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onlyhoons · 9 months

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so... bored | '02z ★

# : smut, threesome, perv!matthew and perv!taerae, kind of subby taerae ? hehe idk

warnings : none (?)

wc : 0.7k (WOAH)

💬 : this is my first time writing a threesome fic hehe. I was giggling and twirling while writing this. this was also based on an ask!!!

one day, matthew and taerae are just chilling in their dorms seconds away from dying; of boredom. matthew looks at taerae, whose been scrolling on his phone for hours, aswell as matthew.

an idea pops into his head. its not necessarily an idea since it happens so often, but he speaks up to tell his good friend nonetheless.

"taerae~" — "what now?" he sighs, hinting that he can already sense the mischief matthews up to. matthew chuckles "im.. super bored". taerae sets down his phone and sighs again as he slouches into their shared couch. "me too, do you wanna do something?" he asks the boy beside him, shifting his place to face matthews grinning face.

"lets call yn." matthew declares in a stern voice. "oh, youre that bored?" — "so.. bored, taerae". I think we can all tell what bored means by now.

"well, i guess we could..." taerae mumbles, faster than he thought he would. matthew grabs his phone and immediately dials your number.

you pause the show your watching to pick up another call from yet again, matthew.

"hello?" — "yn~.. me and taerae are so... bored. could you come over? lets hangout."

"matthew, i came over a few nights ago. and the night before, and the night before that! are you sure the others are okay with this? I cant keep going back and forth from my house everyday."

you exclaim, worried if your intruding the other boys space by coming over so much. you tried to lessen the habit but you just couldnt say no to matthews sweet whiny voice.

"they dont mind yn! besides, we can be as loud as we want. I mean, you can stay for as long as you want. hanbin took the rest to his moms place so its just me, taerae, and you. just the three of us." he reassured you. in a soft, persuading voice. hell, even taerae was getting hard because of matthews words.

"i.. okay.. I'll be there in 10." you hang up the phone quickly as you get ready to see your best friends for the fourth time this week.

matthew puts his phone away, noticing taeraes growing hard on in the corner of his eye. "holy shit, are you hard already?" he laughs in utter disbelief whilst taerae throws a cushion at the other boy, covering his face with his shirt. (Imagine his abs holy fuck).

"I cant hold it in anymore, i really need to fuck her." taerae admits shyly. a slight blush creeping onto his cheeks.

a few 20 or 30 minutes later matthew sprints from the living room, rushing to open the door. the door swings open to a very excited matthew. "what took you so long?" he asked, worried.

"there was a lot of traffic on the way, anyway, let me in please?" you tease. "oh, right." you step inside the apartment, hearing a slight ruffling noise coming from the next room.

"where's taerae?" — "huh, i dont know, he's been in our room ever since i left.." matthew replies innocently, knowing damn well what taerae is doing in their shared bedroom.

you and matthew walk over to the bedroom door and twist the knob open slowly. revealing taerae with his right hand sliding up and down his dick while the other is covering his mouth to supress the dirty words he want to say to you.

you gasp, covering your eyes with your hands subconsciously.

matthew puts his hands over yours and gently removes them from your face, then snaking his arms around your waist. "oh come on. dont you wanna watch, sweetheart?" he whispers softly into your ear. shivers were sent down your spine as his voice rung inside your ears.

taerae stops hesitantly, sitting up so you can see him better. precum dripping from his tip, twitching so shyly. he starts tearing up, needing your touch. "help him baby, help me. we need you so.. so badly." matthew whispers, just loud enough for you to hear. before you knew it he pushed you onto the bed beside taerae and started kissing you everywhere.

"matthew I- mmffph" you try protesting but its no use, youre already too far into their trap. lust takes over your soul as matthews tongue roams around your cute little mouth.

your hands run through his hair as taerae stares for a bit before slowly stroking himself once again. you could already feel your core aching for more.

this was gonna be a long night for the three of you.

part two ? [ written by ©onlyhoons ]

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jjkeremika · 7 months

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You’re loud in my life and in my dreams

description: mikasa gets off to the thought of eren in the next room and he can hear everything

pairing: eren x mikasa, eremika (aot,snk)

universe: og/original

smut: ye

It was always late at night in bed when the the thoughts crept in. It had almost become a routine, imagining scenario after scenario in which their bodies tangled and their souls danced.

Originally, the thoughts were tamer. More about revisiting how he’d acted that day, how good he looked and if he looked better today than yesterday. Sometimes even now it still started that way.

Soon they became more intimate, remembering what his touch felt like during practice fights and imagining that feeling elsewhere. She liked the different sensation that warmed between her legs as she thought of him and his roaming hands.

Over time they became increasingly more sexual. Imagining his hands touching and squeezing her breasts and her butt and every sensitive spot on her body. Sometimes the feeling would burn inside her until the temptation to touch herself was too much to resist.

Wishing it was Eren’s hand creeping down her stomach or up her thighs was innate. Immediately her touch morphed into his and she freely allowed herself to picture himself all over her.

She’d rut against pillows while twirling her finger in the way she knew she liked, similar to the way Eren twirled the strand of hair in front of her face that one night he slept near her on the floor.

A slight high-pitched noise involuntarily released from her lips as she remembered his smile that night, how badly she’d wished one of them had the courage to close the gap between them.

Mikasa removed her hand and allowed herself to lay for a moment, feeling the fast pulse of blood to her pelvis, warming and dilating the muscles, making her more sensitive.

She had to stay quiet. They were staying in a barracks with awkwardly little room. She didn’t have to share a room like the others, (being one of the top-ranking soldiers had its perks), but the superiors were across the hall. Eren’s room was also only next door, separated by a thin wooden wall.

She took controlled deep breaths before thoughts of Eren cleaning the barracks crept in. He’d taken his shirt off to avoid it getting dirty. It’d been six months since she’d last seen him shirtless, and his muscles have developed a lot since then.

She remembered watching Eren train for hours a day with various Scouts and Garrison members. He’d always glance at her after, like he wanted her to know that he knew she was there. Observing him. She briefly wondered if he looked for her when she wasn’t there.

After a few moments of silence, Mikasa dipped her hand back inside the thin layer of protective lace. She released a shaky gasp as she pressed down—still sensitive.

The usual memories and illustrated thoughts flooded into her mind. The times Eren held or grazed her hand, the times he brushed her hair out of her face, the times he’d hugged her before her most dangerous missions, the mornings he’d greet her first with his husky, bed-heavy voice.

All thoughts stemmed from one memory. The moment when Mikasa had lost her balance and fallen on top of Eren during a practice fight. She’d scrambled onto her hands and knees, and just before she could stand up, he’d grabbed her wrists.

Eren had locked her in place with his look and grip. She remembered feeling frozen, like if she’d moved she’d break the moment, shattering what could’ve been into thousands of irreparable pieces.

They’d felt removed from the scene. They were alone, isolated in a realm suspended between space and time. A universe of just them, existing together in that moment, forever. Flash-freezing every detail of the memory into her brain. The coordinate memory, where it all started.

Where it all ended when people started calling their names, separating them.

The red blush across his cheeks screamed all the words he struggled to say to her. His tough exterior and aggressive attitude diminished, evaporating like a glass of water exposed to the sun.

He’d have the same blush on his cheeks while he kissed down her stomach towards the throbbing spot between her legs, the spot she so desperately wanted to introduce to him.

She squeezed her breast with one hand, imagining that it was Eren’s hand, imagining that more of her boob was covered than what she was capable of doing. She always imagined he’d have that same fiery and determined look in his eyes, intent on pleasing her to her fullest extent.

Pinching her nipple and rotating her hips against her finger bolstered the sensation to the point where she gasped out the first half of his name, like she were calling out for his ghost.

Mikasa didn’t realize how wet she was until she could hear the liquid squelching under her finger. She moved so that one foot was anchored onto the bed, knee in the air, and she slipped her finger lower and then inside her, swirling it in her own fluid before feeling her warm muscles enveloping the appendage.

She desperately ground onto her fingers, imagining Eren holding her down and stuffing himself inside of her. She chased the feeling of her fingers, knowing it would feel better rutting against Eren’s.

A myriad of “Oooh’s” and “Ahh’s” slipped out of her mouth and bounced off the walls. They were quiet, but the room was quieter, and the whispers echoed like screams.

Eren sat upright in his bed when he thought he heard his name. It was so soft and muffled that he couldn’t be sure if it was real or if he imagined it in some half-awake, half-dream-like state. It sounded so tense and needy that he couldn’t stop replaying it in his head, couldn’t help when he felt an aching sensation in his pants.

He recognized that voice. He grew up with that voice. He loved that voice.

His imagination grabbed the call with rabid claws and ran wild. Wolves of desire bit into the carcass of his innocent thoughts and scattered shreds of pure lust and affection. His brain sent signal after signal to pump more blood, to elicit more thoughts, to generate the irresistible urge to start holding himself at his base and syncing his movement to the natural beat of her voice.

He tried really hard to not touch himself to thoughts of her. He didn’t want to taint the purest form of her in his memory with his own white streaks of pure filthy desire. But he was only human and struggled to resist certain urges, and his heart beat a certain way and his brain stopped processing when he was around her, that sometimes he couldn’t help it. His hand would be wrapped around his cock before the thoughts of Mikasa stripping and holding and touching him abandoned him again. The emotions after were always mixed—excitement and relief; regret and shame.

Eren heard his name again and he pressed his ear to the wall. If it was Mikasa’s voice, it would be coming from her room, which is right next to his. He knew that much, and he also knew on the other side of this wall was her bed.

His cheeks reddened at the thought of Mikasa lying in her bed, sprawled out, calling—no, begging for him. He felt the blood pump to his pelvis and he instantly pressed his palm against his growing erection, willing for it to stop. He couldn’t keep thinking of her like that. He couldn’t keep using her like that.

He froze as he heard his name for the third time, this one more breathy, more needy than the others. She was asking for him. He pressed his other hand flat against the wall and started to instinctually palm himself through his pants.

As he listened carefully, he could hear her heavy breathing, some raspy moans. There was a pang in his heart at the thought of her with someone else, but then he was brought back to life when he heard her moan his name louder this time.

He thought of how pretty she must’ve looked; cheeks pink, lips parted. Asking for him. Wanting him.

He thought of how her short black hair was probably cast across the pillow, messy from running her hands through it and rolling around, static and sweat-ridden. He thought of how her hand was like his, between legs, making movements they both wished the other was doing. His dick twitched at the thought of her guiding his hand; his pace fastened as he thought of how she must’ve looked, pink and pale and sweaty and sexy.

Eren bit his lip and fought back a moan as the pleasure started building inside of him. He could practically picture Mikasa on her knees in front of him, hand wrapped around the base of his cock, a mischievously innocent look in her eyes as she stared into his soul, asking if what she wanted to do was okay. He could picture her mouth inching closer, could envision her wrapping her pretty pink lips around his pretty pink cock. Wanted to thrust into her mouth and watch her take it like the good soldier she always was.

Hearing her breathy moans was dangerous. Each noise went into his ear and straight to his dick, further solidifying his desire for her. Fueling just how badly he wanted her. Eren wanted to record the noises and play them back when he was alone and couldn’t escape the countless thoughts of her. His mind was a prison and she was the guards, the prisoners, the owner, the investors, and the creator.

He bit his lip as an involuntary noise escaped from his throat. He could practically hear her telling him where to touch, how to move. He wanted to feel her everywhere, create a textural map of her body where he could trace his favorite trails and revisit his favorite spots. He already knew where he’d start: hiking the two mountains on her chest.

He pressed his forehead against the wall, imagining the divet between wood planks as her cleavage. His nails dug into the wood as he thought of squeezing her boob, imagining the skin molding into his palm and pushing the excess soft flesh into his cheek. He loosened his grip on his cock and quickened the pace of his hand.

“Oh, fuck, Mikasa,” slipped out of his mouth before he could bite it back. Probably not as quietly as he would’ve liked. He was so desperate for her it was almost embarrassing. His body craved her; he wanted to reach out for her every time she walked by, wanted to bring her into his chest and hold her so tightly she would imprint on him. So he’d always be able to have her.

Mikasa moaned his name loudly this time, almost like it was in response to his call, and Eren could clearly hear each syllable and felt it vibrate through the wood.

This was the most breathless she’d been, the most desperate she’d sounded. She was still going. To the thought of him. He came right into his hand as soon as he’d processed it.

His heart was beating faster than his mind could keep up; he was reeling from the pleasure reverberating from his toes to his fingers to his head as his lungs struggled to breathe. He could hear Mikasa’s voice echoing so clearly in his mind, like she were right in front of him, right underneath him.

His cock twitched and he felt himself grow hard again as he drew Mikasa stuck to the bed, sprawled out for him, begging for him to touch her, to kiss her—to do anything to her, for her.

Without thinking, he rushed off of his bed and put the first pair of pants on he could find, wiping the viscous white fluid all over the sheets. He didn’t care—he didn’t have the privilege to. The most beautiful girl in the entire world was in the next room, touching herself to him, wishing it was him, saying his name like a summoning spell.

He quietly opened his door, and checked that the hallway was empty before dipping his toes out. He closed his door even more quietly than he’d opened it, now painfully aware of just how quiet it was.

He strained his ears as he walked to the door over. It wasn’t as obvious as when he was sat in his bed, but he could faintly hear something. Pressing his ear to her door confirmed that the noises he’d heard in his room were from inside.

His heart was beating faster than before, the pace rapidly quickening due to nerves. His hand hovered over the doorknob, contemplating his actions for the first time. Whatever happened after opening the door was irreversible. Their relationship would never been the same.

For the worst?

He inhaled deeply, caged it inside his lungs until it burned, closed his eyes, and rapidly opened the door.

Mikasa had instantly rocketed upright from her relaxed position, reluctantly removing her fingers from inside and grabbing the sheet to cover her naked body. She automatically assumed a superior had entered due to the noise.

For the best?

Eren opened his eyes and saw Mikasa’s wide dark eyes, bright and lively with surprise and fear. Her hair was sticking all over the place with her face-framing strands matted flat from sweat. Her face was flushed with bright red cheeks. Her fist was just in front of her chest, the sheet clutched so tightly barely covering her breasts, and her shoulders rounded in a way that only accentuated the size of her breasts and cleavage.

The door closed behind him as he started walking over, into the light of the window. She gasped out his name as soon as she saw him and a deep red blush encompassed her entire face. Eren’s dick twitched at the gasp, yet another pronunciation of his name from her lips that will return in the dark of the night, haunting him.

“What are you doing here?” she managed out while he silently continued to saunter over. He stopped in front of her bed, looking down at her.

She cowered slightly under his intense gaze. It’s not like she was insecure, it was the opposite really, but it was Eren, and something about the way he was observing her was so watchful, so detail-oriented. Like he was seeing a side to her that he’d never seen, for the first and last time, and he was dedicated to committing each detail to memory.

Eren sat down next to her on the bed. She didn’t move, she was still too shocked, but Eren didn’t want her to move anyway.

“I heard you.” Her heart dropped, and the fearful look in her eyes grew. Her worst fear, realized in the flesh, looking at her in her most intimate moment. She knew he was about to tell her off, that it was inappropriate.

“I…” He took the hand that was covering her chest with the blanket and lowered it to her lap. She released the blanket in favor of holding his hand, and her stomach jumped hurdles as he held hers.

A switch flipped once he lowered their hands to his lap. The anxious feeling of being told off was gone, and feverish joy immediately overwhelmed her body.

“I need you too.”

#should i make a part 2 #eremika #eren x mikasa #eren jaeger #mikasa ackerman #aot #snk #eremika smut #eren smut #mikasa smut #snk smut #aot smut #jjkeremika #i have to tag myself bc i wrote it lmao

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