WARNING SEXUAL CONTENT!!! Do not read if you feel uncomfortable thanks!
"Strip for me, doll"
He's sat on his chair, his legs spread far apart, he's shirtless and he's leaning back slightly.
As I take off my clothes, his eyes burn into me making me all hot.
It's a Friday afternoon. It's been a week since we made the bet, a few days since he played me that song.
As soon as I got to his dorm he had me pinned up against the wall. The built up tension of not being able to sleep together for a week making us loose our minds.
The bet was still on, we hadn't been able to touch each other in so long. Although I don't think this is really about the bet anymore. I think it's just about relieving the tension.
I'm stood naked in front of him now, it's taking everything in me not to jump him.
He doesn't move, just sits and stares, a smirk growing on his face as his tongue comes out to poke at his lip ring.
"Want you to touch yourself for me" he says as he palms himself through his sweatpants.
I don't hesitate, I lay back on his bed but, I make sure to prop myself up so I can still see him.
The ache between my legs becomes too much to bare.
"Touch your little clit for me" he states as he takes himself out of his pants, stroking at his length.
My hand comes down to my core, I rub at it gently, letting out a soft moan.
I look over towards him, he's slowly jerking himself, he hisses once he strokes the tip.
It makes me grow hotter.
I increase my speed as I watch him do the same. He looks so erotic.
"Why don't you try fingering yourself?" He asks
"Because I want your fingers instead" I gasp as a particular move sends a jolt across my body.
"You silly little girl. You don't get my fingers until you do as I say. Go on finger yourself. Stretch yourself out for me"
I slowly move my hand down to my entrance and slide it in.
I gasp again, my walls clenching around my finger.
"Good girl" he states whilst still stroking himself
"Want you now" I say closing my eyes, slowly loosing myself in the feeling.
Suddenly my hand's being yanked away and I'm being thrown onto my stomach.
How did he get up so fast?
He grabs my hips harshly bringing them up so that my ass is sticking out.
He lands a rough snack onto my behind making my whole body jump.
"Did I say you could close your eyes, slut?" He smacks me again.
The tingling sensation felt good. I groan as he does it again.
"This is supposed to be a punishment for not listening to me but it looks like you're enjoying it. Get up" he orders.
"You won't use your words? I'll just fuck your throat, that'll make you say something" he states as I sit in front of his parted legs.
I place my hands on his thigh, licking my lips at the thought.
"If it gets too much, slap my thigh ok?" He tells me.
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ANGELS LIKE YOU| Jean Kirstein
FanfictionNotorious bad boy Jean kirstein, known for his antisocial behaviour, his electric guitar skills and his godly looks. Good girl y/n Yeager, known for her good reputation amongst teachers, her kindness and of course for being Eren's little sister. Op...
