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yesv01 · 10 months

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Trouble

♡ summary: star player of the paradis devils has been trying to impress his favorite ice girl for months but she's strictly off-limits—and she knows it, too. ♡ content: hockey player eren x ice crew fem!reader. one shot. reader is more dominant, eren's down bad, light objectification, 'sweetheart' as a pet name, face sitting, explicit sexual content, explicit language. reader discretion advised. ♡ word count: ~1.8k

Eren Jaeger, the beloved right winger for the Paradis Devils, has had a not-so-subtle thing for you ever since he first laid eyes on you. Which happened to be almost an entire year ago, back when you were first hired on as part of the crew. As an ice girl, you technically weren’t allowed to interact with him, but even to this day, that hasn’t stopped him from trying.

He tried to ignore you, he really did. He’d seen the reprimands for messing around with the ice girls. Even so, it didn’t take long for Eren to learn that ignoring you was never a sustainable option, not with the way you were always bounding around him, wearing next to nothing.

Okay, Eren knew how that sounded, but please hear him out, just this once. He promised he wasn’t some weirdo-pervert who couldn’t keep it in his pants. But if—if!—he was, it was only for you. That made it better… right?

Like, just look at you! You had managed to twist the career he loved into his own personal hell. One in which he was constantly overlooked by you in your flouncy skirt—if there was even enough fabric to call it that. It had been expertly tailored to hug you in all the right places, much to every fan’s enjoyment, Eren was sure.

And don’t get him started on the sinfully low cut of your top, plunging deep enough to show off the bounce of your pushed-up tits that Eren wanted to—

He was getting ahead of himself again.

You had to be freezing, he’d think, and still, you always kept your smile. Then again, Eren wasn’t that stupid; he knew that was a part of the gig.

He wondered if the times you gifted him that glittery smile of yours—like you did last week—were just another part of the gig, too.

Yes, he could admit he still thought about it, but only because it didn’t happen often! More often than not, you blew off his boyish attempts at vying for your attention—even the most ostentatious stunts that got him chewed out by his coach.

God, even the way you ignored him turned him on, like you knew what you were doing, and he felt absolutely pathetic for it.

But all that chasing was worth it because, today, you finally decided to let him in on the little secret you’d been keeping—that the whole good girl thing he believed you had going on was just an act. And, boy, did that thought just ruin him.

Eren just so happened—truly, it was an accident—to walk down the same corridor as you. He found you there, already game-ready and looking your best, prepping the supplies for the fan contest. You only glanced up from fiddling through boxes at the sound of his heavy footsteps.

He thought he was just seeing things when he caught you smiling at him (again!), even if it was nothing more than a flicker at the corner of your lips.

Maybe he’d even call it a smirk, considering you had turned your back to him before bending at the waist—extra low. Sinfully low, he’d even say. And there was no way he was just seeing things when you granted him a wondrous eyeful of your panties.

He even swore he heard angels start to sing… or was that really just him this time?

Had you been playing hard to get? Maybe, or maybe not. It didn’t matter because tonight, you found yourself just bored—and perhaps curious—enough to see if Eren could live up to that cocky attitude of his.

You had to admit it—it did feel good to have him pining after you so desperately. Okay, it felt more than good. You had the poster boy of the Paradis Devils leaned up against the wall, trying every trick in the book to see which would get him into your pants (skirt). You know—running his fingers through his hair, flashing you that cat-like smile of his that you were sure hadn’t failed him yet.

It was cute. And it was the very reason all the other ice girls called you insane for ignoring Eren’s advances. They would all gladly quit their jobs for a chance with him. Three times over, in fact.

And when Eren trailed a hand up the length of your arm, you warned him he was going to get you in trouble—in that demure sort of way, of course. You even threw in a giggle when he said, “You were the one that went looking for it, sweetheart.”

So it was fan-favorite Eren Jaeger who had that downtown arena in an uproar after pulling off a hat trick, but only because you said you’d finally let him fuck you if they won tonight’s game. The Devils’ ruthless MVP, who couldn’t resist giving you a knowing grin as he passed you exiting the rink. Who, after you said you’d be at his place in an hour, said he only needed half that.

He used the time to shower; you could tell because he didn’t smell like locker room but of sage and citrus. He must have only used the time to shower—or at least, that was his excuse—because he didn’t bother to dress himself fully, wearing just his (low-hanging) team sweatpants. It didn’t look like he even used a mirror when he tied back his towel-dried hair.

You’d complain about it—how he already thought he had won you over once the last buzzer sounded—but you couldn’t. Not with the body he had been hiding under his uniform. And to be fair, you had no room to judge him for only sporting a pair of sweats; you arrived in just a cami and cotton shorts. Still, you weren’t planning on giving it up that easily.

So when Eren tried to touch you, you teased him for not offering you a drink first. ‘Some gentleman you are.’ You felt satisfied by the unamused look that crossed his face, but only because you both knew it was nothing more than a ruse.

He said he had Scotch, you said that was fine, and you only took one warm sip of it before his warmer hands went searching for you again, almost like you wore a magnet. This time, you allowed it.

You split the glass of Scotch and enjoyed how it flavored the kiss and made your tongue tingle. Eren pressed you against the counter, the small of your back against the marble, as you slipped your tongue past his lips.

Eren wondered if he had ever been kissed like this before, wondered how you learned to kiss this way. So slowly—so intoxicatingly—that he strangely found himself to be the passive one. He felt his cock grow harder, knowing you must fuck the same way.

Thank fucking God he forethought to rub one out in the shower before you came over.

He had you by the hips at first, then his hands traveled higher. He wasn’t the barbarian that you’d expect if you saw him on the ice. His fingers tickled over your body, his touch gentle. He even stopped short of your breasts, letting his hands settle just around your ribcage.

You didn’t know what he was waiting for, but you expected it was you. After all, you were the one calling the shots, starting from the very moment you asked if he’d like to fuck you tonight.

“Where do you want to touch?” In just a tug, you had the top of your tank pulled down to reveal your breasts. And before he could react, you placed his hands on them. “Here?”

It made him groan.

Eren showed you to the bedroom then. Well, less like showed you and more like carried you there in a tangled mess of kisses and hands and the stripping of clothes. You had shed yours first, clumsily and far too quickly to be considered anything close to a strip tease, while Eren didn’t let his hands—or his mouth, for that matter—leave you even once.

You weren’t above his showboating. Maybe you even found it hot—what little effort he needed to drag you around. All those hours spent training on the ice really weren’t for nothing, huh? Still, after you let him lay you on his bed, you stopped him short of crawling on top of you. With a hand on his chest, you pushed his back to the mattress. You sat up on your knees, legs spread with Eren just between, and batted your eyes down at him.

He was smiling up winkingly when he told you, “Look at you, thinking you’re in control when you know damn well I’m gonna leave you shaking beneath me.”

You took it as a challenge, matching his grin when you toyed back, “That right?” You shimmied up the length of him, his pretty green eyes admiring your body like a piece of fine art—well, if people drooled over art, that is. “How about above you?”

He didn’t answer before you sat yourself on his face, right where you thought it belonged. He must have believed you belonged there, too, because he wrapped his large hands around your thighs and pulled you onto his mouth. And he proved to you that you belonged there, over and over and over again, as he lapped at you with the flat of his tongue.

See? He’s not so scary, you thought, as if you wanted to show the world this side of him. Face pink with arousal instead of the icy arena air. Eyes all glossy and soft. He looked good, just like that, between your legs.

Eren knew you were close when you started to grind against his tongue, helplessly searching for your release. Between your wanton moans, Eren heard your hand smack against the headboard. You laced other through his hair roughly, but he couldn’t complain because he had you shaking, just like he promised he would.

Actually, it seemed he quite liked it. His hips were already rocking, pathetically fucking up into nothing, before he even took his cock into his hand. He palmed himself through your climax, taking in the sight just like he had in his imagination many times before. You looked much lovelier—sounded much lovelier, tasted much lovelier—than he had even dreamed.

And he must be dreaming if he thought you were going to ride him tonight. No, the deal was that he’d fuck you, remember?

“What? Game got you tired?” you faux-pouted. Your legs were still limp and lazy as you rolled to his side. And before Eren could think of anything clever to say back, he practically went slack-jawed as you spread yourself for him to take.

Just as you predicted, that boisterous attitude of his, the one he was infamous for, melted away the second he was inside you.

With every roll of his hips, his cock pumping in and out of you, he was imagining having you. Not only like this but, but making you his in every way he could. Morning and night and all to himself.

Mine, mine, mine.

To be honest, Eren was exhausted. He just single-handedly won the game for his team, after all. But now that he finally had you, he couldn’t even think to slow down or control himself. He was dumb to everything but how damn good you felt around his cock. He was convinced you had to have been made for him.

He needed to fuck you just as hard as you demanded of him—Harder! Fuck, Eren, please!—because he wasn’t going to let himself screw this up. He was determined to give you the best lay of your life; he owed it to himself, didn’t he?

Eren needed you to be the desperate one—the one who’d inevitably come crawling back for more. Even if it meant he’d only have you in secret, with him still following you around with canine-like loyalty so no one caught on.

But even if they did—even if you lost your job—would that really be so bad? It surely wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world, letting Eren take care of you. He’d do it in a heartbeat; all you needed to do was ask.

So it was Eren, the hardened and gruff right winger for the Paradis Devils, that scored not once, not twice, not even three times that night but four. And out of all of his wins, fucking you senseless until you were sleeping naked in his arms had to be his favorite. By far.

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boyfriend!eren who ties his hair with your hair ties, be it pinkish or silky or has flowers on it, he will wear them regardless and endure all the teasing from jean and connie.

boyfriend!eren who takes you on long midnight drives around the city and buys you donuts and kisses your cheeks while watching the stars.

boyfriend!eren who takes you out to cheap streetfood dates when he is broke but promises to make it up to you by flying you to Dubai or Maldives when he works hard and becomes a millionaire.

boyfriend!eren who makes ramen for you at 3 am with cheese and sausage to satisfy your cravings. who scribbles away all the calories and nutritional info on the back of your fav snacks so you dont have to worry abt anything else except enjoying food. who tried to bake you a frog cake and it ended up like this.

boyfriend!eren that doesn’t care about anyone else apart from you. who once let his insecurities take over and called armin in the middle of the night bawling and sobbing about how he will die of heartbreak if you left him for some other guy. who only calmed down once you assured him and let him sleep in your arms.

boyfriend!eren who shows up at your house in the middle of the night with ice cream when you feel upset or sad. who keeps a small portable bottle of your perfume or body mist so he can smell it when you are away or when he misses you.

boyfriend!eren who tries everyday to become a better version of himself so he can feel happy and make you and himself proud.

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brother’s best friend!eren x kirstein!reader

warnings/notes: college au, suggestive themes but nothing explicit (maybe will be if i make this into a series), eren is a huge flirt and ur shy, unedited ngl bc i wrote this on my phone in bed half asleep, 1k

(18+) MINORS/BLANK/AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT.

brother’s best friend!eren who first hears about you from jean, your older brother by two years. he overhears jean talking with you over facetime as he congratulates you on committing to their same university.

brother’s best friend!eren who raises an eyebrow at jean because he’s barely mentioned you before besides in passing. infact, he realizes he doesn’t even know what you look like besides for the few childhood photos jean keeps above his desk, which aren’t very telling as of present. he barely catches a glimpse of you on jean’s phone beside him, but from what he could see, you were much cuter than your irritating brother. (yet, he still hangs out with him everyday.)

brother’s best friend!eren who asks jean when the call ends why he’s never met you. he recalls how you’ve barely ever come up to visit besides the occasional trip with your parents. a few times, their friends had even extended invitations out for you to come join them to hang out whenever jean mentions you’re in town, but jean had always adamantly refused on your behalf. jean scoffs and says something along the lines of, “he’d rather die than let his scumbags friends be around his baby sister, especially you, yeager.”

brother’s best friend!eren who finds it amusing how overprotective jean is over you and it makes him all the more interested. you can’t help but pique his curiosity.

brother’s best friend!eren who eventually forgets about jean’s mysterious little sister until a few months pass and the following school year rolls around. jean begrudgingly asks their friend group if they would be willing to help you move into your dorm since your parents couldn’t make it last second and you would need the extra hands. connie and armin, always so friendly, agree. eren, who of course is as chivalrous as the others, or so he claims, couldn’t help but feel the same interest take over from months before. he agrees as well.

brother’s best friend!eren who has to listen to jean give the stereotypical big brother speech during the drive to meet you at your dorm. he rambles on about how you’re “absolutely off limits” and “you’re dead meat if you even think about laying a finger on her!” he can’t help but notice jean glaring at him in particular through the rear-view mirror.

brother’s best friend!eren who first meets you on move-in day outside your dorm next to a moving truck, with a massive moving box blocking your elusive face. you stammer out a quick greeting to everyone, eren barely hearing your sheepish voice from behind the cardboard. it was apparent you were struggling with the box in your hands. he chuckles and tells you to hand it over, that’s what he was there to do after all. you graciously pass it to him, and he finally gets to see the girl he’s been so curious of for the past few months.

brother’s best friend!eren who immediately thinks you’re a pretty little thing, and can��t help but be smitten with your bashful eyes and smile. your hands nervously toy with the hem of your dress, and he can’t help but take note of the blush barely dusting your cheeks. jean, ever so observant, barks at eren to get moving. “these boxes aren’t gonna move themselves!” he claims, but eren knows it’s a ploy to get him away from his beloved little sister.

brother’s best friend!eren who notices you trailing after him and the boys as they take your belongings from the car up to your room.

“something the matter?” armin asks looking up at you, hoisting up a box from the trunk. you stand sheepishly off to the side, seeming like you were waiting to ask something.

“is there anything i can do?” you question with a frown. “i can’t let you guys do all the work.”

“‘course you can!” connie chuckles, going to ruffle your hair. “what’s the point of having five guys here if not to do the grunt work?”

“don’t worry your pretty little head ‘bout it,” eren comments, and you immediately clam up and he smirks at your fluster.

“paws off you three!” jean shouts. he’s practically smoking from the ears.

brother’s best friend!eren who can’t wait to talk to you again, so when jean and the others aren’t paying attention, he sneaks up to your room where you were waiting. you were already unpacking all your things, and he takes note of the adorable knickknacks already strewn over your desk, colorful stationery, and even the few stuffed animals adorning your now-made pink bed. you were perched on your tippy toes, trying to place a hello kitty plush ontop a shelf too high for you to reach. he tries to ignore the way the skirt of your dress barely skims the edge of your underwear. (pink, he thinks.) he immediately goes over, and grabs your waist so you don’t stumble and grabs the plushie out of your hand.

“here, let me do it,” he states simply, setting it ontop the shelf. he doesn’t bother to remove his hand from your waist.

brother’s best friend!eren who doesn’t even have to look down at your much smaller frame to know he’s got you flustered again. admittedly, he finds it cute how quickly you get nervous around him. it makes him wonder how fast he can make you melt. (little does he know, you’re already putty in his hands.)

brother’s best friend!eren who immediately grabs one of your colorful gel pens off your desk and a sticky note and scribbles something down. you look at him through fluttering eyelashes with a confused expression.

“you call me when you need help with stuff like this, yeah?” he offers, slipping the sticky note in your hand. it wasn’t until you look at it that you realize it’s his number.

“stuff like what?” you question as you look up at him, and he can’t help but notice small cheerful smile threatening to break on your glossy lips.

“whatever you want, pretty girl.”

brother’s best friend!eren who walks out of your room with an undeniable smirk, leaving you dumfounded, and with a new contact for your phone.

do we want this as like a blurb series?? lmk, and feel free to shoot ideas/thoughtz in my inbox hehe

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LANA AND EREN OH MY GOF

i’m your national anthem | eren jaeger

the note ☆ this is part two of my lana coded!eren ‘series’, see part one here. once again my soft spoken and older eren (drooling) spoiling his lovely little wife with everything he can but this time it’s at his place of work after she pays him a visit. it’s not as “cinematic” as the first part but i like this one a lot and it’s a birthday gift for myself lmao. inspired by national anthem (demo), lana del rey.

contains ☆ nsfw, fem!reader, stupidlyrich!eren, soft husband!eren, established relationship, semi-public sex (there are cameras), office sex, eren in a yummy suit, lotta praise, oral (m. receiving), handjobs, facefucking, vaginal, sex on a desk, backshots, unprotected sex, creampie, size kink, panty stealing (kind of), possessive eren, he likes you in a sundress, use of pet names. black reader as always but it’s all subjective so read if you like it my loves <3

wc ☆ 4k words (it was meant to be much shorter lmao)

eren jaeger is a successful man.

many would even stretch out as to say that he's almost won in life. he's made it on the forbes list, attended every exclusive gathering to be thrown in society, racked up hundreds of thousands of dollars in his chequing account; he's a well deserved ceo—not from start up connections, not from nepotism—eren jaeger has worked his way to the top from down below. and while he's considered to have everything a mortal man could ever dream of, eren believes his true fortune lies within you.

"mr. jaeger?" a timid voice calls from the entryway to the conference room, where a suit clad eren stands at the table's apex, which holds a stack of printed papers, with two other shareholders seated at the sides listening in on his presentation.

another thing about eren is that he likes rules—he has rules. there are rules employees know not to break; no bribes, no in house disputes, and certainly no entering his boardroom when having a meeting with his shareholders without his request. so when one of his brightest interns shifts uncomfortably under his gaze with a look of fear morphing his facial features, eren knows he’s been asked to do so by someone with more power than even him.

"i take it that my wife is here?" eren breathes, mindlessly running a hand through messy growing hair but still refusing to acknowledge the fact that you came at such an inconvenient time. "could she wait for another twenty minutes? we've almost concluded the contracts."

the sorry smile given by the intern is enough of an answer for him, "i don't think it would be appropriate for me to repeat the words she said, but she didn't give off the impression of wanting to wait long, sir."

so…spoiled.

he could already imagine how you would be waiting there; making yourself comfortable up on his desk, legs dangling in your four inch heels and tapping your nails against the glass whilst admiring the photo of the two of you on your honeymoon situated at the desks edge. of course, you would be doing this all with a small pout on your face, ready for you scold him for how long it's taken him to head back to you.

nursing an apologetic smile, he glances towards the man and woman on each side as if silently asking to resume this another time. they wave him off with small laughter, going on about keeping you happy and all the unimportant other things; eren's too preoccupied with going to see you to register their words.

he's quick making his way to the elevator, but not before swiping a single champagne coloured rose from a vase nearby; eren knows he can't show up empty handed, not with you. it's not irregular for you to come to his work so unannounced; at a random time on any given day. you strut around the office like it's yours, you make friends with the secretaries and listen to office gossip like you're one of them, and you tell his assistant all about the plans the two of you have like he doesn't already know. at this point his employees hold you in higher regard than they do him.

it's expected though; seeing how you have their boss contorted around your pretty finger.

your face lights up from it's bored expression when you hear the elevator chime. it takes four of eren's long strides to reach his office doors, and he opens it to a carbon copy of what he'd imagined only minutes ago.

"'ren!" smiling at his tall frame, you open up your arms for him to take. the smell of his rosewood cologne pronounces itself through the hug, which shortly turns into intertwined lips. "missed you." you mutter against his now gloss stained mouth, taking hold of his stubbled chin with long nails to deepen your kiss.

"i missed you too baby, got you this," he mumbles, handing you the flower before steadying his hands on both your sides, essentially baring you to his warm body, "how was your hair appointment?"

"thank you," you soften, casually dipping your nose into the welts of the rose to take in it's scent before continuing, "it was good, didn't take as long as i thought so i wanted to come say hi!" your eyes dilate to black expanses as you properly take him in. eren left early today, so you couldn't get a glimpse of him leaving the house. but seeing him now, with his hair pulled up into it's signature messy ponytail and the blue armani suit you told him buy—you could quite literally drool.

"it looks good." he takes a piece of your hair before leaving it alone. "and your dress looks real pretty on you."

grinning at his words, you shimmy out of his hold; intentionally ignoring the way his eyes follow the dips, curves and pudge highlighted by the sundress you wear. "so, i thought we could eat some food together."

for the first time since entering the room, his eyes shift from you over to the wicker basket on the nearby sofa.

you're sitting on his lap as he rests in his chair, putting some radish on the cucumber roll before feeding it to your husband, "hope i didn't pull you from anything..."

ah…

eren is a calculated man; he doesn't act irrationally. instead, he thinks—thinks for just a few seconds of possible outcomes depending on what he does. but with you? there's no need for that; you probably knew there was a high chance of him being in a meeting, if you weren't already told that by his assistant—so, as always, he chooses the answer that'll ultimately keep you happy.

"hm? nope, nothing important enough."

"oh, mkay." you nod, taking a mini donut from its cute package and popping it into your mouth. after dusting off your hands, you fiddle with the strands of hair that frame his face, “you coming home early today? we can watch that movie i was talking about—and i’ve been dying to get to properly use the theater with you.”

“let me think about it, princess—but i’ll try.” he sports a boyish smile, accepting the water bottle you hand him before watching you clean up the empty trays and takeout boxes. his words are most definitely for show, that man will be home by six instead of eight—hell, make it five.

perhaps eren jaeger truly has won at life; god…you look alluring, walking around his space with your heels like the place is your own, fragrancing the room with the scent of your lotion mixed with the perfume he gifted you. his wandering eye is fixed to your legs, catching how your dress rides up with every step taken.

“can feel you starin’ at me.” you tease in a sing-song voice, wiggling your hips as you bend down to pick up fallen trash.

“good.” his long legs aid him in striding towards your frame, large hands come to rest on your hips from behind. his thumbs begin to rub soft circles on them as he plants a kiss on your forehead, “did my employees see you in this?”

“duh—i had to see them to see you,” you laugh.

you know damn well what this is about, and you find it amusing. for the most part, your husband is a calm man; slow to anger, leans towards calmly solving disputes as opposed to growing aggressive, and when he gets agitated, he takes a break. but at the mere mention of his wife, eren seems to abandon all sensical thoughts of zen he once had.

“any of ‘em stare?”

“dunno.” you respond with a shrug and turn to face eren, smoothing down the collars of his outfit with your hands, “i don’t pay attention to any of them. they’re not you.”

“okay.” he makes his way back to his seat, gesturing to you to follow along. “i really do mean it when i say you look nice in that dress—well, i always mean it but…”

you’re giggling, standing in between his spread legs while looking down at him, “thanks ‘ren.”

“mhm, i’m the luckiest man in the world.”

oh…he has that tone in his voice again; the rasped one that has your legs pressing together when he speaks. it’s the kind that happens when he gets a lustful glint in his eyes—when he wants to fuck you. his hands wander up the fabric of your dress, the feeling of his cold wedding band makes you gasp and steady your hands onto his shoulders for support.

“h-hold on.”

“something wrong?” he stills, “if it’s the cameras, i’ll get the footage removed—or maybe you want me to get a copy of it?”

“nothing’s wrong.” you shake your head, but make a mental note to ask him to indeed grab a copy before deleting it, “just want you to relax for a moment—i know i took you out of that meeting.” you speak as slowly and your fingers move down his arms, keeping his eye contact as you lower your knees to the ground. “‘m sorry love, i wanted to see you for a bit.”

why are you apologizing? there’s no need for you to, there’s never been a need for you to, and eren doesn’t think he would ever make you either.

“let me make it up to you.”

you don’t let him get much of a word out before you’re unzipping his slacks and palming the prominent bulge that greets your eyes. his body shows it’s gratitude by sinking into your ghostly touch. eren can only breath in sharp inhales as you free his dick from it’s confinement, straightening itself out as translucent pre stumbles from the tip. you shouldn’t be shy but eren is big in every sense. and your brain seems to struggle with object permanence; eyes almost blowing open in surprise of how thick he is despite you practically owning it. the phantom ache in your jaw seems to be a warning—you shouldn’t try anything.

but eren’s presence alone overrides all alarms and commands in your brain, and the hazy look he gives you from his seat has you subconsciously wrapping your hand around his base, shifting across the length and tracing the roads and ridges of his veins with your tongue.

he sucks his teeth when you pucker your lips at the slightly pinkish tip, feathering a little kiss before letting spit fall from your mouth and onto his cock. the dribble doesn’t make it past the head before you’re meeting it with your lips, steadily taking him into your stretched walls. the feeling of the burn from your mouth molding in indecent ways would make you wince if not for the effects eren’s soft groans and breaths have on your cloudy mind.

“such a pretty sight. p-pretty fuckin’ view.” a sigh escapes him when you hollow your cheeks. admittedly, it’s nothing like the home he knows your cunt as, but when you bottom out and his tip punches the back of your throat, it seems like the closest thing. it surely is a sight to see: a sweet woman like you, doing something so damn nasty.

your throat tightens with each bob, trying its best to prevent a gag but failing every now and then. still, you plant a hand on his knee for stability to lessen the slight burn in your knees given by the nylon carpet beneath them, and allow the mixture of precum and saliva escape your mouth and dribble everywhere.

“oh, fuck—yeah, you got it.” he’s amazed, seeing you take him like a fucking champion, choking all over him without a single complaint. “that’s my girl.”

despite going nice and slow, you get messy—his dick fucks up your sensory system. glittery tears breach your water line, threatening to drop and roll as you sniffle away.

eren is pulled out of his trance when your mouth escapes him, watching you with a slight furrow in his brow. you gaze at him through your pretty lash extensions, tongue unfurling out for you to tap him on. “tastes so good eren.”

“shit—don’t say that to me.” his whimpers are loud, as loud as his heaves for the same air that seems to avoid him. conscious of the chance that sound could somehow transfer, he drapes his hand across the lower half of his face and captures the guttural groan from his chest.

“you don’t need to be quiet,” your hand grabs hold of his own, carefully guiding it from his mouth to the back of your head. silently, you watch him with admirable and expectant eyes that could make him cum from the sight alone, “don’t you own this place?”

my god… you want him to face fuck you, you’re outwardly asking him to do so without a drop of shame. right until your makeup is ruined and a crying mess from how full your mouth is. he doesn’t do it often—he’s too scared of watching you cough up spit and develop a sore throat the next day for it to happen regularly. besides, eren is a pleaser—very rarely did he have you like this unless you openly wanted it. but with the look of expectation you have, sniffling and pleading for him to help you like a dutiful husband he promised to be, it’s difficult to him to do anything other than comply.

eren wants to give you a standing ovation watching you submissively relax in his tender hold. with eyes full of love, he steadily lines you up with his tip, counting you to three before guiding you down the length of his cock. your husband starts off slow, keeping a nice pace that makes it easy to inhale enough to go back down. but like all things, it grows—grows faster. hands tangle in your hair, driving your head down to meet him halfway; you gag and choke and drool out the corners of your mouth, you dig and scratch with your nails, you savour quick inhales that are quickly consumed and leave you with even less air than before.

the tip of your nose tickles the pubic hair at his pelvis as he holds your head steady at his base. the cut off of circulation has your eyes going spotty, but the lightheadedness just feels so so so good.

upon seeing the twitch in his brow and the rapid rise and fall of his chest, your breath hitches—he’s going to cum if you continue. whatever words you attempt to speak translates to vibration that makes his dick jump, so twice, you pat his arm.

there’s a look of panic on his features, ignoring the mess left on his lower body and he releases you from his grasp. almost subconsciously, he pushes all traces of hair from your face, cupping you cheeks and forcing you to look at him, “did something happen? are you alright? was it too much—i’m sorry, love.”

“no.” you shake your head, moving from the position in front of him that made your knees ache and buckle. quietly, you turn your back to him, hazardly pressing your body into his desk while your hands tease up the back of your thighs, dragging the dress’s fabric along with it. “just want you to cum inside, it doesn’t feel as good when you don’t.”

symphonies ring through his head: eren is sure he’s won at life—and he’s going to be selfish with it. you’re his freedom—your pussy is his national anthem, not the fucking two minute song that rings monotonely in his mind after hearing it. he can’t rip his eyes away when your dress climbs up and over your ass; it exposes your thong and it’s practically swallowed by the folds of your pussy, which leaves a damp spot right near its entrance.

“oh, eren…” you sigh in relief at the feeling of your hand fumbling to pull your panties to the side for your husband to see just how wet you get on the mere thought of him. your fingers are met with no friction as you slowly rub your clit, nails clacking against each other and you spread the slick that coats your cunt.

you pull away from yourself with a string connecting your fingers to your pussy, all before giving it a few love taps once more. “‘s all yours.”

it’s all his…what a fucking lucky man. your scent has commanding control over him, clinging to his body and moving him towards you like a puppeteer and he’s the woodwork. hands rounding over the fat of your ass, he makes quick work of pulling your thong off one leg and letting it pool at your ankle. he’s not afraid to admit it: eren jaeger will die for this pussy—his wife’s pussy.

he makes quick work of you, slotting his dick within your folds, fucking himself up against your clit a few times before convening at your hole. he sheaths himself inch by inch, reveling in the soul snatching grip you welcome him with. the pulsation of your spongy walls almost bites at him—cause a stuttered moan to fall from him as he bottoms out into you.

“fuck!” you squeal at the feeling of his tip budding up against your cervix. frantically, you try to inch forward to build some space between you two.

“nuh-uh, no fucking running,” he sucks his teeth, digging his dull nails in your hips to keep you flush against his body, “take it whole, didn’t i teach you better than that?”

“mm—mhm!” baring your eyes shut, you allow your upper body to relax into the glass surface of the desk while he finds his rhythm. but you’re at a loss for words, mouth hanging open as he drags out to the hilt and buries himself back in until he’s trying to bypass your ass. his repeated strokes strikes against the soft spot at the roof of your cunt, “you’re going so fast.”

“am i—shit—am i supposed to go slow?” he asks knowingly, to which you frantically shake your head no to. had he gone any second slower, you’d be throwing a damn fit, whining about his talking too much time in teasing you and throwing yourself back into his hips instead. “yeah, that’s what i thought.”

each thrust drags out more of the milky white slick that forms a nasty ring around the base of his cock. “r-ren, you’re kissin’ me…” you whine, wiggling and writhing as you feel him reach your cervix—‘n it hurts, hurts real good and eren knows you don’t want him to stop.

your sobs fog up the glass below, and with tear stained eyes you turn your head to look back at your husband. his pace falters when he locks your gaze—it’s hazy and pretty, your once neat waterline is now smudged against your lower eyelids, and your plump lips are in a pout to suppress what would be breathy moans to quick whimpers—all which reach his dick just the same.

eren wastes no time grabbing a hold of your leg and hoisting it up to meet your torso on the table. the new angle gives him leeway to hit deeper—rub against his favourite spot that has you seeing stars.

“fuck, yeah—p-please eren.” you’re babbling incoherently, eyes gluing shut to give yourself some peace of mind as you shift your hips backwards to meet him halfway, “give it to me, jus’ like that!”

oh, shit.

your eagerness messes up his pace, making him curse at the feeling of his cock slipping out of you and instead slipping up against your neglected clit.

“c’mon…put it back in.” you’re whining, rubbing your cunt all over him like the neediest thing he’s ever seen—but you’re so molded to eren; there is undoubtedly nothing else in the world that makes you feel better than the way he does.

“calm down, be patient.” his voice is smooth—firm. it pulls you down into a sense of docility; security. it almost makes you forget how you’re being defiled on the desk where he earns a living so you can wear the pearls on your neck. “you’re so good to me.” he’s mumbling, fucking himself through your folds.

you can hear the sounds of your juices mixing, and eren giving a low groan before bottoming back into your sweet pussy that welcomes him back like a man once at war.

“baby…gonna—i’m gonna cum.” you shake your head at the inevitable—you’re already whimpering and your legs are buckling under the pressurizing buildup in your bottom torso.

and eren? he would never deny you of anything you wanted—in fact, he loves when you cum; your body goes rigid and develops an ironclad grip on him, and your mouth hangs open in the most obscene, yet pretty, way. so he encourages you, coaxes you on by keeping steady, hitting harder.

“f-fuckfuckfuck—fuck!” when your hand shoots down to rub and fuss and your clit, you’re done for.

eren’s strokes don’t stop when you do. instead, he lets you ride out your high right on his dick—and you…your walls are fluttering around him. uncontrolled sobs leave your mouth as you grip onto the table for some sort of stability, “that’s it.”

“you feel good?” he asks, moving your leg from the tabling and bringing you up to meet his body.

your mind is so gone, you can only mirror the words of your husband, “mhm—feels good.”

his hands grab your waist, pulling you down into the chair with him. there’s little time for you to process your surroundings before eren’s got your back flush against him, arms hooked around the back of your legs, bringing them back towards your chest.

“you can take a little more for me, right?” he huffs, blindly navigating himself back into your hole before receiving extra aid from your fucked out self.

truth be told, you’d take anything for eren—even when you’re crying from the sheer overstimulation you feel as he sloppily bounces you on his cock. you can only pray he cums quick, all before you truly start to get messy in his place of work.

“give it to me ‘ren.” moaning sweetly, your hands make their way to the nape of his neck and tug at the hair found in your fist, “c’mon—give me what i came here for.”

and eren…he doesn’t like to keep you waiting.

“fuck—you’re just the most spoiled thing aren’t you?” he moans—truly, he knows there is no one to blame but himself. and when you give him pussy this good, what else can he do?

your heeled feet clack together as eren fucks up into you with little regard for decency. his breathing is erratic, either heavy or almost laboured and still. your name is stuck on his lips—rolling around on his tongue like candy—he says it like a chant, rambling on about how only you can get him like this. shallow groans and grunts as he stills in your cunt—making sure you feel every rope of him by keeping you right on him despite your squirms.

“feel full?”

you scoff playfully, moving from your position once eren lets you, only to see a coy grin settling on his face. he’s not expecting an answer—especially when you return his smile while tugging your dress back down your legs. his eyes follow your movements, watching as you gather the picnic basket, keys to your pink porsche, and lace thong within your hands before making your way back to him.

slotting the underwear into the pocket of his blazer jacket, you whisper, “you’d better be home early, mr. jaeger.��

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i’ve found my people

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Safekeeping

Your brother's best friend learns you don't want to leave for college a virgin, and he thinks he might be able to lend you a hand.

✧ content: ~9.2k word count. 20 y/o eren jaeger x 18 y/o female reader. shameless porn without plot, older brother's friend trope, inexperienced reader/virginity loss, praise, spit, corruption themes, dry humping, guided masturbation, oral sex (f!receiving), protected PIV sex, reader's brother has a name, pet name ('baby'), passing mentions of alcohol/marijuana, explicit sexual content, explicit language, reader discretion advised. 18+ only. ✧ a/n: virginity is a social construct but this is smut so i’m gonna play into it. enjoy ♡

You planned to move away to college at the end of the summer, finally. Your school of choice was a three-hour drive from home. To you, it was the perfect distance. Just far enough to give you some much-needed space, but still within reason for a weekend visit if needed. You wouldn’t know anyone there, but that was what you were looking forward to the most, actually. It would be a fresh start.

You never did get the ‘fresh start’ that everyone talked about. You know, the new beginnings that came with every school year. You always tried to be optimistic about it but each time, without fail, your teachers scowled when they saw your last name on their rosters. They all knew your older brother Collin—very well, unfortunately.

His reputation preceded you as a punk who was sent to the principal’s office for acting out in class time and time again. Out of the classroom, too—in the hallways, on the football field after hours. Even in the parking lot when he got into a fender bender with his English teacher his senior year. You were cursed with the same teacher last semester and learned the hard way that she had a habit of holding grudges.

But that was beside the point. What you were trying to say was: you were ready for college. More than ready. Giddy and practically vibrating with excitement, marking the days off on your calendar until move-in week. Until you could finally quit your lousy summer job at the ice cream shop, waiting on old folk that never knew what they wanted and didn’t bother tipping.

Still, there was just one teensy little thing you were hoping to get out of the way before freshman year. But now that it was only a few weeks away—twenty-three days, but who’s counting?—it was starting to feel more like a pipe dream.

At the end of the day, there was no point throwing a tizzy over going to college a virgin. Surely, you wouldn’t be the only one.

Right?

Your parents had left for their annual end-of-summer trip down to the beach to visit your grandparents for a week. It used to be a family event, but now that you and Collin were deemed old enough, you had more say in whether you tagged along or not.

Collin had skipped out the last two summers, but this was the first year you were allowed to stay home, too, now that you were eighteen. But what you didn’t expect was that his three best friends would be there with the two of you—for the better half of the week, at that. Apparently, since they had done it the last two years, it had become a tradition, as they put it. Honestly, you were just impressed Collin was able to pull it off without your parents catching on, considering he was never one to clean the house when you were kids.

No matter, though; it didn’t bother you much. They had been your brother’s friends since they were in the eighth grade. Having them around was nothing new to you. Of course, it was more fun when you were younger—back when you could play Mario Party together and force Collin to sit out. Now, there wasn’t nearly as much in common besides the occasional tormenting of your brother.

So, the four of them did their thing, and you did yours.

But therein lies the problem. Even while you did you minded your business, someone just couldn’t seem to mind theirs. He couldn’t prevent his thoughts from wandering back to you—couldn’t prevent his eyes from lingering longer than they should.

It wasn’t Armin. He would never dare to look at you that way, the girl he tutored in algebra. Nor was it Jean, hopelessly consumed with texting his classmate, still determined as ever to win her over.

No, it was Eren. 'The cute one,’ as coined by you and your friends once he hit his growth spurt and grew out his hair. Though Eren was unaware of the epithet, this would be the year he’d unknowingly return the sentiment, thinking of you as Collin's very cute sister.

Eren was gone last summer, away at an internship, so it had been a couple of years since he’d last seen you. And you appeared to have—ahem—really grown into yourself, to put it delicately.

Listen, it was harmless. It wasn’t like Eren planned on feeling this way toward you. He didn’t think twice about it when Collin said you’d be at his place, too. And there was no way in hell he’d act on it. He wouldn’t even dare to let the thoughts hang around in his mind, consistently shoving them aside before they could permeate. You were Collin’s—his best friend’s—sister. More than that, you were his little sister!

He thought he was being discreet about it, but man, did you have to make it so tough? Did you really need to lay out by your parents’ pool every single day? Jeez. As a matter of fact, when was the last time it rained? This had to be the longest they’d been without it, now that Eren was thinking about it.

Back to the point here: Eren was, in fact, not remotely discreet. Armin brought it to his attention as they went to grab another beer. You happened to pop into the kitchen at the same time, just to grab a snack, and damn it, why did you have next to nothing on? Like, yeah, the place was a little warm tonight, and it was your house and all, but seriously? Tiny shorts rolled high on your waist and a tank top that looked extra clingy as you reached for a cup on the top shelf.

“You can’t be serious,” Armin grumbled to Eren. Once you were gone, obviously.

Eren should have known what Armin was referencing, but he was dumb to it, wholly convinced he had been treading carefully. “What do you—”

“You can’t bang Collin’s sister!”

Who even says ‘bang’ anymore?

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold on a second.” Eren innocently held his palms up, waving them as if he could shake off the wicked accusation. “That’s a little far now, isn’t it?”

Armin was getting ahead of himself again; even Eren hadn’t let his mind wander past that boundary… yet.

Armin gave him a look, like he knew better than to take Eren’s word at face value. “Well, it sure looks like you’re trying to bang his sister.”

“Who’s trying to bang who’s sister?”

Both Eren and Armin jumped at the voice, heads spinning like they were on a swivel to find Collin. He emerged from the basement, Jean trailing behind with a suspicious, low-browed expression.

“Oh,” Eren stammered. He had to come up with something fast because he wasn’t about to leave it to Armin, the notoriously awful liar. “Armin was just telling me about some porn he watched the other night.” Eren shrugged. “You know, where the guy tries to bang someone’s sister.”

Armin glared at Eren for throwing him under the bus but reluctantly went along with the lie. “Yeah, and then he, uh… bangs the sister?”

Idiot, Eren couldn’t help but think. Whatever, it seemed to work well enough. Collin stared back at them like they were no better than a couple of horny morons. Jean dismissed it, too. Or at least, it didn’t bother him enough to let it interfere with him going for another beer.

With the crisis only half-averted, the four returned to the basement with freshly-cracked cans of beer in tow, where they would spend the rest of the night playing video games until they eventually passed out.

Well, at least three of them did.

Eren couldn’t sleep, but that wasn’t anything new. He battled with insomnia from time to time. Tossing and turning on a wobbly air mattress didn’t make it any easier to fall asleep, and with the basement only marginally cooler than the rest of the house, he thought he might as well get a glass of water.

Unluckily (luckily?) for him, he was interrupted before he could do just that. The sight of you, simply existing, lounged up on the couch, startled him.

Someone’s jumpy tonight. You giggled when he cursed. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.”

“What are you doing here?” Eren asked.

You lightheartedly taunted, “Last time I checked, I live here, don’t I?”

He made a face at you, lacking the amusement your voice carried. “You know what I meant. Why are you still awake?”

It was the first time Eren had bumped into you. Not the first time ever, obviously; you had been alone together on countless occasions. But this was different, never this late at night before, and it was the only time it’d been just the two of you since he’d thought about you like that.

“Do I need a reason?” you airly replied, almost on a yawn as you stretched. “It’s summer break, and I don’t have work tomorrow.”

He didn’t offer more than a nod of acknowledgment before moseying across the room, his hands shoved into his pockets. Unsure of where this was going, you reached for the remote and paused your show.

“What are you guys doing down there?”

“They’re all asleep,” Eren answered. He stood idly in the middle of the room because, like you, he was curious as to where this was heading.

“And you’re not asleep because…?”

No, he couldn’t think like that. This was going nowhere.

“I came to grab some water,” he hurried to say—or at least, you thought it sounded hurried—and disappeared into the kitchen right after.

You listened for a moment, fingers dancing on the button of the remote as you debated starting your show again. But when the faucet flicked off, he didn’t return to the basement in the apparent rush he was in. Instead, he stayed there, with you.

Eren sipped his water, thinking of what to say next. It was an uphill battle because there wasn’t anything to say. There was no reason he needed to start a conversation with you. And yet, there he was, leaned up against the wall, dumbly scratching at his midriff as he racked—

Wait. Were you checking him out?

If there was one thing Eren had learned at college—let’s be real here, he had a nasty habit of skipping class—it was that he did pretty well for himself when it came to girls. Decent enough, he’d say. He at least had enough sense to know when a chick was interested in him. And now that you had creaked that door open, ogled at where his hand had lifted his shirt to reveal his stomach, he didn’t really have another choice but to step inside and explore around. Just a bit.

Armin’s warning blared in the back of Eren’s head. As luck would have it, his conscience tended to have Armin’s voice. But there wasn’t anything wrong with casual conversation, was there? After all, he had known you for years.

“So, are you excited to leave for college soon?”

Nope. There was no turning back now.

You perked up in your seat. “Yeah, for sure. It’ll be nice to go somewhere new. Meet new people, make new friends—”

“Maybe you’ll finally find your Fabio.”

There was a joke there, unfortunately. One you hadn’t heard in so long that you cringed at the memory.

As Collin’s sister, his friends were first-hand witnesses to your boy crazy phase, all your dating flops. Perhaps they had even learned you were quite the hopeless romantic. And by that, you meant Jean had found a smutty novel you had stolen from your mom—yes, it even had the signature Fabio-esque cover, hence the joke. Anyway, he read it aloud in front of your brother and the rest of their friends until Armin snatched the book from him, which somehow made the whole ordeal even worse.

“Yeah, we’ll see about that,” you offhandedly chuckled. “I was sort of hoping that would happen before college, but you know—I’m sure plenty of people go to college inexperienced.”

Your voice trailed off there at the end, almost like the notion really bothered you. Eren scrutinized it, this thing you handed him. It was a conversational game of hot potato—something you had shoved his way and forced him to hold onto. Why were you bringing this up? Were you looking for his advice?

Eren set down his glass and moved to sit by you on the couch. The far side of it. “Is that what you’re worried about?”

“No,” you blurted out, embarrassed and kicking yourself for having said anything in the first place. But your abruptness sounded just as bad, so with a sigh, you said, “I mean, I guess. I don’t want people to think I’m a loser for being a virgin.”

Again, why were you mentioning this to him? Eren felt like he was playing with fire. He knew he was going to wind up burnt the longer he stayed, maybe even scorching everything around him, even you, in the process.

Still, he poked it, added some kindling because he was unwilling to let it die out. “I think there’s a fairly simple solution to that.”

“What, getting laid? I think I know that,” you scoffed. “And it’s easy for you to say that, looking like—” You loosely waved your hand over the length of him. “You. Believe it or not, I don’t exactly have suitors lining up outside my door.”

Okay, so he was picking up on something here. He wasn’t crazy. You said it then: you found him attractive. And he found you attractive. Extremely so, if that wasn’t obvious already. The answer was easy enough; he might as well go on say it outright then.

“What if I did it?” Eren suggested.

You didn’t know what he meant by it, his casualness throwing you for a loop. Surely, he couldn’t be talking about that.

“You know, took your virginity.”

Oh. There was no mistaking it now. He was, without a doubt, talking about that.

And why were you considering it?

Your brother’s friends, Eren included, had taught you all sorts of things before, things they probably shouldn’t have. They told you to flush the toilet to mask your squeaky front door if you planned on sneaking out. Taught you how to roll a joint, and how to take a proper hit after you confessed you had never ‘felt high’ when you smoked. So, would this be any different?

While you mulled it over, Eren took the far-away look behind your eyes as a horrible sign. He realized how insane the proposition sounded once he spoke it into existence. Before he could take it back, play it off as a joke—he had one too many beers, that’s all—you piped up.

“Really?”

He certainly didn’t expect that, stammering, “I—yeah. Why not?”

Another lengthy pause passed before you accused, “Are you just fucking with me?”

“No, no! I wouldn’t.” He started rambling then, a jumbled mix of ‘I just—’ and ‘I shouldn’t have—’ until you decidedly cut him off.

“Okay.”

“Huh?”

“I said okay. You can… take my virginity.” It felt like a strange way to say it, too formal. And to say it to Eren of all people, who would have guessed it?

Then again, maybe this was the most logical outcome. It wasn’t like you needed to make a big deal of losing your virginity. You weren’t looking for something romantic, with rose petals or a waterbed or any of that corny-porny crap. You were just looking to get it out of the way. That way, when you inevitably meet the love of your life in college (okay, so maybe you were a hopeless romantic), you wouldn’t embarrass yourself the first time you hooked up.

“Okay,” Eren replied on his inhale, a breath sucked through his teeth, like it was a sin to say aloud.

He scooted closer, sitting on the cushion that once separated you. You expected him to kiss you, even leaning into him with closed eyes, but your lips barely brushed into his. He didn’t come any closer than that.

Lowly, he asked you, “Do you trust me?”

You nodded. Your noses bumped.

“I need to hear it.”

“I trust you,” you said, even quieter than him. You could barely hear it over the sound of your heart, thumping so hard you swore it might burst into your throat.

Eren kissed you then, tentatively, with his hand cradling the side of your face. He didn’t move until you did, and when you returned the kiss, he followed while letting you take lead.

It didn’t last long, though. You jumped away from each other, back to the opposite sides of the couch, when the basement door squeaked open. The panic subsided when you caught the bright eyes of your family’s cat, her little head poking out from the shadows.

You held a hand to your chest, steadying your breath and trying to settle your rapid heartbeat, as if both were possible. When you met Eren’s gaze, he was already staring at you with a brittle sort of look. You couldn’t tell what he was thinking. Did he regret what he had done with you? You didn’t, and you prayed he didn’t either.

Before you had the chance to ask, he finally said, “Should we go to your room?”

“Good idea.”

He knew where your room was, but still, he followed right behind you anyway. At the top of the staircase, just before your bedroom door, you split. You turned to see Eren sneaking into Collin’s room. A minute passed while you listened to his rustling, but when he returned, held between his two fingers was that infamous, shiny foil.

You frowned, hard. “I’m not going to use one of my brother’s condoms.”

“Do you have one then?” Eren asked, already well aware of your answer.

“Fine.”

Eren had never been in your bedroom before. It felt foreign, and weirdly wrong, to have him in there. He looked out of place for it, too big, too mature, especially as you looked at all your girlish knick-knacks and old photos. You wished you could tuck everything away into some lonely drawer.

You avoided Eren’s eyes and fixed your attention on adjusting the lights. Your bright ceiling light was far too unforgiving for this, so you switched it out for your bedside lamp. The drone of the old bulb buzzed in the back of your ears, its light a fizzy yellow.

You were nervous. Eren didn’t need to see your face to know it was written all across it. Not that it surprised him, considering this was about to be your first time having sex, and it would be with him.

He felt his heart drop into his stomach, the sick feeling you get on a rollercoaster, but somehow you want to ride again. Maybe he was just as nervous as you. You had put your trust in him, enough to take your virginity. Handing it to him as if it were some sentimental treasure he could watch over, for safekeeping.

Sure, he knew the optics were bad. Not just bad but horrendous, actually. He was about to sleep with his best friend’s younger sister, a recently eighteen-year-old virgin. The whole situation sounded no better than a second-rate porno—like the one he had made up with Armin in the kitchen, ha!

This was as much a blessing straight from heaven as it was a curse. But he couldn’t care about the optics now, not with you taking a seat on the bed, looking over at him with these come-and-get-me eyes that may or may not have been intentional.

No, this wasn’t a curse at all. If it were so wrong of him, then why was it that he already felt his cock straining against his sweats at the mere thought? The thought of how delicate he’d be with you. He needed to be, for the last thing he wanted was to ruin your first time. He’d be the first to show you what pleasure could be with another person—what you were deserving of before going off and letting other boys touch you.

He set the condom on the nightstand and joined you at the edge of your bed, his knee barely grazing yours. He was about to ask if he could kiss you again, but you entirely side-skipped any conversation by picking up right where the two of you had left off.

Again, Eren relinquished control to you, but he did take the initiative to swipe his tongue into your mouth. You tasted him, the bittersweet flavor of light beer. He was nothing like the last boy you kissed. He didn’t ram his tongue down your throat but kissed you as though he wanted to taste you, to muse over and memorize you. And you let him, lips languidly caressing one another with little point or purpose, solely running on instinct.

You balled his shirt in your fist, twisted the fabric of it between your hands to have him close—closer. He hoisted you onto his lap with his hands at your waist, and you went along with him more than willing. You draped your hands over his shoulders, crossing them at the wrist, and didn’t let your lips break from his once.

He smoothed his palms up and down the small of your back until he eventually ventured lower. He gripped at your ass, pulling you down to grind over him. Just once, so you could feel him, how achingly hard he was for you. Then, you did it again all on your own. Lightheaded and teeming with desire, the pressure against your clit, even through your layers of clothing, was an addicting relief. You moved against him, again and again, until you were dragging yourself over him, practically about get off from that alone.

But Eren didn’t let that happen. Before you get there, Eren used his hold on your hips to stall you. His voice was a mumble against your mouth as he asked you, “How far have you gone?”

“This,” you professed. “This is the farthest I’ve gone.”

Fuck.

“Okay.” It was the word of the night. Eren breathed it out like he was talking to himself. The type of sigh you’d give yourself in the mirror when trying to calm down, which was precisely his goal.

He lifted you with little effort, had you lie back into the pillows before he crawled on top of you. He kissed at your jawline, then placed another on the side of your neck. He left a few of them there. It was all lip, all wispy, like he could break you. Still, you felt each of them like a spark at the base of your spine.

His fingers trailed lower, tickling over your collarbone but stopping short of the neckline of your tank top.

“Is it all right if I touch you here?” he asked, punctuating it by running a hand down your breast, over your shirt.

“Yes,” you whispered with a shudder.

With the confirmation, he massaged lightly, his thumb caressing over your perked nipple.

He kissed you again, his tongue meeting yours while he rolled your nipple between his fingers. Your back arched instinctively, wanting more—needing more. He listened to your body, learning as he went, and tugged down your tank top. With nothing between you, he lightly pinched at your nipple, pulling a whine from you, one that didn’t get the chance to meet the air.

Eren kissed the side of your face. “Can I kiss you there?” he muttered, referencing your tits as he gave another squeeze. He pressed another kiss, lower, against your throat.

“Mhm,” was all you managed with a voice that was long gone, lost somewhere in the opened-mouth kisses he left along the dip between your chest.

It tickled a bit when he flicked over your nipple with his tongue—even more when he latched onto it with his mouth. You were wiggly beneath him, driving him wild, and you didn’t even know it. It was sweet how sensitive you were, his mouth being the first to kiss you there, to learn the taste of your skin. So soft. And warm, too, heating up the longer he sucked at your tits, anywhere he pleased.

Eren kept his hand at your waist, palming over your stomach but never risking any lower than that. His touch was heated, urgent, yet he only showed restraint.

He pulled back from you, letting his face hover inches above yours when he asked, “Have you ever touched yourself before?”

He was strangely calm for asking such a personal question, setting your face ablaze. Too rushed, you replied, “Of course I have.”

What did he think? That because you were a virgin, you hadn’t thought about sex before? Hadn’t ever watched porn? Yes, you hadn’t actually done it, but it wasn’t as though you were heading into the situation blind.

“Then—” You, the sight of you wriggling out of your sleep shorts, interrupted him. You caught the bob of his throat when he swallowed, but you weren’t sure he was trying that hard to hide it. “Show me how you do it.”

Eren sat back on his knees, just shy of sitting between your legs as you rested against the pillows. The only thing separating him from you was a thin pair of panties. You hoped he didn’t notice your jittery fingers as you slipped them beneath the band.

You started, “This is—”

“It’s not embarrassing,” he interrupted. It only made you more anxious, like he could read your mind or something. But he was genuine as he said it, assuring you even while struggling to maintain eye contact, his attention flitting from your face to between your legs. “Show me how I can make you come.”

How could he possibly be so open about this? There wasn’t even a shred of hesitation or shame in his voice. You wondered how many people he’d been with—how many times he’d rehearsed before he could speak with such confidence? Enough confidence to have you listening loyally and plunging your hand beneath your underwear.

You pressed the pads of your fingers against your clit and started to rub. Slowly at first, but already, just that smidgen of relief was enough to pull a flimsy sound from you. You were sensitive, throbbing, and so incredibly turned on that you didn’t hide even as he unabashedly stared at you with pure infatuation.

Eren rested a hand on your leg, sliding higher and reaching for your panties. “Can I take these off?”

You stopped only to help him work them down your leg, shimmying until he had them thrown to the foot of the bed. You were hesitant to spread your legs again, but he did it for you, placing one at each of his sides. He took your hand and returned it between your thighs, eager for you to continue. So you did just that.

There wasn’t any doubt he could see everything now—how wet you were, how it coated your fingers the longer you rubbed, the tighter your little circles became. But you were too wrapped up in it to care, playing with yourself just as indecently as you would if you were alone. You couldn’t even be bothered to stifle the chant of gasps spilling from you.

“Can you put a finger inside for me?” Eren requested.

You nodded and pushed one inside, felt how you pulsed around it. You moved it in and out, the same way you had done many times before.

“Yeah, like that,” he murmured. You heard the ‘fuck’ he cursed under his breath. “How’s that feel?”

“Good,” you whispered, eyes fluttering shut.

“Try a little faster.”

You did just that and bit back a whimper.

“Add another.”

He needed you stretched. He needed you ready for him.

You took your second finger well; you had done that before, too.

“You’re doing so good,” he told you. He leaned into you, closing in. “Can I help you now?”

“Please,” you breathed. You slipped your fingers from you, giving Eren access to do with you as he wished.

But he didn’t reach for you. Not there, at least. He held his fingers before your mouth.

“Open up.”

You weren’t sure what he was after, but you obeyed, lusty enough that you found you were trusting him implicitly. He placed his middle and index fingers against your tongue, telling you, “Get them nice and wet for me.”

You sucked on them lightly. Saliva pooled on the back of your tongue as he pressed down. He pulled them from your mouth with a lewd sound and smiled at you. It made your chest swell a bit.

Eren returned to your side. His presence was engulfing as he wrapped an arm around you, holding you close. It surprised you, the intimacy of it, but you didn’t have any time for second-guessing before he urged, “Keep going.”

You returned to circling your clit as his hand met yours. He traced his pointer finger through you, and every muscle in your body tensed.

“Can I?”

“Yes,” you said, practically a moan.

He slipped it inside you, taking his time with it. His finger was much larger than your own, thicker, reaching deeper than yours had ever gone. Your stomach tightened at the intrusion, trying to adjust.

“That okay?” he asked.

“Yes.” It was better than okay. “More. Please.”

Eren chuckled warmly. He pumped his finger in and out of you, curving it just right to have you squirming in his arms. You were beginning to understand why he was holding you now. He wanted to keep you still so that, once he figured out what you liked, he could maintain his pace through your needy bucking.

He had a hand on your head, petting over you as he asked, “You close?” You couldn’t respond because he added a second finger. A hiss left you, but it melted into a satisfied whine. “Yeah?”

“Y-yeah,” you whispered against him, his body dizzyingly hot even through his T-shirt.

It was becoming quite the task to keep your fingers moving, what with Eren’s fingers hitting a spot that you didn’t even know existed, over and over again. It had you—fuck—it had you coming. So hard that you thoughtlessly rode his hand, eyes screwing shut as you fucked yourself deeper on his fingers, prolonging the bliss however you could until you turned to goo in his arms.

You were panting against his chest, your body still twitchy, when he started to ask, “Did you—”

“Yes,” you said on a drawn-out exhale.

He pecked your forehead. You still felt the stamp of it as he moved to get back on top. He held himself above you with hands planted on either side of you, kissing you full on the mouth. Still hazy, you didn’t move much, letting him make out with you all he wanted until his lips traveled down to the dip behind your ear, then the delicate crook of your neck.

He bunched your tank higher up your chest until you both tore it over your head. With it out of his way, Eren continued kissing lower—even lower than before. His breath tickled over your nipples, leaving you a needy, rutting mess—for what exactly, you didn’t know, just more.

“Too much?” Eren asked, looking up at you with his big, green eyes.

“No,” you assured, your mouth agape and in awe of him. “I like it.”

He pressed his smile against your skin, kissing and licking his way down your sternum.

When he reached your navel, you asked, “What are you—”

“Making sure you’re ready.” He kissed your hipbone.

“It’s really okay,” you said, slightly wary. “We should just get this over with, right?”

“What if I don’t want to get this over with?” Eren kissed just above your slit. “What if I want to take my time?”

Eren wanted you as comfortable—as relaxed—as possible. And since he was already about to fuck his friend’s younger sister, with one of his condoms nonetheless, he certainly wasn’t going to dig around for his friend’s lube next. Luckily, there was another, more fun, way that he could ensure you were properly lubricated so as to avoid any pain that may arise from him splitting you on his—

Focus.

“I need you to tell me what feels good and what doesn’t,” Eren said, a reminder more to himself than for you.

You gasped, almost choked, when he kissed the top of your thigh, then the inner part of it.

“Can you do that for me?”

“Eren, I—”

“Please.” He licked a broad stripe up the crease of your thigh. That alone had your head thrown back against your pillow, a tiny ‘oh’ escaping you. “Let me. I want to.”

“You do?” you timidly asked.

“So badly,” he replied, but it sounded more like an admission. A white flag of surrender, like he was letting himself fully give in to his desires because, yes, he had thought about this before. There was no use in lying about it now.

“O-okay.”

On that, he returned to teasing his way between your legs, kissing from the delicate flesh of your inner thighs to—

“Wait!” you interjected. Eren immediately looked to you like he had done something wrong, but you quelled his worry with, “Can you get undressed, too? Like, at least your shirt.”

Your request didn’t sound nearly as self-assured as his, but he listened to you nonetheless. He sat back to peel off his shirt. He smiled at you softly. “Better?”

You scanned over his toned torso, sun-kissed and tanned from summer. Definitely better. “Thanks.”

He leaned over you, his mouth inches from your pussy as he murmured, “It’ll feel good.” Then he kissed your entrance, and the sensation of it jolted through your body like lightning. “Promise.”

Eren parted you with his fingers before licking through you, letting the newfound feeling sink in deep. His tongue was warm, wet, and exceedingly gentle—nothing like his fingers or even your own. You couldn’t begin to describe it, but that might be because, after a second lap of his tongue, you were already losing any and all coherency.

You made a few strained sounds, flowery and pathetic, but supported yourself on trembling elbows to watch. When you met Eren’s eyes, he only stopped licking at you to say, “Tell me what feels good.”

“Everything.” The word tumbled out of your mouth desperately. “Everything feels good.”

You felt his laugh just before he closed his mouth back over you. He continued having his way with you, sucking and licking at you, saliva and slick making a mess of his pretty face as he staggered kisses between his laps. Whenever his lips brushed against your clit, your legs would flex tight. He hooked his arms around them, laying them over his strong shoulders. You felt the way his fingers dug into the fat of your thighs, locking them in place while he circled his lips around your clit with more pressure than before.

“Ah—oh,” you moaned, your back leaving the bed to press your pussy further into his face, as if you could have him any closer—you know, until you’d have him inside you. But that would come soon enough.

Eren didn’t ask this time; he knew exactly how he was making you feel. And you were thankful for it because you couldn’t dream of him stopping. You needed more, lacing a hand through his locks and pulling lightly, encouraging him. He groaned against you, clearly liking it, so you did it again.

He was sloppy with it while still… thoughtful? That didn’t feel like the correct word for it, but even as he made out with the most intimate part of you, he did it with intention, doing that thing again, whatever it was, with his tongue pointed, because he had quickly learned you liked it. No, he showed you that you liked it. Loved it, actually; it was excruciatingly evident by the breathless sounds you made.

And when Eren paired his tongue with his sucking lips, swirling it against your clit, you came with your own hand clamped over your mouth. Your entire body gained a pulse of its own. It was much stronger than your first orgasm and longer-lasting, too. The muscles of your stomach wound and released while you rode out your high, Eren groaning against you just as pleasedly.

Only once you were no longer propped on your elbows but flopped against the bed did Eren let up. Your thighs were still trembling as he kissed a pathway back to your side. You both sat with heaving chests, though yours much heavier than his, and you were beginning to question how you were supposed to go for another round. You hadn’t even reached the—for lack of a better word—main event yet. Truthfully, you expected Eren to throw you to your bed, pop your metaphorical cherry, and be done with it. But now you had already orgasmed twice and he still had his sweatpants on.

You should probably do something about that, shouldn’t you?

“I wanna touch you, too.”

While innocent, it was the most you had communicated with him this far, so he didn’t stop you when you reached for him. He was more than ready for it.

You explored him a bit, tracing over his length and discovering what touches made him twitch beneath your touch, still as chaste as ever.

“Show me,” you purred.

It wasn’t that you didn’t know what to do—a hand job was far from rocket science. It was more like if you had to show him yours, then you wanted to see his. You wanted to watch.

Eren tugged his sweatpants and boxers down his legs. His cock sprung out, nearly slapping against the low part of his abs. Already, his tip was wetted, needy for anything after going untouched this long, even if it was his own hand.

He wrapped his fingers around his shaft, working his fist over his cock, faster, until he was jerking himself off for you. His breath, fanning just above your head, went from steady to ragged, his chest tight.

You watched him for a moment, already needing to touch him. You pushed yourself upright, perched so that your knees brushed against his thigh, ready to take him with both hands.

“Hold on.”

You glanced at him. He fidgeted, like he was about to say something but retracted it immediately. He sounded hesitant, looked even more hesitant, when he asked, “Can you—can you spit in your hand first?”

“Oh, um.” You looked at your open palm and tried your best to collect some saliva in your mouth. It was a little daunting, knowing he was watching as you did it, but he didn’t seem to mind.

No, he definitely didn’t mind. Not in the slightest. But he wouldn’t admit that to you right now.

You took him in your hand, mimicking how he did it, with a loose wrist and your grasp slightly firm. When you squeezed over his tip, you heard the sharp inhale it pulled from him, noted how his pelvis flexed. Eren’s hand closed over yours. He was going to show you exactly how he liked it.

Eren moved your hand for you, gripping it whenever you reached the head of his cock. His pinched breaths turned into groans, his brows hanging low over his keen eyes. That was when he started thrusting, fucking your hand, and nearly forgot where he was—forgot whose hand he was using like his own personal toy.

“Spit on it,” he grunted, that temperate side of him growing unrestrained.

He didn’t mean to come off so crass, not in front of you, not this soon. It was just that Eren couldn’t remember the last time he came from a handjob, but he was nearly there, with your hands so dainty and velvety around him. Not to mention the spit dribbling from your pretty lips before you spread it down his cock—he was about to lose his last smidgen of composure.

Thankfully, he remembered the reason why he was here. He had a much bigger agenda than fucking your hand. How could he have forgotten already that he was here for you?

“That’s—ah, shit.” Selfishly, Eren waited for another second before releasing your hand. You continued stroking him eagerly, and it felt wrong to stop you, but he did just that with his hand around your forearm. “You’re gonna make me come if you keep going.”

“Sorry,” you said, your hands now politely to yourself and folded on your lap.

With a short, huffing laugh, he told you, “You do not have to apologize for that. Believe me.”

His chuckle had you smiling again. That closed-mouth, coy smile that he was quickly learning might become the death of him. He straightened out, taking your chin between his fingers to kiss you again.

“Lay back for me,” he whispered.

You fell into the mess of pillows and tangled sheets, making yourself comfortable while Eren fetched the condom. You didn’t know what the feeling was—trepidation, anticipation, excitement, perhaps all three—but it bubbled in your stomach as you watched him rip the wrapper before rolling on the latex.

He pumped himself a few times as he reminded, “We can stop at any time if you need.”

Eyes wide and fixed onto him—specifically on his cock, which he’d soon gape you on—you asked, “Do we need a safe word?”

He laughed again, through his nose like earlier, but only because you were so agonizingly cute about it. “I think ‘stop’ will work just fine.”

You did that smile again, winding the knot in his stomach more than he even thought possible. Eren was so close to snapping—not like that! Not hurting you, never. More like coming undone, turning into a puddle of himself, finishing humiliatingly early—that sort of snapping. He didn’t know what had him feeling this way, but something about you made him feel like the virgin here.

He didn’t dare push inside yet, not only for your sake but for his. His eyes, now brazen and alert, scanned over you, staring you straight in the face like a silent check-in. And when you gave him the go-ahead, nothing more than a bobble of your head, slowly, he tilted his hips into yours.

With you unbelievably tight around him, he stilled with only his tip inside you. Even so, his breath had already hitched in his throat. He couldn’t hold back, he simply couldn’t. And when he gave you a little more, between his eyes flittering shut, he caught the scrunch of your nose.

There was a stretch, a certain fullness. It didn’t necessarily hurt, but it didn’t exactly feel like he belonged in there, either. It was considerate of him to take his time with you, prep you with his fingers and tongue. But even so, with his cock only halfway inside, you had your nails dug deep into his biceps.

“How’re you doing?” Eren asked.

“I’m—” You glanced at where your bodies were connecting. There was still more of him to take. “Okay.”

It didn’t appear like he believed you, which was fair because it was a shaky statement at best. “It’s too much?”

“A little,” you sheepishly admitted.

He pulled out of you, and even that made you wince. Your shoulders dropped back to the mattress, every muscle in your body easing up now that he wasn’t bullying inside you.

"Here.” Eren rolled onto his back. He guided you on top of him, set you so your knees straddled his waist, his cock resting between your legs. Somehow, it looked even longer like that, laid upon his abs. “Let’s try it like this.”

Like this? It felt incredibly vulnerable from up here, where he could see you—in all your glory—bouncy above him. Plus, you hardly knew what you were doing; you had just given your first handjob! If you were being honest, you thought you’d just sort of lay there and take it from him, and now he was expecting you to ride him? It was intimidating, to say the least, even if Eren tried to assure you it wasn’t.

“You have total control this way.”

That was the exact thing you feared. You didn’t want any control. What if you did something wrong?

Apparently, you didn’t do a great job at masking your worry because Eren immediately placed his hands on your hips, not taking them in his grasp but rubbing his thumbs encouragingly against your skin.

The entire point of this was to trust him. That was why you were doing this—losing it to Eren, someone who wouldn’t make fun of you. That way, when it really mattered, you wouldn’t royally fuck up. And after getting this far, there was no chance in hell you would end the night a virgin. Well, half-virgin.

Ready to try again, you drew a deep breath, lifting yourself to your knees. Before you reached for him, like the new sexpert that you were, you spat in the palm of your hand, not minding Eren’s eyes this time. You stroked over the condom, mixing its lube with your saliva, then lined his cock up with you.

Carefully, you sat down. He only reached as deep as before, but the pressure was nowhere near what it once was. You rolled your hips, testing different angles to see what worked best—how you could get more of him, all of him, inside you.

Eren curved a hand around the nape of your neck, cooing, “Come here.”

He brought you in for a kiss—more than a kiss—his tongue immediately licking into your mouth the second your lips crashed into his, tasting every one of your contented, little hums.

He snaked a hand between your legs, lazily thumbing over your clit until your lips were unable to match his fervency. It was more like you were moaning against his mouth, right into it, sharing each of his breaths until your cheeks sweltered. He melted you from the inside out, softening you up like butter until you were flush against his pelvis—as easy as that. Cautiously, you started rocking your hips.

“That’s it,” Eren whispered into the corner of your mouth.

With quivering arms, you held yourself up with your palms pressed into his chest. Perched proudly atop him, the tip of his cock reached deeper, filling you deeper than anything else had before. It stole your breath, almost like you felt him in your throat.

Eren admired how your mouth fell into an adorable ‘o’ before you started moving. As though a switch had flipped, you were suddenly rolling your hips against him—slowly, of course—repeatedly having him hit that delicious spot again as you indulgently chased after your third orgasm.

“You’re doing so good, taking me well for—for your first time.”

Shit. Eren remembered he was taking your virginity.

He inhaled sharply, hoping you wouldn’t notice how his voice gave way, or how his cock jolted inside you when he realized he was the first to have you like this. His cock was the first to fill you, stretch you, mold you to accommodate him. Only him.

“Do what feels good for you, baby.”

The pet name slipped past him before he could wrangle it back, but you didn’t seem to catch it. Or, at least, you didn’t mind.

No, you were too busy to hear him, more occupied with getting a feel for what you liked best. Eren let you use his cock freely because—what, was he supposed to stop you? Fuck no. He would let you continue forever if you desired it, so long as you’d continue gifting him with such lovely and lewd expressions—the sweet curl of your lip, the knit of your determined brows as your thighs had surely started to burn.

But, boy, it was quite the challenge, letting you have your way with him. You could only keep your pace for a moment or two before you’d take a break. Such a fucking tease, and you didn’t even know it. It was endearing how worn out you were from everything that came before this, and all Eren wanted was to dig his heels into your bed, pound away at that tight pussy of yours, and show you just how wonderful he could make you feel.

It was a test of strength for him, whether he could hold back or not, because finally, you looked like you were enjoying yourself on his cock. You took him with short strokes, a simple tilt of your hips back and forth once you realized you could grind your clit into his pelvis.

He could tell you were close, from the way you fluttered around him to the gasps getting caught in your throat from the added, and absolutely euphoric, pressure.

“Just like that. Keep going. Make yourself come for me.”

The gravel in Eren’s voice pushed you closer to the edge. There was a growl to it, and you could feel it vibrate through you. You tossed your head back with a cry loud enough to wake a neighbor as you shoved a hand between your legs, desperate to come.

Eren shushed you dotingly, but there was a grin on his face as he placed his sticky palm against your mouth. “Can’t let them hear us now, can we?”

He felt your heady breath as you panted, trying to reach your peak. When you couldn’t ride him any longer, your hips an erratic sputter, he beamed up at you, slack-jawed smile and all, and said, “Feel good? Need some help?”

Too overwhelmed, you couldn’t even nod your head. You babbled uselessly.

“Want me to fuck you, just a little? Get you coming on my cock?”

“Yes, please—oh, God, Eren.”

When he started to move, thrusting into you ever so slightly, you were already scratching your nails down his chest. It was no bother to him, though. He only wanted you to do it again.

When you came, you squeezed him so perfectly that he thought he might explode. It was taking his last bit of self-control to fuck you at such a steady and slow pace when, in reality, he only wanted to hammer into you. Eren felt like he was moments away from boiling over. His face was burning, and he could feel the sweat beading in his hairline from this aching, pent-up desire within him. After fingering you, going down on you—no, after days of fantasizing about you—he needed release.

Even you could see it—the unmistakable flush of his face now spreading to the base of his neck and spanning his chest. As blissed out as you were, limply collapsed on top of him, you mumbled against his skin, “Eren, I want you to come, too.”

And how could he turn that down? Now that you had come three times, he figured he could finally have his turn.

“I’m gonna go a bit faster now. You tell me if that’s okay or not.”

Before he could even flinch, you assured him, “It’s okay. I want you to.”

The soft laziness of your voice, the dreaminess seeping through it like syrup—it was too much.

Eren took you by the hips first, holding your body pliant for him to thrust into. He started with long drags of his cock, letting his tip kiss your entrance before stuffing himself back inside you. Each time he bottomed out, he bit back every vulgar curse he wanted to hiss into your ear.

Then, he flattened his hands against your back, folding you into him with his palms seared into your shoulder blades. Your face was smothered in the crook of his neck as he fucked up into you. The bed began to squeak, like a mockery of your tiny bleats.

“You all right?” Eren asked, his voice hoarse.

You only made an affirmative sound that got muffled as you burrowed against him. With your chest warm, like a tingling between your lungs, and your head stuck somewhere in the clouds, you took him in a speechless, almost surreal, bliss. How fiercely he needed you, if only for a blip in time, was intoxicating.

And in that fleeting moment, the sin of it, the forbiddenness surrounding you, had vanished. Eren was sure it would rear itself again, that was for certain. He could predict the ripple of guilt that’d course through him once he inevitably faced what he’d done. But even if it meant betraying his best friend, he couldn’t find it within himself to regret it.

Especially when he realized how fucking good it felt to come inside you. With his arms locked around your waist, your entire body smushed against his, he snapped his hips into you, as if he could possibly fuck you any deeper. He emptied himself into the condom as a groan tore through his throat, the hum of it against the shell of your ear like a final shudder down your spine.

He pulled out of you, faintly cursing as he did. You flopped at his side, entirely spent, and stared at the ceiling with fuzzy, unfocused vision. The rush of adrenaline was on a steep comedown, and you were already starting to feel it. Sore, but extremely satisfied.

“You should probably go to the bathroom—to pee and stuff,” Eren said, that familiar, boyish side already returning in full force.

Pee. Got it.

You only muttered a ‘yeah’ before you redressed and tip-toed off to the bathroom down the hallway. There, you wiped yourself clean, forced yourself to pee, and gave yourself a good long look in the mirror.

In just one night, you had hit every base. By definition, a home run, in your book—and with your brother’s ‘cute friend,’ at that.

You were shocked to see Eren was still there when you returned to your bedroom. He had on his boxers and tee already, stepping into his sweatpants as you opened the door. He gave you a soft smile as you hopped into your bed.

Then, even more surprisingly, he asked, “Do you want me to stay?”

Eren knew he should leave unless he hoped to get caught. Still, he thought it was the right thing to say.

You giggled, “I think my brother would kill you if he found you in here.”

He laughed along with you, but when it settled, he crawled beneath your sheets anyway.

Though you felt uncertain about it, he consoled it away with, “Don’t worry. I’ll just hang here until you fall asleep.” You at least deserved that.

He turned the light off and let you rest your head against his chest, your arm looped around his waist. You didn't know where the urge to cuddle came from, and neither did he, but he didn't question it. It was comfortable, even as he waited for that pang of guilt to hit.

But it never did. And once he heard your breathing taper to a peaceful drone, he slipped out of your bed and snuck back down to the basement. That stupid air mattress felt a whole lot more comfortable now.

Finally, Eren had scratched the itch he couldn't kick, just to get it out of his system. Now, there was absolutely no way he'd think of you again—not that kittenish little smile nor how you curled against him in your sleep—and definitely not while you were three hours away at school…

Right?

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𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋

𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍 𝐉𝐀𝐄𝐆𝐄𝐑

You can read Part 2 here

In which you and Eren have known eachother for ages & were bestfriends until he got into a relationship, out of respect you decided to distance yourself from him, but it seems like he’s got other ideas.

C/W: smut, fem bodied reader, breeding kink, mentions of pregnancy (no one gets pregnant), cheating, pictures, semi-public?

You laughed watching the bottle on the ground land on Jean, the two of you locked eyes while the group cheered the two of you on. “And what if I don’t kiss him?” You asked, raising an eyebrow. You knew you would, you never turned down spin the bottle, but you loved being difficult regardless. “You know you want to.” Jean leaned backwards slightly, he was starting to feel like he was in heat at the sight of you, you were the sexiest girl here, everyone knew that.

All the boys were secretly praying that it would land on them, but alas fate had it’s say. He even knew that Eren, in the corner of his eye was loathing the sight in front of him right now. Obviously he had opted out of the game, well he didn’t have much of a choice considering he had an entire girlfriend and you had instantly ruled him out as a participant but right now he was considering giving Jean a nice wack in the face.

“Maybe.” You crawled towards him, Historia couldn’t help but squeal, Ymir clasped her hand over her girlfriend’s mouth while Mikasa watched intently. Her eyes flickered to Eren’s momentarily, wondering what was running through his head, seeing his bestfriend, well ex-bestfriend she should say, crawling up towards the boy he hates most with pure lust on her face, he was definitely seething. Not even Armin could pretend not to notice the way he gripped onto his beer glass a little harder and the way his eyebrow quirked up as he took interest in your next moves.

You were now eye to eye with Jean and you wasted no time fisting his shirt as you pulled him closer into an intense make-out session. He swore he’d forgotten the fact that your friend group was there, all that he cared about was you and the taste of alcohol between the two of you. Fuck he wanted more, he needed more.

“Enough.” Eren pulled you backwards from the back of your top, you smirked at Jean seeing the flushed expression on his face. “Fuck is your problem Jaeger?” Jean scoffed watching as Eren situated you next to him on the couch in a protective manner, he literally had a fucking girlfriend, Jean didn’t understand why he was always so bothered over you.

“You two are slowing down the game and this isn’t a fucking porno.” He leaned back against the couch, returning the venomous look that Jean was giving him. You glanced in his direction, he looked as gorgeous as ever with those jade orbs, his signature man-bun and that stupid unbothered expression on his face despite the words coming out of his mouth. You shouldn’t be thinking this, you were the worst girl in the world.

Jean rolled his eyes, by the time he had tried looking back in your direction you had already lost interest, opting on eyeing down some rando that had just walked past your group at the party. You were so fickle like that, Jean was convinced no one on this earth could tame you, perhaps the only time you had ever been obedient is when it came to Eren, for whatever reason you always listened to him. He knew that the two of you had been bestfriends since as long as he could remember and honestly there was a time he thought it was more than that, but once Eren got a girlfriend he assumed he was wrong. Now, he second guessed himself, more-so he wondered about you, what did you think about Eren?

You crossed your legs with a laugh, “Ren, stop being an asshole.” You tipped your head back on the couch, tilting it to face him a little. He was convinced this was the closest he had been to you in months, he hadn’t heard the nickname in a while and man did he fucking miss it. “You’re not playing anymore.” He announced taking a swig of his beer, in return you pouted, prompting an explanation. “You’re drunk.” He explained, at that you shook your head, you both know you weren’t drunk but you assumed he had his own reasons. You knew him and Jean had bad blood.

“Next person, Reiner it’s your turn.” Armin pointed at his blonde counterpart with hopes of changing the subject, he didn’t want to hear any more bickering between the two boys, especially not over you, not when he had his own feelings that you would never acknowledge.

You watched intently as the bottle spun, it landed on Historia and the entire group grimaced, I mean how couldn’t you? Not only was she a lesbian, but she had a girlfriend, the two of them had made a collective decision to play but still your reaction stood.

“Does your mom know you’re here?” Eren pulled you out of your thoughts, leaning in your direction and whispering in your ear. You could feel his bottle pushed up against your breast, but ignored the sensation, turning to face him instead. “What do you think?” You asked, knowing that he knew better than that.

He chuckled in your ear, “Nothings changed huh?” A smile broke out on his face, it was different from the ones you’d seen the past few months. You’d only seen him briefly at group gatherings but he wasn’t as vibrant as before.

“You’re acting like it’s been years.” You scoffed playfully, taking the bottle out of his hand to have your own sip. He didn’t react, he was half expecting it when he pushed it up against you if he was being completely honest.

“Feels like it.”

You furrowed your eyebrows at him and the dismay in his voice, “Don’t do that Eren.” You sighed, turning away, not before taking a larger swig of the beer first.

“Do what?”

“Act like we’ve stopped being friends.”

He moved to push some hair out of your face but you caught his hand before he could, “See that? We have stopped being friends.” You did exactly what he expected you to, he just wanted to prove his point. “This isn’t what friends do.”

“Isn’t it? We used to do stuff like this all the time.” His eyes flickered down at your cleavage then back at your lips before finally coming back to your eyes. Despite what you said he could see straight through you, he just knew you that well.

“We never did anything inappropriate.” You challenged, and it was true. You’d never slept together, never kissed apart from once as a dare but it was never real, sure there had been lingering touches here and there but he had never truly touched you in that way.

“Maybe not, but you would never stop me from doing this before.” He subtly placed his hand on your thighs, your eyes flickered over to the group, glad to see they were all too preoccupied to see what was happening between the two of you. Your mind was currently battling between proving him wrong by letting his hand linger and pushing him off to respect his relationship but it had led to hesitation which meant he had already won. Besides, why were you putting more effort into his relationship than he was?

He chuckled at you and the conflicted expression on your face, now what to do with you he wondered, there’s always been so many things he would do to you if he had the chance. Since the two of you were young he had a crush on you, but of course the older the two of you got it developed into more, and then there was a point where you couldn’t even touch him without him getting rock hard. Much like now where he could feel his pants getting tighter, just by looking at your face alone, fuck you were so beautiful to him.

“But you have a—“

“—Girlfriend? Are you going to keep saying that?”

You rolled your eyes at him, not willing to entertain this conversation right now as you brushed his hand off. Instead you stood up, excusing yourself to the kitchen to get a drink, anything to escape the charm of Eren Jaeger because you would struggle to control yourself and you knew that.

What you didn’t expect though was for him to hand his drink to Armin, telling him to look after it while he followed you in. He wanted to have this conversation here and now before you decided to duck him for another few months, he wanted things to go back to the way they were between the two of you, more than anything.

The kitchen was empty, you were relived that everyone else was out at the pool or in the living-room. One thing you loved about this frat was how well you knew your way around, well when you’d be around for Eren all the time at-least. You grabbed a bottle of water, opting to sober up a little considering you were sure things would wrap up soon and you didn’t want to be stumbling home.

When you closed the door of the refrigerator you were met with Eren on the other side, eyebrow raised like he was interested in what you were doing. “What do you want Eren?” You sighed sounded exasperated, you had nothing more to say to him. Nothing more that he would want to hear atleast.

“Eren? What happened to ‘Ren?” He asked, grabbing your chin lightly to survey your face. You’d tried a new lip colour, he liked it, he liked everything on you.

“Stop.” You pushed him lightly, walking past to the side of the marble kitchen island, leaning against it as you opened the cap. He felt like you were torturing him here. You were the prettiest girl in the world, that was for sure. And right now your tits were pressed up against a cold counter, he could practically visualise your nipples hardening while your ass waved around.

He sighed loud enough to catch your attention, watching intently as you drank, “What’s your problem?” He asked, “I’m just trying to communicate with you.”

“Like this? Get fucking real Eren, things aren’t going to go back to how they were.” You gave him a hard reality check, one that he hated, it made his throat feel tight and it wasn’t something that he was willing to accept.

“Stop calling me that.” He inched closer to you, this time you didn’t back off or try to scramble away. He could feel it now, if he pushed your buttons hard enough you would have an outburst, then he could know how you were really feeling.

“What the fuck do you want from me?”

“I want you to stop acting so distant.” He clicked his tongue like it was obvious. Why were you asking such silly questions? Why fucking else would he be running around in circles trying to catch your attention all the time.

“I’m not being distant.” You lied plainly, you didn’t believe it, he didn’t either. You hadn’t texted him in months, you made consistent excuses for why you couldn’t see him even though you easily showed up to every group activity, you didn’t come over to his house anymore. You still spoke to his mother but not him, he just couldn’t fathom what was going through your head.

“You’re lying to me y/n, you should know better.”

“Well you should know better than to get a fucking girlfriend.” There it was, that’s what he was looking for. So that was your problem, he couldn’t help the way he raised his eyebrow. Instinctively he reached out for you, in return you attempted to slap him this time but he caught your hand before you could, he was way too fast for you.

“Is that what it is?” His grip on your wrist tightened as he pulled you forward, practically flush into his chest so he could cage you against the counter. Now you couldn’t help but look up into his emerald eyes, you couldn’t even crawl out if you wanted to, his body was so close pressed up against yours that it was ridiculous.

“What do you think?” You turned your head to the side, wanting to ignore his intimidating glare. His eyes were sending you that a look that really questioned if the reason you had put him through all of this was over a fucking girlfriend. “Are you serious?” He laughed to himself, “I didn’t know you could be so childish.”

“Childish—? I look out for your relationship more than you do, you’re the childish one.” You wanted to push him, you really did, but you knew he wouldn’t budge an inch and that it would just provoke him more.

“I never asked you to do that.”

“Well I sure hope not considering you should be doing it your fucking self.” He grabbed your jaw at that, he wouldn’t let you speak to him in that manner, you knew that well. He had never hurt you before, and he never would but he’s always dominated the friendship. Usually he let you have things your way, but when he wanted something, he would get it.

“You wanna give me a speech about my girlfriend? Hm? You wanna talk about respect?” He flipped you over, pushing you up against the counter as his hands slowly trailed up against your legs. You couldn’t help the excitement that ran through your blood. “Why’d you come dressed like this then? Fucking short ass skirt.” He was holding himself back right now, the things he could do to you, the things he would do.

“Eren—“

“I told you not to call me that.” He pushed you harder, “Try again.”

“Ren.”

“Good, now what should I do with you? Tell me what will make you feel better, tell me what to do so you’ll forgive me.” He whispered into your ear, moving his hands to your lower back instead, loosening his grip.

“Apologise to me.”

He laughed at that, “Apologise for getting a girlfriend?” You could feel his low reverb vibrating throughout your body, “You’re fucking spoiled you know that?”

“I want what I want, apologise.”

“Fine, sorry princess.” He grabbed your neck, tilting your head upwards so that his eyes could meet yours while he apologised. “Feel better?”

“No.” You scoffed of course you didn’t feel fucking better, he left you all high and dry for a girl he met a couple of weeks before and he wants you to accept his apology that easily.

He sighed again before pushing you back up against the counter, firmly this time, the sudden force was enough so that you’d have to hold back a moan. “Do you know what I’m gonna to you if you don’t start behaving y/n?”

“No.”

“Want me to show you?”

“Maybe.”

He chuckled, “Is this what you wanted?” He asked moving his hands along your body. God he wanted this for years, as much as his voice reeked of dominance you could still hear the sound of his own excitement behind it all. You were the girl he wanted, the one he always wanted.

“Wait.” You reached back and grabbed his hand, reality hitting you like a brick. “You have a girlfriend.”

He leaned forward against your body, placing soft kisses on your neck before whispering, “You’re gonna be my girl tonight.” You shouldn’t be doing this, you know you shouldn’t, but man is he fucking irresistible. “You’ve always been my girl, you know that right?” He spun you around before crashing his lips on yours. This felt like nothing like what the two of you had done in truth or dare a couple of years ago. This one was genuine if you could even call it that, there was more than lust between the two of you. Years of pining, years of touches, years of love, all conveyed in one single kiss.

You reached up, dragging the hairtie out of his hair, he let it happen considering he knew how much you loved it when his hair was down. You always believed Eren was handsome but something about him like this, looking so fucked out before the two of you had even started was perfect, he was perfect.

“Fuck baby, you don’t know how long I’ve wanted this.” He watched as you moved to unbutton your shirt, how were you this fucking gorgeous? His eyes flicker down as your cleavage spills out, a dark red bra keeping it all together. He literally moaned at the sight, he was harder now than he had ever been in his entire life, you were the girl of his dreams.

“Tell me, tell me how bad you want me and I might let you touch them.”

He groaned feeling pre-cum coming out of his tip already, you had more effect on him than he had felt in his entire life combined. “When I fuck my hand I think of your face, I think of having you like this, wrapped around me. I pretend she’s you when I fuck her too, I can’t help it, I don’t care if it’s perverted.”

“You’re fucked up.” You tease with a laugh, dragging down your bra a little to tell him that you like what you’re hearing. “Shit y/n, let me? Please?”

“Ask again.”

“Please baby.”

“Hmm.” You pretended to think it over for a second before pulling the entire thing down. He had to stop himself from cumming right there and then, the perfect tits he’d envisioned in all of his fantasies looked even better than he could imagine, how?

Instantly he moved towards them, his mouth on one nipple while his fingers massaged the other. You swore he wouldn’t even have to touch you anywhere else to push you over the edge at this rate. You began moaning lightly and it sounded like heaven to him. He didn’t care if he was cheating, he hardly thought he was cheating. You were his girl like he said, you’d been there first and the only reason he had started dating Amelia was to get you off his mind, it was never anything serious, not to him at-least.

He pulls away to lift you onto the counter to your surprise. Lifting your skirt swiftly to see that you weren’t wearing any panties, his knees went weak at the sight, he almost collapsed. “Fuck, the things I’m gonna do to you.”

“Show me.”

He grinned at that before putting his head in between your thighs, it didn’t take long for him to find your clit and make quick work on it with his tongue. You couldn’t help you moaned and shut your thighs around his head in instinct, but for some reason there wasn’t a feeling in the world that he adored more. He could die right here and be the happiest man on earth.

Ah yes, Eren Jaeger, death by pussy, it sounded ideal to him.

You raked your hands through his hair, tugging at it lightly to get him to moan inside you. This was your favourite feeling ever, you could go your entire life like this, you wished you fucking could.

“Ren, I’m gonna—“

“Do it.” He cut you off, going harder than he was before, eliciting those beautiful sounds out of you. He was fucking obsessed with you, he always had been but now there was no way he was letting you go anywhere.

You cummed in his mouth but still he didn’t stop then, you had to cover your noises with your own hand. You were just glad that the music was loud enough that no one could hear you from in here but fuck was this the hottest thing you’d ever been through. It didn’t take long for him to rip another orgasm out of you from overstimulation, at that point you couldn’t even cover it up, the way your body began shaking and your head tilted back was making you feel things you had never felt before in your life.

You could barely register the feeling of Eren bringing you off the counter just to push you back up against it again, this time your bare nipples on the marble. “Be good for me y/n, we’re just getting started.”

He began sucking on your neck again, you felt so overwhelmed right now but in a good way, you wish you could feel it forever. He flipped your skirt up again, grabbing your bare ass in his hands, it was a perfect fit.

His hands darted to his pocket when he realised that he didn’t have a condom. He was going to end his life right here. Today of all days he decided to slip up. “Shit, I don’t have protection.”

“Grind against me, wanna feel you.” You barely managed out in your fucked out state. Of course he would oblige, pulling down his pants and underwear with no hassle. Suddenly the thought that anyone could burst through that door had occurred to you. “What if we get caught?”

“I don’t care, I want people to watch, I want them to see that you’re mine.” Especially Jean, he wished that Jean could watch the two of you right now, it would break his heart and that’s exactly what Eren wanted. The thought sent shivers down your spine, of both excitement and nerves, it just made you wetter and you could feel the way Eren was dragging his fingers along your slick.

“Fuck you’re so hot.” He puts them in his mouth, licking it off before bringing his attention back to you. He gives you some friction by grinding up against you, you were practically lubing his dick right now as he dragged it through your slit, but didn’t dear pushing it in. He was unintentionally teasing you, dragging it over your clit slowly which made your body shiver.

“The tip baby, let me put in the tip.”

“Just the tip?” You asked for confirmation, you shouldn’t, you know you shouldn’t, unprotected sex was dangerous and the last thing you wanted was to be pregnant but you couldn’t help yourself right now, you wanted him so bad.

“Just the tip.” He reassured.

You nodded slowly feeling his thick head push through leading to a moan, louder than the ones before, fuck he wished he could hear it more. He wanted you to feel his balls slapping against your ass, to take his entire length, he wanted to see if it would fit.

He pulled out slowly before pushing it back in, his own moans were load. You would have never expected Eren to be vocal but then again, you would never have expected to be pushed up against a counter like a slut either by your best-friend.

“I need more, I need you, just a little more.” He asked for permission which you granted by throwing it back on him. Shit he almost cummed right there, “You’re so tight fuck, how are you so tight?” He pushed his length further in, “You’re just too big.” You said between moans, you’d never felt anything like this but you hoped it wasn’t the last time.

At one point he just bottomed out he couldn’t help it and you weren’t complaining considering how much you loved the stretch, he made you feel so full. “You were made for me you know that? This was made for me.” He slaps your ass, you moaned in response leading to him doing it again before he begins a steady pace. You were practically leaking already, he wanted nothing badly than to watch you cream all over his cock.

“I’ll pull out.” He half-whispered to himself, he’ll pull out, he has to. Eventually he picked up the pace to the point where it was brutal, he’d stuffed his fingers in your mouth to quiet you down, he’d love to hear you, he would, but he also loved watching you suck his fingers while taking his cock at the same time like a fucking slut. He fucking loved you.

Suddenly his pocket began vibrating, he knew it was his phone and reached to turn it off but then saw it was his girlfriend calling. He glanced between you and the phone in his hands, he didn’t feel an ounce of guilt. In fact, he felt comfortable enough answering even though his cock was jack hammering you on the kitchen island of his frat.

“Hello?” He says, you were barely paying attention considering the feeling of being stuffed in the mouth and pussy with his heavy balls hitting your ass, you didn’t care who he was speaking to, you half knew it was her.

“Eren are you okay, how’s the party?”

“Fuck—“ You squeezed around him tightly, he didn’t know you’d enjoy this, him fucking you while his girlfriend was blissfully unaware. “Is everything okay?” She asked, confused by his heavy breathing and pants, are those moans?

“Yeah shit— we’re just messing around, me and the guys you know.” He was getting close and so were you, he could feel it, the way you were squeezing around him was diabolical but he was hitting you in all the right spots you couldn’t help it. It’s like he knew exactly what to do to make you feel good even though the two of you had never done anything like this before.

“Oh that’s good I’m glad your having fun, are you gonna come and see me today?”

“Not today — ah, I’m a little busy.”

He could practically hear her pouting on the phone but didn’t care, “Tomorrow then?” She asked. But he didn’t wanna see her tomorrow, he didn’t wanna see her ever when he had the girl he loved bent over a counter giving him the pussy of his dreams.

“Maybe.” He lied, watching you intently, not wanting to miss your face when you came on his cock, he needed to see it and etch the memory into his mind, future jerking off material for life. “Look I’ll call you later yeah? I’m a little occupied.” Yeah he was definitely occupied.

“Okay, lat—“ He cut the phone before she could even finish, tossing it to the other end of the counter so he could grab your waist with both hands. “Ren — I’m gonna—“

“I know baby do it.” You squeezed against him and he thought he was in heaven, even after he’d pounded into you with zero mercy you were still so tight, you were his soulmate.

He kept going, his pace not even faltering, looking to send you towards your fourth orgasm of the night. “I’m gonna fucking breed you y/n, I need to come inside and you’re gonna take it yeah? Are you gonna take it?” He couldn’t bring himself to pull out, and he knows he shouldn’t, and you know you shouldn’t but yet—

You nodded, barely being able to register what he was saying. “Good girl, you’re gonna have my kids, wanna have my kids?”

“Yes daddy.”

“Fuck.” He slapped your ass again, that was the hottest thing he had ever heard in his entire life, he was already thinking about how he was gonna get you to say it on camera so he could listen to it on loop.

He came so hard, harder than he ever had before in his life, he filled you up so fast that it was leaking out of your pussy and he could feel it in your stomach. He didn’t wanna stop, he rode out his orgasm inside you, fucking it back in. He wanted you to get pregnant, he wanted everyone to know you were his.

He forced himself into overstimulation and he didn’t have any problems with doing it, he needed to come inside you again, to mark you again, he didn’t want this to end, he needed to be inside for longer, even if it was just a few seconds. You on the other hand couldnt even formulate sentences, not sure how he was shooting ropes of cum inside you still. And you were in big trouble, the both of you knew it but that was a problem for later, right now you wanted him inside you too.

“Fuccckk.” He grabbed one of your tits, squeezing on it as his second orgasm washed out over him and into you. It was a fucking mess now, cum was threatening to spill out of you and there was nothing he could do. He wasn’t going to clean you up, he refused, he was too obsessed with the sight of it inside. Once he had finished he didn’t want to move, he stayed inside for a couple more seconds before an idea flashed into his mind.

“Baby, pose for me okay?” He pulled out, pulling up his pants and underwear while grabbing his phone from the counter, “I’m gonna make an entire folder of you like this, I’m gonna look at it every night do you hear me? Every fucking night.” He got all the angels he could and a particularly nice shot of all of his cum up your pussy, it was enough to make him hard again.

Once he’d gotten all the material he needed he lifted you up bridal style, on the bright side his room was just upstairs, on the flip side he would fuck you again in there, he already decided. He was gonna fuck you until he was shooting blanks, and then maybe fuck you some more. He was quite literally drunk on you and for his girlfriend? Well, he didn’t think she’d be sticking around for too long anyway.

a/n: thanks for reaching until the end, if you follow me you’ll know i haven’t made any content in like a year and this was super spur of the moment. so i’m sorry if my writing is a little rusty.

i’m thinking of reopening my taglist and maybe adding this to my masterlist if anyone likes it. just a reminder that requests are open for eren jaeger considering i’m currently undergoing brainrot LMAO. thanks again, bye.

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—can’t compete with mine

pairing: eren yeager x fem!reader

warnings: heavy smut (it’s mostly smut >.<), cunnilingus, slight dubcon (reader is intoxicated), handjob, drinking, mentions of smoking, lowkey manipulation, choking, daddy!kink, corruption!kink, dacryphilia, dumbification, size kink, creampie, unsafe sex, scumbag!eren, dom!eren, college!au

a/n: the devil is a lie, them other girls…

“So, who do you know here?”

“Um, Eren. Eren Yeager?” You have to yell over the music— you aren’t even inside yet but the porch vibrates from the bass of the speakers.

The red-haired boy scoffs, nearly choking on his drink. “You know Eren?” He does a quick once-over, eyes scanning your body, cheap dress and all. “Sure about that?”

Your fingers clench into fists, but you force yourself to take a deep breath, not wanting to ruin your chances of getting into the party by telling this prick to fuck off. “Yeah.” It comes out as a hiss. “He was in my chem class.”

Another incredulous look is tossed your way. “You want me to ask him? Right now? See what he says?”

“Y’know what— whatever.”

You turn on your heels, ignoring the blooming heat on your cheeks as you hear the man snicker behind you. Gah. You aren’t even sure why you came— Eren’s a bit… annoying, in the way most guys are, but he’s been begging you to come by to one of his frat party for weeks now.

C’mon, it’ll be fun. Just come by for one drink, that’s it, for all your troubles of tutoring me.

You swear there’s a hidden tone behind his words, something mischievous, even sinister, which is why you have never gone until today: no classes, no plans. He’ll finally get off your back if you stopped by. Might as well try.

So now, whatever, you tried. He can appreciate the effort when you tell him later—

“Hey! Teach! Where are you going?”

Your heels dig into the ground on their own, forcing your body to stop at the sound of the familiar nickname— something stupid he came up with after you had to tutor him through the whole semester. You wince, wishing your legs could move, but Eren’s voice just has a certain spell on you, the convincing lift in his tone that makes you want to do whatever he wants. It’s dangerous, he’s dangerous, and all you want to do is leave.

“Oh, hey.” You turn towards him, tossing up a hand to give him a small wave. “I’m just—“

“Don’t tell me you’re leaving.” Eren bounds down the porch, a red solo cup in his hand, how clichéd. He looks like he belongs here, fitted with a blue unbuttoned shirt that gives you a front-view of his abs and khaki shorts that are a bit too tight. You try not to look so hard at the bulge.

“Y’know her, Yeager?” The dunce at the door speaks up, eyebrow furrowing as he watches the two of you talk.

“She’s my lab partner. Helped me pass chem last semester.” Eren frowns. “Don’t tell me you sent her out, Flotch. Might have to put you on clean-up duty now.”

Flotch’s face pales, making Eren turn to wink at you. “C’mon, now.” He places a hand on your lower back, giving you no room to argue as he gently pushes you back up the steps and into the house.

You try not to look so smug as you pass Flotch on your way in.

The place is absolutely packed, fraternity and sorority members and just randoms from campus sprawled out in the house. You can spot a pong game in the kitchen, there’s a group smoking from a bong on the couch, and a guy and a girl— wait, is that Connie and Sasha from psych?— dirty dancing on top of a table.

“Cool party.” You comment as you watch a couple by the stairs fully make-out, tongues wrapping around like fevered snakes. Gross.

“Thanks. Would you like a drink?”

“Yes, actually.”

Swiftly, he drags you to the kitchen with his fingers wrapped around your wrist. As he takes you through the house, your attention catches onto the coolness of his rings and the roughness of his palm instead of the wild party happening around you.

He presents you with a red solo cup. When you sniff at the red liquid suspiciously, he smirks. “It’s punch, sweetheart. Not iodide.”

Your lip twitches. “You mean cyanide, genius. But this does smell like poison.”

“It actually might be. Connie made it, so…”

“Ah.” You take a sip, managing to keep in your wince so you don’t look like an idiot in front of him. “Tastes like candy.”

He laughs, a breathless chuckle that makes your heart pound. “Alright.”

You expected him to go away by now, but he’s still here, leaning against the kitchen counter as you try your hardest to finish this drink. Even as a group of girls walk past, giggling “hey, Yeager!” in his direction, he simply lifts a hand in acknowledgment but doesn’t even leave your side to talk to them. Huh.

“Y’know, you don’t have to babysit me.”

“Ha?” Eren raises a brow, sipping on his own drink now. “What do you mean?”

“Like…” His eyes are so wide, so green, that you have to look away, lowering your gaze to your cup as you circle the rim of it with your index finger. “You can go hang out with Armin or Mikasa, your friend group or whatever. I can manage here.”

He cocks his head to the side, confused. “Do you not want me here?”

“No, no!” You jerk your head back up. “No, I just—“

Eren hides a grins as you fumble with your words, making you even more flustered. “I just… don’t want to be a burden. You don’t have to be here if you don’t want to.”

He leans in, crowding you against the counter. “I want to be here.”

“Ah—” You try for a smart retort but you can’t— it’s as if the scent of his sharp cologne is making your senses go foggy. Eren isn’t helping either, the tip of his tongue peeking out to wet his lips as he glances down your dress, checking you out in a way that felt completely different from the way Flotch was doing earlier.

“Nice dress. A step up from your groutfits.”

“Hey.” You bring your hand up to shove at his chest. “My groutfits are cool. Besides, you’re the one who wears fucking khakis to class.”

He smirks. “You pay attention to what I wear?”

Your eyes widen at his lowered tone, at the gravely sound of his laughter that follows the comment. It slowly creeps in how vulnerable you are in this position— Eren’s hands are pressed up against the cupboard above you, caving you in as his face tips over yours. Your palm is still pressed up against his chest, his tan skin warm and alive under your fingers.

“Well?” He whispers, and you can feel his breath pan against your lips, so soft and cajoling— it just makes you want to lift up on the tips of your toes to close the distance between you two.

“Only because you’d spill something all over them every single lab.” You pull him in by his collar, moving your lips to his ear. “You’re a bit of a klutz, Yeager.”

“Woah!” Jean comes stumbling through, clearly wasted, clasping an arm around Eren and effectively pushing him off of you. “Yo, Eren! Where’s the beer, bro?”

The drink in Eren’s hand sloshes all over from the movement, bright red punch making a splash right on your dress.

Eren’s eyes widen. “Oh shit, fuck, I’m sorry—“

You dab away at the fabric— the stain was going away just fine. “I’m good. Not your fault.” Your eyes flicker to Jean accusingly, who’s too busy smiling at Eren.

“Damnnnn, sorry about that. Y’know, Eren, I think there are extra t-shirts in our room, right?” He squeezes his shoulder, very obviously winking at him. “Maybe you can take your girl up there, huh?”

Eren’s eye twitches in annoyance. “Tone it down a little, yeah?”

“Yeah?” Jean wiggles his brows, teeth sparkling with his smile.

“Shut the fuck up.”

“Uh, actually—“ You interrupt, glancing between the two boys as they exchange some weird secret. “I think I’ll, ah, go dry off in the bathroom. Where is it?”

“Nah, I’ll take you up to my room.” Eren quickly ushers you away from Jean, notably glaring in his direction. “There’s a bathroom in there anyway.” As you walk away from the kitchen, you could have sworn that Jean was giving Eren two thumbs-up.

Huh.

“So what was that all about?” You gently bounce onto Eren’s bed— of course, he would have a waterbed— as he digs through his closet to find a t-shirt for you to wear. His room is surprisingly clean, a few posters of indie bands up on the walls, random sports equipment neatly tucked in a corner.

“What are you talking about?” Eren pops his head out of his closet to toss you a shirt. It’s big— bigger than your dress— and smells like Eren— a mix of pine and sandalwood. He’s enough of a gentleman to turn around as you peel your dress off, but you turn your back to him as well.

“Y’know, with Jean.” You stumble as the dress pools around your waist. The jungle juice was probably as strong as it tasted. “Are you going to kill me up here or something?”

When he doesn’t respond, silence filling the room, you twist around to face him. “Um, Er—”

The world sweeps from beneath you, legs buckling as your dress catches at your ankle. Before you can even yelp, Eren has a steady hold on your waist— bare waist, mind you— with his face just inches from yours.

“Well, who’s the klutz now?”

You narrow your eyes. “Fuck off, Yeager.”

He glances down. “Didn’t take you as a pink girl, either.”

You blink, slowly but surely realizing that you’re in your underwear in front of him— in front of Eren Yeager. Fit with a frilly hot pink bra and underwear set that is an absolute monstrosity, but, to be fair, you didn’t think you’d end up in a situation like this. What the fuck were you thinking, coming to a frat party?

“Shut up.” You try to pull away from him but he’s eager, keeping you as close to him as possible.

“Why? You’re cute when you’re embarrassed.”

“Stop saying things like that!”

“Or what?”

“Or—”

Your voice hitches as Eren brushes your hair away from your face. With a smile still tracing his lips, Eren runs his hand through your hair, effectively tilting your head up and slotting his mouth perfectly against yours.

Finally.

It’s like all the tension dissipated for a single moment, each of you relaxing in the embrace of the other as his tongue coaxes your mouth open— but it builds back up quickly with how eager the two of you are. While you’re busy moaning into his mouth, Eren simultaneously swallows them down and strips himself of his shirt.

“So— fucking— hot.” He gasps between breaths, palms moving down to grope your ass before lifting you up, legs wrapping around his torso. The alcohol you drank is giving you the power to lean down and bite the salty skin by his neck, sucking pretty bruises onto his skin.

Eren groans as he guides you to the bed, tossing you down and watching your tits bounce at the impact. “Wanted to do this for so long.” He licks his lips like a predator looking at its prey, a cat that’s got the cream. “Don’t know how much I’ve thought of this.”

You shiver from his words, from his stare, as he nudges your shoulder to lay back. He looms over your clothed cunt, gaze narrowing in at the wet spot that has formed. His thumb brushes at it lewdly.

“All this for me?” He hooks his fingers around the waistband, tugging your thong down your legs. He whistles, low and deep. “Prettiest fucking pussy, I swear.”

“Eren!” You whine. Your eyebrows pinch as your eyes close, knees clacking against each other as you shut the space between your legs. “‘S embarrassing.”

Eren rolls his eyes and pries open your legs with ease, his biceps tightening and rippling and making your pussy drip even more. “It’s true.” He dips down, tongue dragging up your folds and making you yelp in surprise. “Prettiest pussy.”

You open your mouth to complain but all that comes out is a squeal. “E-Eren!”

He’s a fucking menace, sucking and slurping and eating you out like you’re his last meal, his teeth occasionally coming out to nip at your inner thigh. When you gasp at the sensation of him gently biting your clit, nerve endings that you didn’t even know existed crackling to life, he chuckes, laughing at you as he rolls it on his tongue and against his perfect pearly rows.

“Ah, fu-shit!” Your teeth sink into your bottom lip, palm slapping over your mouth as you hold back a moan, not wanting to be loud and under Eren’s scrutiny.

“What? Cat got your tongue, teach?” He snickers to himself, slapping the side of your thigh. He digs himself a little deeper between your legs, his nose nudging right at your clit. “Guess I’m not trying hard enough.”

If you thought the last five minutes were bad, this is… this is… you can’t even describe it. Eren’s fingers spread your lips as wide as they’ll go, tongue prodding deep inside you. You must be soaked, drenched from yourself and slick with his spit, completely debauched. Eren is crazed— you can’t tell if he’s focusing on your pleasure or his own as he hums and moans against you, his hips digging into the bed to ease the tension between his legs.

He’s right— he wasn’t trying hard enough before. You don’t even bother to cut off your screams when he latches onto your clit, your mouth spilling “ah, Eren!”’s and “oh, fuck!”s, and the “ohmygodImcumming!”

You flood his mouth, gushing and overstimulated as he laps up everything you’ve offered. When the haziness clears up, vision slowly returning after being completely blinded from the orgasm, his face hovers above you. Green eyes glow like the moon hitting the ocean just at the right angle, slickness drenching his lips and chin, his canines glinting as he grins.

“Fucking hell, teach.” He sounds amused. “Didn’t know you could squirt.”

Weakly, you push his head away from you. “Didn’t know I could, either.”

He raises a brow. “Never did that before?”

“Don’t let it get to your ego, Yeager.”

“Me? Never.”

He grabs you by the ankles, pulling you to the edge of the bed. As he stands, the bulge becomes a lot more noticeable, a lot more intimidating. Your own hands begin to move on their own, fingers digging into his waistband and tugging down desperately.

“Like what you see?”

Your eyes flicker up. “Thought I told you not to get cocky.”

His eyes sparkle with humor. “So now you want to talk about my cock—”

“I swear to God, Yeager.”

Your cheeks flare and he laughs, giving you a break by pulling down his pants and boxers in one go, his length bouncing up and just barely missing your face.

Knowing Eren, you should have known that he’s cocky for a reason. He’s long and thick, thicker than anyone else you’ve been with. A prominent vein runs up along the bottom of him, leading right up to the pearl that drips from his tip. Your thumb catches the drop, spreading it down and gently squeezing, watching as Eren’s eyes roll back. Thrill runs through your veins— a god is at your mercy.

“F— fuck!” He jerks his hips into your hand, head tossing back. “Keep doing that, baby. Fuuuuck.”

It’s quite a sight, seeing Eren gasp and groan and grit his teeth while you control him with your soft hand, pumping him up and down at a steady pace. Drops of sweat perspire on his temples, down his chest and on his pelvis— you find your throat getting dry as you wish to lick him up, cheeks flushing at the audacity of your own thoughts.

Fuck this. From the strength of your power high— and whatever was in that jungle juice— you kneel up, tongue darting out to lick up his abs, his chest, his neck, hand still pleasing his cock.

“Sh— shit. What are you—”

“Want you inside me.” You whisper in his ear, him hissing at the desperation in your tone. “Please, ‘ren, need you so bad.”

‘Need you’ nearly sends him over the edge, his pupils widening into saucers. Eren manhandles you— “Ah! Eren!”— pushing your head into the sheets with your ass raised high.

“Gonna feed this pretty pussy.” He groans, jerking his hips so that his cock grinds right up against you, the tip just barely catching your entrance and making you gasp. “Make it mine.”

He’s right there, slowly pushing in and letting you adjust. It’s too fast— you feel tears welling your eyes from the burst of pleasure.

“‘Ren, too much, too big, I can’t—”

Your hand moves behind you, trying to push back against his front. He easily swats it away.

“C’mon, teach. You can take it f’me, can’t you?” He coos as he pushes in deeper, reveling in your gasps. “You’re doing so good, atta girl.”

You feel woozy, lightheaded when his balls settle right against your ass, his entire length lodged inside you. It’s unfair, really, how he’s got you shivering and clenching around him while he’s still standing upright, hand coming down to slap your ass.

“So fucking tight, baby. Need ya to loosen up, can my good girl do that?”

He’s fucking babying you, of course he is. It’s payback for all the times you’ve rolled your eyes at him— you’re not exactly secretive— for not knowing the difference between ionic and covalent bonds. Now he’s the one who gets to dumb this all down for you, dumb you all down for him.

So as you numbly moan, his hand having to guide yours towards your clit, Eren feels his pride grow exponentially, his gaze narrowing in on the movements of your fingers circling it around. He feels you slowly loosen up, and hell, if it doesn’t feel like heaven itself is stuck right between your legs.

“So good for me.”

With that, he’s pulling out and thrusting back in, hypnotized by the way his cock is covered in gossamer strands each time he does so. The little “‘rens!” that are muffled by the pillow under your face spurs him on even more, balls slapping loudly against you as he digs his heels into the carpet and completely wrecks you.

“Gonna c-cum! Eren, please… wanna cum!”

Eren thinks he’s going to die— his heart flutters at the same pace as your cunt, thumping and racing and— fuck, fucking hell, you’re practically choking his cock with how your clamping down on it. He’s dizzy, overwhelmingly drunk on the taste and feel of you. This is better than any high he’s ever had, even better than the wins of football games or a kill streak on Call of Duty— which is saying something, seriously. He thinks, knows, he can die here peacefully, balls deep inside you, with a smile on his face as he goes. Eren reminds himself to thank Jean after this.

“Cum then.” Eren manages to break from his thoughts to answer you. “What are ya waiting for?”

“Can’t!” You’re hiccuping into the sheets, fingers pinching uselessly at your clit. Your dignity is long gone, you don’t even care, too busy chasing the feeling that you can’t grab: “Need you to h-help me, please ‘ren, I-“

“Shhh, alright, okay, Daddy’s got you.”

And you groan, cringing from the term and trying to move away from him but not being able to with his fingers digging into your love handles. Eren keeps you snug against him, idea blooming in his brain, lightbulb floating over his head.

“I’ll give you want you want, teach. Only if you call me Daddy.”

“Mmph, no, ah!” You try to push against him, rolling your hips but not getting the satisfaction of him thrusting into you. “F-fuck you. You’re such a p-perv.”

“Hmm, maybe I am.” He leans down, wrapping a hand around your throat to lift you up against him, your back to his front. “But you are too, aren’t ya?”

There’s so much pressure, the weight of him against you, the feeling of him hot and heavy inside of you— and nothing is alleviating it. A pathetic mewl leaves your lips, fuck him, fuck this. “D-daddy, please, fuck me.”

“See? Was that so hard, teach?”

Yes, you want to scream, but you’re afraid of biting your own tongue off as Eren drags you back and forth on his cock again, his fingers dipping down to tease your throbbing clit. “Cum f’me, sweetheart, you can do it now, ha? Got Daddy helping you, c’mon teach, just let go.”

The authority in his voice is enough— a wail of “‘ren!” and you’re toppling over, limply in Eren’s grasp as he jerks into you rapidly, desperate for his own high. He doesn’t have to go far to chase it— you’re clenching him so hard he can’t even think, cumming quickly and seeing white before collapsing, laying right on top of you as he softens inside you.

“How was that, teach?” Eren mumbles in your ear, teeth grazing the shell of it. “Worth an A plus?”

“G’off me.” You squirm under him.

“Let me take you out.”

“W-what?”

“Like a date.”

“With me?”

Eren bites down on your lobe, making you squeak. “Fuck teach, I thought you were smart.”

“I am! I just… fine. Only if you let me breathe.”

He rolls off of you, still keeping you tight against him as he kisses your pink-tinged cheek. You smile, matching his grin. “You’re an idio—”

There’s a knock at the door. “Yo, Eren. You fuck her yet?”

You stiffen against him, Eren stilling his movements too before barking out: “Fuck off, Kirstein.”

“You planned this?”

“Uh.” Eren runs a hand through his hair sheepishly. “Maybe?”

“You are an idiot. Actually.”

“Hey, you liked it!”

“You ruined my dress!”

“Oh, whatever.” He pins you under him with ease, canines peeking through his smirk. “Daddy’ll just buy you a new one.”

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do you think you could write something with the idea that jean and eren both like you and fight over you? 🤨😏

i’m going along with my high school au... @bakubae

quarterback!eren x female cheer captain!reader (ur dad is also football coach >.<)

warnings: fingering, cheating, name-calling

“Cool party, Kirstein.” You grin when he walks over to you, pecking a soft kiss on your forehead.

“Having fun?”

“Not until now.”

There’s a cup of jungle juice in your hand, music loud enough to vibrate your bones. Jean’s hand stays secure on your waist, fingers just barely brushing the curve of your ass as the two of you wander around the house.

“Dance with me?” You look up at him, batting your lashes with your bottom lip jutted out in a pout. Jean can’t resist, dragging you to the living room where he puts his hands on your waist and moves to the beat— both of you swaying in the other’s presence, laughing when realizing that both of you are awful dancers.

It’s not like anyone is watching you two anyway.

Or so you thought.

Eren stands reclined against the wall, molars grinding down into dust as he watches you, the coach’s daughter, laugh into Jean’s neck, your full lips pressing into his skin. Eren can’t help but wonder how those lips would look with his thumb parting them, how they would feel and taste against his lips, or how they would wrap around the swollen tip of his heavy cock—

“Eren, are you even listening to me?” Historia is pouting next to him, tugging at his sleeve an annoying younger sister. “I have to pee.”

“Go then.” Eren shrugs her off with a roll of his eyes. Historia huffs in frustration before wandering off.

At least you would challenge him, Eren thinks. You’re the only one who does, the only one in the school who doesn’t worship him and fall at his feet, instead calling him a dickwad and an asshole. He hates how obsessed he is with you— it’s not fair. He can have anyone he wants, he has Historia for Christ’s sake, but dammit, he wants you.

And Eren is known to get what he wants.

When Jean pulls you in for a kiss, your eyes flickering to Eren before they flutter shut, Eren knows that he needs you now.

“Hey.”

There’s a sharp tug from the back of your shirt, a choked gurgle escaping your lips when the neckline jerks into your throat. Your eyes widen as you see the star quarterback punching your boyfriend straight in the jaw.

A collective gasp echos in the room.

“Yeager, what the fuck!?” Jean groans as he stumbles back, the crowd parting for him. “What’s your problem?”

“My problem?” Eren sneers. “You’re the one fucking my girl.”

Your head snaps to Jean, mouth hanging open. “What’s he talking about?”

Jean looks as confused as you do. “Historia? Yeager, I never—”

Eren doesn’t hesitate throwing a second punch, this time getting Jean right in his stomach.

“Stop! Fucking hell.” You try to grab Eren’s arm, but someone else is pulling you back, holding you from entering the fight. Armin.

“Don’t. You’ll just get caught up between them.”

So you watch, in disgust and confusion, as the boys fight. Eren is obviously overpowering the other— he’s built sturdy and muscular, thick forearms and biceps giving him leverage with his punches. Jean’s a kicker, lean and tall— doesn’t help much in a fight.

That isn’t to say that he’s completely hopeless, as Jean manages to get a good hit to Eren’s nose, blood dripping into his mouth. Eren blinks in surprise before his face splits into a grin, crimson staining his pearly whites, a chill clawing its way up your spine.

“Shit, cops!” Someone screeches from the next room over.

“Oh, fuck.” Armin winces before grasping your wrist. “C’mon, let’s get out of here.”

You can’t even take a glance back with how the crowd around you fights their way to the nearest door. Cups drop onto the floor, a concoction of contents seeping into the carpet as you weave your way through, hoping to find Jean. Mikasa drove you here— there’s no way you’d find her now.

“Hey. Come with me.”

A hand is pulling you back by the neck of your shirt, making you stumble and bump into someone, red liquid dripping onto your shirt. No time to care though, as sirens begin to echo around the house— might as well follow the dude.

That is, of course, until he leads you out the back door and you get a glimpse of his face.

“No way.” You shove Eren back, frowning when you still see flecks of blood on his shirt. “I don’t need your help. Go away.”

His eyes narrow. “How are you gonna get home? My car is right there.” His hand extends to point to a Tesla just across the street— typical. “Wanna walk back drunk? Or you can get arrested, fine by me.”

You bite your tongue. He has a point. You’re tipsy enough to not walk back home, and he does have a car. But he’s also Eren Yeager. And he did just beat up your boyfriend.

Eren flicks your forehead. “That tiny little brain is thinking too hard, princess. Get in the car before you break your head.”

“Fuck off.” But you proceed to walk towards his car, Eren whistling a tune behind you.

The interior is nice, you have to admit as you settle into the passenger seat— nice, white leather with black trim on the dashboard. His football helmet and cleats lay haphazardly on the floor in the back, but besides that, the vehicle is quite clean. Eren slips into his seat before pausing to look at you. But before he can, you beat him to it.

“What the fuck was that? Is Jean actually cheating on me? He fucked Historia?”

“No.” It comes out clean and crisp, one syllable reverberating in your head and the car.

“No? Then what is your problem? I swear to God, you need to stop messing with me before I get you kicked off the fucking team—”

His hand moves faster than light, reaching to grab you by the collar and pull you up right to his face. His green eyes glint in the moonlight, the dried blood on his face acting as a warning. A warning of what, you aren’t sure.

“Say that again.”

One thing that Eren is obsessed with about you: you don’t ever back down from challenging him. “I said, I’ll get you kicked off the fucking team.”

You grin as you hear his breath falter, taking it as your cue to lean in closer and jab a finger into his chest. “No more D1 for you, dickwad. That sports scholarship will go up in the air the second I step into the principal’s office and you know it.”

You’re pushed back in your seat, Eren towering above you with your wrists held in his hand so tight that he can probably snap them. “Little fucking bitch, that’s what you are, y’know that? To think that I would fight your shit boyfriend for you.”

“For me?” You squirm in your seat, trying to get Eren’s grip off of you but ending up simply grinding on his thigh. It takes you a moment to realize his words, a laugh bubbling from the back of your throat. “Oh, shit. Don’t tell me you’re in love with me.”

“I’m not.” He says it firmly, as if to convince himself too. He’s not in love with you, for fuck’s sake, he’s with Historia, he’s happy with her, he hates you.

“Really?” You drop your voice down to a whisper, batting your lashes in faux innocence. “Because I can feel you through your jeans, Yeager.” Eren’s grip becomes limp, letting you wrap your around his neck. “I think you’re the bitch.”

His early suspicions were right: your lips are soft and sweet, perfectly notching against his as you pull him in. You’re more intoxicating than the alcohol he was drinking all night, even better than the weed he got from Connie. A drug, that’s what you are— fun and dangerous, all wrapped up in a pretty package.

Eren finds his control, tearing your shirt off before slipping off his own, gold chain slapping down onto his bare chest. His teeth nip at your neck a little harsher than he should, but he doesn’t care, this is your fault anyway. Besides, he needs everyone to know that you’re his, his girl, his to fuck with only. You let out a soft moan as he marks you up, his ego inflating more than it should.

“All that teasing, yet here you are, acting like a whore.” He coos, hands reaching down to lift your skirt and tease your slit— “So fucking wet. What happens if Daddy finds out how much of a slut you are? Want me to tell him?”

You want nothing more but to snap back at him, yet the feeling of his fingers sliding up into your cunt makes your mind blank. Your mouth parts open in an O as Eren drums his fingers against your walls, his thumb just grazing your swollen clit.

“Is that a yes, sweetheart?” His forehead presses against yours, his soft brown hairs ticking your cheeks. “Daddy’s little girl likes spreading her legs for all the guys on the football team, huh?”

“I... hate you.”

It’s weak, not with the usual malice as you bite your lip and focus on the orgasm that Eren is coaxing out of you, his lips back on your neck to leave behind purple blotches that won’t be covered up even with the most expensive concealer. Something in the back of your brain reminds you that you shouldn’t be letting him mark you up like this, but you don’t care.

“Sure ya’ do, princess. Pretty sure you’re about to cum on my fingers, though.”

And he’s right— your back arches as you reach your peak, moans tumbling out of your mouth that sound suspiciously like Eren. Your hands move to hold onto his biceps to keep you steady, the chain around his neck clinking against your face.

“Eren,” you whimper, sweat clinging to your skin.“That was...”

A mistake. Eren can hear the words coming from miles away, so he quickly takes his fingers out of you and slips them into your awaiting mouth.

“Shh.”

His eyes are wide, the blacks of his pupils eating away at his emerald irises. It’s the only thing you can look at as Eren zeroes in on your soft lips sucking his fingers like a lollipop, those lust-filled thoughts from earlier coming back to him.

The two of you are so lost in thought that neither of you see the flashing red and blue lights right behind you. And neither of you see the cop, Jean’s father, come up to the driver’s window with a flashlight in his hand.

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—i’m about to show you, baby, slow down!

pairing: eren x fem!reader

warnings: toxic relationship (eren and reader are both major assholes), poor jean thirdwheeling, smut, fingering, name calling, slight dubious consent, possessiveness, jealousy

a/n: erm… i’m back…

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The relationship that you have with Eren Yeager is… flawed, to say the very least. Toxic doesn’t even begin to describe it. Perhaps just catastrophically, utterly fucked up.

He says he doesn’t want a girlfriend— because why would he want to be held down?— but then wants to burn any man who even glances in your direction. You say you don’t need him, but here you are, falling at his feet once again.

“'ren, I can’t.” You gasp as he licks a path from your neck to the back of your ear, biting the lobe.

“You can.” He laughs lowly. You can feel him pressing against your core, aching through his pants in his want. His hands press up on either side above you, caging you in. Overwhelming you.

“I’m serious. You can’t just follow me to my dates and…” You falter as you feel his hands move from the wall to your waist, gently squeezing your hips.

“And?” He urges you to go on, fingers fiddling with the sides of your dress.

“And, do this.” You gesture to him, to the bathroom the two of you stand in. “I’m sick of it, Eren, I’m sick of you—”

His lips cover yours in an instant, the taste of his faint cherry chapstick— the one he stole from you— melting on your tongue and making you moan at the familiarity of it all.

Wait, no.

You push him off, chest heaving. “Stop kissing me!”

Eren runs his thumb against your bottom lip. “It’s the only way to shut you up.”

You slap his hand away. “Stop. I’m on a date with—”

“Jean?” Eren interrupts, scoffing. “You think he’s better than me?”

“I know he is. He’s nice, he actually cares about me, and he’s waiting for me, so we’re done.” You turn to unlock the door, but Eren slams his large hand against it, stopping you from prying it open.

“Eren.”

“Why don’t you get that you’re mine?” He nearly growls, forcing you to turn back toward him with a hand on your jaw. “I’m tired of your fucking games.”

Your heart stills at mine.

His hands drag down, easing your dress up your thighs. The glint in his eyes dares you to stop him, but you simply clench your hands into fists as your skin ignites in heat.

Eren pauses when he sees the black lace of your underwear. His gaze meets yours, and you can practically see the flames flicker in anger.

“You wore this for him?”

Truthfully, no. You’d planned on going home alone and texting Eren to come over. But you are well aware of Eren’s jealousy, especially his hatred towards Jean. You need to play this out logically, teasingly, no matter the risk.

“And what if I did?”

His hand is over your throat before you can even finish whispering the question, your body thudding against the door.

Checkmate.

“Fucking slut.” He sneers, his free hand cupping your heat and making you groan as his palm grinds against your clit. “Can feel how wet you are.”

He pulls the crotch of the fabric to the side, letting his index and middle finger slide through your folds and into your tight hole. The stretch is blissful, making you toss your head back. His thumb flicks your clit in gentle, steady circles. Eren watches eagerly as your brows furrow together in pleasure, how your teeth sink into your plush bottom lip, which is now fully smeared, pink traces left on the surrounding skin.

Eren laughs under his breath at the ease of it— your resolve crumbles from mere touches. There's no way that you'll ever get away from him, not when he has you clutching onto him, sharp nails embedded into his shoulders as you shudder at the feel of his fingers pumping into you.

You must look like a mess, you think. Eren thinks you look beautiful.

"Fuck, 'ren." You whine, pushing yourself against his hand. "I'm close."

And, the asshole he is, he pulls his hand away. He desperately keeps a poker face as he slips his fingers into his mouth, watching the disappointment flood your eyes, tears threatening to fall over.

"Jean's waiting for ya. Don't want to keep him waiting."

Before you can clear the fogginess of your almost orgasm, Eren slips out the bathroom. His job is done. Because in about 5 minutes, he's expecting a call from you, begging him to come over and wait while you come up with a shitty excuse to ditch your date.

Eren almost feels bad as he passes Jean on his way out, the opposing side of his dinner table noticibly empty. But he can't help but grin as he tastes the essence of you on his tongue.

He can admit the relationship he has with you is catastrophically, utterly fucked up.

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Give You Blue

Chapter 5: Dreams

Pairing: Eren x f!reader, Reiner x f!reader (past relationship)

Rating: Explicit (for mature content)

cw: switching POVs (reader is in 2nd person, Eren is in 3rd), implications of a panic attack and anxiety, language, angst, mature content, sexually explicit content

Word Count: ~3.9k

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Summary: Your friendship with Eren is taken to the next level. You have a sweet dream that turns into a nightmare. Eren tells his parents that he is considering changing his major. Author’s Note: What do we think of this chapter? I know it’s a bit of a slow burn, so I appreciate you sticking with this! Likes, comments, and/or reblogs are always appreciated. If you want to be tagged in the next chapter(s), please let me know! Divider created by @/mikeykuns.

You press firmly on the strings of the guitar, stretching your pinky as far as you can to reach whatever note Eren instructed you to. With a gentle strum, you play the chord. Well, sort of. It definitely doesn’t sound the way it did when he showed you. You drop your head, sighing. “Okay, it’s official. I suck at guitar.”

Eren sits crossed legged in front of you. “You don’t. Try again,” he encourages, a small smile on his face.

“I can’t get my hands to bend the right way!” You hold your palm out in front of him, twisting your fingers in all types of misshapen claw formations. “Admit it. I suck.”

“You don’t suck.”

“It’s okay, I’ve accepted it! And as my mentor, you should too. Say it.”

“I will not,” he refuses, folding his arms over his chest, smirking.

“C’mon, Eren! Look,” You play the broken chord again, louder this time, trying to prove a point. “See?! Say it!”

He chuckles, responding quietly, “Okay, maybe you do suck at this. Just a little bit,” pinching a small space of air between his thumb and index finger.

You set the guitar back on its stand, laughing. “Ha! I knew it. This tells me that I should leave this to the professionals.” You grin at him, hugging your knees to your chest as you sit across from him on the carpeted floor.

Ever since the game-night Eren hosted a few weeks ago, the two of you have grown closer. More often now, you find yourself in his room, chatting about life, listening to each other vent, watching a movie, or indulging in his wonderful guitar skills. He even attempted to teach you the stringed instrument; the key word being attempted. Being with him makes you almost forget the misery that you suffered at the beginning of this semester. Almost.

Reiner remains relentless in his efforts to contact you. While you’ve managed to avoid any personal confrontations ever since the last one outside your dorm, he hasn’t stopped reaching out through text. A few times throughout the week, he’ll call you, leaving a short message that’s along the lines of, “Hey, it’s me again. Call me when you’re ready to talk.” You never pick up, nor respond, and still, he tries.

You wish you were unfazed by it, but parts of you cling to the past. Deep down, it pains you to ignore him. Sometimes, you see him as Reiner, your best friend, the kid you grew up with. Protecting you on the playground, confiding in you during his lowest moments, picking you up during yours. And as much as you want to preserve those memories of him like a delicate treasure, one bad breakup is enough to shatter it. To make you realize that maybe the two of you should have stayed friends all along, and nothing more.

Surprisingly, you’ve been able to talk about this easily with Eren. Annie has always been your main confidant throughout, but her less than gentle approach sometimes leaves you defeated, as if you’re wrong for having these conflicted feelings for your ex. As much as you’d like to be completely, one hundred percent over him, it isn’t that simple. And with Eren, he understands that. Having no stakes in it, or knowing who Reiner is, he listens to your inner turmoil without judgment. He makes you feel normal.

He's been opening up to you, too, sharing his on-going struggles with his pre-med major and the impossible expectations of his father. He maintains that pleasant smile on his face, despite being crushed by whatever weight that’s been forced on him from an early age. A victim of suffering he’s been subjected to inherit, without any say. It’s his father’s burden that was passed on to him, to continue whatever legacy he thinks will help the world. Dr. Jaeger is always looking out for the greater good of society, but never about his own family.

It’s been nice confiding in each other, not having to hold back for the sake of each other’s feelings. When you were with Reiner, you always had to be extra cautious around him, wanting to avoid saying anything that might hurt him. In Eren’s case, he’s never been able to be honest with his father. While he has his mother, he can’t always be completely honest with her, not wanting to cause any rift amongst his parents.

Eren is actually considering changing his major. He’s been in contact with Erwin Smith, getting an idea of what the process would look like. The senior has been more than helpful, alleviating any concerns he might have about the transition, even setting up a time to meet with his father, who works as a teacher at a nearby elementary school. Still, he’s apprehensive to make the final step, as expected. It’s a big decision, one that changes the course of his future. It might cause drama between him and his family. No matter what he ends up deciding, you’ve made it clear that you’ll support him through and through.

You check your phone for the time. “It’s getting late. I should probably head back to my room now before Annie gets worried.”

He chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah, wouldn’t want her getting an ideas about us.”

“Oh, believe me, she already has. She’s convinced we’re dating,” you say, standing up.

He follows, stepping towards the door, fingers at the handle. “How scandalous! I can picture the headlines now: Anxiety-ridden RA whisks beautiful resident off her feet to run away into the sunset together.”

You beam at him. “Now that’s a story I’d love to read.”

He smiles back. “Me too.”

Recently, there’s been a shift in energy between you two. There’s no denying it: you are attracted to him, both to his magnetic personality and his charming looks. But there’s this everlasting guilt in the pit of your stomach, preventing you from pursuing anything romantic with him. Simply imagining it brings you shame, like it’s inappropriate to think about. Obviously, you and Reiner are over, maybe for good. And you’re almost certain he’s been with other women since, at least, that’s what your self-conscious mind theorizes. So what’s stopping you? Is it fear? Fear of working hard at another relationship, only for it to crumble before your feet, like it did with your ex? You can’t take any more heartache. It’s easier to avoid it all together.

As you’ve said before, the easier road isn’t always better. And the optimistic, love-sick fool in you believes there’s a chance at a happy ending, this time with Eren instead of Reiner. It’s new, foreign territory, a journey filled with the unknown. Is it worth the risk?

For now, you keep these thoughts buried in the back of your mind. You value your friendship with Eren, enough to not ruin it. Besides, you’re unsure how he feels about you. Maybe you’re better off as friends and nothing more, just as it should have been with Reiner. And while this hurts to realize, it’s better for everyone in the long run. There’s no room for heartbreak if you don’t give your heart to anyone. It’s that simple, right?

He holds open the door for you, leaning against the frame. “Sweet dreams.”

“You always say that,” you giggle.

“Well, that’s because I mean it. I really hope you have some seriously sweet dreams tonight.”

You step out into the hall slowly. “Thanks, Mr. RA. I wish the same for you, too. Goodnight.” With a final wave, you head into your room, cheeks pleasantly warm with a bright smile on your face.

~~~

“You’re beautiful.”

Eren lays beside you in bed, cupping your face in his hand, thumb brushing delicately along your cheekbone. He leans closer, lips brushing yours into a gentle kiss. A rush of heat radiates to every inch of your skin, electricity buzzing through your veins. “I want you to feel good,” he whispers, mouth grazing your ear, fingers sliding down your throat and to your chest, resting his palm over your heart. You hold your breath as he touches you, nervous to be vulnerable with him.

Sensing this trepidation, he pulls away to look at you, tipping your chin towards him to meet his gaze. With a comforting smile, he says, “It’s okay. You’re safe with me.”

And you believe him. At his words, you’re at ease, letting his hands caress your body, stripping you naked. He scatters kisses on your neck, trailing down your stomach, slowly making his way between your thighs. Peering up at you, he asks, “Can I taste you?”

You nod, eager to feel his tongue on you.

He latches his lip on your arousal, licking and slurping at your clit. Your fingers are bunched in his hair, feeling his head thrash side-to-side against your pussy.

“Fuck, Eren. Feels so good,” you moan, indulging in the pleasure.

At the mention of his name, he suddenly stops. When he raises his head to look at you, it’s Reiner. He crawls up to face you, nose-to-nose, sneering. “How could you do this to me, Coco? Cheating on me with your fucking RA? You fucking bitch.”

You stare at him, wide-eyed and in shock, limbs rigid at your sides, unable to move. You’re trapped beneath him, the air growing thin, making it difficult to breath. As you suffocate, he grabs your face in a rough grasp, seething the words, “Cheater, cheater, cheater” over and over again…

You wake up with sweat beading on your forehead, blanket twisted around your limbs. Guilt weighs heavily on your chest as you take deep breaths to calm down. It was a dream, thankfully. Reiner’s never called you a bitch before. It was the worst version of him your mind could think of in the form of a nightmare.

Sitting up in bed, wiping the perspiration from your face, you recall Eren’s uncanny farewell to you hours earlier. It definitely started as a sweet dream; the idea of you and Eren being intimate with each other has you flustered. All the times you’ve been alone with him in his room, elbows grazing, hands brushing, the shared looks that last seconds longer than they need to. It’s a leap of faith, to cross that line. And fear is what holds you back. Fear of failure, of falling in love to only stumble out of it again. Fear and guilt. It’s silly to feel guilty about it, especially since you’re the one who got your heart broken. But nightmare Reiner calling you a bitch and a cheater haunts you.

You lay back down in bed, fitting your head comfortably in your pillow. It takes a while longer for you to fall asleep, but eventually, you do. And deep down, you’re disappointed when you don’t have another dream about Eren.

~~~

Eren sits in an alcove on his favorite beach, watching the sunset on the horizon. He managed to catch this beautiful sight before he has to meet his parents for dinner. It’s their semi-annual visit; his father managed to squeeze him in on his very busy schedule. Lucky him.

He takes this time to lose himself, pretend that it’s just him and the sea, basking in the day’s last moments of sunshine. But it’s too pretty to indulge in all alone. Suddenly, he has the urge to share this with someone else. Without thinking, he scrolls through his contacts, finding the one person he wants to talk to. The resident from Room 104. His friend.

It takes two rings until she answers. “Hey, are you okay?”

He smiles to himself, amused at her immediate concern. He realizes now that he’s never actually called her before. They’ve texted plenty, exchanged funny tweets, greeted each other good mornings and goodnights. But to hear her in his ear, as if she’s sitting beside him, feels right. “Yeah, I’m fine. I just called to say hi.”

There’s a beat before she responds with a simple, “Hi.” He can practically hear the rounded cheeks on her face. His chest swells, happy he decided to dial her number. “Where are you right now?” she asks.

“I’m watching the sunset on the beach,” he replies, wiggling his toes into the sand.

“Really?”

“Yeah. It’s beautiful here. It puts my mind at ease.” He wants to add that her soothing voice has the same effect, but he decides to keep that to himself.

She hums. “Sounds like paradise. Where is this, exactly?”

“It’s my super-secret spot. No one knows about it, not even Armin or Mikasa. You have to be really special to know about it.”

She laughs. “I guess I’ll have to charm it out of you, then.”

Too late. He unsure exactly when it started, but lately, Eren has been seeing her in a different light. From the first time they met, even though snot and tears as she cried over her ex because of a cupcake, he was drawn to her. In a weird way, he felt a connection; she’s going through her own struggles like he is. Everyone around him is having a fabulous time, nailing their classes, partying like there’s no tomorrow. And he never resented his friends for enjoying their college experience. He felt left out. Different.

And maybe it’s true: misery really does love company. However, being with her is far from miserable. Although they confess to one another their strife in life, it’s cathartic, like a cumbersome burden gradually easing away. When they’re not complaining about annoying exes or overbearing parents, they’re sharing new memories together, learning more about each other, solidifying that bond. That connection.

He likes her, enjoys being around her. Sacrifices precious study time to teach her guitar, though she really does suck at it. He forgets about the unending quizzes and tests he has to constantly prepare for because he’d rather sit on his carpeted floor, snacking on Pocky Sticks or eating Chinese takeout with a movie playing on his laptop. He’d choose her over textbooks any day because being with her is like an escape. A breath of fresh air when he’s otherwise suffocating from the pressure.

Before he realizes, he’s saying, “I’ll show you this one day. You’ll love it.”

“Does that mean I’m special?” she teases. He pictures her on the other line, smiling with the phone pressed to her ear, lying in bed. All cozy in the sheets, probably in some dainty pajamas. The hem of her shirt riding up, exposing that cute belly. Maybe she isn’t wearing a bra, nipples peaked through the fabric…

He’s officially lost it. Face hot with shame, he rattles his head, as if doing so will eliminate the naughty thoughts occupying his mind. Swallowing hard, he answers, “You are special. Very, very special…” It comes out awkwardly. His cheeks are sweltering with both guilt and embarrassment now. What’s going on with him?

Luckily, she seems to think he’s still normal, replying, “You’re special too, Mr. RA. Thank you for being such a good friend to me.”

Friend. He has to remind himself that they’re just that, and nothing more. If only she knew the effect he has on him. Would she give him a chance?

His phone vibrates in his hand, and he knows it’s his mom texting him that they’re on the way. It’s his cue to head back into town. He reluctantly says goodbye, nothing else incriminating coming out of his mouth. With one last glance at the ocean, he turns around towards his car, dreading what’s to come.

~~~

Less than an hour later, Eren and his parents are sitting around a table at an Italian restaurant downtown. The waiter serves their drinks, iced water for Eren, two glasses of red wine for his parents. His mom is holding over most of the conversation, catching Eren up on all of the family news. He doesn’t care, but he likes listening to her talk. It’s relaxing for him, allows him to not think about anything else. That is, until his father starts speaking.

“Eren, Zeke’s been telling me you haven’t been performing well in Organic Chemistry. Is that true?”

What a fucking snitch. It doesn’t surprise him; Zeke’s always knocking Eren down a peg so he can look taller in the eyes of their father. And while he says he means well, he actually doesn’t. However, this is a good opportunity to segue into what he actually wants to discuss. “Yeah, dad. That’s true. Ochem is really kicking my ass right now.”

Dr. Jaeger takes a swig of his wine. “Do you need a tutor? I’ll give you money to hire one.”

Eren tips his water into his mouth, gulping slowly. He’s getting nervous, second guessing himself if he should really say what’s been on his mind for the past couple weeks. Before he chickens out, he decides to go for it. “Actually, I’m considering changing my major.”

The silence is loud, even with the other patrons clinking their dishes and chatting away. His mother stares at him, eyes wide and mouth parted open. His father swirls the alcohol in his hand, staring at the liquid whirling around the glass. It lasts for at least a full minute, or at least, that’s what it seems like to Eren. He’s tempted to add, “Just kidding!” to make this painfully uncomfortable quiet disappear.

Finally, his father speaks. “If this is your idea of a joke, it’s not very funny, Eren.”

“I’m not kidding.”

He leans forward, inspecting his son’s face carefully. “What would you change it to?”

Eren taps his foot nervously beneath the table, responding, “Education. I want to be a teacher.”

His father barks a cruel laugh, startling your mother and the neighboring table, who stares, intrigued. “Teacher? You want to be a teacher? Eren, this is ludicrous. I’m not going to waste my money on your tuition for you to become a teacher.”

“What’s wrong with being a teacher?!” Eren snaps.

“I’m paying for you to become a doctor. Teachers don’t make any money.”

Eren mumbles, “Not everything in life is about money.”

“That’s a very naïve mindset. How will you support a family without a decent income?”

“There are plenty of teachers who can afford to raise a family, so I don’t see how that’s relevant.” And besides, making more money doesn’t automatically mean you’re a better parent. Prime example is Dr. Jaeger himself, but Eren knows better than to throw that back to him.

His dad shakes his head, massaging his temples as if he’s got a bad headache. “You need to hire a tutor, Eren. The courses are difficult, but getting a tutor will help.”

“It’s not just that, dad. I’m not happy. I don’t want to be a doctor.”

His mom chimes in. “Honey, are you sure you’ve given this enough thought? This is a big decision.”

He nods. “I have. It’s been on my mind for a while now. And I know in my heart this is what I want.”

She gives him a small grin, glancing at her husband, who’s reeling in his seat. “Grisha, it’s going to be okay.”

“Carla, this is his future. He’s ruining his life.”

Eren scoffs. “Dad, is it really that bad?”

He glares at him. “You were supposed to take over my practice.”

“You have Zeke.”

He continues to rattle his head, freaking out. “If you change your major, I will not pay for the rest of your tuition.”

It’s a threat. But Eren’s prepared for the worst. “I’ll get a job, take out loans. If you don’t want to support me, fine. But that’s not going to change my mind.”

It’s silent again for what seems like forever. Suddenly, Dr. Jaeger stands up, tossing his napkin from his lap onto the table. “I can’t listen to this anymore. Carla, we’re leaving.”

“Grisha.”

He stares at Eren dead in the eyes. “You were supposed to be special. I had very high hopes for you, Eren. Now, you’re just a disappointment.”

It’s words. That’s all it is. Eren has to remind himself that. Sticks and stones, right? But the disdain on his father’s face, the contempt dripping in his frown, all of that combined with what comes out of his mouth so easily, without a hitch in his breath. It breaks his heart. He is not prepared to hear this. While it doesn’t completely surprise him, it still hurts. He fights the tears, gulping down the sorrow building in his throat. Drinking the remaining water in his empty cup as his father storms off, his mother chasing after him, pleading with him to come back. Eren waits a couple of minutes, hoping they return, that his dad apologizes and takes back what he said. It doesn’t happen. His phone vibrates and reveals a text from his mom.

Mom: I’m sorry honey

Mom: We’re driving back home now

Mom: I will talk to your father and I will call you later

In the worst timing possible, the food they ordered minutes before disaster is served. Eren asks the waiter to package everything up, no longer hungry. After he pays the check, he drives back to campus, grip tight on the wheel, listening to whatever music is on his playlist at full volume. Trying to drown his father’s words replaying over and over in his head. You were supposed to be special. I had very high hopes for you. You’re just a disappointment.

He parks the car in his usual spot, sulking in the driver’s seat for a little while longer until he exits, carrying the heavy bag of pasta towards his room. It’s a Friday night, and of course, the dorms are empty because everyone is out partying, not being a disappointment to their parents. He approaches his door, leaning forward to press his forehead against, feeling like he’s at the bottom of the barrel, trying to claw his way out somehow. He can’t call his mom because she’s probably too busy dealing with the aftermath. So, he dials the only other person he knows will listen. The only other person he can rely on.

She picks up his call quickly, after one ring. “Eren?”

He thinks he can hear her faintly down the hall from inside her bedroom. His feet shuffle towards Room 104, dragging the to-go bag of food along with him. “Hi,” he greets, sullen.

“Are you okay? Where are you?” She sounds concerned, and in this fucked up state he’s in, it’s what he needs. Someone who cares.

“No, I’m not,” he sniffles, tears rolling down his cheeks. “It was a mistake. I should have never said anything.”

“Where are you?” she repeats, more frantic this time. From outside, he can hear her bed squeak as she hops off it. The swish of a jacket. The jingle of keys. Seconds later, she opens the door, finding him already standing there, begging for comfort.

And it’s not weird when she hugs him, wrapped around his torso, her face nestled into his chest. She fits into him like a puzzle piece, a missing one he never knew he needed. This is the closest they’ve been, probably the most they’ve ever touched. But something about this is familiar. Maybe it’s the warmth radiating from her affectionate embrace. Or the way he instinctually bows his head to nuzzle his nose at the top of her head. This is what he’s yearned for, dreamed of. Someone who looks at him like he’s worth something, even when other’s see a failure. Someone who holds him tightly with every fiber of her being to make sure he knows he’s loved. It’s in the way she presses her ear to his chest, listening to his heartbeat. How her hand massages small circles onto his back, chanting, “It’s okay, Eren. It’s going to be okay.”

And with her in his arms, he actually believes it.

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