Morning sex with Jean would involve him peppering kisses all over your collarbones and neck while he snakes his arms around your middle to press your ass against his morning wood. Whispering the gentlest of praise in your ear, one of his hands would travel up your body to squeeze your breasts, while the other would slip over your panties — which are no doubt soaked. Even in the morning, Jean would love to tease you, his finger lightly brushing past your clit, causing a whimper to fall past your lips. The sound music to his ears; he would slide your panties to the side, his other hand reaching down to release his cock from his boxers, leading it to your needy hole. Jean would brush his leaking tip between your folds, collecting your juices, before slipping it in, your tight cunt sucking him in deeper and further. He would tilt your chin, forcing you to look at him as his cock slowly dragged in and out of your velvet walls, loving how you would gasp and furrow your brows when he would that sweet spot, inching you closer to your release.
Morning sex with Eren would involve you straddling him as you grind against his leaking cock. One of his hands would grip your hips tightly, guiding your movements, while the other would press your frame closer to his body, pulling you into a kiss. His tongue brushing past your lips, exploring your mouth, savouring your taste. He would groan into your mouth if you raked your nails over his chest, brushing past his sensitive nipples. His boxers would have a messy wet patch on them before you decided to get rid of them, sliding his cock right where you needed him. He would hiss and screw his shut as he felt your cunt take him in deeper. Eren would shut his eyes for only a quick moment; he loved to watch you lost in your pleasure, your tits bouncing and your head thrown back, the morning light reflecting off your skin, making you look like an angel. Eventually, he would become impatient, his hands tightening their grip around your hips as he pistoned himself into you, his name tumbling out of your mouth like a prayer.
Morning sex with Connie would involve him pushing the blankets off your lower half while spreading your legs open, exposing your glistening pussy to him. He would plant warm, wet kisses on your inner thighs, his hands holding them open. Occasionally glancing up to take in your fucked out expression, his eyes would remain glued to your cunt only to flutter shut when he would lick a stripe up your slit. The room would fill with the most obscene noises as his mouth latched on your swollen clit, making your back arch; he would bury his face further in your cunt, his nose brushing against your clit, tongue pushing past your entrance. Slurping at your juices, his chin would be coated with his spit and your wetness. He would moan against your cunt, the vibrations stimulating you closer to your high. Connie would subconsciously rut against the bed, his cock twitching anytime you would buck your hips up, and despite him wanting to bury his cock in your tight cunt, what he craved more was you cumming all over his mouth.
Morning sex with Armin would involve him hovering your frame as he would press kisses to the hickeys he left the night before. The sight of your sore cunt already wet for him would only cause his cock to harden even more. He would bury his face in your neck as gently pushed into you, the feeling of your tiny hole stretching to accommodate him becoming overwhelming for him. Wrapping your legs around him to pull him deeper in you would make him shudder in pleasure. You couldn't help but dig your nails into his back as he began to move, the slight sting on his back making him bite his lip. He would rest his forehead against yours, both of you looking at each other, eyes blown out with lust. He would press his thumb against your clit, making you whine, as it was still sore from the night before. Pushing your shirt up your body, he would watch as his cock disappeared into you, the sight making him quicken his pace. It was nowhere near as rough as the previous night, but his movements indicated his neediness and desire to be as close to you as possible.
