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An Afternoon With Eren Jaeger

summary: spending an afternoon with eren after class until he eats you out in his dorm. smut, praise kink, submissive reader, sorta toxic, smoking

pairing: eren x female reader

wc: 1.5k

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You wonder if this boy beside you is a good presence in your life but you walk with him anyways. He leads you to places you’ve never seen before, touching you in ways you’ve never been touched. Every lie is dressed with somber eyes that pull you in deep. You watch his lips as he speaks of a man he isn’t.

But you don’t care, because afternoons are empty without him. You’ll finish class and wander around the campus afraid to admit that you’re searching for each other. Eventually he finds you, like he always does—you take his hand and let him guide you through the day.

He doesn’t talk much unless you two are alone, he holds your hand like it were a relaxant. Silence. You like his smokey scent, like a warm fire you could never touch. You don’t ask where he’s going, ever. It was as if he’d end up at the same places regardless of your company. Today was the seaside, he’d led you up a short trail to overlook the horizon. Late spring breeze nipping at the rips in your jeans. You sit on the rocks together.

“I like your hair like this,” he says without a glance, attending his blunt. He lights it with ease, sighing smoke.

You almost didn’t respond. “Thanks...”

“You should wear it like that more often.”

“Not for you.”

Eren laughs. “Not for me then who?”

“Myself.”

He claps slowly, mocking you. “How noble.”

You roll your eyes and gaze out into the horizon. In that silence, Eren speaks again. “Come here,” he says. Less of a question and more a command. He’s testing you. The boy knows you can’t hold out for long until his tongue is in your mouth and he’s groping your favorite spots.

You slowly move into him, hearing the mockery in his voice. “Good girl.”

Eren wraps his arms around you. You feel the ashes on his hoodie. With the blunt between two fingers, he moves his hand towards your mouth and you part your lips. A sinister smirk adorns his face at how easily you respond to him.

You take a drag and blow the smoke back at him. Eren snickers. A long stillness passes through the conversation and you watch the smoke fade.

“Do you hate me?” he asks.

“I don’t have a right to,” you say.

“You wanna explain that?”

“I’m not yours. I choose to hang out with you.”

Eren scoffs a little, rubbing the pad of his thumb against your arm. “Why do you hang around with me?”

You look up at him. “I could ask you the same.”

Eren makes eye contact, brown locks fanning in the wind. He places a hand on your chin and tilts your head closer. “Well for starters, I like doing this,” he says, planting a soft kiss against your lips.

“And this,” he continues, running a feel up your shirt. “And I know you like it too,” he whispers.

You gulp, wondering where your pride has gone. He’s bad for you, you know that… But you can’t help it.

“Can we do more…” you murmur before realizing what had just left your mouth.

“Are asking me to fuck you? Y/n?” he says bluntly.

Your skin heats up, heart thumping. You notice how close your bodies are right now. You feel his pulse… the stiffness below his lap.

“That’s not what I—forget I said that, I’m just high,” you explain.

He tilts your head up again. “Look at me.”

Your eyes widen.

“Don’t pull that shy shit. You want me to fuck you? That’s what you want, yeah?”

Your throat tightens and you nod. “Just once..”

“Good… See, I like it when you speak up.”

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That day, he took you back to his dorm. He draws the shades and lulls you to bed—kissing your neck. You follow him and take a seat on his lap until his hands are wandering beneath your clothes.

There’s no need for words, he knows what you want and you make clear in a string of shallow breaths when his lips find your neck again.

You hold onto him, head tilting to the side, drunk on pleasure. Eren lifts your top and tosses it away.

“I want it all off…” he whispers, gazing between your eyes and bra. A chill runs up your spine, he’s never seen you naked before but in this moment, you don’t care for modesty. You just want to feel good, there’s nothing much in your life that excites you anyways.

Nothing to lose.

“Then take it off,” you say back.

Eren’s brows hike up at your assertion, he smiles, realizing this will be more fun than he’d thought. He unclips your bra with ease and lays you down on the mattress. The afternoon sun finds its way in through cracks in the blinds, streaking light across your body.

Cold air stings your flesh as he slips off your jeans. You’re caught between him and the warm sheets. Eren holds your hips and gazes, drunkenly, between your thighs. He looks back up at you for consent, you nod.

Eren pulls down your painties, eyes violating your body. You may have overestimated yourself, because now… as you lay here, fully exposed—your heart throttles with nerves. He’s clothed, hovering over you, and for some reason that makes you feel vulnerable.

He finds your eyes, and for once there’s a look of softness. Your hands are shaking by your sides, Eren runs a feel over your heartbeat.

“Shh… it’s okay,” he whispers. He cups your face in one hand. “It’s okay… it’s okay. chill out,” he says with a light chuckle which makes you giggle a bit as well.

“Gonna get you ready,” he mutters, nearly inaudibly. Eren moves down your body and you keep a hand over your heart to calm your nerves. He stops between your thighs and parts your legs. A chill brushes you there from the open air. You can feel that you’re already wet.

Eren runs his thumb against your clit to see how it makes you feel. Your body shutters ever so slightly. He kisses between your thighs before slowly meeting his lips with your cunt. You swallow, hard… and fumble a grip to the top of his hair. You can feel him slightly laugh to himself at your reaction.

His mouth moves in a slow caress, kissing your flesh, soaking in all of you at once. You feel the warm, velvety sweep of his tongue across your slit and allow a cry to escape. Your thighs stiffen to a close and Eren forcefully rips them open again. He grips your hips and holds you in place.

Your moans fill the silent room and you cover your mouth. You were in a dormitory after all. Muffled chatter echoes through the walls. Eren lifts his face, you can see your own juices dripping down his chin—a stark reminder that he’d just tasted you in the most intimate way possible.

He grips your wrist, firmly—and yanks your hand from your mouth.

“I told you to stop the shy shit,” he spat.

You breathe heavily. “But if people hear—”

“I don’t give a fuck.”

“But—”

“Stop whining and let me hear those pretty cries again.”

You part your lips but no reply escapes. He nods, smirking, and kisses your cheek. “Good girl.”

Eren sinks down again and wastes not time picking up where he left off, this time with more vigor. He’s torturing you like he always does… Testing you. He wants to make you fucking scream.

You grind yourself against his mouth and for once, just let go…

This strange boy who sweeps you away every afternoon is all you can see, all you can feel. He builds you up to your climax and you clutch at his roots. He’s making sweet love to your cunt like it’s all he needs—and in this moment, all you need is him.

What else in your life makes you feel this good? You’re caught between the pleasure and a melancholic reminder that this is the best you’ve felt in a while.

You curse and cry, hips bucking, a tightening rises in your core and flushes across your entire until you’re a mess for him. You sink your spine back down into the mattress and release his hair, sighing.

Eren pulls his face away, a string of cum connecting his mouth to your cunt. He just stares at it, eagerly…

He looks back up at you.

“Yeah… Catch your breath…” he moves up. “There you go, good girl,” he smirks, kissing your parted lips to make sure you taste what he tastes.

He pushes your hair behind your ears. “I loved your cries… You listened to me.”

You look up at him, doe eyed—nodding.

“Good things always happen when you listen to me, right?”

You nod again..

“Now keep breathing. Yeah?”

He sits up and takes off his shirt, hands swiftly unbuttoning his pants. You gaze hazily at the length that’s about to be inside of you. He catches you and scoffs. “Don’t look at me like that, you can take it.”

“I don’t know if I can…” you say between labored breaths.

“You can… and you will.”