DAY 1.
"What are you doing in here, you freak?" Your bitter tone was harsh on Eren's ears as he quickly slipped into the bathroom. You watched him close the door and lock it before he walked closer to you. Your reflection in the mirror was long forgotten when you saw the handsome brunette invade your privacy with little to no respect. "Did you hear me, Eren? Wha-"
Eren's hands were on your waist, his body pressing hard into your smaller frame, his weight making you lean against the sink counter. His lips found your neck, nipping and licking at the spot right below your earlobe. Eren smelled amazing, like expensive cologne and citrus shampoo. His body felt so warm against your own, his minty breath tickling your sensitive skin as his hands roamed up the sides of your body.
"You don't ever shut the fuck up, do you?" Eren asked in a low tone against your skin. You felt the rumble of his deep voice and the smirk in his tone as he spoke. The familiar voices walking past the door made your heartbeat pick up in speed then suddenly you were hyper aware of the fucked up situation you two got into a couple months ago and how you made a promise to yourself that it wouldn't happen again. That it was nothing but a mistake.
"Eren, stop it-" You say softly. "Eren." You push his shoulders. He straightens out, his height on display as he towered above you.
"Why are you actin' like that?" He asks, a look of irritation on his face.
"We can't do this anymore. I'm serious this time." You sigh. "And definitely not here." You cross your arms and look off to the side, feeling uncomfortable under Eren's judgement stare.
"What? Now you have a conscience all of a sudden?" Eren looks down at you with an incredulous look, one that seemed very condescending. The small smile that ghosted over his lips while his brows were pulling upward in a furrow screamed that he was mocking you. God, he fucking infuriated you.
"Fuck you." You spat with a look of disgust on your soft facial features. A look that only Eren Yeager could elicit from you. It was almost sick how quickly the man could flip your emotions, like he has a remote to the limbic system in your brain. You absolutely despised how much control one man could have over you.
"Yeah, I already have." Eren starts, an odd look of reassurance on his face as he nods at you. "Let's see: that time at Mikasa's birthday party, you gave me head in the backseat of my car. That other time after my game, can't forget that. I fucked you in my hockey uniform. Oh, two weeks ago, I made you squirt-" Eren's words were cut off short when a hard slap connected with his cheek. A crisp clap sounded throughout the bathroom followed by a silence.
Eren's head was turned to the side from the force behind your hand. A few strands of hair in his face as he held his jaw. There was a small smirk on his lips as his tongue pushed on the inside of his cheek. You looked at him with a frown, your eyes quickly searching for any sign of what he was about to do next. You weren't planning on slapping him, but it was the reaction your body gave when he started airing your guys' dirty laundry. It's not like he didn't deserve it, he was being a fucking asshole. Maybe next time he'll shut the fuck up-
Eren's large hand was on your jaw in an instant and the pressure from his hand was sinking into the soft skin of your cheeks. He held another on your neck, applying enough pressure to make you feel lightheaded. It hurt, it was uncomfortable, but the adrenaline rushing through your blood system numbed any traces of pain or fear. Eren was a big guy. He towered over you in height and he was very athletic. He was a professional hockey player, he had more muscle mass than you ever would. His hand almost felt like it was going to lift you off the ground from how hard he pulled your jaw upward, to the point of actually standing on your tippy toes. Naturally, your hand flew to his wrist, your acrylic nails sinking into his tanned skin and likely causing irritation.
"Touch me like that again and I'll make sure this trip is a living hell for you." His emerald eyes are locked onto your (color) ones looking down at you with such intense and deep hatred. You've never been sure where exactly this loathing for each other began or why it turned as aggressive and toxic as it did. Maybe it was the fact that you two had clashing personalities to begin with, constantly butting heads over the pettiest things that almost always ended in screaming matches. The interesting thing is, the both of you were equally hard headed and passionate the only difference was being on varying sides of the spectrum. Two sides of the same coin you could say. Your strong disdain for one another has been a running joke in the friend group and that's maybe where things got... messier than they intended to be.
The obvious underlying physical attraction between the two of you was unmistakable. You could admit Eren was very attractive. Six foot something, shoulder length chocolate brown hair, deep emerald eyes and he physically ripped. He looked like something straight out of someone's fantasy. The attitude he held only furthered how people perceived him. He did things his own way and that was pretty much the end of. If there was one thing anyone could count on Eren for was not changing his mind after it's already been made up. You'd be better off asking the Sun to orbit around Earth. As the years passed, he's developed a more somber and dark aura surrounding him. That mixed with his "I do what I want attitude" makes for the prototype "bad boy" image so many perceive to be as attractive. Eren may be a hardass, but he does care for his friends probably even more than he cares about himself. He's extremely protective over his friends, that included you too, so there was a little bit more than some appeal.
Eren knew you were more gorgeous and that fucking bothered him. He often found himself looking— no, rather staring at you when you all hung out. Of course at first you thought he was trying to be funny when you caught him looking at you, often giving him a snarky comment that once again started a fight. Eren hated you with every bone in his body, he swore he did. So he often found himself questioning why you were a lingering thought in his brain. You and the way you looked up at Jean with that pretty smile and those big curious eyes and always seemed to make Eren sick to his stomach.
Finding the other party attractive wasn't the problem within itself. The mistake was the friend group letting you and Eren go on the beer run one random night during one of the usual hangouts. Tensions were already high from an argument between you two from earlier in the night and things came to another blow when you both were in the car. The snide comment Eren gave under his breath was enough to make you see red and you snapped. Eren didn't hold back either, you both in the enclosed space of the car with nothing but harsh insults and comments that can't be taken back spewed from your mouths. It wasn't until Eren's mouth was hot and angry on yours that the yelling came to a halt. You remember pulling away, looking at him with a "What the fuck did you just do?" look on your face. Eren looked at you with a blank stare, his mind still processing his actions.
One thing led to another and somehow he ended up at your apartment and the box of beers was long forgotten in his car while he had your cunt split open on his massive cock. It was the best sex you've ever had, and that was no shade to your boyfriend, but with Eren it was different. Primal, aggressive and fucking filthy. Eren treated you like a good for nothing whore, while Jean made you feel like a spoiled princess. You were selfish for wanting both and terrible for finding yourself yearning and craving that touch from Eren after the initial night. It was all a mistake, it was wrong. Both of you were terrible friends and partners sacrificing your morals and the feelings of the people closest to you for a good fuck. But perhaps that was the appeal?
You've seen Eren in one of his most vulnerable states recalling the first night you slept together. He was a fucking mess, the post nut clarity hit him hard as he laid on the soft blankets and sheets of your bed. He stared at your ceiling, his mind racing as things started to catch up to him. He had a panic attack that night and locked himself up in your frilly apartment bathroom. You remember reluctantly knocking on the bathroom door, calling his name softly and asking if he was okay. It was safe to say he worried the hell out of you even despite your rocky friendship turned whatever this was.
You talked Eren through his fit. Once he said it was okay to touch him, you made yourself comfortable in his lap as he sat on the plush ottoman that decorates your bathroom. His face buried in your chest while his arms wrapped tightly around your midsection. Your soft voice, gentle touches on the nape of his neck and massages on his scalp all calmed him down to a state of tranquility. One that can only be described as the eerie quietness after a category five hurricane.
Eren's behavior right now didn't scare you at all, but sometimes you think that maybe it should because you know he's not joking. If Eren says he's going to do something then he means it.
"I'm not fucking scared of you, Eren." You say, voice unwavering as you attempted to pull his hand from your face. He only held harder and yanked you closer to him, his eyes still boring into hers. There was no way he couldn't feel your nails seeping into his skin now with the pressure from your stiletto nails digging in harshly into his skin. If he didn't let you go, he was sure to draw blood.
As much as he hurt you, you made sure to hurt him back only in a different way. It was sneakier, less noticeable, conniving but it was still just as damaging— that's where you and Eren differed, and maybe another reason why he resented you so much. So seemingly perfect and innocent on the outside. Your voice and choice of words are always so sweet and doting— but it was deceitful. Eren saw through it all. On the inside you're no different from him, a liar and a cheater. The mind games were a never ending psychological warfare and it only fueled the resentment between you two. There was a constant underlying anxiety when you were near each other, a never ending game of push and pull. You hated him and he hated you.
"No? Well you should be. Stay out of my way." He pushed your face making you lean a bit on the sink behind you, your hands held onto the counter balancing yourself. You watched him leave the bathroom with a bitter look on your face. This was going to be a long trip.
DAY 2.
The second day was a longue around and hang out kind of day as most of you were still fatigued from the hectic first day. The drive to the cabin was long and grueling, hauling three cars in total. Car one: You, Jean, Sasha and Connie. Car two: Eren, Armin, and Mikasa. Car three: Reiner, Bertholdt, and Historia.
Being cramped in your boyfriend's car with Marco, Connie and Sasha was fun for the most part. The five of you were always a party when you all got together, but no one could lie that the road trip glory began to lose its shine about six hours in. Cramps, traffic, road rage and not having the ability to take a comfortable nap was less than pretty. Not to mention you all almost got lost thanks to Siri. Thankfully, there was a gas station nearby and all of you stopped at, getting everyone on the same page with directions. That was one of the funner stops actually.
Connie rolled a joint in the car about an hour before stopping, he was just waiting to light it. But when he did, almost everyone got a nice buzz going. You all probably looked a little funny goofing off. You specifically remember the guys group teasing you about not knowing how to properly pump gas. Jean came to your defense with lighthearted reasoning saying that "his girl didn't need to know how to pump gas." He never let you do it yourself anyway.
All was well but the lingering stare you felt from Eren every time you interacted with Jean was ridiculous though. It never fails to make you anxious because you simply don't know what he's thinking. Is it the usual hatred? Guilt? ... Jealousy? Nothing changed once you guys got to the lodge.
Since it was lounge day, you all decided that watching a movie would be fun. The film decided on was some low budget horror movie on Netflix. It was more comical than scary, getting more laughs than screams from the group piled high on the couches and floor.
You and Jean were the only two left in the den after the movie was over. There was a plush blanket underneath you both as you sat in front of the crackling fireplace, it was the only source of light besides the heavy blue tint of the dusk sky coming from the large windows. The scenery was beautiful, snow piling on the branches of the boney winter trees with white mountain tops in the distance. It was quiet for the most part surprisingly but every now and again you could hear heavy footsteps and muffled conversations throughout the lodge.
"Are you sure you like this color, babe?" You ask while looking down at your freshly painted toe nails. You were trying a new color, a crisp white that dries matte. The polish has probably dried down since but the squishy pink foam still divides your toes, too paranoid that you would accidentally bump your toe onto something and ruin all your hard work.
Jean looked up from his phone, his golden eyes now on your wiggling toes. He smiles and your heart skips a beat.
"Yeah, it's pretty." Jean looks back up at you, irises twinkling in the warm light from the fireplace. You can see the reflections of tiny fire specs dancing in his eyes. Jean was breathtaking, an absolute angel of a man. Longer honey brown hair with a fresh taper, strong jawline and soft lashes. He was a pretty boy in every sense of the word. You felt... sick for admiring him, like you didn't deserve to— because you didn't. The feelings of guilt heavy on your shoulders, like the weight on the world was pinning you down to Earth's core. As best as you could, quickly swallowed the festering emotion, fixing your attention on something on something else. You only hoped that your demeanor didn't fluctuate within those few seconds.
"Yeah?" You tilt your head as you look down at your work with a pout.
"Yeah, I picked the color, baby. Of course I like it." He answers and a small smile ghosts over your lips.
"I know, I know. 'M just making sure." You say murmur.
"Hey," Jean calls for you gently, noticing how you're not looking at him rather your toes.
"Hm?" You look up at him with big and curious eyes.
"Can I have a kiss?" He asks. A giggle escaped your lips and you reached over, your hand balling up his cardigan before pulling him in for a kiss. You felt him chuckle against your plump lips, causing you to smile into the shared kiss.
Little did you know Eren came down the stairs at some point, the two of you too caught up in each other to see the bitterness on the brunette's handsome facial features. The jealousy that sat in the pit of Eren's stomach felt disgusting, triggering an anger in him that made his body shake involuntary.
Eren didn't want to eavesdrop on the gentle whispers coming from you— but he couldn't stop himself from doing so while he fumbled around in the spacious kitchen, looking for something quick to put together per request of the blue eyed blondie in his room upstairs. Eren was in the middle of slicing the peanut butter and jelly sandwich he made when his heart caved at the exchange he heard.
"I love you, J."
"Love you too, pumpkin."
To Eren the display was awful, revolting and nauseating.
DAY 3.
"Oh, fuck yeah."
"Eren, you're in so deep.."
The unpleasant taste of bile was beginning to bubble up in the back of your throat as you were forced to listen to what was going on in the room right next to you and Jean's shared suite. You sat up groggily, pushing your weight up against Jean's chest. Your eyes studied his sleeping form, he looked so peaceful— eyes shut, mouth slightly agape with tossed hair. Despite his handsome face, you frowned. How could he sleep through all the noise spilling into the room?
"Ride it just like that, baby."
"It feels so good-!"
"So fuckin' pretty, y'know that?"
You didn't think twice about swinging your feet off the bed to march to the room over. Your fist gave the heavy wooden door about five hard knocks. That's when the door swung open and you were met with a shirtless Eren who's pajama pants that sat low on his waist. You only hoped he didn't catch the way your eyes wandered on his toned body, past his pecks to his abs and the onto the prominent hard on he had showing through his thin pajama pants.
"What do you want?" He asks with a look of irritation heavy on his face.
"Can you keep it down, please? Everyone down the hall can hear you." You say, arms crossed over your chest as you looked up at him.
"Who's everyone?" He quirks a brow and leans against the door frame. "If I'm bothering them they can come tell me." Eren says. There was something about the way he looked at you that said— he may have been amused by your presence for some reason.
"Ever thought that you may be making them uncomfortable?" You ask with knitted brows.
"Never crossed my mind." Eren shakes his head and shrugs.
"You're the worst—" A bright voice cuts you off before you can dig into him.
"Eren? Who is it?" Historia's voice calls from inside of the room making Eren look behind him.
"It's (Name)." His voice is simple.
"Oh?" You hear soft footsteps before her smaller frame appears in the doorway, she pressed up against Eren's side in a half hug. "Hi, (Nickname)! Is something wrong?" Historia gives you a worried look. She looks fucked out. Flushed cheeks and sex hair with on of Eren's t-shirts loosely hanging onto her petite form. Jealous. Why did you feel jealous?
"No, Hisu.." You give her a reassuring smile. "Could you guys maybe.. Keep it down? Please?" You can see the flush on her cheeks become more prominent when she realizes what you meant.
"We're so sorry," She gushes. "Isn't that right, Eren?" She looks up at the taller man who hasn't taken his eyes off of you since you came to the door. "Yeah whatever, sure." Eren says.
"Thank you."
DAY 4.
When you exited the bathroom you were met with the cooler and dry air from the bedroom.
You saw Jean sitting on the edge of the king sized bed entertaining himself with his phone. He was just wearing a pair of light blue boxers with different kinds of sprinkled donuts on them.
"Hi." A soft on your lips as you greeted your handsome lover. Jean looked up, the corners of his lips tugging upward as he saw you inch closer to him. He locks his phone before tossing it to the side somewhere on the bed.
"Hey." He replies, allowing you to slip onto his lap. Your thighs on either side of his waist straddling him while your hands rested on his shoulders.
"You look refreshed." He states, a soft smile on his lips as he studies your face.
"I am. I wish you would have joined me though." You gave him a playful pout holding back a giggle.
"Hm?" He gave you a quick peck on the lips before pulling away and looked into your eyes. "You should've dragged me." Jean smiled at you. His big hands were warm and comforting as they sat firmly on your hips massaging and kneading at the extra fat there slowly. It was comforting for you and just the type of affection you loved from him. Jean always knew what to do when your body was in his hands. It's exactly what you craved: him being close to you, giving you sweet touches and his kisses. He made you feel good— loved and wanted.
You wrapped your arms around his neck and buried your face in the crook of his neck taking in his scent. He smelled lightly of something tropical and refreshing from the body wash he used earlier. You snuggled up to him tighter before you spoke and Jean wrapped his arms around your lower waist, hugging you back.
"Dragged you? Oh, because 'm so strong, right?" Your voice was slightly muffled but he heard you clearly regardless.
"Hey, you've been pumping a lot of iron recently." He teases, his hand running up and down your back.
You both sat there in silence enjoying each other's company and warmth. There wasn't a word spoken and yet the two of you were on the same page. An air of affection between you both that seemed to grow even stronger— more intoxicating as you melted into each other's touch. You couldn't get any closer to each other if you tried and.. That frustrated you a little bit. Jean could sense your frustration when you got clingy like this, only opting to squeeze you tighter while muttering the utterances "I'm here." and "I'm not going anywhere."
God, it hurts. It hurt so much because you knew that if he found out about what's been going on between you and Eren he wasn't going to be here anymore. He'd leave you without a second thought and that scared you copious amounts. You weren't perfect, you were far from it, but you loved Jean with all of your being as crazy as it might sound. If you really loved him then why would you cheat? Why would you continue to cheat and not even come clean about it if you loved him so much? Why would you let your partner suffer in blissful ignorance? Kissing you with the same lips you kissed another man, sharing your most intimate parts with another man— not even just a man but someone he considered a long time friend. The answer is that you're selfish. You don't know what you'd do if Jean left.
Sighing, you got off his lap and crawled to the pillows propped up the headboard and laid down. Jean watched you from over his shoulder, seeing that you held your arms out making grabby hands at him. He chuckled a bit and crawled to where you were on the pillows. He laid beside you, propping himself up with his elbow and rested his arm over your midsection.
"How was today?" Jean asked softly. You watched him turn his attention from your face to pushing a few strands of hair behind your ear. A gentle smile grows on your lips when his golden eyes are on yours once again. You thought back on earlier today, going to a ski resort was fun. Of course a few of the guys were way in their element, Jean, Eren and Connie specially. The rest of the group were looking awkward and goofy on their feet wearing the heavy gear. Watching Jean snowboard was always an exciting time. He looked so good in his gear, a beanie with the thick framed goggles resting on his forehead— all topped off with the cutest red nose.
"I had a great time.." You trailed off looking down. You took his hand that rested on your belly and began to mindlessly play with his pretty slender fingers. Jean smiled at your cuteness, but he knew there was something else on your mind that was bothering you— something that he wasn't telling you.
"What's bothering you then?" He asks.
"Nothing.." You trail off. "I just.. need you inside of me."
One thing led to another and Jean was positioned in between your legs, his hands holding behind your knees and spreading your thighs open. His cock was resting at your throbbing hole and his hips were making the tip of his leaking cock push into your cunt ever so slightly. You bit your lip in anticipation but you knew what game he was playing: how long both of you could hold out until one of you got inevitably frustrated.
"J, c'mon.. stop." You whined, your hips rolling up into his. Jean's patience was already running thin, sinking into your hot and invited pussy almost immediately after your urgency. The both of you let out explicitly moans and curses as he bottomed out. Your face contorting in slight discomfort at his size. Jean let you adjust for a few seconds as his fat cock split your tight pussy for the first time since the night before the trip. It always amazed him how tight you were after pounding into your hole time after time.
Jean's hip started to pump into you at a slow pace, angling his hips in a precise position as he stroked. He leaned over to place a kiss on your lips. The skin on skin contact makes your heart flutter as you wrap your arms around his neck. It felt amazing, he felt amazing. Being one with him was a different kind of love, one that needed to be cherished— one that was sacred. It was something not everyone could find and for that you consider yourself to be lucky.
"I love you." He said with a smile, continuing to roll his hips into yours. You searched in his eyes looking for any signs of hesitation but saw nothing but sincerity, admiration and warmth. It was.. overwhelming to see and your emotions were starting to catch up to you. You're in love with Jean but you didn't deserve him. He deserved better, much better than you. When that realization hits, you couldn't stop the tears from pooling at your waterline. The fat teardrops spilling out of the corners of your eyes and onto the pillow beneath you due to gravity. You cover your face with your hands in embarrassment.
"Pumpkin, what's the matter?" Jean asks, his voice in a hushed yet worrisome as he stops all his movements. He moves your hands from your face and wipes your tears with his thumbs, desperately trying to make eye contact with you but you refuse to look him in the eyes.
"Talk to me, please." He furrows his brows at you, putting his hand under your chin getting you to look at him.
"You're gonna laugh at me." You feel the temperature in your face and tips of your ears rise in heat.
'I won't. Come on, tell me." He urged you on softly.
"Nothing.. I just.. I really love you, J." You sniffed. "I don't want you to leave me."
"Yeah?" Jean felt his heart swell at your words, smiling softly as kissed away your tears. He could have sworn they tasted sweet like a rich honey.
You clenched around his cock and it made his head spin, his hips snapping into yours repeatedly chasing after each other's releases. Your arms wrapped around his head, fingers getting lost in his hair as he rutted into you.
"Always gonna love you, gonna marry you, baby.." Jean says into the sensitive skin of your neck.
"Fuck me, fuck me just like that.." You urged him.
"You feel so good. Fuck, you feel amazing." Jean moans. "You're the prettiest girl in the whole, you know that?"
"Jean, I'm so lucky to have you.." You mewl through your tears.
"I love you, I love you, I-" He repeated over and in your ear. Jean's hips found a familiar spot deep within you that made you see white. You came hard and without warning, your walls pulsating around him while you called out his name like it was the only thing you knew how to say. You began to praise him through your orgasm, babbling him how good he was making you feel and how much you loved him.
"Shit-" Jean struggled to speak properly, feeling his balls tighten ready to fill you up with his cum. His thrusts became sloppier and his original rhythm was lost as he neared his release. He sits up, hooking the back of your knees in his hands to spread your thighs further,
"Where do you want it?" He asked quickly.
"Inside me, baby." You gave him a fucked out smile.
Jean didn't think twice about it, stilling his hips against yours and shooting his thick white ropes deep into your cunt. He didn't realize just how loud he was moaning until he stopped, leaning over to place a kiss on your lips. His body rested against yours, pumping into you slowly riding out the last moments of his high until he pulled out of you— admiring the white trail oozing out of your throbbing hole.
DAY 5.
It was 9AM on the dot and the kitchen, dining and living room areas were busy with bodies that morning. Chatter, laughter and the clatter of forks hitting the thick glass plates could be heard throughout as well as the hearty aroma of various breakfast items that filled the lodge— the smell of the bacon, eggs, french toast, pancakes, orange juice, and fruits could make anyone hungry.
The fatigue from your slumber still clung on hard to your body as you stood behind Jean. Your arms were wrapped around his bare midsection, head resting against his toned back with your eyes closed while he flipped the next batch of pancakes. You could fall asleep again right now holding onto his warmth like a baby koala holding on to its mother.
"Are you eating?" Jean asks, his voice was low but that's alright because you knew he was addressing you.
"I'm waitin' for you." You answer with a hand running over the firm dips of his abs.
"It's gonna be a bit, that okay?" You can't see, but Jean has a small smile ghosting over his lips.
"Mhm." You hummed. You sang along softly to the stereo absentmindedly while you listened to Armin, Sasha and Connie chat at the island counter.
"So how'd everyone sleep last night?" Sasha asks, her brown eyes bright with excitement as she shoves a fork stacked full with pancake. It seemed like the question had been perfect timing as Eren was entering the kitchen from the dining area.
"Awful." Eren says this under his breath, walking past you and Jean to get to the refrigerator. He opens the large door and grabs a bottle of water before shutting the door.
"Huh? Why?" Sasha asks, her mouth full of food as she speaks.
"Because some people here don't know how to be discrete when they fuck." Eren twists the cap off the bottle and takes a swing. Jean locks his jaw and you can feel his body tense under your hold. Your face rises in temperature in both embarrassment and anger. Sure, a part of you may have done it out of spite— payback from a couple nights before but was bringing this up in front of everyone really appropriate?
"C'mon, man. I'm eating." Connie groans and shakes his head with a look of annoyance on his face. Eren shrugs.
"I mean, it's expected. We're in a lodge full of couples." Armin chimes in.
"Yeah but I guess some of us have more respect than others." Eren says.
"Eren," You sigh and remove yourself from Jean. "Please shut the fuck up, you hypocrite." You say. The rest of your friends in the vicinity watched on as this was nothing new to them. You two have always been at each other's throats. Honestly, they wondered how a friendship could even form seeing the way you guys fought like a married couple.
"I would, if you would've last night—" Jean cut Eren off before he could finish his sentence.
"Why are you always such an asshole?" Jean asks. "Because I'm starting to think you're jealous. You wanna fuck my girl or something?" Jean's words make your heart drop into your stomach and suddenly you feel like you want to throw up. The anxiety flaring up from deep within your chest was dizzying and your stomach felt like it was in knots— constantly dropping as the seconds passed.
"That's ironic coming from you." The emerald eyed man takes a couple steps forward closer to you and your boyfriend.
"Eren.." You warn.
"What?" Jean challenged and stepped closer to Eren, the gap between the two men now too close for comfort. There was a line when it came to these kinds of arguments. They were frequent however, some boundaries couldn't be crossed or else things would escalate. Oftentimes when emotions and things like agitation are running high it is easy to forget those things. After all, whether you liked it or not, everyone there was a friend... But it seems funny to care about feelings and friendship given the situation you're in with Eren, huh?
"Hey," You step in between the two, looking up at Jean with furrowed brows and your smaller hands resting on his pecs. "Can we just— not do this today? Please don't fight." You pleaded and Jean's eyes flicked down to yours. Seeing the worry all too evident of your features made him relax just a bit. Still upset, he grabs the sides of your face while making eye contact with Eren and plants a kiss on your lips. You blink up at him when he pulls away.
"Do we have to get Reiner and Bertholdt to hold you guys back again?" Connie asks. "Chill out."
"Nah, everything's fine." Jean says. "Let's eat."
DAY 6.
You smiled at the way the colorful sugared sprinkles sat daintily atop of the mini mountain of melting marshmallows and whipped cream as your fingers worked. Both mugs looked too cute sitting on the serving tray side by side with four cookies stacked neatly against each other. It was not more than 10 pm, Jean was feeling a bit hungry and you convinced him that some hot cocoa and sugar cookies would do the trick. You made the cookies from scratch, luckily there were enough ingredients to whip them up really quick. The kitchen was rather dark with the only light coming from the bulb above the oven. It gave the area a warm glow while you walked around, soft lofi music playing from the Alexa on the kitchen island. You were just about done, placing last minute touches on the tray like napkins and a tiny cup of milk. You were too caught up to notice a certain someone enter the kitchen.
When Eren sees you and rolls his eyes, his heart rate picks up slightly as he wasn't expecting your presence. He looked around at his surroundings, everything looked normal besides the tray of cookies sitting out on top of the oven. He walked over and grabbed one, taking a bite out of it before speaking to you.
"Hey." Eren greets you with a bored tone, his jaw munching on the sweet treat. Your heart jumps at the sudden sound of the voice causing your body to jolt. You look in his direction and blink. His eyes squint when you don't respond to him and turn back to finish what you were previously doing. He lets out a dry chuckle before he walks over to you, leaning so that the small of his back was rested against the counter— his arms folded over his chest. "So you're ignoring me now." He smiles in disbelief.
"Leave me alone." You say, not even giving him the time of day to even look in his direction.
"I don't want to fight you." Eren states, his eyes watching the way you place the cute toppings on the hot cocoa.
"Then why are you talking to me?" You mumble.
"I want to apologize.." He pauses. "But honestly, you're being a bitch."
"I'm not doing this right now." You shake your head, hands going to pick up the tray. He stops you with a firm hand on your upper arm.
"Stop running away from me." He says.
"You're unbearable, Eren. Yesterday was not okay," You start. "I really fucking hate you and I want nothing to do with you ever." Your voice waivers as you speak, suddenly feeling the sting of tears in your eyes as you look up at him.
"No, you don't." Eren shakes his head. "Not as much as you think.." He
"Let me go." You say.
"Kiss me first." Eren quips.
"Have you not been listening to a word I've been sa—" He cuts you off.
"Just shut up and fucking kiss me.." His eyes flickering to your lips as he leans in closer to your face.
Everything in you tells you to stop. Pull away. Push him. Walk away. Think about Jean— Jean, Jean, Jean.. but you don't. Then Eren's plump lips are on your own sharing an uncharacteristically soft kiss, it triggers the butterflies in your tummy. You can taste the sweetness on his lips as he moves against you, slowly falling deeper into the kiss. Eren pulls away, his forehead resting on yours as he looks you in the eyes. He whispers an apology that consists of two simple words and your head nods against his slowly, silently telling him that it was okay.
DAY 7.
Eren sat on the couch on the opposite side of you. His thighs were spread as he leaned back deeper into the soft plush of the cushions while his eyes were red, blown and lidded. He held one of the three joints being passed around between his fingertips, taking large hits every time he nursed the blunt to his lips. Big clouds of smoke escaped his lips with every exhale. You knew he was feeling good from the way he chuckled at Connie's outlandish stories and schemes. It was maybe hour three after the ecstasy was taken, all of you about to hit your peak of your highs. The weed was only furthering the euphoric feeling coursing through your bodies. The music wasn't only something you listened to but you felt it.
There was a moment where you locked eyes with Eren, almost having a silent conversation— it was only confirmed when Eren got up from his spot on the couch disappearing upstairs. You kissed Jean's cheek before getting off of his lap, telling him that you were going to go to the bathroom. It wasn't a lie, you ended up in the bathroom— only with Eren.
"C'mon, you followed me up here for a reason, tell me." He says.
"I want you to stuff me full," Your hands tightly gripped the porcelain from the sink as he grabbed a fistful of your (color) locks making you look into the mirror above the bathroom sink. You two looked completely tweaked out of your minds with pupils the size of blueberries.
"With what?" He asks.
"Cock— your cock-!" You cry.
"Yeah?" He smiles, his eyes never leave your own as his lips travel to your neck making his teeth sink into your skin. The sensation is so painful yet delicious. He takes his other hand and wraps it around your throat.
"Please hurry," You whimper and push your hips back onto his big cock. It earns you an irritated groan from the brunette.
"So greedy.." He tuts. "What's the rush? Don't want anyone finding out about us?" God, he's so fucking mean. He already knows the answer and yet he holds it over your head. If you weren't high you'd probably be mad, but right now a coherent thought was not on the menu.
"Eren, please," You sound so pathetic begging for him.
"It's fucking crazy how you can talk so much shit," He rubbed his cock on your ass. "But beg for my cock a couple days later."
Eren grabs the base of his cock and aligns himself with your hole. He slides himself into your wet cunt slowly, his eyes fixed on how his big cock pry your walls open. It almost makes him dizzy, it's been too long since he's had your pussy. Your whimpers and whines only further his yearning to pound into your hole. He knows you're struggling to take him, you always do. For you it feels like you could be taking two cocks at once from Eren's size. Eren's hand gave the curve of your back a gentle push, silently telling you to arch and relax. He was halfway in and your knees were already shaking. You were holding most of your weight up on the counter, the rest
As much as he wanted to savor all of you, time really wasn't an option right now so it didn't take long for Eren's hips to start moving in and out of you at a hurried pace, selfishly chasing after his own high rather than satisfying you. It's not on purpose, he just trusted you to finish too. You both knew that you were in a time crunch— if you wanted to cum you'd do it. Eren watched the way your ass jiggled every time his pelvis slammed into you, his big hands gripping at your plump cheeks and every now and again landing hard slaps to the supple skin. He was hitting every right spot in you effortlessly and soon the familiar tightening in your lower belly was growing a knot waiting to break.
"You're my bitch." Eren grits harshly through his teeth. He grabbed a handful of your hair and yanked your head up and back to his chest causing an unnatural curve in your back while his breath was hot on your ear. You were forced to look into the mirror once again, feeling embarrassment, arousal and guilt looking at your reflection— getting fucked by another man. You were disgusting, but why did Eren make you feel so good?
"You hear me? You'll never be anything else. Don't ever fucking forget it." His harsh words were sent right to your cunt, pushing you into the onset of your orgasm.
"Eren, 'm gonna cum," You struggled to get out.
"I know, 'can feel it." His sounds strained too.
Eren is wrapped around your neck, choking you hard enough for your vision to become blurry. His face was smothered in the side of your head as the relentless thrusts from his cock continued to ram into your cunt. Your hands grip onto his bicep and forearm for support, biting your bottom lip to silence your moans. Your high ripped through your body in intense waves, walls clamping down and creaming on his cock.
"God, I fucking love you." Eren groans into your ear. His hips falter a bit and he halts his movement, his cock giving one violent twitch right before spills his load into your pussy. Eren's words don't register with your ears until after the fact he's come. He lets his cock slip from in between your thighs and his seed drips from your hole and onto the seat of your panties around ankles.
You look at Eren through the mirror.
"Eren.. what did you just say?" You ask. Eren doesn't look up at you, only opting to pull up his pants and boxers. Before you could speak again, there was a knock on the bathroom door followed a voice:
"(Name)? Eren? Are you guys in here..?"
