Armin
you and armin are currently making out on his bed. his hand roaming up the sides of your body, getting a good feel of it.
your arms were wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer to deepen the kiss connection you guys have. his hand slipping by your neck, made you let out a breathy moan.
you removed yourself from the kiss, placing your forehead against his. both of you breathing heavy, trying to find air to share.
"put your hand around my throat." you said, looking at him with doe eyes.
he gulped, eyes slightly widening at the statement. "pardon?"
"put your hand around my throat, please," you said again, sounding more desperate.
he looked at you, slowly placing his hands around your throat just like you asked. "like this?"
"squeeze it please."
and he obeyed, adding pressure little by little making you moan. he pulled you in for another make out session, and we all know where that led up too.
Mikasa
you and mikasa were just going at it. underwear off, bras off, y'all were just ready. she kissed you, while rubbing your clit, swallowing your sounds.
she detached herself, going towards your neck, her lips nipping at your skin leaving purple marks that are hella visible. though her lips were there, your throat felt empty.
"mikasa put your hand around my throat, please," you begged.
and her hands are already there, gripping on the sides of it making you whimper. she pulled you closer to her face, while as her fingers were going inside of your mouth and you coated it with your saliva as she went back to playing with your clit again.
she went back to kissing you, tongue overlapping with yours, as she pulled away to hear those pretty sounds you make.
"so sensitive princess."
Hange
hange knows you so well you don't even have to ask her to do shit for you.
you were at a party, dressed up in a silky blonde dress that stopped at your thighs and revealed the crease of your boobs.
a group of men tried talking to you, but hange was next to you. they didn't say anything, they didn't want to say anything. all they could do was smirk.
"what's your number?" one of the guys asked, walking close to you forgetting that hange was next to you.
you were standing still, looking at that man dead in the face hoping hange would say something. they usually does the talking but all of a sudden they didn't.
the men just kept asking questions that made you uncomfortable and hange, pulled you in for a nasty kiss right in-front of them.
they already knew how much you liked being choked, so you really didn't have to say anything. they wrapped their hands around your exposed neck, kissing you even deeply. their eyes making eye contact with the men that were standing infront of you.
they let go of you. you looked away from hanges gaze. their hands still wrapped around your throat.
"her number is this pussy i fuck, dot eight eight eight."
Eren
You were sitting on his lap having a regular make out sess like you always do when you go to his house.
the kiss was getting heated and you felt something spring up in between your legs. his colored patched pajama pants not doing him any justice.
he tried to shift you off of him but you enjoyed the feeling of his dick pressing against your cunt. you began to grind against him. his dick hitting the outside of your clothed pussy in the right spots.
"that feels so fucking good," he groaned, his head back on the couches pillow.
he was grinding up against you, holding onto the arm of the couch. both of your mouths were slightly open, your head thrown back nothing for it to lay on.
"eren, put your hand around my throat please." you gasped, feeling his balls rub against your entrance.
eren put his slim fingers around your throat, squeezing at a pleasant tension you like. you moaned feeling your stomach shoot up with signals you were soon to orgasm.
"you're such a slutty bitch, you know that right?"
Levi
you and levi don't have make out sessions often. he feels as though he's not a good kisser and he gets embarrassed after kissing you for a while.
his lips were latched onto yours, going at a slow passionate pace. after every kiss was followed after a sound, a breath, an echo.
his was hovering over you, shirtless. while you guys were kissing, you were tracing your finger on his chest. sneakily thrusting upwards to close the space between you two.
he saw the hints and came down on you, grinding on you lightly, feeling the shape of his dick on your pussy. he broke apart the kiss, now kissing down your chest.
"levi," you whispered. "put your hands around my throat,"
levi stopped kissing your chest, his eyes looking up towards you. his jet black hair covering his forehead wrinkles as he did so.
"absolutely not." he said, going back to kissing your body.
"please! levi please, i need your hands around my th–"
his hands were around your throat to shut you up. his grip made your eyes roll, the feeling of his warm hand around your neck plus the tight tension did it for you.
"shut up with that begging shit. you know i hate it when you beg."
