer breeze floats into the room calms you, or maybe you had some form of contact high thanks to all the smoke wafting around the house. It could have also been Jean’s presence; comforting and gentle… familiar and strong.
The only thing missing was Eren, and that thought shook you from whatever comfort you had once felt.
“Jean, wait... I don’t think we should ---” you start protesting, finally able to form something coherent but you’re cut off quickly, before you can even really fully argue your way out. Not even sure if you want to.
“What a surprise.”
You’d know that voice from anywhere, and you’re stunned for a quick second. Unmoving, eyes wide as your brain urges your body to move. It’s not working, legs like jello, heart beating far too fast to be considered healthy. Yet somehow, your body finally works with you, and you’re turning and stumbling over to the voice and you’re practically in tears as you wrap your arms around the man you’ve gone far too long without.
“Eren, eren, eren.” You can barely think straight, your hands moving to cup his cheeks as you press quick and urgent kisses to every part of his face. “I missed you so much, I’m so happy … I ... I didn’t know you were back… how could you not come see me first? I missed you, I missed you, I-”
Eren lifts his two hands up to your shoulders, pausing for a second before pushing you back softly, no longer able to pepper his face in the kisses you craved to give him, not able to feel his body against yours anymore, and suddenly you remember where you were and how you got there.
“What’s wrong?” You ask, eyes searching his own, despite already knowing his answer. He doesn’t immediately respond, lets a silence settle, making you slightly uncomfortable as his gaze never leaves yours.
“You dressed like this for, Jean huh?” He asks, fingering the end of your skirt, thumb lightly brushing your thigh, almost as if to measure just how short it was. “Stand up and bend over --- wanna see just how short it is.”
“Eren … I didn’t ---”
“I said bend over.” He demands sharply. You fumble to crawl off his lap and shuffle backwards a bit, obeying him and bending over, knowing the skirt you chose to wear would do very little to conceal what was underneath.
You hear his dry chuckle and you’re standing up as straight as you possibly could manage, frantically pulling your skirt down to try and make it look slightly more modest, as if the damage already hadn’t been done.
“C’mere.” He says, patting his lap. You do as he tells you, straddling him as his hands gently move to your upper thighs, rubbing the skin there for a minute, before one hand moves up to push a strand of your hair out of your eyes.
He leans in, lips hovering beside your ear as he speaks ---- “Who taught you how to behave like this? ‘Cus, I know it wasn’t me.”
You shake your head, about to protest, say something to reassure him that it was nothing, that you just missed him and that was all there was to it. There was no real explanation for why you were there though, you were just bored and curious and now you were going to get punished for it.
But Eren’s faster than you, manhandling you to the point where you're turned so that your sprawled across his lap, ass up as he lifts your skirt and roughly pushes your panties down your thighs.
“Jean --- come look at this.” Eren beckons the other over, and you realize that you had almost forgotten that he’d been watching this entire time, and that he was the reason you were now in this mess.
“E-eren --- please.” You plead, looking up at him, your hand moving to try and touch him. He smacks it away, only to lift your ass higher as if to put it on display for Jean.
“See this?” Eren’s fingers move to your already dripping pussy, fingers spreading your folds to show Jean the glistening hole that Eren had promised for him.
“S-she’s soaked.” Jean muses, and you can hear him moan as he reaches to feel between your slick folds. You kick your leg in a show of defiance, despite the bubble of heat in your abdomen growing hotter, your juices dripping down your inner thighs.
This warrants a hard and brutal smack to your ass from Eren, causing you to cry out in a mixture of both pain and pleasure.
“Don’t be a bitch.” He warns, rubbing the spot that is surely red now, fingertips pressing against the flesh of your ass. He smacks the plump cheek once more, a bit harder this time, a chuckle pushing past his lips as you cry and writhe underneath him.
“We’re gonna show Jean just how good this pussy is, gonna make it up to him for all the times you’ve teased him, knowing you’re never gonna let him get a taste.”
It finally clicks as you make sense of it all. They had planned this all out, had lured you here somehow with only one thing on their mind. It was humiliating, and it had you clenching your thighs together, whining and squirming in Eren’s lap as you tried desperately to hide your arousal, despite knowing your body would betray you over and over again.
“Sound good to you, baby?” Eren asks, continuing to rub the flesh of your bare ass cheeks.
“N-no… no I just want to… I just want you.” It’s a feeble attempt to get Eren to come to his senses, and you don’t stop writhing beneath him, trying to free yourself even the tiniest bit so that you could at least touch him.
This just manages to make him even angrier, “Stop,” another hard smack to your ass “moving,” two, then three more smacks, “and behave.” He finishes, his strong hand coming down and smacking your now beat and bruised flesh.
“Eren ---” Jean’s voice calls out, causing you to slightly pause your wailing and whip your head in his direction. He bends down, calloused thumb reaching to wipe away your tears. “Maybe you should go a little softer on her.”
Eren laughs, and you feel another hard and angry slap sting your poor ass, making you whine and cry out even more. “What’d we talk about Jean?” Eren reminds him, voice harsh as he massages the plush of your ass, allowing you to feel a bit of relief.
“Whores need to learn their lesson.” Jean answers, his eyes never leaving yours as his thumb moves to your bottom lip. You search within his gaze, see a bit of guilt in them as he traces your lip with his thumb, his gaze lingering there for a moment before turning back to Eren.
“That’s right.” Eren’s smiling now, his hands moving across your ass to give some attention to your neglected pussy. Fingers spreading your folds out once more.
“Look at it clench around nothing.” Eren thinks aloud, and Jean looks down at it, watching your cunt throb and flutter, as if it was pleading to be filled.
“‘S so pretty.” Jean says, voice cracking slightly, showing just how aroused he is without even having touched you yet.
“It’s begging to get fucked. Such a fuckin’ cock slut. Doesn’t know what to do with herself when there’s not a cock around. Let alone two.”
“D-daddyy…” you moan, wriggling a bit more when finally, you feel lips against your inner thigh. You know they’re not Eren’s lips, slightly less plump, but a bit bigger … and the fact you moan in pleasure at the feeling is what surprises you the most. “D-don’t, wait… it’s not right.” You cry, not being able to hold yourself back, the idea of staying still unfathomable to you.
Eren grasps your waist, holding you completely still by force. “Give her tight little pussy what it wants, Jean.”
Ignoring your cries of protest, you can hear Eren messily spit a dollop of saliva right onto your cunt, feeling it drip between your folds. A second later, Jean’s breath is hovering right above your clit. You can feel it, hot, heavy and wanting before he leans in and circles his tongue around the sensitive numb. You moan, the sound loud and ringing through the empty room and Jean pulls back to admire it. “It’s fuckin… throbbing.” He notes, before diving back in and sucking on your clit, moving to your hole and delving his tongue inside, as if you were a full course meal.
Your involuntarily grinding back to push yourself deeper onto Jean’s face, and the sounds he’s making as he licks, and sucks are obscene. Your pussy squelching and Jean slurping up all of your arousal.
“R-right there, Jean.” You whine, and Eren reaches a hand into your hair, pulling roughly to lift your head back so that he could look you in your eyes.
“Want you to look at me when you cum.” He tells you and you nod silently in understanding, as Jean moves his mouth all over your cunt, spreading your juices out and licking every part of you, almost as if he’d practiced just for this moment.
“G-gonna ... g-gonna cum. I’m really gonna cum.” You moan out, and just a second later you feel your orgasm, intense as it rips through you. The whole time, Eren’s eyes are on you, watching your movements carefully as your cunt spasms against Jean’s mouth.
Jean continues sucking, his face moving side to side as he continues to lap up your juices. Humming against you, the vibrations causing a shiver to run through your spine.
“Good girl.” Eren praises, pushing your hair back from your face as you try to control your breathing.
“Wanna get a few more of those out of you before the night is over.” Jean admits, pulling back from your pussy finally, his chin covered in your juices. “How much d’you think she can take?” He inquires, looking up at Eren.
“Enough to have her crying like a bitch.” He confidently answers and your eyes widen as it finally starts to hit you that you’re really in for it.
Eren finally lifts you so that you’re straddling him once again. You sigh in relief now that you can see what’s going on more clearly, and you lean in to press your lips against his, after missing them for so long.
He indulges you, deepens the kiss with a hand around the back of your neck to push you harder against him. His tongue enters your mouth --- licks into it and kisses you as if he’ll never be able to kiss you again.
His hands grab your ass, appreciating the plumpness. You wince due to the soreness you’re feeling, and so he moves to wrap his arms around your waist and hold you closer to him. You can feel in the kiss that he missed you, and it was like a huge weight had been lifted from your shoulders. He missed you, that was all you needed to know.
He’s pulling away from you sooner than you would have liked, and he’s lifting you up from his lap and placing you on your knees.
“You can have her for now.” Eren tells Jean. Your eyes don’t leave Eren, as you watch him carefully undo the buttons of his pants, shifting to free his cock from its confines. It bounces out, hard and leaking as it hits his stomach, pre-cum dripping from the pink, swollen tip.
You resist the urge to take Eren into your mouth right then and there, instead watching as his eyes stay trained on you and Jean, his hand covering his own cock, fist thrusting up and then down slowly.
You finally tear your gaze from Eren and look upwards at Jean, who’s eyeing you carefully. He falls to the floor with you, and quickly pulls you into a kiss. It’s so different from Eren. Where Eren was needy, desperate to tell you without words how much he missed you. Jean is more careful, his lips mold against yours with fervor, not too soft and not too rough and you pull back in surprise; attempting to catch your breath.
“It’s okay.” Jean reassures you, moving to press his thumb against your lip once more. This time, you lean in and take his thumb into your mouth, sucking and holding eye contact with him.
“That’s my good girl.” Eren moans, spreading his pre-cum along his thick cock, watching the two of you carefully.
“So pretty when you suck my fingers.” Jean adds, licking his bottom lip as he watches you suck on his thumb, letting it go a second later with a pop before taking his index finger into your mouth.
Their praise motivates you to do a good job, and you’re just now admitting to yourself that being with Jean was maybe something you had thought about a time or two. Something forbidden. Which was why the initial shock of it all had you spiraling slightly, no longer taboo; something you could dip your toes into.
Your hands mindlessly move to unfasten Jean’s belt, frantic movements as you let his fingers fall from your mouth, a string of saliva following in the wake of it, making him grunt out a stifled moan. Once you’ve got his belt undone, it takes only a matter of seconds for you to push his pants and boxers down his thighs, his cock springing out and hitting his stomach with a smack, much similar to what Eren’s had done.
Pre-cum glistens at the tip as you admire it for a second, taking in the length of it in with your eyes. It was different in comparison to Eren’s, but not in a bad way. Longer maybe, slightly hooked and nothing like you’d ever seen.
You lean in and wrap your fingers around the girth of his length and spit onto it, your hand working his cock up and down at first in slow movements. You move your head downwards and kitten lick the tip of his cock, you side eye Eren who’s watching and pumping his own with his fist. You gain more confidence by watching him, and it spurs you on to kiss your way down Jean’s cock, only to move back up with a long lick of your tongue up his length.
“F-fuckkk…” Jean groans, head thrown back slightly in appreciation. You use this as motivation to take him fully into your mouth. His moans encourage you, wrapping your lips against the tip of his cock at first before moving further down and taking him deeper into your throat.
His hand reaches out into your hair, and he clutches harder than you expected. You gather more saliva onto your tongue and bob your head up and down. Making sure to keep his cock nice and slick as you move your tongue against him.
“Your mouth feels so fucking good, princess.”
You smile against him at the sound of the pet name leaving his lips. You were Eren’s good girl and Jean’s princess, making the pool of arousal between your legs build up even more at the realization of this.
You take him deeper in your mouth, making sure he hits the back of your throat once, twice, then three times before you pull back with a deep breath, swallowing the excess saliva. Everything was sloppy and wet as you bent back down to take Jean’s balls in your mouth, noticing how big and heavy they were. You suck on them and twirl your tongue against the flesh of his balls, wanting to make him feel as good as possible.
He’s grunting loudly, making you feel even more turned on than you ever thought possible. This coupled with Eren’s direct gaze on the two of you as he worked himself with his own hand had you feeling slightly overwhelmed, and suddenly you knew that if you didn’t get some relief, you were going to start crying.
You drop Jean’s ball out of your mouth with a pop, moving to give attention to the other, licking and sucking and listening to his moans ring out across the room. His hand on your hair tightens, and he grinds his hips forward involuntarily, and a power rushes through you knowing that you can make a man feel like this just by using your mouth.
You put his cock back into your mouth a minute later, humming against it as you twirl your tongue in circular motions.
“Fuck that’s so fuckin’ good.” He moans, and you hear Eren stifle a grunt as well.
“Bitch loves taking that fuckin’ cock in her throat.” He groans, his hand moving up and down his length a bit faster now.
The sight of the two of them getting off to you and only you has you overwhelmed, and you can’t hold back anymore as you reach between your own legs to try and get even the tiniest bit of relief.
Just as your middle finger touches your clit, you’re being pulled back by Eren roughly, Jean’s cock popping out of your mouth as you let out a strangled cry of refusal.
The sound of your betrayal is cut off by Eren’s hand smacking you across the face, leaving you speechless, doe eyes filling to the brim with tears as you look up at him, waiting for his explanation, your arousal growing more than you ever thought possible.
“You know not to touch yourself when I’m around.” He explains, gentle fingers brushing the area of flesh he had just abused. “What’s going on with you? ‘M gone a month and you’re acting like an untrained little bitch.”
“‘S not fair…” You cry, tears falling from your cheeks … and Jean’s there a second later, kissing them away. “It’s really really not fair.”
“Y’gotta listen to Eren, princess.” Jean coos, pressing a wet kiss to your mouth.
“D-don’t wanna…” You argue, shaking your head as your tears continue rolling down your cheeks, only for Jean to brush them away softly. Your eyes search Jeans, begging him to give you some relief when you know Eren won’t, but his hands just continue to brush your tears away as he gives you a soft smile.
“Be a good girl.” He reminds you gently, pushing your hair out of your face, strands sticking to your damp skin, a sheen of sweat covering you due to how much you’ve been through in the matter of however many minutes. “You gotta behave.”
“Doesn’t know how. Filthy little whore’s forgot everything I’ve taught her all of a sudden.” Eren groans, pulling you to your feet roughly. You refuse to look at him, eyes everywhere but on his. You look at Jean and he shakes his head in disapproval, causing you to move your gaze to the floor, anywhere but Eren. You’re being petty. You know it, and so does Eren, and so he grabs your chin, forcing you to look up at him.
“How many times do I have to tell you to stop acting like this.” He tuts, stroking your cheek softly, having you feel slightly dumbfounded with how quickly he’s able to show compassion --- while his words show the opposite. “Is it ‘cause Jean’s here, huh? You acting like a bitch to prove something?”
“You’re being mean, daddy.” You whine, affixing your gaze anywhere but towards him.
Your words make him chuckle, eyes rolling at your brattiness. “I see…” he laughs dryly, letting go of your chin. Instead, he looks over at Jean. “She wants a show, so we’ll give her a show.”
You swallow, still refusing to look at Eren who’s grabbing you by the wrist and pulling you forcefully against him. He pushes you roughly to the floor, and youj fall to your knees in front of him. He’s grabbing his thick cock moments later and pressing it to your lips. When you don’t immediately open your mouth to allow him access, he forcefully pushes it open with the tip of his leaking cock. Making you promises that almost sound like threats coming from him.
“Gonna fill all your holes with our cum. Gonna have you leaking out cum like the dirty whore you are.”
You try to push back against him, but he’s faster than you and holds your head in place with his two familiar strong hands. He grunts as he pushes past your lips, fucks into your mouth and briefly motions to Jean, who’s coming over and holding your hands secure behind your back, whispering how well you’re doing in your ear. “Take it so good.” Jean moans, kissing behind your ear as Eren thrusts and thrusts into your throat, barely giving you any mercy to breathe.
“Gonna make me cum just by your throat.” Eren groans, his hand holding the base of his cock as he pulls out of your mouth, allowing you to have a moment to breathe before pushing his cock back in forcefully yet again. Continuing to do this over and over, saliva dripping from your mouth and his cock, all the way down your throat.
You muffle a moan against him and feel his cock twitch inside of your mouth, and he pulls out a second later, hot, wet white spurts of Eren’s seed hitting your face.
“Shit...” Jean groans, palming his now neglected cock as he watches the scene unfold.
“Lick it all up.” Eren demands, pulling away from you to watch you lick around your mouth, using your fingers to get to spots your tongue can’t reach. You suck on your fingers, looking at Eren as he breathes heavily away from you. You suck and swallow up all of his cum, your eyes not leaving his. “You gonna be a good girl now, huh? Or should I show you how mean I can really be?”
You pull your fingers from your mouth, smiling up at him. “Is he gonna fuck me?” You ask, referring to Jean.
This was the wrong thing to say, and in the back of your mind, you knew this. But you said it anyway, a sick part of you wanting Eren to show you what he was promising.
He grabs you forcefully again, this time placing you on your hands and knees. He elicits a smack to your pussy immediately, making you hiss and jerk forwards at the impact of it. “D-daddyyy, p-please.”
He ignores you, pushing your face down to the ground and roughly pressing you against the floor. “You’re gonna take this cock and shut the fuck up.”
You swallow roughly and you can feel that he’s already hard again, pressing against your bare thigh, rutting against you desperately. “I-I can’t take it.” You whimper, pussy clenching around nothing again as you wait in anticipation for something, anything to fill you up.
“‘So fuckin’ tight, might not even fit.” Eren muses, pressing the tip of his cock between your folds, forcing the tip into your cunt roughly.
Jean’s watching now, carefully pumping himself with his fist. “Gotta make it fit.” He says to Eren, who laughs in response.
They both watch carefully as Eren’s cock slides inside of you, disappearing as it enters you fully. Eren lets out a loud grunt and you moan and writhe beneath him, whimpering an “Oh m-my goddddd.”
“Thatta girl.” He says with a smile, and the first few thrusts are slow and gentle as he gets accustomed to the feeling of your tight walls around him. “Fuck --- I missed this pussy.”
You moan loudly, spreading your ass cheeks to give Jean a better view of Eren fucking inside of your cunt.
“Missed this cock, didn’t you?” Eren groans again, rutting against you more harshly now. His movement slightly ragged as he fucks you, balls slapping against your pussy.
“‘M gonna cummmm.” you cry out, walls tightening around him only after a few minutes. He’s laughing as your cumming around his cock, shaking his head.
“So pathetic... cumming after just a few thrusts. Such a little slut, aren’t you baby?”
You can barely respond, your second orgasm hitting you too hard to form a coherent response. You can feel Eren continue to fuck into you, his thrusts never slowing as he holds your thighs in an attempt to balance you, your legs quivering as you continue to come down from your high.
“Look at this bitch’s pussy swallow my cock …” Eren says to Jean, “‘s like it belongs there.”
You whine loudly, overwhelmed from not being able to rest from your orgasm, Eren refusing to give in and splitting your pussy open with his cock, swearing you can feel him hit your cervix over and over again. “Right there, right there, right there….” You moan, Eren hitting every spot you need.
“Promised I’d fill this pussy up with cum.” He reminds you, his cock sliding in and out as the sounds of your squelching pussy ring throughout the room. You’re literally dripping, juices sliding down your thighs and soon, Jean’s there again, this time in front of you and pushing his cock into your mouth once again.
“Fuckin… jesus christttt.” Jean moans, watching you take Eren’s cock in your pussy as Jean begins to slide his own in your mouth and down your throat.
With two of your holes filled, you’re slightly dizzy, and you can feel yet another orgasm beginning to form in what feels like just a minute after your second one. You struggle under them slightly, moaning and whining, a mess underneath them. Eren’s hand moves to hold your waist, forcing you to fuck back onto his cock while Jean’s hand moves into your hair, clutching it roughly as he fucks into your throat.
It’s all far too much and your third orgasm hits you hard, your entire body shaking as bursts of white cloud your vision.
“That’s it princess. Cum for us.” Jean praises, petting you as he pulls his cock out of your mouth. Tears well up in your eyes, knowing that they must have more in store for you.
“E-eren…” you cry … “I-I can’t”
“F-fuck baby.” He moans, “Feels so good, ‘m gonna cum soon. You can take it.” He assures you, continuing to thrust into you. You still feel the aftershocks of your third orgasm and your walls tighten around Eren’s cock, clenching and unclenching as you come down from your high.
“That’s my good girl. That’s right… right... right there… Fuck… ” He moans, his thrusts becoming even more sporadic as you feel his cock twitch inside of you, white, thick spurts of his cum filling you up.
He doesn’t pull out of you until he’s sure that you’ve milked him of everything and the two of them watch as his seed spills slowly out of you. “Such a pretty little pussy…” Eren praises.
“Took it so fuckin’ well.” Jean says aloud, his fingers moving to push Eren’s seed back inside of you, making sure you stay full of his cum.
“Your turn.” Eren says to Jean, as tears fall down your face, realizing how unprepared you were for Jean’s cock, then Eren’s cock to fill you up at the same time in just the one tight hole.
They make you cum again and again, have you crying and pleading with them to have mercy on your poor pussy. But they have to fill you up just as Eren promised they would, and they do, over and over again until you can’t possibly hold any more of their cum. Panting beneath them as their cum leaks out of your cunt, the two of them praising you the entire time, peppering kisses across your entire body and wrapping you up between them when they’re finished, as your eyes shut from the pure exhaustion of it all.