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cw: smut. dont be shy now ;)
dubcon?
consider this my apology in advance if you love jean!
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JEAN'S GIRL.
The bedroom, tucked away at the end of the hall, was filled with unbridled desperation. Heavy breathing and broken moans mingled in the darkness. Your body, shaking at the hands of another man, seemed to move on its own. Even your mind had ceased its protests, thoughts abandoned as you let yourself indulge in the forbidden feeling of Eren's touch. The growing dampness in your panties begged the question, could you still call yourself Jean's girl after tonight?
"You know, I was gonna wait to fuck you," Eren said, breathless as he split your legs over his thigh. "But how can I resist when you're so damn needy for me?"
His leg was pressed between your hips, applying enough pressure to draw a whimper from your lips. You grasped at the fabric of his shirt, eyes heavy as pleasure bloomed in your lower half.
"I mean, just look at you."
Your gaze meandered from his pretty face to the place where your bodies met. Your lips parted in surprise, as if you couldn't believe the sight of your hips dragging across his thigh in their clumsy back-and-forth motion. The rough fabric of his jeans felt heavenly against your poor clit, which couldn't help but ache with desire for a man that wasn't your boyfriend. You held back a moan at the thought of him, blissfully unaware of the way his beloved girlfriend is being felt up by somebody he despises.
"Feels good, doesn't it?" Eren murmured, lips ghosting against your neck. He had taken it upon himself to guide your hips up and down the length of his quad at a pace that was agonizingly slow. Each prolonged brush of your clothed clit against his leg had you holding back whimpers.
Your head spun with pleasure and drunkenness. You let it drop against the door. "Eren," you said, voice shaky and pathetic. The way he had your back arching from nothing but a little thigh riding was downright pitiful. You wondered if he could tell that Jean hasn't fucked you in forever.
"Please," you said, although you weren't even sure what you were begging him for.
He pressed a kiss to your neck, right below your ear as he murmured, "Please what, princess?"
"More."
Eren let out a soft groan at your response. If it wasn't obvious that you were desperate for him before, it surely was now. He gave your hips a little squeeze. "Jump," he said, voice commanding.
