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Jesus christ, you can barely breathe.

The air inside the gym is thick and oppressive, heavy with the scent of musk, steel, and overworked rubber. The temperature feels like it's climbing past a hundred degrees, turning every breath into a labored struggle. Sweat pours down your face in steady rivulets, stinging your eyes and soaking into the collar of your already drenched t-shirt. It slides down your neck, traces down the curve of your spine, and clings to every inch of your skin.

Your arms, chest, and the backs of your thighs. It's leaving you feeling damp and miserably sticky.

Your lungs burn with every inhale. Your chest heaves violently as you fight for air, muscles trembling from the brutal pace Eren has been pushing you through. Your limbs feel like lead, heavy, unreliable, while your knees threaten to buckle beneath you at any second. The room spins just slightly at the edges of your vision, and you grip the edge of the weight bench harder, trying to stay upright.

"Get up," a low, rough voice cuts through the haze. "We're not done."

Goddammit.

Eren stands in front of you, shirtless, his sculpted chest glistening under the harsh overhead lights. His own sweat carves sharp lines down the deep grooves of his abs and the sharp V of his hips, disappearing into the waistband of his low-slung shorts. His jaded eyes are locked onto you intensely. Shit, almost predatory, as strands of his damp brown hair sticks to his forehead. He looks barely winded-- this bastard-- while you feel like you're about to collapse.

He steps closer, towering over you. The smell of him, clean sweat, faint cologne, and pure male, hits you hard.

"Can you...can you give me a fucking minute please?" you seethe hoarsely and breathless. You shake your head and look down, refusing to meet his eyes as your chest continues to heave. The dampness now stings your eyes and drips from your chin onto the floor below. Every muscle in your body is screaming, and the last thing you want right now is Eren Jaeger breathing down your neck.

A quiet, mocking scoff escapes him. Eren doesn't step back. If anything, he crowds you even more, his tall frame casting a shadow as he leans in. His green eyes are sharp, narrowed with that familiar brooding intensity that always seem to border on irritation when he looks at you.

"Oh, you need a minute, huh?" he repeats, tone dark, dripping with distain. "I didn't think you were this fucking weak, Y/n."

Eren lets out a short, humorless laugh, the sound mocking and edged. One of his hands come down against the bench beside your head, caging you in as he leans above you. His bare chest is so close that you can literally feel the heat rolling off his moist-slicked, tan skin.

"Look at me," he demands. When you don't immediately obey, his fingers grip your jaw, forcing your head up roughly. You yelp from surprise before your eyebrows furrow and lips tightens, growing furious. His touch on you is calloused and unforgiving. Those intense green eyes burn into yours, brows knitted, jaw clenched like he's pissed off just by the sight of you struggling.

"You begged me to train you. Remember that?" Eren reminds you, harshly and words cutting. "Now you're wanting to tap out like a pathetic little--"

Before he can finish the sentence, you snap.

You stand and shove hard against his chest with both hands, grunting from the effort. Your palms hot, clammy skin stretched over tight muscle, and he actually shifts back a half-step. You force yourself upright, ignoring the way your legs tremble and your lungs still burn. Straightening your spine, you glare up at him with pure fury blazing in your glare.

"I'm not tapping out, Eren," you spit, venom laced in your bite back. "And fuck you. I'm not weak, either. And I'm sure as hell not your little bitch."

You step closer, around the bench, refusing to back down even though your body is screaming at you to sit the hell down. Your own chest brushes against his as you tilt your head up defiantly.

"Yeah, I asked you to train me. That's why we're here. But don't let that shit go to your fucking head. I'm not some fragile puppy you can talk down to just because you're stronger. If you think I'm gonna let you humiliate me every time I need a breath, you can go fuck yourself, Jaeger. I'll quit before I let you treat me like that."

Your heart is pounding violently--from exhaustion, anger, and the way Eren's staring at you like he wants to either choke you out or...You're not even fucking sure. But there's something in his glare you're not entirely familiar with.

A muscle ticks in his jaw as he stares down at you, his control fraying by the second. For a second, the air between you crackles with pure hostility. Then, his lips curl into a cruel, mocking smirk, but there's a cruel spark burning behind it.

"That so?" Eren taunts. Though, he doesn't step back. Instead, he leans down, crowding you again with you can feel the heat of his minty breath on your face. "Then prove it to me. Stop running your mouth and show me you're not just talk."

You turn away from him, limps still burning, and snatch your boxing gloves from the bench where you'd tossed them earlier. The leather feels hot and kind of damp from before. Regardless, you shove your hands into them with aggressive tugs, tightening the straps around your wrists with your teeth. The familiar weight grounds you, turning your frustration into something keener, more focused.

"Ready when you are, asshole," you growl.

Eren grabs the focus mitts, sliding them onto his large hands. He gives you a single nod toward the center of the mat, his actions showing impatience. "Then stop wasting time. Get over here."

You step onto the mat, legs still shaky but fueled by pure spite at the moment. The two of you face each other under the bright gym lights. Eren plants his feet wide, knees slightly bent, holding the pads up at perfect striking height for you. The deep lines of his muscles shift with every small movement.

"Hands up," he barks. "Jab. Cross. Now."

You explode forward, throwing a hard job-cross combo into the pads. The loud thud of leather on leather echoes through the gym. Eren absorbs the impact without budging.

"Harder," he demands, clipped. "You hit like a fucking child. Again."

Gritting your teeth, you reset and fire another combination -- Jab, cross, hook. Your gloves slam into the pads with more force this time. Sweat flies from your face with every strike. Your arms feel like they are on fire, but you keep moving.

Eren circles you slowly, forcing you to pivot and chase your angles. "Don't drop your left hand. You want me to knock your head off?" He throws a quick, controlled jab toward your shoulder. Not enough to hurt, but enough to make you flinch and correct your guard. "Again. Jab, jab, cross, hook. Move your feet!"

You obey, dancing forward and unloading. The rhythm builds: punch after punch, the sound of impacts growing louder as you pour your anger into every strike against the mitts. The silence between you breaks into rough, uneven sounds, again. Shrieking and desperate as they fight to take in air, but you refuse to slow down.

"Faster, Y/n!" Eren snaps, his yell dripping with irritation. "Stop telegraphing your hooks. I can see them from a mile away." He taps the pad sharply with his own jab, signaling the next combo. "Double jab, uppercut. Drive your hips into it."

You snarl low in your throat and fire into the sequence, your gloves cracking against the pads with slamming force. One particularly snapping hook makes Eren's arm shift back ever-so-slightly. For a split second, something almost like approval flickers across his face before his usual, scowl returns.

"Don't get cocky," he steps in closer. "Again. Keep your chin tucked. Elbows in. You're leaving yourself wide open every time you swing like that."

THe gym fills with the constant, repetitive song of leather smacking pads, your grunts and heavy breathing, and Eren's relentless commands. He doesn't give you more than a second or two between combinations, constantly moving, forcing you to chase him around the mat. Every time your form slips even faintly, he's on you. Hard words, a light hook to your guard, or a barked correction.

Shit. You're close to collapsing. You can't even feel your legs anymore, and the slick down your face is dripping down and soaking your sports bra. But you keep swinging -- harder, faster -- refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing you break.

"Better," Eren mutters, though he doesn't exactly sound proud. "Now don't fucking stop. Ten more combos. Make me feel it."

You reset your stance, gloves up, feet moving. An echoing grunt escapes you as you launch into the next set. Jab, cross, right hook, uppercut.

"Fuck--!" You hiss through gritted teeth after a particularly dense hook, a salty sheen flinging from your hair.

Eren barely moves, absorbing everything. "Again. And regulate your breathing before you pass out, Y/n. Control it."

You growl and throw another combination, even faster this time. Your arms scream, but you keep powering through, adding a keen "Hah!" with every strike now. Eren's right. Your unsteady inhales come quick and broken, echoing in the empty gym alongside the constant smacks.

"Left hand higher!" Eren commands, tapping your guard with a quick jab. "You're sloppy as shit today. No wonder you're always getting your ass handed to you."

You fire off another combo, snarling with a loud, annoyed moan. "J-Just shut the fuck up and hold the pads!"

But he doesn't stop. As you reset for the next set, chest rising and falling, he steps in closer a step, a devilish smirk tugging at his lips at sends both a shiver down your spine, and a fresh wave of annoyance over your form entirely.

"You know...for someone who talks so much shit about not being weak," he says, voice oozing with mockery. And you already know you're about to be pissed off. "you sure do moan and gasp like a needy little slut every time you put in real work."

His words hit clash into you than any punch.

And something inside you snaps.

Pure rage surges down your exhausted body. Instead of aiming for the pad he's holding up, you twist your hips and throw a vicious right hook -- straight at his face. Your gloved fist connects solidly with his mouth, snapping his head back with a sharp crack.

Eren staggers back a step, more from surprise than actual force.

"Fuck." he hisses, his hand instantly comes up to his hurt mouth. When he pulls it away, there's a smear of blood on his lower lip where it split against his teeth. His jade eyes go wide for half a second before narrowing back, holding a dangerous and feral glare toward you.

The space falls dead silent except for your angry huffs of air.

You stand there, fists still raised, staring back at him with lingering nerves. A twisted mix of both satisfaction and shock of what you just did rushing through you.

"Yeah?" you give him a mocking laugh, dipping your chin. "How's that for sounding like a needy little slut, you fucking prick? Maybe if you weren't running your mouth so much, I wouldn't have had to shut it for you."

Eren slowly drags his thumb across his bleeding lip, smearing red across his skin. His gaze darkens impossibly. The smirk he was holding is now completely gone, replaced by something raw and intimidating as all hell.

Oh, shit.

He takes one deliberate step forward. Then another. But you refuse to step back, though how much your mind is telling you to. Soon, he's back to towering you, his presence feels suffocating. Dizzying even.

"You've got some fucking nerve," he seethes, a low rumble vibrating in his chest. His volume is barely above a whisper, but it hits you like a damn truck. A fresh drop of blood trails leisurely down his chin from the split in his lower lip. You track it instinctively, unable to look away.

A strange, molten current cascades your frame at the sight. Your breath, that you were once fighting to catch, now catches entirely. Without thinking, you shift your stance, pressing your thighs together tightly to ease the sudden, aching pressure building between them.

And you thought it was a subtle movement on your part.

But it wasn't.

Eren notices everything.

His gaze rakes down you. The way your pupils have blown wide, the quick swipe of your tongue across your lips, the way your legs squeeze together like you're tryin to hide how soaked you're getting.

Eren tilts his head. "You been holding back this whole time, Y/n?" His tongue darks out across his split lip, licking the blood away as he stares you down. "Didn't think you actually had it in you. But look at that...finally fucking listened and hit me like you meant it."

He takes another heavy step closer, closing the distance until only inches separate you. The gym feels like it's burning up, the air thick and charged. And you've gone mute.

"That's all it took?" Eren challenges, darkly. "Me calling you a 'needy fucking slut' and you finally give me what I've been wanting since I first started training you last month?"

Fuck.

The shift in the air is immediate and suffocating. The hostility is still there, cracking between the two of you like electricity, but now it's tangled. And it's darker. Hungrier. Your heart slams against your rubs as you stare up at him, gloves still raised, body trembling from more than exhaustion now.

And Eren's looking at you like he wants to destroy you...or devour you. Maybe both.

This wasn't supposed to happen. Dammit.

Yes, you had asked Eren to train you three weeks ago, half out of desperation and half out of spite. You knew, like everyone else, he was the best -- brutal, pushing, and unforgiving -- and you needed to get stronger.

You hated him for it. Hated how he always looked at you like you were beneath him. Hated the constant fucking argument between the two of you, and the way he pushed at you until you wanted to scream.

But you'd always been attracted to him. God, you hated admitting it, even to yourself.

But who the fuck wouldn't?

Eren Jaeger is annoying perfect. Well, physically, at least.

A tall 6'3 frame, tan skin stretched tightly over lean, powerful muscle that looks carved for destruction rather than show. His dark brown hair that sits right above his broad shoulders, usually pulled back into a messy half-bun, like it is now, with loose, wet strands framing his gorgeous features.

And those eyes...a piercing jade green that cuts through your every single time they lock onto yours.

From the very first session three weeks ago, when you watched him absolutely demolishing a heavy punching bag like it had personally insulted him, there was a twist inside you. Deep and unwanted in your lower stomach. That staggering intensity, and his dark, sexy voice that was even better when he got pissed off -- it always fucked with your head. Every training session you'd spent glaring at him, snapping back at his asshole comments... all while secretly throbbing between your legs at the sight of him.

And now here you are. Clothes pasted to your skin, exhausted from tussle, and undeniably turned on because he's bleeding and looking at you like he wants to ruin you.

"What, Y/n?" Eren asks you, a teasing pull in his question. "What's wrong, huh? Can't hold back anymore?"

Your heart slams to a violent stop, ice flooding your veins. Your sockets go wide, pulse thundering in your ears.

He knows.

Eren knows.

He's fully aware of how badly you've wanted him this entire time. How many times you've touched yourself thinking about him, how you've stared at his stature when you thought he wasn't looking, how you've secretly craved his rough hands and cruel mouth even while you hated him.

And now he's looking at you like he can see every devil-sickening thought you've ever had about him.

You swallow, thickly, trying your hardest to keep yourself composed and demeanor in check. "What the hell are you talking abou--"

"No, no. Don't give me that shit," he interrupts, his chin dipping down lower to you and you lock on, unable to move. "You're not the most subtle person, sweetheart. I've noticed everything these past three weeks. The way you tense up whenever I get close, every time I get in your face...you like to act like you want nothing to do with me, that you fucking hate my guts. But your body's always been honest."

Your noses are nearly brushing each other. The charge that's rolling off his bare skin is overwhelming, because you know it's coming from you too.

"Don't worry. I've been waiting for you to finally snap before I did," he continues, his hooded lids dropping their focus to your pretty lips as his own quirk back into a light smirk. "All those filthy little looks you've given me while you thighs squeeze together when I push you. It's almost Pathetic."

Goddammit, you want to deny it. So bad.

You want to shove him again, away from you. But the way he's sizing you up, like he truly has been holding back too, makes your core clench with nothing but a dangerous kind of want.

"Shut up," you rasp, but your voice come out weaker than you intended, almost breathless, far too revealing.

Before anything else is said, Eren moves.

He slings his right glove fast toward the floor with a sharp flick of his wrist. The heavy leather hits the mat, bounces once, and skids off to the side. The sudden, aggressive motion makes you jolt, your limbs tensing immediately.

You watch, pulse racing, as he brings his now-bare hand up to his busted lip, that you had caused. Fresh blood coats the pad of his thumb. His eyes stay locked on you the whole time, intensely in a way that almost makes you give in.

Then his hand shoots up, fingers gripping your jaw with bruising force, tilting your face roughly up toward his.

A harsh groan slips from your throat at the contact.

Eren presses his blood-smeared thumb firmly against your lower lip, dragging it slowly across the soft flesh leaving a warm, metallic streak behind. Instinctively, your tongue runs laps your lips, and the taste of his blood hits your tastebuds faintly, salty and coppery.

Your stomach flips.

"Make me," he pushes through gritted teeth, tone quiet and gravelly. His gaze flickers between your eyes and your lips, heavy with push and raw arrogance. "You finally hit me like you fucking mean it. Now what are you gonna do with all that fire, Y/n?"

HIs grip on your jaw doesn't let up, thumb still pressing possessively against your lip as he leans in closer. And everything about it is making your head foggy. The warmth coming from him, the mix of sweat and blood on his face, and that familiar masculine scent he holds -- it's all flooding your senses. The air between you feels electric, filled with three weeks of built-up hatred and unspoken want.

Your gloves are still on. Your body is still trying to recover from the workout. But none of that matters anymore. All you can focus on is the he's looking at you, like he's finally done pretending he doesn't want to absolutely fucking ruin you.

But Eren doesn't move.

He just holds the position. Daring, waiting, and testing. He's holding perfectly still, refusing to be the one to close the final distance. He wants you to give the clear. To make the first move. He needs you to be the one who breaks first.

Seconds stretch out. Your heart is ringing in your ears, and every inch of you is begging you to close the gap, to grab him, kiss him, and give in to the twisted attraction you've been fighting for weeks. But your pride...that stubborn hatred keeps you frozen.

Eren blinks slowly. A scoff escaping him, low and bitter sounding.

"Figures," he mutters.

He releases your jaw abruptly, almost shoving your face away as he steps back. The sudden loss of contact leaves you reeling. Without another word, he turns away from you, rolling his shoulders as he walks a few steps toward the edge of the mat. His back is tense, shifting with movement. He runs a hand over his forehead, moving his flyaways from his face, clearly frustrated, like he's already dismissing you.

You stand there, breathing hard, his blood on your lips, thighs still squeezing themselves together. The ache between your legs is fucking unbearable now. Shame and desire war inside you. You hate him. You hate how much you want him.

But the pull is too strong.

"Fuck it..." you whisper to no one but yourself.

You move before you can talk yourself out of it.

You storm across the mat, undoing your gloves from around your wrists and tossing them onto the mat as you approach Eren from behind. And once in reach, you grab his arm, your palm slapping him, and yanking him back around to face you.

Eren barely has time to react before you crash into him -- rising up on your toes and slamming your mouth against his in a furious, desperate kiss.

And it's pure fucking violence.

You slam your mouth against his, teeth clashing, lips bruising as you pour every ounce of build-up frustration and searing want into it. The metallic taste of his blood floods over your tongue, hot and sharp, and it only makes you kiss him deeper, like you're trying to punish him with your mouth alone.

Eren groans into the kiss. A deep, gutteral sound that vibrates straight down to your aching cunt. His hands grip your hips, fingers digging into your sweltering-damp skin as he yanks you flush against his tall form. His cock is already rock hard, large and insistent, pressing to the top of your thighs through his basketball shorts.

He kisses you like he fights. Aggressively, dominantly, and mean. His tongue forces into way into your mouth, claiming every inch and biting your lips like he's also been fucking dying for this. You moan shamelessly into him, tongues sliding wet, pitifully, yet deliciously against each other, saliva mingling with the blood on his lip.

Without warning, Eren's hands drop to your ass. He squeezes each cheek, hands sinking into the soft flesh, then hauls you up like you weigh nothing at all. Your legs wrap around his narrow waist as he lifts you, slamming your back against the nearest wall with a heavy thud. The impact about knocks the oxygen from your lungs, but you don't care, you just grind your soaked pussy against the ridge of his cock, desperate for any type of friction.

"Fuck...you really are a needy little slut, huh?" he teases, smirking against your mouth, biting your bottom lip hard enough to sting. "Been hiding this side of you from me the whole time?"

Eren doesn't wait for an answer. His mouth leaves yours, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down your jaw before latching onto your neck. He sucks viciously and damn near possessive, his teeth scraping on your pulse point as he marks you. The wet sound of his mouth on you is obscene. You cry out, head falling back against the wall, giving him more access as he bites and licks at your throat like he wants to leave bruises that'll be on you for days.

One of his hands slides up under your soaked bra, gruff palm dragging over your stomach before cupping your breast. He squeezes it roughly, thumb flicking your peaked nipple, pinching and rolling it between his fingers until you're whimpering pathetically against the wall.

"Shit -- Eren..." you moan, hips rocking desperately against him, grinding your dripping core along his thick dick.

He chuckles darkly against your neck, the sound quiet and almost mocking, before sucking another deep hickey right below your ear.

"Yeah? You like that?" he rasps, voice already fucking wrecked. His hips buck up, bucking his erection harder against you.

"Feels s'good..." you hum, lashes fluttering shut as pleasure shoots into you.

You rock against him just right, frantically and shamelessly dragging yourself along the length of him through the layers of your clothes. The friction makes your clit throb. A frayed whimper spills from your lips.

Eren rips his mouth off your neck with a pop, struggling to keep himself still as he stares down between your bodies. He watches you rock yourself on him like a fucking whore, stare dark and hazy with lust.

"Jesus -- fuck -- Y/n," he groans, words coated with dirty awe. "Look at you...humping me like this after acting like you couldn't stand me."

Eren's hands grip your ass tighter, helping you roll your hips faster against him. The wet patch on your shorts is obvious now, soaking through the fabric and actually staining his own shorts. You can feel how painfully erect he is, his big cock twitching every time you move over it.

But suddenly, one hand slides down between your bodies. His long fingers tease at the waistband of your shorts, slipping just under the elastic band. He presses his forehead against yours, blood still smeared across his lip.

His voice drops to a menacing level.

"Tell me you want it, baby," he demands. Even though your eyes are still squeezed shut, you can feel him glaring down at you. "Tell me you want me inside your begging cunt. I'm not doing anything until you say it."

You're trembling, aching, and so fucking drenched for him it's actually embarrassing. Pride and lust war inside you for half a second before lust wins. Again.

"Yes -- Oh, god -- yes," you gasp. "Fuck, yes-- Eren, please. T-touch me. I want you inside m-me..."

A dark, satisfied smirk spreads across Eren's bloody mouth.

"Good girl."

His hand shoves straight into your workout shorts and panties in one fast motion. Two thick fingers drag through your soaked folds with frictionless ease, spreading your warm desire all over your pussy as he teases your dripping hole. You moan a bit louder at the first touch of his bare skin against you. His fingers are so coarse and calloused from years of training, slightly cool compared to your burning cunt, but they feel fucking incredible.

"Oh my fucking god -- you're soaked," Eren informs you, clearly infatuated with it, as if you didn't already know this.

"Eren...Please -- Fuck!"

Without anymore warning, he sinks both fingers inside you in one smooth thrust. You cry out, back arching against the wall as he stretches you open. He curls them inside you, stroking that spongy spot inside you with expert precision while his thumb finds its way to your swollen clit and starts rubbing tight, perfect circles.

Then, the wet squelching of his fingers pumping into your tight hole echoes around the empty gym, loud and absolutely fucking filthy. He sets a brutal pace right away -- fucking you hard and deep with his fingers, scissoring them to stretch you wider while his thumb mercilessly works your clit.

"Fuuuk, listen to that," he rutts against your neck, biting down as he fingers you faster. "So fuckin' perfect. You get this worked-up every time we have a session? Huh?"

You can't answer him. All that comes out in response are fractured little exhales and needy whimpers as he fucks you relentlessly with his middle and ring finger. Your walls clench greedily around him, sucking his digits deeper with every thrust. Sweat rolls down your body, binding with creamy slick dripping down his hand and wrist.

Your noises are borderline pornographic, head thrown back, hips grinding down onto his hand as you search for your high. Eren's composure is shredded thin, his large cock twitching against your thigh as he watches you fall apart from his fingers alone.

He pulls back just enough to watch your pretty face fall apart as he adds a third finger, forcing your pussy to stretch around the intrusion.

The burn is delicious.

"Oh, fuck!"

"Mhm, there you go," Eren taunts. "Taking three fingers so well. I bet you've fucked yourself thinking about me for weeks, haven't you."

His pace turns punishing. He curls his fingers just right on every thrust, stroking that sensitive spot over and over while his thumb abuses your clit as your moans get higher pitched and more broken.

"Yeah,...that's it. Fuck my fingers, baby," he encourages, getting needier for your release the closer you get. "C'mon, pretty girl. You're almost there. I can feel you squeezing around me."

Your thighs starts shaking around his waist. The pressure builds fast and viciously, coiling tight in your stomach. "Eren— fuck— I'm—" you whine, eyes rolling back.

"Oh, fuck yes," He pumps even faster, deeper. "Cum for me. Right fucking now. Let me feel how hard this pussy cums for the guy you pretend to hate."

It hits you like a freight train.

Your orgasm crashes into you violently. You scream his name, frame seizing up as you clamp down around him, gushing arousal all on his hand and wrist. Your hips jerk wildly, riding out the waves as white pleasure rips through you. Eren keeps fucking you as it takes you over, groaning quietly with you at the way your walls pulse and flutter around him.

"That's it, that's it. That's my girl," he mutters, talking you through it.

He slows his assault gradually, letting you ride out the aftershocks, but doesn't pull them out yet. Your chest is back to its heaving, everything going practically limp and quivering against the concrete wall as you try to retain all your air.

When you finally manage to open your eyes, you find him staring at you with hungry intensity. His cock is straining so painfully against his shorts, the outline is so weighted and impossible to ignore.

You swallow, still dazed from the mindblowing orgasm, but the sight makes fresh heat pool in your stomach.

"...Let me...Let me suck you off," you push out, tone hoarse. "I want you in my mouth, Eren. Please."

Eren's eyes flash with surprise, before it settles into lust once more. He lets out a hushed "fuck" as he leisurely pulls his soaked fingers from your pulsing pussy.

"Yeah?" he swallows, adam's apple bobbing in his throat.

"Yes. Yes, please." You beg, nearly fucking panting for the man. Eren blinks before bringing himself in, closer to your face, and presses his lips against yours, lingering for a few seconds, before pulling back enough to keep your lips touching, but neither of you bother to connect them again.

"Then get down on your fucking knees."

Eren backs up a bit, allowing you to drop from the wall and you waste no time going right down to your knees, where you look at his print pressed into his shorts. But you don't stare for long until you grip the waistband of his shorts, making sure you feel yourself grab his boxers as well, before pulling down. Fast.

His cock springs free, heavy and flushed. It's thick -- like, genuinely thick. The shaft veined and curling slightly upward, the head swollen and a deep, angry red, already glistening with a steady bead of precum at the slit. The sheer size of him makes your mouth water.

The mat underneath your knees is jagged, but you adjust til it feels somewhat comfortable before you reach up and wrap your hand around the base. He's burning hot, the skin silky over the rigid length. You lean in and drag your tongue from the underside and all the way up to his pretty tip in one long, wet stripe, savoring the salty, musky taste of him.

Eren lets out a shaky exhale, one hand threading into your hair as you swirl your tongue around the leaking head, licking up every drop of precum before sucking just the fat tip into your hot mouth.

"Oh -- Fuck," he moans, and the sound is completely different from anything you've heard from him before. It's pitchy, whiny...needy. And easily, the hottest thing that's ever hit your ears.

A fresh leak of arousal drips from your ruined cunt, soaking your shorts even more as you squeeze your thighs together on the gym floor.

You take him deeper, lips stretching wide around his girth as you start to bob your head. Saliva floods your mouth, spilling out of the corners of your lips in shiny, messy strings that run down every veiny inch of his dick. You push yourself further, gagging wetly when the fat head bullies into the tight squeeze of your throat.

You don't pull back. Instead, you relax your throat and force more of him him until your nose is pressed flush against his pelvis, your throat convulsing and fluttering around his length.

Tears stream down your cheeks. Strings of spit drip freely from your chin, soaking on your bra and basically puddling onto the mat beneath you. The sounds would be considered gross if you hadn't known where they were coming from. Loud, wet gagging, slurping, and the occasional choked hitch vibrating around him as you work the man with pure enthusiasm.

Eren's grip tightens almost painfully in your hair, fingers flexing against your scalp. His abs clench and ripple under his toned skin as he tilts his head back with a broken choke, exposing the sharp lines of his jaw. His free hand shoots forward, slapping against the wall above you for support as his hips jerk. Beautiful, wrecked noises keep spilling from his mouth. Deep groans that are mixed with those lovely, begging whines that make your pussy ache all over again.

This image is going to be burned into your head forever:

You on your knees like a slut, Eren leaning above you with his head thrown back in striking pleasure, one strong arm braced against the wall, veins popping down his tan forearm, while his perfect, spit-drenched cock is buried deep down your throat. Lines of your saliva coating all his shaft and dripping from the length.

"Goddamn...Y/n," Eren's gaze finally comes back down to you. "You're fucking choking on it...taking every damn inch of me like your throat was made for me."

He holds you there for a few seconds, savoring the way your throat squeezes around him, before finally letting you pull back for a air. You gasp desperately, coughing and drooling, your drool still connecting to your swollen mouth to his shiny, pretty dick. Your eyes are watery, cheeks warm, and you're never looked more ruined -- or hotter.

Eren looks down at you like he's seeing you for the first time.

"Put it back," you beg, your vocal cords raspy from how deep you've taken him. "Please, put it back in my mouth. I -- shit -- wanna make you cum."

A feral glint crosses Eren's face. Because that pitched, hopeless cut in your voice seems to break something in him.

"Fuck...yeah? You want me to cum down your throat?" Eren grips the base of his soaked cock and slaps the heavy head against your tongue a couple of times as you nod, before feeding it back into your eager mouth.

You make a sound so helpless it almost sounds like surrender. But it's anything but that. The second he slides back in, sucking him down greedily. Your lips stretch wide again as you take him as deep as you possibly can, throat choking around him. His hand goes back tight in your hair, the other still braced against the wall as he starts fucking your face with shallow thrusts.

"Yeah -- God, fuck -- just like that," he praises, volume getting higher and syllables more spaced apart as he speaks. "Holy shit, Your throat feels so good."

You work him sloppily from the praise, hollowing your cheeks, swirling your tongue from the underside, and stomach lurching every time he pushes into your throat. Fresh tears build and fall down your cheeks, but you don't fucking care. You just want to make him feel good.

Eren's hips start losing rhythm. His arms and abs flex, muscular thighs trembling as he gets closer. And you grow more excited.

"Oh, shit -- Y/n, I'm close," he warns you, cracking into another pretty groan. "Gonna fill that pretty fucking mouth up. You gonna swallow every last bit of what I give you?"

You moan affirmatively around him, looking up at him with teary, fucked-out eyes as you suck him harder. And that seems to push him over the edge.

Eren's head falls back with a booming whimper as his cock throbs violently against your begging tongue. "Oh, f-fuck..."

The first thick rope of cum shoots straight down your throat, hot and faintly salty. You keep sucking through it, swallowing as he unloads into your mouth. Pulse after heavy pulse floods you, so much that some leaks out of the corners of your lips despite how much you try to take it all. His cock twitches and jerks on your tongue as he keeps groaning above you.

You milk him with every wave, sucking and licking until he's completely spent. Only then do you slowly pull off with a wet pop, a strand of his cum and your spit still connecting yourself to him. You swallow the rest with an audible gulp, then open your mouth to him your tongue. Shiny and messy, but empty.

Eren gives you a look of approval, looking down at you for a pausing moment, thumb gently wiping the mess of semen and drool from the corner of your mouth. His usual cocky smirk is softer now, almost dazed. He slides his hand under your chin and tilts your face up.

"C'mere," he mutters, gravelly but quieter than before.

Pulling back up his shorts, he tucks himself back away before he pulls you up from your knees with surprising gentleness, built arms wrapping around your waist as he lifts you again. Your legs instinctively wrap around him again as he walks a few steps and lowers you both onto the weight bench, sitting down with you straddling his lap. His cock, still half-hard and drenched, rests against your soaked core.

Instead of immediately devouring you, Eren cups the back of your head and pulls you into a careful, deeper kiss. This one isn't violent -- it's still hungry, but more careful. His lips move against yours with a strange, unexpected tenderness, tongue sliding gently into your mouth, tasting himself on you. You melt into it, heart sweltering, and arms wrapping around his neck as you kiss him back.

He pulls away enough to rest his forehead against yours, breathing you in.

"You okay?" he asks you, genuinely. His thumb strokes your jaw, gently. "I wasn't exactly easy on you. Especially your throat. I didn't hurt you too bad, did I?"

You shake your head, smiling softly at his concern. "I'm fine, Jaeger. I wanted it. All of it."

A faint grin tugs at his lop, but there's real relief. "Good. Because you looked fucking incredible on your knees for me. Almost made me lose control on you."

You roll your eyes, but there's no real malice in it. "Don't get too full of yourself. You weren't exactly quiet either with your noises. Who knew you moaned so prettily."

Eren huffs a soft laugh, the sound rare and warm. "Shut up," he teases before kissing you again, slower this time, one hand sliding up your back, rubbing soothing circles into your damp skin.

However, the soft moment doesn't last too long.

Because you're still aching, still soaked as fuck, and the feeling of his body under yours is driving you insane. You start rolling your hips, grinding yourself against him again. It twitches and hardens quickly beneath you as you drag your soaked folds up and down his length.

Eren grunts into your mouth, hands clutching your hips tighter. "Fuck."

"Eren," you whisper drunkenly against his soft lips, grinding down onto him. You roll your hips in a forward-back motion, dragging your begging, sensitive pussy on top the full size of his cock so he can feel just how dripping wet you still are.

The way you spew his name makes something snap in him. He kisses you hungrily, tongue sliding deep into your mouth as one hand slides up your back, gripping the back of your neck.

"What, pretty girl?" he rasps, throaty, lips brushing yours. "What do you need?"

You toss your head back, coating him. "I need...oh, shit...I need y-you--" you gasp, words slurring together as pleasure fries your brain.

Eren's hand shoots up instantly, gripping your jaw and forcing your head back down so you're looking right at him.

"Get your fucking head straight and tell me what you need me from me."

He commands between gritted teeth and punctuates the demand with a cutting upward thrust of his hips, driving his dick deeper into your cunt.

You whimper loudly, nails digging into his shoulders as the harsh wash of euphoria explodes in you. "I n-need you to fuck me," you finally manage, shakily. "Please. Please, Eren..."

A wicked, approving smile forms on him. "There she is."

He moves his hand to the waistband of your gym shorts, fingers hooking under the fabric and tugging impatiently. "Take 'em off. Get these off now."

You don't even hesitate.

You slide off his lap on shaky legs, standing in front of him. With impatient hands, you shove your shorts and panties down your thighs in one hurried motion. The drenched fabric peels away from your wetness, and a line of your arousal strings and breaks as you kick them off your ankles, leaving you completely bare from the waist down.

Eren's stabbing gaze devours every inch of you. His focus drops straight down to your glistening cunt, watching the way you drips down yourself, down your inner thighs.

"God," he sounds almost reverent.

He lifts his hips and yanks his own shorts and boxers down again, shoving them mid-thigh. His cock springs free once more. Rock hard, again. Throbbing, again. And still covered in your saliva and his release from moments earlier. The flushed tip of him is already leaking again as it slaps heavily against his abs before standing tall and proud, twitching under your hungry stare.

Then, Eren reaches forward, grabbing your waist and yanking you back onto his lap roughly. He positions you so your entrance hovers right over him, the fat head of him nudging against you, making you shiver.

"You're gonna ride the fuck out of me. Understand?" he tells you, his fingers slide behind you, digging into the soft flesh of your ass, spreading you open as he holds you right above his leaking self. "I want to see this tight cunt swallow every inch of me."

You nod quickly, shaky with anticipation. Your focus drops downward between your bodies, watching the way his dick is nestled against your dripping entrance. You brace yourself on his broad shoulders, thighs shaking as you start to lower yourself--

But a quiet yelp forces from your throat when Eren's hand shoots up, wrapping firmly around the front of your throat. He doesn't squeeze hard, but the grip is unyielding as he forces your head up, making your attention snap to him.

"Keep those eyes on me," he instructs. "Look at me while you sink your pretty pussy down on me, baby. Don't look away."

The forceful edge unleashes a fresh spark of thrill straight through you. You hold his stare, lips parted, and breathing ragged as you slowly lower yourself onto him. This time keeping your focus on his.

The fat head of his cock parts your folds, stretching you open as you sink down. Inch by thick, veined inch disappears inside you. The stretch is overwhelming. A delicious, burning fullness that makes your mouth fall open in a silent noise. You feel every ridge, every pulse of his big cock as your walls flutter and squeeze around him.

"Jesus-fucking-christ," Eren groans, his grab on your neck tightening just slightly as he watches your face. "That's it. Look at me while you take... take it. Goddamnit --"

You keep eye-contact with him the entire time, even as your thighs shake, a ruined noise spills past the barrier of your lips. The contact feels impossibly intimate and dirty at the exact same time. When you finally bottom out, his cock buried to the hilt inside you, your ass flush against his thighs, you both let out shaky moans.

Eren's jaw clenches, his abs tensing beneath your hand, where it rests for support. His free hand stays on your ass, squeezing it while the one around your throat holds you in place.

"Good girl," Eren praises with a chuckle, thumb stroking the side of your neck. "Now, c'mon. Move. Feel good for me."

You instantly obey.

Your hips begin to roll in smooth, deliberate circles, every know and then, swiftly grinding forward on his lap. The slimy sound of you sliding up and down his length is audible in the space between you. You sink your teeth painfully into your bottom lip, lids fluttering and eventually rolling back as intense yearning rummages all throughout your body.

Your hands leave his shoulder, sliding back behind you until they brace against his knees. You lean back, arching your spine, which changes the angle and forces his cock even deeper inside you, causing you to both moan out.

The new position puts on a lewd display of you.

Your tits pushed forward in your tight bra. Silky, damp skin under the gym lighting, and your perfect cunt stretched around his aching girth.

"Oh, fuck, Eren," you hiss.

Eren is so fucking big. Every roll of your hips sends a sharp, piercing sting hurting from your core with how deeply he's splitting you open. The stretch borders on too much, but that pain melts almost instantly into mind-blowing ecstacy. Every ridge of his cock drags perfectly against your walls, hitting spots you didn't even know existed.

You've never felt anything this good in your life.

The realization slams into you: you're never gonna be able to fuck anyone else after this. Not without comparing them to Eren-fucking-Jaeger -- the way he's got you spread open, the way he fills you so beautifully and makes you feel so much intoxicating desire.

He's single-handedly ruined you for any other man, and he doesn't even know it.

Eren is glued to where your bodies connect with each other, watching with fascination as your juices covers and drips down his dick, dripping down his shaft and over his balls with every roll of your hips against his lap. His teeth are clenched tightly, a muscle ticking as he fights to keep some semblance of control.

"Oh my god," he groans jaggedly, dragging his head back up and gaze over you slowly from where you're impaled on his cock, up your stomach, over your bouncing tits, until they lock onto your face. His hand slides from the front of your throat to the back of your neck, holding firmly, while the other stays locked on your waist, helping guide your movements.

"Fucking hell...you're so pretty, Y/n," he watches you in absolute awe. The unexpected softness in his words make your pussy clench down around him.

You whimper is response. Encouraged by his praise, you start rolling yourself faster, driving your swollen clit against his pelvis on every downstroke. The squelching of your soaked cunt riding his cock grows louder, more obscene, and could easily be heard by anyone even if they were on the opposite of the gym.

Eren's grip on the back of your neck tightens as he pulls you forward slightly, forcing your upper torso closer to his. His forehead presses against yours, both of your air mingling hot and ragged between you, chests rising with each others in nearly-perfect sync. For a moment it feels almost too intimate, until his hands slide down your body and clutch back onto your waist.

He stops your rolling movements.

And you're about to grow confused, until -- He takes full control.

Using his large hands, Eren moves you upwards and back down on him, starting to bounce you on his length, hitting you so deeply and it causes immediate assault on your g-stop. The new motion makes your jaw drop instantly, pitchy, wrecked cries force themselves from you with every brutal drop on his cock.

The keen sound of skin hitting skin bounces off the walls around you, much more prounounced than the noises your bodies were making before. Every time he yanks you down, his dick spears you so deep you swear you can feel him in your fucking stomach.

"Shit--" you curse, head falling forward for a second before you force yourself to look back up at him. "Mmm!"

Fuck, he looks incredible.

Eren is watching you so intently, like he's trying to memorize every single second. Every noise you make, every twitch of your face, and every bounce of your perfect self on his. His pretty lips, deep pants escaping him as he fucks you on his lap. His dark hair is a gorgeous mess, strands falling loose from the half-bun, sticking to his sweaty forehead, temples, and neck. And on his chin, that faint smear of dried blood from his busted lip still lingers.

A dirty reminder of how this all started.

Holy shit, you're so happy you punched him in his stupid fucking face.

The sight of him like this. Flushed, focused, and lost in the feeling of your pussy, makes your walls squeeze around him once more, harder.

"Ah, shit, Y/n," he screws his lashes shut and throws his head forward for a short moment. The tendons in his neck strain as pleasure visibly overtakes him, before he tilts back up and talks lowly to you in that tone of voice that makes your brain short-circuit.

"I'm gonna fucking cum if... you keep squeezing me like that." he warns.

You give him a pretty cry in response.

And it punches the air straight out his lungs. His jaw falls open, eyes widening slightly at the sound. He curses under his breath before digging his fingers deeper into the soft flesh of your sides, nails biting into your skin as he starts lifting and dropping you faster.

At the same time, he plants his feet and thrusts his hips up to meet every slamming drop, fucking into you with so much power and insane force.

Oh. My. Fucking. God~

You scream. Literally fucking scream. Shrieking around you in the gym as his dick slams into you over and over again. The angle is devastating. He's hitting you so, so, so deep it feels like he's rearranging your insides, the head of his cock bullying against that sensitive spot even harder than before with every hammering thrust.

"Fuck!" you cry out, hands flying to his shoulders. "Oh my fucking -- Eren!"

Eren's doesn't look away from you, drinking is every expression and knit of your brows, the flutter of your eyelashes as he fucks you unforgivingly. His thighs slap harshly against your ass and your arousal is practically fucking spraying out of you with every fuck into you in messy droplets that soak his pelvis and thighs. The bench creaks scarily beneath you, protesting the savage way he's pounding into you.

"Mhm, yeah, scream for me," he growls, nearly sounding angry again, that familiar broody edge cutting through his pussy-drunken tone. "Let me hear how good you feel with my dick splitting you open."

Eren doesn't let up. Not even for a quick inhale to relieve your lungs. He keeps bouncing you on his lap with punishing strength, slamming you down while thrusting himself simultaneously. The dual force pushes him so much deeper inside you, the head of him kissing your cervix with every single stroke.

The pressure in your stomach starts to become noticeable. It's hot, swashing, and building fast. Your pussy walls flutter wildly around him, milking the man with every plunge. Eren moans loudly at the feeling. "Fuck--!"

"E-Eren," you force out, as hot tears fall down your cheeks. "I'm gonna...I'm gonna cum..."

The warning barely leaves your lips before Eren loses it.

"God -- fuck me," The hold on you becomes bruising as he thrusts faster, deeper. "C'mon, cum all over me. Cum all over my fucking cock."

The pace is absolutely feral. He's fucking you down onto him with everything he has.

"Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!" you seethe, curses shaky with the movement.

"That's it, baby, give it to me," Eren coos.

And you do.

The relief snaps violently. You cum harder than you ever have -- harder than you ever will -- in your entire fucking life.

A raw, broken cry rips from your throat as your orgasm crashes through you. Your whole body seizes up, shaking uncontrollably on top of him. Your eyes clamp closed so tightly that everything goes white behind your lids, pure, blinding bliss flooding over every nerve inside you. Your cunt spasms around him, releasing and creaming all over him in heated, messy waves. You yell his name like a goddamn prayer, over and over again.

Eren chuckles darkly at first, clearly enjoying the way you're falling apart on his dark...until the feeling of you finishing on him, quickly fades his smirk, eyebrows knitting together as he looks down at the mess you've made over him. And it builds just as quick as it did for you. The outstanding orgasm forming in his lower stomach.

His eyebrows knit together, jaw slack open as he stares down at the mess you're making. Your creamy finish coating over him in a white sheen. "Oh shit, Oh shit," he curses in a fast pace. "I'm gonna cum -- you gotta get off of me--"

But even as he says it, his thrusts continue to pound into your spasming hole a few more desperate times, chasing the feeling. He quickly returns to that whiny sound again, growing more intense by the second.

Suddenly, with a strained grunt, he lifts you off his dick. The loss makes you both groan.

But you're faster than he expects. Still shaking faintly from the aftershocks of your life-changing orgasm, you drop to your knees between his spread legs. Your hand immediately wraps around his moist, needy self that's still warm from being balls deep inside you, and you start jerking him fast and tightly, twisting your wrist over the sensitive head with every stroke of your hand.

Eren throws his head back on his shoulders with a pitiful whimper, both hands planting on the bench behind him as his hips jerk up into your fist. The noises he makes are pure music to your ears.

You pump him quickly, your hand flying up and down his soaked shaft. His cock jumps in your grip, veins pumping under your fingers.

"Fuck, baby, baby, baby -- I'm cumming. F-fuck..."

Eren's body tenses hard. Every part of him locking up as one last groan spills from him. And he cums violently.

Thick, hot ropes of cum erupt from his cock in chaotic streams, splattering messily across your hand, wrist, and chest. Some even lands on your neck and collarbone, warm and sticky. He cries out your name like it's the only word he knows, hips bucking uncontrollably into your tight fist as you keep pumping him through every wave, making sure he gives you every last drop of him until he's shaking and oversensitive.

And then, once he comes down from his intense high...It's over.

Eren slumps back against the bench, his chest falling up and down rapidly, half-lidded and dazed as the last tremors fade from his form. For a long moment, it's almost silent. Just the sound you both breathing unevenly, trying to get your heads back on straight.

"Jesus christ..." Eren mutters, dragging a hand down his face.

He sits up slowly and looks down at you. You're still on your knees in front of him, between his legs. Hot, sweaty, and covered in his release. The sight itself stirs up another feeling within him, but he keeps it down. For now.

"Ah, shit. Hold on," he says before he tucks himself back into his shorts and boxers, then stands. You watch as he walks across the gym, lean muscle shifting under his tanned skin. He runs both of his hands over his messy hair, retying the half-bun with a quick tug. His biceps flex, and strong back rippling as he moves. Eren digs in his gym bag against the far wall and pulls out a clean black rag before heading back to you.

You're still sitting on the cold floor when he returns, legs too shaky to stand on your own. Eren crouches slightly and reaches down, gently taking hold of your arm to help you up without a word. The second you're on your feet, a sharp, dull ache throbs between your legs.

"Ow," you hiss quietly, face twisting in discomfort.

Eren's brows furrow, looking you over. "You alright?" he asks you, keeping a steadying hand on your waist as he guides you back over to the bench.

He sits down first, then pulls you carefully onto his lap, sideways this time so you're not straddling him again. One arm staying wrapped securely around your lower back for support.

You nod weakly at his question. "Yeah. Just sore and exhausted."

Eren lets out a low chuckle with his arm remains firm around you as his other hand brings the black rag to your chest. His wipes away the wet mess of his cum with easy, surprisingly gentle drags.

"Well, don't worry," he moves the rag upward toward your neck, cleaning the streaks there with the same deliberate care. "I think we can call it for today, yeah?" He pulls back an inch to look at you, a faint, tired smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth, that still has dried blood visible.

"I'd say we both just got a pretty damn good workout in."

You let out a small laugh, still quivering on his lap. Your legs feel like jelly, your core aches deeply, but there's a cozy, satisfied buzz humming under your skin. "Yeah... agreed," you murmur, giving him a lazy grin. "That was the most fulfilling session you've ever given me, Jaeger."

Eren's gentle strokes with the rag pause. His pretty, jade gaze locks onto you, reading the teasing glint in them before dropping to your swollen lips. "Mhm," he hums, biting his bottom lip as he leans in closer. "Then I'm sure you're really gonna like what I've got planned for our future sessions."

A sharp, excited shiver runs down your spine. You lean forward and meet him halfway. Your lips brush softly, a quiet moan slipping from you at the easy contact. The kiss is slow and lazy -- nothing like the violent hunger from before.

But it doesn't last.

Because out of nowhere, the loud, metallic bang of the gym doors swinging open echoes through the entire space.

"Fuck--!" You and Eren curse out at the same time.

You both move instantly.

You push off his lap in a panic. Eren sets you on your feet and stands up fast. You practically dive for your discarded shorts and panties, yanking them up your legs as quickly as humanly possible. The fabric scrapes painfully against your ruined, sensitive cunt, but you ignore the burn, hopping on one foot to pull them over your ass.

Within seconds, you're both dressed. Hairs messy, his skin still flushed and yours sweaty, clothes slightly crooked on your frames.

A man walks straight past you both, attention focused to his phone, entirely oblivious. He gives a casual, friendly nod as he passes. You force a small wave while Eren stands with his hands on his hips, nodding back stiffly.

The man continues walking down the short hallway, fishing in his pockets. The unmistakable jingle of keys fills the silence. Your gaze follows him... and your stomach drops straight to your ass when you see where he's heading.

A door with a bright yellow sticker:

𝗦𝗘𝗖𝗨𝗥𝗜𝗧𝗬 / 𝗖𝗔𝗠𝗘𝗥𝗔 𝗥𝗢𝗢𝗠 — 𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗙𝗙 𝗢𝗡𝗟𝗬

Your eyes go wide. You slowly turn to Eren.

He's already looking at you with the exact same horrified expression. Mouth slightly open, face pale under the flush.

Welp.

Fuck.

𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗘𝗡𝗗.