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[euphorikaisen]

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EREN JAEGER X FEM! READER [NSFW]

WARNINGS: BETTING, STREET RACING, SMOKING, SOME ANGST, FLUFF, SMUT AND ANGST, CHILDHOOD FRIENDS TO LOVERS, PORN WITH PLOT, MODERN SETTING/COLLEGE AU, SMUT, CHOKING

WORD COUNT: 21.1 K A/N: hello tumblr i'm back! i hope you missed me as much as i did you, here's a special piece i've been working on for a month now and i thought i'd release it in honor of eren's birthday <3 \\ sorry if there are any knowledge lapses, i'm not a part of an illegal racing ring

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“Did you have a brain tumor for breakfast?”

“Did you forget that I do, every fucking day?”

With the car door aggressively shutting behind him, you were almost deafened by the cheers of the crowd mixing with the engine revs of the row of cars in front of you. Hesitantly, you pace towards the middle of the road, raising a measly arm holding a blank handgun. Your eyes never left the direction of the black sportscar almost in front of you as you waited to pull the trigger overhead. A three-second countdown until probable demise, and you think to yourself how and why you’re here on a school night, illuminated by street lights and surrounded by complete strangers on a closed road in the middle of nowhere.

Three loud beeps and you close your eyes, pulling the trigger overhead as several cars speed past, thankfully leaving you unscathed. You instinctively look in the direction of the cars as the sound of their engines got quieter before walking towards the side, facing the huge tv screen with people surrounding it. They were all talking amongst themselves as you stare intently at the screen, worriedly focusing on the black sports car while you overhear some conversation by the two men beside you who seem to frequent these races.

“That’s Jaeger for ‘ya.” “Kid’s got a death wish sometimes I tell you.”

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“Are you free at 11 pm today?”

You look up from your laptop, facing your brunette college roommate who was seated comfortably on the side of your desk. She was staring back at you, chomping on a grilled-cheese sandwich for lunch, eyes innocently waiting for your reply. By the deadpan expression you made, you thought it was clear that your answer was no. It was the middle of the week and you still had classes scheduled for tomorrow. Besides, what good could possibly come out of going somewhere that late anyway?

“So?” She sparked, the food in her mouth somewhat muffling her words as you returned your gaze back towards your laptop screen to continue typing away at a long essay due in two days.

Maybe postponing an important paper to binge-watch another show was not the right move to make, you thought.

“Sasha, as much as I want to consider going, this shit paper is stopping me and I’d probably be curled up in bed by then.” You grumble by the end, almost seeming mad at her when really, you wanted to smash your head against your laptop. You hear her chuckle as she jumps down from your desk, finishing the sandwich and dusting off the crumbs that fell onto her lap. Your eyes now follow her figure as she gets tissues to clean her mouth.

“But, you’re always curled up in bed and it’s like unhealthy at this point. You moved here two months ago and considering how small this place is, it’s sad that you know like two people.”

Well, if it was up to you, you would’ve been enrolled in a university somewhere in Stohess City. It made sense, you grew up there, all your family and your small amount of friends are located there and you were head over heels excited about being a part of its college culture. But, even after being accepted into several schools, your parents adamantly pushed you to take up the offer here at Shiganshina solely because they themselves were alumni. It was at least a two-hour drive from your house, passing by a small forest patch to reach the small closed town. It looked close to the suburban areas in Stohess, with tall trees replacing the countless skyscrapers. And since Shiganshina’s University did offer the course you wanted, you submitted to your parents’ wish and accepted the offer, albeit bitterly.

Now, two months in and you were thankful that your roommate turned out to be a total sweetheart. She introduced you to her best friend Connie and you three hit it off great, your personalities complementing each other in the best ways. People from your classes were extremely dull anyway and you never really bothered to approach them in the fear of simply wasting saliva, so you just stuck with Sahsa and Connie. Besides, their excessive outbursts of rowdiness were enough to keep you going.

“Do you remember the guy friend I mentioned? Jean?” She turned to look at you as you stopped typing to try and remember the name. You were sure that she brought the name up in a conversation at least once in a while, but you still had no successful recollection of the guy or who he was besides being your roommate’s other long-time friend. You remained silent before she continued to pace towards you, leaning against your table before continuing, not minding your silence.

“So every month or so, he — and please keep this a secret, he’d kill me if word reaches the faculty— and some other guys go to a closed road in the middle of nowhere to race. There’s a crowd watching and betting on the cars too. He’s like one of the really good racers there,”

“Isn’t this sort of thing illegal? Not to mention expensive?” You cut her off, curious about how some college kids can participate in stuff like this, not to mention freshmen.

“Yeah, that’s why he’d kill me if I was the reason word got out. Expenses aren’t that big of a problem though, the place is owned by one of our close friends, and the other stuff usually just works themselves out.” Sasha nodded meekly as she started playing with the hem of her shirt.

You listen intently with your eyes still glued to the laptop, the topic catching your attention as you didn’t even know that illegal racing can go on in a small place like this. It may sound dumb, but a college in a very small town that your parents pushed you to move to, and they have gatherings like these? You ironically smile at the thought of several junkies with nice cars getting off on adrenaline, it reminded you of someone who’d be interested in these types of events.

“Since Connie, you, and I are practically inseparable now, I thought that I could invite you to watch the race. Plus, it’s finally time to meet the guy and,” Sasha paused, holding you boy your shoulders as her brown eyes stare into yours.

“Let loose once in a while. I don’t want you cooped up in this room with me and Connie as your only friends here. All you do is homework and watch shows, you’re missing out.”

She was right. You were all excited about college parties and a sense of freedom being far away from close family, but all you did since you got here was be cooped up in your room. You think it over, weighing the pros and cons. Attending some illegal racing ring in the middle of nowhere does sound fun, albeit scary. You do trust Sasha and Connie enough that you know they wouldn’t do anything to hurt you. This could also be an opportunity to finally meet new friends, like Jean. You thought of simply cramming your work before heading off and delaying some of it by a day or two. It could work, and you were very tempted to say yes.

Sighing in defeat, you look up at her with a small smile on your face.

“So what should I wear?” Sasha beamed a bright smile at you while her grip on your shoulders tightened. She then excitedly rummaged through her contacts to text Connie that you were going to come along.

“Definitely something that’s not plaid red pajamas and a worn-out t-shirt.” She offered to help you pick out an outfit later evening which you were also excited about. You’ve seen your fair share of Sasha’s outfits when she went to frat house parties. The range of colors in the dresses she wore and how she presented herself almost flawlessly every time. To have her helping you dress was godsent.

“Oh, I have a few errands to run, Jean said that he’ll pick all three of us up later. I’ll be back before then so don’t miss me too much!” Sasha pushed herself off of your table, walking towards the exit of your small room before hugging you goodbye.

“You know I will.” You waved her off, hearing the lock shut to your apartment before you put your focus back on your laptop screen. Now expecting to go somewhere tonight, looking at the white sheets of paper with blocks of gibberish felt drearier than earlier. So, like always, you turn to social media instead.

You thought of gauging this Jean guy. You didn’t know what he looked like or what his vibe was, so you set on a small mission to find out. You turned on some music and stuck to your resources, stalking Connie and Sasha’s Instagram to find the one you’ll meet tonight.

Anxiously scanning through your laptop screen, you searched through several photos and names on your timeline, hoping that you won’t meet some psycho that just happens to be friends with your friends. Then, you finally spot an image Sasha posted about a year ago on her Instagram. It was her, Connie with who you presume is Jean, based on the name tagged under the man. He had a strawberry blonde mullet adorning his head, complimenting his light brown eyes. A stubble lined his jaw, with a drunk smile appearing on his face as he hugged Sasha and Connie tightly on both sides. All three of them wore a group Halloween outfit, Connie on his right wearing a ketchup costume, Sasha on his left wearing a mustard costume, and him wearing a hotdog suit. You couldn’t help but smile along with them. Despite being clearly drunk, Jean’s stature piqued your interest. He was a very attractive man, and you would be lying if you said that this didn’t up your already existing excitement.

You click on his Instagram account to scroll through more photos of him. Aside from being attractive, he was rather inactive on social media since he only had two photos on his wall. The first one was uploaded a month ago; he was with his friends in what appears to be a lakehouse. He appeared to be sitting on the side of the pool beside a boy with brown hair and freckles, laughing at something. Beside them was a guy in the pool, facing away from the camera as the only thing you could see was the flex of his back muscles as he leveraged himself by the pool along with a damp loose bun that adorned his head.

You felt indifferent and didn’t pay much attention, scrolling through the next photo to see that he’d just taken a picture of his dog. A cute Siberian husky with a red collar on a walk in the nearby park.

You were unsure if this did actually calm your nerves. But instead of dwelling on it, you begrudgingly open your paper and started typing away with newfound motivation to finish it. At least you got an idea of what he was like.

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Time flew by as you sat on your desk, on a streak of completely forced productivity as the words flew right out of your brain and into the screen. You bring your nth cup of coffee to your mouth before going back to busying away in front of a bright screen.

You yawned, stretching your arms and legs before checking the time on the upper right of your screen; 8:00 pm, dinner time. You walk outside your room and into the small dining and kitchen area, opening the cabinets above the mini stove to sort through the packets of instant noodles. You settle on a box of mac and cheese, pulling it out of the cabinet before preparing the water to boil it in. You pace around the small apartment-like complex, music still playing through your laptop speakers as you prepare the small dinner. Sasha was still nowhere to be found and you were desperately waiting for her to show up anytime now.

You get the bowl of mac and cheese, sitting down on one of the dining chairs before opening your phone to text Sasha. But just on cue, you hear the sound of the doorknob and the door opening to reveal the woman herself. You smile at her, scarfing down a spoonful of mac and cheese as she closes the door behind her.

“So,” She sits down opposite you, on the only other chair with her fingers interlocked with each other as she rests her elbows on the table. An overfamiliar smile on her face while she examines you chewing on the mac and cheese.

“So..?” You ask with a mouthful of food, waiting for her to respond. She laughs, pressing her forearms flat on the table before she continued.

“Jean’s very happy that you’re coming.” She looked down, avoiding eye contact as you can still feel the smile plastered on her face. You stop chewing for a moment before chuckling. You can only imagine what image of you she and Connie fed the poor man, either way, there was still a small chance that they did describe you seriously, and you desperately hoped that they did. Jean was someone who looked to be your type and you didn’t want to miss the opportunity to at least spend a night with him.

“Yeah? Well likewise. You didn’t tell me he was gorgeous, Sash.” You finish up the last of the mac and cheese inside the bowl before standing up to head towards the sink.

Sasha looked up before standing up to trail behind you. She scoffed, sure a lot of people came up to Jean and it was easy for him to get a casual hookup if he wanted to, but she sometimes found it obnoxious to simply define her friend by that, like how the rest of the school does. But, you didn’t know him and she knows that you probably did a little bit of stalking to know what he looks like, so she didn’t hold it against you. She and Connie really didn’t insert themselves into that part of his life but,

“Jean has always just been, Jean. But if you find him hot then we have to up your wardrobe game for tonight.” Sasha half-joked, settling herself beside you to look through the snack cabinet. You started washing the dishes you used, looking at your roommate before laughing along with her. You agreed to the proposal as you finished washing the bowl and fork, whisking your hands toward the sink to get rid of the extra water on them before excusing yourself to take a quick shower.

You grabbed the towel from your room, Sasha trailing behind you with a half-empty bag of chips in her hand.

‘Why are you following me?” You look at her, hooking the towel on your arm while you both stood still. Sasha looked deep in thought, looking up and down your figure while crunching on the yellow chips every second or two. Confused, you follow the trail of her eyes, looking at your worn-out indoor clothes.

“Can I rummage through your clothes while you take a shower? I’ll put everything back after.” Her voice was slightly muffled with food in her mouth when she asked you. You look back up and nodded slowly, mouth slightly agape as you walked towards the bathroom. You already allowed her to help you find an outfit, you just assumed that it was a given. Sasha smiled at the confirmation, putting the chip bag aside before washing her hands to help you look for an outfit. The music from the room got louder with Sasha singing along to some of the lyrics as you closed the bathroom door and showered.

Opening some of the cabinets, Sasha looked through your heap of clothes, taking some eye-catching pieces out before throwing them onto your bed. With the variety of clothes you brought with you, she found it easy to throw something cute together. You already had impeccable style, so it would be easy to pull off whatever she planned to layout for you.

Feeling accomplished, she looked at the small heap of garments laying on your bed, laying them all flat beside each other to assess what she had to work with. A mix of mostly dark hues with small splashes of color in between. Truth be told, her brain already settled on a dress she didn’t know you owned. So, she lightly considered the others, comparing them to the one she thought would be best. Sasha grabbed a few accessories from her own drawer, laying them out like how you’d wear them. In the end, she settled on the dress, thinking about how she (along with some others) would absolutely drool at the sight of you in it. She smiled to herself, putting the other garments back neatly before closing your cabinet and seating herself at the edge of your bed to scroll at her phone.

You turn the shower off, grab your towel, and dry yourself off before stepping outside. Throughout the shower, you were honestly looking forward to whatever Sasha would choose. You tried your best to pack most of your clothes when you moved here, and you hoped that it was enough to lift the weight of getting something fit for tonight. Sasha always dressed well when necessary, so with full trust in her, you open the door to your room to spot her on your bed with a dress beside her.

Shit.  She had a huge smile on her face, gauging your reaction as you stepped closer to the bed.

It should’ve been anything but this really.

“Do you like it?” You reached towards the fabric, not looking towards the girl’s face while you thought back to when you got the dress about a year ago. It was absolutely stunning, it always looked brand new when you looked at it collecting dust in your closet.

A short dark purple slim fitted dress with a deep v line, if you could call it that. The v was curved inwards and extended, its fabric joining below your tits before separating again to form a small triangle on your stomach. It almost resembled a butterfly on your torso when you tried it on, and you were absolutely stunning. Of course, you didn’t wear it outside of your bedroom after that one try-on, no matter how good it looked. You laughed at how petty the reason was. Just because you hated the guy who bought you the dress, doesn’t mean you wouldn’t wear it.

You smiled, finally looking directly at Sasha before nodding. After about a year, you decided that it was time the dress saw the moonlight, and it was time people saw you in it. Her face lit up when you confirmed that you liked it.

“I knew you’d like it! I’m sure Jean would too..” She nudged your arm, a smirk plastered on her face as you rolled your eyes. All I said was that he was hot.

“I also laid out some accessories here that’ll fit the dress. Jean and Connie will be here in about an hour so I’ll go and prepare myself.” She was filled with energy, strutting happily towards your room’s exit towards her own, closing the door behind her.

You stripped the towel off, readying yourself. You haven’t really changed in the past year, so the dress fit perfectly fine, still hugging your form perfectly. Choosing to put off looking at yourself in the full-sized mirror in the corner of your room, you instead focus on your hair and makeup with the smaller one on your table, and from what you saw, you were already excited with the outcome.

With every stroke of your makeup brush and with your eyes and lips did, you examine yourself, feeling content before you work on your hair.

Letting the music flow with your senses, you almost weren’t anxious to meet a bunch of strangers later. You simply hummed along with the lyrics as you add finishing touches, picking up the accessories that Sasha laid out for you before putting them on.

You look at your image in the small mirror one last time. Earrings and a small sliver butterfly necklace along with a full face of makeup and hair done to your liking. You smiled at the image so far, feeling proud of the work you did as well as Sasha’s choice for jewelry.

Now, you finally stand up, walking towards the shoe rack to pick out a pair of short black heels to complete the look. You shuffle through your pairs of shoes, finally finding what you were looking for before you pick them up to wear.

With the heels now on, the final piece was now in place and you walked towards the mirror, purposely slowing every step before turning to face it.

“Hey, Y/n are you done? Hurry up I wanna see— Wow.”

Yeah. My thoughts exactly.

It was exactly like the first time you wore it, except this time you were finally going outside in it. You were absolutely stunning, it felt wrong to look this good, but you did. You shifted from side to side, looking at yourself from any angle you can in adoration. Sasha was right behind you, dressed in a simple black slip dress with her hair half up, different from her usual ponytail. You smile, letting out a small chuckle before turning towards your roommate who was smiling at you too.

“Holy shit, you look exactly how I’d imagine. Hotter even.” Your cheeks heat up at her words, the smile on your face getting bigger as she hugged you tightly for a second.

“I could say the same to you. I’ve never seen you with your hair like that. You know we could always just ditch the event and just stay here…” You nudged her arm, smirking at the brunette who smacked your arm with her other hand. She let out a laugh, shaking her head at the statement.

An idea then popped into her head; “Oh! Let’s take some pics, we can’t go out without at least documenting how sexy you are in that dress.”

You nodded, looking back directly towards the mirror as Sasha took out her phone, opening the camera. She held onto you with a side hug, smiling like you normally do as she took a couple of pictures. She also instructed you to do some poses, both of you complimenting each other in the photos. You were having fun, completely comfortable with Sasha as you jokingly exaggerate some poses with her matching your energy until a message popped up on her phone.

Jean-boy: I’m omw there, just at Con’s to pick his ass up

Sasha replies a short okay before you turn to face the other direction, getting a purse with your important belongings inside your room as well as a jacket to cover up for later. What you didn’t see was your roommate sending a short attachment to Jean, one of the best pictures you took at the moment of you and Sasha.

Sasha: we’re rooting for you to actually win this time. don’t let Jeager win every time, it’s getting boring. i hope y/n will finally be your lucky charm ;))

“I’m almost ready asshole, just shut up and wait!” Connie screamed through the apartment door. He was sure taking his sweet time getting ready, not even allowing Jean in the apartment as he paced around quickly putting something together.

“Jackass, you knew it was tonight why’d you sleep in.” Jean was getting impatient, yelling at Connie through his door while constantly knocking on it. He can hear Connie’s clearly rushed movements as he bumped through the furniture inside, rolling his eyes before leaning on the wall beside the door to text Sasha.

He was excited to meet you. From what he heard from Connie and Sasha you were someone he’d get along with well. The sound of your personality, along with some of the inside jokes you managed to create with the two idiots caught his attention. He wanted to be a part of them too. Yes, Connie and Sasha did you justice in his eyes and they did describe you seriously. They did hold off on how you look though, in the months leading up to the event, all he heard was casual name drops and several jokes.

Waiting for Sasha’s reply to his text, he found it weird that they haven’t seen you around the relatively smaller campus. It wasn’t small, for sure, but comparing it to those in the city, it was odd that only Connie and Sasha were the ones seeing you.

A ding from his phone distracted him from his thoughts as he looked at the attachment sent.

Well shit, hope aside I’ll win this for her.

You looked breathtaking. This was his first time actually seeing the famous Y/n and now, it feels like the wait was worth it. He smiled at the picture as he shifted his posture, clicking on it and zooming in on your figure instead of Sasha’s. The two failed to mention how attractive you were. The dress was accentuating your curves perfectly and it was enough to provoke him. Now even more excited, he knocked on Connie’s door once again, bugging him to go faster.

He then looked back on the text Sasha sent, clicking his tongue at the mention of Eren.

Not my fault the guy’s so good at this shit.

But, somehow, he kept the hope that maybe, he’ll actually win. It’s close to impossible but, who knows? He wouldn’t want to embarrass himself in front of you, getting a measly second-place award that, truthfully, is already his before the race even starts. He still held his head high, tapping his foot on the carpet as the sound of Connie shuffling inside his apartment became background noise, heeding no sign of coming out within the next few minutes.

So, Jean was left toying with his phone, shuffling it around and making it spin in his hand. He then thought of the little pre-game banter that he and Eren share. It was practically tradition to somehow rile each other up before the race to motivate each other more. And here, in his phone, was a picture of you.

Eren was, albeit saddening to admit about one of his friends, a major playboy. (So was Jean but maybe less). Known for his somewhat boyish charm, he could make anyone fall for him. But seeing the same faces at every party, every social gathering, and every class was tiring, and since you were pretty new, there was a chance that he hadn't seen you around. Absolutely more stunning than most of the girls in the university, he was happy to be meeting you later, and being one step ahead of Eren and already thinking about asking you out, Jean decided to send the picture.

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Jean-boy: winning it tonight for my audience <3. 1 Attachment sent.

Pfft okay.

Eren was in the middle of walking toward his car when a message from Jean popped up. He mentally scoffed, slightly smiling to himself as he stopped by his car door to open the message. He leaned against the black vehicle, its keys in one hand as he brought the phone to his face to unlock it. Expecting the usual half-assed insult before a race, he already thought of a comeback from the text in the notification alone;

‘What? Gonna disappoint your two friends again?’

On second thought, maybe he was gonna win it for some girl. One different from who he had been the last time they talked, or different from the last one he took to see his race. The second-place label was practically already replaced with the name ‘Jean Kirischtein’ like the first-place label had ‘Eren Jeager’ on it. He wouldn’t be surprised if the girl, to who he promised to win the race, lost interest after that night.

Fucking load.

Eren clicked his tongue and was now tapping furiously at the screen, the picture still refusing to load as he angrily breathed out. With the furious tapping, he accidentally zoomed into the picture that finally decided to load. And with the way it loaded, his screen was zoomed into your figure, cut off by your neck.

Truth be told, it was the last thing he’d expect to see come from Jean. He hadn’t seen that dress in a year. The all too familiar shade of purple that adorned the all too familiar figure was enough to stop his breathing for a minute or so. He slowly zoomed out, getting a good look at the full picture.

So it was you.

He couldn’t take his eyes off the screen, completely disregarding Sasha beside you like everything in his vision blurs, simply focusing on you. The smile plastered on your face in the photo seemed to have infected his as well as he leans on his car without any thought. You looked happy, which in turn made him happy. Although he never would have thought that you kept the dress he gave you after the stunt he pulled. Eren thought that after trying it on once, even if it fits you perfectly, you’d somehow throw it away because you hated him. Thankfully you didn’t, because God knows that his mind wouldn’t be at peace until he saw you in it.

It took a second for it to register to him that you were supposedly Jean’s ‘audience’. Out of all the people there tonight, it just had to be his. The previous comeback he thought about was now thrown out of the window because, unexpectedly, you now came back into his picture. It wasn’t out of the ordinary for the two to fight over the women they cross paths with. The place was small, so the people they’ve slept with overlapped more than they’d like to admit, and with that comes a fight from time to time.

Not bothering to even reply, he unlocked his car and stepped inside before removing the cap on his head. On any other night, it would’ve been another race that he’d almost automatically win. It was getting boring, he thought. But the nights pay good, people practically throwing him cash just for the thrill of placing a bet, so he continued attending. Besides, he had to watch over the place anyway in case someone tried to ruin something his family maintained over the years.

Eren turned the key into ignition and stepped on the gas, making his way to the track mildly far from his house. He turned on some music, lightly bobbing his head along to the rhythm as he looked towards the almost empty streets. On the drive there he thought a lot about you, scoffing to himself because it reminded him of the first few months he moved here. Apparently, his small (huge) crush on you still lingered in the back of his mind.

He turned the same corners and drove at a relatively average pace to the hidden track. It was still pretty early when he came close to the spot, so he stopped at a nearby gas station to grab a fresh pack of cigarettes and a slushie. It was almost routine for him to do this, a bright blue slushie dying his tongue as he inhaled the fresh nicotine from a new pack while he leaned on the walls of the store to look up at the bright stars that adorned the sky.

It was quiet for the most part, the sound of a car or two driving by, along with the sound of the cash register dinging a few times were the only things he heard. Eren treasured quiet moments like these because it was one of the only things he liked about this place. Sure, he made new friends that he wouldn’t trade for the world, but as much as he didn’t like to admit it, your image pops up in his head in the chance that there was an empty seat on the bench he sits at. You pop up in the wee hours of the night when he’s trying to sleep and he thinks about the things that happened in the past. He had his regrets and his wrongdoings, a lot of them, but his biggest one was what he did to you. And now you were here, close to meeting him again and he didn’t know what to expect.

He didn’t know anything. If you’d even look him in the eye again if you’d get physically repulsed by him, if you’d curse him out and tell him to go fuck himself, or if you’d miraculously smile at him like you used to and at least give him the chance to explain. He didn’t know anything but one thing— he misses you, and with that, he will try everything just to talk to you.

Suddenly, the sound of a car engine pulling up to the store snapped him away from his thoughts as the muffled sound of music came with them. He looked towards the vehicle, immediately noting its familiarity before lowering the brim of his cap to limit his face from being seen.

The famous red sports car with bright yellow headlights stopped to park near the entrance of the store. With the slushie cup in one hand, and a half-finished cigarette in the other, he glanced at the car with its left back door opening, letting the loud music flow out as a person his age stepped out.

“I’ll get a slushie with Sasha’s chips. Y/n you coming?” Connie’s voice rang through Eren’s ears as another door on the front right opened.

It looks like he’ll be seeing you sooner than expected. You stepped out of the vehicle wearing the jacket you brought with you, stretching your legs out before trailing behind Connie. He was standing on a pillar near the entrance of the store, keeping the same stance with his cap brim covering half of his face. Yours and Connie's figures came closer to his when Connie opened the door for both of you.

He had a significant chance of not being recognized, from the way he stood and dressed in a fitted black t-shirt and loose black pants in blend with the dark of night to the mere fact that the last time you saw him his hair wasn’t this long nor was he a solid six feet. He also didn’t have a tattoo on the length of his right arm; an insect resembling a centipede wrapping around it. Connie didn’t pay attention to his surroundings most of the time anyway, which upped the chance of him simply blending in with the background.

You wrapped your torso in the jacket and walked towards the countless aisles, looking for what seemed to be a small chocolate bar. You looked way better than what he saw in the picture Jean forwarded him. In the middle of the gas station store aisles, illuminated by the bright LED lights while examining the row of various chocolate, stood the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen, almost as if you were an angel amongst men.

Eren slurped up the last of his blue slushie before deciding to take his leave, not lingering long enough for you to take notice of the guy who just stood there like some sort of stalker. He was to make his entrance at the track itself, he didn’t exactly know what to say or do yet for you to hopefully forgive him. He stomped on the cigarette butt and threw the empty cup in the nearby trashcan before walking towards his car, spinning his car keys by the ring around his index finger.

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“Connie, it’s fine I have my own money.” You grab a bill from your purse, trying to convince him that you can pay for your bar of chocolate and water alone. He actively refused, not paying mind to you as he reached into his back pocket to give the cashier person his own money and paid for all of the food laid out on the counter of the store. Heavily sighing, you take the chocolate and water from the counter as the other stuff got bagged by the guy behind the counter.

“So what do you think of Jean so far? you both seem to be getting along well.” Connie asked, looking at you before absentmindedly leaning on the counter, copying your current stance.

From the moment you stepped out of the apartment building and locked eyes with him, you first took note of how his eyes were utterly compelling. The brown shade of his irises along with the slightly intense stare they hold onto your frame made you expectedly nervous. Confidently, you can say that he looked way better in person, and sober. Second, the way he dressed— a dark green denim jacket over a fitted white shirt with dark brown, almost black cargo pants. He was leaning against his red car when you stepped outside, hands in both of his pockets. He softly smiled at you, standing completely straight as you and Sasha got closer. She introduced you two, creating small talk amongst yourselves before Connie impatiently interrupted from the back seat which earned a laugh from all three of you.

You then took note of the way he opened the door for you, the front seat. He immediately informed you that Connie and Sasha almost own the back seat so you were to sit shotgun nevertheless. Of course. So far, he was a gentleman, taking note of everyone’s safety as he told everyone to wear a seatbelt. You got comfortable pretty fast as he joked around with the two on the back, looking at you from time to time as you laughed along with their jokes. You four were definitely on the same wavelength, especially when it comes to humor, and you can quickly tell that, if you weren’t going to date him, Jean and you would soon be really great friends.

You were enjoying the drive there, buildings and houses slowly becoming smaller and more spaced out as the music blasted and the conversation kept flowing effortlessly. You slow down at a gas station as per Sasha’s request.

“Connie, get me some chips along with an iced tea. You know which ones I like.” Sahsa nudged the man beside her as she handed her a bill to pay.

“Can you also get me a soda and a ham and cheese sandwich? I’ll pay you back.” Jean looked towards the backseat, unlocking the doors of the car.

They were quick to inform Connie about their orders, too lazy to get up and walk in by themselves as Jean parked by the entrance of the store. Without any choice, Connie rolled his eyes and opened the door, inviting you to come along with him. Of course, you wanted to stretch your legs so you agreed before running up behind him.

“He’s a cool guy. I like hanging out with you and Sasha, so I automatically assumed that I’d like him too. Of course, I don’t really know the guy yet but so far, he’s great. I do hope he wins tonight since he’s like the only guy I know participating”, you replied as the cashier hands him the plastic bag. Connie indeed in agreement before you both head out of the store. He slightly smiled at the sentiment of you two getting along, he can now see you hanging out with the rest of them in the near future.

“With you here, he might have enough in him to actually win.” He joked before opening the car door, sitting down as the plastic bag got passed around. You looked at the clock display on the dashboard, stating that it was almost 11 pm before nudging the guy beside you.

“Good luck with that race, I’ll be rooting for you. I even brought money to bet.” You smiled, winking at Jean almost jokingly while he was biting down on the ham and cheese sandwich. He looked at you, eyebrows raised as Connie and Sasha cackled in the back seat, agreeing with you. A tinge of red showed up on Jean as he slowly chewed the food in his mouth.

“As much as I’m interested in the money, which I am….” He paused, putting the sandwich down as he gulped down the rest in his mouth.

“When I win tonight, You’ll go on a date with me this weekend.” He smiled, quieting the two in the back as you simply stared at the man. He wasn’t asking, this was final. You know you’d say yes anyway and this deal only added to your excitement. So, you broke eye contact to look towards the only other car in the gas station driving away.

“We’ll see.”

---

“Alright, we’re here.”

It really was in the middle of nowhere. There weren’t any houses nearby anymore, only the casual store here and there. The track itself was enclosed in a gate, with heaps of trees surrounding it to keep it hidden.

Tonight, the gates were open wide and you were immediately greeted by a swarm of people. Most looked to be the same age as you, others looked to be college seniors, and some looked to be full-on adults, which, fairly creeped you out. It was far from a formal race track sure, but the lights that lined the cemented road, along with a few other lamps of different colors made it look well grounded. It definitely looked well kept, the place was clean aside from the few pieces of trash people left here and there. It was already pretty lively as most take note of Jean’s car now entering the place. They were now cheering, an evident smile on the driver’s face as a mix of almost muffled voices rang through his ears.

“I’ll bet on you tonight pretty boy!”

“Jean-boy’s finally here!”

“You better win with the new improvements to the car, Kirischtein!”

“I love you, Jean!”

“Beat Jaeger's ass tonight! Something tells me that you’ll finally do it.”

Wait. Jaeger?

You look towards where the last cheer came from as a short blonde came into view, standing beside a taller brunette with freckles who had the shorter one in a side hug. Surely they can’t be talking about the Jeager in your mind right now. You furrowed your brows, refocusing on the road in front of you. You desperately hoped that it was a different person. Jeager is a common last name, right? It’s just a messed-up coincidence, right? As if somehow, if you did know a Jeager or two, Eren’s older brother doesn’t actually do this shit, does he? You had your suspicions about him but the last time you saw the guy he left to work in some foreign country, that was years ago. Nevertheless, you hoped for it to be one huge coincidence.

“Jaeger?” You sparked, hoping for an answer from one of the people in the car.

“Yeah his name is Eren, you’re gonna meet him soon. Pretty cool guy too, you’ll get along.” Connie patted you in the back, squeezing himself in the middle of the two front seats.

Right.

What could God have against you to bring you face to face with those teal green eyes again? You lowered your head, now avoiding contact with anyone outside beside the sound of their voices as Jean made his way onto the starting point. A few other cheers came along as the car slowed, the sound of the brakes making you straighten your head to face directly in front of you.

And now you accepted it, any minute now as you step out of the vehicle you were gonna come in contact with him. After a year of repressing your waves upon waves of mixed emotions towards the boy, you were now forced to look at him again. If God somehow allows you to have your way, your contact would be limited to a simple glance and nothing more, hoping that he simply forgot about you now. But, with the dark purple dress, Eren himself gave to you, along with the fact that you almost looked the same as the last time you met, your chances of having your way would be low.

Connie and Sasha stepped out of the car with you, now hearing the full capacity of the crowds’ cheers for their favorite racer. Instinctively you look around as some people started to form small circles around racers to initiate a conversation, Jean being one of them. Snapping you out of your mini trance, Sasha dragged your arm, signaling you to follow her and Connie.

“C’mon, let’s go place our bets.” You walk towards a small booth on the side of the road run by two people with a small crowd lining up in front of them. A dirty blonde-haired girl leaned on the counter as she tended to the crowd. She had striking green eyes that showed a hint of sass to whoever she was talking to. Beside her was a man sitting down with his head down. He had black hair and a very, interesting, bowl-cut. You rush to the front of the line, disregarding the bunch of people who looked at the three of you with knitted eyebrows and pure annoyance.

“Hey, Hitch! Hello Marlowe!” Sasha announced, waving happily to the two to catch their attention. From the shift of her eyes in greeting the two, you assumed who’s who.

The familiar blonde, who you assume is Hitch, looked in the direction of Sasha’s voice with a smile on her face. She left her place, excitedly strutting towards you three to engulf everyone in a warm hug. Of course, being the new girl, she eyed you with slight unfamiliarity as she let go of you.

“Hey, I was wondering where you guys are. You finally arrived, with…” She trailed, waiting for your introduction as stared right back at her alluring green eyes. You snap out of the small trance, stating your name before smiling. Hitch’s smile grew wider as she nodded.

“I think you’re in my History course with Mr. Smith, I’m pretty sure I’ve heard your name there.” She perked, her right hand softly coming in contact with your shoulder as an immediate sign of wanting to become closer.

“Oh my, yes! That’s where I know you from.” You match her smile, the familiarity finally clicking as a person in one of your classes finally piqued your interest.

“Marlowe! Sasha, Connie, and Y/n are here.” Hitch announced to the man still behind the counter as he raised his head. He looked at the three of you, softly smiling as he offered a small wave. Marlowe walked towards your small group, exchanging introductions as you, Connie, and Sasha placed bets not more than what you agreed upon (and what you can actually afford to spend) on the name Jean Kirischtein.

“You sure you wanna go with Jean? I know it’s your first time so maybe you should go with a safer option since I don’t want you to lose your money.” Concern rang in the blonde’s voice as you hand her the wad of cash. Safe option? As much as you wanted to take it you were loyal to betting on your future date.

Before she could continue, you simply insisted to bet on Jean and refused to listen to whatever or whoever this ‘safe option’ is. Hitch simply laughed it off, stating an ‘okay’ before turning back to the initial line along with Marlowe as the line grew longer by the minute. This left you, Sasha, and Connie to go back to the starting line to wait for the signal to start the race. You looked around as you three walked, the moon along with the stars shined way brighter here than they did in the city. The air was tolerably cold, but it felt clearer than what you were used to. You removed the jacket, hooking it over your forearm as you reached the starting line.

The row of expensive-looking cars lining the white line painted on the now full track caught your attention as the racers were all stationed beside their vehicle. Your eyes drift from person to person, their car model and color matching with some made-up personality you created in your head as you examine their faces along with their stature. Then, your eyes finally reach the familiar strawberry blonde mullet, facing away from you as he talks it up with two girls that came up to him. His car was second to the one in the middle, the one out of the two cars without its owner standing beside it. The other vehicle without its owner was a dark shade of blue, elegant and classy. You were confused as to why they’d left it unattended with a solid 3 minutes until the start of the race. Then again, the night, along with the dark tint of the windows made it unclear if they were already inside, to begin with. You looked around the place as Sasha and Connie talked amongst themselves in search of the mysterious racer that owns the black car in the middle, not paying mind to the others.

“Well, if it isn’t the one and only.” A deep voice emerged from behind you which made you jolt. Even though he hadn’t come into view yet, you were sure that a playful smile was plastered on his face from seeing your figure.

So there he was.

You slumped, sighing heavily before turning around to meet the man’s gaze to give him some sort of acknowledgment. You squint your eyes, focusing on the shady figure behind you that was leaning on one of the lamp posts, a cigarette in his hand as he stared directly at you with a smirk on his face.

He looked very different from the last time you saw him.

Eren pushed himself off of the lamp post, moving towards you as you continued to examine him. He had a grey cap on his head, the brim slightly raised as you’re met with his now long brown hair tied up in a loose bun with a few stray hairs framing his face. He wore a black fitted shirt, hugging his perfect form nicely. The black pants he wore were loose, almost running past the soles of his shoes to meet the ground. His eyes however held the same intensity as they always did, the piercing turquoise color ever so prominent.

You also noticed the tattoo on his right arm now that he was a foot away from you, a centipede?

Your eyes linger on his arm, eyebrows still knitted together as you follow the insect’s body, the ink wrapping around his muscular arm. He chuckled at your fascination, bringing said arm closer to you and twisting it around before your eyes snap back to meet his bright turquoise ones.

“What are you doing here?” He asked as he cocked his head to the side, genuinely curious as to how you ended up in this small town, how you ended up face to face with him here out of all places. All of the things he thought of telling you first on the drive here went out the window the moment you turned around. Eren tried his best to keep his cool and remind himself that you wouldn't really like it if he just straight up hugged you right now as he didn’t trust his own words.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” You sighed, replying coldly before turning your body sideways to show your disinterest in him. The air grew colder as the seconds passed, you wanted to put on your jacket again, yet you decided against it. You weren’t in the mood to talk to him, ever. So, in the hopes of him leaving you alone, you wanted to be as cold as possible.

He let out a small chuckle, finishing up the cigarette in his hand before he threw it to the ground and stomped on it. Your eyes focused on the cigarette butt, flattened on the ground as Eren spoke up.

“I missed you too Y/n, I’m so happy you’re here right now. You look absolutely amazing, kudos to whoever gave you that dress.” He joked, running his eyes up and down your figure.

Without any thought, your eyes traveled to his face. You were met with a genuine expression, a small smile as his eyes never left your own. You’ve seen that face almost a million times throughout your childhood, an innocent smile that, without fail, made your expression soften.

You didn’t wanna break the facade you put up by simply melting right in front of his eyes, so you stood your ground and fully turned your back against him. You mentally brought up how he hurt you in the past, leaving you alone to talk with yourself even before he moved away unannounced. He was, is, an asshole and a boyish smile weren’t going to change how you feel towards him at the moment. You weren’t having any of it, simply choosing to leave him hanging there as he did to you.

“You know Sasha and Connie?” He asked, hoping that you’ll at least nod to the sentiment, getting the fact that you wouldn’t want to talk to him.

The two beside you were engrossed in their own loud conversation that they didn’t bother to look at Eren and you, which you were thankful for. Silence met his question as you crossed your arms, staring directly at Jean who was finishing up his conversation with the two girls from earlier. The strawberry blonde man then turned in your direction before he noticed you mindlessly staring at him.

Jean raised his hand, smiling and waving toward you as you mirrored his actions before he noticed the man behind you. It was clear you were trying to avoid him, but with the way Eren snapped his eyes to look at him, he knew it was best not to interfere with what you two have going on.

Oh. You noticed Jean’s slight change in demeanor as he opened his car door, and you knew exactly why.

“What do you have going on with horse face?” Eren’s voice grew stern, his smile dropping with his gaze focusing on you.

Horseface?

You cocked your head to the side, still leaving him in silence while you tap your foot on the ground. When the fuck is this race gonna start.

“So you’re just gonna ignore me until I leave you alone huh? C’mon at least give me a chance here.” Eren laughed sarcastically as you stopped tapping your foot.

Yeah. That’s the plan jackass.

“You know that’s not gonna work.” You hear shuffling from behind you which made you curious as to what he’s doing to snag your attention. You were trying so hard to stay still and just wait for the race to start and end so you can just go back to your apartment. You didn’t want to waste that $150 if you weren’t going to watch so you’ll stick it through. That’s until he appeared in your field of vision, standing beside you as he looked towards the row of cars. You remained silent as he continued, a somewhat dangerous idea intruding his mind.

All for the thrill of it. It was getting boring anyway.

“Seriously? Nothing?” He shifted his gaze towards you before stepping to face you entirely. Eren now towered over you, the space between you lessened as his face grew darker with a more sinister smile.

Oh my God, what now?

“See my car over there,” he paused, pointing towards the black car in the center that didn’t have its owner beside it. You follow the direction of his finger, clicking your tongue in annoyance. Of course, he was the one who owned it.

“I’ll win tonight, easily. But,” His gaze into your eyes deepened as he took something out of his pants’ back pocket. You broke the small staring contest to meet the dark cloth in his hands, his handkerchief.

“What-”

An announcement made through a megaphone held by another blonde with an undercut broke the intensity between you and Eren:

“All participating racers to their cars, the race will start in a minute.”

You hear Eren laugh somewhat bitterly again, now holding up his handkerchief to your face. “Since you’re being childish, I get to be childish too. I’ll blindfold myself, win the race, then we’ll go back to my place and talk things through.”

The fuck?

He didn’t give you the opportunity to butt in as he paced towards his car in the middle. You were completely caught off guard as people started to crowd beside you, wanting a great view of the start before they drive off. Their cheers were loud as the last remaining racers entered their cars. Sasha and Connie took notice of Eren coming from your direction, albeit pretty late, but when they were about to ask what happened, you sprinted towards the middle of the road to catch up to him.

Eren was ever the almost suicidal adrenaline junkie you knew. Out of everything that changed in the past year, he still managed to keep that part of him in check. A little more poking would’ve done the trick just fine, you were soft when it came to him so there was absolutely no need to go through these lengths. Even though he always had impeccable memory, remembering every little detail though he’s only seen it once, you were rightfully worried.

You managed to catch up on him before he entered his car, grabbing the arm that held the black handkerchief, forcing him to look at you. Now standing in the middle of the road, people took notice of you as you made contact with Eren. He looked back, confused as to why you’re now suddenly clinging on to him.

“Are you insane? You’ll fucking die one second in. If you-” You were cut off by a third party approaching you both before clearing their throat.

You were met with the blonde who was holding a megaphone in his right hand, and a small handgun in the other.

“Hey, why don’t you do the honors tonight.” He handed you the handgun as you held your hand out, accepting the offer. You examine the handgun, automatically registering that you’ll ‘do the honors’ for starting the race tonight. This sort of thing was something you got to do only once in a lifetime, so of course, you agreed.

You shift your gaze towards Eren as the other guy strutted back to the sidelines where he stood with a bunch of others. Eren kept his gaze on the blonde, smiling widely as the two exchanged knowing glances. He then looked back towards you, the smile dropping to a playful smirk as you furrow your eyebrows, looking towards your other hand still holding onto his arm tightly before you abruptly pulled away.

“Are you done stopping me? You know damn well you can’t do that now.” He turned his back onto you, opening the car door.

“Did you have a brain tumor for breakfast?” He was now holding the fabric to his eyes, tying it together around his head. He had his windows down, heightening his sense of hearing to lessen his chance of actually dying. With his perfect memory came his heightened senses, you swore that he could actually hear from a mile away, nevertheless, it didn’t do anything to ease your nerves.

“Did you forget? I still do. Every. fucking day.”

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Thankfully, there was a huge screen that lit up close by. It displayed the array of cars as they raced farther away from the starting line where you and several others stood. You watched them intently, focusing on the black car. Given, the driving was more wobbly than normal, Eren still held up a close second the Jean who was way behind the blue car from earlier. You see people turn their heads to talk with their friends as Eren completely surpasses Jean, inching closer towards the car in the lead.

“Usually Jaeger or Kirischtein is in the lead, who’s the newbie?” You overheard another conversation between two men behind you. As far as what you understood from earlier cheers, you agreed with the man, still untutored about who the anonymous leader is.

“I wasn’t expecting this, it could be who I think it is, though she hasn’t shown up since last year.” The other person chimed in, but you were too invested to actually look around to see if others shared the same sentiments.

“You’re really invested huh? You haven’t blinked in a while. Pretty weird actually…” Sasha’s voice caught you off guard as she laughed about your intense focus on the screen. You look towards her for a second as she took your free hand in hers, gently massaging it to ease your notable nervousness. You slightly melt at the contact, looking back at the screen as you let her hold your hand.

“What happened with you and Eren back there? Did he say something bad to you? If he did I swear he isn’t usually like that, only when he’s in a bad mood.” You inaudibly thanked her for the concern about what happened, squeezing her hand back as you showed no sign of looking towards anything else but the screen.

“How many times have these races been happening?” You ask, disregarding her initial questions.

“Oh, about once a month for the past year now. But I think Eren comes here more often since his family owns the place. His entire family is out of town so he’s in charge of the caretaking, and sometimes we tag along. It’s probably a huge advantage to have memorized every turn and crevice of the track. At least that’s what he says.”

Your mouth opens slightly, nodding to your friend’s answer as a small wave of relief crashes you. You’ve maybe heard something about his family owning several areas of land, and growing up, you sometimes tagged along and went to some. Exaggeration or not, Eren had better memorized the place or you’d kill him yourself afterward.

“Seriously, what happened back there?”

You debated answering her because you don’t want her to be in the same situation as yourself right now, practically begging for one of them to finally cross the finish line. Almost leaving all of the cars behind, four of them were now the focus of the screen. Eren and the mysterious racer were now neck and neck, as Jean and a white car were closely trailing behind. You hoped that Eren gained some sort of sense by this time and hastily removed his blindfold, but by the looks of his still somewhat jaggy driving, you second-guessed yourself.

“Just, scared is all.” You held a quiet answer in the already loud area, just to rid of the guilt that came with not answering Sasha.

“He’s gonna be alright, you can relax a little bit. I don’t wanna say this but this isn’t the first time he’s done that.” A second voice came from beside you as your eyes met with the blonde from earlier, staring at the screen as well, a small soda in his hand. You don’t know whether that piece of information should calm you or scare you even more. What even prompted the first time he blindfolded himself and drove here?

He nervously smiled at you when he felt you staring holes into him, biting into the straw of his soda cup.

“I realized I haven’t introduced myself, I’m Armin,” He paused, allowing you to state your name as well.

“I was standing with a few other people who saw what he did, trust me we’re just as worried as you are. But, I’m here to reassure you that he’ll at least make it out alive with those senses and that memory of his.” You were curious as to who those other people are, other friends of his perhaps? The feeling of sharing the same sentiments with a currently anonymous group of people who saw the same thing lifted more off of your shoulders.

Armin dropped his awkward smile to sip on the soda, big blue eyes returning to look toward the screen. You simply nodded and mirrored his actions.

Oh?

In the time that you were staring into the blonde boy beside you, Jean’s car had shortly surpassed everyone. Eren’s car was still struggling to move past the blue vehicle, which by the looks of it, isn’t letting up to Jean winning. You heard the audience cheer, a small smile plastered upon your face as you slowly let loose. Eren’s car did look fine, he wasn’t doing any sudden turns which really lifted a weight off of your shoulders. Plus, they were all nearing the finish line, leaving most of the previous racers way behind them. Sasha was still clinging onto your hand, closing it tightly as she cheered for Jean. You let out a laugh, following suit as you cheer with her.

Jean really had the chance to win this thing now. You wonder if the car adjustments the guy from earlier mentioned had anything to do with it as you screamed your lungs out along with several other people.

“You better pick your date outfit now Y/n, do you want me to help you again?” Sasha nudged you jokingly. You roll your eyes laughing at the statement. They were really nearing the finish line as Eren’s car almost caught up to Jean’s. You really had to give the blindfolded blockhead some props. He didn’t see what was going on, relying on hearing and senses alone as well as his memory and assessment of Jean’s likelihood. You decided earlier that you’d man up and talk to him after he almost killed himself here. It was the least you could do, even if he didn’t win.

You along with everyone else stared shifted their gaze to the line on the track as the three neared, looking towards the direction to where the cars were expected to appear. Everyone was anticipating them, so it was expected to get pretty crowded. Bodies upon bodies rushed to the side of the road, thankfully you and Sasha were still connected by hand as she dragged you to somewhere less crowded. Everyone was hyped and unaware of the people surrounding them, so much so that you felt a cold liquid run on your back. You furrowed your eyebrows, quickly removing yourself from that position before turning back to see what spilled on you. You were met with a guy staring at the distance with his mouth agape as he awaited the winner, his uncovered soda cup tilting towards your direction as the dark liquid continued to spill. You definitely should’ve opted to wear the jacket earlier.

“What the fuck is your problem? Do you have any idea how much this dress-” The crowd went wild, a mix of triumphant cheers along with those of disappointment and shock made you lose your train of thought as the guy you were yelling at simply threw the drink on the floor in disappointment. You turn towards the road to see three cars slightly aligned with each other, everyone passing the finish line as Eren, Jean, and the mystery racer opened their car doors, opting not to stand up just yet. Annoyed that you missed the defining moment, you look towards Sasha and Armin as they both shared the same expression.

You can’t really gague who won, both Eren and Jean were their friends so did it really matter to them who won between the two? You didn’t know if they were acquainted with the third racer, so that was out of the picture. It wasn’t until the sound of a megaphone beeping as someone came into view to make an announcement, finally letting you know who won.

“Congratulations to Mikasa Ackerman for the solid win tonight! We’re glad to have you back.” Hitch’s voice went through a handheld megaphone as she announced the winner beside the two cars.

Who?

Eren revealed himself to the crowd, along with the other two, fully stepping out of his car with his handkerchief still tied to cover his eyes. He faced everyone, hair somewhat disheveled as his bun loosened with the way he tied the fabric. Everyone who was paying attention looked at him in shock, not knowing he drove without his sense of sight.

With a cocky grin plastered on Eren’s face, he untied the fabric with one hand. It took some time for his eyes to adjust to the lights and to the people surrounding him, but his first instinct was to look for you. His eyes scanned the crowd to look for the owner of the famous purple dress.

You finally got a glimpse of Mikasa as she stood out of the car. Her medium-length jet black her was tied into a small ponytail as some strands of hair seeped out to frame her face. She wore all black, just like Eren’s get-up but with a tighter pair of pants than his. Her fierce, yet soft grey eyes locked with yours for a brief moment as she scanned the crowd with a small smile on her face. If you were being honest, that interaction alone made your heart skip a beat as she truly was stunning. You might as well forget about anyone else if that was possible.

Mikasa walked towards Eren, smacking his arm with no restraint for putting on a show. He, of course, rubbed the spot where the strong woman chose to slap him as he still wasn’t fully used to her strength. As per usual, when the crowd started to go home, Eren and the others would collect their own sum of money depending on their performance. Albeit a little early, he fully intended to leave any second now once he found you.

“Congrats on the win Mika,” Eren paused, slumping his hand over the woman’s shoulder. “Kinda sucks that you’re back the night Y/n miraculously showed up.”

Mikasa raised her head to look at Eren in shock as he still scanned the crowd. “Y/n? As in the childhood best friend you refused to admit you’re in love with?”

Eren rolled his eyes. “I’ll get the prize money tomorrow, right now I’ll just find my girl and leave.” She nodded slowly, still in disbelief that the man in front of her didn’t just up and die with the stunt he pulled. She walked towards a group of people in the crowd who you assume are her friends, creating a bit of talk before heading home herself.

Eren’s smile grew wider as he finally spotted you in the crowd. Your face held a visible discomfort as the liquid on your back grew stickier by the second, the cold ever prominent as you opted to cover up with the jacket in your hands, choosing to disregard the added discomfort.

He was now sprinting towards you, his teal green eyes meeting your own as he suddenly took a hold of your arm and dragged you towards his car. You stumbled, having been caught off guard as you both made your way to the vehicle. You removed your arm from his grasp, standing beside his car as he turned to face you properly.

“What are you doing? The deal was if you won, which you didn’t.” His tight grip irritated you more, now you had a red mark on your arm.

“I was hoping that you’d do it anyway? C’mon, I didn’t know she was gonna be here tonight, otherwise, I would’ve won…” His expression dropped while his head hung low.

“That doesn’t change anything, you lost.” You were now crossing your arms, shifting as the liquid on your back was getting overly sticky. You wanted nothing more but a shower and a good night’s sleep.

A small ding from your purse interrupted your train of thought as you pulled your phone out to read whatever message you got.

Sasha (loml): We’re heading to a small afterparty after this, I’ll probably stay with Jean too for the night. Are u down? He said he’d love for you to come.

You sigh. Of course, an afterparty is stopping you from getting home to your shared apartment as soon as possible. You had no way to get back to your apartment this late and without a car. It drove you to a corner, one option left, and to be fair, it might not be as bad as you’re making it up to be.

“Just please, I’ll take you back to my place. Give me a chance to answer all of your questions and,” You cut him off, as irritable as ever.

“Let me use your shower and we have a deal.” Eren snapped his head back up to the sound of your, albeit forced, approval. He opted not to ask questions about why you needed to use his shower, so he simply opened the front door for you, signaling you to get in. It was late, your energy has disintegrated and you were but a swirl of negative emotions, so without any fight, you get in. He strutted, circling the front of the car before he sat down beside you to finally drive off.

---

Awkward silence and a very uncomfortable soda spill on your back weren’t a good combination. Eren hadn’t spoken a word since he got in the car, and to be honest, he looked nervous. This was way out of the ordinary, he was usually oozing with overconfidence and everyone knew it. Except for the few times that he knew that one wrong move was sure to kill him, the few times that he was unsure of what he was doing.

The few times that he was overthinking what to say or what to do, instead of just doing it.

You spent the first half of the ride there thinking about the last time you were together like this, just the two of you. With the lot that changed, you found it hard to restrain yourself from cringing because of your actions. But, you could’ve only done so much with raging teenage hormones.

You were so sure that everyone that knew the Eren and you sensed your romantic feelings towards your best friend that started to blossom in Junior year. It was when you started seeing him in a different light, when his eyes grew more alluring every time they made contact with yours, and when his smallest compliments made you blush like crazy. The two of you were already inseparable, and you couldn’t help but want something more from the relationship. However, you didn’t feel the need to shout it out to the world and let's be honest, you wouldn’t do that anyway given the chance of just humiliating yourself. Instead, you opted for smaller gestures, a casual compliment to boost his (already high) ego, packing him extra water in your bag when he had football practice and many more. For as long as you’ve been on Earth, you’ve known him, and for as long as you’ve known him you stood by him, so when the events that led up to your separation happened, you couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed by the sudden change.

You never bothered to vividly remember how this all started because your feelings started to implant a sense of doubt in your mind regarding the boy. How you started to nitpick at his everyday actions, overthinking a single ‘ill mannered’ side-eye he gave you as a sign that he was close to ending things. In turn, it made you control yourself around him more. You tried your best to control your thoughts, especially because he was known for being a hothead, and you being his best friend should know better.

However, like some sick joke, it got worse, especially when this year he grew to be popular. Eren became Captain of Shiganshina High’s football team with almost impeccable grades, all the while puberty was starting to hit him in all of the right places. His drive to succeed and passion alone was attractive. So, a lot of people grew to like being around him, though that also means that you had less time alone with the guy.

It grew to be normal for him to be surrounded by a crowd, figuratively and literally. With that, he tried his best to drag you along. You assumed it was because he felt bad as people disregard you when talking about him. You assumed it was because he pitied your loneliness without him, having only one other friend when he was occupied. If it weren’t for them, you honestly wouldn’t know what you would’ve done. Still, they were fairly busy dealing with their problems, so either way, you were lonely.

You look back at the fair share of high school house parties where all you did was sit and observe, maybe even stand and walk sometimes to find where Eren is only to find him with the rest of the football players and a swarm of girls practically begging to suck his dick.

You remember your exhaustion, going from being by Eren’s side to his shadow as he became somewhat colder towards you wasn’t a forgiving situation. And while you still had lingering feelings for him, it would be impossible to confess now, competing with other women left and right for the spot of becoming his. And so, when one of the more attractive people on the football team took a liking to you, you clung, hook line, and sinker.

Now that this was in the past, he was more average than attractive. The typical brunette douchebag with piercing blue eyes who wore the same crewneck and sweats every day to school. Even his name was mediocre, Jacob. You somehow managed to convince yourself that you liked him back, to the point of pursuing a relationship. Of course, you weren’t dumb. While Eren got his share of women flocking him, you had your smaller share of men and women too. Jacob was just in it to fuck with the others after you and assert how he’s better than everyone else. You fell in because you wanted desperately to fall in, not because you did. For the change of environment, and for the small hope that the loneliness you felt will leave.

When you told Eren about it, his face held the same expression throughout; unbothered. He looked bored as if this wasn’t an important milestone for you as you finally got your first boyfriend. Deciding to finally walk away from him after saying your albeit dry goodbyes, you look back at him, his expression immediately changing into that of a huge cocky grin as another girl approached him. From that day forward he kept his distance, aside from your gestures and presence he grew to be dependent on, he hung out with everyone else but you.

From that day, you noticed his eyes grew more tired, still, he tried his best to keep his demeanor the same. Of course, you had Jacob to keep you company, not caring if he just did this to brag to his friends. And with this still came the need to attend after-school football practices, being the girlfriend of the quarterback and all.

The short break from practice led to Jacob strutting towards you in the first row of the bleachers to ask if you had an extra water bottle. Naturally, you still had the habit of bringing one for Eren, but seeing as he’s busy laughing it away with the other players you gave the bottle to Jacob. He lent you his thanks, gulping down the entirety of its contents before handing it back to you. You nodded with a smile as he wiped his mouth with his sleeve as he ran back to the field.

Your eyes looked to the clouds, your mind aimlessly wandering from topic to topic. What you were going to do this summer, your finals, along with other things to keep you preoccupied.

“Earth to Y/n.” You snap your eyes back in the direction of the voice, eyebrows raising at the interruption. Eren towered over you, his hair, which started to grow longer, draping over his face as he looked down.

“What?” You ask rather quietly which caused him to click his tongue. He honestly couldn’t sound more disinterested as he did now.

“My water.” He held his hand out with that one word, clearly dependent on your thought to bring some.

“I already gave it to Jacob.” You reach for the now empty bottle, shaking it in front of you both to show its emptiness. He rolled his eyes, brows furrowed like it’s their natural state as his expression displayed something you couldn’t quite figure out.

“Why the fuck would you give my water to him? I thought that was mine.” Eren spoke louder than previously, obviously ticked off. You stayed silent, knitting your eyebrows in confusion as he continued. “Just because he showed you an ounce of attention and asked you to be his girlfriend doesn’t mean shit, he’s using you. I thought you were smarter than that. You’re practically giving him everything now huh? It’s fucking pathetic.”

What?

All you could remember was his dark, furrowed eyebrows with his piercing green eyes staring an infinite amount of holes into yours. You stood still, silent as he yelled on and on, trying your best to butt in given his public tantrum to at least correct what he was saying when you were getting mad yourself. But unlike him, you kept your composure as people stood to watch the captain of the football team lose it before the coach intervened. It didn’t make sense for him to get this mad over a fucking water bottle when there are others practically throwing him their own.

Out of every half-assed insult that flew out of his mouth afterward, it was the first line that stuck to you the most few lines that you did bother remembering because it stung. The person who stuck by your side forever, the one who knew all of your fears and secrets, just called you out for being pathetic. And he was sadly right.

Surely enough, this caused you both to avoid each other for the remainder of the year. Luckily, it was only a month until summer vacation so you focused on your studies. Jacob also broke up with you after that, saying that you and Eren need to work everything out. However, you couldn’t care less about what he or anyone else says anymore as they found a way to gossip and treat you both harshly. So much so that you went to school alone, studied alone, went home alone, and spent summer all alone. Your only other friend avoiding you for the sake of their reputation. It wasn’t until the first day of Senior year where you, along with everyone else found out that Eren moved away.

That was it. That was your final straw.

You spent all summer trying to figure out your true feelings for him, how for days on end all you could think about was how you despised him. He ruined everything. But, in the nature of overthinking every little detail, you thought about how things would’ve gone if you simply up and confessed. If you just did it before all of this started, and if it would’ve resulted in you two together. That was only a fantasy, of course, he left without muttering anything to you, an apology, or even a heads up about the leave which made you rethink if you were even that important to him. At this point, you were willing to just get a text saying he’s moving or that he was sorry. But for that one year, not a word from both of you was uttered.

You settled on the fact that you hate him, every time your parents asked about him your blood would boil and your eyes would deepen almost in command, so they also stopped talking about him.

Except for when your birthday came and your father handed you an extra gift bag. It sure as hell didn’t feel cheap when your fingers graze the plain white bag. You took your time in opening it, removing the white parchment placed on top before getting to the elegant but light black box. You undid the ribbon, excited to see the contents of the rather expensive-looking gift. At the first glance, your eyes were met with a note contrasting the elegancy of the packaging, the boyish handwriting you knew all too well made your expression drop. Along with the dark purple dress, also left you with emotions more diverse than ever.

“Happiest Birthday to my one and only ♡ [please wear it because it’s not cheap :(]

Yours Forever,

Eren.

Now, you’re here. Knees faced to the car door as you watched the moon follow you through his car window, still waiting for that fucking apology he’s yet to say.

“So…” Eren softly trailed as he glanced at you, back completely turned against him.

“After all of that time, you still don’t know what to fucking say?” You immediately snarked, not bothering to look back at him as he finally started a conversation.

“I know you missed me but you don’t have to be so hostile.” His utter self-consciousness caused him to utter a chuckle as he attempted to lighten the atmosphere. You clicked your tongue at his response, feeling the boyish grin held as he drove.

“So this is what I’m wasting my time on tonight?” His expression dropped at your sentiment referring to your reunion as a waste. Eren’s eyes dart towards you again as you continue to show complete apathy.

“What do you want me to sa-”

“I don’t know you’re the one who invited me to talk.” You were growing impatient. This was getting you nowhere anytime soon. Silence took over once more as he continued to drive with no sign if you were close to his place.

A ding came from your phone, the only sound in a matter of minutes as you opened it to see who messaged.

Unknown number: It’s Jean, I got ur number from Sasha.

I really thought I finally had it back there :(( If you’re up for it the date’s still on the table ;)

You smile quietly, replying with a short ‘but that wasn’t the deal tho..’. The screen illuminated your face as you continued your chat with Jean, earning a couple of side glances from Eren as you shift your body to face the front. You held your smile throughout the time Jean was teasing you, probing you to go out with him.

While you were considering it, looking up towards the road to weigh the pros and cons, Eren cleared his throat in slight annoyance.

“Who’s got you smiling like that?” He knows damn well it was Jean, a few side glances were enough to deduce that from the way he texted.

You drop your smile, closing your phone before you shift back to face the side door. “None of your business.”

A heavy sigh escaped his lips, “Look, I’m sure this is about the thing on the football field and I’m sorry for whatever I did back then. I regretted it immediately and it was so shitty of me to do something like that to you.”

“And?” You softly smiled as you urged him, the least bit thankful that you finally got your well-deserved apology

“And what?”  He took a turn, driving slower before coming to a complete stop.

“What do you mean and w-” You raised your voice, only to get cut off by the sound of the breaks and him announcing that you’ve arrived at his place.

You step out of the car, purposely slamming the door harder than you should before walking up the small flight of stairs towards the front door. Even in the dark of the night, you could see that he lived in a huge mansion, seemingly all by himself too. It had a decently big front yard, patches of green decorating the soil along with pretty well-kept flowers. It was easily the nicest, if not one of the nicest houses in the town. You clung to the small jacket as you watch him park his car in the garage, waiting for him to open the front door as you kept observing your surroundings. Eren and his family always had their wealth in check, even their house in the city was on the luxurious side.

It was pretty late at night so there were no people left outside. Unlike the city, you relied on the few porch lights along with far in between street lights for light so it was pretty hard to concretely see anything. It thankfully wasn’t long before you hear the door open behind you, so you wasted no time getting inside of the house.

Eren quickly changed into a white tank top with light grey sweats which you tried your best not to gawk at. He led you to his room, taking a small tour of the warmly lit home he had. While on the outside, elegance was a key factor, the inside was homier than you’d expect, especially from Eren. The walls were adorned with colorful paintings, wood accents were prominent along with some indoor plants. The stairs themselves were made of dark oak, which made the place come together.

“My mom told me to stay here instead of getting a dorm, they don’t use it as much anyway.” He clarified, aware that you were inspecting the place as you walk up towards his room on the second floor. You let out a small ‘ah’ as you trailed behind him, letting him lead you to whatever in the hopes of finally having peace of mind.

Eren led you to the end of the hallway, opening the door to be met with a more bleak part of the house. Yes, this is his room,

It was more modern. A better suit to the house’s exterior and what you would’ve expected when you first walked in. He had a huge bed lined with LED lights pushed up against the wall, close to a window overlooking the rest of the neighborhood. Next to it was a desk, holding his monitors as well as a full black gaming setup. Typical. You walk further in, looking to the side where he had two doors. You quickly assume one to be a connecting bathroom while the other, is his closet. You also view a full-length mirror, set up to face his bed directly as it reflects that side of his bedroom from floor to ceiling.

“Shall we continue?” Eren asked as he seated himself on the edge of his bed to get comfortable.

“I need to shower, this asshole spilled his soda on me.” You removed your jacket as well as your purse before you looked for a place to put your items in the meantime.

“Give them to me, there’s a new towel in the bathroom just use that and borrow my clothes.” He took initiative, quickly standing up to take your belongings from your arms to put them on his chair.

You walked towards the bathroom door, opening it to reveal one that matched his room perfectly. Seamless white tile with a glass frame separating the shower from the rest of the bathroom. It was bigger than normal, a bathtub beside the shower as the sink was the first to greet you. You closed the door, making sure to lock it before you finally step out of your dress. You hang your clothes on the several bathroom hooks he had, taking note of the towel beside them which you presume was yours.

Then, you finally had your long-awaited shower.

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“Eren?” You stick your head out of the door, looking at the boy simply laying down on his bed before snapping his head to face you.

“Clothes, please?” You had let go of your previous hostility, opting for a more calm talk with him as you were liberated from previous irritability and discomfort. This definitely was one of the better showers you had, especially because his bathroom was a thousand times better than the one in your apartment.

He stood up to reach for the pile of clothes on the side of the bed before handing them to you. You let out a small thank you before disappearing back into the bathroom.

Then, a realization hit. You had no extra underwear.

There just had to be so much soda to the point where it seeped through your clothes. You’re hesitant to reuse the underwear you had, but you can’t just go commando, especially wearing another person’s clothes. So, you weighed your choices.

He wouldn’t know if you did go commando, you’d just wash his clothes before you return them to him, right?

Fuck it. You dropped your towel before putting on the sweatpants he gave you, wearing a bra and his shirt last.

You came out of the bathroom to find him still sprawled out in bed, deep in thought as he stared at the ceiling. His bedroom lights were now dimmer than when you last saw them, the LED lights that lined his bed were also now on, shining a bright red. The lighting definitely did not help you stay focused. You were here to talk to him, definitely not to fuck him.

“Okay, you can continue apologizing.” You were waiting for the apology about leaving, the one that hurt you the most.

“I already did. I said I was sorry for yelling at you and for causing a scene.” He defended himself, sitting up to look at you walking towards him, your arms crossed as you settled on standing in front of him.

“You did a whole lot more than that.” You rolled your eyes, slightly raising your tone. Was he trying to act stupid now?

“Care to elaborate on why you still hate me?” He matched your volume, hints of sass oozing from his voice as he furrowed his brows.

“ You should know what you did Eren.” Venom laced your words, emphasizing his lack of empathy. Was what he did only affecting you this whole time?

“It’s been a while I-” He looked down to his hands, fingers intertwining amongst themselves as he fidgeted in your gaze.

You weren’t gonna waste your time, this was getting you nowhere and you had school tomorrow, which is way more important than he is right now. So, you cared to elaborate .

“I practically lived in your shadow the entire Junior year, you started being cold to me for no reason, you caused a scene and made me be the target of very harsh gossip which Jacob broke up with me for, and-” You were rambling, raising your voice for every reason but stopped when you heard him release a small chuckle.

“I’m sorry is this funny? Did you just make me come here to laugh? I’m so fucking done E-”

“No, just continue.” He desperately tried to hide his smile at the fact you and Jacob didn’t last for shit. He didn’t really bother listening to the guy outside of practice, let alone anything about your relationship.

You let out an exhausted breath, “You avoided me completely, not even bothering to say goodbye when you moved. You did it all for no reason whatsoever and I’ve racked my brain for the past year to try and at least figure out why you did it and how you still managed to give me this dress for my birthday.”

Your voice softened by the end, almost embarrassed to bring it up. Your eyes dropped to the ground, focusing on his feet as they lightly tapped on the floor. You subconsciously started picking at your lips, placing the bottom one between your teeth as you waited for a response.

“I wasn’t cold to you… I was just, a coward.” You finally look back up, his head still hung low.

“You? A coward?” You probed, uncrossing your hands. Out of every word in the dictionary, cowardice simply wasn’t synonymous with Eren Jaeger. It confused you as to why he’d even refer to himself as such

“Yeah, I mean… You started being more fidgety with me and you grew more quiet, only to find out you had a boyfriend. I just kinda stood there. It was hard juggling everything that year it all just went crashing into me and I think that I snapped at you because of it. Then I thought you hated me, which,” He paused, raising one of his hands towards you. “You do. And I was such a coward to come and say sorry to you. It wasn’t like me to pussy out like that but I did. So much so that the only thing I got you was that stupid fucking dress and I left without a proper goodbye. We had to move ‘cause my dad got really sick and they thought it was best we’d move here for a bit. He got better a few months ago but I already applied here so might as well.”

Well, you didn’t think of it that way.

“I’m sorry for waiting a year to apologize. I wouldn’t even be apologizing if you didn’t move here for college and it would’ve been my biggest regret. I’ll make it up to you I promise.” Eren stood up, walking towards where you were standing to fully gaze into your eyes. He never failed to tower over you, especially here where you could feel each other’s warmth radiating off one another.

You had nothing else to lose.

“Eren, you knew that I liked you right?” You kept your eye contact, confidence banishing as you felt yourself shrink in his gaze.

“Shit. if I did, it would’ve made things a lot easier.” The cocky smile on his face is back, thankfully lightening the mood as you felt your heart beating out of your chest. “You could’ve just told me.”

“It might’ve pushed you away and I didn’t want that.” You reasoned.

“So I was right about why you said yes to Jacob?” His smile softened, slightly cocking his head to the side, letting his messy hair fall along with it.

With a scoff, you reply. “ ‘Just wanted the feeling of getting a boyfriend. I knew he was using me and it was honestly so shitty I tolerated that.”

Your statement earned a laugh from his lips, along with a little eye roll.

“Yeah, I was surprised when you told me it was him out of all the people. If you would’ve just told me you liked me you could’ve had an actual boyfriend, you know who loves you and all that shit.” His lips form a line, looking away from you as his cheeks visibly reddened.

Is he saying what I think he’s saying?

“Well, is the offer still on the table?” Your smile grew with the playful question as you pulled him closer by putting your hands behind his neck.

“Only if you forgive me.” His voice deepened as he lowered his face closer to yours.

“I’m not sure,” you paused, suddenly removing your hands from the back of his neck before turning around. “I think I need more convincing.” You walked past him to sit on the edge of his bed, leaning on your arms for support as your feet dangle by the edge.

He stared back at you, slightly startled at the loss of warmth before it clicked in his brain to play along. He walked towards you slowly, matching your energy to stop and loom in front of you.

Eren already looked intimidating as is, the long dark hair, the tattoo, and his expression all made him known to be someone not to fuck with in the normal light. Oh, how someone could get lost in the green of his eyes at just one glance. But, him looming over you with the dim overhead light hitting the back of his head to outline his figure with a warm glow, it was like staring at God himself. Yet, it was the red of the lights that lined his bed that overtook his face, so maybe it wasn’t like staring at God, but the devil himself.

You felt him crouch down to your level, his left palm moving past yours as he shifted his weight onto it to trap you. Eren kept his eye contact as his right hand rested on your thigh, the pressure slowly moving up as your legs, almost by command, started to separate. He finally broke eye contact to move his head beside yours, his lips almost touching your earlobe as his warm breaths hit your skin. You almost stopped breathing entirely as you stiffened, waiting for his next move as he seemed to be enjoying the faint sound of your jagged breathing.

“Anything you want beautiful, I want to be the one to give it to you.”

You could feel his calm breath fanning on your skin, his voice was deeper than before as he whispered in your ear. Light goosebumps scatter the exposed flesh of your upper arms as you could feel his cockiness radiating from a side smirk. “So, what do you want? How can I convince you to finally forgive me?”

You were unraveling, physically opening up to the boy as your legs slowly distanced themselves more. He turned the tables within a matter of seconds, getting the upper hand as he continuously grazed your thighs. The eye contact, the warmth of his hand, the bare aura he’s radiating, the way a pool was starting to form between your thighs. It broke you enough to give into him, just as he pleased.

How was this the same Eren Jeager you had to save from countless fights growing up? How was this the same Eren Jeager that you found drooling on his sheets the morning after one of your countless sleepovers? How was he the same guy you are now face to face with? The same guy you’re on the verge of fucking, and the same guy who was practically eyeing you like his dinner.

“Kiss me.” You quietly replied, licking your lips as you felt them dry with the cold air. He wasted no time in submitting to your request, finally feeling his lips on yours. Smooth was the word you’d use to describe his lips, yet in contrast, the way he did it was the complete opposite. With a sense of crudeness and urgency, he savored you. Crude as his nature, unrefined and boyish; and urgent because he can’t even count how long he’s been waiting to do this, and how long he’s dreamt of this. Yet, with how rough he was, you felt his passion. His passion was above anything else, and you could feel how euphoric this was for him because it was for you too.

He raised his left arm to trap your own, moving it back to lay you down slowly. His lips left yours for a moment, letting you go to adjust yourself against the stack of pillows he had in front of his headboard.

Eren stood by the edge of his bed, eyeing you with a grin as his hands found their way to the hem of his shirt. Quickly, he lifted the tank top to reveal his chiseled torso. You didn’t expect less from someone as athletic as him, but the fact that this was Eren himself made your insides churn. He threw the fabric somewhere in his room, returning his attention to you.

He crawled to where you were, now completely above you as you were trapped in between his legs and arms, the small hairs that framed his face gravitated towards you. Both of you were now drowsy with lust, looking at each other half-lidded now knowing full well you had the same effect on one another.

Eren leaned back in, his tongue now teasing at the seam of your lips. You welcome it with a small mewl as his tongue starts sliding with yours. Small moans escaped both of you as you grew more eager, the pool between your legs getting bigger as his hand found its way back to your inner thigh.

Suddenly, he pulled away. You were embarrassed about the whine that emerged from you as he rested his forehead against yours, stopping as you both breathed in sync.

“What else do you want?” Eren’s hands stopped moving, completely at rest in your inner thigh as he asked you. It was clear he was still toying with you, wanting you to tell him,  particularly what you want, still, you had enough in you to resist spewing absolute vulgarity only to please him.

“I want you.” You raised your head from the pillows, attempting to resume his lips on yours. However, he pulled away to deny you.

“You already have me, be more specific babe.” Your resolve from earlier was now thrown out the window as the warmth from his hand started to move away from where you needed it most. Maybe you were going to spew absolute vulgarity— as long as he kept himself on you, any other refined thought was thrown out the window.

“Please, just fuck me. Fuck me and use me however you please; fill me up and show me— show me how I only exist just so I can bend over for you. Show me that you love me as much as I do you.”

Oh?

He didn’t expect that string of words coming from your mouth, deep breaths breaking your words apart to show how deprived you were of him. He hadn’t heard you say anything close to what was previously uttered, so of course, his eyes shined brighter. Ever so subtly, his dick grew harder in the confines of his grey sweats, and with your eyes simply focused on his own, he went back and devoured you, not paying mind to it for now.

Eren broke away from your lips to trail downwards, his left hand rested beside your head as his right found its way to the hem of your (his) shirt, going beneath it to rest on your waist. He showed you how he valued your intimacy, especially at this moment with his slow pecks tracing your jawline. When his lips reached your neck, it was a given that he’d leave marks. Without any mercy, he started leaving hickeys all the way down to your collarbones. The bright red marks that soon peppered your skin were treated as a trophy, inaudibly saying that you were finally his.

Eren’s right hand started to move up as he paused his gimmick. With his other hand, he completely removed the shirt from your torso before throwing it to a random corner in his room. His eyes settled on your chest, still in the confines of your bra. With a smile, he sat up, hooking his left arm behind you to lift you effortlessly. His other hand traveled to the small of your back, trailing its way up to meet the hook of your bra before quickly removing it. You removed the straps yourself, jokingly mimicking his actions when you threw the fabric into the same corner of the room.

This earned a small chuckle as he slowly lowered you, softly pecking your lips before he lowered himself back down. His face dipped between your tits, placing small kisses on your chest as he settled on a nipple. His tongue was doing absolute wonders, fingers trying to emulate the same effect on your other tit as he looked up, directly towards your eyes. Eren was gauging your reactions, even the smallest ones as meek mewls and moans came from your lips in his ministrations. Then, a sharp pressure that contrasted the soft of his tongue dawned on you.

He bit down on you.

You hissed, head perking up along with an arm to pull on the clump of hair on his head. It was unexpected, the sting hurt you as no one ever even imagined doing that to you. However, as he switched tits and took the other one in his mouth, mimicking the same actions down to the bite, you found pleasure in it. But, you kept the hand in his hair, toying with the brown strands as the boy was enjoying himself as much as you were.

In a matter of a few seconds, he started trailing down once more. Eren nipped at the skin of your stomach, showing you nothing but lust and admiration as his hands were now holding you by the waist. Now he was low enough for his lips to meet the waistband of your (his) sweatpants. Eren sat up, and with a swift tug on both sides, he pulled the fabric down to your ankles.

“You had a bra on but no panties?” He looked at you, chest heaving up and down as your brain was absolutely clogged with ecstasy.

“Panties also got drenched in soda. I had to.” You answered as he continued to pull the fabric down.

“ ‘M not complaining anyway.” Again, he threw it to a random corner before forcefully spreading your legs to fit him. Eren lowered himself once more, now face to face with your dripping pussy. He smiled to himself, mentally patting himself on the back as he was the one who unraveled you like this.

Eren took two fingers, running them through your folds to collect the pool of slick. You were absolutely dripping, he didn’t need to ask you if it was for him because he knew. He knew that it was for him, and only him. You were his.

He started kissing your inner thighs, sucking on several spots as he interchanged between the two, purposefully saving the best for last. You could feel his breath fanning on your pussy, and it made you incredibly impatient. Your hands found their way back to his hair, tugging on it to pull him closer to where you needed him badly. With the extra push along with a soft snicker, he obliged.

Eren kissed your clit sloppily, using as much of his saliva as possible. Your back arched slightly, pulling his face closer as his tongue started to trace slow circles around your clit. He was taking the time to savor you, as much as he did your lips. He wanted to give you what you wanted, to show you that he did love you as much as you did him, possibly even more than you do. Moans were erupting from you as he continued, upping his pace as he lapped you hungrily. The hold you had on his hair also tightened, thighs resting on his shoulders as you tried your best not to crush his head.

A finger then grazed your folds along with his tongue, running up and down your slit before teasing at your hole. With a slight push, he found his middle finger sinking inside of you effortlessly. The mix of his saliva with your slick made it easy for him to enter you, and good God it turned him on so much more than he anticipated. His cock was fully erect in his sweats now waiting to be buried in your warmth where his middle finger rested.

Eren curled his middle finger inside of you, continuously lapping at your clit as groans escaped his own lips to compliment your moans. He made it clear that he enjoyed this, getting as much pleasure from eating you out as much as you were being eaten; and holy fuck was he amazing. His dexterity with pumping his finger into you, curling the digit in and out to hit the right spots. This, with the combination with his skilled tongue, was enough to send you into heaven.

It wasn’t long until you lost absolute control; thighs completely sandwiching him as he worked you out with sheer determination to make you come on his face. His groans grew deeper as you showed him no mercy, pulling his hair and clenching his finger as he continued. You didn’t need to say a word and so did he, with one last touch you convulsed into a state of euphoria, juices dripping out as your breathing stopped.

For a few seconds, you were simply stuck in your high. Eren coached you downwards, breathing finally resuming as your thighs slowly let go of his head. You open your eyes as he removed himself from your core completely, his face rising back up to meet your own. Your vision, along with your hearing was fuzzy in these first few seconds. Seeing you in this state, with absolutely no guard made Eren grin wide, and that's the first thing you saw clearly.

His hair tie came off, letting the brown locks drape over his head with a few strands sticking on his damp face as he hovered over you. You match his smile with a soft chuckle, mustering all of your strength into your right hand to smack him in the chest before facing toward his nightstand.

Eren called out to you, breathing out your name softly. You face back to him, eyes barely staying open to see him sucking on the middle finger that was previously inside of you.

“Ew,” you winced, pulling at his arm to remove the finger from his mouth.

“Nah, tastes like fine dining. Here.” He removed the finger from his mouth, face lowering towards you as his lips met yours. You tasted yourself with a mix of his saliva, the kiss ever so sloppy as you indulged in each other.

Eren pulled away to quickly stand up by the edge of his bed, which led the cold to hit you hard. You open your eyes to settle on him, hands pulling down his sweatpants along with his boxers swiftly before standing straight up.

Oh, fuck me.

You knew he was hard from the way he topped you, dick softly grazing your thighs occasionally. But you weren’t expecting anything like this, anything this big. Your lips parted at the sight as newfound energy made its way to you. Its tip was leaking with precum as he softly pumped it in front of you.

“Get on all fours, please pretty girl?” He requested, removing his hand from his shaft before kneeling on the bed. You nodded slightly, pushing yourself up before turning yourself over. You arched your back as your head fell into his soft pillows, ass completely up in the air as you felt his presence behind them.

“Thank you.” He softly muttered just enough for you to hear as his hand grazed your ass. His hand smoothed over you like a delicate piece of porcelain, finding its way all over your ass before applying pressure on your lower back. You deepen your arch in his command, exposing yourself more to him with the stretch. He was delicate with his touches until a sharp slap came in contact with your ass, making you jolt up into his headboard your hands clenched on his sheets.

“That okay?” Again, his touch was soft, even with the roughness of his hand he smoothed over where he previously inflicted pain to ease the sting.

“It’s good, feels good.” Your voice was muffled by the pillows as you responded to him. And with your confirmation, he did it again. Eren was generous in his slaps, both cheeks earning the same amount as he smoothed them over with every slap. He then spread your cheeks to reveal your still dripping pussy.

He swiftly reached over to his bedside table, opening the first drawer to grab a condom. He then put it on, pumping his cock a few times before teasing it at your entrance. It earned a small muffled gasp from your lips, and without wasting any more time, he eased into you.

A curse left your mouth at the sheer size of him, stretching you out as you clung harder to his sheets. Eren was biting down at his bottom lip, trying to suppress a groan as he went deeper. When he finally bottomed out, he stopped for a second to let you adjust. You could feel him, buried deep inside of you as your warmth encased him whole. He bent down, planting a kiss on your shoulder before slowly pulling out again.

For the first few seconds, he took his time in letting you adjust. His one hand planted on your waist for support as he slowly thrust inside of you. He thought of nothing but fulfilling your wishes, bending you over to shower you with more love than anyone else has, even him himself. He then noticed how your hips were now moving with him, syncing as he went in and out; so he sped up.

His poor sheets were now crumpled in your hands as he rutted against you, getting quicker and quicker as moans escaped his own mouth. You felt so good around him, squeezing at his cock as he buried himself into you again and again. You let out muffled moans, a string of curses along with his name frequented your mouth as he started to shed his mercy on you.

The hand that was on your hips traveled down to your lower abdomen, pushing into it as he continued his actions. He could feel how deep he was going into you, how well you were taking him as you both chased your highs.

The room was filled with the sound of your muffled moans and his strings upon strings of curses. This, with the creak of the bed and the sound of skin slapping, was all you could hear, and it was absolutely breathtaking. You could only imagine what he looks like right now, losing his own mind as his moans were louder than your own.

It was completely perfect until the foreign sound of a ringtone entered the scene. He showed no signs of stopping his acts, completely focusing on you and him as the loud ringing continued. You on the other hand were getting ticked off by it, so you mustered strength into your arms to lift yourself up and look over to the bedside table yourself.

“Eren, it’s your mom.” You stuttered out, getting cut off by your own moans as you reach over the table. He finally stopped when you took his phone, contemplating if you were to answer it. Just as you were about to hit snooze, he then took the gadget from you rapidly.

“Hey mom, it’s late why are you still up.” He brought the phone up to his ear as he answered the call, eyes looking directly towards you as he held a devilish grin.

“I was driving earlier, that’s why I had to miss the calls. Don’t wanna crash y’know?” Eren placed his other hand on your shoulder, grabbing a steady hold of you before slowly thrusting again. You let out a small gasp before closing your lips to prevent any other noises to escape. He kept eye contact with you as his mom responded sweetly on the other line.

“I’m doing great actually, I found out Y/n attends college here and I finally got a chance to talk to her. I’m with her right now actually, here.” His smile grew wider as he handed you the phone, quickening his pace as you place the gadget by your ear.

“Hey Carla, it’s been a while.” Your voice was shaking, sharp breaths cutting you off as you desperately tried to compose yourself. Eren was shameless, holding you by the shoulder as his other hand found its way back on your lower abdomen. You face towards the headboard to avert yourself from his intense gaze.

“Hi sweetie, I miss you so much! Sorry, we had to move so suddenly. I’ve heard so much about you from your mother, how’s the school there so far?” You felt sorry for unknowingly subjecting Eren’s poor mother to this, it felt so wrong to be talking to her like this, her sincere and sweet tone met with your breathy words as you tried your best to keep what’s left of your cool.

“School here is great so far, I’ve made a few friends and my scores are good. I’m glad to hear from you though, unlike your son here. Honestly, I could’ve gone my whole life without seeing him again, maybe I’m just really unlucky.” You jested, laughing with the woman on the line as you look back at Eren with a smirk.

You were thankful that Carla was continuously laughing at the comment to momentarily spare you from an ongoing conversation as you caught sight of Eren. His head hung low, eyebrows furrowed as his eyes directly focused on how you took him so well— so perfectly, yet you managed to fuck it up with the ill comment you made to his mom with him present. You and Carla made a habit of badmouthing Eren together growing up, and it was all light-hearted. He knew, and he was annoyed by it but he didn’t take anything you said to heart.

Anything except for this.

So when you felt the firm hold of his hand move from your shoulder, pushing upwards until it found itself wrapping around your neck, least to say you were alarmed. It did look like he took it to heart this time, maybe you had gone too far with the comment, which you personally thought was on the lighter side. Either way, you didn’t feel an ounce of regret as he took his anger out on you— each thrust noticeably harder than the last as his callous fingers dig into the sides of your neck to cut some blood circulation off. He was also pulling you up by the neck, making your face closer to his as the arch of your back deepened. You were back to desperately clenching your lips together to prevent yourself from letting out any sort of noise, but it was notably harder this time with the way Eren was holding you.

“Gosh! Anyway, it’s late, and I still have work tomorrow so I’ll go to bed. I want to see you again sometime sweetie, do take care of my son while you’re there. Goodnight.” She finally said a sweet goodnight before she let out a small yawn. You didn’t trust yourself enough to let out a meek goodnight before ending the call, so you shake off the guilt and hastily pressed the ‘end call’ button before closing his phone entirely.

“Fuck, how rude of you to not say goodbye to my sweet mother?” Eren mocked, his other hand that was previously resting on your abdomen lowering itself to circle your clit. You dropped the phone on his bed, finally letting loose as you let out a string of incomprehensible words; a mix of curses as an attempt to retaliate along with short breaths of his name.

“You were talking a lot of shit for someone who’s about to pass out.” You were completely drained of energy at this point, eyes barely staying open as the added pleasure of his fingers circling your clit was the last straw.

His thrusts grew more jagged as you tightened around him. You were both close to your highs as you both lost complete rhythm and simply focused on finally coming.

“Eren I,” you weren't even able to finish your sentence before you were cut off by your own moan as you came on him, juices dripping down your legs and his fingers as he continued to chase his own high.

“Fuck you’re amazing.” You felt the strings of his cum fill up the condom he wore as he slowly stopped his thrusts. You were both radiating warmth as your chest slowed its heaving. He then removed his grasp on your neck before instead bringing his arm across your chest, pulling you closer before planting kisses on the broad of your shoulders. His hair was draped over his head as he softly pecked at the skin, trailing upwards until he planted a chaste kiss on your cheek.

“If I didn’t actually make it clear, which I doubt” You look at Eren, face covered in a thin sheen of sweat as he innocently smiled at you. “I really love you.” Finally, a kiss on your lips as he pulled out of you completely.

“Love you too. It’s also clear I forgive you, huh?” Your input was quiet, voicebox dry as he softly laid you down on his bed, nodding at the small of your voice. He then walked across the room to throw away the used condom, as well as pick up his used t-shirt to wipe you both down. You were both quiet throughout the process, you let him take care of you; putting his blanket over your body after wiping you down. His bed was noticeably softer than yours, and along with the tiredness you felt, you were able to sleep quickly after laying down.

Eren was quick to follow, plopping down beside you after putting on his boxers. However, he didn’t sleep just yet. As the overhead light was now completely off, leaving his mood lighting on, he admired your sleeping figure. Your face was overtaken with the soft red as he was too lazy to change the color. He brushed the strands of hair that stuck to your face away, tucking them behind your ear before pulling you closer to him.

Eren was aware that you were unconscious at this point, and he made a promise to himself that he’d take you to the university the next day as he wasn’t about to get on your bad side again. He’d go on to plant kisses on your forehead as his heavy arm wrapped around you, before drifting off to sleep himself.

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[euphorikaisen]

hii !! sorry for the inactivity recently. i've been super busy but i do promise that i am working on kinktober as much as i can, i've missed a few dates already but i do hope that i finish them soon so i can provide content :)) thank you sm for ur patience

#aika updates

[euphorikaisen]

not only did you serve justice to naoya YOU TOOK HIS ASS TO COURT that was hands down one, if not THE best writing for that man ugh i dont know how you do it 😩 oh and remember if kinktober gets to be too much we’ll understand that!!! we’re not “entitled” to any story so we’ll respect your choice but um were definitely starting off with a bang!! ilyyyyy <333

sorry for the kind of late reply but THANK YOU SO MUCH <33 THIS MEANS A LOT TO ME ILY

i'll definitely still continue with kinktober but maybe fall a little late on the dates since im swamped with school

[euphorikaisen]

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 [𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃] 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑

kinktober day 1-3 || NAOYA ZENIN

WARNINGS: MIND PLAY, SLIGHT DUBCON, BLACKMAIL, GASLIGHTING, CURSING, BLOWJOB, COUCH SEX, LACK OF PROOFREADING

WORD COUNT: 1.3K

A/N: this fic is kinda late and short :(( but first time writing for naoya and i hope i did it justice, this could also be total crap because my assignments plague my mind but enjoy :))

Your keys, along with your bag crash on the floor as the sight of your boyfriend screwing another girl fills your senses with a load of emotions. Tired from work, you just expected to lay down after a hot bath with Naoya. Instead, rage and hatred replaced the tiredness before. Your boyfriend kindly pulled out of the girl, whose face is stuffed between the countless pillows you lay your head against every night.

You shouldn’t be feeling like this, he gave you everything. Maybe you were just lacking. Your heart pumped against your chest as Naoya rolled his eyes before putting on his boxers. He walked towards your shaking figure, tears streaming down your face before clicking his tongue. You raised your hand slowly, quivering as you threatened a slap on his face, a painful one to possibly emulate how you feel right now. However, you were doomed by his reflexes, gripping your wrist, hand not even making contact with his cheek.

Naoya’s grip was strong, you felt the weight almost crushing your wrist before he forcefully let it go. Your mind was in pieces, countless thoughts running through it, you had to let some sort of noise out.

“W-When. Since when did you start going behind my ba-” A hearty laugh from him was the response you got. “Darling, I’ve been doing it since forever. Besides, you’re rarely home.”

It was true. You worked far from his place, from which he pushed you to live in with him. He got you a service, getting you to and from work at ungodly hours just so you could please him. He was right, you were rarely home. It was your fault.

“You probably do this too, yeah? Go behind my back while you’re at ‘work’.” You were looking down, not making eye contact as he went on, unmoving from his spot right in front of you. “You’re a whore. Good for nothing woman.” He had a smile on his face, fingers making contact with your chin before lifting your face to meet his eyes. Your tears never stopped streaming, vision blurry with only splotches of color visible. But his smile was visible enough for even the unmoving girl whose face never left the pillows.

“But you’re mine, yeah? So if you think of doing something stupid. Like, say, leave me...” He lowered his head, whispering into your ear. “You know what I’m capable of. You’ll lose everything. Don't be stupid.”

You didn’t doubt this one bit, you did know what he can do with his own hands. He had connections everywhere, he could watch over you, torture you without bringing harm to himself. You might as well say that you’d be bleeding on the floor if you did something unpleasant. So it never crossed your mind.

You slowly shook your head, his hand leaving your face as you lowered it back down.

“Well, you’re good for one thing.” You felt yourself get dragged in front of the living room couch, not even fighting back as he sat down in front of you. You were unmoving, waiting for his instruction, witnessing him remove his boxers. “Didn’t get to cum earlier, you are a bitch. You know what to do.”

You were still unmoving, the tears slowed down but you haven’t gained full control of yourself yet. And this was getting on his nerves. “Stop your fucking crying.” He dragged you down by your hand, the abruptness making you stumble into his lap. You look up at him, positioning yourself between his legs, trying to stop the slow flow of tears. Naoya took matters into his own hands, grabbing his boxers from the side as he yanks on your hair with his free hand.

“Stop fucking crying.” He held the fabric of his boxers, forcefully wiping your tear-stained cheeks with them. The sensation of the otherwise soft fabric scratching your already sensitive cheeks stung a bit. You tried to hold in the tears as his hand that held his boxers went back to his side, the grip on your hair still strong. You slowly reached for his half-hard cock, stroking it as he stared into your soul.

His eyebrows were knit together, you sure were taking your sweet time. Clicking his tongue, you shift your gaze from following your hand to his eyes. He didn’t need to say it to you, your throat was going to be abused.

You opened your mouth, licking your lips as you taste the saltiness of your tears. Naoya yanked on your hair once more, your mouth aligning with the tip of his cock. You lowered your head, mouth becoming full as he hit the back of your throat. Cheeks hollowed, you started bobbing your head up and down his length, tongue working on a prominent vein that lined it. He did favor your mouth on him over anyone else’s.

Naoya let loose, his face relaxing as he tossed his head back, eyes closed. His grip on your hair tightened while he pushed your head down his length. You stayed there, trying to make use of the short amount of oxygen you were getting. With the release of his grip, almost immediately, you backed off. Your chest heaved, the mess of sweat, tears, and saliva on your face shining as you coughed.

“Tsk. Can’t trust women to do anything can you?” He snickered as you lowered your head onto his cock again. That won’t do anymore. He pulled you off, pulling on your hair to make you look up at him. “Take off your clothes.”

You got up, hands on the couch for support. One by one, the white button-up, your black pants, along with your undergarments got discarded on the floor. You were hit by the cold of the room as you sat down beside him, head hung low with your hands on your knees. You were closed off, again waiting for his instruction.

The couch was fairly big, so when he told you to lay down, you had plenty of space to do so. Your head was resting on a throw pillow, looking up as you laid completely flat. The weight on the couch shifts, Naoya on his knees raising one of your legs to place on his

shoulders. He slowly closed the distance between you, him completely against you as he stroked his cock onto your slit, spreading his precum in your folds. You looked into his eyes, his hair slightly disheveled on his head as he looked into yours. His cocky smile was there, teeth shining before he aligned his tip to your entrance.

Your hands gripped the couch cushions, the stretch of his cock inside you was always bitterly painful. You should’ve been used to this by now.

He wasted no time, wanting to reach his high in your tight hole as fast as possible. His thrusts were always the same; strong as he hit the right spots, but he never cared for your orgasm. So he did what he wanted. You were okay nevertheless, he was skilled enough that you do reach your orgasm before his. So when he reached his own, he spilled his cum inside of you as you tightened on him.

“I’ll get the bitch out, then we’ll continue on the bed.” His breaths were heavy, finally getting his wanted high before pulling out of you. You did nothing but lay there, waiting for him to carry you to the bed.

The audible shuffling, along with the grunts and pleas for an explanation as to why the girl was getting discarded after being fucked dumb was all you could hear. You looked to the side, where the door to your room was visible as a woman slowly exited the place, only looking toward the door with her eyes only partially open.

The front door clicked when she left, leaving you and Naoya alone. He went back out and came close to you, lifting you up from the sofa to place you onto the mattress of your bed. Sure, you cared that he shared this with countless other women, but you could never get tired of the warm lighting in the room. The ambiance as he got on top of you, fucking you until he wanted to stop. You couldn't really leave this man, can you?

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TAGS: @jadeisthirsting, @fiona782, @earlesskitten

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[euphorikaisen]

♠︎♠𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖐𝖙𝖔𝖇𝖊𝖗 𝖒𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

𝗧𝗔𝗚𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧!

⚔︎ here's to hoping my first kinktober goes well !

1-3: 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 [𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃] 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑 | 𝐍𝐀𝐎𝐘𝐀 𝐙𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍

blackmailing, gaslighting, mind play

4-6: 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐘 𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐑𝐘 | 𝐇𝐀𝐉𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐊𝐎𝐊𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐈

gun kink, knife play, blood kink

7-9: 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐋 | 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔

bondage, gagging, blindfold, slight femdom

10-12: 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐓𝐇𝐘 | 𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐑

candle wax play, wet and messy fetish, ice play

13-15: 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔 | 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐎

perverted, underwear stealing, cigarette burning

16-18: 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐕𝐀 | 𝐒𝐄𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐍

weapon fetish, intoxication, robbery

19-21: 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐃 | 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎

anonymous sex, virgin, online streaming

22-24: 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 | 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎

pregnant sex, lactation, cum play

25-27: 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄 | 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔

ddlg, thigh fucking, face sitting

28-30: 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐂 | 𝐔𝐙𝐔𝐈 𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐍

massage oils, massage therapy, oiled sex

31: 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧...

© euphorikaisen 2021

[euphorikaisen]

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 [𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃] 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑

kinktober day 1-3 || NAOYA ZENIN

WARNINGS: MIND PLAY, SLIGHT DUBCON, BLACKMAIL, GASLIGHTING, CURSING, BLOWJOB, COUCH SEX, LACK OF PROOFREADING

WORD COUNT: 1.3K

A/N: this fic is kinda late and short :(( but first time writing for naoya and i hope i did it justice, this could also be total crap because my assignments plague my mind but enjoy :))

Your keys, along with your bag crash on the floor as the sight of your boyfriend screwing another girl fills your senses with a load of emotions. Tired from work, you just expected to lay down after a hot bath with Naoya. Instead, rage and hatred replaced the tiredness before. Your boyfriend kindly pulled out of the girl, whose face is stuffed between the countless pillows you lay your head against every night.

You shouldn’t be feeling like this, he gave you everything. Maybe you were just lacking. Your heart pumped against your chest as Naoya rolled his eyes before putting on his boxers. He walked towards your shaking figure, tears streaming down your face before clicking his tongue. You raised your hand slowly, quivering as you threatened a slap on his face, a painful one to possibly emulate how you feel right now. However, you were doomed by his reflexes, gripping your wrist, hand not even making contact with his cheek.

Naoya’s grip was strong, you felt the weight almost crushing your wrist before he forcefully let it go. Your mind was in pieces, countless thoughts running through it, you had to let some sort of noise out.

“W-When. Since when did you start going behind my ba-” A hearty laugh from him was the response you got. “Darling, I’ve been doing it since forever. Besides, you’re rarely home.”

It was true. You worked far from his place, from which he pushed you to live in with him. He got you a service, getting you to and from work at ungodly hours just so you could please him. He was right, you were rarely home. It was your fault.

“You probably do this too, yeah? Go behind my back while you’re at ‘work’.” You were looking down, not making eye contact as he went on, unmoving from his spot right in front of you. “You’re a whore. Good for nothing woman.” He had a smile on his face, fingers making contact with your chin before lifting your face to meet his eyes. Your tears never stopped streaming, vision blurry with only splotches of color visible. But his smile was visible enough for even the unmoving girl whose face never left the pillows.

“But you’re mine, yeah? So if you think of doing something stupid. Like, say, leave me...” He lowered his head, whispering into your ear. “You know what I’m capable of. You’ll lose everything. Don't be stupid.”

You didn’t doubt this one bit, you did know what he can do with his own hands. He had connections everywhere, he could watch over you, torture you without bringing harm to himself. You might as well say that you’d be bleeding on the floor if you did something unpleasant. So it never crossed your mind.

You slowly shook your head, his hand leaving your face as you lowered it back down.

“Well, you’re good for one thing.” You felt yourself get dragged in front of the living room couch, not even fighting back as he sat down in front of you. You were unmoving, waiting for his instruction, witnessing him remove his boxers. “Didn’t get to cum earlier, you are a bitch. You know what to do.”

You were still unmoving, the tears slowed down but you haven’t gained full control of yourself yet. And this was getting on his nerves. “Stop your fucking crying.” He dragged you down by your hand, the abruptness making you stumble into his lap. You look up at him, positioning yourself between his legs, trying to stop the slow flow of tears. Naoya took matters into his own hands, grabbing his boxers from the side as he yanks on your hair with his free hand.

“Stop fucking crying.” He held the fabric of his boxers, forcefully wiping your tear-stained cheeks with them. The sensation of the otherwise soft fabric scratching your already sensitive cheeks stung a bit. You tried to hold in the tears as his hand that held his boxers went back to his side, the grip on your hair still strong. You slowly reached for his half-hard cock, stroking it as he stared into your soul.

His eyebrows were knit together, you sure were taking your sweet time. Clicking his tongue, you shift your gaze from following your hand to his eyes. He didn’t need to say it to you, your throat was going to be abused.

You opened your mouth, licking your lips as you taste the saltiness of your tears. Naoya yanked on your hair once more, your mouth aligning with the tip of his cock. You lowered your head, mouth becoming full as he hit the back of your throat. Cheeks hollowed, you started bobbing your head up and down his length, tongue working on a prominent vein that lined it. He did favor your mouth on him over anyone else’s.

Naoya let loose, his face relaxing as he tossed his head back, eyes closed. His grip on your hair tightened while he pushed your head down his length. You stayed there, trying to make use of the short amount of oxygen you were getting. With the release of his grip, almost immediately, you backed off. Your chest heaved, the mess of sweat, tears, and saliva on your face shining as you coughed.

“Tsk. Can’t trust women to do anything can you?” He snickered as you lowered your head onto his cock again. That won’t do anymore. He pulled you off, pulling on your hair to make you look up at him. “Take off your clothes.”

You got up, hands on the couch for support. One by one, the white button-up, your black pants, along with your undergarments got discarded on the floor. You were hit by the cold of the room as you sat down beside him, head hung low with your hands on your knees. You were closed off, again waiting for his instruction.

The couch was fairly big, so when he told you to lay down, you had plenty of space to do so. Your head was resting on a throw pillow, looking up as you laid completely flat. The weight on the couch shifts, Naoya on his knees raising one of your legs to place on his

shoulders. He slowly closed the distance between you, him completely against you as he stroked his cock onto your slit, spreading his precum in your folds. You looked into his eyes, his hair slightly disheveled on his head as he looked into yours. His cocky smile was there, teeth shining before he aligned his tip to your entrance.

Your hands gripped the couch cushions, the stretch of his cock inside you was always bitterly painful. You should’ve been used to this by now.

He wasted no time, wanting to reach his high in your tight hole as fast as possible. His thrusts were always the same; strong as he hit the right spots, but he never cared for your orgasm. So he did what he wanted. You were okay nevertheless, he was skilled enough that you do reach your orgasm before his. So when he reached his own, he spilled his cum inside of you as you tightened on him.

“I’ll get the bitch out, then we’ll continue on the bed.” His breaths were heavy, finally getting his wanted high before pulling out of you. You did nothing but lay there, waiting for him to carry you to the bed.

The audible shuffling, along with the grunts and pleas for an explanation as to why the girl was getting discarded after being fucked dumb was all you could hear. You looked to the side, where the door to your room was visible as a woman slowly exited the place, only looking toward the door with her eyes only partially open.

The front door clicked when she left, leaving you and Naoya alone. He went back out and came close to you, lifting you up from the sofa to place you onto the mattress of your bed. Sure, you cared that he shared this with countless other women, but you could never get tired of the warm lighting in the room. The ambiance as he got on top of you, fucking you until he wanted to stop. You couldn't really leave this man, can you?

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kinktober taglist • kinktober masterlist

#jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #jjk x y/n #jujutsu kaisen smut #naoya zenin #naoya zenin x reader #jujutsu kaisen naoya #jjk naoya #naoya zenin smut #naoya zen'in x reader #naoya x you #naoya x y/n #naoya x reader #naoya angst #kinktober 2021 #kinktober day one #kinktober day 1 #zenin naoya #zen'in naoya #naoya zenin x reader smut #naoya x reader smut #jjk fanfic #jjk fanfiction #jjk #naoya #jjk zenin

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remembering this meme, i drew something in class

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk memes #jjk meme #jujutsu kaisen meme #jujutsu kaisen fanart #jjk fanart #jjk toji #jjk gojo #jjk megumi #jjk geto #jjk getou #toji fushiguro #fushiguro toji #geto suguru #suguru geto #gojo satoru #satoru gojo #megumi fushiguro #fushiguro megumi #cursed image #fanart #meme art #toji zenin #euphorikaisen #meme redraw

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‼️JJK CHAPTER 161 SPOILERS ‼️

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megumi along with the women he meets get hotter every chapter

#jjk manga #jjk manga spoilers #jujutsu kaisen manga #jujutsu kaisen manga spoilers #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk spoilers #jjk 161 #megumi fushiguro manga #jjk remi #jjk megumi

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♠︎♠𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖐𝖙𝖔𝖇𝖊𝖗 𝖒𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

𝗧𝗔𝗚𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧!

⚔︎ here's to hoping my first kinktober goes well !

1-3: 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 [𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃] 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑 | 𝐍𝐀𝐎𝐘𝐀 𝐙𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍

blackmailing, gaslighting, mind play

4-6: 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐘 𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐑𝐘 | 𝐇𝐀𝐉𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐊𝐎𝐊𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐈

gun kink, knife play, blood kink

7-9: 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐋 | 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔

bondage, gagging, blindfold, slight femdom

10-12: 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐓𝐇𝐘 | 𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐑

candle wax play, wet and messy fetish, ice play

13-15: 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔 | 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐎

perverted, underwear stealing, cigarette burning

16-18: 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐕𝐀 | 𝐒𝐄𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐍

weapon fetish, intoxication, robbery

19-21: 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐃 | 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎

anonymous sex, virgin, online streaming

22-24: 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 | 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎

pregnant sex, lactation, cum play

25-27: 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄 | 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔

ddlg, thigh fucking, face sitting

28-30: 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐂 | 𝐔𝐙𝐔𝐈 𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐍

massage oils, massage therapy, oiled sex

31: 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧...

© euphorikaisen 2021

#euphorikaisen #navi #kinktober 2021 #jjk #tokrev #ynm #kny #masterlist #kinktober masterlist #kinktober 2021 masterlist

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the space between dream and reality is the most twisted of them all

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dropping by to say that i'll start postingg fics again for kinktober! school is rough right now so i didn't have the time (sorry)

#aika blabbers #im still alive dw

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‼️JJK CHAPTER 160 SPOILERS ‼️

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pls its so funny how sukuna and megumi are fighting 😭

#jjk 160 #jujutsu kaisen fushiguro #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk manga #jjk manga spoilers #jujutsu kaisen manga #megumi fushiguro manga #megumi jjk #jujutsu kaisen megumi #jjk sukuna #jjk itadori #jjk panda

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i dont want to “be a big blog” i want to get asks everyday

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支配の悪魔 | THE CONTROL DEVIL

#csm #chainsaw man fanart #csm makima #chainsaw man #csm fanart #makima #chainsawman makima #makima fanart #control devil #the control devil

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😗❤️

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#legitimately feeling useless rn bc of this #like wtf brain