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You sighed as you rolled over in the bed, stuffing your face into the pillow. A groan laced with a hint of annoyance was absorbed into the suffocating thickness of the pillow’s cushion. Huffing another breath, you turned your head to the side to glance at Eren who was sitting in the desk chair beside the bed. A look of concentration and engrossment was dripping from his sharp features.
His jaw was clenched and unmoving as his eyes were steady on the bright screen. Long, nimble fingers were dancing along the keyboard and computer mouse. His lengthy, dark hair was pulled into a messy bun on the back of his head. The few loose strands that he missed in the front were pushed back by a black headset that hugged his ears snuggly.
You trailed wandering eyes all over his figure, taking in everything in front of you. Eren was wearing a pair of grey shorts that hugged his thighs almost a little too tightly. Looking up a bit more, you were met with the dog tag that sat on his bare chest. The silver plated jewelry reflected light from the screen as it hung low from his neck. Your eyes began to hurt as you stared at the reflective jewelry.
You listened intently as he muttered quiet profanities under his breath every once in a while, expressing his frustration at whatever game it was he happened to be playing.
It had been a while since he's said anything to you. You weren't exactly sure how long it had been, you stopped counting.
"Are you almost done?" You whined as you nudged the chair with your foot.
Eren was quick to push your foot off the chair. "I said soon." He snapped, not even bothering to look at you.
It was very clear that he was annoyed with you. You've been bugging him for hours to come lay with you. But how could it possibly be your fault when he was the one who's been ignoring you all this time?
It wasn't uncommon for him to get like this, all inattentive and snappy. It happened whenever he'd play on that dumb computer. You'd be lying if you said you've never thought about smashing his precious monitor.
You sighed once again before pushing yourself up from the bed to stand behind him. Leaning down, you stuffed your face into the crook of his neck as you ran your hands along his bare biceps. You dragged your fingertips along the smooth skin as an attempt to pull his gaze away from the screen.
Eren never moved. He stayed still with a tight jaw as he continued to absentmindedly press buttons on the keyboard in front of him. It's almost like he was pretending you weren't even there.
You listened with careful ears to the pool of voices spilling from his headset. There were three distinctive voices, none of which you recognized. Maybe just a few of his friends, you thought.
You dropped your head down a bit to press your wet lips against his neck, placing a gentle kiss to the skin.
Still, nothing.
You wanted him so bad while he wanted nothing to do with you. It was hard to explain why, but seeing him like this– all unresponsive and impolite, it only made you want him more. You hated to admit it, but sometimes you liked when he got like this, only because you loved begging for him. It’s almost like a guilty pleasure of yours.
"Eren, please come lay down." You begged, mumbling the words against his skin.
He said nothing as you loosely wrapped your arms around his neck, further burrowing your face into him. You played with the silver chain of his necklace, twirling your fingers around the cold metal. As you did so, you continued to mutter a spew of incoherent pleads against the skin of his neck.
You placed a few more sweet kisses to the tight skin before slipping your tongue past your lips to lick at the flesh. Eren only shuffled a bit in his seat, readjusting himself, but still, he remained quiet.
"I want you, Eren." You admitted, speaking your words directly into his ear. You dragged a desperate hand down his torso, feeling every curve and divot of the profound muscles. He huffed an irritated breath before pushing your hand off of him.
You threw your hands up in defeat before backing away.
"You're no fun." You pouted while crossing your arms over your chest. You threw yourself onto the bed with an exasperated sigh. While laying quiet for a moment, you listened to the pattern of clicking coming from the keyboard as you let your mind wander.
Your thoughts didn't stray too far. Truthfully, the only thing you could think about was Eren. Your mind was always plagued with thoughts of him. Not a single one of them were ever clean either. Not in the slightest.
For some odd reason, you found yourself pushing your thighs together at the thought of him. You grew hot and uncomfortable as you let your mind drift off. The sole thought of Eren turning off his computer and walking over to you with the intent of fucking you stupid had your core heating up rapidly– much like a wildfire moments before it spreads.
You wanted nothing more than to take all of him right then. You wanted to take him so deep– as much as he could give– or as much as you could take. You wanted him in the worst possible way. You wanted him in a way that one would consider worrisome.
God, you couldn't bear laying there anymore. You needed him so desperately, but he made it obvious that he wasn't going to give you what you wanted. The only option was to take matters into your own hands. If Eren wasn't going to give you what you want, so be it.
You dragged a slow hand down your body as you glanced over at Eren. You frowned as you noticed his eyes were still glued to the screen. All you wanted was his attention and you were willing to go great lengths to get just that.
With that same hand, you pushed your shirt up a bit to touch the skin that sat beneath. You carefully trailed your fingers along the soft skin of your stomach, trying to mimic Eren’s touch. Sliding your hand up just a bit, you began to massage the supple skin of your tits. Gently, you pinched the hardening buds. A barely audible gasp slipped past your lips at the contact.
You quickly looked over again to see if he noticed.
Nothing.
Before you even had time to think about it, you were sliding that hand back down your body and into your underwear. Your bottom lip quickly found itself tucked away between your teeth as you began making slow, cautious circles on your clit.
You couldn't help the whiny little moans that fell from your mouth as you felt your fingers becoming coated in your slick arousal. You always got so wet just from the thought of Eren. One could consider it almost piteous.
Two desperate fingers were quick to find themselves pushing into your wet little cunt. Your mouth fell open as you started to push them in and out of yourself. Small pants and whimpers made their way into the air as they came from your open mouth.
You rocked your hips into your hand, trying to get as much out of your fingers as you possibly could. It almost wasn't enough.
While pursing your lips together, you looked over once more. Eren's eyes weren't on you, but he was no longer typing on his keyboard. He sat still with his hands resting on the keys.
"God, are you that fucking desperate?" Eren spat. He never looked at you.
His words startled you but you couldn't stop yourself from nodding with furrowed eyebrows. "Eren, Please." You begged.
It was true. You were that desperate, and it pained you that he wasn't willing to help.
You looked absolutely pathetic– begging for God knows what. You were just mumbling whatever came to mind. You had no idea what you were begging for. Plead after plead fell from your mouth as you laid helplessly on the bed, fingers resting in your cunt.
With one hand, Eren was roughly pushing his headset back so that the unit could rest loosely around his neck. The hairs that were once tucked away by the headset fell in front of his face, messily covering his forehead in several dark brown strands of hair.
"Please what?" He closed his eyes and dropped his head into his hands. He proceeded to massage his temples, displaying his annoyance. "Do you even know what you're begging for?" He continued. His words were sharp and curt.
"You." Was all you could muster out. It was weak and a slight waver could be detected in your voice.
Eren scoffed at your words. He thought you sounded utterly pitiful. "You're unbelievable, [your name]." He muttered under his breath.
"Please, Eren?" You begged profusely as you shifted on the bed so that you could be positioned on your knees. You pushed out your bottom lip and you put on your best puppy-dog eyes. Eren never thought you looked more pitiful. He almost wanted to laugh.
God, you were such a mess for him. You didn't even have to think twice before you were pushing yourself up from the bed in order to stumble over to where he sat once again.
Before Eren could protest, you were dropping to your knees before him. He glanced down for a second, shooting you with a look of annoyance. Ignoring it, you leaned forward to prop yourself up a little higher on your knees. Two hands were quick to find themselves sliding up his thighs in order to play with the thick fabric of his shorts.
"Can’t you ever just listen the first time?" He questioned as he roughly pushed you away. Your back hit a leg of the desk behind you. You winced as jolts of sharp pain surged through your backside. Even while frowning in pain, you couldn't deny how good his harsh words made you feel.
"Please just let me. I want to make you feel good, baby, that’s all. Please?" You begged. And God, he was right. You sounded so fucking desperate. It was almost pathetic, he thought so too.
You didn't give him a chance to say anything else, before he could, you were running a hand up his thigh to gently palm him through his shorts. He wasn't even hard. Obviously, you thought. After all, you were the only one who was craving this anyway. Eren couldn’t care less.
"Please?" You mumbled again as you dropped your head so that your face could hover over his crotch. Leaning forward a little more, you kissed him through his shorts as you ran your little fingers all along his thighs. Eren remained quiet with a stoic grimace on his face.
While reaching towards the waistband of his shorts, you looked up at him with desperate eyes. You pulled the elastic back a bit before slipping a hand inside to pull his cock free. Gently, you held him in your hand. He was warm and heavy. You wanted nothing more than to put your lips on it. God, you'd do anything.
"Please can I put it in my mouth?" You whined. "Please?"
You'd beg all day if it meant you got even half the chance to please Eren. You'd beg until you couldn't beg anymore. Pride isn't something that necessarily influenced your actions when it came to him. If anything, it's the last thing. Ever since the day you met Eren, you quickly learned that ruining your pride was the only means of getting your way with him. So that's why you'd do it again, and again, and again. All because the only thing you ever want to do is please him.
It's the only thing you're good for.
His attention was no longer on you as his eyes were trained on the screen once again. "If it'll get you to fucking behave, knock yourself out." As Eren spoke, he was simultaneously pulling the headset from around his neck to place it back onto his head, pushing the messy strands of hair back to their respective places.
That was the only thing you needed to hear. With that, you were already parting your lips to slip him between them.
You took in as much of him as you could, wasting no time to feel him in the back of your throat. God, and even like this, he was still so big. He always stretched your jaw out real nicely.
Taking a deep breath, you relaxed your jaw to allow more of him to fit into your mouth. You could already feel your eyes beginning to brim with thick tears as he hit the back of your throat.
Slowly, you bobbed your head up and down, taking in as much of him as possible. Using both hands, you sloppily stroked what couldn't fit. He filled your mouth up so fucking good, you could hardly breathe. That's what you wanted though. You'd suffocate if it meant you got even half the chance to please him.
You hollowed your cheeks so that you could have a tighter suction around him, much like a vise. Every now and then, you'd give yourself a break, you did so by releasing him with an obscene pop in order to catch your breath. As you took a moment to breathe, you never stopped stroking him.
You lifted your head momentarily to part your lips, allowing saliva to fall from your tongue onto Eren's cock. You watched carefully as your spit slowly dripped from the tip, all the way to the base.
Suddenly, a harsh hand was gripping at your hair, directing your gaze upward. "Don't do too much." Eren spoke through gritted teeth. His features, which were illuminated by the white light of the screen, were as stolid as ever. You couldn't stop yourself from nodding with furrowed eyebrows.
You muttered a quick apology as you searched for his eyes. With that, Eren was releasing his grip from you with a slight push. And just like that, his attention was no longer on you.
You lowered your head onto him once again, determined to please him just the way he wants. Gently, you took him into your hands as you slipped your tongue past your wet lips. You licked a long, ponderous strip from the base, all the way to the head of his pretty cock. It was so fucking pretty, it almost pained you.
"It's so pretty." You shamefully admitted. "I love how it feels in my mouth." You muttered a few more praising words before taking him whole again. You weren't very loud when you spoke, it was almost a whisper. You would hate to upset Eren even more than he already was, so you kept your comments to yourself.
While swallowing around him, you couldn't control the silent gags or the saliva slipping from the corners of your mouth. It slowly dripped from your mouth, down your chin, and all over Eren's lap. There's no doubt that he'd scold you about ruining his new shorts. But that's for a later time. Now, the only thing you could think about was feeling his warm, white seed in the back of your throat. That's the only thing you wanted.
The only sounds that could be heard were your muffled moans and the rapid clicking coming from the keyboard above you.
Eren remained relatively quiet with the exception of an occasional hiss at the feeling of your teeth grazing his dick every now and then. The only other sound he made was the huff of an irritated breath just to express his annoyance even further.
The feeling of Eren in your mouth always made your stomach turn– the good kind. The kind when you’d have to squeeze your thighs together. The kind when you‘d curl your toes because you can feel him in every part of your body. The kind when you can feel the warm arousal seeping from your cunt, ruining your pretty laced underwear. And the kind when you can't help but to moan and whimper around him as you roll your hips against absolutely nothing but the thick air beneath you.
As you sat on your knees before him, you just couldn't sit still. The feeling of your wet little cunt rubbing against the fabric of your underwear had you on the verge of cumming just like that, untouched.
You could hardly focus on pleasing Eren with being so aroused like that. You found yourself struggling as you tried to multitask– ignoring the growing heat between your legs while also trying to get your disapproving lover off. It was a shame how quickly it took for you to direct the attention onto yourself when the whole reason you're in the situation in the first place is because you wanted to please him , not the other way around. But you just couldn't help yourself. How selfish of you.
You almost froze when you felt a warm, heavy hand on the back of your neck, guiding your movements. Directing your gaze upward, you were met with an unamused Eren who had dark, hooded eyes.
"Wanna suck my dick so fucking bad but can't even do it right." Eren shook his head in disapproval before sighing. "Want me to help you, hm?" He hummed as he ran his fingers through your hair. He proceeded to push the tousled strands out of the way, revealing your cock-drunken features to him.
Eren thought you looked a complete and utter mess. Disheveled strands of hair stuck to your forehead with the thin layer of sweat that sat there. The bottom half of your face was dripping in your own saliva. You had a faint streak of mascara just below your eyes. And your face was stuffed full of cock.
He was being so sweet, but you knew it was feign. The tone in which he spoke was dripping in a false sense of concern.
You could only muffle a broken moan in response as you couldn't exactly speak, not with your mouth stuffed like that anyway.
"Yeah? You want my help? Is that it?" He questioned again, a slight coo decorating his words with a pretty little bow. As he spoke, he was simultaneously pulling you off of him by your hair so that you could properly face him. You took it as an opportunity to nod, muttering a quick yes , ready to accept whatever he gives you.
"Of course you want my fucking help." Was the last thing Eren said before he was readjusting his grip on your hair to roughly push your head down onto him, the action forcing a harsh gag out of you.
He was quick to pick up a merciless pace almost immediately, roughly pushing and pulling your head off of him. The grip he had on your hair was tight and heavy. With the way his fingers were haphazardly entangled within your roots, it was sure to be knotted beyond repair when he finished with you. You couldn’t find yourself to care.
Eren never told you, but he loved when you got like this– all desperate to please him. He'd never admit to it though. He loved fucking your throat until your mascara was dripping halfway down your pretty face. He loved when you’d gagged around him because he was just a little too big for your mouth. He loved when you'd beg to taste him. And he loved how much of a cock slut you'd get for him. He loved it all, but he would never tell you. Behind that callous facade, he just couldn't get enough of you. Of course you'd never know.
The gags that came from you were guttural. He had tears prickling in the corners of your eyes, threatening to spill and run all down your flushed cheeks.
Getting Eren off always turned you into a cock-drunk mess. So drunk to the point you couldn’t even register him bringing his free hand down to pinch your nose, completely depriving you of air. Panicking, you began to slap at his thighs as you felt your throat beginning to constrict around him. The tightening sensation is what elicited a groan of pleasure from deep within his chest.
The tears that sat so heavily in your eyes finally fell, coating your cheeks in the warm, salty substance. Your muffled sobs of pleasure and the lewd squelching sound coming from your mouth was enough to have Eren's stomach churning in arousal.
"Yeah, take it all you nasty bitch." Eren suddenly spoke through gritted teeth as he continued to use your mouth. Though it shouldn't have, his brash words had you rutting your cunt against the heel of your foot like a fucking dog. You have never wanted to cum so bad in your life.
With the help of your involuntary movements, the arousal that sat so thickly at your entrance slowly spread itself all over the expanse of your cunt. The way you were uncomfortably shifting around on your knees every now and then in attemps to relieve yourself forced your slick to create the messiest wet patch on your underwear. It left behind the cutest little stain on the fabric, leaving the material a little darker than before.
Eren quickly pulled himself out of your mouth and took his cock in his palm. He proceeded to rub himself across your face, spreading your saliva all over your features. Slowly, he dragged the tip of his cock from your wet mouth, to your cheeks, across your nose, and all the way to your forehead. He even took it upon himself to slap you across the face with it, forcing you to wince in pain.
“Mmm yeah, you like when I slap you in the face with my cock? Huh?” As Eren questioned you, he repeated the action a few more times– slowly dragging his shaft across your face, only to slap you with it seconds later. There was no doubt that your cheeks would be flushed with the most obnoxious shade of crimson when he finished with you.
You found yourself nodding with rapidity. You weren’t sure why, but the physical pain was enough to have you on the verge of cumming in your underwear.
“Yeah? You like that shit?” Eren allowed a throaty moan to slip past his lips. “Nasty bitch.” Was the last thing Eren muttered before he was shoving himself back into your mouth, eliciting a gag from you.
Without thinking, Eren began to thrust his hips upward, meeting your face halfway. It was involuntary, but he couldn't stop himself from doing it. He tried so hard to stifle the moans that rested so prominently in his chest.
Every now and then, those unwarranted moans would slip past Eren's lips even though he tried his hardest to suppress them. The sounds that came from him went straight to your core, only adding to the building puddle of arousal between your legs.
God, it was so uncomfortable– sitting there before him with soiled underwear. The dull ache you felt deep in your core quickly grew irritating and you wanted nothing more than to relieve yourself.
You couldn't stop yourself from slipping a needy hand past the waistband of your thin underwear to touch yourself as you messily got your boyfriend off. The immediate sense of relief you felt as soon as your hand came into contact with your sopping cunt was peerless.
The moan that came from your occupied mouth was borderline pornographic. It was a muffled, high pitched moan. The kind of moan that takes its time to build up, deep within your chest, waiting until that perfect moment. It was one of those pathetic moans too– the kind when you can't be quiet even if you wanted to.
You could almost cry right then. You weren't sure if it was from the feeling of your fingers rubbing along your slick folds with a sense of urgency, or the fact that Eren was lodged in the back of your throat and you could hardly breathe. Maybe both perhaps. Whatever the reason was, you couldn't find yourself to complain, not that you wanted to anyway.
"This is the only thing you ever wanna do, huh?" As he questioned you, he never stopped bucking his hips into your mouth. "Suck my dick like a fucking whore?" He cocked his head to the right before continuing.
“Yeah, I bet you love sucking my dick, right?” He paused for a moment to allow a throaty groan to escape his open mouth, “You like making me feel good, is that it? Hm?”
Though Eren was well aware that you couldn't exactly speak, part of him was still expecting an answer. God, you tried so hard to respond to him. The only sounds you could make in response were incomplete moans and the sputter of you choking around him, but that's not what he wanted.
With a harsh hand, Eren was pulling you up by your hair once again, forcing your gaze onto his unsatisfied face. He wasn't pleased. "Answer me." He spoke through clenched teeth.
Almost immediately you found yourself nodding up at him, chanting small yeses and mhms in response. "Yes, I love it… I love it so much." You could feel more tears forming in your eyes as you replied.
His rough tone had your sopping walls pulsing around your fingers. It was all a bit much for your poor brain to handle. You could hardly think.
As you stared up at him, Eren's gradually tightening grip on your hair had you wincing in pain, but it was a pain that you didn't mind. Some sick part of you liked the pain to some extent– maybe you even got off to it. A bit of a masochist don't you think?
“I bet you would just love it if I fucked you too, wouldn’t you?” Eren couldn't even finish his sentence before you began nodding up at him with haste. In that moment, the only thing that occupied your foggy mind was the thought of him so deep inside of you as you laid beneath him so compliently like a good girl should. You wanted that more than anything. You wanted him more than anything.
“Yeah? Is that what you want? You want me to fuck you?” Eren questioned as he placed a hand on your cheek, caressing the warm skin with his thumb.
You nodded once more.
What pained you is that he knew exactly what you wanted. Eren always knew, even if he pretended he didn’t. He wasn’t dumb, he just loved when you’d get so desperate to the point you can’t help but to beg for him. What an egotistic fuck.
“Yes please... I want you to fuck me, Eren.” You confirmed, shifting around uncomfortably as he continued to stroke your cheek. “Please?”
Eren didn’t respond. Instead, he removed his hand from your face in order to help you to your feet. Your hands fell back to grip onto the desk behind you and your knees buckled as you tried to regain your balance. He placed two seemingly reassuring hands on your waist to stabilize you.
Eren turned you around so that you could face his monitor. The features of your pretty face lit up from the bright light of the screen in front of you. He proceeded to roughly push your body forward, forcing you to fall onto the desk with a shallow gasp. Your face and clothed chest were now flush with the dark, polished wood.
With one hand, Eren was pushing your soiled underwear to the side, revealing your dripping cunt to him. With his other hand, he began slowly stroking his dick with the help of your saliva from earlier. He nudged the head against your entrance and sighed before speaking, “If I fuck you, I don’t wanna hear you. I don’t want you to touch me. I don’t even want you to look at me. You think you can listen to me for once and do that?”
You took a moment to process what he said. You could feel your heart sink in your chest as you tried to make sense of his harsh words. How were you ever going to stay quiet? Whenever Eren did fuck you, it was virtually impossible for you to even keep your mouth closed.
Before you could amass enough brainpower to respond, Eren was pulling you up from the desk by the thick neckline of your shirt, slightly choking you in the process.
He dropped his head low enough so that he could be level with your face. “Are you even comprehending what I’m saying to you right now? Or are you too much of a brainless slut to understand me?” His voice was sharper than a cleaver and his warm breath fanned across your face.
He was being awfully mean to you, but for some odd reason, you didn’t find yourself to mind it. If anything, it only helped turn you into the drunkest little slut for him.
“Yes… yes, I understand. Please… please just fuck me.” Your words were beginning to slur together as you spoke sporadically. You even felt yourself struggling to breathe. With that, Eren released his hold on your shirt, making you fall forward with a mild thud. Your face was now pressed against his keyboard.
For some unknown reason, begging for Eren always made your vision go blurry with thick tears. You were never sure if it was the result of desperation or just pure sexual avidity.
Eren took his dick in his hand and began rubbing the head all along your glistening folds, painfully slow. Without even realizing, you began involuntarily rolling your hips at the feeling of him. It helped ease the aching tension between your legs.
“Don’t move.” Eren spoke. Two heavy hands were coming down to grip at your hips in order to keep you still. You mumbled a weak apology, hoping that he’d come around to forgive you.
He moved his hands down just a bit so that they could rest on the ample skin of your ass. With both hands, he proceeded to spread you apart, putting your pussy on display for him even further.
No matter how much of a facade Eren put on before you, he would never be able to get over the sight of your pretty little pussy. It was just too good. Of course you’d never know.
“When I’m done with you, you’re gonna leave me alone. You got that?” Eren questioned as he simultaneously began pushing the tip of himself inside of you. You slowly nodded as your mouth fell open at the feeling of him.
A strong hand was coming down to entangle itself within your hair. That same hand was pulling at your roots, forcing your gaze upward, “Tell me that you understand.” Eren demanded. He wasn’t even halfway inside of you and you already found yourself struggling to speak. How pathetic.
“I… I understand. Just please…” Your sentence trailed off when you felt him push himself inside of you a little further. With his fingers still tucked in your hair, Eren proceeded to shove your face down onto the desk, smushing your cheek as he did so. “God, Eren… please.”
Though he couldn’t exactly see your face, Eren just knew you had the most pitiful look etched across all of your features. He knew because it’s the same exact look you’d give him every single time he was about to fuck you senseless. It was almost habitual.
Your eyebrows would knit together as if someone tied them up at the center and pulled them toward the ceiling with a microscopic string. Your wet lips would part just the slightest bit as drool would threaten to spill out the corners of your mouth. And your eyes wouldn’t only be glossed over with tears, but they’d also be glossed over with a look of raw desperation. Absolutely pitiful.
Before you could piece together another feasible thought, Eren was pushing himself the rest of the way inside of you without so much as a warning. Immediately, you found yourself squirming away from him as you were far too sensitive to take all of him so soon. What’s odd is that this is exactly what you asked for, so you’d think you’d be a little more appreciative, right?
Both of Eren’s hands were coming down once again to hold you in place. He had one hand on your waist, while the other was just a little further down, resting on the curve of your hip. The grip he had on you was heavy enough to leave the prettiest little marks for you to discover the next day.
While beginning to rock his hips into you, slow enough to have you on the verge of sobbing, Eren lowered his head so that it could hover over your own before speaking. “You wanted me to fuck you, right?” As he questioned you, he was starting to pick up his pace, quickening the thrust of his hips.
Your mouth sat open while small, untimed breaths fell from it, no other sound would form. With teary and crossed eyes, you nodded to the man above you.
“Then act like it.” He spoke through gritted teeth.
You slowly nodded once again.
As Eren pushed himself in and out of your cunt, you found it nearly impossible to keep quiet. Each time his pelvis met with the curve of your ass, you could feel him so fucking deep– so deep to the point you wanted nothing more than to cry out for him, but Eren wouldn’t like that and you would hate to further upset him. Instead, you just laid there before him, face pressed to the desk, with parted lips and a slack jaw.
The way his hips collided with your ass so roughly had you on the brink of cumming right then. It was far too soon and you knew it, but the feeling of your stomach clenching all the while your sopping walls pulsed around him had your mind going all fuzzy. If you weren’t mistaken, part of you swore you saw white splotches in your vision.
You wanted nothing more than to tell Eren how good he was making you feel, but he made it very clear that he didn’t want to hear you.
No matter how much Eren pretended he didn’t want to fuck you, he always did it so fucking well. The way his cock would graze against your slick walls with each thrust of his hips was always so perfect to say the absolute least. It always had your stomach churning in the thickest arousal.
Eren could almost cringe at how wet you were. The way your slick coated his cock in the shiniest, most glossiest layer had him wanting to scold you for it. He wasn’t completely sure why though. Truthfully, he never understood why you would get so wet for him when all he’d ever do was call you the meanest names.
Sometimes, Eren would feel bad for being so mean to you, but then he would notice how aroused his harsh words got you so it made him feel a bit better about it. He just couldn’t help but to be rude. Who could blame him anyway? You were always so fucking annoying when you’d get like this. He couldn’t help himself. He would do just about anything to shut you up. Ever since the day he met you, he quickly learned that fucking you was the only way you’d ever stay quiet.
He felt indescribably good, filling your pussy up to the fucking brim, but you needed so much more of him. You needed him so much deeper than what he was giving.
Without thinking, you began pushing back onto him, attempting to meet his thrusts halfway. You found yourself panting like a fucking dog as you took what you needed from him.
“Don’t fucking move, [your name].” With a deft hand, Eren was pushing down onto your lower back as an attempt to keep you grounded. You could hardly move with his hand there. That’s exactly what he wanted.
You couldn’t help the choked moans and whimpers that slipped past your lips. Moan after moan fell from your open mouth as Eren pushed himself into you. You never came to realize how much noise you were even making until one of Eren’s hands were coming down to wrap itself around your throat, lifting your body up from the desk.
“Eren… ‘Ren, please.” You gasped and sobbed to the man behind you as you felt his grip on your throat gradually tighten. Desperately, you reached up with both hands to grab at the wrist that choked you.
“Don’t fucking touch me.” He spat. With his free hand, Eren was peeling you off of him.
He had your backside pressed against his chest whilst he continued to fuck himself into you. With his face pressed to your neck and lips ghosting the shell of your ear, Eren spoke, “Do you remember me telling you that I didn’t want to hear you?”
You whispered a small yes as you nodded to him.
“Yeah? You remember that?” He questioned again, a slight coo dancing in his tone.
You mumbled yet another yes in response.
“Then why the fuck can I hear you? Huh?” The tone in which he spoke had your stomach clenching and walls pulsing around him. You couldn’t help but to apologize to him. You felt terrible for disobeying, but it’s not like you meant to. It was his fault anyway. He knew you couldn’t stay quiet even if you wanted to.
With your throat still in Eren’s hand and your back to his chest, he began to fuck you harder. The soft skin of your ass would ripple with the force of each thrust. The sound was obscene. That was the only thing that could be heard, other than your shallow gasps of air and Eren’s heavy breathing from behind you.
Every now and then, a grunt or a barely audible groan would erupt from deep within Eren’s chest. He didn’t mean for you to hear him, as he didn’t want to give you the satisfaction of knowing that part of him was enjoying this. But you heard him, loud and clear.
Somehow, you managed to turn your head far enough to the side in an attempt to catch a quick glimpse of Eren. The sight you were met with was enough to have your legs trembling as they dangled from the desk, almost on the verge of giving out.
Each and every one of his admirable features was worth mentioning. It was the way his eyebrows furrowed together just the teeniest bit at the center. The way his forehead glistened in the thinnest layer of sweat. The way those messy strands of hair tried to peek through his headset. The way his abdomen would clench with every thrust of his hips. Even the way his mouth hung open just the slightest as unanticipated moans slipped from it. God, it was all worth mentioning.
Eren could swear on his life that he hated this, although you’d never believe him. That pure sight of him alone was more than enough evidence to prove that you weren’t the only one craving this. Eren craved it too. Maybe not nearly as much as you, but a small part of him didn’t mind it.
He would be lying to himself if he said he wasn’t enjoying this. He always enjoyed fucking himself into your sweet little pussy until your brain was nothing but mush. He loved it when you’d throw yourself at him so that he could use you like the little slut that you are. And most of all, he loved it when you’d disobey him so that he’d have an actual excuse to be mean to you.
Fuck, there’s nothing Eren loved more than being mean to his sweet little girlfriend. It’s the one thing that turned him on the absolute most without fail.
Eren must have felt your lingering gaze because the hand that was coming up to your face startled you half to death.
“You must like it when I’m mean to you, huh?” As he spoke, he was using a single hand to completely cover your mouth, nose, and eyes– not only muffling your moans, but blocking your vision and obstructing your breathing as well. His hand covered the entirety of your face. “Is that why you disobey me? Because you like when I treat you like shit?” He questioned you once more, jerking your face in aggression as he spoke.
You couldn’t stop yourself from nodding. Your salty tears and muffled sobs of pleasure were absorbed into his palm.
“I gave you a few simple instructions, yet you still managed to disobey every single one of them.” You whispered a barely audible apology only to be hushed by Eren. You heard him deeply sigh before readjusting himself behind you. He didn’t want to hear your apologies nor did he care. As a matter of fact, he couldn't care less.
You heard him shuffling around behind you in an attempt to find a new position. Eren pushed the desk chair to his side and proceeded to hike his right leg up, planting his foot on the chair’s cushion. He then readjusted his grip on your hips, his fingernails digging into the sensitive flesh. God, it stung so bad– almost to the point it felt good.
Eren pulled himself all the way out of you, the tip of himself resting just at your entrance. You almost wanted to frown at the loss of contact. With one of his hands, he took his cock and began rubbing the head along the expanse of your cunt, careful as to not miss a single part of you. He dragged himself from your clit, all the way down to your entrance again, pushing in the head just a bit, only to pull it out just as quickly. He did that a few times, seeing how long you could endure this before you would lose your mind.
It didn’t take long for you to start whining at the feeling of him. Eren wasn’t surprised. It hadn’t even been more than a few seconds before you started huffing irritated breaths, whimpering his name, and muttering all kinds of pathetic pleads.
“If you don’t shut up, I’m going to leave you like this, [your name].” As Eren spoke, he never stopped his tortuous movements. “You don’t want me to leave you like this, do you?” He continued as he ran a calloused hand down your back, tracing your spine. You immediately shook your head.
The way Eren had you nearly falling apart before him was almost sad. He had you like putty in his hands. You’d let him mold you into just about anything he wanted, whenever he wanted. You were always willing to do anything for that man. Not only was it pathetic, but it was miserable.
Eren pushed the head of himself inside of you once more before bottoming out in a single thrust. Almost immediately, he picked up the most merciless pace imaginable.
He was fucking you so good and hard, that your entire body would move with each thrust of his hips. The desk would creak just the slightest bit each time his pelvis met with the curve of your ass. With his leg hiked up on the chair like that, he was able to hit a spot so deep, you were afraid you’d cum before you even wanted to.
You could hear Eren’s shaky breaths and deep grunts from behind you. Everytime he went to inhale, his breath would hitch just the slightest bit in his throat. You even noticed the barely audible whimpers in each of his breaths. He only did that when he was about to cum. He thought you wouldn’t notice, but you did. You always noticed.
He felt so fucking good to the point you were a few more thrusts away from cumming. You began panting like a bitch in heat as you felt your walls closing around him. And though you were tightening around his dick, Eren’s thrusts never fluctuated. He held that same, cruel pace he began with, not faltering in the slightest.
You wanted to tell Eren that you were cumming. You really did, but you knew you couldn’t. All you could do was lay there and take all of him as you tried to stifle your moans and whimpers. It was hard– trying to remain quiet while on the brink of cumming. Of course Eren knew you were struggling, he just didn’t care.
Your poor brain couldn’t even register the harsh orgasm that coursed through your body. The feeling of your abdomen contracting and the fluttering of your soft walls around his cock made it nearly impossible for you to breathe. Your head felt warm and fuzzy as your long awaited orgasm finally washed over your limp body, leaving you a twitching, stuttering mess. That feeling would always be unmatched.
The force of Eren’s thrusts had your cum leaking out of you, creating the biggest mess. Your heavy release coated your cunt, the expanse of your ass, and Eren’s cock in a milky-white layer. Fuck, it was so messy.
Eren couldn’t help but to throw his head back as he let a guttural groan fall from his mouth. He allowed his head to dangle over his broad shoulders as he stared up at the ceiling. The feeling of you cumming around him made it extremely hard for even him to keep quiet. What a hypocrite.
“You think you deserve my cum?” Eren questioned. As he prompted you, he was directing his gaze down from the ceiling and onto your ruined body. You began nodding desperately. You wanted his cum more than anything. You needed it.
“Yeah? You think so?” Eren cooed. He pulled himself out of you to hastily stroke himself in his hand, his gaze fixated on your cunt. Your slick and viscous arousal coated both his cock and his palm in the messiest layer. You started mumbling small mhms and whimpers in response.
With his free hand, Eren pulled you up from the desk by your shirt and finally turned you around. As he did so, he never stopped stroking himself. You were finally able to get a decent look at him and God, he was so fucking fine. His face was dusted with the faintest shade of red, his forehead was sticky with beads of sweat, and his cock was dripping in your release. The headset that was once around his head wasn’t even there anymore, it was barely resting around his neck– dangerously close to falling off.
Eren brought that same hand up to your head, threading his fingers within your hair. With a single hand, he was pushing you to your knees. You fell to the floor with a loud thud. It didn’t take much resistance from you, if any at all. Your knees were far too weak for you to even attempt any form of defiance, not that you wanted to anyway.
You were now face to face with Eren’s cock.
A set of teary, doed eyes and knitted eyebrows were staring up at Eren as he sloppily stroked himself in front of your face. You sat on your knees before him, practically drooling like a fucking puppy ready to receive a treat.
“You want it?” Eren asked, cocking his head to the side, his thick fingers still tucked in your hair.
You nodded up at him. He knew what you wanted.
With his hand still on your head, Eren began to pull at your roots, forcing your gaze upward. He continued to stroke himself in front of you. He was so close to your face, you felt the head of his cock brush the tip of your nose.
“Oh fuck.” Eren silently cursed under his breath when he felt his stomach tightening at the same time his cock was twitching in his hand. As he felt himself nearing his orgasm, his grip on your hair only tightened, slowly forcing your head further back.
The sounds that came from him were guttural. He finally allowed those choked up moans and hitched breaths to fall freely from his mouth as he began to release himself. Warm, translucent ropes of cum were being released all over you. Your entire face was covered in it– your lips, your nose, your cheeks, and even your forehead was dripping in the sticky substance.
Eren pumped himself in his hand a few more times with slow, languid strokes before he began dragging his dripping tip across your face, spreading his seed. He dragged his cock from your cheek, across the bridge of your nose, all the way to the opposite side of your face before ending at your lips. He proceeded to push himself into your mouth one final time, forcing you to gag around him. He only laughed at your response.
Eren exhaled a sigh of exhaustion before pulling his shorts back up his thighs. The hand he used to stroke himself with was still wet with both of your cum, so Eren took it upon himself to wipe his hand on your shirt, staining the fabric with his seed. He made sure to look you in your eyes as he did so.
“Clean this shit up.” Was the last thing Eren said to you before he was sitting back down and pulling his headset from around his neck to place it back onto his head. He unpaused that stupid computer of his and just like that, his attention was no longer on you.
You never moved. You stayed still in the same exact position he left you. Your face felt all warm and sticky, but you didn’t mind it. If anything, you loved it. You loved how Eren’s cum felt as it dripped down your cheeks.
You loved it so much that you decided to take your index finger and swipe it across your face, collecting the sticky substance. You proceeded to push that very finger into your mouth, sucking him clean off the skin. You hummed to yourself in satisfaction as you tried to savor the taste of Eren on your tongue.
You were content– happy even. You got exactly what you wanted just like always. Eren could never say no to you no matter how hard he tried. But now that you’ve got what you so desperately craved, you’re going to leave Eren alone to play his game just like he asked you… right?