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CHAPTER 2

Pairing: Eren x Fem! Reader

WC: 6.1k

CW/TAGS: Angst, Physical violence, College AU, Frat Eren, insecurities, shy reader.

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Your thumbs move to the top of your screen, opening the notification. It takes you to the full screen, showing the text in all its glory. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, wondering if this person texted the wrong number. And if they didn’t, then what business did they have with you?

You contemplate on texting them back, you don’t see anything wrong with being curious on who it was. So with that conclusion, your fingers shakily moved to text them back. You sent a short and simple “Who is this?” before shutting off your phone and setting it beside you. However, to your dismay, the reply was almost instant.

“The guy you bumped into yesterday who else”

The only word running through your head was “odd”. Why would he text you apologizing when he obviously didn’t care yesterday. You replied with “it’s okay?” before biting your lip, anxiously waiting for a reply.

“Making it clear now that Mikasa is the one who told me to apologize”

You could only roll your eyes and let out a humorless laugh at his text. Of course he didn’t apologize to you out of his own accord. You replied with “Oh ok” in hopes of ending the conversation there, and it seemed like he took the hint. Five minutes after you replied, he left you on read and made no move to text you back.

With that, you left the conversation behind and rested your head on your pillow, just staring at the ceiling. Not even a few minutes later you get another text message notification from your phone. Letting out a big groan (which in retrospect was a bit dramatic but you think it’s deserved. How dare people interrupt your rest time), you grab your phone and look at who texted you now.

Honestly, you expected it to be the guy from last night, maybe he didn’t take the hint, but as you check your phone you immediately notice that it was Jean. It was just a straightforward “Come over.”, no context, no explanation, just those two simple words. You didn’t know how to feel, especially after last night.

You honestly didn’t feel like facing Jean, you already felt like shit to begin with, and facing him just to get names yelled at you once again…

You turn to lay on your stomach and shove your face into your pillow, which successfully muffled your groan. You weigh the options in your head, you can ignore him, confront him later about whatever he wants to talk about. Or you can talk to him now. Each decision leaves a heavy feeling in your chest. You raise your head from your pillow just to drop it roughly back onto your pillow.

That didn’t really help your thoughts to stop running all over the place but hey, it's the thought that counts.

After taking a few hours to yourself and watching whatever catches your attention on your phone (also called ignoring your problems), you begrudgingly collect your things in your bag and leave your dorm to head to your lecture.

On the way there, albeit it wasn’t that long of a walk, perhaps 10 minutes tops, you took a minute to just ignore everything and appreciate the scenery. The little puddles on the ground from the rain that must’ve happened at night, the swaying of the branches as the wind combs through them. As you walk, you tilt your head up a little bit and close your eyes, just taking in the air. Everything was peaceful until you heard yelling in the background.

Looking over you see a few boys just messing around. You don’t have enough interest to actually observe what they’re doing. Just as you were about to turn away however, you made eye contact with one of the boys.

Honestly, he looked so familiar. The brown hair and green eyes that seem like they’re staring right into you, analyzing every small feature about you. You can’t help but tilt your head in confusion when a few seconds have passed and he still hasn’t looked away from you. It made sense for you to not look away, you were just trying to figure out why he looked so familiar.

So why was he still looking at you?

You decided to brush it off and keep walking.

Once you sit down you make sure to place down everything in front of you. This was a daily routine that has yet to fail you. Get to class early, make sure you have everything like your writing utensils, macbook, headphones blah blah. You always made sure to arrive early. You’d rather die than look stupid trying to find where to sit when class starts in 5 minutes. Always choosing to sit somewhere in the middle, not too close where you feel as if everyone is staring holes into your back, but not far enough where you couldn’t see anything.

To pass the time, you gnaw on your pen. Pretty gross, but it’s either that or your nails and in all honesty, you like your nails. There was a never ending debate in your head ever since you decided to ignore Jeans text. Was it really a good idea? The more time passes, the more regret pools in your stomach, leaving a nauseating feeling.

The sound of a chair moving next to you broke you out of your thoughts. Your eyes immediately dart to the clock, it shows that class started 5 minutes ago. Were you really that distracted?

“Hey!” a cheery and a tad bit too excited to be in class voice sounded next to you. Looking to your right, you see the auburn haired girl seated next to you with a beaming smile spread across her face.

You looked at her with no words leaving your lips. Your eyebrows raised in surprise. Was she supposed to be here?

Not even noticing your more than confused state, she continues, “I didn’t know you took this class but then the one time I decided to not come late” she stops to chew on chips, that you honestly had no idea where they came from before continuing, “I saw you and well here we are”. She ends her sentence with a smile while still chewing.

You offer her a small upturn in your lips before saying “It’s nice to have someone I know in here”. You lean forward and rest your head on your left hand and focus your attention on the professor who just started speaking.

As time passes you can hear the girl next to you, who you remember as Sasha, try to start a small conversation with you as the lecture goes on. Normally, you would try to the best of your abilities to indulge in her, especially since she’s such a sweet girl (to you at least). However the thoughts of people hearing you, or having anybody's attention on you just sent chills down your spine.

When the professor starts to wrap up the end of today's lesson, you gather your things but out of the corner of your eye you see Sasha looking at you. When you turn to face her she looks down in front of her with a blush on her cheeks. Almost as if she’s been caught doing something she’s not supposed to. You fully turn your body towards her and give her a questioning look.

She says your name softly while still looking at the space in front of her before turning towards you abruptly with a twinkle in her eye. You were surprised she didn’t experience whiplash with how fast she turned her head, or how you didn’t fall out of your chair due to how much you flinched.

“I was wondering”, she leans forward towards you, not breaking eye contact nor did the bright excited smile on her face waver.

“Uh, yes?” you softly say. You tilt your head to the ground in embarrassment, noticing a few head turns your way because of how outspoken the auburn hair girl is in front of you.

“Well everyone at the party really seemed to like you. Including me!” her eyes light up as she follows up. “Sooo I was totally wondering if you’d like to join us this weekend!”. Her hands clasped yours, her eyes staring into yours exactly like if a dog was just given a brand new bone.

You silently praise the happiness that seems to flow in Sashas blood 24/7. You just don’t know how she does it.

“What are we going to be doing?” you questioned. If it involves any fraternity bullshit like last time you’re out.

“Okay sooo” she looks to the side as she drags out her words. “Some sorority girls and fraternity boys are going out to this super cool bar that like opened a week ago”. You deadpan. “And after uhh what day is it?” she stops her rambling and puts a finger on her chin in thought.

“Monday.” you answer.

Sasha looks at you like you hung the stars. “Yeah!”, her hand squeezes yours in excitement.

“After Saturday's party, everyone really wanted to have a good time again but in a smaller group so we all settled on going to the new bar.” Once Sasha finishes her rambling, she looks at you expectantly.

Her hands were still around yours softly as she was looking at you with wide, innocent, beaming eyes. You just couldn’t say no to her, but after the last time you tried to put yourself out there, tried to make friends, aka two days ago, it made you want to get hit by a car. Not so much that you die, but maybe give you a broken leg. A shiver runs down your spine as you remember the cold look the tall boy gave you when you made eye contact with you.

Yeah, going out was not on your plans for the week, or the week after, or the month after.

Shifting your eyes to look at the silently pleading girl in front of you was a bad, bad, decision.

“Uhh” your voice comes out shaky, you bite your body lip as some form of reassurance. “Sure..”.

Your chair tilts backwards a bit when the auburn haired girl practically jumps on you and gives you a big bear hug. She rubs her cheek on yours while repeatedly cheering yay.

As long as you made one person happy, you suppose it made you happy, too.

—-------

You smash face first right into your bed, literally getting ready to sink right into it until you hear Mikasa call your name from the living room part of your dorm. You let out a big, long, dramatic groan before slowly getting up from your comfortable bed (which leaves you crying on the inside), then drag your feet to where Mikasa is.

You make your way to the couch, sitting cross legged and grabbing a pillow to hug. Mikasa was sitting beside you, her body faced towards yours.

“You holding up okay?” The black haired girl softly questions, her hand moving to your knee and rubbing soft circles with her thumb.

Thinking back to your class today, it was actually not that terrible. You suppose Sashas presence made a difference, like the whole world wasn’t mad at you over that one little incident on Saturday.

A smile graced your features when you replied “I’m doing okay.” And you meant it.

Mikasa's thumb continued to rub circles softly on your thigh.

You hear your phone start to ring from where you left it on your bed. You fought to keep the smile on your face as you excused yourself in front of Mikasa. You only have 2 people's number in your phone (as sad as that is), and Mikasa is well, right there. So if it’s not her, then it’s Jean…

Dread starts to pool in your stomach as each step leads you closer and closer to your phone. The regret of not answering Jean this morning really fucking made itself known in your throat. It felt as if you were going to throw up. And perhaps, if the nauseous feeling persisted, then you would.

Your hand shakily reached toward your phone once you were within reach. Your eyes moved to your wrist that was covered by the long sleeve shirt you were wearing, reminding you of the bruises that your boyfriend has left on you.

With one more deep breath, you finally press the button to return his call. You sucked in a breath as you immediately heard his booming voice.

“Where the fuck are you”, his loud voice practically breaks through the speakers of your phone. Instinctively, you flinch back at the sound of his voice.

“Oh..I..um”, you hate that you fumble over your words. You hate how your voice sounds like a newborn deer's wobbling legs, fighting to stand for the first time.

“Didn’t I tell you to come over?” Jean's words come out like a raspy growl, the sound of his voice feels like it’s scratching the inside of your ears, making them bleed. You just know he’s pissed off. You know that you pissed him off.

“I, uh, well, yeah but..” you try to get your words out as fast as possible, in fear that you’d make yourself sound stupid, or that you’d trip over your words.

“But what.” Jeans words come out like a silent challenge. Like they’re challenging you to go against him.

As you speak on the phone with him, you made a point to change into more presentable clothes and fix up your hair. “I had a lecture I had to attend” you softly say as you double check that you had everything. You swiftly move into the living room and glance at Mikasa, who was already looking at you with a questioning look on her face. You mouth “Jean” to her in hopes to slightly reassure any conclusions that she had come up with herself before leaving out the door of your dorm.

You hear Jean click his teeth on the phone before opening his mouth to say something, but you use that opportunity to cut him off.

“I’m on my way right now, Jean.” you contemplated if you should’ve called him a corny pet name like babe, or love, but you know if you even attempted, the names would feel rotten on your tongue.

The only response you get is the sound of beeping, signaling to you that he hung up.

You let out a shuddering breath, you didn’t know if it was from the breeze the October weather seemed to throw in your face or the fact you have to face Jean. Right now, either answer would suffice for you.

You grip the edge of your zip up hoodie with the ends of your fingers for some kind of support as you slowly make your way to his dormitory building. Even as you made your way inside of the warm building your body was still shaking. You know it was because you’d have to see Jean in probably 5 minutes but to offer some relief to yourself, you repeatedly tell yourself that it was the cold, autumn air.

The elevator doors open, telling you that you made it to your boyfriend's floor. You quickly walk over to his door while looking at the floor. Might as well get this over you mutter under your breath as you raise your fist to knock on the door in front of you.

To your surprise though, right as your fist was going to land, the door swung open and you saw the face of the light brunette haired man staring down at you. You immediately notice the way his eyes pierce through you, as if they’re trying to rip you apart from the inside out.

You close your eyes when he leans over you, fully expecting him to lay his hands on you in some type of way, but when you open your eyes, you see him looking over you. That was short-lived though, he swiftly pulled you into his dorm after he saw that the hallway outside was clear and slammed the door behind you.

You jump in place when you hear the sound of the door slamming against its hinges. You try to close your eyes and take deep breaths to stabilize yourself however that is also short-lived when you feel yourself getting harshly slammed into the door behind you.

The air out of your lungs gets knocked out of you, your eyes go wide in shock as the repulsive feeling spreads through your back.

Literally what the fuck.

His hands grip around your throat with a ruthless grip as he leans forward, nose to nose with you.

Your pitiful whimpers ring throughout the dormitory, you could laugh at how fucking useless you felt while clawing at his forearm in a fruitful attempt to get his hands off of you.

“So,” he rasps out condescendingly, “Slut yourself out to other fuckers at the party, huh?”. His face tilts to the side as he (quite rudely, in your humble opinion) accuses you of cheating.

You try, you really do, to try and throw out the word “no”, but due to the lack of air, it was quite a pathetic attempt. You settle for frantically shaking your head no.

That seems to satisfy the man in front of you, though, and with one last (quite petty, again, in your opinion) harsh thrash of your body against the door, he lets go and steps back.

You feel so fucking pathetic on the floor, taking big breaths of air as if you were put on this very earth to just open your mouth to take in generous amounts of air and look like a stupid fucking fish while doing so.

The light brunette haired man crouched down in front of you, just staring at you.

You squirmed around where you sat against the wall, frantically looking anywhere, anywhere but him.

“Come”, he stands up and makes his way to the kitchen, automatically expecting you to follow him. And you do.

“Sit”, he commands you.

And you do. You sit down on the stool that was halfway beneath the kitchen island.

The both of you are silent. Jean makes his way around the kitchen island and near the cabinets, he grabs a glass cup and pours tap water. The sound of the water hitting the inside of the cup sounded throughout the entirety of the dorm, it was eerie if anything.

Your eyebrows slightly raise and your body goes stiff when you see that he slid the cup of water towards you. You feel pressured to take a sip when you see him leaning on the island, just looking at you, expecting you to drink it.

After you take a sip, you place the cup in front of you while never releasing your grip from it. The glass in your hands shakes, the water swishing from side to side.

He calls out your name, in the same tone a parent would as if they’re disappointed in you. You look up at him with wide eyes, not knowing what to expect.

“You know”, he sighs and looks down at his interlocked fingers. “You know I love you, right?”, he’s still looking down at his fingers, you couldn’t see his expression from where you sit.

Your mouth goes agape at the sudden confession. You had no clue where it came from, especially with how he just treated you. Realizing that he was waiting for you to answer, you quickly mutter a quick, soft, yes.

He raises his head at this, to look at you straight into your eyes.

The eye contact makes you nervous, even though he's gazing at you with no current malice in his eyes, you can’t help but feel unsettled.

Before you can even register his movement, you feel his hand softly caressing your cheek. You can’t remember the last time he has touched you so softly, so…lovingly. You shift in your chair to properly face him and look him in the eye, you see that he’s standing in front of you, still looking at you.

“I don’t mean to hurt you,” his voice comes out like a soft whisper. Even though you should, you don’t feel comforted. Not one bit. And that frightens you. “I just get so,” he stops for a moment to ponder what he should say next. To try and find the right words. “Irritated. I get irritated.” You direct your gaze at the floor and bite your lip.

So many thoughts are running through your head right now. Why? Why is he being so nice to you after fucking calling you nothing but degrading names for the past few months. Why is he suddenly changing now?

Does he regret how he treats you?

Every single thought that runs through your head makes you want to cry. You feel the tears threaten to spill out and you thank god that Jean can’t see your face right now. You have a feeling that you probably look disgusting right now.

He says your name to get your attention before continuing, “I just want you to listen to me. You’re the girl that I love, and I know how people are. If you go out, if you go to those stupid parties, people will do nothing but use you. If you happen to make any friends, they just want to hurt you”.

He removes the hand that was lightly caressing your cheek. He crouches down in front of you, his hands now resting on both of your knees, rubbing soft, smooth circles on them.

“I know what’s best for you, okay?” he looks at you as he states his feelings.

You, on the other hand, don’t know what to feel. You have so many conflicting emotions running through your body that it feels as if you were going to explode any second now. You couldn’t help the tears that ran down your cheeks, or the sniffle that left your nose. Was he finally going to treat you better?

“Okay..” You stutter out. You rest your hands on top of his and bite your lip once more.

You suddenly felt tired, just of everything. You couldn’t handle such a fast change in one day. In one hour.

“Follow me, baby. It’s been a while since we laid down together, yeah?” Jean stands up and walks towards his bedroom, leaving no room for arguments.

You slowly get up from where you sit, you notice that your legs are still somewhat shaking from earlier, as well as your hands.

Somewhere in your subconscious, you knew following him into his bedroom wasn’t a good idea. It was too late, however, when you found yourself laying down next to him, stiffly resting in his arms.

“I miss this, I miss you” his voice is muffled against your head. Right now, your face is squished into his chest while his arm is slung over your waist, both of your legs are entangled with one another.

You wish so fucking much that you can say you felt at peace right now and mean it, but you can’t. Every touch the man leaves on you makes you feel rigid, his touch leaves a burning sensation on your skin that makes you want to ball up and die.

You were so confused. You love Jean, so why does he make you feel this way?

You feel the burning sensation under your chin now, you immediately dart your eyes to where you see Jean. His thumb and pointer finger rest under your chin to tilt your head up and look at him. You feel as if you’re stuck in place when you see him lean into you, and eventually lock his lips with yours.

You could throw up right now.

The light brunette haired man moved his lips at a faster pace against yours. It was as if he didn’t care about whether you were enjoying the kiss or not. You feel his tongue prodding your lowing lip, silently demanding entrance into your mouth. You gasp at the feeling, and he takes that opportunity to shove his tongue into your mouth.

Your senses quickly come back to you and you shove Jean with enough strength to separate both of your lips. You hastily move your body away from him to put breathing room between the both of you.

“I..I think I should” you stammer out.

You didn’t have a chance to finish your sentence, nor was given any opportunity to move. Jean roughly grabbed the back of your head and slammed your lips into his once more. You can feel the brutality of his lips against yours, it felt as if multiple needles were stabbing into your lips at once.

Tears start to protrude at the corner of your eyes, one blink could instantly make them fall out.

You take in a big gasp of air when he finally relents the attack on your lips and moves on to your neck. With the new position, you have more freedom to push him away but his grip on your waist was too strong. You felt so fucking hopeless and trapped.

“Jean I...I need to go” your voice comes out as a sob. You don’t know why you were crying, but you didn’t like any of this. You don’t like the feeling of his lips on your body, you don’t like the feeling of his hand on your waist. He was supposed to make you feel protected, so why do you feel like every touch of his hurts you.

“Shut the fuck up” he growls out against the skin on your neck.

You really wanted to just die right now.

Your fight or flight senses kick in when you feel his large hands grope your chest. In a panicked manner, you remove your leg from under him and kick him right in the stomach. The sound of his grunt leaves a sinking feeling in your stomach. You quickly dismiss whatever pain you inflicted on Jean and stumble off the bed.

As soon as you reach the door handle of his bedroom though, his arm encircles your waist and slams you against the wall next to the door.

Spit flies out of your mouth once your back hits the hard wall. You wouldn’t be surprised if the back of your head was bleeding right now.

A choked wail leaves your lips, a gut wrenching feeling makes home in your stomach. Your head instantly looks down to see his fist right in your stomach. The only conclusion you can come to is that…

He punched you right in the stomach.

“You fucking ungrateful bitch” Jean spits out with a snarl on his face. His calloused hand roughly grabs your wrist to pin you to the wall. He leaned in too close for comfort before raging on, “you think anybody else but me would put up with you?”

Your lips quiver and tears flow down your cheeks. Your wrists start to ache because of the unforgiving grip the man before you has on them.

“I mean just look at you,” he scoffs. He looks you up and down, slowly analyzing every part of your body. You squirm in place, trying to get away from him. The mere action of him looking at you makes you feel like absolutely shit. Like you're worth nothing. “You look fucking disgusting. You’re lucky to have found me.”

You notice a glint in his eye, it’s like he views himself as some being that’s above you. And as of now, you feel as if that’s your reality. Everytime you’re with him, you feel so helpless and weak.

“Leave me alone,” you choked out, your words barely comprehensible due to the sounds of your sniffling and sobbing.

He removes his hand from your wrist to slap your face, the sound of a smack rings in the air.

“Get the fuck out my face. I can’t stand to see your disgusting pathetic face in front of me anymore”.

And you do.

You never once looked back to your boyfriends dormitory building. If you did, you knew that you’d throw up at the sight of it.

—-

When you return back into your own dorm you instantly notice that Mikasa’s shoes aren't present, meaning that she must be out. That’s better for you, at least you can cry in peace now. You love Mikasa to death but after that, you just want to be alone.

You bitterly kick off your shoes and go towards the bathroom, slamming and locking the door behind you. You look into the mirror to examine how you look and just wow, you bitterly smile to yourself. You look like shit, just what you expected.

You unzip your jacket and throw it to the floor defeatedly, next, you take off your shirt which leaves you in your bra. You inwardly cringe at the purple bruise that’s already forming near the bottom of your stomach. In all honesty, you’re glad that Jean has enough common sense to leave a bruise where it’s not noticeable. It would be such a pain in the ass if people were to come up to you, pestering you about every single bruise that danced across your skin.

Your hands rest on the bruise that is forming on your stomach while taking in the time to really look at yourself. Jean was right, you do look disgusting.

Who the hell would want you when you look like this. Every other girl on campus had a perfect body, a perfect smile, voluminous hair, they had everything you didn’t. You laugh at the thought that you’d be lucky if people even considered you human.

One of your hands still rests against the bruise while the other travels along your body, inspecting every single imperfection you could find. And damn, there was a lot.

All you could do now was hopelessly cry to yourself. Why the hell were you so…you?

Why couldn’t you be born to be someone else, someone more perfect?

You feel weak as you lift your arm to the door to unlock it. Every step you made towards your bedroom felt heavy, like you’d sink into the floor at any given moment.

When you arrive at your room, you instantly change into something comfier and finally, finally, face plant into your bed. You shift around so every single blanket that was laid across your bed was smothering you, barely leaving you any room to breathe. Right then and there you wish to sink into your bed and never return. That would be a greater future for you than living.

As time passes while you rot in bed, sleep soon overtakes you.

—-

You straight away notice the moonlight seeping through your window when you wake up. You rub your eyes in a futile attempt to get your eyesight less blurry before looking around your surroundings. You notice the big lump of blankets on the bed opposite of you, and you come to the conclusion that Mikasa has returned.

You contemplate going back to sleep or getting a glass of water, but when you tried to lay back down, your throat instantly disagreed with you. Whatever.

When you get into the kitchen your eyes notice the time shining on the clock that was displayed on the oven. Your eyes practically bulge out of your head when you see that it is 1:34am. Holy shit.

Wait.

Wait…

You had another lecture today that was held in the evening.

Maybe taking a nap on a busy highway was your life purpose.

You silently curse to yourself. Fuck fuck fuck. You never missed a class on purpose, actually, this was the first time you actually did so. You swiftly turn around, glass of water be damned and speedily stomped your way to your macbook to type an email to your professor.

Your fingers hurriedly pressed against the keys of your computer. You sighed in relief when you finally sent the email making up some bullshit excuse saying that you were sick.

If your dorm happened to blow up you wouldn’t even flinch in the slightest, not after today's events.

—-

It was now Thursday. After the last few days, let’s just say you looked and felt like shit. You barely ate any meals unless Mikasa went out of her way to serve you any meals in bed. Which was rare due to her busy schedule with classes and handling any sorority business. Your lips were chapped due to dehydration but to make yourself feel better you just say that they’re chapped due to the autumn air.

If you weren’t at any of your lectures then you were holed up in your room, burrowed underneath your mountain of blankets.

Mikasa, obviously expressed her concern. And you felt bad about lying to her, saying you were just under the weather when really your shitty boyfriend was the cause behind your behavior.

She didn’t believe you, at all. Every time you said that you were “sick”, disbelief was written all across her face.

Before you gave her a chance to answer, though, you always turned away and dismissed her, avoiding any further questions or comments.

It was bad, you were bad.

And of course, the view on your body was also bad.

Late at night whenever Mikasa was sleeping, you sneakily crept into the bathroom to view yourself in the mirror. Every time you do so, Jeans words rung through your head like a mantra. You can’t help but think his words held some truth to them.

If they didn’t, then why didn’t anyone have any romantic interest in you before Jean, why were you always excluded from everybody? You know you weren’t the most extroverted but still, just what was wrong with you?

Every single day those questions repeat in your head. Every single day since Monday it has been a constant battle to not just break down crying.

Now though, you had something to do. You had to speak to your professor, his office hours were today and you’d be damned if you miss it. You vowed to yourself since the beginning of the year to not fall behind on your studies. Jean can ruin a lot of things for you but not your devotion to your studies.

Speaking to someone that wasn’t Mikasa was hard, but you had time to mentally prepare yourself on the walk there.

As of right now, you are currently wearing a hoodie and sweats to hide your body. It was a bit informal to speak to your teacher in this kind of attire but Jeans words did leave an impact on you, as much as you hate to admit it.

Looking around, you bask in the cold air. You take deep breaths to stabilize yourself, to try and etch away the burning feeling in your throat. Maybe you should’ve drank some water before leaving your dorm…

When you finally enter the doors to the lecture hall, you immediately notice that you weren’t the only one present in the room excluding your professor.

“The both of you are finally here.” your teacher's voice sounds throughout the room, the echo prominent against your ears.

A small confused sound leaves your lips.

Your professor, Mr. Ackerman, says your full name, introducing you to the other male in the room.

“And this is Eren Yeager”, Mr. Ackerman states.

You turn your head to look at the boy standing beside you, but slightly jump back when you see his eyes are already on you.

Your heart drops to your ass a second time. Or a third time. Or a fourth. Who’s counting at this point.

It finally clicked in your brain where you know this guy from.

He’s the same one from the party on Saturday.

Yup. Okay. Whatever.

If this was God's way of making fun of you then he wins. You are waving the white flag right fucking now. First Jean, then him. What next? What could possibly be next.

Mr. Ackerman crosses his arms as he leans against his desk.

“Both of you were tardy from my class Monday”. He says sternly, looking at the both of you. If looks could kill, you’d be on fire right now, you think.

“Monday, there was an important partner project that was assigned”, he huffed.

You could tell he didn’t want to be here as much as you did.

Next to you, you hear the taller boy next to you grumble under his breath.

“So. I think the only reasonable thing to do is make the two of you be partners for this project. Given that, everybody else is already paired with someone”, Mr. Ackerman declared.

Oh.

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feelings/ pt 1

eren x reader, childhood friends to lovers, mutual pining, drunk confession

you knew eren before you knew him. his mom and your mom were the best of friends in highschool, and a friendship was fated from the start. from family barbecues to birthdays, you two were always together. “inseparable” is what carla describes us. eren always scoffed when mom would say we would get married one day. my eyes would brighten at the mention.

eren was always the outsider growing up, the rebel. he grew his hair to his shoulders, didn’t get along with the popular crowd, got an illegal tattoo at 16, and religiously wore band tees. as we got older, i noticed him more and more. we were around each other so often, so close. when his voice got deeper and his arms became toned, i couldn’t help fighting my feelings. to him, we were friends. to me, he was more. i knew he never saw me the way because he slept around. he smoked and wasn’t afraid to break a few laws. hes the personification of the boys your mom will tell you to watch out for, because their mystery is so alluring that you won’t be able to resist, and that in the end, they will break your heart. mom would never see eren in another light though. nothing other than her best friends adorable, sweet child.

as i’m about to fall asleep, my phone buzzes on my bedside table and reach for it quickly.

R u awake

it’s 2 in the morning and i know what he’s been doing.

what’s up eren?

i wait anxiously.

Im sorru it’s so latew but can u pick me up from Jean’s please?

i immediately get up and throw on a zip up hoodie. i grab my keys and hurry out of my window. god, the things i do for this boy.

the first time i felt something for him was 6th grade. for a while, he had been trying to slum it with the popular boys, reiner, jean, flock, and zeke, in our class. it didn’t work. he was a puzzle piece that didn’t fit, but he tried and i watched. i watched him try biking every day after-school with them when i knew he preferred to go skating with me. i watched him try to salvage his failing math grade from constantly attempting to meet the demands of these boys, their constant hangouts that eren didn’t really look forward too, telling me how unfunny he thought their jokes were. i watched eren and the popular boys talk to the popular girls. seeing eren laughing with historian reiss made me fume. who was she to even speak to him? she doesn’t know him like that? she doesn’t know him like i do!

it was all jealousy. historia was beautiful, popular, and i knew eren thought so too, because i would see them drinking slurpees at the quick zip every friday after school. i fumed even more. there were rumors that they had even kissed. stupid me thought and dreamed that maybe he secretly wanted me, and maybe he secretly wanted me to be his first kiss. hearing the rumor crushed me. i was heartbroken, but i could never be mad at eren over some dream that would never come true.

but suddenly eren withdrew. historia and him never hung out on fridays and the popular boys treated eren like he were a plague. jean still spoke to him though, even with their bitter rivalry that he would never tell me stemmed from what. me and him were already attached at the hip by that point, but he stuck by me like glue from then on. i didn’t question it. i didn’t care too because that he wanted to spend time with me, me.

we spent the rest of our middle school and high-school years together. always turning around to make sure the other one was behind. always picking the same classes to take so that we’d be together. always going back to my place after school, sitting on my bed to talk about everything the world has to offer over and over again. i would always help him with math, and he would always defend me against the popular guys that pursued me, warning me that he knew their motives. that they didn’t want me for the right reasons. i understood and i kept away. but they didn’t.

junior year, after our AP physics class, the ringleader of the group, zeke, cornered me in the stairwell and confessed how long he had been wanting me. how much he needed me, and that i should come over sometime with his friends. and from that, i already had an idea that this was what eren was talking about. i tried to get out, but he wouldn’t let me. eren pushed him to the wall and fought him. jean and armin had to pull eren off of him. eren got suspended because he broke zekes nose, and he had to get surgery to fix the damage.

during erens suspension, we spoke.

“i don’t like how the guys are,” he starts, fixing the pink pillow under his head,” they get me so fucking mad.” he’s been staying at my house ever since he got suspended. his parents are mad.

i look up from the book i was reading. “it was only zeke who really pushed it? why are you so pissed about the whole group?”

erens eyebrows furrow. “y/n, they’re guys. i’m a guy, and you’re not. i know how guys like them are!” he suddenly looks uncomfortable. “it’s disgusting.” he mutters, “and i don’t like that zeke wanted you to come over.”

“but still?” i argue, “just because you have something against zeke doesn’t mean you should hate the whole group with a passion. i know they’re obnoxious, but don’t let them get to you.”

“of course i have something against zeke and his friends! he forced you into the corner and told you how bad he wanted to fuck you!”

i cringe at the honesty. “i meant that you’ve hated him since middle school. like.. obsessively hate.”

eren lets out a laugh at the idiocracy. “first of all, i am not obsessed with zeke fritz.” he takes a deep breath like he’s preparing for the finale of a grand speech. “and second of all, he’s always pissed me off.”

“even when you hung out with him and his friends?” i tease.

eren grows silent. “i don’t want to talk about it.” and i dropped the conversation.

i pull into the round-about where jean lives. i’ve had to pick eren up a few times from here, but lately, the only reason he’s been here is to get drunk at jeans college parties. jeans parents are loaded, lawyers who travel for work, which leaves him at home with way too much freedom.

the music is vibrating the ground from here. i wonder when the police are gonna show up to shut down this party for the noise disturbance. i need to find eren, soon. i open the front door and see people leaning on the walls with drinks, talking, joking, some making out. i look away and try to find eren. i don’t see him anywhere.

after scanning the entire first floor, eren jeager is no where to be found. i head towards the stairs and start walking up, hoping to find him upstairs.

where are you? i text.

as i’m walking down the hallway, i hear a familiar voice.

“In here!”

i walk toward the sound of his voice, the last door of the hallway that has the name “jean” written in bright blue letters. i open the door and see the unexpected.

well, not fully unexpected. i see eren, his almost- shoulder length hair pulled back into a bun and his body adorning grey sweatpants and a navy hoodie, who i was expecting to see, laying down on jeans bed, smiling at the ceiling like a weirdo. yep, he’s one drink away from blacking out. but what i didn’t expect to see was historia reiss, sitting at the end of the bed, picking at her split ends and chewing her gum with her mouth open. my stomach turns at the scene, but i force down my feelings.

“hey!” i say. historia turns to me with a look of disappointment on her face and eren lifts his head and laughs drunkly when he sees me.

“uh,” i suddenly become uncomfortable under historias arrogant stare, “sorry i didn’t knock, i’m here to get eren.”

she looks at eren and then looks at me, saying, “okay..” condescendingly and walks into jeans bathroom. she wasn’t wearing any shoes. erens not wearing any either.

“heyyyy,” eren slurs as i walk over to him. “i didn’t know you partied!” he jokes before bursting out laughing

“you texted me. how much did you have to drink?”

he looks dumbfounded at the simple question “what?”

“i said, how much did you have to drink?” i repeat. i can barely hear my own voice over the booming music.

“uhhhhh-,” he replies after a few seconds, “i don’t know.”

“okay, cmon. get up eren. we’re going.”

“yes ma’am.” he says, giving a military salute. surprisingly, he can stand just fine despite how drunk he seems. i make sure he has everything

and we leave jeans house. we walk over to my parked car and i put eren in the backseat incase he pukes all over my dashboard again. i don’t want a repeat of the last time i picked him up.

“there’s a plastic bag in the right pocket if you need to puke, eren, just letting you know.” i mention as i pull out of the round-a- bout.

“okay, mom, thanks” he scoffs.

i pull unto the main road, stopping at the red light.

“so,” i start,” historia, huh?” my voice filling the silence.

“huh, what’re you talking about?” he says in a genuine, drunk confusion. “did something happen”

“i just didn’t know you guys were really friends.” i reply. and i murmur, “obviously more than that though.”

you’re eyes are fixed on the road, but erens eyes are dead fixed on you after that snide comment that he definitely heard.

“yeah,” he rolls his eyes, sarcasm and the presence of alcohol in his tone, “we had so much fun, y/n. you don’t even know.”

i look at him through the dash cam window and he’s staring at me with a smirk and an indepipherable look in his eyes, testing me. i grip the stealing wheel and drive faster. i know he’s joking, but i can’t tell if he’s hinting at the truth or just telling a lie to get a reaction out of me.i just want this conversation i started to be over with.

“uh, so, how’s jean?” i change the conversation.

“what, you like him or something?”

“what! no!” i deny. “i never said that, eren?”

eren leans back into the seat, head resting on the head rest as he looks up. “whatever.”

unlike eren, there’s no alcohol in my system, but i’m feeling bold today. “what do you mean whatever, eren? you think i like jean?”

“uhhh, haven’t you always?” he states like it’s the obvious. “i saw the way he looked at you in art class.”

“just because he looked at me once or twice doesn’t mean i want him to fuck me or something.”

erens eyes narrow and his brows furrow, lifting his head in interest. “what the fuck did you just say?”

“what the fuck are you saying?” i fight back. “i ask you how jean is and you act like i’m begging on my knees for him. god damn.”

now he’s fully attentive, elbows on his knees and leaning in as if he’ll learn more by his upright posture. “i don’t like the idea of you liking jean,” he states, the slurring of his words still audible , “aaand i don’t like the idea of jean liking you.”

my heart races. “why?”

“maybe it’s the same reason you don’t like seeing me with historia.” and suddenly, he sounds sober.

my heart stops. he heard the comment i made under my breath.

“eren, i don’t care who you see.” the lie is evident in my tone, but eren is so drunk that i don’t bother to hide it. “you can hook up with historia for all i care. have fun with mouth herpes.”

“see, this is what i don’t like,” he slurs out, “did it really not bother you when you saw me and historia in the same bed?”

“why would it bother me? we’re just friends.”

“is that what you want to believe?”

“is that what i shouldn’t believe, eren?”

eren sighs and leans back again. “you remember when i hung out with zeke, flock, reiner, and jean like way back?”

“yeah.”

“that entire time. all they talked about is who would get you first. who would be the first to- fuck. fuck!” he slurs “i never wanted to tell you that!”

my mouth is to the floor. “seriously? that is so- why woudlnt you tell me?”

he looks out the window, “because i was scared that if i told you they liked you, you’d like the attention and shit, and then you wouldn’t be mine.”

my heart is beating out of my chest. “my god, you’re so drunk. eren, you’re speaking nonesense.”

“i’ve been in love with you since the 6th grade.”

“eren, stop.” tears brim my eyes. in the morning, when he’s sober and remembers this, he’ll regret his drunken lies and i’ll have to pretend like this drunk, fake confession didn’t mean the world to me.

“i left the digusting group for that. i hated that me and those annoying dogs had something in common, wanting you.”

“you never wanted me, eren!” i snap, “ you would fake a gag every time our moms shipped us together! and what about historia, huh? don’t act like you two haven’t been sleeping together since highschool. oh, and what about mikasa? you and her-”

“i don’t care about them! all i want is you y/n! i thought you already knew how bad i had it for you” he cuts me off.

“fucking lies.”

he grows quiet for a while.

“i pretended they were you everytime,” he admits,” they didn’t turn me on. i had to pretend they were you, ” he leans in, “and honestly? i still do.”

his words send butteflies rushing to your stomach, but you know better. “eren. you’re drunk”

he pulls his hair out of his messy bun and puts his hood on. “drunken. words. are sober. thoughts!” he enunciates before laughing.

we pull into his house driveway.

“i’m sorry for teasing you about me and historia tonight.” he apologies, and i smell beer from his breath. “im really sorry.”

“i thought drunk words were sober thoughts?” you retaliate with hurt in your tone. you didn’t want to argue, but you didn’t want to not stand your ground.

“i just- wanted to make you jealous. im sorry, y/n” he hugs me, arms wrapping around me tightly as he fits his head into the crook of my neck and sniffs. “god, you smell so good..”

“eren.” you warn.

“your perfume. it drives me insane.” he whines and starts peppering kisses down your neck.

you blush and your heart stops before you push him off of you. he stumbles back, having to regain his balance due to the alchohal in his system. he’s drunk, he’s drunk and he’s so fucking drunk.

the look in his eyes are nothing short of hurt. “y/n..”

“we’ll talk in the morning” you breath out. “go sleep this off.”

“i’ve already tried,” he replies as he walks up the stairs to his room, “why do you think i get so drunk all the damn time. seeing historias face sober every weekend makes me remember that she isn’t you.” he gets to the top step and disappears behind the wall.

#eren jaeger #eren x reader #eren aot #frat #aot #eren yeager #mutual pining #confession #drunk eren #drunk confession #series #pt 1 #eren x you #first post

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datpo3t · 1 month

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at a frat. wheres eren yeager

#aot #eren jaeger #eren yeager #attack on titan #frat guy #smut #i am chronically online

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bby-silver-chariot · 3 months

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#aot #LIKE #HES NOT A FUCK BOY #HES NOT SOME FRAT BOY EITHER #LEAVE MY BOY EREN ALONE #eren jaeger #attack on titan #eren yeager

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seeingivy · 9 months

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angst frat boy eren vs fluff teenager eren

u can also do a poll if u wanna know the general opinion

INTERESTING. i guess me personally i have to say fluff teenager eren??? i have never written eren as angsty frat boy oops but i am curious so

#asks!#if angst frat boy eren wins OOPS IM SORRY

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luvacookie · 3 months

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mr steal ur girl.

eren notices an unfamiliar face at one of his frat parties…

❥ warnings : reiner bein a dick, unprotected sex (wrap before u tap), nicknames, squirting, porn w a plot, intended use of lower case, mildly proof read, shy-ish reader, black fem coded.

❥ cookie for ur thoughts ? : my first post, my first aot idea >~< ! idk how people will respond to this. i need to write a lil sum sum for con, i will work on it…

“pleaseee ! you never come out with me! plus you get to be around reiner.”

pieck stared at you through the floor length mirror, adjusting her black skin tight dress as you ignored her and continued to scroll through your phone. as per usual, she was going to one of her parties hosted by her friends and as per usual she was asking you to join her.

normally you declined, opting to stay wrapped up in bed, catching up on one of your hour long k-dramas episodes or looking over work you did in a lecture.

parties were not your scene and they never had been.

“pieck… i don’t know…” you responded sceptically, curling the end of your braid around your finger.

“i can set you up with reiner, he talks about you all the time you know,” pieck said walking over to your bed.

you sighed, you knew she was just using your delusional crush on reiner to lure you in and unfortunately it was working.

you pushed your glasses up, exhaling defeatedly. pieck smiled and clapped her hands together, jumping up from the bed.

“we have to make sure you look cute as fuck so shower, skincare, makeup, whatever you need to do and by time you get out i’ll have a cute fit for you!” she said happily, digging through your clothes.

you hauled yourself out of bed, grabbing your towel and headed to the shower. you cleaned up nicely, freshening yourself up for the party. you put your braids into a half-up half-down with a side parting, laying your edges with a decorative heart.

pieck had picked out a two piece pink set for you with white string heels, you matched your accessories accordingly with pink hair clips and white glasses.

she smiled at you in awe. “you look so fuckin’ good right now! you seriously need to get out more.”

you looked down shyly, “are you sure pie’? this is so out of my zone.”

“oh my god, of course i’m sure, now come on. reiner won’t wait all night,” she giggled.

she grabbed you by the hand and dragged you to her convertible, making sure to let the top down so the warm night air hit your faces. the ride there was filled with vibes and giggles, your nerves slowly disappearing.

soon enough you arrived at the frat house, the musics blaring through all the open doors and windows. people were dancing on the lawn, cars pulled up in every direction. pieck dragged you through the crowd, stopping for a couple seconds at a time to say hi to her mutuals.

soon enough you found your way into the kitchen with her where the rest of your friend group was.

“hey guys!” pieck called out over the music and they all greeted her back.

“no fuckin’ way you brought y/n,” connie said, licking his paper and putting the blunt behind his ear.

you waved at him, smiling lightly.

“well damn, who woulda thought,” annie said from beside him, holding a red solo cup.

“she finally managed to convince me soooo…” you trailed off leaning against the counter.

“you look hot though,” sasha commented, a lazy smile on her face as if she was already high.

“mmm, cheers to that,” reiner said from behind you.

you turned around, looking him up and down. he had a simple white tee on that hugged his arms perfectly, a pair of black cargo’s with a silver chain. he handed you a cup and knocked it with yours, tipping the contents of it back.

you stared at him briefly, watching his throat move as he swallowed. you followed shortly after, pulling a face as the liquor burned your throat.

everyone spoke amongst themselves, pieck catching up on all the lost drinks, leaving you and reiner to have a sweet conversation.

“why don’t i see you out enough?” he asked, looking down at you.

you turned your head to the side, the eye contact making your stomach flip, “not really my thing.”

“they should be,” he followed up quickly, “you’re too pretty to be kept hostage in your dorm.”

you looked at him, smiling. “thanks.”

“no problem sweetheart,” he poured himself another drink, refilling yours too.

“you drink a lot?” he asked, sipping on his mix.

“not really, only when i come to these things, which is basically never,” you chuckled lightly, tasting your drink.

“i’m gonna have to force pieck to bring you out more, you’re too fuckin’ pretty darling.”

“rei, stop you’re making me feel shy,” you sighed, looking at him with obvious heart eyes.

he made a noise in his throat, a cocky smirk on his face. “dance with me?”

you stared, your brain slowly registering before you nodded. you turned to pieck, gesturing that you were going with reiner and she gave you a massive thumbs up in encouragement.

reiner took your hand in his and lead you to where the music was the loudest, putting your hands around his neck as his met your waist. he stayed with you like that for the majority of the song, his eyes holding yours.

your acrylics danced at the nape of his neck, as the grip on your waist slowly became tighter. he pulled you close enough for your chests to be touching, forcing you to look up at his height.

“are you even listening ? hellooo?”

“yeah..yeah, who’s that?” eren asked, ignoring whatever armin was saying.

armin looked around, “who?”

“her,” eren said, nodding in your direction.

“oh, y/n l/n. she’s in my english major,” armin said dismissively.

eren nodded, watching how you were slowly grinding on reiner, or realistically how your tits were moving in your dress. he had never seen you before, so how did you know reiner of all people?

as the song ended you pulled reiner down to your height, muttering something to him in which he nodded. you left the room, leaving reiner to join one of his other group of friends, though he didn’t see where you left to as porco joined him and armin.

you returned to the kitchen where connie was left on his own, tapping the ash off his blunt into the sink.

“you and reiner?” he asked, his words slightly slowed.

you poured a shot, smiling to yourself. “maybe. i don’t know.”

you tipped it back as he continued talking to you. “he likes you, you know that right?”

you reapplied your lipgloss, “does he?”

“for real, he talks about you all the time,” he inhaled slowly.

“that’s cute. i like him too,” you smiled at connie.

he exhaled and turned the roll to you, “you smoke?”

“no… i’ve only hit once before,” you admitted, staring at it.

“you don’t wanna hit that shit, probably laced,” came a deep voice from behind you.

you turned to see eren leaning on the door frame, staring at you. he was wearing simple grey sweats and a white tee, his hair pulled back into a messy bun.

“fuck off yaeger,” connie muttered, rolling his eyes, smoke exhaling his mouth with a string of cusses following.

he ignored connie, focusing his attention on you. “you’ve never been to one of these before have you?”

“do i stand out that bad?” you shook your head, the sound of your acrylic tapping the glass following.

eren walked round the counter, pouring himself straight whiskey. “oh you stand out… would’ve remembered your face.”

you tip your head to the side and glance back at connie who stares at you blankly. “what’s that supposed to mean?”

“means your cute, your boyfriend is lucky,” he comments swiftly.

“my boyfriend ?” you question, toying with the curly end of your braid.

“reiner. i would think so anyways after the way you were dancing with him,” he responds, a glint in his eye as if he was digging for information.

you look up and make eye contact with him. “he’s not my boyfriend—”

“not yet anyways,” connie interrupts.

you felt your face flush, unsure if you had turned a shade of red or not. you shook your head and had another shaky shot, the alcohol seeping it’s way into your bloodstream.

“what’s your name ?” eren asks, sipping vodka straight from the bottle that was left on the counter.

“y/n,” you responded. “don’t worry, i know who you are eren.”

he tipped his head to the side slightly, he liked the way you said his name.

he hummed, continuing his drink when his friend armin entered the room.

“are reiner and annie fucking or something ?” he asks, a twinge of annoyance in his tone.

you turned to look at armin, your heart slightly dropping. “what do you mean ?”

armin looks at you as if he hadn’t registered you were in the room, “n-nothing. just the way they were talkin’ and dancing and shit..”

you were sure you felt your heart drop this time. annie and reiner ? they had never gave an indication that they liked each other.

you looked off to the side, your throat slowly going dry.

connie noticed and sighed. “they like siblings, don’t stress it.”

you nodded, “y-yeah of course, i just need some air or something.”

you used that as your cue to leave, eren’s eyes following your figure as you walked past him towards the back garden.

you were slightly embarrassed, choking up in front of three boys, two of them you barley knew. you sat on a chair in the corner, taking a shallow breath and texting pieck.

y/n : i think i’m ready to cut pie

pie 🙇🏾‍♀️💓 : y ? e oksy?

you looked at her message and knew she was drunk, yet she still tried her best to check in on you.

y/n : yh dw abt me imma jus take an uber or smthin

pie 🙇🏾‍♀️💓 : olay

pie 🙇🏾‍♀️💓 : grt home sfe iky <3333

you sighed and turned your phone off, looking at the people in the garden. you heard giggling and saw reiner and annie trip over one another, clearly having a good time with themselves.

you turned your phone on and scrolled through your missed texts when you felt a person stood behind you. you looked up and saw eren’s green eyes looking at annie and reiner.

“what a prick,” eren sighed, looking down to meet your eyes.

“it’s cool. annie’s better than me by like tenfold so i’m not really shocked,” you responded, dropping your phone in your lap.

“don’t be fuckin’ dumb, reiner’s a blind asshole. he always has been,” he comforted you. “here.”

he handed you his lit joint and you took a hesitant hit, careful not to get lipgloss all over the paper.

eren watched you as you exhaled into the air, swallowing nothing. “you good?”

you nodded, “ ‘m good.”

you guys stayed like that for a while, exchanging useless comments and smoking. eren was glad that your mood had been lifted. at some point you had ended up back in the kitchen with your group of friends, high and definitely drunk.

pieck had everyone do body shots off of her stomach and made you dance round the counter like an idiot, something you were too drunk to question.

“where’d you go?” reiner’s voice said from behind you, his arms wrapping around your shoulders.

you tensed uncomfortably, though reiner was far too gone to notice. you wriggled out of his grasp, turning around to look at him. “s-sorry, i ended up getting distracted by eren and connie.”

eren nodded at whatever words mikasa was saying, his eyes focusing on the way reiner was forcing a conversation after abandoning you to fuck around with annie.

“yaeger? what were you doing with that bastard ?” reiner said, ignoring the way you rubbed your arm rather nervously.

“n-nothing, we was jus’ talking and shi—”

“fuck that, don’t hang around with that kid,” reiner cut you off, staring at you rather annoyed.

“reiner, i’m sorry he just—”

“why shouldn’t she hang around with me ? i’d say i’m a pretty fun time,” eren said lazily, sitting on the counter beside you.

reiner glared at him, “don’t start your bullshit with me yaeger.”

“i’d say you’re starting problems with me braun, tellin’ pretty girls they should steer clear,” he responded.

eren looked unbothered whereas reiner had become rather agitated.

he ignored reiner, turning to you, “wanna go some where else ?”

you looked at reiner then at eren before nodding, following his lead and taking his hand as he lead you somewhere else.

“fuckin’ hell. rei just got his bitch stolen by yaeger,” porco muttered, reiner still heard it.

“you good princess?” eren mumbled, the sound of his door clicking shut.

“mhm, thank you,” you responded from his desk, untying your heels as he pushed himself up on his bed.

“for what?” he asked pointedly, his eyes locking with yours.

“the reiner thing—”

“anybody with working brain cells could see that you were uncomfortable, i was just helping out,” he dismissed, his hands resting behind his head.

you nodded, holding eye contact with him. the room went silent, the only sound being the tapping of your acrylics against the wood of his desk.

eren sighed, patting the cover of his bedsheets. “c’mere, you too far away.”

you let out a little laugh, hopping off his desk and standing in front of him. he grabbed you by your hands and pulled you on top of him, settling yourself on his hips. he was less than bother by the sudden added weight of your own body, his hands meeting the side of your thighs.

“you really are mad pretty,” he mumbled, squeezing the fat of your thighs that was closer to your ass.

you exhaled, turning your head to try and hide your smile. he grabbed your face and turned it back to him, his eyes hooded with lust.

you stared at him and your eyes dropped to his lips and unfortunately for you, he didn’t miss it. you took a deep breath and leaned forward, encasing eren’s lips in yours.

his hands instantly moved to your ass, squeezing roughly. he kissed you back hard, pushing his hips upwards.

your hands travelled to the back of his hair, your acrylics burying themselves in the nape of his neck. he sat up properly so he could flip you over, a shear display of his strength.

he bit at the bottom of your lip, taking advantage of the whine you let out to slip his tongue into your mouth. his hands wondered down the front of your top, though he pulled away, inspecting your face.

“why’d you stop ?” you mumbled, your eyes darting towards his swollen lips.

“nothin’, just checking to see if you’re actually sober. you alright with this though ?” he asked and you nodded eagerly, tugging at his hoodie.

he laughed. “you’re a desperate thing aren’t you.”

“eren, please,” you mumbled, pulling him forwards with more force.

“fuck. whatever you want princess,” he groaned, grabbing you by the neck and pulling you into a deeper kiss than before.

you moaned quietly as he untied the front of your shirt, revealing your lacy white bra.

“please tell me you weren’t wearing this for reiner,” he begged, rubbing on your tits.

you shook your head. “thank fuck for that.”

he pulled your skirt off, revealing your matching set, throwing the skirt somewhere in his room.

“fuck sake, y/n,” he muttered, eyes trailing the whole of your body.

you tugged at his zipper, “off, i want it off.”

he unzipped his hoodie with a chuckle, removing his shirt too, revealing his muscles. “makin’ demands now ?”

you rolled your eyes and pulled him back in for another heated kiss, your hands trailing down his body and palming his dick through his grey bottoms. he groaned, kissing you harder as you continued to stroke his growing hard-on through the material.

he pulled away and began kissing down your neck, leaving deep hickies as he went down, kissing all the way down your stomach till he got to the top of your lace thong.

he made eye contact with you as he placed a light kiss on your cover clit, watching as your mouth slightly dropped open. he pulled your panties down, stuffing them in his pocket whilst he rubbed on your clit with slow circles.

“you’re so fuckin’ wet for me right now angel. did you know that?” he asked, continuing with his agonisingly slow circles.

“mm fuck, eren, please—” you whined, your hands gripping his sheets.

“please what princess?” he teased, watching your body squirm under his touch.

you whined even louder. “fuck, i want more—” you cut yourself off with a shallow moan as he dipped his middle finger inside of you briefly before pulling it out.

“more what?” he teased.

you looked at him with round glossy eyes, “please eat me out.”

“that’s all you had to say princess,” he laughed, finally giving you what you wanted.

his tongue made contact with your clit and he licked eagerly, making his middle and ring finger stretch you out nicely.

“gotta make sure this pretty pussy is ready for my dick hm,” he mumbled on your clit, sucking on it roughly.

you babbled incoherent sentences, scratching as far as your hands could reach down his shoulders. your moans gradually increased in volume as his slender fingers worked your insides deliciously, finding that soft spot your own couldn’t reach with ease.

“f-fuck eren— feels so fuckin’ good,” you moaned gripping on his sheets harder.

just as you could feel your orgasm approaching, you could feel your phone vibrate beside you.

pieck was calling you, your thighs began to close but eren forced them back open. “answer it.”

“b-but—”

“i said answer it and be quiet.”

you looked at him before doing as he said, his fingers working harder than before.

“y/nnnn! where did you gooooo?” pieck shouted down the phone.

“i-i went with— mm-fuck, eren—” you struggled, pulling at eren’s hand.

“to do whatttt? you guys are missing the party” she yelled, giggling shortly after.

you struggled to hold back a moan as eren sucked more feverishly on your clit, “ ‘m s-sorry pie’, w-we’ll be — fuckfuck— we’ll be b-back soon.”

pieck stayed silent on the other side for a moment. “ohmygodyouanderenarefucking?!”

eren laughed, the vibrations on your clit causing you to let a loud whine slip past your mouth, one pieck definitely heard.

“OHMYGOD YOU ARE! GUYSGUYS EREN AND Y/N ARE—”

you hung up on her and threw your phone on the floor some where, focusing back on eren. “that is y-your fault.”

he pulled up and looked at you, the lower half of his face covered in your slick. “i told you to be quiet princess.”

you rolled your eyes as he continued finger fucking you, his tongue slipping to your hole every now and again.

a strange feeling built up in your stomach, making you push him away by his shoulders. “mm— eren wait, f-feels like ‘m gonna—”

his dick twitched at the thought of you squirting from him eating your pussy, so he pushed your hands away. “stop, let me finish.”

“no— eren—”

he grabbed your arms with his free hand and held them to your side, licking at your clit more needly as he could feel your cunt clenching around his fingers. “i got you princess.”

you moaned loudly and the clear liquid drenched your thighs and his sheets, eren’s fingers still working you through your orgasm.

“f-fuck, eren— please—” you moaned desperately, tears sliding down the side of your face as you tried to squeeze your thighs shut.

“give me one more, i know you can y/n,” he mumbled, pulling your thighs open as his fingers working faster, grazing your soft spot every time.

you shook your head, feeling your second orgasm approaching harder than the first one.

“fuckfuckfuck, eren please—” you came around his fingers a second time, moaning loudly.

“there you fucking go,” eren smirked, feeling your cunt squeeze him. he slipped his fingers out and kissed your clit gently before coming back up to kiss you.

“you okay princess?” he asked quietly, looking you in your eyes.

you nodded lazily, fucked out from the two orgasms he gave you. “ ‘m good.”

“good cause i’m not done with you yet,” he exhaled, kissing you again.

he pulled his bottoms down, revealing his white calvin klein boxers that hugged his straining dick.

“this is your fault,” he said mimicking the words you said to him earlier.

you ignored him and palmed at his dick, feeling it twitch under the contact. you pulled his boxers down and let it free, continuing to rub it bare.

“fuckk—” he groaned, “shit, let me get a condom—”

“i’m clean,” you interjected, “and on birth control.”

eren looked slightly taken back. “are you sure ?”

you nodded desperately, “i need you please—”

“well shit. i’m clean too don’t worry,” he reassured you.

you nodded and continued rubbing his dick.

he moaned lowly before grabbing your face, “open.”

you opened your mouth and he stuck his fingers down your throat, the same ones that had been inside you.

he pulled them out and rubbed them on his dick, mixing your spit and his pre-cum.

next time i’ll have to get head, he thinks to himself before lining his dick up with your cunt. you moan loudly as the tip slowly pushed past your pillowy walls, hugging eren tightly.

“shit—” eren cussed as he felt your nails dig into his bicep, “you’re never fuckin’ getting rid of me princess.”

he bottomed out, making you whimper. he stilled, allowing you to adjust to his length. he watched your face for any signs of discomfort before slowly moving in and out of your cunt.

“fuck eren— you feel- so good—” you babbled incoherently, clawing deep marks down his back.

he nodded, lifting your leg to put it over his shoulder to get a better angle. he increased his speed, rubbing at your clit, making you squeeze his cock.

his hips stuttered. “stop doing that, gonna make me cum.”

“i want you to cum in me though,” you said, looking at him through your lashes.

eren scoffed and went deeper, thanks to the angle his tip kept assaulting your sweet spot.

you whimpered, “fuck eren— gonna cum—”

“no you’re not. hold it,” he grunted, gripping your hips and pulling you down to meet his base.

“eren,” you whined.

his pacing slowed down, his thrusts becoming sloppier as he neared his high.

“fuck— princess, i’m gonna cum—” he muttered into your ankle, nibbling slightly.

you squeezed around him at the sensations. he let out a deep moan, his cum painting the insides of your pussy white.

you came as you felt him empty inside of you, digging a crescent shape into his back.

“f-fuck,” you mumbled, watching him pull his dick out.

you whined at the empty feeling, though eren chose to ignore it. “imma be back.”

he picked his boxers up from the floor and pulled them on, walking to his bathroom. he walked out with a warm cloth, gently wiping the insides of your thigh.

“is your back okay? i noticed all the scratches and some were kinda bleeding…” you said sympathetically.

“don’t worry about me, i’ve had worse,” he smiled.

when he finished he put it on his desk and walked back over to you, kissing you gently.

“you good princess?”

you nodded dazed, causing eren to chuckle. he pulled you up and helped you get dressed, allowing you to fix your makeup and hair.

when you left his bedroom the party was still full swing, people dancing and drinking.

“ayeee ! there they are,” porco called out, clapping eren on the back when he sat next to him.

you were about to walk off to sit with pieck and sasha when eren grabbed your hand and pulled you into his lap.

you looked at him confused when he muttered in your ear. “didn’t i tell you you’re never getting rid of me ?”

you were sure this time you were blushing, especially when he kissed the dark hickey on your neck.

“alright, we get it, you fucked, get a room,” sasha fake gagged, giggling after.

eren made eye contact with reiner. “she won’t be able to walk next time we get a room.”

#💌: alexies letters.#connie x reader #eren aot #eren yaeger x reader #black y/n #aot smut #smut #aot #aot x reader #aot x black reader #eren smut

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erenthology · 7 months

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He loves the kind of woman that would actually just k!ll him (quick drabble)

When you scolded his teammates for not picking up after themselves after dinner, he realized something about himself. “We’re sorry” they said in unison. Eren just stared you up and down with craving eyes.

“Dude, your girl is kind of scary.” They muttered as you walked off to the bathroom. He knows…intently following your retreating figure with his eyes.

When he first approached you at a frat party, offering to help carry your drinks, maybe with the intent to take you back to his place later that night..you left him speechless with your glowering glare, muttering explosives at him.

He was stunned as he watched you walk away.

“Poor girl would rather walk spill her drinks than speak with you.” Jean snickered. But Eren just grinned.

It took him a while to get you to warm up to him, but the chase was worth it. Turns out, you’re just a soft cinnamon bun once you let your walls down. For someone who claims she hates cuddles, you sure want cuddles. He loves you, and especially that mouth of yours.

He doesn’t mind when you calmly give him the look if he’s acting up, your sharp tongue, or your quick comebacks. In fact, he loves when you speak up for him if his order is wrong before he gets the chance to, or rather aggressively cheer for him at his games, that in particular makes him blush ever so lovingly. He almost gets shy. Meanwhile you’re swooning over your beast boyfriend smashing 220 pound guys down on the field. Unaware he’s doing the most to impress his girl.

He remembers being taken aback once. You had slapped a stranger who catcalled you. Eren was away buying you ice scream, strictly ordering you to stay within his line of vision since the carnival was “dangerous”. So when he noticed the situation, rushing with the intent of smashing the guys face in, he nearly dropped the ice cream as he witnessed your hand connecting with roaches face. Proudly observing you with gleam in his eyes.

Eren admits it, he’s attracted to intiminating women. He doesn’t know when it started, might’ve been with you. Now that he thinks about it, every girl he used to chase after before you was reserved and timid. Either way, all he knows is every time you let out that side of you, his pants feel tighter.

You come back from the bathroom, noticing the guys picked up after themselves. Finally, you thought.

“Hey Eren, can we get dessert?”

He stands up and grabs you by the loops of your belt, pulling your hips flush against his.

“Can’t you sit on my face first?” face to face spooning you, about to add a “please,” but you smirked and got down on your knees instead. He quickly looked around, “we’re in the living room, the guys might walk come back in.” he stresses.

“Let them.” and Eren swears that one day you’ll give him a heart attack. His girl is a freak, the thought makes him grin.

“Only if you sit on it later.” he was not below begging for it. He actually wouldn’t mind going out by you sitting on his face, it would make him die a happy man.

#ig this is rugby collage boyfriend Eren still?#idk i just wrote it so sorry for any mistakes but a girl is too tired to care atm #does this maybe count as a kinktober-ish post?#I’ll write a proper one soon #night ♥️#eren smut #attack on titan eren #eren #eren jeager x reader #eren aot #eren fanfiction #eren jaeger #eren x reader #eren yeager x reader #eren x you #erenereneren

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lilmashae · 9 months

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* ੈ✩‧₊˚ "say it back, sweetheart." — e.y

cw: modern!au, fratboy!au, eren x reader, fem!reader, poc!reader, jealous!eren, public-ish sex, fingering, no real sex, kind of a "fwb" situation, mean-dom!eren ?, smut (so 18+)

a/n: i was gonna write full on pnv smut but it was getting LONGGG like i mean this shit was stretchin...so pls do w ts what u will...

frat-boy!eren fucking the absolute shit out of your throat 'cause he caught you dancing on jean and "flirting" with connie.

"please, eren." you begged looking up at him, "please, i promise you're the only one--you're the only one i'm fucking."

you and eren weren't "together", y'all werent "exclusive" either. so you didn't think it'd be a problem when you showed up to his house-party in your little white dress: your sheer, short, tight, skimpy little white dress that rode up your thighs as you pranced around the party drinking and shaking your ass.

everyone knew you and eren were having casual sex. you knew that everyone knew, and neither of you cared. what you didn't know was that eren had been calling you "his" behind your back. and that is what pissed you off.

so, what better way to get back at him than throwing your ass all on jean? bending over, arching your back, and grinding into him: all as eren watched from the corner with an amused look on his face. and if that wasn't enough to make him regret calling you "his", you sitting perched up on connie's lap, letting his hands trace and squeeze on your thighs, was.

"what the fuck are you doing, y/n?"

your phone buzzed from the pocket of your jacket as you dug into it, reading the message on your screen. getting up you glanced at connie, "i'll be back, baby." he nodded, releasing you from his arms, now holding onto your hands, "be quick, yeah?" you laugh cupping his cheek while staring down at him. "i will." you lie, excusing yourself from the group on your way to "refill your drink". instead you find eren: leaning tall against a wall. "so?" he says, "what are you tryin' to do? 'cause it ain't working." it's obvious he's lying. it is, working: he stands with his arms crossed, eyes darkened, sucking on his teeth as he scoffs, "you not goin' to talk, or what?"

"so that's how this is... y/n you know better than anyone, i can make you talk--and you know what, i think i will."

you were ready to give him an earful, "who the fuck do you think you are? going around telling all these motherfuckers that i'm yours?" is what you were going to say. "well, i think--" and before you could even start, eren had grabbed your wrist and dragged you upstairs. you remained silent as he roughly sat you on his bed, grabbing your face, forcing you to stare into his green eyes. "tell me what you were tryin' to do, and maybe i'll fuck you like a good girl, how's that sound?"

you knew no-one could fuck you like eren could: no one had ever, fucked you like him. there was no-one who could split you open and hit every single nerve or rile you up like him. no man who could find that soft, spongy spot and abuse it like eren could. but still. you were pissed, and you wouldn't dare listen to him right now.

"how about you mind your fucking business, eren! you're so full of shit, why're you going around claiming me as yours, huh? and why i got to find out from somebody else that that's how you feel?" he rolled his eyes, loosening his grasp on your face. "it's true, though. isn't it? you are mine, you're always screaming my name while i--" you cut him off, "that's different, and you know it."

that was the "conversation" you two had before he had you on your knees teasing his tip against your pillowy lips. "since you won't talk, i'll put your mouth to better use."

"please, eren." you begged looking up at him, "please, i promise you're the only one--you're the only one i'm fucking." eren mocked you, "you're sorry, sweetheart? hm?" he had positioned his knee between yours, still grinding against your heat. you feverishly nod your head, frantically begging for him to do something: do more. "so sorry. so, so sorry--" you were ranting before he took his tip, smearing pre-cum onto your lips as he slid fully into your mouth. "goin' to fuck your pretty, little mouth full, okay? and if you do good," he paused, smirking " i think i'll fuck you."

you could feel his pre-cum trickling down your throat as he slid his dick in-and-out of your mouth. eren forcefully grabbed the back of your neck snapping his hips into your face yet again. your mind had gone blank, feeling his knee firmly press into your clothed clit. it was driving you insane, overstimulated from his cock dripping, filling your throat so good and also from the friction rubbing at your core. with each thrust you grew more and more impatient and needy, just wishing he'd split you open already. eren knew it, he could see the desire in your eyes as he continued fucking your throat as you eagerly waited for him to cum. "shit--" he gasped over the wet and lewd noises that filled the room, "i'm close, sweetheart. promise." he continued slamming himself into your mouth at a steady, rhythmic pace, your lips becoming puffy and wet as you drooled onto his cock nodding again. "you just got to do one thing f'me first, 'kay?" anything! i'll do anything: is what you would say if your mouth wasn't lined with his dick. the bucking of hips began to slow down as he pulled out of your mouth, once again stroking your tongue with his head.

eren began getting up off the bed, keeping you sat there as he dove into your lips to passionately kiss you. "you have to say that you're mine," he whispers against your lips, smirking. the one thing you didn't want to admit, was the same thing that'd earn you some of the best sex of your college career. "you're mine." he dives back into your lips, nipping at the bottom one, "say it back, sweetheart." hesitantly, you follow his movements before whispering softly you sigh, "i'm yours, eren." the two of you latch onto each other's lips desperately chasing some sort of high. he takes his palm grinding it into your clit as his slender fingers loop under your panties guiding them close to your tight-hole. prodding and teasing at your entrance he let one finger slowly sink into your gummy walls. you let out a soft moan, lightly biting at his lips. he sunk in another finger and then another, the squelching sounds of your arousal echoing off your surroundings. he began vigorously pressing his fingers deeper and deeper inside of you.

finally, he ended up hitting that same soft spot, causing you to cum all on his fingers. "you're mine, right?" he glares down at you. softly laughing you look up at him deadpan, "boy, you wish."

i'm working on some more smut for yall... send requests if you have any or js wanna talk! extra for yall who were expecting more, bcs ily sm 🫶🏽

"hurry up, eren." you whined seeing his cock twitch as he continued to finger you. "mhh," he slowed down, "don't rush me, y/n."

he has slid into you easily. you cry feeling the stretch his cock provides. "you're still--so tight baby." he scoffs before wildly slamming into you. "wonder how many times i'll have to fuck you before you finally--" he groans into the air, sharply exhaling, "finally loosen up." he finishes, landing a firm slap on your ass watching the recoil. "mpf! eren, fuck.."

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daisynik7 · 1 year

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Rush

Epilogue

Pairing: Eren Jaeger x f!reader

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: ~9.5k

cw: mentions of explicit sex, attempted sexual violence that may be triggering (does not go far and is not committed by Eren)

Summary: New year, new beginnings, old flames.

Notes: I hope you enjoy this Epilogue, it’s a long one! I included a word count this time, for your reference. Please read the End Notes at the bottom of the chapter for my sincerest thanks.

Previous Chapter | ao3

Rush Series Masterlist

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After a well-deserved holiday break, you’re back at University of Paradis to start your spring semester. Along with your new and more rigorous curriculum, your obligations to your sorority escalate. No longer a pledge and a now a fully-fledged sister, you take a more active role in your organization by trying to recruit potential members. Spring rush begins two weeks into the new year for women and men interested in Greek life. Because of the partnership with Alpha Tau, Sigma Nu Kappa miraculously sees an increase in their numbers. By the end of the month, you welcome an exciting group of new sisters, ready to dive into the mysterious allure of sorority life.

Alpha Tau, back in its good graces, continues to excel during recruitment, despite losing a few members the previous semester. Reiner was expelled shortly after Eren. Apparently he threw a hissy fit in front of Erwin and Levi, who confronted him about his disrespectful behavior. Bertolt, being the obedient devotee he is, actually quit following his best friend’s expulsion. Rumor has it they’ve been “adopted” as unofficial brothers into another frat, the one where their friends Porco and Marcel are in.

The first few months of the new year are ordinary, for the most part. The only major difference is that Eren Jaeger has become a regular part of your daily life.

Following the end of your intimate relationship with him and his expulsion from Alpha Tau, Eren quickly got his act together. He focused on his studies more, spending hours in the library next to Armin, buried in his textbooks or typing away at a paper. You didn’t see him much during those last few weeks, only in passing, walking alongside his best friend. Cordial waves from a distance were always exchanged. Even from afar, it was difficult to ignore the twinkle in his eyes or the goofy grin whenever he saw you.

It's not until this new year that Eren makes his official return into your life.

The golden trio of Eren, Armin, and Mikasa are in tandem again, hanging out constantly as if their temporary setback never occurred. You’re included in the mix now, being Mikasa’s closest friend, roommate, and sorority sister. Jean occasionally joins if he isn’t busy with soccer team business. You and Eren acknowledge one another as acquaintances do. A smile, a wave, a glance here and there. Nothing more. Careful not to overstep any boundaries. There’s no tension between you two; rather there’s remnants of a barely lit flame still present from your previous relationship. It’s unpredictable when it will ever fizzle out.

You share meals together, surrounded by your friends, never alone. You have conversations as a group, not with each other. The most you’ll say is a hello or hi, along with a lingering look. There’s an unspoken agreement there; he won’t cross any lines until you’re ready to. At this rate, you’re taking baby steps to get to that point. You want to take your time with him.

Despite keeping your metaphorical distance, you find yourself learning more each day you spend with him. His interests, his pet peeves, his little quirks that you secretly find charming. Over dinner one night, you discover that Eren has a sweet tooth, finishing two different slices of cake in one sitting without a single crumb or smattering of frosting left on his plate. Another night, Mikasa teases him about being a mama’s boy, which he shamelessly agrees with.

“She’s the most important woman in my life,” he says proudly to Mikasa. “Besides you and – ”

He cuts himself off, not finishing his statement. For a split second, his eyes quickly dart towards you, cheeks blushed with a rosy tinge. Maybe it’s your imagination.

They reminisce about their past often, having spent their entire childhoods together. Through passing comments, you learn that Eren has always cared deeply for his friends. As a child, he was the first to throw a punch whenever Armin was harassed by the neighborhood bullies. The only kid on the block who would defend Mikasa from perverted old men eyeing her on the street. Even protecting his mom from being mugged several times on simple trips to the grocery store.

You’re beginning to see for yourself what Mikasa told you last semester. I wish you could have met him before all of this. You would see how great of a person he can be. There’s a reason his friends have stuck by him through thick and thin. They’ve put their trust and faith in him because of the lengths he’s gone for them. You wonder if you’ll ever be able to get to that point with him. A tiny part of you hopes so.

You learn that Armin and Eren share a fascination for traveling. During a study session in the library, they huddle during their breaks to read a couple different travel magazines they purchased at the café. Eren takes great care to highlight and place post-it notes on pages he finds particularly interesting. A few times, he glances over at you, catching your gaze on him. The moment dissipates as quickly as it appears, a fading ember in heavy rain. Something’s there, both of you too hesitant and shy to nurture it.

In the blink of an eye, March arrives. The flower gardens scattered throughout campus are in full bloom. Displays of different colored flora along every pathway illuminate your daily walks to class. The melancholy that winter naturally emanates has finally passed. Life is good.

It’s this month that your relationship with him changes. It’s small, but definitely noticeable.

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In the middle of March, the weekend preceding midterms, the four of them gather in a study room. Mikasa and Armin review biology flashcards, she’s finishing up a permitted cheat sheet for one of her courses, and Eren focuses on writing an essay for his sociology class. After typing his last thought, he closes his laptop and leans back in his chair, sighing.

Mikasa sets down her flashcards. “Let’s take a break.” She reaches into her bag and fetches a bag of chips, setting it in the middle to share.

“Speaking of a break, what is everyone doing for spring break? It’s coming up,” Armin reminds them.

“Jean invited me to stay with his family. We might go camping,” Mikasa replies.

“That sounds fun! Grandpa will probably want to go fishing, so I’ll be doing that,” Armin says. “Eren, what do the Jaegers have planned this year?”

He grabs a handful of chips as he answers, “We’ll be at the beach house. I can’t believe Mikasa will be missing my birthday just because she has a boyfriend now,” he teases her, smirking.

She rolls her eyes. “A week away from Zeke bragging about med school and taking over your dad’s practice? Oh yeah, poor me,” she responds sarcastically, returning his playful grin.

“When is your birthday?”

He’s startled to hear her voice. To hear her direct a question at him. It’s an invitation to engage in a real conversation, which flusters and thrills him.

He faces her, hoping his cheeks aren’t flushed. “March 30th.”

“Must be nice having it during spring break. I’m sure you’ll have fun.”

He gulps loudly, excited to continue talking to her. “Yeah, it is nice. What are…what are your plans?” Mikasa and Armin stare at them as if they’re watching a slow-moving tennis match, heads turning towards whoever is speaking, holding their breaths.

She shrugs, reaching for the snacks. “Probably just stay home and do some spring cleaning. My family doesn’t really go on vacations.”

There’s a rush of ideas bombarding him, the most obvious being the temptation to invite her. It’s insane. But the thought of spending spring break together is a dream. It’s been over three months since they ended their previous relationship. Over three months of secretly pining for her, waiting for whatever chance he can get to be a little bit closer.

It’s on the tip of his tongue. What’s the worst that could happen if he let it slip? Rejection? Bruised ego? Extreme embarrassment? That’s nothing compared to heartache, and he’s already experienced that. He has nothing to lose.

Still, he has to put her first. He wouldn’t want to do or say anything to make her uncomfortable. That’s why it’s taken this long for them to have a legitimate conversation with each other, outside of their usual greetings. He wasn’t sure if she wanted to speak to him, especially after all that happened.

Mikasa intervenes. “Annie doesn’t live too far from you. I’m sure you two can see each other if you’re bored.”

“Oh yeah! She mentioned wanting to try a new restaurant near where I live, so we’ll probably do that.”

Eren comes to his senses, mentally calming himself down from his sudden excitement. He can’t invite her to the beach house with him. That’s crazy. Outrageous. Definitely a bad idea. Baby steps, he reminds himself. Baby steps. “That should be fun. I hope you have a nice break.”

“Thank you. You too.”

They gaze at each other for what seems like a full minute; in reality, it’s a few seconds. There’s electricity, even if it is a slightly dulled. It could be wishful thinking on his end, but these are the tiny interactions he’s learned to cherish these past few months. He’ll take whatever he can get; a warm glance, courteous wave, her signature bright smile that instantly lifts his mood. He won’t take any of it for granted anymore.

Armin clears his throat. “Anyways, it sounds like we’re all going to have a nice vacation.”

His friends engage her in idle chit chat about Greek life, leaving Eren alone in his thoughts. Another layer in their complicated relationship has been peeled away. There’s a long way to go, but it’s progress. It gives him hope.

He treasures these moments. This, along with the little details he’s learned about her so far. What she likes, what annoys her, those adorable habits she has. They spent so much time indulging in sex last fall that they didn’t get to know each other properly. He enjoys exploring her mind and soul just as much as her body; maybe more if that’s even possible.

Their passionate nights reappear in Eren’s head every now and again. Probably more than he’ll ever admit. Out of respect, he tries his best not to think of her in that way anymore. Though when he’s alone in the deepest confines of his psyche, he can’t help letting his hands wander, wishing more than anything it’s her in bed with him. He allows himself this occasional weakness for the sake of his sanity.

Tonight, he lets himself succumb to it, more so than ever these past three months. She actually spoke to him, and she was the one to initiate it. It’s glorious, and hours later, he’s still high from it. Why is he so desperate? As Eren slides his boxers off to stroke his hard cock, body hidden beneath the blankets in case Armin returns any minute, he ignores the guilt and lets his desires overtake him.

He fantasizes about a scenario where she does spend spring break with him and his family. They would drive to the beach house, top down in a rented convertible, wind blowing through their hair. Fingers entwined, resting on the center console, natural for two people in love.

At the beach house, Eren would make proper introductions to his parents. His mom would be ecstatic to see her son with a woman, especially one as beautiful as her. Zeke, his half-brother, would arrive later for dinner, cocky as usual during table conversation. Probably flirtatious with her, attempting to push his little brother’s buttons. This wouldn’t bother Eren, because at the end of the night, it’s him who bends her over at the edge of the bed, pleasuring her until they’re both spent. Cuddling and falling asleep in each other’s arms, in total bliss.

She’d make the best impressions on his parents, helping his mom in the kitchen, offering to help his dad fix a few loose boards on the deck. Pretending to be intrigued by Zeke’s insufferable stories of med school. They’d relax by the ocean every day, basking in the pleasant heat from the sun. At night, they’d make love, indulging in each other’s warm bodies. Her silky moans music to his ears as she wraps her legs around his waist, wanting to feel him deeper. Her moans turn into whines, indicating he’s hitting that sweet spot. He thrusts into her faster, wanting her to gush all over him, thumb brushing against her puffy clit that he licked and sucked earlier when she rode his face. She’s so close, desperate to have her precious cunt filled with his hot load…

His cock twitches in his fist, cum dribbling onto his bare abdomen. He opens his eyes and he’s in his bedroom, hidden beneath his covers. There’s a box of tissues at his bedside, conveniently. He wipes any evidence and tosses it into the trash, thankful that Armin takes unusually long showers.

After a few minutes of lying in bed, he buries his face into his pillow, groaning. He hates when that post-nut clarity hits. It brings him shame, guilty for using her as a way to get himself off. He didn’t even recall a past scenario this time; he invented a new one.

He answers the question he asked himself earlier: Why is he so desperate?

He’s in love with her. That’s why.

~~~

The rest of the semester passes without any major issues. The frequency in which you converse with Eren increases at a steady rate. He cracks jokes here and there, nothing vulgar or inappropriate. The conversations are never too deep, enough to scratch the surface and uncover a valuable cache of knowledge about each other. It’s surprisingly easy talking to him; you’re building up to being more than acquaintances with an intricate past.

With finals around the corner, you find yourself once again in a study room with Mikasa, Armin, and Eren. Mikasa and Armin group in front of a whiteboard, reviewing diagrams and terminology for their biology class. Eren is writing yet another sociology research paper. And you’re in the middle of a practice test for one of your courses.

Eren closes his laptop, raising his arms up in a stretch. “Anybody want anything from the café?”

Mikasa and Armin, too focused on their discussion, wave him off. He turns to you, offering, “Do you want anything?”

Distracted by a question that you’re desperately trying to solve, you mumble a name of a drink, your usual. A few minutes later, you come up with the solution and finally relax. It’s only now that you realize you only gave him half the details of what you wanted. Thinking it’s too late to specify any of it, you let it be, not wanting to be a bother.

When he returns, he sets his drink next to his laptop. Probably a black coffee, his typical order. He hands you yours, which seems normal.

“Thank you,” you tell him. “Let me know how much I owe you.”

“Nah, don’t worry about it. It’s on me. I hope I got your drink right.”

Certain that he didn’t, by no fault of his own, you examine the sticker on the cup listing the precise details. To your surprise, it’s perfect. From the amount of ice, type of milk, even the extra pump of the particular sweetener you like.

Impressed, you exclaim, “It’s exactly how I order it! How’d you know?”

He rubs the nape of his neck, blushing. “You get it so much, I guess it stuck with me.”

You beam at him, flattered that he memorized your relatively complicated order. He thought it was important to remember. It makes you feel special. With a sip of the drink, you take a deep breath, exhaling happily. “It’s absolutely perfect. Thank you.”

Cheeks still pink, he responds, “It’s really nothing.”

There it is again. That spark. A blaze that burns just barely, enough to provide light and warmth in a dim, dark place. It’s amazing how something so simple, so seemingly insignificant, can do that. You do your best to suppress these emotions, knowing all too well that there’s a long way to go when it comes to you and Eren. That doesn’t mean you can’t appreciate the progress.

The next few hours continue, the four of you concentrated on your own studies. When the sun sets, you gather your belongings and head to the dining hall to eat.

The topic of summer vacation comes up. Mikasa is already aware of your plans, but you decide to announce it to Armin and Eren.

“I’ll be staying on-campus. I’m required to complete one summer session for my major so that I can graduate on time.”

Armin says, “Really? Eren, aren’t you doing a summer session as well?”

This is brand new information. Mikasa also seems surprised by this. “You’re going to be here for the summer too?”

Eren nods, eyes focused down at his plate. “Yeah, I talked with Pyxis this week and he suggested that I do one to get in some extra classes. Told me it’s better for my resume when I apply to law school. He was able to pull some strings and get me enrolled last minute; I just found out yesterday.”

Mikasa, who’s sitting next to you, squeezes your knee lightly underneath the table.

“I guess we’ll both be here,” you murmur, unsure how else to react.

“Yeah, I guess we will.” His expression is unreadable. For a split second, though, he smiles.

Later that night, with you and Mikasa ready for bed and snuggled under the covers, she turns to face you. “Are you going to be okay? Being here with Eren for the summer?”

“Of course. It’s not going to change anything. We’ve been okay this whole semester.”

“Yeah, but Armin and I aren’t going to be here. Do you think you’ll want to hang out with him? Alone?”

You shrug. “I don’t know. We haven’t been alone together since…well, you know. I don’t know how awkward that will be.”

“You’ll both be at Reiss. All the students doing summer sessions are housed there.”

“So? What’s your point?”

“Living together in close quarters when nobody else is around to keep the two of you dummies in check? What do you think will happen?”

Rolling your eyes, you indulge her. “Tell me.”

“You’ll fuck! The two of you will start fucking again!”

“Mikasa, that’s not going to happen. First of all, the apartments are big. It’s not like we’ll be next door neighbors. I probably won’t be seeing him much. And second, even if we do run into each other, we’ll say our usual hellos, do some small talk, and that’s it! What do you think we’ve been doing the past few months. Everything is under control.”

“Oh please. Don’t think for a second that the little flirtations you and Eren have been exchanging are going unnoticed,” she reveals.

“What? We don’t flirt!”

“Oh really?” She sits up aggressively, mimicking you from earlier. “Oh Eren, it’s perfect! How did you know?” In a second, she switches to Eren, copying his deep voice, “I don’t know baby. Just stuck with me I guess. Want to touch my abs now?”

You throw a pillow at her, unable to contain your laughter. “Shut up! That’s not what we sounded like!”

“That’s exactly how you sounded,” she teases, tossing it back to you. “It’s obvious he still has feelings for you.”

“I don’t know about that – ”

“And I know you still have feelings for him, too. Neither of you will ever admit it, but we all know.”

Shocked by her accusation, you sputter, “Huh? That’s not…how do you…”

“We’re sisters. Of course I know.”

You remain silent, neither confirming nor denying her suspicions. It wouldn’t matter anyways with how confident she sounds.

“I’m not saying you two shouldn’t reconnect. To be honest, it seems like Eren is back to his normal self, before his whole wannabe fuck boy phase. I want to make sure that you’re ready to take that next step. If that’s what you really want.”

“I don’t know what I want yet. We’re taking it slow. There’s no rush.”

“And that’s great. I don’t doubt that you’ll continue to succeed in that. But I’m sure there will come a time that you’ll be tempted to revisit those intimate moments the two of you share. If you do go through with it, do it because you want to. Not because you’re lonely, desperate, or pressured. Do it because it feels right in your heart.”

You let her advice sink in. She adds, “If you ever need someone to talk to, you know I’m always a phone call away.”

In the dim light, you can see her sincere eyes gazing at you. “Thank you,” you tell her, promising telepathically to heed her words of wisdom.

The discussion ends there, leaving it up to you to decide when the “right time” is. Or if there will ever be a “right time”.

One thing is for sure: this summer is already more interesting because of Eren Jaeger.

At the end of the semester, the seniors graduate in the standard pomp and circumstance ceremony. You exchange tearful goodbyes to your favorite graduates, promising to keep in touch. Hange makes you swear to visit her at Marley School of Medicine, while Petra promises to stop by whenever she’s in the area. The candy leis you, Mikasa, and Sasha spent the previous night crafting are distributed to all the Sigma Nu Kappa seniors, even some Alpha Tau’s, including Levi, Erwin, and of course, Mike. You give him an especially fond smooch on the cheek.

With the school year officially over, most of Paradis’s students pack up and go home. Annie and Hitch agree to stay an extra day to help you move into the on-campus apartments called Reiss Residence, open specifically for students staying for the summer. It takes at least two hours to haul your belongings across campus to your new home. Being on the second floor of the complex with an elevator that operates at a snail’s pace contributes to the difficulty. Once your stuff is inside, you unpack, dragging boxes up the stairs into one of the empty bedrooms. Downstairs is a living room space furnished with a couch and coffee table. There’s also a little kitchen, complete with all the essential appliances to cook. Unfortunately, you don’t have any pots or pans to actually prepare a meal, so you pray that your roommate moves in with those items in her possession.

Exhausted from the move and too lazy to walk over to the dining hall, you call a local pizza shop to get dinner delivered directly to your doorstep, treating your friends for helping you during this tiring process. In the middle of your meal, you hear a knock on your door.

“RA knocking! Anyone in there?” When you open it, a tall, well-built man stands in front of you with a clipboard. “Hi! I’m Onyankopon, your new RA.”

You introduce yourself, smiling as you shake hands.

“Welcome to Reiss. My room is downstairs, #101. Knock anytime you need anything. If I’m not in, feel free to call me.” He gives you a sheet of paper listing general rules and information for the complex. He points at the number typed on the bottom next to his name.

“I see you’re pretty much moved in. I just need to get you checked-in with a date and a signature.” He presents you the clipboard and a pen. You scan it quickly for your name, signing it when you find it. Not bothering to check the rest of the list, you return it to him.

“Awesome, thanks. Has your roommate moved in?”

“No, not yet.”

“That’s okay. I’ll come by tomorrow again to check. Some students are coming in tomorrow, even later this week since classes don’t start until Monday. I’m planning to have a little welcoming party in my room Sunday night to introduce everyone. I’ll post the details on the bulletin next to the laundry room on this floor.”

“Sounds great. Looking forward to it,” you tell him, genuinely excited.

“Don’t hesitate to contact me if you need anything!” With that, he waves goodbye, leaving to knock on the rest of the doors on your floor.

Back inside, Annie says, “He seems nice.”

“And hot,” Hitch smirks. “Aren’t RAs for these apartments usually grad students? You should try older men for a change,” she teases with a wink.

You roll your eyes. “I don’t think he’ll be interested in an undergrad if he really is a grad student.”

“Hey, you never know unless you try! How hot would that be, sex with the RA? This stuff doesn’t write itself.”

You laugh, half considering her suggestion because she’s not wrong: your new RA is very attractive. However, you’re still taking time to focus on yourself and avoid potential drama. If that means remaining celibate the rest of the summer, then that’s the route you’ll have to continue taking.

“Armin told me that Eren is also going to be here. Is that going to be weird for you?” Annie asks, finishing off her slice of pizza.

“I don’t know. We probably won’t see much of each other unless we literally live right next door, which isn’t going to happen.”

“Think you’ll try to hang out with him one-on-one? I mean, you practically saw each other every day the past few months.”

“That’s different; we’re always with Mikasa and Armin. There’s a buffer.”

“Do you even want to hang out with him? As friends?”

It’s definitely crossed your mind. Mikasa’s words have been replaying constantly the past couple of days. Do it because it feels right in your heart.

You haven’t seen him since the last study session, and the thought of running into him any minute now has you flustered. Is it worry? Or excitement?

“I don’t think I’m there yet,” you respond, remaining ambiguous.

Instead of continuing to pester you, they drop it, changing the subject to Eta Iota gossip going around about one of Hitch’s sisters hooking up with another’s boyfriend. You listen passively, your focus still on Eren.

Given your history, it might be dangerous to be alone together. You’d be lying to yourself if you said your intimate memories with him have never reappeared in your thoughts. They pop up in your head, particularly at night when you need some sort of sweet release.

Hanging out, without Mikasa and Armin there to regulate, is a big step. Will you ever get there with him? Can you ever be friends?

The next morning, you eat breakfast with Hitch and Annie at the cafeteria before they leave for home. Back at your apartment, you notice the door is open, boxes stacked and scattered around the living room. You hear shuffling upstairs and a girl’s voice talking to someone on speaker phone. You knock on the open door loudly to announce your presence.

A girl with light-brown hair in a ponytail comes sprinting down the stairs, smiling. “Roomie!” She launches herself towards you to give you a big hug. “I’m Hannah! Nice to meet you!”

You return her embrace and introduce yourself, making small talk while you help her move her things to her bedroom. Throughout the day, you learn that she is cheerful and easy-going. She mentions her boyfriend Franz, who she warns will be coming over quite often, to which you assure her that you don’t mind.

When she’s unpacked, the two of you walk to the store right off campus to pick up groceries and snacks. That night, you cook your first meal in the kitchen. Luckily, Hannah comes prepared with kitchenware, offering to share it as long as you clean it after use.

Friday, Hannah decides to spend the weekend with Franz once more before the session begins, leaving you alone in the apartment. You sleep in, taking advantage of the few days left of your tiny break.

Around noon, your growling stomach gets you out of bed. In your comfiest sweats, you leave your apartment. For the first time this week, you notice the door next to yours is open. Outside is a middle-aged woman with long black hair in a loose ponytail hanging over her shoulder. There are clothes scattered over the pavement surrounding her as she carries an empty laundry basket. Immediately, you bend down to pick up some of the littered fabric.

“Ah, thank you, dear. I’m such a klutz,” she giggles, squatting to help. “These are clean, don’t worry.”

You chuckle, giving her a pair of sweatpants. The two of your collect the last few items off the ground. “I hope I didn’t take too much time out of your day!” she says.

“Not at all. I was just on my way to get lunch. I’m in no rush. Happy to help.”

“I’m relieved to know my son is living next to someone as sweet as you. Thank you again for all your help.”

Her appreciation for such a simple act is endearing. She seems like such a lovely woman. You smile at her, reiterating how it wasn’t a big deal when you hear someone walk towards you from behind.

You turn to check who it is, almost choking when you recognize that it’s Eren. He blinks rapidly as he stutters your name.

Somehow, some way, the universe has forced you two to be next door neighbors.

Eren’s mom glances at him, then at you. “Oh, you two know each other? How nice! She was helping me pick up your laundry after I dropped it all on the ground.”

He steps towards his mother, grabbing the sides of the basket. “Mom, I told you I’d get that. It’s heavy,” he states, carrying it easily. He glances at you before heading back inside his apartment to set the clothes down.

His mom asks you, “So, you two are friends?”

What is the correct answer here? You’re not quite sure yourself.

Eren quickly replies, “Yes, we’re friends.” He smiles at you, then at his mom.

“Oh good! I don’t have to worry about my son being lonely this summer,” his mom teases, pinching one of his cheeks.

“Mom,” Eren warns, waving her off lovingly. It’s cute.

“Your dad should be here soon; he went to get gas after we unloaded all of your things from the car.”

“That’s nice you’re here to help Eren move. I wish I had a car when I moved. We had to lug everything from across campus,” you explain, laughing.

“Oh you poor thing. Next time, tell Eren to help you. As you can see, he has plenty of muscles,” she comments, squeezing his bicep.

“Mom, seriously,” he mutters, hand shielding his face in embarrassment.

“He’s so shy, isn’t he?” she grins. Eren peeks at you between his fingers, a blush surrounding his cheeks.

His mom’s phone chimes. “Oh! That’s your father, let’s go sweetie.”

You’re ready to part ways when you hear her suggest, “You should come to lunch with us!”

Going to lunch with your former fuck buddy’s parents? And your former fuck buddy turned acquaintance slash friend? This is too weird. “No, I don’t want to intrude.”

“Nonsense. We’re inviting you.”

Expecting him to dissuade his mother, Eren agrees. “Yeah, you should come with us. It’ll be fun.” His expression is warm and inviting. His eyes glisten with kindness. How can you decline an invite from both him and his mother?

“Oh…um, okay. Thank you,” you relent, walking besides them.

“Silly me! I forgot to introduce myself. I’m Carla,” she mentions, holding out her hand. You do the same as the three of you head downstairs. In the parking lot, you spot a maroon Subaru Hatchback running. A man with glasses sits in the driver’s seat.

“Honey, Eren’s friend here is going to join us for lunch!” Carla exclaims.

From inside the vehicle, you see him clap giddily. “Excellent! Hello Eren’s friend!”

Carla informs her husband of your name, to which he enthusiastically repeats. You grin at their quirkiness. From the corner of your eye, you see Eren smiling too.

~~~

Somehow, some way, the universe has blessed Eren.

He can’t comprehend it. He’s sitting in the back of the car next to her, the middle seat being the only distance between them, as his parents drive them to his favorite restaurant in the area. He literally pinches himself several times to believe it’s real.

His mom does most of the chatting during the ride. She asks the standard questions, most of which he’s already memorized about her. At the restaurant, which is a local diner with the best milkshakes, his dad joins in on the small talk. In typical Grisha Jaeger fashion, he brags about Zeke, who’s currently in med school to take over the family business. This naturally prompts him to pat Eren on the back and proclaim, “But I’m also proud of my other son here, who’s going to be a hot-shot lawyer one day! Hopefully he won’t ever be prosecuting me for medical malpractice!”

Aside from his dad’s corny jokes, their lunch is as delightful as Eren could imagine it to be, under their current circumstances. All week, he’s been nervous about the status of their relationship this summer, if there even would be a relationship. Without Armin and Mikasa around, how would it be between them? The question has been nagging him since he decided to stay. And now, it’s been partially answered. Still, he wonders if they’ll ever be able to spend time together, just the two of them.

Back at the apartment, they gather in front of Eren’s room.

“Thank you so much for lunch, Mr. and Mrs. Jaeger,” she says.

“Oh please, the pleasure was all ours! We hope to see you again soon!”

Eren eyes his mom, to which she announces, “Grisha, honey, let’s unpack some of Eren’s stuff in the kitchen.” Before his dad can get a word in, she drags him into the apartment, yelling out, “Sweetheart, it was so nice to finally meet you. Please take good care of yourself!” He nearly flinches at his mom’s slip-up. Thankfully, it goes unnoticed.

At last alone with her, he says, “Thank you for joining us. That was fun. I hope it wasn’t awkward for you or anything.”

“No, it wasn’t. Your parents are really nice. Thanks for letting me tag along.”

“Are you all unpacked?” he asks, eager to keep their exchange going.

“Yeah, for the most part. I don’t have too many things, so it wasn’t so bad.”

“I’m the opposite. My mom made sure I packed everything. I might have to use the spare bedroom for storage.”

Her eyes light up at this statement. “You don’t have a roommate?”

“Nope. It’s just me,” he answers. “My dad is going to help me move the other bed into my room to create a queen-sized bed.”

“That sounds nice.” There’s a small pause before she adds, “Maybe we can hang out at your place. Not on the bed, I’m not thinking that because of the bed, I thought that since you don’t have a roommate, it might be nice to, y’know, watch a movie or something, I don’t know – ”

He stops her rambling with a grin, “I get it. I wasn’t thinking anything about it. But yeah, we should definitely do that. If it’s okay with you.” Calm, cool, collective. He has to appear this way as fireworks are nearly bursting out of his chest.

She nods, not explicitly responding to his last statement. “Anyways, I’ll let you get back to unpacking. I’ll see you around.”

It’s too short. He wishes they could keep chatting forever and ever. “Yeah, see you.”

She disappears into her apartment, leaving Eren to pinch himself one more time before joining his parents inside. In a daze, he removes some pans from the open box next to his mom, who looks at him curiously.

“Honey, Eren and I are going to unpack his clothes in his room. Can you finish the rest of these boxes down here?”

“Yes, dear.”

Upstairs, Eren’s mom shuts the door and begins hanging his jackets in the closet. “So, that’s her.”

There’s no secrets between him and his mom. That’s the type of relationship they have. When he fucked up last semester, he made sure to come clean about it as soon as he was home for winter break. And she made sure to give him a piece of her mind. Since then, she hasn’t stopped.

“I can’t believe you would do that to a sweet girl like her,” she continues, casually unfolding his laundry as she scolds him. “Really, Eren. I am still so disappointed in you.”

“I know, Mom. I know. I fucked up. I beat myself up about it every day.”

“I hope you do. Did you know that she would be next door?”

“Of course not. I knew she was staying at these apartments. I never predicted this. I mean, I jokingly wished for it. I didn’t think it’d actually come true.” He can’t help but smile to himself, feeling like the luckiest guy in the world.

She glares at him. “Don’t get any ideas, son. You have to keep your distance. She might still be wary about you. I wouldn’t blame her.”

“Yeah, I know. I will. But when I told her I don’t have a roommate, she said that we should hang out. I think she’s ready to be friends.”

She stops what she’s doing to look at him carefully. “Honey, are you sure about this?”

“What do you mean?”

“Isn’t it time to move on? I know you still have feelings for her, but this is dangerous. You don’t know if she’ll ever feel the same way about you again. Maybe this ship has sailed.”

He contemplates this for a while before saying, “Maybe. But if there’s the tiniest chance, then I’m wearing a life vest and swimming. I’m not letting her go. Not yet.”

She stares at him, concerned. “You like her that much?”

With full confidence, he answers, “I’m in love with her. I love her, Mom.” This is the first he’s confessing it out loud. He’s surer of it now hearing it in his own voice.

“Eren, you’re not even dating. You barely know her. Don’t be ridiculous.”

“I’m not being ridiculous. I feel it in my heart, in my fucking soul. I can’t stop thinking about her. Everything I do now is for her. To prove to her how worthy of a man I can be, worthy of her love. I won’t give up until the day she looks me in the eyes and tells me that it’s never going to happen. Maybe even then, I won’t give up. I know you probably think I’m being immature or idiotic. But this is how I feel. I can’t help it.”

“Honey, I hear you, and I’m not trying to invalidate your feelings. But are you prepared to get hurt if this doesn’t work out the way you want it to?” There’s urgency in her voice, almost like she’s pleading with him to reconsider this. To give up, for his own sake.

He won’t. This is the most certain he’s ever been in his life.

“If that means I’m going to get hurt, then fine. It’ll be worth it to have felt something than nothing at all.”

~~~

Sunday night, your RA hosts a gathering in his slightly larger apartment on the first floor. Hannah isn’t back from her boyfriend’s, so you arrive alone. You meet a few of the other residents as you help yourself to a slice of pizza and a drink. Onyankopon gathers everyone in a circle to play a little ice-breaker game. Just as he’s about to start, Eren walks in.

“Sorry I’m late,” he mumbles.

“No worries, man! Go ahead and take a spot in the circle.”

You glance at him, waving, which he returns with a smile. He positions himself across from you, next to an auburn-headed guy you sort of recognize from one of the fraternities.

Onyankopon asks everyone in the circle state their name, year, major, organizations they are involved in on campus, and one interesting fact. He starts, explaining how he completed his bachelors at a school private school in Marley and is now working on his masters in aerospace engineering here at Paradis. Each resident clockwise has their turn to speak. When it gets to Eren, he shares that he has a big sweet tooth, which you already knew, and that he has finished an entire chocolate cake all by himself once in his lifetime, which you did not know.

After the event, you bid farewell to your RA and new neighbors. Outside, Eren walks slow, waiting for you. You catch up to him, greeting him with a, “Hey.”

“Hi. Are you ready for classes tomorrow? Feels like we barely had a break.”

“Not sure if I’m ever really ready for classes. Oh well,” you chuckle. “Do you have an early morning class?”

“No. Thankfully my earliest class is at 11, which isn’t bad.”

“That’s the same for me too! It’ll be nice to sleep in once in a while.”

“Yeah, definitely.” There’s a pause. “Maybe we can get breakfast some time. If you’re up for it.”

You remember him being so against sharing a meal together in public not too long ago. And now, he’s offering the idea so easily. You can’t help but tease him just a bit. “You don’t want to get it delivered?”

He stops in his tracks. “Hey, I didn’t…I wasn’t…I’m sorry I wasn’t thinking – ”

You nudge him in the arm with your elbow, laughing. “I’m messing with you. Breakfast sounds good.”

His face relaxes. “I deserve that.”

“Yeah, you do,” you smirk.

It’s different this time around. It has to be.

~~~

The session starts and Eren, for the most part, has a handle on his courses. Without it being as rigorous as a regular semester, he spends a large chunk of his free time going to the gym, cooking in his kitchen, and watching Netflix on his flat-screen TV, courtesy of Dr. Grisha Jaeger.

Though the walls are thin, he barely hears a bump from his lovely neighbor. However, knowing she’s there brings him happiness. Over the past few weeks, they’ve been getting comfortable chatting outside the apartment. Sometimes for a few minutes if either of them is in a rush to another destination, most of the time for nearly half an hour, neither in any rush to end it. He looks forward to stepping outside his apartment every day to get his daily dose of her. An instant serotonin boost.

One Friday night, well into the season, Eren sits on the couch in front of the TV, watching a K-drama he’s hooked on. He finished a bowl of pasta for dinner and is indulging in ice cream when he hears a knock on his door.

He cracks it open cautiously. To his delight, it’s her. “Hi neighbor. Can I hang out here for a bit?”

It takes a while to process. Is he dreaming? He pulls himself together and opens the door for her, inviting her in. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. It’s just that my roommate and her boyfriend are having a heated argument right now and I’m almost certain it’s going to lead to some very loud and angry sex. I don’t want to be there to listen to it.” She plops down on the couch. “I hope I’m not bothering you.”

“Not at all. I was just watching TV. Do you want some ice cream?”

“Sure!”

He rummages through his freezer, retrieving a particular carton of ice cream. As he scoops it into a bowl, she comments, “I didn’t expect you to be a fan of K-dramas.” She’s looking at the paused screen on the television, an amused expression on her face.

He passes her the bowl and takes a seat on the opposite side of the couch, an appropriate distance for two ex-lovers to be in. “I recently got into it. I can see why people are so obsessed with them. Especially the romance ones.”

She takes a spoonful of ice cream into her mouth. “Yum. This is my favorite. Thank you.”

There’s no point in revealing to her that he knows this already. She mentioned it once during spring semester. He wanted to try it himself, see why she adored it so much. Now, he always keeps a pint of it in his freezer. Not because he expects situations like this, but because he indulges in it himself to have the tiniest connection with her. It also helps that it is, in fact, yummy.

“So I’m guessing that you don’t get along with your roommate?” he asks, finishing the last bites of his melting ice cream.

“We get along fine. I just didn’t expect her and her boyfriend to be so loud. Especially during sex. It’s very distracting.”

“When you’re caught up in the heat of the moment, it’s easy to forget about everything and everybody else surrounding you,” he says. In the worst timing ever, he recalls their passionate nights, never holding back with each other.

She turns to look at him, a gleam in her eyes that sends his heart racing. “Yeah. You’re right.”

Is he imagining all of this? This pleasant vibe in the air?

He hastily grabs the remote and resumes the show, ending any more talk about sex. They finish the episode and watch one more before she deems it safe to return to her place.

“Thanks again for letting me come over. And for the ice cream.”

“Of course. I’m here anytime you need me.” The words slip out sooner than he can actually think it through. He panics, fearing he took a monumental step backwards.

Instead, she responds, “Okay. I’ll hold you to that.” Eren watches her leave and waits for the soft thud of her door shutting to close his.

Cheeks hot, perspiration beading on his forehead, he slides down the door and sits on the floor, burying his face in his sweaty palms.

His mom is right. This is dangerous.

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The summer session is nearing the end. It goes by much faster than you expect. This is largely thanks to your next-door neighbor slash friend slash ex-lover Eren Jaeger. For a situation so complicated and messy, it’s been easy being with him, as friends.

It’s gotten to a point where you’re at his apartment nearly every weekend, usually watching a random show or movie. He’ll offer you whatever meal he can whip up in the kitchen on the fly; other nights you’ll order delivery or take-out from a local restaurant. And every dinner ends with three scoops of your favorite ice cream.

On some weekdays, you’ll wake up early to get breakfast together at the dining hall. You’ve since unblocked his number from your phone, so either he’ll text you, “Breakfast?” or you’ll knock on his door, knowing he’s already awake.

Not wanting to make the same mistakes as last year, you tell your friends everything, to which you get plenty of opinions about from them. Annie in particular isn’t shy to call you dumb for falling for the same trap again. In your defense, it doesn’t feel stressful this time around. What do either you or Eren gain from spending time together, besides companionship? Without sex being involved, could the two of you truly become friends? At this rate, you’re confident that you can.

The Friday leading into finals, you leave the library close to 1 AM. You got caught up finishing a paper for one of your classes, not realizing how late it is. The walk to your apartment isn’t far. However, being alone in the after-midnight darkness adds a level of creepiness that unsettles you. You slide your keys between your knuckles as a makeshift weapon and stroll directly under each lamp post for a sense of security.

When you arrive at the apartment complex, there’s a figure slouched at the bottom of the staircase leading up to your floor. You recognize him as one of the residents of the apartments. As you pass him on the steps, he grabs your ankle.

“Hey, can you help me?” His speech is slurred; he’s drunk.

Alarmed at his unwanted touch, you tug your foot away from him, muttering, “Sorry. No.” You hustle up the stairs, hoping he stays slumped there.

You hear shuffling as he cries out, “Come on! I locked myself out! Public Safety is taking forever. Let me stay in your apartment for a bit.”

He’s on your tail. Nervous for him to see which apartment you’re living in, you stop in front of the laundry room, reaching for the phone in your pocket. “I said no. I don’t know you.”

“I’m Floch. I’ve seen you around. You’re a Sigma Nu Kappa. I bet you’re an easy fuck.” He grabs you by the wrist aggressively, causing you to drop your phone onto the ground.

“Let go of me asshole!” On instinct, you kick him between the legs, directly in the balls.

He grunts, doubling over, clutching his hopefully shattered jewels. “You fucking bitch,” he spits out through gritted teeth.

Quickly, you retrieve your fallen phone and sprint to your room, desperate to hide from him. Shaking, you can’t get your keys into the lock. From your peripheral, you see him get back up slowly, limping towards you, holding onto his crotch like some perverted zombie. You continuously press the lock button on your phone, attempting to trigger the SOS signal as he closes the distance.

Suddenly, the next door swings open and Eren hovers over Floch, growling, “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

Your assailant shrinks, waving his hands in front of him in a pathetic surrender. “Whoa…Nothing man, I wasn’t doing anything.”

“You owe her an apology.”

“Huh? She’s the one who kicked my nuts – ’

“Did I fucking stutter? Apologize to her. Right fucking now, dipshit.”

“Okay, okay.” He peeks around Eren’s massive form to apologize. “I’m sorry.”

You don’t speak, staring at them in a catatonic state.

Eren steps forward, towering over him. “Now get the fuck away from her and wait outside your own goddamn apartment. And if you bother her again, I won’t be so nice.”

Without another word, Floch hobbles off, heading upstairs to the third level.

Eren looks at you, expression switching immediately from outrage to concern. “Are you okay?”

You’re still trembling as you nod. “Yeah. I’m…I’m okay.”

“Did he hurt you?”

“No. I kicked him in the balls before he could do anything.” You turn the handle to open the door, which you finally manage to get unlocked. “Thank you. That was…crazy.”

“You don’t have to thank me. I heard your voice from outside and I knew something was wrong. I’m glad I came out when I did.”

“Me too.” For some reason, you’re nervous to look at him, so you keep your focus on the ground.

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah, I’ll be fine. Thank you again.”

“It was nothing. Seriously. I’m here anytime you need me.”

You stand, frozen in place with fear and adrenaline coursing through your veins. Eren’s voice, despite being beside you, seems distant.

“You’re shaking,” he notices, watching you carefully.

“Yeah, I’m just…I don’t know. I wish my roommate was here. I don’t want to be alone right now.” Unfortunately, Hannah decided last minute to study for finals at her boyfriend’s this weekend.

After a moment of contemplation, he says, “You can stay at my place. Until you’re feeling better.”

“Are you sure? You don’t feel weird about this?”

“No. We’re friends. Right?” It’s more of a question he wants confirmed, unsure himself.

You smile at him. “Yes. Friends.”

~~~

He leads her inside his apartment, waving over to the couch. “I’ll be back. I’m going to get a pillow and a blanket.”

Prior to heading into his bedroom, he goes into the bathroom, staring at his reflection in the mirror. She’s in his apartment in the middle of the night, and he’s almost certain she will be sleeping here. She’s scared and traumatized from that asshole who attacked her, and she didn’t want to be alone, so he offered to help.

Has he crossed the line? Is this okay?

Back downstairs, he hands her a pillow and throw blanket. “Here you go. Let me know if you need anything else.”

He’s ready to march right upstairs, slam his door shut, and pretend that this is all totally normal. That he’s totally fine. This is what friends do. They help each other. And that’s what they are now. Friends.

“Wait.”

She looks at him, eyes precious, innocent, and sweet. Arms wrapped tightly around the pillow. It has him melting like ice cream on a hot summer day.

“Can you…stay with me a while?”

He swallows loudly, nervous and excited all at once. “Of course.”

She smiles softly, laying on the cushion with the blanket surrounding her. He kneels on the floor beside her, still in awe that this is happening.

“It smells like you,” she says, nose pressed into the pillow.

He laughs. “Is that a good or a bad thing?”

“Good. It smells good.”

It’s too much. He’s about to explode from glee. On the edge of the couch, he rests his arm, laying his head on it, gazing at her. He wants to brush the hair away from her forehead. Caress her delicate cheek with his hand. “Are you okay?”

“Still a little freaked out.”

“We should report it. I’ll let Onyankopon know now – ”

“We can talk to him in the morning. I don’t want to be left alone right now.” Her hand sneaks out from under the covers, inches from his. There’s electricity flickering in the small space. It jolts throughout his body, firing synapses into his brain.

“Can I hold your hand?” she asks, voice trembling.

He’s convinced he’s dreaming now. There’s no way this is happening. But it is. She’s here in front of him. As real as ever.

He hesitates, “Are you sure?”

She nods, carefully sliding her hand over his.

Everything plays in slow motion. They press their palms together slowly, fingertips lined up perfectly, skin-on-skin igniting the ember that still remains from months ago. Savoring this moment before it gets taken away. Their fingers interlock, fitting seamlessly as if they belong exactly like this.

Breathless, he asks again, “Are you sure this is okay?” His whole body vibrates from the palpations overwhelming his chest, still in disbelief this is actually happening.

“Yes, Eren.” Her voice is soft, supple. It soothes him, makes him feel at peace.

“I don’t want to rush this.”

“Me neither.”

They remain in this position for a while, cherishing it for all it’s worth. So much is communicated between them without speaking. It’s in the eyes, their touch. The warmth that she emits, filling him up with euphoria he can’t find elsewhere.

It’s different this time. It’s right. He’ll do everything in his power not to mess it up again. His word lost all value the second he used it against her. So instead of telling her how he feels, he has to show her. Prove to her that he’s no longer afraid.

~~~

“Can I show you something?” He looks at you tenderly, eyes sparkling like brilliant emeralds unearthed through the dust.

Curious, you agree, giving him your full attention, a flutter in your belly from the anticipation.

He places your palm over his chest, holding you gently against him. Through the cotton of his shirt, you feel his heart pounding hard and fast.

“This is how I feel about you. This is what you do to me.”

You keep steady, relishing the rhythmic thumping of his heartbeat. Understanding exactly what he’s trying to convey to you.

The two of you were always lost in translation, unsure how the other felt, what the other wanted. You were on different pages, sometimes even in two different worlds. Somehow, someway, you are brought together again, now in the same orbit, revolving one other like the universe intended it.

Your story with Eren has already been written. It began at the start of fall semester, almost a year ago, and ended a few months later, before the bitter cold of winter. There are no rewrites, no rewinds to change the events that occurred. Mistakes were made, hearts were broken, a chance at love was lost. Far from a fairytale ending.

Maybe this is the beginning of the sequel, a story about two people who are far from perfect finding their way back to each other for one last shot. Picking up the shattered fragments to build something beautiful from the ground up, piece by piece. There may be cracks or missing parts throughout. In the end, maybe it’ll be a masterpiece you can both be proud of, flaws and all.

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End Note: Thank you for all of you who have taken the time to read Rush the whole way through. It’s been such a fun ride and I hope it was worth it. The love and support I’ve gotten throughout means so much to me, I can’t thank you enough! I have a few ideas about what I want to write next, so stay tuned!

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nerd!eren x black reader

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thank you guys so much for almost 200 notes on this!!! i litterally wrote this when i was high af and could barely see 😭😭

nerd!eren who was kind enough to tutor you in math, talking you through each problem in a way that was easy enough for you to comprehend.

nerd!eren who can't help but let his eyes drop down to your lips as he adjusts his glasses on his face, his cheeks heating up when you catch him staring.

nerd!eren who thought you were playing a prank on him when leaned across the library table one day to whisper in his ear how much you want him.

nerd!eren who's eyes widen but he doesn't pull away when you smash your lips into his, your cherry flavored lip gloss sticks to his lips.

nerd!eren who has the biggest dick you've ever seen, it's like he has a third leg with the way it hangs low even when he's soft.

nerd!eren who gets his first handjob in the parking lot of the library, his eyes looking around outside before they drop down to your hand that pumps him quickly.

nerd!eren who chokes on air when you tell him that you're not sure you can fit it all inside of you "its not that big" he mumbles quietly, looking anywhere but at you.

nerd!eren who fucks you hard one night after you get an A on your math test.

nerd!eren who likes to spend hours between your legs, the taste of you on his tongue is so addicting that he can't go more than a couple of days without eating your pussy.

nerd!eren who finally agrees to go to a party with you, only to be drunk after two drinks.

nerd!eren who coughs for like 10 minutes after hitting the blunt once

nerd!eren who gets horny when drunk, hands rubbing on the exposed skin on your thigh, your skirt bunched up at your hips as eren lets his fingers skim over your panties

nerd!eren who fingers you in an empty bedroom during his first frat party.

nerd!eren who asks you to be his girlfriend the day before summer vacation.

nerd!eren who sends you pictures and videos all summer long, 3 hour long facetime conversations as the two of you spend your summer in different places.

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bry11p · 3 months

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CHAPTER 1

Pairing: Eren x Fem! Reader

WC: 4.0k

CW/TAGS: Angst, Physical violence, shy reader, insecurities

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You look out the window of your shared dorm, the little droplets of rain sliding down the glass pane. Through your eyes, you admired the gloominess of the clouds, and the silence of your campus. However, your peace was interrupted by your roommate, Mikasa, who was also your closest friend, entering through the door. You mumbled out a small greeting acknowledging her presence before laying flat on your back.

You consider yourself lucky in the regard that you shared your dorm with someone you know. Internally laughing at the thought, lucky, you were lucky indeed. You’d prefer someone you knew your whole life over someone who’s probably snobby and an asshole.

“What's having you smiling over there?” Mikasa questioned with a slight smile of her own adorning her face. You roll over on your stomach, resting your head on your folded arms.

“Mm, nothing,” you hum out before looking at the black haired girl. She moves to sit on the edge of your bed, her soft hands threading through your hair. You close your eyes at the gentle feeling. “I was out with my sorority”, Mikasa started. You stayed silent, knowing she was going to continue whatever she had to say. Her hands continue playing with your hair. “On the weekend, the sorority and fraternity are having a get together at the frat house. It’s like a..” she paused. “Bonding activity.”

“Mhm” You reply softly. You assumed she was telling you this to let you know where she would be over the weekend. So you wouldn’t worry. You open one eye to look at her when she stops moving her fingers through your hair. You notice her mouth open and close. Like she’s hesitating to say something. You close your eyes again and let her take her time. After all, you were never an impatient person. Especially when it comes to her.

“I was wondering” She pauses for a bit. “If you would like to come”, Mikasa finally spits out. Like ripping the bandaid off. She knew you weren’t a people person. It was hard to make conversation with people for you, you preferred being alone anyways. You sit up at her request, resting your back against the wall. You weren’t mad, just curious as to where the offer came from.

You raise your brow, silently telling her to elaborate.

Mikasa moves to sit next to you. “They told us we’re allowed to bring plus ones. And I just”, she looks away, a slight blush dusting her cheeks. “I wanted to have you go out. You don’t have to make any friends, even becoming acquainted with a few people is all I really ask.” She finishes. You move to rest your head on her shoulder. You knew she didn’t have any bad intent behind her request.

“That’s thoughtful of you, and I appreciate it.” You reply. Honestly speaking, you weren’t totally against the idea. And you wanted to make Mikasa happy, this is the first time she invited you to one of her sorority things. It’s not like she didn’t want you to go before, she just wanted you to warm up to everything first.

“So?” She asks. Gently pushing for your answer.

“I-” You start. Your fingers tapping on your knees softly as you ponder in thought. You haven’t gone out since the beginning of this year, and it’s the 15th of October now. Reserved by nature, and only harboring 2 friends, one being Mikasa, the other being your boyfriend, Jean, you didn’t see any reason to go out. It’s not like you didn’t like the feeling of your bed..

However, you don’t want to let down Mikasa.

You nod your head against her shoulder before saying your next words. “Yeah”, you breathe out. “I’ll go.”

~~~~~

Your palms are sweaty as you sit on the sofa in your boyfriend's dorm. He was currently pacing back and forth, displeased at the idea of you going out. You sit crossed legged, your thighs slightly shaking at your lover's anger. He stops, and your eyes dart to him.

“So what you're saying is that you want to go to a party. Without me. You do know those get-togethers are just an excuse to hook-up with people, right?” With each sentence his voice rose. With each sentence, he stepped closer to you. His face right in front of yours, you could see the hostility in his eyes as he faces you.

“It’s not like that..” You whisper out.

One second you were facing him, the next you were cupping your cheek with your hand. The stinging on your cheek snaps you back into reality. You bite your lips realizing he slapped you, hard.

“So you get invited to a party and think you’re better than me huh?” he grabs your face, his strong fingers feel like they're crushing your jaw. Even though he isn’t choking you, you feel as if you can’t breathe.

“Mikasa” You stuttered out her name before you continued. “She invited me”, his grip is unforgiving still.

“So? What the fuck has that got to do with me.” He growled out. A scowl resting disgustingly on his face.

Tears threaten to fall from your eyes. When did he turn so..

“I can’t say no to her.” You choked out, a sob escaping your lips.

“Tch. Can’t say no to her but you can disrespect me right in front of my face.” with the strength in his one arm, he throws you onto the ground harshly. Making sure to have some force behind it to show how truly mad he is.

“No, Jean..” you stutter out. Your head throbs from the impact with the floor. “I don’t mean to disrespect you..” You meekly say. Your voice comes out small. Everything about you is small compared to him. His frame is built, clearly showing he works out and takes care of his body. He stands at 6 foot 2. Really, what can you do against him? He beats you in every category.

He moves to straddle you. Fuck. You realize you were too slow getting up. Jeans grip is unforgiving as he pins your wrists above your head, probably going to leave a bruise for the next few days. Tears start running down your cheeks, a familiar feeling by now. Seriously..you were pathetic.

“Then why are you going?” he yells in your face, spit flying onto your face.

A buzzing sound comes from the kitchen counter. You both turn your heads to the noise.

He silently curses under his breath as he moves to get off of you.

“Whatever. Go for all I care. Go get fucked by some guy who doesn’t even care about you like I do.” He calls you a “fucking slut” after that for good measure before he picks up his phone. You take that chance to run out of his dorm.

~~~~

You stand in front of your mirror, looking at the bruise that’s slowly starting to form on your wrists. Tears cascade down your face without you noticing, you should be used to this. He was so sweet when you two first got together.. You can't help but wonder where you went wrong, what changed.

Shaking your head, erasing your thoughts, you retreat back to your bed thankful that Mikasa was out right now. She won’t be able to see the state you’re in now. With bloodshot, puffy eyes, your hair tangled and to top it off, the bruises that are starting to make home on your skin.

Tucking yourself into bed, you let sleep engulf you.

~~~~

A few days later, it was now the weekend. The sun shines through your shared bedroom window successfully waking you up. You try hiding under the covers but your attempt is made futile once Mikasa lifts them from your body.

You let out a sigh of realization that today was the get together between the two..

Mikasa softly calls out your name and gently shakes you awake. You let out a soft grunt and face your body towards her.

“It doesn’t start till later this evening, want to go shopping for some outfits?” Mikasa suggests.

And that’s how you find yourself standing in front of a mirror trying on the like millionth outfit of the day. In the back of your mind you can’t help but be nervous, you don’t want to overdress, but you also don’t want to underdress. Your usual attire consists of lounge wear with a few fun outfits here and there. In the back of your mind you think what if they all dress you? You’re not exactly popular, like fuck, you don’t even talk to people that aren’t Mikasa or Jean. You feel your hands get clammy and disgustingly sweaty.

Speaking of Jean.. How would he act once he finds out you went?

You weren’t going to hook up with anyone or any of the outrageous things he spat out that night. You wanted to make Mikasa happy. Saying “to put yourself out there” might be a bit too audacious, but maybe becoming acquainted with a few people won’t be too bad.

The black haired girl knocked on the door to your dressing room. “Almost done in there?” You hear her ask. You shoot back a quick “yeah” and take a final once over of the outfit you decided to put on.

“What do we think?” You question with a smile on your face.

“It looks amazing” She replies genuinely. She said that to every outfit you showed her but this is the one outfit you feel amazing in. That you won’t feel judged while wearing.

You follow Mikasa while you two make your way to the fraternity house. The October air feels cold against your skin, signaling that Autumn will soon meet its end. You feel Mikasa squeeze your hand periodically to calm your worries, it works for a bit.

Finally, you guys arrive at their front door. It’s already open, welcoming anybody inside. You feel yourself go rigid and pause. The cold air leaves your cheeks red, you feel the girl beside you squeeze your hand again. You try to drown out the nagging voice inside of your head saying to just go back. To just go back to your dorm. That you don’t need to do this. But then Mikasa speaks up.

“We can always go back. We don’t have to..” her words drag out, leaving the opportunity to go back hanging in the air.

You find yourself shaking your head. “No, it’s okay.” She gives you one last look before leading you to the back of the house.

Everything inside the house passes as a blur till you finally find yourself in the backyard. While Mikasa leads you to wherever, you take the time to notice your surroundings. The first thing you see is the big pool smack right in the middle, while inside the body of water are tons of people. You see boys shirtless, girls basically naked. Some of the boys, you notice, are being obnoxious and play fighting with each other, obviously showing off their muscles to the opposite gender. There was a big volleyball net separating the pool in half. Outside of the pool, there were people standing with their friends in little circles making conversation. Although, you noticed wherever you looked there was one constant. People making out. Everywhere you turn there are bound to be people sticking their tongues down one another's throats.

Noticing yourself stop walking, you look up to find Mikasa exchanging pleasantries with people she is familiar with. You stood behind her, anxiously fiddling with your fingers, desperately trying to find something to do with your hands so you don’t feel and look dumb.

Mikasa side steps leaving you to her friends' view

“And this is my friend,” She says your name, introducing you to everybody.

Before you can even react, you feel two arms encircle your neck.and a cheek rubbing against your own.

You let out a pitiful squeak.

“Aw isn’t she just a cutie” the girl that’s smothering you right now coos out. You feel yourself stiffen at the touch, your hands hang at your side not sure what to do with them. Most importantly you feel your eyes go wide, you just know you look like a deer in headlights.

“Sasha” you hear another girl whine out. “You’re gonna scare her” the other girls voice has a high-ish pitch to it, but it sounded kind and refreshing. Her voice is like walking through a field of flowers. Out of the corner of your eye you see Mikasa smiling at you, which in turn, calms you down.

The other girl successfully pulls the girl (which you assume her name is Sasha) off you and offers a kind smile. “I’m sorry about her. I would say she had too much to drink but she’s just naturally like that” she tilts her head a bit and looks at you, all while holding a sweet smile on her face.

You feel your cheeks heating up, you feel as if everybody is staring at you even though they didn’t even know you were there. You feel your hand being grasped once again in a gentle hold. You don’t have to look to know that it was Mikasa.

God, you were so thankful for her. That simple touch helped you muster up the courage to speak.

“It’s okay” your lips curl up into a small smile, reassuring the other girl in front of you.

“I’m Historia” she rests a hand to her chest to refer to herself before moving it to point at the auburn haired girl beside her. “And that’s Sasha”

Sasha lets out a loud excited greeting.

“Ymir isn’t here right now, she’s getting more drinks from inside the house, but I’ll be sure to introduce you to her” Historia claimed before she clasped both of her hands behind her back, interlocking her fingers.

Sasha couldn’t hold her mouth or body for too long, though.

You feel the right side of your body sink down with an unexpected weight. Sasha put her arm around your shoulder and leaned into your side, “Mikasa told us a lot about you” she announced excitedly.

You can’t tell when it got so hot outside. You feel so flustered with the small circles' attention on you.

“Mika always tells us that she has a friend that she wants us to meet. She said that you’re a little shy so it would take some time for you to warm up to the idea. But I’m sooo happy to finally meet you. A friend of Mikasa is bound to be cool”

You find yourself letting out a small giggle at that. These people aren't as bad as your mind made them out to be. When you think of a sorority girl, you think of snobby judgy girls who don’t accept people who don't remotely fit into their standards. Although these few girls have been nothing but kind to you so far.

Mikasa leans in close to your ear, her breath fanning against your skin. “I’m going to get us water. Will you be okay on your own” she questions in which you reply with a small nod of your head. As she walks away she detaches her hand from yours, leaving your non-occupied hand feeling cold without her touch.

As time passes you find yourself enjoying talking to Historia and Sasha. Even though Sasha is a bit loud, she’s funny. And Historia cracked a few jokes here and there but throughout the whole conversation both of them have been inviting and sweet. Your nerves slowly inch away second by second, even though you weren’t as talkative as both of the girls in front of you, they didn’t seem to mind.

This was a good idea

“Hey, i'm going to go find Mikasa” you remarked, taking notice that your friend was taking a bit long. You come to the conclusion quickly that the house must have gotten more crowded when you didn’t notice since you were too busy engaging in conversation with Sasha and Historia.

“Want us to come with you” Historia offered politely.

“No, it's okay. Thank you though” you responded softly, appreciative of her offer. With that, you turn around and make your way through the sea of bodies, on the lookout for your best friend.

You try to make your way inside of the frat house, but it was hard to navigate through everyone. No matter where you turned, it was person after person. You think to yourself when the hell did it get so crowded.

Everything happened so fast, at first you were just trying to find your friend. You blinked and suddenly you bumped into someone, which caused a dominant effect and made the person you bumped into push the person in front of them right into the pool.

Ohfuckohfuckohfuck

Curses repeat in your head, you stand there wide eyed and unmoving in shock. What the hell were you supposed to do in this situation? You can just walk and pretend you didn’t do anything, which is what you’re opting to do ; but that would be rude. The only other option is apologizing.

“I’m-” you start, but you are quickly interrupted.

“Who the fuck are you?”

His deep voice does nothing but intimidate you. You look up at the very rude (at least in your opinion) voice and notice that he’s notably taller than you.

You just stand there, wide eyed and silent. His piercing green eyes hold you in place, daring you to move.

You look around to see that heads are turning towards the commotion you accidentally caused.

There's only one thing running through your head right now.

This is really fucking awkward.

Your eyes dart around your surroundings hoping to find an escape. Your mind tries to come out with thousands of excuses but in the end it only draws a blank. You try to mutter out an apology and just get it over with but you can’t. Everybody's eyes are watching you, silently judging you, scolding you.

Your flight or fight senses kick in.

You quickly start to move past him, almost succeeding. You made it past him sure, but didn’t escape from him. His hand moved to grab your wrist, successful in doing so.

His harsh grip makes you wince. You noticed the boy that you made mad grabbed the same spot on your wrist that Jean grabbed, worsening the pain that was already there. You made sure to wear long sleeves to this get-together so you wouldn’t alarm anybody with the bruise slowly forming there, however it back-fired. Although you supposed this was better than Mikasa bombarding you with questions about how such a mark appeared on your wrists.

His grip loosened a little once he noticed you flinched at his touch. He raised a brow at your action but still pushed forward.

“Not gonna answer me?” He snidely remarks. Despite you still not answering him, to your dismay, he continues. “She’s not even going to fucking apologize” he says to no one in particular. And yet everyone pays attention to his words.

You feel your whole entire body shake and since the green eyed boy still has a grip on your wrist, he feels you shaking too.

Finally, you bite your lip and let out a small, meek “I’m sorry” before jerking yourself out of his grip. You keep your head down as you speed past everybody, whispers float in the air as you pass by other people. Once you’re finally in the house, you’re relieved the whispering and the stares have stopped. The people who decide to hang out in the house are unaware of the events that occurred outside.

You feel somebody grab your shoulder, a soft familiar voice calls out your name. You turn around, your entire body eases once you see Mikasa in front of you.

She doesn’t say anything when she takes in your appearance, it tells her everything she needs to know. She softly removes her grip from your shoulder and down to your hand. Nothing spills from her mouth, she remains speechless as she leads you outside of the house.

Once you deem yourself far away from everyone and everything, you let the tears slip from your eyes to your cheeks and lastly the grass that has little frosted flakes clinging to it, courteous of the chilly night air.

Mikasa notices, but she lets you cry out your feelings until the both of you get to your dorm.

The two of you finally reach your door and the first thing you do is take off your shoes and jump face down into your bed. Outside clothes be damned.

“Want to talk about it?” You feel a dip in your bed signaling your friend has taken a seat on your bed.

“Going out was a mistake”, due to having your face smushed into your pillow, your voice comes out muffled.

“Did something happen?” Mikasa rubs your back in silent comfort, hoping that it makes you feel better. You nod in reply. “Well?” She softly prods.

You sit up, finally looking at the girl sitting on your bed. Your eyes are bloodshot due to your crying, snot slowly inching out of your nose. You sloppily wrap your arms around Mikasas’ waist and shove your face into her lap.

Her hands rub at your back as you explain everything that happened. She didn’t mind that you hiccupped and sobbed most of your words, or the tears that stained her pants.

“Mika, I’m just not made for going out. I always do something wrong.” You move to shift on your back, now looking up at the black haired girl. You look into her soft, brown eyes. “I don’t think I’m very likable”, you let out a tiny giggle at that. You find truth in that statement. Ever since you were young, people always thought of you as weird because you didn’t speak as much as the other kids. Always finding comfort in staying in the background. People collectively thought to just not talk to you as you grew up, however you were more than fine with that.

“That’s not true, people are just assholes. They’re not used to nice people like you” Mikasa rebutted, slowly running her fingers through your hair to comfort you.

Maybe she was right. Maybe she was wrong. You only hummed in reply.

“I’m going to bed, Mika. Tonight sucked all the energy out of me” you stated with a small smile gracing your features.

“You do that. You deserve some sleep”, Mikasa moves to allow you to lay down on your bed.

Hearing the door to your shared room close, you let out a sigh and shove your face into your pillow.

Meanwhile, Mikasa makes her way into the living room. She picks up her phone that she left resting on the coffee table. She sends a quick text with a scowl on her face before returning to her shared bedroom with you.

When you wake up the next day, you notice the messed up covers on your roommate's bed. She probably went to her morning lecture, you thought before going to your bathroom. The moment you look into the mirror, you immediately notice the puffiness of your eyes and redness of your nose.

In short, you really look like crap.

You sigh, you don’t have any classes till later that afternoon so you have time to make yourself look a little less miserable. You change into an oversized shirt and pajama pants, deeming those better than the disgusting party clothes you fell asleep in. You lay back in bed and grab your phone, taking note of the time. You don’t have your afternoon lecture till 2pm. It’s 9:30am right now.

Finding no other way to pass time, you scroll through social media, mindlessly looking through post after post.

Your eyebrows furrow once you see a strange notification pop up at the top of your screen. It’s a text message from an unsaved number, the content of the message makes your heart jump, “I’m sorry for last night.”

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“𝐢’𝐦 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐨, 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐩”

— : [nsfw ] fingering, unprotected sex, mentions of weed and alcohol, fluffy, fuckboy eren (kinda), getting together, pet names

— : wc : 1.4k

it wasn’t like you weren’t aware of his reputation. everyone and their mother knew about eren yeager. he was messy and toxic and no one ever saw him with the same girl twice but he was just so fine and you liked to be messy yourself.

you had a bad breakup and you were a firm believer in the whole “getting over someone, you’d need to get under someone” bullshit. it wasn’t a healthy mindset to have and you knew that, you weren’t in denial about any of it.

he was bad news and your friends had warned you to stay away. you were one of the few that never fell for his stupid grin or his flirtatious attitude. you weren’t that easy to please but that was the problem with a little bit of alcohol and a whole of of weed.

you weren’t planning on going out with your friends, while you enjoyed a good party like anyone your age, you stayed clear of frat boys and their parties.

the problem was that you felt a bit petty. your ex had cheated on you with a sorority girl that he swore he didn’t even know that well.

you blamed yourself for entertaining yet another fuckboy so really, the whole situation with eren couldn’t really be blamed on any substances you took. you were in your right mind which was more embarrassing than being drunk out your mind. you could not blame anyone but yourself and him and his stupid fucking laugh and god he really did sound hot even when he was laughing.

his car was parked right out front and you knew it was because he lived there.

stay away from frat boys

you recited it the entire day and the whole way there. he wasn’t even trying to get into your panties, at least not that you were aware of. he offered to keep you company while your friends were dancing and the next thing you knew, you were smoking his very expensive weed at the back of his black srt and you were weak for sports cars.

“you smell so fucking good” he had said, kissing your cheek and you didn’t push him away, you even leaned in closer and then you were sitting on his lap and he had his hands around your waist.

his eyes were the prettiest shade of green you’d ever seen and a little red rimmed and low did something to you and you couldn’t help but lean in when he moved closer to kiss you.

he was a good kisser, a great fucking kisser and you could understand why he had girls (and guys) falling at his feet. he knew what he was doing and you hated how smug he was.

“i thought you said you’d never let me hit?”

you should’ve left then. you could’ve went straight home because people were starting to leave but you let him lift your skirt up and push two of his very thick fingers into your pussy and if you weren’t so horny, you’d be embarrassed at how wet you were so fast.

just from kissing.

you wanted to hate him but you liked the way he kissed you and he made you feel good.

“fuck baby, you feel so good” he groans into your neck, fucking up into you as you bounce on his lap, “keep going, just like that”

you had never came that had in your life and you almost felt dizzy from it. apart of you wanted to blame the weed but it was him .. all him

you tried to tell yourself that this was just what he did and by the next day, he’d be onto the next because that’s what eren yeager did.

you couldn’t believe how wrong you were and even your best friend and roommate was shocked to see him the next day.

which leads you to your current problem.

“what are you doing here?” your friend raises her brow, not letting him into your apartment and you’ve always been grateful for how much she cared about you.

“i just came to see y/n” he shrugs, “i brought breakfast”

you widen your eyes and rush to fix your hair.

“for your friend too” eren adds before you can tell him you’re not interested. you were so interested and you were sure the man had dropped a rose quarts into your bag before he dropped you off because you couldn’t stop thinking about him at all.

“i’ll eat in my room” your friend offers, still suspicious of him but she knew you’d call her if you needed her.

“see you around” eren grins and it makes you scoff.

what did he mean by that?

“what are you doing here?” you ask, breaking the silence first.

“i wanted to check on you..” he sighs, “despite what people think, i’m not reckless and we got carried away last night”

you try not to think about it. you had made sure to take a plan b and drank enough red bull just in case. you’ve never done anything so stupid before, not even with your ex.

“i never do shit like that” he runs a hand through his hair, “i always wrap it up”

“if you’re worried about me trying to trap you, you can get the fuck out” you glare at him, “i already took a plan b”

“i didn’t even say that” he glares back, “i meant what i said”

“…”

“i came to see you” he says, looking as conflicted as you feel.

“why me?” you ask, knowing he never cared for any of his other … adventures.

“i.. don’t know” he admits, “is it really a bad thing though?”

“you tell me eren” you sigh

“would it be that bad if i wanted to take you out?” he asks, not looking up from his half empty cup of coffee

“eren, if you think you’re going to take me out, fuck me again and toss me aside when you’re bored, i’m not interested” you roll your eyes, “last night—”

“you regret it?” he looks up at you, “is that what it is?”

“don’t put words in my mouth” you scowl, “i was just going to say that we were both intoxicated”

“hardly” he shakes his head, “i like you”

“you like having sex with me”

“you want me to deny it?” he rolls his eyes, “of course i loved fucking you but that’s not what made me wake up at 6 am just to get you and your roommate breakfast knowing your friends don’t like me”

you raise a brow at him.

“word travels around campus fast y/n” he grins, “i’ve tried getting your number enough times to know how they feel about me”

“you never bothered to ask me” you grin. you hate that you feel butterflies in your stomach. he’s been around, it wasn’t anything special that he asked about you. you were sure he did that to everyone he messed around with.

“you know you’re intimidating and i wasn’t ready to be slapped across the face in front of everyone” he shrugs, “i already have a bad reputation, can’t have them thinking you don’t like me”

it wasn’t like you weren’t popular on your own. people tended to gravitate towards you because of how friendly you were and it didn’t hurt that you were extremely hot.

you could think of a million reasons why it was a bad idea but you also didn’t care about any of them. you were certain you’d never get dicked down by anyone the way he fucked you and you had your priorities in check.

even if he was just saying anything to sleep with you again, it was harmless fun.

“let me take you out” he offers, “on a real date”

“have you ever been on one before?” you can’t help but ask, smirking when he frowns.

“no but there’s a first time for everything” he says, “stop making me out to be a bad guy y/n, you have sex too and i never promised anyone anything more than that so call me all the names you want, i didn’t lie”

you didn’t want to admit that he was right. he didn’t have any obligations to anyone and it really wasn’t his fault that people caught feelings for him when he didn’t give them any indications that he’d be interested after the sex.

“.. fine” you say, reaching for your own coffee that’s already gone cold, “don’t make me regret it”

“you have my word baby” he smirks, “it’ll be the best date you’ve ever been on”

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“She say I’m obsessed with thick women and I agree”

cw include: chubby reader, black coded reader but you can picture her however you’d like <3, slight talk of body image, size kink, drug and alcohol use, basketball player eren bc that deserves a warning, oral both receiving, unprotected sex, choking n a little manhandling, pussydrunk eren, squirting, lots of dirty talk and praise, mating press, sex standing up, backshots, creampie, eren has an abnormally huge dick...i think that's about it///wc: 4.3k

Eren Jaeger was known as a legend on campus. Not only on the basketball court but with the ladies as well. If you had a girlfriend it was common knowledge to keep her away from him because lord knows once a girl catches sight of him all morals are thrown out the window. Fortunately he did have a type; short and little on the chubbier side. Of course Eren thought all women were gifts from god in their own way but something about manhandling a chubby short girl into any position he wanted until she was crying made his dick jump every time he thought about it.

That’s where you come in.

It was a Friday night after a game and per usual there was a party in Eren’s honor seeing as though he carried the entire team through their last game of the season. Eren was sitting on the couch nursing a red solo cup filled slightly with Hennessy taking small sips every now and again (eren is a dark liquor type of man i wont be elaborating). In the other hand he had a blunt pearled and ready and to be lit until he laid eyes on you. “Holy shit…” he whispered, taking your physique in.

Short was one way to put it, everyone in the room was basically towering over you. The tight black dress you were wearing hugged your curves in the best way possible, the skimpy material barely covering your ass. “Hey Con” Eren grunted slapping Connie in the chest but not once taking his eyes off of you, “who the fuck is that.” Connie looked in your direction and smirked, “that Y/N but don’t even waste your time she just got out of a breakup with Jean he dumped her” he chuckled making Eren roll his eyes.

Jean was the schools quarterback as well as the frat president of the house he was currently partying in. Eren had now noticed you were following Jean around like a lost puppy trying to get his attention but he ignored you pretending you weren’t even there. Poor baby he thought to himself his heart wrenching when he saw tears brim your eyes. You were about to just call it quits and leave but Eren was quick hopping off the couch and right in front of you. “U-um excuse me” you mumbled, bringing your eyes up to the gorgeous emerald ones above you.

“Sorry I didn’t mean to scare you I just saw how upset you were looking and was wondering if you wanted to share this?” he smiled holding the blunt in front of your face. You bit your lip contemplating if you wanted to take the risk of being seen with Eren. The girls here were very protective and cutthroat when it came to him plus Jean was not too far away and- what were you thinking??

“Yeah sure” you gave Eren a small smile and he beamed, grabbing your much smaller hand and bringing you to his previous spot on the couch. “I don’t think there’s enough ro- oh!” you gasped when Eren pulled you onto his lap, his arm finding purchase wrapped around your back. Normally you would’ve gotten right back up and just found literally anywhere else to sit but it felt oddly comforting being in Eren’s strong arms. “So what’s wrong you looked like you were about to cry back there” Eren chuckled lighting the blunt as if he already didn’t have a good idea.

“Well…my boyfriend broke up with me and I thought if I got all dressed up he would- I don’t know it’s stupid. He’s stupid” you pouted and it took everything in Eren not to kiss the adorable pout off your face. “Well for what it’s worth I think you look beautiful” Eren smiled passing the blunt to you, “if I was Jean I wouldn’t let you go for anything in this world.” You were absolutely speechless. Was the Eren Jaeger coming onto you? There’s no way.

Instead of responding you took a couple drags of the blunt trying to ignore Eren’s intense stare. His words kept on replaying in your mind like a broken record until you decided to speak up. “You really think I look beautiful? To tell you the truth I wasn’t so sure about this dress” you giggled starting to feel the effects of the drug. Your body image was never really a problem for you until you met Jean, it’s not like he ever straight up told you but the little microaggressions he would make here and there made you a tad self conscious.

Eren smirked, tightening his hold on you, “of course I mean it Y/N I don’t know if anyones ever told you but I prefer my women on the thicker side. A little tummy on a woman never hurt nobody” he laughed downing the rest of the Henny that was in his cup. By now Eren was the kind of fucked up to where he’d say whatever was on his mind and by the looks of it you were hanging on to his every word. “To be truly honest with you it’s probably a good thing the two of you broke up, Jean wouldn’t have any fucking idea what to do with all this” he whispered the last part in your ear making you whimper quietly.

“Can’t believe I’ve never seen you before, why were you hiding from me?” he chuckled, pulling you impossibly close until your faces were inches away from each other. “J-Jean didn’t want me going to your games, but I did go tonight which is probably why he’s not talking to me” you laughed breathlessly, “you did really good tonight I never actually realized how tall you were until I saw you next to all the other players.” You couldn’t help but trail your eyes to his abnormally large hand rest on your thigh squeezing it every so often.

“Well I am six-seven so yeah I’m pretty tall, I’m assuming you’re about four-eleven? Five foot?” he smiled, giving your thigh another squeeze. In the corner of his eye he saw Jean standing in the kitchen, smoke practically coming out of his ears at the sight of his ex-girlfriend in Eren’s lap. Before you had the chance to answer his question Eren lifted you off of his lap with ease urging you to stand up.

“Let’s get a drink yeah?”

Eren enveloped your small hand in his bringing you to the kitchen, completely ignoring Jean. He grabbed an empty solo cup pouring a shot of Henny into it, “drink up!” he smirked holding the cup in front of your face. You shakily took the cup out of his hand and he could tell you were hesitant so Eren being the sweetheart he was decided to help you out. He leant against the counter and pulled your back into his chest. It took all his willpower not to pick you up and fuck you on the counter with everything he had but he managed. “I’ll take this” he mumbled, grabbing the cup from you and wrapped his other hand around your throat making you squeak in surprise. “Now tilt your head back, open your mouth, and swallow” he grunted and you complied making a smile grace his face once more. He poured the foul tasting liquid down your throat until there was nothing left, “good girl” he whispered in your ear squeezing your neck softly before letting go.

You turned around and looked up at him lust swimming in your bloodshot eyes,”Eren” you whimpered clutching onto his hoodie. “C’mon follow me” he growled, grabbing your hand once more and dragged you upstairs but not before shooting Jean a wink, a quick way of saying ‘I just took your girl and there’s nothing you can do about it’.

Eren went into the first room he could find that was unlocked and pulled you in pushing you roughly against the door once it was shut. “You want me?” he asked tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, “because I sure fucking want you.” You couldn’t speak too horny to even function. It was embarrassing. “Haven’t even touched you yet and you’ve already gone dumb how cute. Just nod your pretty little head and I’ll take care of you Y/N.” You were nodding before he even finished talking, feeling your wetness begin to trickle down your thighs.

Eren pushed his hand under your dress cupping your sensitive pussy, the both of you moaning at the contact. “Shit you’re fucking soaked. Good thing too I’m gonna need to prep you before you take me” he growled rubbing your clit over your panties. You brushed your hand against the bulge in his pants gasping at how thick he was, “I’m not even fully hard yet either I’ll let your imagination run wild with that while I eat your sweet little pussy ‘kay?” Before you could reply Eren was on his knees hoisting your thighs over his broad shoulders. Being the good girl you were, you bunched your dress up to your waist giving him better access to your soaked center.

“That’s my girl” he whispered, pressing multiple kisses to your thick thighs sucking on the soft skin every now and again. “Don’t worry about me dropping you either, you weigh as light as a feather to me” he smiled, making your heart flutter. He could sense the hesitation on your face the second he picked you up and had to let it be known now and so on your weight would never ever be a problem in his eyes for as long as you would let him indulge you. “Eren you’re too- oh my gosh!” you squealed when you felt him lick, kiss, and suck at your pussy over your panties, the mixture of your wetness and his saliva soaking the material further.

You pulled your panties to the side to give him better access and his eyes nearly popped out of his head at the sight of your dripping, bare pussy in front of him. “Oh Y/N…” he whispered, making your heartbeat quicken negative thoughts beginning to swarm in your head. “I don’t know if I’m gonna be able to leave you alone after this, you’ve got the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen…never wanna let you go” he spoke more to himself than you. He licked a fat stripe up your pussy then wrapped his lips around your clit, his eyes rolling back at the taste of you. Sweeter than he imagined.

His shoulder length hair that was usually in a bun was down tonight and although he did look beautiful with his hair down from this angle it was slightly affecting his performance. “Baby” he grunted looking up at you through his eyelashes, “would you tie my hair up please it’s getting in my way” he chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to your clit. “Mhm” you whimpered, taking the hair tie from him with shaking hands. “You’re a doll” was all that was said before he dove back in, bringing your body closer to his face. Tying his hair up felt like mission impossible every time you bunch up his hair enough to tie back he would suck hard on your clit faltering your grip, almost like he was doing it on purpose.

“E-eren you’re making it- ah really hard to do this” you whined almost giving up until you felt a slap on your thigh. “Put my hair up or you aren’t cumming” he smirked spitting on your pussy before lapping at it once more. You moaned pathetically letting your head fall against the door and just when you thought it couldn’t get worse you felt something push against your entrance. “Ease up for me baby it’s just one finger” he chuckled, pushing his finger in slightly groaning at how tight you felt around him. “Just o-one?!” you gasped gripping at his soft locs. “Yeah and I actually think you’re ready for two now yeah?” he sent you a wicked smile before shoving a second finger in without warning.

The obscene squelching of your pussy made your cheeks heat up in embarrassment but Eren didn’t seem to care curling his fingers in a way that had you dripping on his palm down to his wrist. You bit your lip impossibly hard and tied Eren’s hair up sloppily strands of hair falling out of the bun by the minute. “There it’s tied up can I cum? I need to Eren” you whimpered feeling your thighs begin to shake. “Of course you can baby be a good girl and cum on my tongue” he growled bringing his mouth back to your pussy. Within minutes you were cumming high pitched moans and whines escaping your lips, “E-Eren” you huffed out attempting to push his head away.

With one last kiss to your clit Eren pulled away setting your legs down gently, standing at his height once more he brought his fingers to your lips a single to open your mouth. You sucked on his fingers greedily gagging slightly at how big they were. He pulled them out of your mouth with a string of saliva connecting to your lips, “you know I haven’t even kissed you yet and here you are sucking your cum off my fingers…cute” he smiled squishing your cheeks together. “You want me to kiss you Y/N?” he whispered resting his forehead against yours and you nodded tears brimming in your eyes at how bad you actually wanted him.

Eren licked his lips taking in how adorable you looked before pressing his lips against your shoving his tongue in your mouth. One hand was wrapped around your throat squeezing ever so softly while the other was possessively gripping your waist. Eren was relentless, barely letting you pull away for air then shoving his tongue down your throat. A smile graced his face when he felt your small hands pawing at his cock through his pants, “you want it?” he asked breathlessly, making you nod quickly. “Get on your knees.”

You obeyed, getting on your knees with quickness eager to please him. Eren slowly undid his belt then pulled his pants along with his briefs an accidental laugh escaping when he saw your reaction to his dick. It was a well known rumor on campus that Eren had a massive dick but this was nothing compared to what you thought. “Ten inches the most people can take is about half, but I think you can take all of it because you’re my good girl now right baby?” he smiled answering your question before you even had the chance, he stroked your cheek with his thumb looking at you with pure adoration. “Yeah m’your good girl” you whispered, taking him in your hand. He was so thick your hand could barely fit around and he was heavy, balls full and ready to fill you with every drop he could. You started off slow, taking only the tip in your mouth but as time passed Eren grew impatient insisting you needed a hand so being the sadist he was he grabbed your hair roughly shoving more of his cock into your mouth.

“Yeah that’s it fucking take it” Eren growled the tightness of your throat making him want to cum already. His dick was more than halfway in your mouth which made him adore you even more. He knew his good girl could take his cock with ease. “Just a little bit more c’mon baby you do it- fuck yeah there you go good fucking girl” he praised once his dick was fully sheathed in your mouth. You looked completely wrecked. The eyelashes you had glued on were coming undone and your makeup was streaked due to the tears that were streaming down your face. The glittery lipgloss you were wearing was no longer there, the remnants coated on Eren’s cock along with your saliva. His balls slapped against your chin roughly and you made sure to run your tongue over them adding to his pleasure.

“So fucking good” he brought his free hand to your throat feeling the bulge of his dick and that’s what finally did it. In seconds ribbons of cum were shooting down your throat and of course Eren made sure you swallowed every drop. “Fuck I don’t think I’ve ever cum that fast c’mere” he grunted bringing you to your feet for another sloppy kiss. You brought both your hands to Eren’s softening cock jerking it until you felt him start to harden up. “Mm Y/N” he moaned softly against your lips bucking into you every time you stroked his sensitive tip.

“Lay down…wanna fuck you now” he whispered and you complied taking off your dress before you did so, Eren following your lead and taking off his hoodie giving you a full view of his body. All those years of working out and playing basketball paid off wonderfully. You couldn’t help but drool at his physique. A tanned toned chest, swole arms, and deliciously thick thighs. He was every woman's dream but he was yours tonight.

“Look at you” he spoke softly, settling himself between your open legs “so so beautiful.” He pushed his cock slowly between your folds, coating his dick in your essence. “Look how far I’d be if I put my dick in all the way baby I’d be in your stomach” he chuckled, slapping his cock against your soft tummy, “you gonna let me put it all in you? Want my dick in your tummy?” he grinned at your quiet pleas finally giving into you. Eren gripped your plush thighs pushing them back until they were practically touching your ears before slowly pushing his cock in the both of you moaning in unison. “Eren I-” “I know baby I know so fucking tight” he growled halting his movement to let you adjust.

He was about halfway in and he wanted nothing more than to fill you up, to see the bulge in your tummy every time he fucked into you all he needed was the green light to do so. “You good? Gonna let me put the rest in?” he whispered, bringing his thumb to your swollen clit rubbing slow circles. “Y-yes please Eren” you whined squeezing around him. “F-fuck okay baby tell me if it hurts too much” he groaned pushing the rest of him cock in your already stuffed pussy. Eren rested his forehead against yours, his eyes fluttering shut. You were gripping him like a vice already making him want to cum but he held back using every ounce of strength he had.

After taking a moment to gather himself Eren began fucking into you at a brutal pace the loud claps of his pelvis against your ass echoing throughout the room. “Ohhh shit” you cried, digging your acrylics into Eren’s flexing biceps. Eren brought one leg onto the bed and you knew he was about to put in some serious work. His pace went from fast and shallow to slow and deep, his swollen tip bumping against your cervix every time he fucked into you. “That feel good?” he grunted removing one hand from your thigh instead finding its place on your throat. “Yes Eren s’good” you sighed dreamily bringing both your hands to his face caressing the smooth skin of his cheeks. The moment was so raw, so intimate it honestly made you want to cry. “Feel so good-fuck you’re so beautiful should’ve been with me not him” he growled tightening his grip on your neck. “M’all yours Eren you can have me please please take me” he whined the lack of oxygen making your head fuzzy.

“P-put your arms around my n-neck” he panted planning to show you right now why he absolutely loves shorter women. You complied wrapping your arms around his thick neck, but what you weren’t expecting was for him to lift you up keeping you securely in his strong arms. His dick still remained inside you, the new angle sending shivers down your spine. “Don’t worry baby I’m not gonna drop you just pay attention to me and me only” he pressed a sweet kiss to your swollen lips before bringing both hands to your ass and proceeding to fuck you.

“Yes yes fuck Eren right there” you squealed burying your face into his cologne scented neck. You kissed and sucked at his neck and normally he wouldn’t be into that with his usual hookups but you were different. He wanted you to mark him up in fact he’d show the scratches and bruises proudly around campus letting everyone know he had the honor of fucking you.

Eren roughly pressed your body against the door fucking into you like his life depended on it. Before you knew it you were cumming covering Eren’s lower abdomen and thighs. Your thighs were shaking violently, tears of pleasure beginning to fall from your eyes. “Holy shit did you just squirt?” Eren laughed gripping bringing one hand up to grip your cheeks smushing them together. “Mhmm” you whimpered trying to recover as best as you could from your earth shattering orgasm, “never done that before” you mumbled feeling your cheeks begin to burn. “Want you to do that again… this time in my mouth.”

“Wha-?” before you could muster out anything else Eren was on his knees for you once more, your thick thighs caging his head. He took it upon himself to shove three fingers in your sopping pussy, his lips wrapping around your puffy clit. His fingers were consistently brushing against that spot that drove you crazy and he knew in no time you’d be cumming once again. The pleasure was so overwhelming you hadn’t even realized you were pushing Eren’s head impossibly close against your pussy giving him little to no room to breathe, but he didn’t care too drunk on the smell and taste of you to come up for air. In no time you were cumming once again soaking the entire bottom half of Eren’s face and his chest. “So fucking sweet I should really punsih you for keeping this pussy away from me too long but we’ll save that for next time yeah?” he grinned up at you, his heart rate quickening at your impending answer.

“Yeah…next time” you smiled back down at him, the thought of there being a next time making your heart flutter. Eren picked you up once more, bringing you back over to the bed and he could tell you were getting tired but he couldn’t stop, not until he's filled you up with his cum. “C’mon princess, arch your back for me” he huffed, wiping the excess cum off his face with the back of his hand. You being the good girl for him that you were arched your back giving him a mouth watering view of your swollen pussy. Eren wasted no time slipping himself back inside of your comforting heat feeling his orgasm quickly approach.

He grabbed both your arms pulling you against his chest putting you in a chokehold with his strong bicep (OMFGGGG IMAGINE okay anyways). “I’m so fucking close Y/N can I cum in you? Please lemme cum in you” he moaned pathetically, feeling his balls tighten. “Y-yes Eren please cum in me” you cried your eyes crossing from the lack of oxygen and immense pleasure you were receiving. “Ah fuck!” Eren growled pushing your face in the mattress pounding into you like a madman. With one final thrust he was filling your pussy with his cum so much it began to dribble out of your cunt trailing down your thighs. Eren’s legs gave out making him collapse on top of you, his eyes fluttering shut.

“Um Eren?” your voice was muffled due to your face being smushed into the bed, “you’re kinda crushing me” you giggled. “Oh shit my bad” he grunted rolling onto his back, he pulled you into his side stroking your back softly. The perfect moment was ruined though when the two of you heard the doorknob rattle and then hard knocks at the door, “who the fuck is in my room?!” the voice cried and your heart froze when you recognized it. Jean fucking Kirstien. “We’ll be out in a minute, asshole!” Eren snapped slightly annoyed at the fact that Jean has ruined this soft moment with you.

Eren stood up on shaky legs beginning to put his clothes back on, “get dressed m’gonna take you to my dorm so I can give you some proper aftercare” he smiled tossing you your dress. He sensed the skepticism on your face and looked back at the door trying not to show his annoyance, afraid you would think it was towards you. “I won’t let him say shit to you okay? You don’t need to worry about him anymore plus…I’ll give you a piggyback ride” he chuckled, giving you a cheeky smile that you returned. “Okay okay fine” you giggled putting your dress back on but something was missing. “What about my-” “Oh these?” he smirked holding up your damp panties between his fingers, “I think I’ll hold onto them for a bit.”

Once you looked semi presentable Eren finally unlocked the door revealing a gaping Jean too stuck to say anything. “Great party Jean and we’d love to stay but Y/N needs a little bit of tending to if you couldn’t hear” he smirked wrapping his arm possessively around your shoulders. After leaving the party Eren kept his promise and carried you all the way to his dorm making sure to kiss every mark he left on you along with multiple praises about how gorgeous you were and how lucky he was you gave him a chance. It turns out that Eren was right after all, Jean would never know what to do with all you had to offer…not like Eren does.

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