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taixju · 2 years

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SUMMER LOVIN’

CONTENT WARNINGS: eren x fem!reader x jean, threesome, infidelity, scumbag!eren, cuckhold!jean, cunnilingus, oral (m + f receiving), fingering, vaginal sex, dirty talk, masturbation, exhibitionism, voyeurism, rough sex, breeding kink, humiliation, dubcon, degradation, overstimulation, manipulation, daddy kink, dacryphilia, eavesdropping, piss kink (if you squint), porn with little plot (dark)

SYNOPSIS: When Eren offers you a summer job, he didn’t think his invitation was extended to your boyfriend. He had hoped to have you all to himself this summer...but Jean doesn’t mind sharing, right?

WORD COUNT: 7.2K

11:37 AM - The Lake

It was an unusually hot day. Muggy; the air was heavy and everything felt sticky. You sigh, fanning yourself only to be disappointed by the hot air. Your shirt was damp with sweat and clinging to your figure. Pulling your shirt over your head, you fling it to the back of the chair, totally unaware of the man watching you strip from across the lake. Reaching behind, you shyly hook a finger into your red bikini bottoms, tugging it free so that it was no longer digging into your ass. You were miserable, to say the least; contemplating ever coming to this shitty summer camp.

It all started when your mom phoned you a week before school got out. She was so excited to tell you about the great opportunity she had lined up for you this summer. And the best part?

Remember that boy, Eren, she gushed, Such a sweetheart – I told him that you would be home this summer and he was kind enough to extend a summer job position to you! Isn’t that great, honey?

Fucking fantastic.

Eren Yeager. Who didn’t know him? He was the neighborhood’s notorious fuck boy. Most guys wanted to be him; silently applauding him for being such “a goddamn pussy magnet.” And the men were not liars – to most women, this reputation preceded him; claiming him to be “a good fuck with a huuuge cock.”

And while you’d hate to admit it, your interest was piqued but your boyfriend was no idiot. Although Jean's colorful vocabulary described him as “a first class asshole”, he pretended that he didn’t know that you secretly wanted to know if the rumors were true. It didn’t matter, he reassured himself, 'cause you were his girl. Not Eren’s.

But what he didn’t know was that for the last few weeks you were here at Red Ridge Summer Camp, Eren Yeager was the last man you thought about as Jean fucked you, secretly imagining it was actually Eren’s “huuuge cock” drilling into your cunt.

So here you were. Stuck spending whatever remained of your summer break at Red Ridge Campgrounds. It wouldn’t be all that bad, you do your best to convince yourself. At the very least you weren’t alone – Jean being the stereotypical, adoring boyfriend, eagerly followed you, wagging tail and all, to the same summer job. But to say you were distracted by a certain someone, was a goddamn understatement.

You sit at the very top of the tower, scanning the sparkling lake over your tinted Ray Bans. Campers staying in the shallow? Check. Sasha supervising the deck? Check. Eren smoking a fat blunt? Fuck.

You hop out of your chair and climb down, making your way over to the man of the hour. He sees you coming but doesn’t make any attempt to hide the prohibited item.

“Come on, Eren,” you cross your arms, emphasizing your disapproval as you approach him.

Initially he doesn’t respond right away. Soaking up your appearance with his emerald eyes, he looks down at your chest unabashedly and as almost to test what little patience you had left, he blows the remnants of his last hit in your face.

“That’s my name,” He smirks—finally speaking before bringing the shrinking bud to his lips once again, “Love it when you say my name..”

His legs are spread wide open — his posture completely relaxed, all while exuding silent confidence. He’s shirtless; wearing nothing but swim shorts and a black SnapBack. You swallow, your throat suddenly feeling parched. And as if he knew you were staring, he grins, lifting his cap to run a hand through his messy hair which gives you the perfect view of the muscles flexing through his chest. He was fucking gorgeous and it wasn’t easy to ignore the fact that he was sweaty, making it even more difficult to remember the reason why you even walked over to him in the first place. His tongue teasingly darts out, swiping along his upper lip, licking up beads of perspiration before taking another long drag.

Jean was great. But again, that didn’t mean you were immune.

“Eyes up here, sweetheart.” His grin, teasing. You blush, quickly clearing your throat before looking away.

“There’s children here, Eren,” you turn to him. He looks good. And it’s a challenge to not gawk. But weren’t about to boost his ego. He had enough of that and it takes everything within you to look straight and ignore his comment. “You’re setting a horrible example.”

“They don’t give a fuck what I’m doing,” he says nonchalantly but much to your relief, he snags the end of his blunt on the wooden table, putting it out.

“You’re a Camp Counselor. You’re supposed to be teaching them-..”

“Yeah,” he scoffs, cutting you off, “By the time, these little fucking terrors reach high school, more than half of them will be smoking grass out of their ass. Besides–”

He distracts you, wiping a bead of sweat from his temple – the corded muscles in his bicep flexing deliciously.

“–They can’t even see me from here.” His apathetic reply, makes you roll your eyes. He was older and the one who invited you here and yet, why were you clearly being the more responsible adult here?

“God. Why are you such an asshole?”

Your apparent anger seems to amuse him even more.

“Hey now. Let’s not use the Lord’s name in vain,” he jumps from the table, getting right up in your personal space. It startles you and you can’t help but shy back. As nervous as you were, you somehow managed to frown up at him, not wanting to appear scared, “I-It’s not as if you’re the most religious man, Eren.”

He stands tall, towering over you, and it was intimidating. You were in no way considered to be short but Eren was just that big. He takes a step forward and is suddenly close enough that his sweaty musk invades your nose. Your filthy mind can’t help but wander and wonder whether or not his dick was just as big, as you've heard. Given his size, you wouldn’t be surprised. He gives you a sadistic smile, as if to say he knew exactly what you were thinking.

If only you knew what kinds of fucked up thoughts he was thinking. The things he wanted to do to that dirty little mouth of yours. And if God himself had heard his prayers, your mouth parts slightly, your pink tongue darting out to wet your bottom lip. Waiting. Waiting to see if either one of you would dare to go pass the forbidden threshold.

But that wasn’t today; He was testing you and you weren’t ready.

Eren grins.

“You just need to learn to lighten up, Princess.” He pats your cheek, patronizingly, breaking whatever trance he had over you, before walking away. You release a shaky breath that you didn’t even realize you were holding in.

If there was one thing that could absolutely ruin your summer, it would be Eren Yeager.

1:59 PM

Eren is fucking miserable. He didn’t think his summer job invitation was extended to your boyfriend. What a great opportunity, he thought, to have you all to himself.

The reason behind his bad mood was the man across the room. Of all the people to be partnered up with for the rest of the summer, it had to be Kirstein. But the one thing that really irritated Eren? He was fucking jealous. Jean had the one thing that he couldn’t have and that was you.

He grunts, finishing his third set, placing the bar into their slots before sitting up and wiping sweat with the collar of his t-shirt. You’ve been on his mind all day and it frustrates him how…distracting you’ve been. There’s no way you didn’t know; how much he wanted you. Craved you. It was fucking insufferable. The way fanned yourself, as if you were oblivious to the fact that everyone could see your pretty tits right through that poor excuse of a shirt – wearing it as though you thought it actually covered anything. No matter how many times he jerked off; no matter how much pussy he emptied his load into – it didn’t fucking matter because every goddamn time made him realize he’s never going to truly be satisfied unless it was you.

His dick gets hard as he remembers you from this afternoon, scolding and reprimanding him for being such a naughty boy. It excites him; picturing the way your nose scrunches up every time he says anything mildly distasteful, how your eyes widened like a deer in the headlights when he came close; close enough to take notice of the way your nipples hardened and peaked through your thin t-shirt. It took everything within him not to take you right then and there.

But best believe he rubbed one off in the porta potty; after locking the door and wasting no time, he was quick to whip his cock out. It was fucking filthy – the way he had this routine down to a T; spitting a fat glob of saliva into his palm before vigorously fucking his fist, imagining it was actually your pretty pussy he was pummeling into. He doesn’t last long; sighing as he cums with a shudder, dirtying the toilet with his fat load.

That’s when Eren decided. Fuck Kirstein. One way or another, he was gonna fuck you by the end of this summer.

That night, you’re the last to go to bed. You’re alone in your tent but are fucking miserable. Of all the other tents in the camp, why did yours have to be right next door to Eren’s. You bury your head under the sleeping bag covers, unsuccessfully drowning out the screams from next door.

Fuck you’re so big!

Fuck me harder, ‘Ren!

Listening to the shrill screeches for the past 10 minutes left you in a pissy, but notably sexually frustrated, mood; silently wishing it was you who was evidently getting their brains fucked out.

“Jesus,” the sound of your boyfriend's voice startles you, he holds open the flap as he makes his way into your tent, “Sounds like someone’s being murdered.”

You open your arms wide, waiting for him to crawl into your embrace, “Here to keep me company?”

He kneels down, scooping you up and cuddling you close in his lap. He was just as big as Eren. Maybe even bigger. But it was different. Warm. Safe. Familiar.

“Go to sleep, love,” he presses a soft kiss to your temple, tucking you into your sleeping bag.

“Not sleepy,” you smile playfully, as you wrap your arms around his neck, straddling his lap as you grind against his now hardening cock.

“Here?” he groans, digging his fingers into your ass, “Fuck – baby, I-I don’t know about this.”

“Promise I’ll be quiet, daddy” you drawl, pressing your lips to his, and drowning out the moans that he swallows. The both of you know that, that’s a fucking lie to which he grins, allowing you to erotically explore his mouth but the sound of the dirty sex next door is distracting.

You can almost picture it in your head; heavy balls slapping against the lucky girls’ ass as Eren’s thick cock plunges into her needy cunt. It’s as though he wanted you to hear. Wanted to make you jealous. And it almost works. But Jean, noticing your lack of concentration, pinches your chin, forcibly opens your mouth, before unshakably commanding, “Stick your tongue out. That’s it...That’s my good girl.”

His praises make you wet; And you can’t help but moan as he wraps his lips around the tip of your tongue, nursing it as he would your tit, while his hands quickly make their way into the front of your panties. He pulls away to get a better look as he runs circles around your slickened clit.

“Fuck,” he curses, “Come here.”

He wraps his arms around your tummy, instructing you to turn around, and hums in approval when you finally settle your both knees along the sides of his head. He grunts when the bulge in his briefs nudges your chin and that alone is difficult for you to ignore.

“Wanna eat you out, baby,” he presses light kisses to the outside of your pussy, making you whimper, “Like the sound of that?...Yeah? My good girl wanna ride my tongue?”

You don’t reply, allowing your actions to speak for yourself, pulling his cock free before swallowing his length whole, and it’s not long before his swollen tip hits the back of your throat. Inhale through the nose, you remind yourself as you pull back up, trailing your flat tongue along the veiny backside of his dick, salty precum leaving a slick trail to your pouty lips.

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” Jean mumbles into your puffy lips. His fat tongue invading your entrance, fucking you fast and curling upward every time it’s inside of you. Your cunt is gushing with your own slick and his warm spit; the lude wet sounds filling up your tent as you take his cock into your mouth once again.

And as almost on cue, you hear Eren’s faint grunts and groans not too far away.

That’s it. Fuck-..!

You picture Eren ramming the lucky girl from behind, his fingers digging into her hips as he drills his fat cock into her loose cunt.

My cock that good, baby? Huh?

“So good,” you unintentionally answer, whining loud enough for Eren to hear. You hump Jean’s face, digging your hands into his thighs as he pushes a second finger into you, all while his thumb and tongue take turns flicking your clit.

What was that? Can’t hear you. You hear Eren breathily chuckle.

So fucking good ‘Ren! You’re cock’s fucking good! The woman in his tent shrieks. You dig your toes into the ground, mentally cursing him because you know he can hear you.

Gonna come for me? Yeah? You close? Eren grunts, with each plunge eliciting a loud slap every time his hips meet the woman’s cunt.

Suddenly, Jean flips you over, kneeling over you as he takes off his shirt, his muscles flexing as he grabs your thighs and tugs you close. Before you can complain, his fingers are quick to find their place inside of you once again. He leans down, wrapping his entire mouth around your cunt, before sucking at your clit loudly. He knew what Eren was doing but he wanted to make sure the man in the other tent knew exactly what he was missing out on; No cunt was as sweet as yours and no amount of pussy would be able to make up for his loss.

“J-Jean-..!” You squirm, gripping the thin sheets of the sleeping bag. He presses his large hand into your lower belly, holding down firmly to keep your hips from rising off the ground. You were so close.

He adds a third finger and it enters you with ease. The way your walls clench around him makes him groan, his voice vibrating along his tongue and against your clit as he continues to ravage you from the inside out. As his fingers plunge in and out, you can’t help but notice his pinky teasing the puckered hole of your ass, dipping back into your cunt every so often to lubricate its tip. The sensation alone is enough to make you shiver and the sounds of Eren’s rough fucking brings you even closer to your high.

Cum for me, that’s it. Squeeze my cock - just like that, babygirl.

Jean reaches down to squeeze his own cock, vigorously pumping up and down its slippery length, just as excited as you are by what the both of you are overhearing. You watch him through heavy eyelids, as he strokes himself to the same rhythm that he is using to fuck you with his fingers and tongue. The sight of your boyfriend getting off to Eren’s demanding commands and your own desperate mewls, makes you quiver. It was too much.

Fuck ‘Ren! The girl screams.

Clearly close to achieving his own release, Eren’s desperate chants echo through the woods, Cum, cum, cum-...!

Your body tenses up, reiterating his command, “G-Gonna cum-...!”

And all three of you meet your high. You tremble as you cum against Jean’s mouth; your cunt leaking past his lips as he does his best to lap up every last drop of your slick. As he does this, Jean sighs, shuddering as spills his seed all over the ground.

Your boyfriend is apologetic as he cleans the both of you up and does his best to get rid of his mess on the floor. You watch sleepily from the warmth of your sleeping bag as Jean, like the wonderful boyfriend he is, tidies up your messy tent before crawling behind you, spooning your back, and pulling your smaller frame to his. Your eyelids fail to keep open, as everything slowly fades out. The last thing you remember is feeling him press a gentle kiss to your temple and then everything fades to black.

When you awake, it’s still dark outside but you notice that your tent is empty. Jean must have left your tent to return to his and much to your satisfaction, you notice that it has finally gone quiet next door. You sigh, feeling the tight pressure in your bladder. Reaching into the dark, you grab your phone; it was 2:03 AM. There was no way anyone would be awake at this hour and you were too scared to walk all the way over to the bathrooms. The counselor tents were separated from the camper’s tents and knowing that you’d be quick, you weren’t too worried about being caught.

Your sleeping bag ruffles when you kick it off with your legs and crawl over to the exit. When you unzip the flaps, you brush the hair from your face as you stand to your feet and exit the tent. The wind is cold and nips at your bare skin, eliciting goosebumps to rise along your arms. You make your way over to the side of the tent but are startled when you hear the crunch of someone else’s steps behind you.

“Jean?” You quickly twirl around but are immediately taken aback when your eyes lock eyes with dark green one’s.

You stand silently; Neither one of you speaking a word, chests heaving as the heavy tension builds. Your tongue darts out, wetting your dry lips, as you unashamedly let your eyes wander – he’s shirtless, standing before you in nothing but his dark gray briefs. The sight alone is enough to make your cunt twitch, readying itself for a possible round two.

“E-Eren,” you shudder under his intense gaze, “You scared me. I–…I thought you were Jean.”

“Didn’t mean to disappoint you, sweetheart.” His eyes darken at the mention of your boyfriend but greedily drinks in your appearance, appreciating your lack of clothing.

You recall the intense fucking he gave that woman just a few hours ago. How you had secretly wished it was you beneath him all that time. You knew he was teasing you and deep down he was actually praying that you’d take the bait; Eavesdrop as he drilled into the woman, who’s name he didn’t even remember, all while fantasizing it was actually you he was drilling his cock into. You don’t know what overcomes you but without breaking eye contact with the man in front of you, you bite your lip; the last drop of hesitation leaving your body as you shudder, and bend down to slide your panties off.

“...Do you mind?” You release a shaky breath, shocked at the boldness that suddenly overcame you.

Ignoring your remark, he watches, slack mouthed as you release your bladder into the earth. Your eyes never leave his, but you can’t help but notice the large bulge growing in his dark briefs.

You’re the first to break the tension; Standing up, you pull your panties up with you, before turning to walk away.

“Pervert,” you mutter, feeling triumphant as you turn to hide your nipples that seemed to harden under his gaze.

“Fuck.” He curses.

And before you know it, Eren has your wrist in his strong grasp, turning you back to face him, quickly wrapping an arm around your middle and lifting you up onto his shoulder with ease. The adrenaline coursing through your body makes it difficult to breathe but you are surprised by your choice to not to fight back. He steps back into his tent, not even bothering to zip the flap closed, putting both of you in danger of possibly being seen.

The uncertainty makes you shiver and you release a heavy breath as your back hits the puffy sleeping bag that smells deeply of him. He groans seeing that your legs immediately part, giving him the perfect view of your clothed cunt, ready for his taking: a gorgeous welcome just for him. Thick fingers delicately glide up the sides of your thighs, tickling your skin in its wake; before settling in the leg holes of your panties. He tugs them down hard, making your ass slide against the ground as your body is pulled closer to him.

“Not too rough–” you prop yourself up on elbows, beginning to protest but are cut off by a heavy breath leaving your lungs as his hand wraps around your breast, squeezing tightly before shoving you back down. You watch through teary eyes as he scoots back, wrapping muscled arms around your thighs, hoisting your lower body up, and then finally burying his face into your awaiting cunt.

Oh god, ‘Ren, the shrill words unintentionally spill from your mouth followed by a trembling wail.

The taste of you on his tongue is divine; and Eren, who’s been dreaming of this for months, who wastes no time, attacking your clit in quick circles before sliding down to dart quickly in and out of your entrance. He groans, lapping and sucking at your swollen bud, savoring the delicious taste of you.

“God, you taste so fucking good.”

Eren hadn’t planned on fucking you but with his fingers buried knuckle deep inside of you, he already knew that he was ruined; after he was finished with you tonight, no other cunt would be good enough to satisfy him.

He watches you closely, enjoying the way you twitch every time his tongue rolls against your pulsating clit. Without warning, he pushes a finger into you, occupying his other hand, holding tightly onto your thigh so that your hips wouldn’t escape his hungry mouth. His cock is already hard for the second time that night, the tip weeping and eager to plug you up.

“God,” he moans, feeling the walls of your slick cunt constrict around his fingers, “You’re so fucking wet. That feel good, baby?”

“So good, ‘Ren,” you mewl, gripping his sheets, hating that you sounded exactly like the girls who frequented his tent this summer. But you can’t help yourself. You’ve never felt this fucking good. Jean never made you feel this good.

His hot breath fans across your clit as he devilishly watches you squirm from below. He knows exactly what you’re thinking, thumbing your clit and taking turns with his tongue.

“Say I’m better than him.” He rasps, his mouth making a mess on your pussy, “Fucking say it.”

He doesn’t have to speak his name to let you know exactly who he is referring to. You shake your head profusely and to that, he’s quick to pull his fingers out just to make his point.

“No-..!” You unintentionally whine, feeling disappointed when your pussy clenches around absolutely nothing. He smirks, teasingly blowing cool air against your entrance, his face glistening with your juices as he repeats himself, “Say it.”

You begin to cry, feeling guilty as you think of your poor boyfriend. Sleeping soundly while you’re fucking Eren Yeager behind his back. You were such a fucking whore.

“You’re better,” you sniffle, wiping tears from your puffy eyes.

“Than who?” He presses.

When you don’t reply, he shocks you, slapping your pussy hard.

“Than who?”

“J-Jean!” You yelp, crying harder than before. “Fuck you, Eren! You make me feel better than Jean!”

“Yeah, I fucking do,” he chuckles darkly between breathy pants, diving his fingers and face back into your cunt. You instantly feel full and it feels so good. Your little whines slowly begin to fade into noisy pleads,

So good ‘Ren, fuck me harder — yes, right — fucking—there—!

Eren loves the sound of your voice, especially when you’re screaming his name. You have a deeper effect on him, than he’d rather like to admit.

“Fuck, this is all your fault,” he groans, pulling away just to spit on your cunt before he’s back and burying his face even deeper. He angles his face, his nose pressing against your clit as his fat tongue stretches your desperate hole.

“Fuck,” you dig your fingers into his scalp, tugging his hair to bring him even closer, humping his face like a bitch in heat.

“Gonna cum, ‘Ren — fuck-…!” Your voice raising an octave higher.

He doesn’t let up, fucking you with his tongue and his fingers are a blur – rubbing your clit so fast, so hard —And then…you’re cumming. Your slick sprays everywhere, making a mess on his sleeping bag. He groans when he feels you clench around tongue; which only encourages him more and leaves him desperate to find out how good you’d feel around his cock. You moan out his name as your brain becomes foggy with ecstasy, your trembling thighs instinctively going to wrap around his face, bringing him close to ride out your orgasm.

“All your fucking fault,” he repeats himself, spreading your swollen lips apart, ignoring that it’s still so sensitive to the touch. Eren, wanting to savor this moment, admires the way your cunt pulsates as you’re still coming down from your high. He licks his lips like a starved man, enjoying the sight as he reaches down to push down his underwear. And then suddenly, he’s sitting up, sliding the hem of his briefs down, tucking it under his heavy balls, and giving you a better view of his cock as it springs back to hit his toned belly. The rumors are true; not only does its size surprise you but the fact it was so thick.

He was gonna fucking break you.

Eren doesn’t even give you a moment to catch your breath, thrusting his hips forward, and burying his cock in your cunt that’s still recovering from your first orgasm. He hasn’t felt this way in a while; digging his fingers into the flesh of your thighs, doing his best not to cum early and empty his fat load inside of you. He grunts, struggling to hold himself together — cause every time your pussy swallows his cock whole, it makes him feel like a fucking virgin all over again.

“Fuck, Princess,” He gets on his knees, lifting your hips up, allowing him to drill his cock deeper — using your cunt as his own personal flesh light. “This pussy feels so good — best I’ve ever had.”

“Eren,” you cry, throwing your head back, feeling your stomach tighten. It was overwhelming; tears running down your cheeks because it was so fucking sensitive – his cock ramming into your cunt, stretching it and filling it up until his wet tip was kissing your cervix. “T-too much—..! Please I-I’m gonna—…!”

“You’ll take what I fucking give you,” he tugs your tank top down, revealing your bare breasts. Eren loves your tits; daydreamed about them, would’ve given anything to have a taste and here he was — had you before him ripe for the taking. He gives them a hard squeeze before leaning down and taking them into his mouth; licking, sucking, nipping — anything to make you scream his name again.

“Think your boyfriend can hear us?” He sneers up at you, reaching down to play with your overstimulated clit — he’s already decided that you were gonna give him another orgasm. “What do you think he’d say, huh? Seeing his pretty girl begging for my cock like a fucking slut.”

No.

“Why don’t I leave a little present for him, hm?” His hips are relentless and at this point your cunt has been fucked raw; feels so good that it hurts. “Fuck! Gonna cum soon, Princess—…!”

No, no, no—!

“‘Ren?” Your voice is shrill and filled with panic, immediately understanding what he means, “Y-You’re gonna pull out, right?”

Your knees are shoved up into your face as his pace becomes sloppy. Sweat drips down, making the both of you feel sticky.

“Right, ‘Ren?” You cry out, feeling so good, but you needed his confirmation.

“God—Fuck—…! I’m gonna—…!”

And then he’s cumming. Shooting his hot load into you; your pussy quivering around his cock, totally overstimulated, as he rides out his high.

“Fuuuuuuck,” Eren groans, his body slumping against yours as his hips grind against yours, making sure your womb milked him of every last drop. You do your best to catch your breath, your throat raw from all the screaming.

The night is silent; so silent that even the wind was still. You throw an arm over your face, hiding the tears that began pooling in your eyes. You’d be shocked if Jean didn’t hear you.

Little did you know, just outside of Eren’s tent, your boyfriend, in fact, did hear you. Jean shudders, biting down onto the hem of his shirt, careful not to make any noise – grasping onto the nearby tree for support as he continues to fuck his cum soaked fist, just coming down from his own high. He releases tiny gasps, abs rippling as he clenches his ass, his load dripping down and painting the dirt ground white. He heard every single fucking thing.

And the wildest thing? He fucking enjoyed it.

It’s been a day since your encounter with Eren. You’re a little afraid that he’ll tell Jean but something about your shared secret turns you on. It’s the shoulder bumps to which he claims, Sorry, my bad, was an accident – when you really know it wasn’t; Or the not so subtle longing looks he gives you as he watches you from across the cafeteria during dinner time. It’s those little moments that get your adrenaline pumping, making it harder to forget the night he dragged you to his tent.

It was night time now and all the campers had long gone to bed. Eren, Jean and you had been assigned to cafeteria duty; stuck cleaning the kitchens after dinner. But the three of you had completed the task a while ago. Instead of heading straight to be, afraid of what Eren might say to Jean, you stuck around; listening to the men exchange the ghost stories and urban legends that surrounded the camp. You originally thought it was all fun and games until Eren, thinking it would be funny to scare you -- decided to be a fucking asshole; jumping you in the walk-in cabinet as you were putting the dried dishes away. Jean, however, was not amused.

“Scared of the boogie man, Kirstein?” Eren props his dirty doc martens on the table, throwing his head back and releasing a puff of smoke into the air. “Gonna wet your pants?”

“Shut the fuck up, Yeager. Can’t you take a fucking hint and see that she’s scared?”

For once you think you see a flash of regret in Eren's eyes, but it’s quickly replaced with amusement. He doesn’t reply, continuing to smoke his bud. Inhale. Exhale.

He puts the last of his roll out on the table, it’s remnants sizzling out with a quick twist of his fingers, “Don’t be such a fucking pussy. You’re scaring her more than I am.”

“You’re such a fucking prick.” Jean stands up and is suddenly up in Eren’s face. He has the other man’s shirt bunched up in a fist, looking like he’s ready to throw the first punch.

“Ever since we got here, you’ve been getting on my fucking nerves, Yeager. Can’t seem to keep your goddamn eyes off my girl - and don’t act like you haven’t. I’ve seen you.” Jean sneers, leaning forward to whisper in his ear. He thinks you don’t hear him, but you do.

“Jean,” you say his name warily, knowing exactly what you’re walking into. You should feel guilty. But tell me why, you ask yourself, why the fuck were you turned on by their anger.

“Did you get hard after you saw her at the lake?” Jean shakes his collar roughly for good measure, “Got bricked up after seeing her pretty tits, huh?”

Eren smirks as if he knew something that Jean didn’t. And you know exactly why. He did know something that your boyfriend didn’t. Don’t tell him, you feel as though you should be telling yourself that. But a part of you wants Eren to go ahead and tattle, tell and let your boyfriend know what the two of you did.

And much to your concealed delight, Jean doesn’t stop.

“Too bad you can’t touch her, huh? Yeah, not like I fucking can. Bet you couldn’t help yourself - probably ran back to your tent like a little bitch to jack off-..!”

Eren’s knuckles smash into Jean’s face with a bone chilling crunch. He’s quick to tackle the brunette to the ground, the chair clanging to the side as he climbs atop, gaining absolute control of the situation.

“You’re right, Kiersten. I did rub one off the other day and let me tell you,” he runs his tongue along the trickle of red along Jean’s cheek, “Thinking of her made it all the more delicious.”

Eren’s fists let up, allowing Jean to turn his head to the side, spitting out blood between kissed teeth.

“You’re fucking sick, Yeager.”

This makes Eren laugh.

“You’re one to talk. Maybe…Maybe, if you fucked her right,” his voice darkens, “She wouldn’t have come begging for my cock last night.”

Eren leans down, his golden chain dancing tauntingly in front of Jean’s bloodied face. “Wanna know what we did?”

“Eren, stop.” You hiss.

He looks at you, grinning before turning back to your boyfriend. Wanna tell him or should I? — his gaze speaks for itself.

“While you were asleep, — can you guess what we did, Jeany-boy? Huh?” He digs his elbow against his chest, leans forward, and brings his voice down to a sinister whisper, “Fucked her real good – so hard, she begged for seconds.”

Jean grinds his teeth, his breath coming out in seething heaves as he tries to shove the other man off. But Eren is stronger. He keeps Jean in place without much effort.

Eren chuckles. “She let me cum in her too. Isn’t she so generous?”

Jean doesn’t answer.

“And that's just the cherry on top! Let me tell you...such a loyal girlfriend you’ve got, Kiersten. You should be proud of her — she actually thought it was you.” He sneers, almost in a jeering manner, “Imagine the surprise on her face when she turned around to see it was Eren Yaeger…but that didn’t really stop her, now did it?”

You take a few staggering steps forward. It feels like you’re having an out of body experience but it’s when Eren whips his head to look you directly in the eye. The look alone speaks for itself. Don’t fucking move.

You freeze and don’t even attempt to argue cause it was all fucking true.

“Oh,” Eren sighs before, turning his head back, giving a few condescending slaps to the side of your boyfriend's face, “And Jean…should you really be the one calling me sick? Why don’t you tell her what you did, hm?”

Jean spits a wad of blood and saliva into his face - but your boyfriend’s tormented reaction only makes Eren grin wider.

“Shall we talk about the way you purposefully let me fuck her or how you hid like a fucking pussy – not only watching us like a fucking perv but jacked off to us too. Tell me, boyfriend, who’s the fucking sicko now?”

You wait. Wait for Jean to deny but he turns away, his silence speaking louder than words.

“Should I fuck her again?” Eren taunts, reaching down to palm Jean’s dick, only to humiliate him more when he finds that he’s hard, “Yeah, you’d like that wouldn’t you.”

You whimper, sinking down to your knees before slowly crawling over to the both of them. You should feel guilty but the change in atmosphere made you feel something completely different.

“Why don’t we ask the lady of the hour?” He pinches Jean’s face, jerking it to the side to look at you. “She look guilty to you?”

Jean whimpers. Whimpers.

“Bet she’s wet as fuck right now,” Eren snickers. And he was right. If you weren’t soaked through your panties, surely you were now.

He stands up, shoving your boyfriend to the ground as he walks over to you until his cock is at eye level. He caresses your face, tilting your head up to look at him with the tip of his finger.

“Why don’t we show him, hm?” Eren says softly, his eyes never leaving yours. Slowly, he makes his way around you, sliding his long legs on either side of your body, your back hitting his broad chest before pulling you completely onto his lap. You whimper, immediately feeling how hard he is. His hands instinctively find their way to your breasts, groping them until your nipples are hard enough to be poking through your shirt. Eren grabs the left side of your face, tilting it to the side allowing him access to your neck, pressing wet open mouthed kisses to the sensitive skin. He smirks, feeling you shiver and chuckles when he sees your boyfriend, sit up, entranced at the sight of him having his way with you.

“Jesus fuck, you getting hard, Kirstein?” Eren chuckles, slipping a hand into your shorts, hand quickly finding your clit. “Fuck, she’s so wet – you turned on by this too, sweetheart?”

You moan, digging your heels into the ground as Eren rubs faster.

Slowly, Jean crawls over on all fours, wanting to get a better look. As he approaches, your legs immediately widen, letting your boyfriend know that he was more than welcomed to do more than watch. He hesitates before reaching for your shorts, hooking a finger in your panties as well – tugging them down, his fingers tickling your skin as he pulls the clothing off your legs.

Eren takes advantage of the moment, bringing both hands to your cunt, his muscular arms pressing against your tits, making it hard to breathe as he spreads your pussy lips wide, stretching your hole so Jean could get a good look.

And without another word, Jean leans forward, burying his face between your thighs; his tongue slipping right past Eren’s fingers and into your awaiting cunt.

Eren filled with jealousy at the sight, is impatient as fuck, not wanting to wait for his turn – shedding his pants, he shoves your face down, the back of your head hitting the ground as he crawls over you, his heavy cock slapping your cheek as he meets Jean half-way. And without any warning, he aligns the tip with your lips before pushing himself all the way inside. He’s so big that you gag, fucking your face without any mercy, and its not long before his hips find the perfect rhythm – his balls slapping against your face as his tip kisses the back of your throat, no doubt bulging in your neck after every thrust. You knew that he was big but you struggle to not to tear up every time he sheathes himself entirely within you; his massive size makes it hard to breathe. Your body spasms; the need for oxygen and the feeling of the two men eating you out, leaves you feeling delirious.

“Told you she’d fucking like it,” Eren groans, he spits on your clit before flicking it back and forth at the same pace he’s fucking your face.

Jean responds by shoving his fat tongue into your opening, purposefully making the wet muscle wide in order to split you wide open. He scoops his hands under your ass, digging them into your flesh so that he could lift you up, raising your hips to better meet him and Eren.

“She’s gonna cum,” your boyfriend moans, “I can fucking feel it – she’s clenching ‘round me so hard.”

“You gonna cum, baby?” Eren asks through breathy pants, his tongue not letting up its assault, “You’re the dirtiest of us all, aren’t you? So fucking greedy, getting off on the both of us making out with your pussy.”

“Yeah, she is,” Jean urges, his middle finger rimming your puckered ass, “Didn’t know my girlfriend was such a fucking whore.”

“Fuck, she’s so close,” Eren uses his fingers to spread your puffy lips apart, shoving his cock back down your throat, grinding down on your face before pulling back up, “Why don’t you stop being such a fucking pussy and actually fuck your girlfriend, Kirstein – like you fuckin’ mean it this time, yeah?”

Jean gets to his knees, freeing his hard cock from his pants, before sinking into you. Your slit wraps around his fat girth, sucking him in deep. Your body shakes, instantly feeling stuffed all while Eren continues to slurp at your swollen clit.

All of it is too much; Eren fucking your throat – Jean stuffing you full of cock. You were gonna lose your fucking mind.

“You gonna cum, Kirstein?” Eren taunts.

“Shut the fuck up,” Jean groans, focusing on the feeling of being swallowed up.

“You’re close aren’t you?” He angles his hips slightly, directing his teasing towards you, “Tell him how much you want it, sweetheart – how much of a fucking cumslut you are.”

“Please,” you whine, dragging scratches down Eren’s back.

“Please…what?”

You scream in frustration. How infuriating.

“Please...fuck-..! Fill me up, daddy – need it so much–...!”

Your boyfriend’s pace increases, encouraged by your desperate pleads, pumping in and out of you vigorously, his hips racking against your own sloppily as he chases his own release; 'Til he’s groaning, jutting into you at a slower pace as fulfills your request, filling you up – and Eren right in tow, white streams spurting out their slippery tips, filling both of your holes, coating your messy walls white.

And it's at that moment when he empties his load deep inside – you cum hard; squirting all over Jean’s cock, the splash back hitting Eren’s face as he continues to lap at your overstimulated clit.

“S-Stop–please, stop,” you cry, doing your best to shove both of them off, “It’ t-too much – ohmygod fuck, its too muuuuch…!”

Despite your protests, Eren smiles, pressing light kisses against your sensitive sex all while Jean lazily thumbs your ass. The two men had one thing in common and that was making a goddamn mess out of you.

Maybe…Just maybe, Jean wouldn't mind sharing you after all.

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