READ PART ONE HERE FIRST

Live Now Part Two

Eren x AFAB Reader

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT - ALL CHARACTERS 18+ - I DO NOT OWN AOT OR ANY CHARACTERS

Word Count: 6.2k

Warnings: NSFW, Camming, Ab Riding 😔, Oral Sex M! Receiving

Synopsis: You didn’t expect Eren to join your stream that night and you certainly didn’t expect to bump into him in your apartment hallway - you would learn quickly, however, that things don’t always go the way you think they will with Eren.

READ PART ONE HERE FIRST

Author’s Note: This is basically pure out of character, filthy, self indulgence... and I am sorry lmao

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The grip on your shoulders was freed. He took a step back and before you could say anything, moved to walk down the hallway, disappearing around the corner without a word.

You snapped out of whatever trance his stare had put you in and moved to run after him. He turned left here, you were sure of it, but he was nowhere to be seen when you rounded the corner yourself. An empty hallway stared back at you and you found yourself more confused than ever.

“What the fuck just happened…” you whispered to the empty hallway.

Maybe you were losing it. The possibility of the man you just spent the last hour fucking yourself for appearing directly outside your door was far too coincidental to be true. Still, you couldn’t keep your eyes off him during the stream. That mental image of him was locked away safely in the corner of your mind. You knew it well… that was definitely him.

Sighing loudly in frustration, you walked down the long hallway he had disappeared into as you continued your quest towards Mikasa’s apartment.

~

“So let me get this straight. He sends you close to $50,000.00 in one stream, guides you towards the best orgasm of your life, tells you to stop streaming, and then you bump into him outside your apartment door?”

“God when you put it like that Meeks it sounds insane.”

“That’s because it is insane. Did you at least figure out his name? Can’t you send him a DM or something? Maybe direct him to my streams if he has money to spend…” she looked up to the ceiling as if she had started daydreaming about the number of commas in her bank account multiplying.

“Wait Mikasa, duh.. you’re a genius. Where’s your laptop?”

“Obviously,” she winked at you, not even stopping to question why you called her one. She stood up en route to her bedside table where her laptop rested.

“Oh, and he said his name was Eren,” you took a bite of the dumplings Mikasa had ordered in for you two.

She was settling in next to you with her laptop but her head snapped up at the name, “Eren?”

“Uh huh…why? What’s up?” you were confused by her reaction.

She shook her head like she was physically ridding a thought from her mind.

“Nothing, it’s just..an …ugly name,” she was refusing to look at you as she said it.

“Okay … you’re being really weird. Whatever let’s just pull up his profile and DM him like you said,” you pulled the laptop over so you could bring up the website and log in.

“Don’t look at my pictures Mikasa,” you were scrolling past your photos to get to the messages tab.

“I literally took those of you!”

“It’s still embarrassing…oh my god,” you groaned and pushed the laptop away from you.

“What?” She turned the screen to face her.

“He deactivated his account!” You snatched the laptop back and tried clicking on his profile a second time, third time, fourth, fifth…

“You still get the money right?” Mikasa asked gently.

“It’s already in my account,” you answered too casually, you were hyper focused on clicking the cursor a hundred more times on his profile.

“You’re literally gonna break it if you keep clicking like that,” she pulled the laptop back to her for a final time, shooting you a glare before returning her gaze to the screen. Her eyes scanned the webpage for a split second, you saw them widen and her mouth the words “no fucking way..”

“You’re sure it’s this Jaegerb0mb guy?”

“Positive,” you were peering over her at the screen when she closed it suddenly.

“I don’t know what else to tell you, babe,” she took a deep breath. “His account is gone, you should just be happy that money still hit your account.”

You sighed, inspecting the dumpling held between your chopsticks. “You’re probably right,”

“Usually am,” she pushed her chair back and got up to bring her laptop back to its place on her bedside table.

You didn’t talk about him much more for the rest of the night, Mikasa always changing the subject when he came up and eventually you had decided it was late enough for you to return home.

When you turned the key into the lock at your front door, you took a quick glance at the apartment across from yours. You aren’t crazy, he was literally right there.

Fuck it, you thought as you pulled your key out and turned around to face the door, knocking with a shaky fist before bringing it down to rest by your side. Your nails were digging into your palm as you waited nervously.

Why did I just do that?! Regret was swallowing you whole. You turned again to face your door, hoping to sneak inside before you would potentially make a fool of yourself but as you did you heard the door creak open.

“Uh hey, did you just knock on my door?”

The voice speaking was not the one you expected and you whipped around to find it’s owner.

Kind blue eyes met yours with a worried expression and you found yourself both disappointed and relieved that they weren’t a familiar shade of green.

“Yes.. sorry.. I got confused. I’m your neighbor, I thought I saw someone I knew ..and it’s late I’ll just go,” you reached for the door handle behind you hoping to escape the awkward situation.

His smile was kind, “It’s alright. Nice to meet you neighbor, if you ever need anything feel free to knock again. I’m Armin by the way.”

“Armin,” you repeated. “Goodnight, same goes to you, okay?” giving him your most neighborly grin as you tucked yourself into your apartment and closed the door behind you. Your back hit the door after you shut it closed, slowly dragging your body down until you were sat on the floor at your entryway, mind racing as you contemplated where exactly to go from here.

~

Weeks had passed and although you kept yourself busy enough, you couldn’t help but find your thoughts returning back to that night, back to him.

You hadn’t streamed since. Partially because there was no need what with earning some people’s entire yearly salary that night, and partially, a small, quiet part of your brain whispered that you stopped because he told you to.

Classes continued as normal and you were honestly doing really well with the time and energy to actually focus on your studies. It was a huge weight off your shoulders to know you weren’t stressing to complete an assignment before midnight and making time to stream to keep the lights on.

You saw Armin a few times since too. He really was as nice as his first impression would have you believe.

Your conversations moved on from cordial hellos when you saw each other in passing to something closer to actual friendship. He began leaving books outside your door that he thought you might like or wrapped up banana bread because he “made an extra loaf” while recipe testing. Thoughtful and giving was just second nature to Armin and you felt pleased that another good thing had come from that night with Eren.

You really shouldn’t complain.

Things were good.

But they were also undeniably boring.

You were currently at the mall with Mikasa, browsing the racks of the boutique lingerie store she invited you to as she was in need of new pieces for her continued streaming.

“What do you think of this?” she held up a three piece set consisting of black floral lace with the bra, panties and garter belt to match.

“You would look hot in literally anything but I think you could convince Jean to join a cult if he saw you in that,” mentioning her boyfriend that already worshipped the ground she walked on.

“Hmm, you think? Alright I’ll get it!” she exclaimed as if that was the deciding factor for her. “You’re not getting anything?” she questioned.

You hadn’t planned on it considering you were no longer streaming and your bed may as well be collecting cobwebs at this point.

But honestly? It had been weeks and you hadn’t heard a single thing. You caught yourself listening carefully a handful of times when people were welcomed in and out of Armin’s apartment, but never heard that familiar voice.

At this point, you weren’t sure if you would ever see or hear from him again.

Your eyes scanned the colorful racks in front of you. You honed in on a cute babydoll set just like the one you wore that fateful night, only this time the color was a pretty jade green.

You picked it up and ran your fingers over the delicate lace, admiring the detail that went into creating such an intricate design.

Boredom be damned - you found yourself fishing through your purse to find your wallet as you made your way to the cashier, lingerie in hand.

~

That night you sat on your bed, the bag of new lingerie taunting you from your chair in the corner. You huffed and averted your gaze, opening up your laptop instead. Your fingers hovered over the keyboard with hesitation, you already knew what you would see as you pulled up the streaming platform, but you remained hopeful nonetheless.

One last look couldn’t hurt you rationalized before giving in and navigating to the small field where you could search by username, typing out Jaegerb0mb and hitting enter.

Deactivated. Still.

You sighed. It’s not as if you stopped getting off without him. If anything you couldn’t get your mind away from those intruding thoughts of Eren when you found yourself alone in your room. God sometimes they would sneak in your mind when you weren’t alone. Like yesterday as you chewed your pen in your painfully dull biochem lecture, or today.. when you picked out the lingerie you were losing a staring contest with right now.

It’s true, as quickly as he had entered your life, he had left it - but the impression that remained felt like a tattoo on your body, you couldn’t scrub it off if you tried. Visions of his perfect body, smooth, low voice, the confidence he carried that had you submitting to his every command without a second thought - you were in deep.

At the same time, that’s never what any of this was about. He came onto your stream, where you were in control. You had 10,000 viewers that night and who knows how many more would have joined if you didn’t cut off the stream at that moment. Your following was growing at a rapid pace and every night prior to the crash landing of Jaegerb0mb into your world, you were worshipped as a goddess by your viewers.

Your mind had been made up. I do this for me anyway, you reminded yourself internally before closing the laptop and scooting off your bed. You made your way over to the tiny pink bag, untying the silk ribbon with one hand and pulling out the contents inside.

The saleswoman who rang you up was right. This set could make any man or woman who spared you a second look drop dead. You stared at your body in the full length mirror, admiring how the pretty lace decorated cups lifted your cleavage enticingly and the small single ruffle at the bottom of the short dress rested perfectly on the swell of your ass.

Feeling confident, you swiped on a bit of cherry flavored lip gloss to accentuate your pout and made your way to your bed. Opening up your laptop, you took a deep breath and hit the button that read,

Begin Stream.

Immediately the chat started to fill with messages, some sweet, some not so sweet as you were reminded how you left your last live.

“Hi everyone! I have missed you all so much, I hope you didn’t miss me too bad. I’m back though, and I hope you’ll have some fun with me tonight,” your voice was sugary sweet.

xXxIAmTheArmoredTitanxXx: +$50.00 welcome back

forester69: +$10.00 can you start

forester69: +$5.00 plz can you start

You fought to keep from rolling your eyes at some of the messages in the chat, but truthfully, you were ready to just get started.

You leaned back on your pillows, starting to feel more comfortable, like you had never taken a break in the first place. Your mind quickly jumped to the reason for your break, jade green eyes flashed through your mind and you swallowed quickly. Time to distract yourself.

“Let me show you how much I missed you guys, promise I can be good for you,” your viewers loved when you acted submissive before and it would appear that was still true as you heard the familiar chime of donations pouring in.

“You’ll let me be good for you right? Let me make it up to you guys?” your hands were tracing up and down your navel teasingly. You definitely needed to get off tonight, not that you hadn’t retained plenty of imagery from your last stream to inspire late night sessions that were truly alone.

“I was thinking of you all the time,” Eren, you finished the sentence in your head - it wasn’t a lie. “I wasn’t always a good girl when I was doing that though…” another truth. You trailed off as your fingertips danced over your breasts, nipples perking through the soft fabric.

You continued the tease over your skin, not stopping the soft moans or quick gasps your mouth would let out when you traced over an area especially sensitive.

You were just about ready to give your viewers what they came for as you began to slowly slide your hands down to the elastic band of your new lace panties when you heard a harsh knocking on your front door that made you jump.

You tried to ignore it, hoping whoever was on the other side would go away and realize they had the wrong house, but the knocking continued and was growing louder.

Not wanting to edge your viewers a second time, you tried to spin the situation with your words, “Umm, I have an idea I think you guys will like.. I need to go to the other room really quickly though to get it. I’ll be right back,” you quickly muted the sound and then shuffled out of your bedroom. You would figure it out once you told whoever was at your door to get lost.

When you reached the front door you grabbed an umbrella that rested below the coatrack just in case you needed a weapon and peered through the peephole with one eye.

The umbrella hit the floor with a crash when you saw who was on the other side of the door.

Cautiously, you turned the knob to unlock, hiding your body behind the large wooden door as you poked your head out to speak.

“Eren? What are you doing here?” You glanced down when you heard his boot lodge itself into the door.

“I’m pretty sure I told you that you were done streaming, no?” the sharpness in his tone cut you like a knife. He looked angry but somewhere in his irises you swear you saw lust too.

You were speechless. Completely forgetting your stream was live, you fumbled to get a single word out in reply.

“Cat got your tongue?” he moved his boot so it was now pushing the door open.

You finally found your words, “I hadn’t heard from you, you deactivated your account, what else was I supposed to do? Sit around and wait?”

He was in your apartment now, closing the door behind him and locking it before speaking coolly “Yes. That’s exactly what you were supposed to do.”

He turned around and his large palm cupped your cheek, your body ran hot at the simple touch. He flickered his eyes down to take in your very revealing choice of clothing, a smirk creeping up on his face. Your last encounter with him happened so quickly you hadn’t realized just how big he was, but now in the quiet of your apartment with his gaze fixated, he was towering over you.

“But,” he continued “instead you told your loyal subscribers what a good girl you would be for them,” his thumb swiped across your lower lip and you felt your body temperature rise further.

“Liar,” he whispered.

His hand still cupped your face as he started to walk you backwards, your eyes wide as you let him guide you.

You were a step away from walking backwards into your bedroom when he quickly moved to grab your waist and picked you up, your legs wrapping around him on instinct. Your core was pressed tightly against his hard stomach as his hands found a firm grip on the underside of your thighs.

Your breath became shaky as you realized your face was now inches away from his positioned like this. You could see the freckles dusted across his cheeks, the sweet dip of his cupid’s bow, the never ending green of his intense stare. He leaned forward just slightly, ghosting his lips gently over yours before speaking.

“You know what I think?” His teeth pulled on your bottom lip and you gasped, your lower stomach tingling with the hope that he would fully connect his soft lips with your own.

“I think.. you haven’t been a good girl at all,” and with that he stepped through the threshold into your room and dropped you down hard on to your bed.

His hands immediately went to his belt and your eyes quickly found the bulge that was pronounced just below the buckle he unclasped. You swallowed hard before propping yourself up on your elbows and whispering, “What are you going to do?”

He closed his eyes as he chuckled quickly, then turned to you. One hand held his folded belt, the other reached out to softly graze the back of his knuckles against your cheekbone before grabbing your jaw harshly.

“What do you think, sweetheart? I’m punishing you,” his look was one of pity as he released his hold on you and moved to pull his shirt over his head.

Your jaw ran slack as he revealed his sculpted body, legs closing on instinct when you felt your lower half pulsating in response. You knew he was toned but seeing it in person, finally, had you mesmerized. Without thinking, you moved to sit up and reached out to touch him but his hand gripped your wrist harshly before you could.

“Why can’t you be good?” he growled as he released his grip on your wrist and shoved you back down onto the bed, his eyes scanning quickly to ensure you were okay with how rough he was being.

You sat up on your knees, your bottom finding a comfortable place on your calves tucked behind you and your palms coming together to rest on your lap.

“Wanna be good for you, Eren. Wanna make you feel good,” you spoke in a hushed tone.

“That so?” he reached forward to pet your hair lovingly before using his hand to create a makeshift ponytail and jerking your head up to look at him. “Is that why you’re on your knees right now? Are you looking for my forgiveness, sweetheart?”

Your hands reached up cautiously to grasp at the waist band of his pants as he stood in front of you, hoping that your actions could speak for you instead as you looked up to him with wide eyes. He released his grip on your hair to place his hands above yours at his waistline and continued to stare you down from above. You waited patiently, your mouth watering as you realized you were moments away from touching him, tasting him.

“You’re adorable,” he remarked, but the way he said it had your blood run cold. He released one hand from the top of yours and brushed his thumb over your bottom lip before slowly pushing it past your lips and into your mouth. “All fours,” he whispered and then forced his thumb to the back of your throat causing you to gag around it.

He removed his thumb from your mouth and watched as you did as you were told. You turned to face your headboard and quickly found your place on your hands and knees in front of him, arching your back prettily. You would do whatever it took to prove your obedience if it meant you could please him.

“Eren, m’really sorry,” you turned your neck so you could face him as you spoke. He was pulling his hair up neatly into a bun that sat low on his neck as he listened to your apology.

Once his hair was tied up, he placed one hand over your ass that was perched up for him, caressing it sweetly. He could see the thin jade green lace covering your most intimate parts from this angle, as well as the wet spot that tainted the delicate fabric right at your center.

“I know you are, angel,” he sighed and a harsh smack landed on your ass, soothed almost immediately with another soft caress. You felt yourself growing more wet with his rough handling of your body.

When you first saw him on the stream just a few short weeks ago, your fantasies were plagued with the thoughts of him handling you like this, being useful to him in the most sinful way possible, you were at a level of arousal beyond belief.

Another harsh smack landed on your backside. This time his fingers strayed to the delicate lace that covered your center, lightly smoothing his knuckles over where the wet fabric had molded to the outline of your cunt.

“Real fuckin wet, sweetheart. It’s like you wanted this to happen, wanted me to remind you what’s mine,” the next harsh smack landed on your cunt and you felt yourself clenching around nothing.

“I am yours Eren, you can do whatever you want to me,” you assured him as you fought back moans when his knuckles returned to offer slow movements over the wet fabric covering your center.

“I know,” he responded simply and swiftly pulled the fabric to the side before plunging a finger deep inside your soaked cunt. This time you couldn’t fight the moans that were being pulled from your throat with each hard thrust of his finger inside of you.

“Shit you’re tight,” he tilted his head to the side so he could get a better look at the way you sucked in his sole digit before slipping in a second. He curled them inside of you, hitting the spot that had your limbs feeling weak with each harsh brush of his fingertips.

You heard the sound of his zipper being undone and turned to look at him once again but were met with his large hand pushing your head down into the mattress. You submitted quickly, your upper half hitting the soft sheets under his force, muffling your moans as he continued the movements of his fingers inside your wet cunt.

You moved your head to the side to catch your breath and were able to catch a glimpse of the man behind you, but as you did you felt the absence of his fingers when he pulled them from your center.

You knew you had to be on your best behavior but couldn’t hide the pout that formed on your lips at the empty feeling.

“Eren..” you started but were again muffled by the sheets as his hand pressed you down harder.

“Shh baby I know,” and without warning he thrust his cock into you fully, tip brushing your cervix, ripping a cry of pleasure and pain from your throat.

“You can take it, come on baby,” was all he said in reply before thrusting himself even deeper into your cunt with a smack to your ass that was sure to leave a mark. Your upper half stayed planted against the mattress as you left your ass raised in a pretty arch for him. He was so deep inside of you and you still wanted more.

You tried to reach your arms behind you, hoping you could grab at his waist to pull him even deeper but his hand that held your ass quickly shifted to grip your wrists, pinning them both under his large hand to your lower back and he began to thrust into you hard.

“Oh my god please, just like that,” you begged in between gasps for air and he only grunted in response.

He continued to fuck into you at a rapid pace, leaning down to leave hot, wet kisses along your nape. When he moved back up, he shifted the hand that held your head down to grip you by the throat instead, pulling you back up with him, all the while not missing a single hard thrust into your cunt.

You laid your head back on his shoulder and for the first time that night he leaned in to place a soft kiss on your lips, a stark contrast from the rough treatment he provided the rest of your body with thus far.

He peppered kisses up your jaw as he continued to fuck up into you, soft moans mixing with chants of his name filled your bedroom. When his lips met your ear he took the lobe into his teeth and whispered, “This pussy belongs to me,” followed by a harsh thrust of his hips that had your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

“Yeah Ren, promise it’s y-yours,”

“Don’t tell me, tell them,” he shifted his hand up from your neck to grip at your jaw and force your gaze into the camera.

Your eyes widened immediately when you remembered the live had never stopped. You looked to the monitor and could see in clear detail - Eren fucking into you ruthlessly with your arms still pinned behind your back…and the tiny red dot at the top indicating 26.4k people were tuned in live.

Eren felt you clench around him at your realization and he laughed behind you, perfectly white teeth settling into a satisfied grin.

“You like this don’t you?” his words dripping like poison honey into your ear, grip on your jaw not relenting for even a moment, “Like showing them how well you can take me, how messy this cunt gets for me.”

“Yes,” you whispered and your eyes shut as you let the pleasure consume you.

“There’s my good girl,” he praised for the first time that night, before leaning down to suck on the spot where your neck met your shoulder, sure to leave a plum colored mark.

His hand on your jaw kept it’s hold as the other one released it’s grip on your wrists to snake around to your covered front, slipping into your panties and finding your clit with ease.

He spoke again, “She’s so fucking tight, sloppy as fuck too,” and you realized he wasn’t speaking to you, but to your audience. “Taking me so well,” his teeth latched on to your shoulder as he thrust into you.

You knew you would reach your high fast if he kept it up, and there was no doubt in your mind that he would. Precise circles were drawn by his fingertips on your increasingly sensitive bud. You felt yourself dripping around his cock as he worked at your cunt and you were sure he could feel it too.

Your eyes locked onto the monitor again and you couldn’t help but whimper when you saw the view everyone tuned in live had of you.

It was absolutely nasty. The flex of his toned arms as they held you in place, before pushing you back down onto the bed so he could grab at either side of your hips and continue his thrusts. You quickly lifted yourself so you were held up by your arms - You wanted to be sure you had a clear view of the monitor, not missing the flex of his abs every time he pulled out only to slam back into your cunt.

The visual had you growing close to your climax, a fucked out smile gracing your lips. His gaze found yours in the monitor and when he saw you staring back with your eyes half lidded, fully lost in pleasure, he gripped your hair and pulled your head back to ask, “You close?”

You took your bottom lip between your teeth and nodded your head, “Yea Ren, you’re gonna make me cum.”

You regretted your confession as soon as the words left your mouth. Eren pulled himself out of you hastily, halting your climax right as you would reach it.

You felt his hot breath on your neck as he leaned over to whisper in your ear, “I never said you could cum,” followed by a hard smack to your behind that had you yelping.

Before you could protest, he flipped you over and pulled you to move on top of him, positioned so that you were sitting with your wet cunt pressed perfectly to his hard stomach.

He looked so pretty beneath you - hair messily falling out of his low bun, cheeks rose colored from both lust and exertion, and his jaw held taught as he admired you with half-lidded eyes. 

The ridges of his abs rose and fell against you with every breath he took, shifting your body just enough to spark inspiration within your heated core. Slowly, you began grinding your cunt across his chiseled stomach. Eren caught on immediately - his hands finding a place in the soft dip of your hips, encouraging you to increase your pace as you found yourself once again chasing bliss with him.

“You’re so fuckin filthy,” the words were harsh but they felt like praise as they hit your ears, the grin on his face as he said it confirming your theory.

“Fuck, Eren - feels so good,” you moaned your reply, your pleasure increasing with every grind of your cunt across his abs.

“Yeah? You gonna cum like this? All over my stomach?” he dropped an octave as he spoke, his arousal catching up with him as watched you.

You whimpered a yes through moans and continued riding his stomach, one hand steadying yourself on his defined pecs while the other reached back to stroke his hard cock.

“Fuck, good girl, just like that,” he praised as you ran your thumb across his tip.

Your head was hanging low as you rode him, your eyes closed in pleasure and sweet moans escaping your lips. You felt his fingers pry your lips open, wetting them across your tongue, and then pulling them down to your puffy clit where he applied light pressure.

“Ren, I’m gonna cum…” your head was beginning to feel light.

“What do you think? Should I let her cum? Her pussy is so wet,” he spoke to your audience but never looked up to see their replies, eyes completely focused on the pattern his fingers made over your clit. It was never up to anyone but him to decide anyway.

“Perfect little cunt,” he whispered more to himself but the low tone of his voice set something off within you and you felt your body tremble with desire.

He noticed your shift in demeanor and chuckled, “Oh? Waiting for me to say it?” he looked up at you through dark lashes, tongue swiping across his lower lip enticingly.

“Go on baby, let them see how you cum for me,” and as if he flipped a switch with his words of assurance you were there. You’re not sure where there was, probably somewhere in between heaven and earth, but you would stay forever if he let you.

Both hands flew forward to steady yourself on his strong chest as you reached your climax directly on top of his toned abdomen. “Yea Ren m’cumming for you,” you confirmed with your words but he could feel your release dripping over him.

“Fuck baby that’s so hot,” he groaned watching you come undone on top of him, his fingers removing themselves from your clit so as not to overstimulate you. Strong arms wrapped around your middle and pulled you down close to him, gently scratching your back as you caught your breath and came down from your high.

You fought to keep your eyes open from post-orgasm exhaustion as your legs slowly stopped trembling on either side of him. Before you could succumb to the sleepiness that would settle in, you felt a soft kiss at the top of your head as he whispered, “Clean up your mess so I can fuck your throat.”

He pushed you down by your head until you had shifted low enough where your mouth hovered over his stomach, shiny with your slick. You began dragging your tongue slowly, cleaning your release from the peaks and valleys created by his endless muscle. Your hand returned to his hard cock, stroking it as you moved your tongue to lick up every last drop. 

When you felt satisfactory with your work, you shifted yourself lower until your mouth hovered over his leaking cock. You sucked on the tip gently while your hand continued its motions at the base, encouraging low moans from the man. His hand found the top of your head and he encouraged you take him deeper into your mouth with a gentle push downward.

“Just like that, good girl - m’gonna fuck your throat now, okay?” you whimpered your agreement around him as tears began filling your eyes from his impressive length. He reached up and used one finger to wipe the droplets from your lash line, before moving his hands to the top of your head, holding you steady as he rocked his hips upward.

“God, tight fucking throat,” he groaned and threw his head back on your pillows in ecstasy. You whimpered, relishing in the feeling of him using you for his pleasure.

You swallowed around his length as his thrusts continued and he yanked your head off quickly, “I’m gonna fill up your throat now - want you to look at them when I do it,” he nodded his head in the direction of the camera.

You didn’t reply, only lowering your head back to his cock and shifting your eyes until they stared directly into the tiny black lens.

“Good fucking girl,” he resumed his thrusts, both hands holding onto your head as he neared his peak. Your hand gripped his thighs tightly, you could feel his legs shake lightly under your fingertips, his thrusts becoming sloppy, and you knew he was close.

You ran your tongue along the underside of his cock as he dragged it in and out of your mouth. You felt his cock twitch and his breathing stagger as you teased along his length only to gag slightly when you felt his warm release hit the back of your throat without warning.

“Fuck, fucking take it,” he growled.

Pulling out of you slowly, two of his fingers were placed under your chin so he could snap your mouth shut once his cock was finally freed.

“Show them,”

You happily complied, eyes still on the camera, you opened your mouth to show his release pooled across your tongue.

His finger tapped your cheekbone, “Swallow.”

This time your gaze shifted to him as you obeyed his command, swallowing quickly and sticking out your tongue as evidence of your discipline.

He pulled you forward, a hazy grin plastered across his face that was quickly interrupted by the pressing of his lips to yours in a deep kiss.

As he kissed you, your mind slowly returned to the reality of the situation - processing just who’s lips were moving passionately against yours, who’s fingertips were tracing your spine agonizingly slow from top to bottom, who’s voice whispered lowly as he pulled away, “You’re mine,”

His arm extended out once he had pulled away, fixating on the monitor within his reach and effectively hitting the End Stream button, shutting the laptop closed.

Silence fell across the room, the only noise being the deep breaths you exchanged and the light shuffle of your sheets when someone moved just slightly.

“What brought this on? Not that I’m complaining…” you found the courage to break the silence.

You felt the low rumble of his chuckling shake beneath you and you tucked your head into his shoulder as his arms snaked around you tighter.

“I told you, no more public shows.”

“Why?” you didn’t have to look up to feel the eye roll that came from him.

“Do you listen at all?”

“I mean, we could play back the stream. I think I listened pretty well when you told me to-”

He cut you off, “I want you to be just mine, dumbass,” he reached up to flick the top of your skull with his finger, “I don’t share.”

“Hmm,” you weren’t sure how to reply, but you were curious about one more thing, “Why’d you disappear on me then?”

“I was busy,” he relied simply.

“Busy? It’s been over a month!”

“I thought about coming back to fuck you plenty, trust me,” he admitted without shame.

“Oh..” you tried to refrain from appearing flustered, thankful you were still tucked into his muscular shoulder as you spoke next, “How did you know where I lived anyway?”

“This is my building,”

“This..this is your building? You’re kind of a dick you know that? My rent went up by like - ”

“Pretty sure I gave it all back and then some last time, sweetheart,” he interrupted and you couldn’t argue.

“How do you know Armin? Or do you fuck all of your tenants?”

“Funny,” he smacked your bottom, “He’s my best friend, I don’t charge him to live here obviously,” he kissed the top of your head, “Now enough with the fifty questions.”

He shuffled you both off the bed and carried you bridal style to the en suite bathroom. He made himself right at home as he grabbed two towels and turned your shower on. “You’re acting like you own the place,” you accused playfully and he rolled his eyes at your awful joke before running his hand under the stream of water to test the temperature. He helped you out of your remaining lingerie and then inside the steam filled enclosure. You thought you heard him shuffling out of the bathroom for a moment but he returned quickly and joined you.

You both cleaned your bodies, and each other’s, before finding yourself in a comfortable place with your head leaned against his bare chest and his arms wrapped around you. The water continued to cascade down as he rested his chin on the top of your head, a content sigh leaving his lips.

You pulled back to look at him under the stream of water and he smiled gently. Butterflies ran through your stomach as you stared into never-ending green. He leaned down, fingers grasping your chin, and kissed you tenderly.

At that moment, as his lips fit yours perfectly, you didn’t care to think about what led you here and you couldn’t begin to think about where you would go after.

You deepened the kiss - running your fingertips up his defined biceps as he pulled you closer. You felt his member hardening against your lower half but before you could think further he broke away from the kiss, speaking softly against your lips, “I think your viewers could use a final reminder.” He turned his head just slightly so he could expand his peripheral vision, “For good measure.”

“For good measure?” you questioned.

“That I’m the only one who gets to fuck you like this,” a kiss to your forehead punctuated his sentence.

His arm extended out of the shower toward your vanity, wet fingertips hovering over your keyboard before pressing down gently.

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