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pieck blinked. more even just stared at [ y/n ] like some sort of alien flying down from space.

" do I need to repeat my self ? " [ y/n ] hummed walking closer to pieck grabbing ahold of her perfect chin with both her index finger and thumb.

" w-what was the last option again ? " pieck said surprising her self when she stuttered out like that, the use to be cold hearted female now stuttered for a STRIPPER that she JUST met .

" it's a very special option, i've never performed it to anyone "

you can see pieck eyebrows furrow indicating she was thinking about the option a little further

" I'll take that option, please " her voice was a mere whisper when she spoke.

" say it again, I couldn't hear you love "

pieck visibly gulped when you slightly pressed yourself harder on her lap and pieck prayed to god you couldn't feel her arousement.

" I think I'll take the last option you mentioned " pieck spoke with more confidence then before making you smile in some sort of achievement.

you told pieck to wait on the clean king bed sheeted with beautiful sage green silk sheets while you went in the bathroom to wash your hands from touching so many greasy old and young men.

but the amounts of money you got from them always seemed to impress you all the time, it's like everyday they come back to the club they know the— MY prices from the other days would change.

they were so desperate, it was near pathetic.

walking out of the bathroom with now dry and clean hands you can feel a now powerful aura surrounding the room.

pieck was standing near my nightstand only in her black lace bra matched with her black lace panties, her back was facing me and both her hands were slightly raised up making it look like she was holding something up, which she probably was.

" pieck ? "

she slowly and slightly turned around making me catch a glimpse of the vibrating wand that was still in the packaging box that was in the bottom draw of the night stand.

" why do you need this ? "

pieck asked all of a sudden now fully turning around, about to say a smart comment she cut me of before I can speak.

" can a man not statisfy you enough, hm ? "

she took slow steps with every word she spoke in the sentence till I could feel her breath on lips which were suddenly feeling dry and choppy making me unconsciously dart my tongue on both my bottom and top lips making pieck stare with dark eyes.

" how about I show you true satisfaction ? "

you froze.

" what happened to my bold girl ? "

pieck said craning her neck and beginning to place soft sloppy kisses on your neck, pieck grabbed your hips noticing your still frozen state.

" cmon pretty girl do you want to continue this or no, hm ? " pieck hummed and gently grabbed ahold of my chin with her index and thumb, staring into your eyes so deeply making butterflies flutter in your stomach.

all of a sudden YOU were the shy person and not the other way around, in all honesty it made you buzzed with excitement, making you quickly nod your head.

" lay back, dear "

how could she already have so many pet names for you....

pieck pushed you back softly on the soft large bed immediately straddling your lower thighs already beginning to leave wet kisses along your neck.

" these 'clothes' are in the way. take them off. "

pieck commanded you, making you hurriedly sit up to get out of your performing 'outfit', pieck helped you out with the lower part of the outfit quickly getting annoyed with the damn clothing.

the only thing left on your body was the black stockings that went with the outfit.

you can see pieck back away slightly looking at you up and down then stopping on the stockings, you could see a perfect smirk makes its way on her lips.

' i'll leave them on '

pieck thought in her mind going back to straddle your thighs to give you sloppy along your collarbone to your lower abdomen, pieck causally slid of your thighs onto the floor to her knees, slowing prying your thighs apart.

your breath catches when she spreads your thighs apart and leans forward, her mouth inches away from your wet, pulsing cunt. "i wonder if you taste as succulent as you smell."

you feel your pussy throb at her words and you lean your head back against the desk, your eyes closing in anticipation. you find her crude words more arousing than you ever thought possible. your heart is beating so fast and you can feel sweat beading on your forehead. while you have never been intimate with a women, you were no stranger to self pleasure. you just never imagined your first experience with a women would be a hot female you found in this men filled club between your thighs, waiting to pleasure you. The heady rush of excitement is making you dizzy.

you tense when pieck presses the flat of her tongue against your juicy pussy. her tongue is hot as it licks a slow stripe up to your clit and you both release a throaty groan when she sucks your clit into her mouth.

you don't realize you're holding your breath until you get light headed from lack of oxygen. you're shivering all over and you feel a tight pressure in your stomach. your entire body is tuned to pieck's mouth, every lick and suck of her tongue has you soaring.

" better." she whispers between licks of your swollen clit, her fingers shaking as she holds your thighs apart, " you taste so much better than anything i've ever had before. "

you press your hand into your mouth to bite down on, trying to muffle your moans. your other hand scrambles for something to hold onto before tangling in her long, soft disheveled hair .

you press your heel into her soft back, but if pieck is bothered, she does not show it. she's completely focused on devouring you. you bite your hand hard to cover your squeal when her hot fingers gently probe your cunt. she reaches up to pull your hand out of your mouth, her fingers gently stroking your ankles around the tennis anklet , " cmon baby, don't hide your moans away from me."

she places your hand on her head, near your other hand already grasping his hair, and encourages you to use her as you please. a long, thick finger slips inside you and you cannot stop yourself from clamping down, your hips automatically rolling up into her face.

" that's it, my beautiful girl," pieck continues to flick your clit with her tongue, " ride my face."

your fingers grasp her head, holding her mouth against your aching cunt. your pussy was throbbing and dripping and you knew you were going to come soon. you can feel the release building deep inside of you. pieck presses another finger into your dripping hole and you can feel yourself trembling. she's completely focused on you and your pleasure, her mouth working nonstop to help you reach your peak.

you sit up slightly and meet her dark gaze, her eyes are brimming with satisfaction. you grip her hair hard and press her face against your dripping cunt. you're so close you're practically vibrating with pleasure.

she twists her fingers and you're coming. you release a soundless gasp and can't stop yourself from gushing all over her fingers. pieck moans at the taste of you, her mouth eagerly trying to swallow every drop of your release. you collapse on the desk, your orgasm still thrumming through your body.

you barely catch your breath when he's hovering over you, your release glistening on his lips and chin. she kisses you deeply, making sure you can taste yourself on her tongue. you can feel her body trembling as she undressed herself and you cannot figure out if she's nervous or excited, or a combination of both.

she breaks the kiss to look at the door finally now hearing the banging of the door and you creased your eyebrows in confusion, everyone knew that interrupting you in your private room would cause you to have a fit and led to someone getting fired.

you walked to the door half naked before fixing your appearance by grabbed a near by silk robe with your initials beautifully embroidered into the silk in diamonds.

" what is I— "

" where's pieck ? "

two more females said looking me dead in the eye with cold eyes.

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STRAWBERRY HAIRCLIP 🌸🍓

★ summary: female! reader finds a tattooed stranger asleep on her bed in the middle of her squishmellows at a house party.

★ pairing: college!eren jaeger x soft maths major fem!reader ♡

★ warnings + tags: 18+, college au, tattooed eren, softcore cute reader , eren w a snakebite piercing , thick thigh reader , poetry from eren, smut .

★ wordcount: 3,395

a/n: this is my first fic here ! i read a lot of eren au’s today and this idea suddenly came to mind ! i decided to share . please enjoy !

“ not again…” an exasperated sigh fell heavily from your lips like it weighed a thousand pounds . you were standing in front of your house , a small pile of books you had borrowed from the library squeezed against your chest as you looked at the fluorescent lights peaking out of the windows . the bass from inside your house reverberated throughout the neighborhood , and even from the outside , you could distinguish the faint sound of a pop song .

another college party .

your brother was a heavy partier , but you strongly disliked when he did those at home without even warning you first . you had a throbbing headache from having your nose in books all day , practicing for mid-terms . the last thing you needed were drunk college kids slurring around and music blaring in your ears .

rest , you needed rest .

options - doja cat ft JID

you pushed the front door to your house open and instantly wished you hadn’t . as if it was waiting for a chance to hit you , the sound of music rushed to you and assaulted your ears , making you wince back in surprise . “ im gonna kill this asshole,” you grumbled under your breath as you started pushing past the squeezing bodies that danced in the living room .

you stopped in the kitchen which seemed relatively empty , except for a flury of red hair moving between the fridge doors .

“ sasha ?” you called out over the music . the red-headed girl in question jumped in surprise , her head yanking up to smash directly against the frame of the fridge . the force of the action caused it to shake a little . she yelped out in pain . “ are you okay?” you quickly questioned with your hand slapped over your mouth to hold in a laugh .

“ im good , im good !” she quickly said as she stepped away from the fridge with a bottle of tostios’ spinach dip . “ you’re not here for the party , are you ?” she said , eyeing your outfit with an amused look on her face .

you obviously looked misplaced and you knew it . with your printed , pastel yellow high-waist pleated skirt , yellow oversized ‘ LEMON’ sweatshirt and knee high socks , you rather looked like you belonged browsing an empty aisle in a CD store or at barnes and nobles . – and honestly , you wish you were .

your style has always been the epitome of soft girl core , with small stickers adorning your cheeks and orange blush at the tip of your nose . your requirement was to look like a cute fairy nymph at all times .

you’ve been like this for as long as you could remember and before the trend gave it this name . your brother found it endearing , even though he’d mask it by poking fun at you . you didn’t care though , it gave you comfort .

“ where’s my idiot brother ?” you questioned . watching her prying open the bag of chips and scooping up some of the dip . a lot of it .

“ oh – he’s gone somewhere upstairs with katie “ she paused to swallow, “ you don’t wanna see him now…” she shook her head and you quickly caught on to her suggestion .

“ ew!” you grimaced . the last thing you wanted to think about was your brother…doing it .even though he was two years older and you were relatively close , one thing you didn’t want to know about was...this.

you shuddered softly and stepped forward to make way for the drunk couple that stumbled in with their mouth glued to each other in an intense make-out session . your mouth lifted in an annoyed expression while sasha shielded her face away like she had looked directly into the sun for too long , ‘ gross ! connie i dont wanna see this !’

you laughed softly at these two before deciding that your hunt for your brother was over . you just really wanted to sleep – as much as you could despite the music. “goodnight , sash ! and…connie ?” the last part came out like a question as the man seemed to be too preoccupied by the blonde he was kissing . you smiled at the waving sasha before making your way out again.

you inhaled again before diving back in the crowd , looking to reach the stairs that lead to your room . you got a few stares which you completely ignored , not wanting anything to do with drunk college boys . your eyes stayed focused ahead of you , giving the clear message that you weren’t here to have fun . you balanced the books against your chest as you went up the stairs and into the hallway . the sound of the music was considerably lower , but still bothersome . you walked past a few people making out in the hallway , your eyes focused on your white bedroom door at the end of the hall , holding your breath at the mere idea of finally finding solace – peace in your sanctuary . you lifted your knee to allow one arm to reach for the handle while the books took support against the other arm steadily . you twisted the doorknob and wasted no time to walk in your room , but what you saw nearly made you scream for help .

i was never there – the weeknd

in the middle of all your squishmellows , sprawled out , and in a seemingly deep sleep , laid a complete stranger . he wore black cargo pants , a white shirt and a black bomber . he slept comfortably on his back with a tattooed arm draped over his eyes , glossy lips slightly parted letting air through as his chest rose and fell softly . the shiny metal on his lip caught your attention , and you identified it as a snakebite piercing. the position had allowed his shirt to ride up his hips , the V lines showing a sinful path that curved and dipped down inside his Calvin boxers which were peaking out of his pants . the fairy lights above your headboard shone soft golden orbs on him , painting an ironic picture as he laid against your avocado-patterned comforter . you felt your throat closing , strangely aroused by the scene .

 you couldn’t stop the book avalanche even if you wanted to . the book on top slipped out of your grip , dragging down all the other ones with it and  they subsequently hit the ground with a loud thud . ‘

“shh ! shh !” you tried hushing the book as if they were alive as you knelt on the floor to pick them up . the sleeper immediately froze at the sound before he quickly sat up , his messy bun almost coming undone at the abruptness of his reaction. he stared at you through confused , tired eyes before realization hit him . “ oh shit !” he croaked out , voice deep from his tiredness as he sank on the floor to help you pick them up .

“ w-who are you ?” you questioned while looking down , feeling the tip of your ears go red . why are you even getting shy ? he’s the one in your room .

“ eren. “ the stranger you know as eren held out a small pile of books towards you . you didn’t look at him directly . “you ?”

you mumbled out your name.

his green eyes peeked at one of books he held and a thick eyebrow scrunched in confusion , “ differential …equations…?” the confusion was evident in his tone as his head tilted to decipher the picture on the book cover . a few strands of hair fell above his eyes .

“ applied mathematics major ,” you answered after having swallowed the ball of anxiety that had settled in your throat .

his emerald eyes widened in surprise before a small smirk lifted the corner of his lips , “ for real ? damn . “ you were used to this reaction . most people thought you studied theater or fashion because you always looked like you could be in a winx club live action .

“you ?” you asked back . quickly taking the books from him and dropping them on your lap , the impact causing your thick thighs to jiggle softly . eren did not seem to miss this action , his eyes lasting a minute longer on the sight before looking up at you . you subconsciously thought of the typical college fuckboy majors; business , or music...

“ literature.” it was your turn to show surprise , and the boy chuckled softly at your expression . you couldn’t help but notice how white his teeth were .

“ah…” was your answer . you wanted to slap yourself for losing your social skills for a minute , but you were just too tired to handle so many emotions and words at the same time .the boy only chuckled in response , his hand brushing back the bangs that only managed to fall over his eyes again . “you don’t seem convinced .”

miss you – oliver tree , robin schulz

“i’m not,” you answered honestly , a small smile of your own dancing on your lips , “ you look like you study…”

“ business ? music ?” he took the words right out of your mouth as he stood up , extending his hand down towards you . you were suddenly taken aback by how tall he was and how he seemed to command all the attention in the room . you blushed when you realized how close you were to his thigh and quickly grabbed onto his hand to stand up , except he pulled you up harder than you expected and you crashed against his chest . the smug look on his face told you he did it on purpose . your chin rested against his chest , slowly assessing the height difference between you two .

for a moment , his eyes seemed to have darkened into something more primal before they softened again , a smirk curling his lips upwards , “ and you didn’t strike me as a maths major either . “

you rolled your eyes , feeling slightly offended . you turned around and stepped out of his embrace towards your desk , suddenly feeling chilly. you knew it was your insecurities hitting at you – people always had a hard time believing you were smart and it pissed you off . however , you had long moved passed this – or so you thought . how did eren manage to set you off so easily ? it wasn’t even that bad .

he felt the cold air coming from you and raised his hand in defense , “ hey , hey . not saying there's anything wrong with that , you know ? i wouldn’t be able to half of what they do anyway, “ a small smile drew on your lips at his attempt to reprimand . “ plus,” he added as you arranged your books on your desk in no particular order to distract you from your wild pulse , “ its ‘cause you’re really cute . in a…forest pixie kind of way…”

love lost – mac miller , the temper trap

a small giggle broke from you , “makes sense . thanks. “ you answered , bending forward a bit to work your sneakers out of your feet while holding onto the table . the cold air hit the cheeks of your ass which was unknowingly protruding out of your skirt and you heard a sharp breath being drawn behind you .

when you turned around , eren almost looked like he wanted to pounce on you . you cleared your throat gently , feeling blood rush to your lower stomach like molten lava .

“ what do you do in literature anyway ? analyze Shakespeare’s attachment issues ?” this ripped a laugh out of eren . his laugh was even more attractive than his smile - it chimed pleasantly in your ear , sounding boyish but deep .

“ good point . but we did study him a lot .” 

you arched an eyebrow and smirked , “ what’s your favorite quote by him , then ?” you asked challengingly , not really expecting him to answer . you just wanted to mock how boys challenged you whenever you expressed interest in something unconventional . eren shrugged before lifting his eyes towards the ceiling in a small moment of contemplation.

“ love is not love which alters when it’s alteration finds, or bends with the remover to remove. it is an ever-fixed mark, that looks on tempests, and is never shaken.” he finished the last part , teal eyes boring into your soul .” my favorite author is bell hooks , though.” he added with a small smile .

to say that you were taken aback was an understatement . the tattooed stranger that broke into your room just spoke the most meaningful words in the softest , yet firm tone you’ve heard. you wanted him to recite poems to you over and over.

the two of you stayed silent before you looked towards your bed and back at him . “ uhm…what are you doing in my room , anyway ?” you decided to address the elephant in the room which you should’ve obviously done a while ago .

“ oh , uh i was looking for a bed to crash and sober up and your room smelled good ... like strawberries .” he explained and looked at your bed and the array of squishmellows decorating it with a look that seemed endearing . “ not gonna lie , it’s the most comfortable sleep i’ve ever had .” he said and you smiled with pride knowing that you had invested a lot of money into making yourself the softest , most comfortable bed ever .

“ but , i can leave if you want...” his voiced trailed off as if hoping you would say no - which you did . “ i mean you can stay a while more...”

“ hell yeah ! “ he cheered and let himself fall back on the bed which allowed him to bounce back a few times before he grabbed one of your blue axolotl squishmallows and pressed it against his face . you laughed softly , oddly proud that someone loved your bed so much . your friends always loved staying in your room when they came over, but it’s the first time a stranger - who seemed so different from you expressed such content from being here .

you plopped down on the bed and brought your knees to your chest , looking up down at your hands while you chipped away at your pastel nail polish . eren pulled the plush down slowly , green eyes peeking over at you. “what ?” you asked feeling your face heat up uncontrollably. “ you’re cute. “ he simply said with a smirk before looking up at the ceiling . 

you bit your lip from stopping your smile from spreading too much . “you’re flattering me .” you replied as you looked down at your thighs which seemed to have been more exposed than you thought . the elastic at the hem of your thigh-highs sank slightly into your skin , squishing it out in a way that seemed more lewd than you intended . you quickly reached to pull your skirt down but ring-covered fingers pressed against your thigh , the cold metals sending chills down your spine as he blocked your action. 

“no.” he said in a semi-commanding tone . “ they look great.” you could see the intensity in his eyes as he looked at you and moved his hand away after letting it slide down a bit leaving a burning path from where he touched you .

your heart was beating inside your ears at this point and you needed a distraction . “where are your friends anyway... or girlfriend ?” you bit your lip .

white tee - summer walker

this was a bait to see if he had any girl in his life , which , why wouldn’t he ?

“they’re all drunk and annoying right now...and don’t have one” he answered the last part with a smirk on his lip as he looked at you teasingly , long and thick eyelashes that curled at the corner giving him a gracious aura . “ why ? wanted to know if position was empty? “ he asked in a teasing tone .

“ you’re such an ass!” you whined , pushing him with soft laugh to mask your embarrassment at the fact that you were, in fact , checking. eren chuckled and reached towards your face , pointing at one of the stickers adorning your eyes . you understood that he wanted it , so you pulled a little star and placed it against his hand .eren looked at it like it was the first time he’s even seen a sticker.

a small silence settled between you two as you played with your fingers . 

“ what about you ?” he suddenly asked after his silent contemplation . 

“ nope !” 

“damn...how ?” he asked , genuinely confused and you shrugged in response , “ they’re not business majors “ you replied teasingly which made him release another amused laugh . the vibration shocks throughout your body .

eren looked at you silently , bangs brushing agains his long lashes which clearly annoyed him . he tried swatting them away but it never worked . you giggled softly and motioned for him to come closer to you , “ come here,”  you told him as you removed one of the hairclips that held your ponytail . 

eren obediently scooted closer to you , resting his cheek against your thigh while his hand palmed at either sides of them . “ is that okay ?” he asked . to have the hottest boy you’ve seen resting on your lap ? 

YES , YES , YES , YES !!!

“ sure “ you answered and he simply closed his eyes with a content smirk on his lips . you were ready to combust as you reached down , brushing the soft strands of his dark hair away from his face and slicked it back into his messy bun before sliding the hairclip over it and securing it . you smiled as you looked at him . what a contrast it was - this edgy , tattooed man with a strawberry hair clip in his hair . he didn’t seem to care either . 

“i’d eat you out real good right now .” the words he let out almost made you choke on air. he opened his eyes looking back at you and he was dead serious.

the man let out a laugh at your expression before closing his eyes again , his lustful expression suddenly gone like it was never here . “ don’t worry , i won’t.”

you probably looked at him like he grew two heads . you didn’t say anything back , your stomach in knots. he was so hot , it hurt . would you really pass up an opportunity like this ? when the last time you even got laid ? this time by the hottest man you’ve ever laid eyes on .

“what if i want you to...?” you attempted back , voice coming out small but hopeful . 

suddenly the hands that were resting so softly against your thighs tightened their grip and eren smirked at he lifted his head . “good girl”  he praised

you gasped softly as he pushed your back to the bed , your cunt throbbing uncontrollably . he parted your legs and knelt between them , his erection pressing against your thigh . he felt so hard . you bit down your lip , feeling your wetness spill out . “ wanted to eat that pussy the second i saw you on that floor...” he admitted , his voice low and guttural . his fingers pulled your panties down and hooked your legs over his broad shoulders . his fingers separated your puffy folds , exposing your pussy completely to the cold air . you bit down your lip , letting out a needy whine causing your tiny hole to clench around nothing and eren nearly felt his mouth water . “shit...” he breathed before sticking his tongue out , letting fingers collect the saliva on them before rubbing them on your bare folds . you didn’t need any lubrification , but he just wanted his spit on you . he was convinced he’d never seen a pussy like this . he was about to dip his head down and eat you like a caveman when you stopped him mid-action. 

“eren ?” you asked , blushing beet red . he was confused but paused to listen , hoping you didn’t want him to stop already . “ c-can you tell me another poem ?” the man couldn’t help the smile on his face. “ you wanna be talked to while getting your pretty pussy eaten ?” he mused before nodding, “ of course, princess. “

he dipped down between your thighs , his hot tongue sliding down your folds .

“by my soul,”

his hands squeezed your thighs around his head even more , like he wanted be suffocated . you moaned out at the delicious contact of his tongue gliding down to your hole. 

“ i can neither eat”

his lips closed around your clit , his piercing brushing against it making your body jolt on the bed. “eren !”

“drink”

his lips sucked on one of your labia folds before releasing it. “fuck - eren !”

“nor sleep;”

he lifted his head and ran the flat of his tongue against your whole cunt before moving his head sideways to place kisses on your inner thighs , his warm breath fanning soothingly over your skin .

“nor– “ a finger dipped in your hole , slowly thrusting in and out. you screamed his name again, body shaking on the bed, “,what’s still worse , ” he placed another kiss against your pussy ,

“love any woman in the world but her.”

his head dipped down again, and this time, he wouldn’t stop eating you out. you felt pleasure ripple through your body in delicious waves as your eyes closed and you let yourself go . the last thing you saw between your thighs was his dark glossy hair and the strawberry hairclip that held his bangs together .

sex with hange would be nastyyy. hange zoe is a freak fr. they would always try new toys with you. they probably have a piss kink too. the sex is sloppyyy, always using their mouth and spit.

i wish everyone a good night, me personally im fondling hange's boobs tonight

( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ )

ok so wait imagine hange smoking while getting zown with you… iykwim 🤭

Splayed out on the bed, your legs tremble and vision unfocused as Hange watches you gasp for air. They're sitting in front of you, wearing a wifebeater and loose sweatpants. You had lost count after they delayed your orgasm for the third time. You look like a mess. Your lips swollen from biting them and tear stains on your face.

The sound of Hange lighting up a cigarette snaps you out of your dazed state. You watch as they hollow their cheeks and then blow out smoke.

"You're staring." They say as a smirk forms on their lips. You look away, feeling shy and gaining awareness that you're naked and look like a mess. The scent of the cigarette fills the room, feeling more humiliated by the second. Your eyes stare at the ceiling as you feel frustrated by the lack of stimulation. Attempting to be sneaky, you try to touch yourself for some relief. Stupid idea. Hange is right in front of you. They take the cigarette out of their mouth and lightly graze the burning end on your inner thigh.

"Ow! What the fuck?" you flinched. "I don't remember giving you permission to touch yourself." Hange retorted.

You peel your hands away from yourself, squeezing your eyes shut in hopes to gain patience for the situation. Suddenly, you feel a pair of hands spreading your legs.

"Don't move.", you hear Hange firmly say. You tried to obey as much as you can, but it's hard not to tremble when they're touching everywhere except the needy spot between your legs. Hange traces patterns on the skin of your inner thighs, feeling their warm breath on you.

Tears are welling in your eyes. You're so desperate for a release. "Hange, please..." you barely whisper. "Hm? I didn't quite hear that." Hange slurred because of the cigarette on their lips. You inhaled deeply, trying to gather courage to ask Hange to touch you.

"Please touch me. I really need to cum." You sobbed. Hange takes their hands off you to take one last hit of the cigarette. They toss the rest of the cigarette away. "Since you asked so nicely." They replied before kissing you sweetly.

ᵗʰⁱˢ ⁱˢ ᵐʸ ʷʳⁱᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵈᵉᵇᵘᵗ ʰᵃʰᵃ ⁽*꒦ິ꒳꒦ີ⁾ ⁱ ᵏⁱⁿᵈᵃ ˢᵗʳᵃʸᵉᵈ ᵃʷᵃʸ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵘʳ ᵖʳᵒᵐᵖᵗ ᴵᴹ ˢᴼᴿᴿʸʸʸ ⁱ ᵍᵒᵗ ᶜᵃʳʳⁱᵉᵈ ᵃʷᵃʸ ⁱ ʰᵒᵖᵉ ᵗʰⁱˢ ʷᵃˢ ˢᵗⁱˡˡ ᵍᵒᵒᵈ ᵗʰᵒ read part 2 here

Naked in Manhattan (Hange x Reader)

part 2 of this

You lose yourself to Hange's lips. They take the lead whilst you try your best to keep up while holding their nape. Hange slips a hand between your legs and finally touches your needy spot. You moan from the touch. Hange takes the chance to slip their tongue in your mouth.

Hange's warm hand on your bottom has you lightheaded as they continue to pleasure you. Their other hand gripping the surface of your body. You're reduced to a crying mess while Hange works you closer to your orgasm.

"Please... don't stop." The words barely escape your mouth because you're so focused on reaching your climax. Hange doesn't respond. Instead, they bite your bottom lip.

It feels so good, you thought to yourself. You're gasping for air. The knot in your stomach is tight, begging to be released. As if Hange can read your mind, they whisper close to your ear, "Go ahead, doll. Cum for me.".

Your mouth opens for a silent scream, body shaking as you climax. Your body goes numb for a few seconds while you're seeing stars. Hange doesn't stop touching you until you whine from sensitivity.

Hange is kissing all over your face and neck while you're catching your breath. After a few seconds pass, you hear them say in a teasing tone, "You back?" You jokingly smack their back as a response.

(｡•́︿•̀｡) i hope u guys like this

writing is so fun pls send more submissions dont be shy

Masterlist

🍇 - fluff

🍎 - smut

🍊 - angst

🍋 - attempt at comedy

🫐 - stupid shit

my hange zoe headcanons 🍇🍋

naked in manhattan pt. 1 pt. 2 🍎

i want you 🍊🍇

hange zoe as a college student 🍇🍋

if hange zoe had social media 🍇🍋

hange zoe as your roommate 🫐

red wine supernova 🍎🍇

divider by @/saradika-graphics

hange fuckin u w the strap and praising u when.. 🤫

tags: dubious consent, drinking, tipsy hange, fem! reader, modern setting, mind blowing sex u pass out, minors dni plzzzzzz

It was a particularly stressful day for Hange. They were loaded with work, pile after pile of documents, and it seems like it won't end. They had to leave their office past their hours, earning multiple grumbles from hange. Their head was empty on their journey home, like they were moving on autopilot. 

They manage to get home in one piece, unlocking the door to their apartment. They step in hastily taking off every item of clothing clung to their body. Leaving them in their boxers and tank top. 

They enter the living room, opening the TV and grabbing their favorite wine that they keep in stock. Chugging the liquor straight from the bottle, they let out a hearty sigh as they finally relax after a tiring day. 

Hange let themself loose. Mind blank and body slack as they drink, barely paying attention to what’s playing on the TV. That’s why they didn't notice that you entered the living room until you spoke.

“What’s this all about?” you asked with a little bite. “Oh my god. Baby, I missed youuuu”. Hange slurred as they went in for a hug, resting their face on the crook of your neck. It seems like the wine took over their system fast, also because they didn’t eat anything beforehand. 

“Yeah? I missed you too, baby. But don’t you think you should eat dinner first?” You replied as you returned their embrace. Hange hugged you tighter and muttered something against your neck.

“I can have you for dinner instead.” You barely register what they said before blood rushes to your face. “Geez, Hange. Get off of me.” Playfully smacking their shoulder before getting them a glass of water.

“Drink this.” Giving the glass to Hange which they took gently. You turn your back towards them to heat up their dinner in the microwave. 

“Babe, I’m not that hungry.” They whined. “I made your favorite pasta.”. Silence coated the air for a few seconds before they spoke again.

“But I want you.” 

“Just eat a few bites.”

“Uhkay.” they huffed out.

As Hange is eating their dinner, you take care of the mess they made when they got home. Returning the bottle of wine to its shelf and turning the tv off, you hear Hange announce that they're done with their food. 

Standing a few steps away, you watch as hange goes to wash their plate. You see that they finished their plate causing you to smile. 

They're so focused at the task while moving their body slowly. They're definitely drunk, you thought to yourself as you hold in your laughter. They turn around once they're done, smiling when they see you. You place a kiss on their jaw.

“Thank you.” You take their hand, leading the both of you towards the couch to lounge for a bit before heading to bed. Hange is stumbling a little, the liquor still in their system. Once you're both sat down, Hange is all over you. Littering kisses all over your face and neck, their hands are holding on to your breasts and waist. 

You indulge in it until you remember that they drank. With the little strength you have, you try pushing them away. 

"Hange, stop. You're drunk" to which Hange immediately replies "No, I'm not. Sure, I had a drink, but I know exactly what I'm doing right now.". 

Not believing them, you push them away once more. "Hange, you're not thinking straight-". The words get stuck in your throat as Hange forcefully lays on top of you, your hands held by them on the sides of your face. Their strength caught you off guard. You're dumbstruck, staring into your partner's blown out pupils. 

"You think a drunk person can do this?".

Your mouth opens and closes aimlessly, suddenly you can't find your voice.

"That's what I thought" Hange says snarkily before kissing you aggressively.

You find yourself lying on the bed, legs over Hange’s shoulders, gripping onto their hair as they pound into you relentlessly. You don't even remember how you got here, which is ironic because you weren't the one under the influence. 

They whisper the sweetest things to you. “So good for me.”, “You're taking me so well.”, “You're perfect.” meanwhile their hips move like they’re possessed, fucking you senseless. Tears pool in your eyes as your back arches from pleasure. 

Their lips latch onto the surface of your skin. They’re kissing you everywhere, your face, your neck, and breasts. Their tongue would dance around your sensitive nipples, leaving you crying from the sensation. Hange continues to thrust into you hard and fast, your body slides upwards with each thrust, but they’re holding onto your hips, pulling you back down onto their strap. 

More praises spill out of their mouth, “You take care of me so well, my perfect wife.” Their voice low and raspy. “I love you so much, my darling. You’re always so good to me, so good, so perfect.” You can barely register what they’re saying over the sound of skin slapping and breathy moans filling your ears. 

Their unforgiving pace drives out so much pleasure, you feel your orgasm coming. Your moans have turned into sobs and whines. Your legs have gone numb and your mind is blank. 

Suddenly, Hange maneuvers you to their liking as if you were a toy. They pull out of you and before you could complain, you find yourself on all fours. You haven’t adjusted to the change in position yet when you feel their hands on your hips and slam into you. Resuming their brutal pace from earlier. You’re lightheaded and out of it, reduced to a drooling fucktoy that only Hange can play with. 

You feel a hand on your back as you hear them say “Arch your back for me, doll.”. So you do, or at least you think you tried. “That’s it, pretty.” they rasp out. They remove their hand from your back to take both of your arms and hold it behind your back. You have no choice but to balance your body with only your knees as leverage.

“Look at you..” they breathe out. The new position is so lewd and you can feel Hange hit the deeper spots in your insides. 

“You’re mine, all of this is just for me.” They continue. You want to say something but all that comes out from your mouth are sobs and hiccups. It doesn’t take long before you feel your orgasm teetering over the edge. 

A pitiful “Please” is all that comes out of your mouth and you pray Hange understands. They hold your arms using one hand, and you feel the other circle your clit. 

“Go on, princess. Cum for me.” You cry out, clenching on their cock as your body shakes from the orgasm they just gave you. You lose your balance, face landing on the pillow you just drooled on, but you don’t care. Hange giving you a kiss on your left shoulder is the last thing you feel before passing out.

You wake up to the feeling of arms wrapped around your waist. You're wearing a baggy shirt and your body feels clean. You stretch your body to feel more comfortable until you hear a raspy voice behind your ear say “Go back to sleep, baby.”

a/n: THX FOR THIS ANON i definitely got carried away again lmaooo i hardly write smut on my own initiative so if u want more of these just keep sending requests dont be inspired by this

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My drunk Hange headcanons

There are two types of drunk Hange: (1) The Hange who only goes drinking with friends and (2) stressed Hange who just wants to let loose

The first one is Hange would only drinks cocktails that taste like juice and nothing like liquor

They can dance if they tried, but they'd rather have fun and look stupid 

They really don't care what others think (they never did even when sober)

Hange is very intelligent when sober, but when they're drunk it's like they have 1 brain cell left and they use it to hit the nae nae

They’re also very energetic and bubbly when sober, but drunk Hange would have so much energy enough to power a whole country

They have a high alcohol tolerance but because they always act so impulsive and goofy, it's difficult to tell when they're actually drunk 

Show Hange your party tricks, they’re very easily impressed when drunk; They give the best reactions

When it's time to leave, they insist to go to a park first 

They just want to pet cats 

They're still talkative while drunk but they struggle with pronunciation because they're sooo loose

"Oh my god look at this cat, it has heterophobia" 

Eventually the alcohol will take over their system and they just fall asleep 

Good thing they're with friends because Hange would sleep at a random street if it weren't for Moblit

The other type is stressed and pent up Hange

This Hange would drink the most disgusting hard liquor ever 

After a particularly stressful day, they just wanna sit on the couch, watch tv, and drink whatever liquor they have stocked.

Bro is tired and just wants to let loose

They'd drink the liquor straight from the bottle

They would only stop drinking when they get sleepy or someone takes away the bottle

This Hange is also the type to get hornee

If their partner is at home, good for them because they'd be getting the sloppiest and nastiest sex of their life (i made a oneshot about this lol)

hii this is kinda out there but do you think hange would ever let you use the strap on them?

Yes absolutely. I believe that Hange finds pleasure in making their partner feel good. So, if strapping them would bring their partner satisfaction then that would be enough of a reason for Hange to agree. But I like to think that Hange would still be the dominant one. They would guide them on what to do and praise them when they do well. They would say things like “Yeah just like that.” and “You're doing so well for me.”.

Thank u for this anon!! As always, feel free to ask/request stuff. I feel more motivated to write that way hehe <3

Kinda need Hange and reader to have like a self care day. Like staying in all day and just doting on each other and taking care of each other

Today is your day off. You had no plans and schedules except to lay in bed the whole day and catch up on sleep. Hange knew about this, so they took the day off too. They put aside their responsibilities and errands for the day to spend time with you. 

So there you both were on the bed, syncing breaths and cuddling each other. All your worries are washed away. Laying in Hange’s arms feels so nice, so safe. This goes without saying, but you wish you could stay like this forever. You can’t be happier and loved than this.

Hours go by. You don’t know what time it is anymore. You don’t really care because you were too busy trying to savor the moment. 

Hange is the first to speak among the both of you. “We should eat breakfast. I’m getting hungry.” They say matter of factly before placing a kiss on your forehead. 

“Yeah.. okay”. You reply drowsily, voice hoarse from not using it. 

“Alright. I’m gonna get up now to make us something.”. Hange says as they get up from bed. You garble a quick “Mkay'' as you stretch on the bed. Mentally preparing yourself to get up. 

When you go into the kitchen, you find Hange cooking omelettes and sausages. They had to make do with what's in the fridge. 

It's so domestic.  You feel emotions surge in you with a heavy weight, but you try to brush it away by hugging Hange’s back as they cook.

“Hey dear, my darling dookie. I’m almost done.”

You scoff at the pet name but kiss their back anyway. Peeling yourself away from their body, you make Hange’s coffee as they like it. You also prepare the table and plates.

Here you are now, eating beside your beloved. You can’t help but let out a sappy “Thank you. I love you”. The words slip out so easy, like loving Hange is the most natural thing.

“I love you too, sweetheart.”. Hange tried their best to say with a mouth full of food.

Once the both of you have finished eating, you go to wash the plates while Hange wipes the table clean. Afterwards, you suggest taking a nice shower.

“Together?” Hange smirked as they teased.

“Yes. together.”. You reply before preparing the tub, filling it up with warm water and your favorite scented soap. While you wait for the water to fill the tub, you get out of the bathroom to see Hange hugging and kissing the cat.

He was an orange cat that they brought home one day. He was still a scrunkly and stinky kitten when Hange took him home. It was fascinating to witness the cat’s growth, how it grew up to be so impulsive, energetic, and full of love, just like Hange. 

You approach them to place a kiss on their heads before telling them that the bath is ready. 

Hange lets out a high pitched “byebyebye baby, see ya my little stinky” to the feline before following you into the bathroom.

Both of you strip off your clothes and you tell Hange to go in first. Hange obeys wordlessly. You then follow, laying on their chest as Hange instinctively holds your waist.

Silence fills the air. You feel yourself getting drowsy again until you feel a hand grab your breasts.

“Nice tits.”

You ignore the comment as you lay your head on their shoulder, but you feel their hand creep lower down your body. It’s annoying how they know exactly how to rile you up so fast. You give in, turning your face to the side to capture Hange’s lips in a heated kiss. Then one thing led to another, you realize as the both of you are gasping for air while touching one another. Helping each other to reach a climax.

Hange got what they started. The both of you satiated and satisfied. 

You peel yourself away from Hange’s skin to grab the shampoo. Squeezing a dollop into your hand, you rub it into their hair and scratch their scalp as a way to say “I love you”, hoping that feelings can pass through your fingertips and into Hange’s head. 

Once you're done, Hange takes the shampoo to do the same to you. You let their fingers run through the hair on your scalp. You close your eyes from the relaxing sensation and let them take care of you. 

You take the body wash and squeeze it on both of your bodies, helping each other to scrub the surface of yours and Hange’s skin. The both of you continue to bathe, so close, so intimate, and tooth rottingly sweet. Finally, you both get into comfortable clothes.

Drawing the curtains closed, setting the temperature nice and cool, and fluffing the bed, there’s nothing more tempting to do but to lay back in bed.

“Let’s rest more, baby.” You suggest, but it sounds more like an order.

“Yes, ma’am!”

So there you both were on the bed, syncing breaths and cuddling each other. All your worries are washed away. Laying in Hange’s arms feels so nice, so safe. This goes without saying, but you wish you could stay like this forever. You can’t be happier and loved than this.

a/n: thank u anon!! i hope this was what u were looking for

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Hello darlings <3. i’m rowan , i’m 24 &. a writer. this blog will be dedicated to smut &. occasional angst writing.

this is my first time doing this, so please bear with me as i try to figure this out <3.

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Pieck soft dom mommy <3.

“is that the spot baby? right here? does it feel good when mommy touches you here?”

as you’re in her lap, fingers brushing against your soaked underwear but refusing to divulge you by slipping her hand under the fabric. lips pressing against your ear and your neck while she teases you. her other hand brushing over your sensitive nipples, pinching / flicking, touching.

“mommy please –, i’ll be so good.”

“oh i know you are dove, just let mommy take care of you.”

as she ever so gently slips off your underwear n says to keep being good. yeah 😵‍💫.

okay so i accidentally posted this earlier and didn’t even get to the actual smut so here’s the full version. it got a little soft at the end i’m sorry i can never resist a happy ending <//3

this is 18+///cw include: fem reader, black coded reader, slight alcohol use, cheating, soft dom!eren, oral (both receiving), unprotected sex, breeding kink???, creampie, choking, some fluff at the end///wc: 3.1k

eren absolutely hates your boyfriend. every time he drops your daughter off and sees you dressed up to go on a date with him he can’t help but feel jealousy course through his veins, or the burning rage that consumes him when he sees that tool sitting on your couch. the couch he used to cuddle with you on, made love to you on—shit you conceived your daughter on the damn couch and there he was tainting the good memories that sacred couch once had.

tonight was no different unfortunately. while you were waiting for your boyfriend at home to surprise him with dinner eren had stopped by unexpectedly, usually he came over for bullshit reasons such as your daughter left a hair bow at his place or forgot a sippy cup but tonight he had an actual good reason. carla had been nagging him for weeks to spend time with her granddaughter and he finally gave in and all was well until carla called in a panic saying his baby girl was having a nervous breakdown before bedtime because she didn’t have her favorite plushie <//3

so here eren was knocking on your door the faint smell of your famous pho hitting his nose. “you’re home- oh! can i help you with something eren?” you asked leaning against the door. eren looked you up and down his heart fluttering at the sight of you looking all dolled up. “you got your hair done…butterfly locs look good on you as always,”he smirked eyeing your freshly done hair. you looked absolutely stunning eren almost forgot you’re dressed like this for someone else and not him. you were expecting someone else and not him. “i did thanks for noticing now is everything okay? is emersyn okay?” your brows furrowed in worry and eren chuckled shaking his head, “emmy is fine it’s nothing too serious she just forgot her stuffed animal thing.”

you let out a sigh of relief before opening the door wider signaling for him to come in, “sit tight i’ll go find it.” eren nodded his eyes going right to your ass as soon as you turned around, “goddamn” he mumbled to himself adjusting his sweats in a not to subtle way. he rocked back and forth on his heels stopping when he heard his phone ring.

mother: emmy tired herself out and fell asleep just make sure to bring it with you when you pick her up in the morning!!

“yeah….uh huh yeah that’s fine….see you later,” eren heard you mutter coming down the stairs your infamous agitated look gracing your once smiling face. “what’s up? is it reiner?” eren raised his brow taking a few steps closer to you. you let out an annoyed sigh tossing the plushie at him, “nothing just- shit what does it matter you don’t care about anything having to do with me and reiner unless it’s news about us breaking up,” you snapped crossing your arms. eren scoffed taking a few steps closer to you, “you and i both know that shit ain’t true y/n i care about any and everything that has to do with you and emersyn.”

this time it was your turn to scoff, “give me a fucking break eren anytime i bring him up you start acting a fool saying he isn’t right for me” you hissed taking another step closer to him. eren wanted to be angry he really did, but you looked so damn adorable with that kissable pout on your face. he brought his hand to your face and stroked your cheek with him thumb just the way he knew you liked and he knew it was working by the way your eyes began to flutter, “now tell me what happened mama.”

you relaxed into his touch nibbling on your bottom lip before speaking, “reiner canceled on me….he’s working late tonight and i’m just upset because i got my hair done and i cooked all day just for him to cancel again. i broke up with you because i was tired of being neglected and now it’s happening all over again,” tears began to brim your eyes making eren’s heart ache. he wanted to cut in and talk shit on reiner as much as he could but he just let you continue to talk. “not only on dates but- but in bed too! he hasn’t touched me in weeks that’s why tonight was so important but i guess it doesn’t matter now. i don’t even know why im talking to you about this i’m sorry,” you sighed fighting the intense urge to nuzzle your face in his palm.

here was his chance. he knew it was wrong so so wrong but how could he ignore your obvious desperate cries for some proper attention. “he hasn’t been satisfying you very much huh? not like i used to at least…. is that what i’m hearing?” you wanted to say something smart and burst his ego but you couldn’t, not when he was so very right.

as much as eren neglected you emotionally during your relationship he always took care of you when it came to sex. on nights where he’d be out with his homeboys till three am he’d wake you up with his tongue lapping and sucking at your clit till you were begging him to fuck you. after intense fights he’d make it up to you by fucking you on the couch moaning empty promises into your ear saying he’d do better and be around more for you and emmy. even when you were pregnant as hell he still made sure your needs and his were taken care of in the bedroom. if only he had kept that same passion throughout your entire relationship maybe things would be different.

“h-how about i fix us up some dinner before you go i made your favorite,” you suddenly pulled away, offering eren a weak smile before walking to the kitchen. eren ran a hand through his hair glancing down at the hard on he was now sporting, “shit y/n fuck are you doing to me” he muttered trailing behind you. “i’m actually in no hurry my mom said emmy is asleep now,” he took a seat on one of the barstools at the counter adjusting himself before returning his attention back to you. “careful now it’s hot,” you smiled placing a bowl of pho in front of him. god even your smile made his dick twitch.

after eating and light conversation you decided to be risky offering eren a drink, “want some wine?” you asked setting your dishes in the sink. “you know i’m a dark liquor man y/n. got any henny?” he asked giving you that same panty dropping smirk that had you weak in the knees for him in the first place. “hennessy? you’re disgusting but yes i do,” you giggled grabbing the bottle from your liquor cabinet.

“that was delicious by the way i miss your cooking,” eren gave you a warm smile before taking a small sip of the drink you slid over to him. you took a long drink of the wine you poured for yourself before speaking, “i’ll bring you over leftovers whenever it’s my turn to drop emmy off at least someone eats my food. don’t get me wrong reiner loves it but he’s never really around much to enjoy it anymore,” you mumbled the last part swirling around the purple liquid in your glass.

after a few more drinks you were beginning to feel a little hot and having eren in front of you looking so good wasn’t helping in the slightest. you leant on forward attempting to cool off your hot skin on the marble counter causing eren to nearly choke on his drink seeing the way your breasts damn near popped out of the white floral pattered sundress you were wearing.

he sighed downing the rest of his drink before slamming the cup down the force nearly breaking it, “how ‘bout one more before i hit the road” he stood up and you almost started hyperventilating seeing that all too familiar print in his sweats. “you good mama?” he asked now choosing to stand next to you instead of sitting in his original spot. you couldn’t speak. you didn’t know if it was the two glasses of wine or just plain horniness clouding your mind but you knew either way you needed one thing and that one thing was eren and his stupidly good dick.

“i know that look, that’s the same look you gave me the night we made emmy,” he chuckled pouring himself another glass of henny. “remember that night like it was yesterday shit was so good we damn near broke the couch. i made you cum what? six times? couldn’t even move after i was done with you.”

“eren….” you whimpered squeezing your thighs together. “just let me take care of you for the night ma no one’s gotta know. lemme fuck you one last time you clearly need it—in fact i bet you’re soaked right now, you always got wet for me so easily” eren yanked you towards him by your arm slipping a hand under your dress before you could protest. “don’t ren s’embarrasinggg,” you whined gripping on his bicep but it was no use his fingers were already pressed against the very damp spot on your panties.

“fucking knew it, tell me y/n when’s the last time reiner fucked you and i mean actually fucked you,” he asked using his ring and middle finger to rub slow circles on your clit. your brain was screaming at you to rip his hand away and make him leave but you were thinking with your pussy on this one and it was telling you to let eren fuck you silly just one last time. “w-we had s-sex the other night,” your voice was so shaky it sounded like you were on the verge of crying. eren growled adding more pressure to his fingers, “and did you cum y/n? did he make you cum like i always did?” you shook your head in embarrassment now practically humping his fingers, “no….he-he never has.”

in a flash eren had you sitting on the counter your dress now bunched up at your waist, “and he never fucking will and why is that?” eren cocked his head to the side his nimble fingers toying with the waistband of your panties. “b-because he’s not you h-he’s not my renny,” your words brought a smile to eren’s face, he’d never felt more at ease than he did now knowing he was still your renny.

eren tore off your panties (a pair reiner had bought you) and tossed them to the side before bending down, tossing your legs over his broad shoulders. “tie my hair up for me will you?” eren asked pressing gentle kisses against your thighs. you grabbed the elastic from eren with shaking hands tying his hair up in a messy bun, “there n-now please do something m’so wet for you ren.” eren let out a low groan eyeing your soaked pussy before wrapping his kiss swollen lips around your clit. “ohhh shit,” you sighed dreamily your eyes fluttering shut and your head lolling to the side. eren was always an expert at giving head something reiner unfortunately wasn’t very good at (i’m lying so bad rn he is king of giving head but just go with it).

“that’s right baby feel good for me, fuck yourself on my tongue,” you hadn’t even noticed you were practically humping eren’s face not giving him very much time to breath, but he didn’t care of course not when you looked so pretty from this his view. embarrassing enough it only took a couple minutes for him to make you cum but he still kept going now adding his fingers into the mix. “fuck erennn,” you whined letting your back fall flat against the counter, the two glasses you and him were drinking from shattering on the ground but you just couldn’t find it in you to stop nor care.

after making you cum two more times on his tongue eren stood at his full height bringing you in for another messy kiss. “goddamn you taste better than i remember now lemme take this off ‘wanna see all of you again,” eren removed your dress fully leaving you bare in front of him and he wanted to curse his past self out for ever making you feel like you weren’t enough for him when you in fact were more than enough. he gripped your breasts in his hands kneading them together before attaching his lips to one of your nipples while his hand tweaked the other. “c-careful they’re still kinda sensitive,” you mumbled your cheeks heating up in embarrassment.

eren chuckled letting go of your nipple with a lewd pop before speaking, “how could i forget? remember when i made you cum just by playing with them? fuck we had some good times and i wish i could ponder about them more but i really need to fuck you.” eren picked you up giving your ass a few harsh smacks before dropping you on the couch, immediately you sat on your knees tugging his sweats down allowing his dick to spring free. “lemme suck you off a little please?” you didn’t even give a chance to reply already wrapping your hand around the base squeezing softly. “agh shit okay okay gimme your hand,” you brought your hand out biting your lip harshly when eren spit in your hand wishing it was your mouth he was spitting in instead.

you stroked his dick softly and played with his balls while you suckled at the tip tonguing at his slit just the way he liked. “fuck that’s it there you go mama take a little more in your mouth i know you can i spent weeks training this throat,” you took more of his dick into your mouth but it wasn’t enough for eren he liked his head very messy. he yanked you back by your hair squishing your cheeks together, “need your mouth a little more wet” he grunted pushing his index and middle finger down your throat until you were basically drooling. you put your embarrassment to the side and got to work giving eren the nastiest sloppiest head he’s ever gotten in his life.

eren threw his head back with a loud groan unconsciously bucking his hips forward. his eyes snapped open when he felt you tongue at his balls and he pulled you back once against much to your dismay, “m’sorry i would let you continue but i really really need to fuck you y/n. now bend over the armrest and arch your back.” you did as you were told and decided to tease him just a little by spreading your folds giving him a mouthwatering view of your pretty pussy. “go slow ‘kay? it’s been a minute,” he heard you whisper and nodded giving your shoulder a gentle kiss before slowly pushing in. “oh my god,” you both moaned in unison the feeling of being this close once again making you feel a tad emotional.

you promised yourself you wouldn’t let this man weasel his way back into your life but it was so goddamn hard. eren was the first man to ever call you beautiful, he was your first boyfriend, your first kiss— every special moment you could have with someone you had done with him and it was so hard to just let all that go. not to mention he was the man that gave you your little angel and was an amazing dad to her despite how he acted towards you in the past.

“eren,” you moaned grinding yourself back against him a clear white sheen of your essence already coating his dick. “i know baby i know lemme take care of you,” he could almost cry at how amazing it felt to have you wrapped around him again but he sucked it up, grabbing both your wrists in his much larger hand before roughly thrusting into you. “shit shit shit!” you cried digging your nails into your palm. eren’s hair had completely fallen out of the bun his chocolate colored locs now swinging with every harsh thrust into your swollen pussy. i

eren wrapped his hand around your throat pushing you against his hard chest not once stopping his brutal pace, “what do you think reiner would say if he found out i fucked another baby into you? emmy has been saying she wants another sibling,” he chuckled darkly his grin growing when he heard you mutter out a tiny, “w-who?” eren felt himself get closer to the edge but he held back he had to make sure you were a babbling brain dead mess by the time he was through with you.

“who is right baby because he is fucking no one to you and if you give me one more chance i promise, i fucking promise i will give you everything and more i’m nothin’ without you y/n,” his words had you cumming on his dick a mixture of tears of pleasure and happiness streaming down your cheeks. eren gripped onto the armrest his knuckles turning a ghostly white at the feeling of you tightening around him like a vice, your cum trickling down his shaking thighs. “that’s turns you on huh? y’like hearing how much i need you ma because i do i think about you all hours of the day— fuck…think about how much i could’ve done differently,” you couldn’t reply too spent to talk but you heard every single word.

“f-fuck m’gonna cum where do you want it baby?” his thrusts began to get sloppier and he was praying you’d pick the place he wanted god he wanted nothing more than to give you another kid and watch you care for and nurse another one of his children. keyword his. “i-inside please cum inside renny,” that was all he needed to hear before he stilled his movements his warm cum shooting into your pussy. eren kissed down your spine whispering sweet nothings and praises making your heart flutter for the umpteenth time.

“i know you probably don’t wanna get back with me i’ll buy you a plan b and drop it off tomorrow when i bring emmy,” he whispered giving your shoulder one last kiss but you shook your head looking back at him over your shoulder. “if i break things off with reiner and get back with you you have to change i can’t live like that again eren. i want a husband—a family i can’t have that if everything is one sided,” eren nodded leaning down to brush his nose against yours:

“i promise i will be there i’ll never do you like that again i put that on everything i love.”

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that’s so hot…

heyy idk if you do requests but if you do, can you PLEASE do plug!eren or plug!connie actually using or aiming his glock at someone 😩 n y/n gets so turned on

hello bb the answer to both your questions is yes!!! requests are always open but i might take a while to get to them <\3 btw idk why i make jean the villain in almost every eren fic i write i literally love him sm

this is 18+///cw include: black coded reader, drug usage, slight possessiveness, MAJOR GUN KINK, kinda cervix fucking, more bad writing

it was very rare for eren to use his glock ever. yes he was a dealer but he tried to keep the violence of that lifestyle out of his and your lives. your safety was his top priority and he’d be damned if you got hurt because of something that had to do with him, but of course the one time he had to use it you were with him witnessing everything.

everything was going perfect. the two of you were walking back from the park blazed and full from the sandwiches and other snacks you packed for your picnic. eren had his arm wrapped around your shoulders while yours was wrapped around his waist, your other hand swinging the small wicker basket you used to carry the food back and forth.

“aye eren!” you heard someone yell instantly feeling eren tense up. you looked to the side but eren kept you straight picking up his walking pace, “just keep walking” he spoke in a hushed tone pulling your body incredibly close to his. “what you ignoring me now jaeger? what’s the rush to get home?” you heard the person yell once again and now you were beginning to worry.

you’d never seen eren be so skittish before and it made the uneasy feeling in your stomach grow bigger by the second, increasing tenfold when you realized these people had no intentions of leaving you alone. “what do you want jean?” eren spoke in a monotone voice never once looking over or stopping his fast face. you nearly tripped over you feet when you heard eren say the persons name. eren was a very unproblematic man never being the one to entertain pointless arguments, but there was something about jean that made eren want to pop a cap in his every time he heard his voice.

“heard you were talking a lot a shit, there something you need to say to my face playboy?” eren could’ve easily handled this by pulling him out the car and beat his ass but he held himself back, fearing that this side you’ve never seen of him would be too much to handle. eren made a vow to himself one night after the two of you smoked —still friends and still getting acquainted— that he would never involve you in this life. the thought of any of the sketchy weirdos he’s met making you uncomfortable makes him homicidal to say the least.

“nothing that i already haven’t said to your face playboy now if you don’t mind i’m busy,” your heart was now beating incredibly fast and your mind was racing a mile a minute you hadn’t even noticed the bruising grip eren now had on your arm. jean kissed his teeth looking you up and down, “oh i see…this your bitch here? why don’t you send her my way when you’re done i like em’ thick too.” eren stopped dead in this tracks whipping your body behind him as he turned toward jeans car and that’s when you felt it. the glock 43 you thought he usually kept in his glove box or safe tucked behind his back.

“fuck did you say?” eren asked his voice dropping two octaves. at this point all he could see was red. it was one thing to roll up on a man and his woman but it was a whole other thing to lust after her and call her a bitch right in front of his face.

“i said send your bitch my way when you’re done.”

it all happened so fast. one minute to you holding onto eren for dear life, the next you were pushed away eren now holding the glock right in jeans face. it was a clean shot right between the eyes. now of course eren knew better knowing jean wasn’t even worth the murder charge, but jean didn’t know that. “woah woah- hey i was just playin’ eren!” the smirk jean was once sporting now gone and replaced with a look of pure fear. “i tried giving you a chance to leave but you never know when to quit to do you?” eren chuckled dryly his index finger resting lightly on the trigger.

jean didn’t even get a chance to respond before eren told him to get the fuck on leaving an obnoxious tire screech behind him. the ringing in his ears had stopped his attention now solely focused on making sure you were okay. eren tucked the glock away once more turning to you, “i’m sorry i did that he just gets on my nerves so fucking bad and then him calling you a bitch just-“ he was cut off by you bringing him in for a soul searing kiss. “it’s okay eren really, thank you for sticking up for me” you gave him another kiss lightly sucking on his bottom lip.

eren chuckled grabbing you lightly by your jaw, “don’t tell me that shit got you in the mood” he asked in a teasing tone running his thumb over your lips. “maybe just a little” you giggled pressing a small kiss to his thumb before taking it into your mouth lightly sucking. “oh really? let’s get you home then i’ll take care of you ma.”

not even 20 minutes later eren had you bent over on the couch in his apartment moaning and whining like a bitch in heat. “erennn” you whimpered bringing a hand back to push against his pelvis but eren just smacked your hand away with his free hand while the other held blunt. after the jean situation eren needed to regroup and what better way to do that than pussy and a blunt???

he glanced at the glock that sat on the coffee table a sadistic smirk gracing his kiss swollen lips. eren grabbed you by your throat pushing your body flush against his chest, “hold this for me will you?” he asked setting the blunt between your lips. suddenly you felt something hard and cold press against the side of your head and you immediately knew what it was. “oh shit you like that huh? felt you get real tight around me,” he grunted snatching the blunt from your trembling lips. “y-yes i love it” you sighed dreamily moving your hips to meet his shallow thrusts.

eren set the blunt in a nearby ashtray before wrapping his hand around your throat while the hand holding the glock pressed it harder against your head. “god what do you think people would say if they found out you get turned on watching me threaten people with this? or how you’re on the verge of cumming just from me holding it to your fucking head huh?” you didn’t even have an answer to his question not because you were too embarrassed to answer, but because the combination of his tip brushing against your cervix, the glock against your head, and his rough grip on your neck left you a brainless drooling mess.

you were slightly brought back into reality when you felt the cool metal of the glock press against your lips, immediately opening your mouth to let him slide it in. “i know how much you like when i do this so go ‘head baby suck it like it’s my dick,” eren chuckled darkly nibbling on the lobe of your ear. your knees were becoming terribly weak and if it wasn’t for eren holding you up by your neck you would’ve fallen fast first into the couch cushions.

four orgasms later eren had finally let up giving you a break before he started the next round. he was now on his back while you sat on his dick, a blunt being passed between the two of you. “suck it one more time f’me wanna get this shit on camera,” he giggled taking a hit of the blunt while his other hand held his phone. “okay okay since you asked so nicely,” you happily grabbed the glock once more licking it from the bottom of the barrel to the top suckling on the tip of it like you would his cock.

eren zoomed in on the way your plush lips sucked on the glock, swirling your tongue around it extra slowly making his dick twitch. you let go of the barrel with a lewd pop noise before setting it aside once more a bashful smile making its way onto your face.

“man i fucking love you y/n.”

JUST TAKE IT, TAKE IT . . .

includes. nsfw, eren yeager.

warnings. mdni — fem! reader, riding, dacryphilia, slight sadism, spanking, daddy kink, dumbification, pet names, hair pulling, punishment, brat taming, degradation.

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The sudden movement of his hips as he bucks up into you has you curling your body into his chest and whimpering. He’s hitting you so fucking deep, cock buried up to the hilt in your tight little cunt that it has tears welling up in your eyes.

Eren’s never been this mean before and for a moment you think he’ll give you a break as you panted heavily against him, but no, tonight you didn’t get that privilege. Not when you’ve been such a fucking brat.

He delivers a harsh slap to your ass without warning, chuckling at the way your cunt clenches down on him while a whispered gasp of his name escapes your plump lips.

“Such a slutty girl f’me,” He rasps out. “Even when you’re being punished, you still can’t help but enjoy it, hm?”

His fingers make their way up the nape of your neck before tightly gripping your hair and tugging on it— the slight sting has you desperately trying to hold back a whine, and you plant yourself back up on shaky arms to meet his lust-filled gaze.

“Atta girl, there you go. Now, fuck yourself on my dick, c’mon. You wanna make daddy proud, don’t cha?” The usual soft expression on his handsome face is nowhere to be found, all you can see is desperation. He needs you to know you’re his, he needs you to beg for him to stuff you full and be so drunk on his cock you can’t think of anything but him.

You’re knocked out of your daze with another sharp thrust and this time he’s gripping your jaw, fingers digging into the plush of your cheeks. “Focus, princess, m’not gonna cum if you keep slacking off.”

His words have you shaking your head, thighs quivering from exhaustion. “Mm-mm, can’t— s’.. s’too much!”

“It’s too much?” He echoes, “Aw, that’s cute but I don’t remember asking for excuses, princess.”

He lets go of your face and sneers, “Now shut up and fucking take it, we’re not stopping till that little head of yours understands that I’m in charge.”

DRIVES YOU INSANE ─ Eren Jaeger

001. eren jaeger knows exactly what to do to drive you insane, including letting you cockwarm him at a college party. 

002. eren jaeger x afab!reader, w/c: 3.3k

003. c/w: possessive!eren, cockwarming, public sex to semi-public sex, mentions of college parties and drinking, unprotected sex, cursing, praising (maybe slight degradation if you squint), creampie, overstimulation, teasing, eren being a cocky mf and he knows it, name calling (eren calls reader princess, sweetheart, etc.), slight exhibitionism, college!au, all characters are aged up 21+ (smut, 18+ content, mdni)

004. this is the result of the reveal of eren jaeger’s giant horse dick lol. tagging @princess-jaeger​ ! 

“The things I want to do to you,” Eren’s lips brush against the curve of your ear, voice thick and heady with desire. His fingertips graze the column of your neck, skimming across your skin so softly that goosebumps trail in his wake. You can’t help but shiver above him, throat closing up with lust as you crane your neck to look back at him.

And god, that smug, cocky smirk on his face has you almost whimpering, needily pushing your hips back against his. He drives you absolutely insane in the best possible way, causing you to feel drunk and heady off his touch and loving attention. The feeling of his cock, nestled so deep inside of you and stretching out your walls in the best way, has you reeling. Eren hisses at your actions, hand coming to splay possessively over your thigh as he squeezes against your bare flesh hard.

“Careful, sweetheart,” Eren warns, adjusting his hips ever so slightly underneath you. His large hands settle on your hips – an innocent gesture to any onlookers – allowing him to hold you flush against his heavy cock. He watches with sadistic pleasure as your hands clench into fists over your lap, arrogance running through his veins at the sight of you so fucked out for him.

It’s all you can do to submit to him, grinding down on him slightly with the excuse of: I’m just getting myself settled. You see the way his eyes flash hungrily, watch how he swallows thickly at the way your cunt clenches down on him.

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Please do jealous eren

JEALOUSY ─ Eren Jaeger.

001. jealousy can be a petty green monster, but it rises in Eren in the best possible way.

002. c/w: unprotected sex (mdni), overstimulation, creampie, rough sex, possessive eren, jealous eren, nipple play, cervix kissing, cursing, eren calls you "baby", slightly mean eren (but poor bby is just jealous), slight exhibitionism (your friends are in the next room lol)

003. w/c: 1.4k | thank you for requesting! I hope you enjoy it :)

“Stay on it,” Eren seethes, gritting his teeth as his hands settle on your hips. Guiding you, he groans deeply when you fully sink down on his hard cock again. The breath is knocked out of him when you begin rolling your hips, grinding his thick shaft deep inside your soaking cunt.

Not able to handle the sight of you taking him so well, Eren possessively pulls you down for a searing kiss; it is messy, simply a clash of teeth and lips as his tongue licks into your mouth, like he’s desperate for a taste of you. The softness of your lips makes his head spin, your fingers tangling with his dark strands to pull slightly when you slam down on his cock again.

“Gonna fuck my cum back inside of you,” Eren grunts, thrusting his hips up to meet yours. The high-pitched whine you let out is music to Eren’s ears, and pride swells in his chest at the sight of you already so fucked out. 

“Let’s see that asshole flirt with you then, huh? Let’s see him try to flirt with you when it’s my cum stuffed in your pussy,” Eren sneers, jealousy coating his words. Again, annoyance and irritation fill him at the reminder of some guy trying to flirt with you, and if you hadn’t recognized Eren’s fist balling and pulled him away to a bedroom, the party downstairs might have been cut short.

He feels so sensitive, already having cum inside you twice now. Eren doesn’t know what came over him, but the need to claim you as his filled his chest and hasn’t disappeared. Ignoring his overstimulation, the pleasure shoots down his cock, his green eyes catching onto where you’re connected. 

Another groan falls from his lips at the way your cunt glides over his angry shaft, swollen with arousal, and a mixture of your cum pooling near his heavy balls. The feeling of pushing his cum back inside of you is dizzying and has Eren’s head falling back onto the pillow, beads of sweat pricking at his forehead. 

The squelching that comes from your cunt is exhilarating, and Eren swears he can cum again from just the feeling of his cum soaking his shaft, dribbling from your tight cunt.

 Eren scrunches his brows, a choked growl ripped from his chest as you rock your hips along his aching length. You’re just so wet and tight he is entirely enamored with the way your walls cling to his shaft, sucking him in until his swollen, angry tip is pulled flush against your cervix. He can feel the dribbles of pre-cum emerging from his slit every time you press down on him, your pace fast and unrelenting as you ride him. 

“G-god, baby. Just like that -” Eren urges, his grip on your hips bruising as he kneads your soft skin. He’s obsessed with the way his cock curves inside of you, brushing against your swollen walls and causing delicious tingles of electricity to shoot through his groin. It’s like your cunt is suffocating him, and every time you grind your hips down, soft moans falling past your lips at the way his leaking head nudges against that spot inside of you, Eren thinks he might lose his mind. 

The room spins as Eren suddenly sits up, pressing his chest against your breasts. He moans at the way your pebbled nipples brush against his, pulling on the nape of your neck to slant his lips across yours. The feeling is intoxicating - you’re hips still grinding on his, taking in his throbbing cock with every movement, and your lips moving passionately against his own. 

“E-Eren -” you cry out when you break apart from the desperate kiss, Eren’s fingers tightening around your neck when you try to move. “They-they’re gonna hear us!” 

Your realization has Eren chuckling darkly - you were just so cute. Didn’t you realize that was the entire point?

“No shit?” he grins mischievously, green eyes latched onto your bouncing tits. Leaning down, Eren moans when he wraps his lips around your nipple, pulling it into his mouth and nibbling slightly when you bounce on him particularly hard. The stimulation has you moaning and clamping down on his cock, and Eren continues fucking up into you desperately at the feeling. 

Rutting his length through your soaking folds, Eren tightens his grip on your hips. 

“Y’feel so fucking good, baby. Gotta let everyone know who you belong to,” Eren grunts, his lips mouthing over the swell of your breast as the familiar coil of desire tightens inside him. 

You catch onto the jealousy tinging his tone, and a sudden smugness fills you at the thought. 

Eren is jealous.

“Oh?” you begin, rolling your hips in such a way that has Eren hissing. He stretches you out even more when you rock loose circles over him, your cunt sucking in his cock over and over. Your fingertips graze his toned chest, and Eren’s head falls to the crook of your neck as you tug at one of his nipples. 

“You don’t like the idea of that guy flirting with me? You don’t like it when other people think about fucking me?” you egg him on, leaning down so that your lips teasingly brush against his lips. You smirk as Eren’s eyes turn dark, a possessive tint gleaming in them. 

However, a harsh thrust has you gasping, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as Eren’s fingers begin circling your clit. All you can do is clutch onto him as his calloused thumb catches against your hot nub, pounding into you at a relentless pain. 

“Keep talking and we’ll both find out what that mouth can do,” Eren warns, voice thick with tension and a desire to fuck you full of his cum. He presses inside of you deeply, pushing past the slight resistance of your walls until you’re pressed fully against him. You both gasp and moan at the feeling of him so deep inside of you, falling into each other’s touch as deep, shuddering pants fall past your lips. 

“W-we both know what my mouth can do, baby,” you retort, voice teasing as you push Eren further. 

You know you’re playing a dangerous game. However, perhaps the sight of Eren all pissed off and jealous gets you off.

Maybe just as much as fucking you until everyone knows that you’re Eren’s gets him off.

Finally fed up with your attitude, Eren suddenly sits up, spinning you around until your face is pressed against the pillows, and your hips are up in the air. When he pushes inside of you again, the angle causes him to press inside of you so much deeper than before. 

The pleasure continues to build inside Eren as he fucks you roughly, your loud moans bolstering his ego as his cock pounds inside you. He licks his lips, feeling overwhelmed with lust at the sight of his cock burying inside your leaking cunt repeatedly. He will easily admit how addicted he is to your pussy - totally enamored and pussywhipped at the way your cunt sucks him in. 

“I think this position will keep all my cum inside you, don’t you think, baby?” Eren questions, leaning over your back to press his chest against your body. His strong arm circles your stomach, trailing teasing touches down to your clit. The way you moan and jerk back onto his cock has Eren giving in, pressing languid circles to your most sensitive spot. 

“Answer me, baby,” Eren warns, displeased when you give him no response. 

“Ah! Y-yes, Eren. Please, give me more!” you cry out, not even caring that your small group of friends were just beyond the wall. 

Again, a groan is ripped from his chest at your lewd words, rushing straight to his cock as it bumps inside you. All Eren can do is pull your hips back on his swollen shaft, adoring the way your walls crush him in the most delicious way. 

You were addicting, making Eren a willing addict. 

He pumps his cock inside of you in sloppy thrusts, obsessed with how your cunt milks him every time he pulls out. Pulling out almost fully, Eren groans when just the tip is stretching you out, pushing back in slowly to relish in the way you clench down on him. He’s gasping for air now, feeling suffocated with pleasure as you whine for him, feebly trying to fuck back onto his aching length.

Eren’s breathing is shallow and sexy as it fans across the nape of your neck, and you gasp when you feel his tongue tracing your skin. 

“You belonged to me before I even made you mine, baby.”

Heyyyaaa! Can we have smut-44 Eren Jaeger?

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── BBYATSUMU’S 1K EVENT ! EPISODE [6]

ᨳ  ࣪ . 001. episode [6]: “is that a promise or a threat?” w/ eren jaeger

ᨳ  ࣪ . 002. w/c: 6.2k | c/w: smut (mdni), protected sex (for once), slight enemies to lovers, pet names (princess), f!reader, lots of teasing + pining, cervix kissing, breast play, masturbation (m!), semi public masturbation (eren does it in a library bathroom), bold!reader, dirty fantasies, I think that’s it! thank you so much for this request! idk how it got so long but it def had to do with bells, Nina, and Mia, so thank you all so much for all of your help! tagging: @myarlert, @broken-freedom @itsalicewickedmcgee

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You have a plan. 

A plan to push Eren Jaeger over the edge, beating him for the top position at the university for this semester.

It’s a simple plan, really, consisting of only two phases. However, you know you’re going to have so much fun initiating it.

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Eren praises whoever gifted him his immense patience. The patience helps him not to loudly sigh at people who walk too slow at the grocery store or helps him not roll his eyes when someone speaks over him in class. 

His entire life, Eren Jaeger has perfected this smooth patience. It’s what helped him get through high school with a perfect GPA, getting him into almost all of the Ivy League universities with a scholarship to boot. He held his patience in an outstretched hand, poised taut with purposeful smiles dipped in a dangerous warning and calculated responses to anything asked of him. 

Eren Jaeger is confident in many things: his ability to focus, the patience he was so proud of, and his academics. He’s always been able to handle any curve ball thrown his way, shove down any distraction, and do anything to accomplish his goals.

Until it came to you. 

The dreaded finals season was turning the corner, and Eren despised that Professor Hange - as they insisted their students to call them - decided on partners for the final project. It wasn’t anything complicated - the report needed to consist of prominent research regarding advances in gene therapy; honestly, it was something Eren could do in his sleep. But with the mention of partners, Eren almost groaned out loud. 

He despised working with others - not when he knew he could do it much more proficiently on his own. He would be able to get his research done faster, find the appropriate sources in a more timely manner, and write the final paper in two afternoons, tops. So, when Professor Hange started calling off the group names, all Eren could do was stifle his groan, ruffling his hair in an annoyed fashion, and pray that he wouldn’t get stuck with a complete idiot. But then your name was called, and Eren suddenly wished he had drawn a complete idiot. 

The two of you had been academic rivals ever since your first year at the university, always trailing each other until one class - one paper - boosted one over the other. It was quite humorous for the other students to watch, with bets usually being placed to see who would score the top spot in the class for the semester. The previous semester, it was Eren, but the two before that? It was you. 

While it normally wouldn’t be a big deal to have an academic rival, you just so happened to be particularly taxing for Eren. Constantly annoying him every chance you got, it was the college equivalent of tugging on his hair on the playground and stepping on his feet in the lunch line. You were infuriatingly frustrating, and Eren couldn’t stop thinking about you. 

Perhaps it was a stroke of luck that you two were paired together for this final, or maybe it was Professor Hange pulling some strings. Besides, everyone knew that professors heard all of the student gossip, making it almost certain that they knew of Eren’s rivalry with you. 

Perhaps this was simply some sort of strange experiment by the eccentric professor, pulling strings behind the scene to see what would happen by pairing together two of the most stubborn, intelligent students they had ever seen. 

So, with gritted teeth and a feigned smile, Eren reluctantly accepted your new partnership. He prepared himself for your usual smug snippiness, your looks always fully loaded with a cocked head and a prideful smirk. Eren made mental notes of all your previous encounters, remembering specific things he did to purposefully push your buttons, morphing that grin into a glare. With all his preparedness, Eren was almost excited to get together to work as a pair for the first time - he was certain that this time, it would be him putting you in your place.

Until you changed your behavior towards him entirely.

In all the years he’d known you, you had never acted like this before. Where your words used to be biting, prideful, inherently mean in nature, they were now lilted in a teasing tone, your eyes half-lidded as you stared at him in a way that had him gulping and his pants tightening. 

It was an improbable event that he had never anticipated, even though, statistically, improbable events occasionally occur. 

When you suggested studying together for the first time at the coffee shop on the corner of main street, Eren didn’t see any harm in it; he found himself agreeing to it reasonably quickly, even though it wasn’t his favorite place in the world. It was usually a bit loud and crowded, though Eren never had a difficult time focusing on what he needed to work on. 

Therefore, when he enters the coffee shop, it’s no surprise to him to see it buzzing with people, all crammed onto too-tiny tables and small booths with mugs of caffeine gripped between tensed palms. Shrugging his backpack as the small chime on the door rings through his ears, Eren cranes his head to look for you. His glasses slide down his nose a bit when someone bumps into him - a short apology uttered a second later - and he can already feel the annoyance spark through his body. 

“Eren!” 

The sound of his name has him looking towards the back wall to see you, nestled in a corner booth with two coffees on the table before you. 

The knowledge that you ordered coffee for him didn’t phase Eren, no; what completely threw him for a fucking loop, though, was the tight sundress you wore, just barely enough fabric to cover your thighs. 

You look like a sin, and Eren finds himself wondering how such an intelligent person could look like that. While Eren still finds himself reeling, he takes a steely breath, reminding himself that he’s dealt with an entire week of this change in attitude from you, so he can handle one coffee-study date, even with you looking more delicious than the overpriced coffee.

This entire week - ever since Professor Hange announced the partnerships - you seemed hell-bent on throwing Eren off of his game; you’d flirt with him constantly, shifting his focus from school and causing his mind to go haywire. Lately, more often than not, Eren found his daydreams lingering around you, fantasies being pushed into his head that he would prefer to ignore - all because of your stupid mouth and inability to shut up.

You were merely a week into your relentless flirting - a seemingly endless game of cat-and-mouse - and it has Eren’s composure fraying at the seams, set to crumble with just one more lewd phrase that threatens to slip past your lips. 

You wave at him from the red vinyl booth, and already - with just one glance from you - Eren feels a bit breathless, a bit too frazzled for his liking. He tries to smoothly make his way over to you, trying so hard not to blatantly stare at your thighs or breasts. 

“You okay there, Jaeger?” your annoyingly satisfied voice breaks through his thoughts, sitting down across from you. “You seem a bit distracted. Anything I can help with?”

You punctuate your words with one of those shit-eating grins you seem to thrive on, leaning over the table and peering at him curiously. The glint in your eyes is dangerous, he remembers noting all those years ago, when you first started this little rivalry; he isn’t immune to how gorgeous you look when your entire face lights up when you’re questioning a topic, whether it was something in class that particularly interested you, or something else.

In this case, that “something else” just so happens to be him. 

Eren swallows thickly at the way your lashes blink up at him, knocking your head to the side to try and draw a reaction out of him. He finds it increasingly difficult to focus on his work when you look at him like that, invading his space in that annoying way you do when you’re looking for his attention. Really, that intense focus he’s been so proud of his entire life suddenly flits out the window when he can feel the heat radiating off of your body like a furnace, so close to him that your knee grazes his and your fingertips teasingly brush by his arm.

His leg feels like it’s burning when you knowingly press yours against him, goosebumps rising along his skin where the pads of your fingers leave fleeting touches against his skin. 

Eren swears that he’s going to go insane - his heart is furiously pounding in his chest, a prickling sensation creeping along his back until he feels his palms sweating. You’re just so close to him, and he feels like his brain is going haywire with the intense buzzing that short-circuits across his body. 

“Hey to you, too,” Eren simply states, praying that he doesn’t sound nearly as flustered as he feels. “Ready to get started?” 

You feel a bit let down at his curt reply, but quickly throw a smile on your face, pulling out your laptop and research papers you’d gathered. 

“Okay, here’s what I have so far…” you trail off, abandoning your previous mission to focus on your academics.

Surprisingly, you and Eren work quite well as a team. Always smoothly picking up where the other left off, building on each other’s theses in a way that complemented them, and adding helpful points to any sources the other may have found the previous night.

Eren has to admit that it’s more fun than he originally thought it would be, and he finds himself enjoying your time together more and more. 

That is, when you’re not being a complete fucking tease. 

You’re able to study like that for about two hours, helpfully finishing the outline of your paper and comparing primary research articles you’d both found. It was nice - until you decide that you’ve gotten a bit bored. Eren’s reactions are always so cute, his brows scrunching as he peers at the laptop screen, green eyes narrowed as he latched onto every line of text. His brown hair messily thrown up in a haphazard half-bun, some loose strands falling out of the band and just begging for your hands to tangle in them. His glasses slip down his nose as he bites his lip in concentration, a distracted finger coming up to push the glasses back up to settle properly on his face. 

Feeling restless, a warm heat flushes through your body, settling annoyingly comfortable between your thighs; you finally decide to enact part of your plan.  

Phase One: Get Rid of Eren Jaeger’s “Un-Fucking-Bothered” Attitude.

“...or this article could work as the fifth primary source - except for the fact that it’s all in French, and I haven’t brushed up on my French since high school. So maybe we should rule that one out - what are you doing?”

Eren stops mid-sentence, his bright green eyes widening at the sight of you plucking his half-empty coffee cup from his side of the table. Your fingers are nimble as you wrap them around the white mug, tilting your head when you look at him. Bringing the warm coffee up to your lips, you don’t break eye contact with him, and Eren swears he’s never been so aroused watching someone take a drink of something before. 

It’s not long - merely a small sip, just to see his reaction - before you set the cup back down again, still eyeing the boy across from you. You revel in the slight pink that dusts his cheeks - a rare occurrence that you’ve grown more and more fond of lately, and you feel the pride building inside of you.  

Eren’s eyes are latched onto you, staring at you as you swipe your tongue along your bottom lip, catching any dregs of bitter coffee there. He feels entranced, completely enamored with how you suddenly lean over the table, your breasts pressing against the thin fabric of your sundress, never breaking eye contact with him. Your gaze is all-consuming, pinning him to the spot, and Eren swears he can’t even breathe when you look at him like that. 

“What’s the matter, Eren?” you ask, the side of your lips quirking up in a knowing grin as you watch him stutter. “It’s not like I bite or anything.”

He tries taking a bite of his muffin, but at your words and the hidden insinuation behind them, Eren suddenly chokes. His thoughts are swimming with what you mean, wondering what you could possibly be talking about, and if you aimed that for him.

You watch, amused, as Eren flounders, searching for the perfect biting remark that seems to fail him. Without him even noticing, you begin to gather your belongings, noting that, for today, your job here is done. 

“Unless, of course, you want me to,” you finish, the smug tone in your voice never faltering as you stand up, shrugging your bag over your shoulders. You don’t miss how Eren’s face turns beet red, the tips of his ears heating up to a cute pink as he starts to cough, leaning over the booth’s table to ground himself. You pay him no mind, making your way over to the side of his booth, before leaving him with your final attack for the day. 

Careful to not let the back of your dress ride up too much, you lean down next to Eren, your lips brushing by the curve of his ear. 

“By the way,” you start, voice a mere whisper as you wait for Eren’s reaction. You watch as his fingers tighten over the edge of the table, knuckles turning white with an effort to, what? Restrain himself? Hold himself back? You hope so. 

“I’m not wearing any panties,” you comment, as if it was simply a passing phrase. With one last smile against his ear, you quickly stand up, throwing a wave over your shoulder to make your way out of the coffee shop. 

Eren feels the last shred of restraint he has thinning, pulling taut inside of him as he grips onto his mug, now stained with a slight imprint of your lip gloss. All he can do is blink dazedly, distractedly bringing his cup to his lips, just over where yours just were a minute ago. He can’t even taste the faint flavor of vanilla there, eyes latched on to where you were previously sitting. 

Eren feels his heart pounding in his chest, his fingers tightened in a fist on his knee as he stares at the obvious wet spot you left on the red vinyl of your booth, and he swears his cock has never been more stiff in his life.

———

A few days later, your teasing antics still aren’t relenting, and Eren is certain he’s going to have a heart attack. 

Eren had hoped that choosing the library would be a safe spot - no one got turned on at the library, right? But, as usual with you, Eren was sorely proven wrong. He was grateful when you decided to wear normal clothes this time, but it didn’t stop his imagination from running wild when you still insisted on retaining your teasing antics.

They’re simple: fleeting glances when your gazes meet, lingering touches when you lean forward - but it’s all driving Eren insane, and he really doesn’t think he has enough willpower to get through much more of this. 

Your bold actions from the coffee shop still plague his mind, invading even his dreams until he wakes up in a cold sweat, cock achingly stiff in his sweatpants.

 The amount of times he’s had to get off to the idea of you is even more embarrassing than the knowledge that, lately, Eren could only get off to you. Nothing else worked - his mind would only accept fantasies of you, like how you would look on your knees, the half-lidded look you seem to love to give him viewed from a different angle. It’s all he can think about, and Eren knows it will eventually come back to bite him in the ass. 

“...is that okay? Eren?” your voice permeates through his reverie, knocking him out of his daydreams where he seems to like you so much better. “Sorry. What was that?” he asks, fiddling with his pencil in the other hand. Eren chooses to ignore the knowing grin you shoot him, your brow raising as you look at him suspiciously. 

“As I was saying…” you continue, finally breaking your gaze from him and looking back at your computer. Your fingers trail over a few paragraphs - explaining something about how the formatting is off, not matching the recommended structure of a professional research paper - but Eren can hardly bring himself to pay attention. 

Instead of listening to you, he watches how your fingers pad across the computer screen, just barely brushing across it in a way that would have him wincing if it was anyone else. Your brows are furrowed in concentration, thoroughly enamored with the topic of genetics as you reference two of your primary sources. You look beautiful to him, Eren realizes, especially when you’re speaking about something you’re so obviously passionate about.

The sudden awareness is shocking, and Eren desperately wants to shove the thought back deep down into the corners of his mind. 

“Eren, you okay?” you ask, slightly concerned as he seems more unfocused than usual. You hadn’t even been super teasing today - laying off to pay full attention to the assignment. Yes, while this little game is fun, you know that you have to actually work on it in order to make a good grade - that was most important.

“Y-yeah, fine,” Eren relents, rubbing his palms on his jeans as he turns his attention back to you. “So, about the format, right?”

And, really, Eren tries to focus - he really does. The boy should be given a gold star for how intently he tries to listen to you, adding in helpful points here and there to further boost your argument. But the thoughts from earlier continue dragging his mind through the gutter, and when your knee accidentally brushes his underneath the table, Eren nearly jumps out of his seat.

You look at him shocked, leaning away to peer at his incredibly flushed face. “Okay Eren, what is it?” you ask, glaring a bit accusatorily at him. And, at that look, Eren almost loses it. All he wants to do is bed you over the table of your private little study room and fuck that stupid look off your face; you know exactly what’s wrong with him - exactly why he’s acting like this. It’s all because of you and how you’ve been pushing and pulling at the strings holding him together. All Eren wants to do is fuck that bratty attitude out of you, wipe that pleased smirk off your face when Eren stands up, with you obviously noting the tent in his jeans. 

“Nothing,” he hurriedly turns away from you, taking in a bruising breath as he shoves his phone in his pocket. “Just have to go to the bathroom really quick.”

And Eren quickly leaves you behind, raising your brows at him as he makes his way to the bathroom in an almost panicked nature. His head is swimming with thoughts of you, mind reeling with every little action you’ve shown him, every teasing phrase thrown in his direction, spat against his ear. 

Eren’s cock is already achingly hard when he reaches an empty, private bathroom, and as soon as he locks the door, he’s shoving his pants down. He knows he should feel embarrassed - ashamed, even - as he fists his wet cock to the idea of you, already leaking pre down his shaft. You hadn’t even done anything today, uncharacteristically shoving aside your usual antics to instead focus solely on your work, and now Eren’s the one who can’t contain himself. 

Eren focuses on the intense pleasure as he works his palm over his thick shaft, squeezing at the base before dragging his hand up with continuous pressure, allowing his thumb to dig into his wet slit for an intense bout of pleasure. 

All he can think about is you, you, you. How you would look if you were here right now, guiding his hand on his cock as you cooed sweet words against the curve of your ear. How your breasts would press against his chest, his hand tugging at your hard nipple as he covered your mouth with his. Eren thinks about how he would push you against the wall, fingering your soaking slit until you’d let him tug your panties to the side, shoving his thick length inside of you until you’re a crying, shaking mess for him. 

His chest is heaving, his cheeks painted a pretty pink, his hair sticking to his forehead with sweat as he pumps his cock. Eren can feel the tight coil of pleasure ready to burst in his groin, his fist working over his angry tip, nudging underneath it with the perfect amount of pressure to have him throwing his head back. 

Eren cums embarrassingly fast, and he attempts to make himself at least semi-presentable again before he meets you back outside.

Hopefully, now, he’ll be able to focus. 

———

You suppose phase one of your plan has been going quite successfully, evident in how Eren can hardly look you in your eyes. It makes you feel proud, loving how you’re able to get him so flustered with just a few teasing glances, a few lingering touches. 

Sitting on his bedroom floor, you think it’s adorable how hard Eren’s trying to concentrate, attempting to ignore you and your fleeting touches. 

You knew what he got up to in the bathroom - of course you did. How could you not? The evidence was all over his face as he avoided you from there on out, refusing to meet your gaze and a near-permanent blush plastered on his face. It had you feeling a million different things, your mind getting drunk off the idea of Eren - the person you were supposed to be fighting against - getting off to you.

So, yes, you suppose phase one was going at least semi-successfully; however, you never anticipated actually wanting him to fuck you. 

You had been dancing around the prospect for years, you realize, your words always holding a biting edge to them that lingered on suggestive. Eren had recently come to the same conclusion, wanting nothing more than to have you underneath him.

So, finally fed up with this continuous back and forth, you finally give in, uttering one last teasing phrase against Eren’s neck that had his head spinning. Immediately, you feel him stiffen, going stock-still and abruptly halting the sentence that he was working on. You swallow thickly, not used to this reaction, as your fingers trail down his spine, leaving sweet tingles of electricity buzzing across his skin. 

Eren is finally at his breaking point, breathing out harshly through his nose as he patiently closes his eyes. You watch as his fingers hover over the keyboard of his computer - waiting, wavering precariously over the fine line you were both walking. 

“Don’t you ever stop talking?” Eren asks in a chillingly calm voice. His tone, low and seductive, causes your eyes to widen, not expecting him to retort like that. A few seconds of tensed silence stills in the air, before you finally regain part of your motor functions again. Leaning forward, you let your arm press against his a bit longer than necessary, staring up at him as Eren’s eyes remain glued in front of him. 

“Not unless my mouth is wrapped around something,” you whisper, lips parting as you anticipate his reaction. 

The tension buzzes thickly across the air, slicing through Eren’s composure as he lets out a loud groan, closing his laptop and shoving it to the side. You let out a surprised squeal as he whips around to you, gathering you in his strong arms, and placing you on the middle of his bed. Eren’s eyes are blown wide with lust when you look up at him, his cock achingly hard in his sweatpants as he grinds against you, pulling you in for a searing kiss. 

Pleasure erupts throughout your body at the sweet contact, finally giving you a taste of what else Eren has to offer. You realize this is all you’ve wanted for months, and as his soft lips roughly move over yours, drinking in all of the sweet sounds you give him, you couldn’t be happier. 

“You better watch your fucking mouth,” Eren groans against your lips, closing his eyes in pleasure when your hand suddenly grips on his clothed cock. He lets out a shuddering breath at the sensation shooting across his shaft, building in his lower abdomen as his muscles tense. 

His voice has you moaning, pulling him in for another desperate, messy kiss. Eren Jaeger doesn’t curse, so hearing him demand that against your lips, hurriedly rutting against you like a teenager, has you whimpering and moaning underneath him. 

“Is that a threat, or a promise?” you murmur against his lips, smiling at the low groan he lets out. Weeks of teasing have led to this moment, making the pleasure that builds between you feel even sweeter than normal. 

All Eren wants to do is fuck the brattiness out of you, to leave you a moaning mess under him until all you can whine is his name. 

It’s a mess of fumbling touches as you shove each other’s clothes off, desperate to feel the other as your hands run down his body. Eren is surprisingly toned under your hands, flexing under your fingertips as he shoves his boxers down. You almost gasp at the sight of his cock - long and thick, enough to where you know you’ll feel it in your stomach, his tip red and angry, already leaking dribbles of his arousal down his throbbing shaft. 

“Like what you see?” Eren asks smugly, before a concerned look crosses his face as he hovers over you. “Is this okay? Do you want to stop?”

And if you weren’t already lying down, you swear your knees would’ve buckled as you swoon. You bite your lip as you look Eren up and down, taking in the sight of how attractive he is as his body settles over yours. You open your legs for him, guiding him to settle between your thighs as you run your hands up his smooth biceps. 

“Yes, please. I want this,” you whimper against him, and Eren groans as he dives down for another intoxicating kiss. 

It’s a mess of tangled limbs when Eren finally enters you, the thin layer of the condom wrapped around his length doing nothing to halt the intense pleasure of pushing past your tight walls. He immediately feels overwhelmed, arms coming to cradle your body as he nearly collapses onto your chest. Eren swears he’s never felt pleasure this good, groaning out your name as your legs tighten around his waist, pulling him to sink forward even deeper, stuffing you to the brim with his thick cock. 

“G-god, Eren,” you choke out, your head pushing back against his pillow as he buries his shaft as deep as it’ll go. You feel so full, incredibly stretched out in the best way possible as his leaking head presses right against your cervix. The room spins as Eren moans out a choked sound of your name, pressing his head to the crook of your neck as he focuses on not cumming right then and there. 

So much for that perfect focus he’s always been so proud of, Eren thinks.

“Fuck princess, y’feel so good,” Eren moans against you, not able to help himself as he begins to lick and kiss along your skin. His lips trail from your neck to your collarbone, his hands grasping at your breasts as he finally gives in to one of his many fantasies of you. “Gonna start moving now, that okay?”

A hurried nod is all you can give him, arms wrapped tight around his back as Eren begins to fuck you. He ruts his cock through your wet folds fast, eagerly, pumping his cock deep inside of you, stilling for a second to revel in the tight way you clamp down on him, before pulling out again. Over and over he does this, gently holding you against him, murmuring sweet praises against your ear as you fully give in to the relentless pleasure. 

“You’re doing so good for me,” he kisses your lips.

“Always knew you would feel like heaven,” he murmurs against your ear, breath hot and panting as he fucks against that one spot that has you seeing stars. 

His chest burns with an intense need and longing, his touch electrifying as his chest brushes up against yours and his fingers trail along your body. Eren feels high as his cock catches against your entrance, pushing past your walls again and groaning at how well your pussy swallows him.

Eren kisses you hungrily, circling his hips against yours in a way that has you keening against him. You feel so hot underneath him, moaning and panting against his mouth as his fingers brush against the soft curve of your breasts. 

“Please touch me more,” you gasp, his lips hardly leaving yours as you guide his hands to touch all over your body. They caress your sides before trailing up in a tickling way up to your nipples, pulling and pinching slightly that has you arching your back against him. 

“Where do you want me to touch you?” Eren asks, mumbling against your lips. His hands move back down to your hips, halting his thrusts to let his cock settle inside of you for just a moment. A twisted grin flits onto his face at the whining sound you let out, your hands reaching for him as he stills inside you. 

“Shh,” he coos, one of his hands caressing your face in a soothing manner. “Be patient.”

Eren focuses on quickly angling your hips up a bit more for him, pulling your sopping pussy to rest flush against his pelvis. Sitting up slightly, Eren sits on his knees, a loud groan ripping through his throat when he sinks back inside of you. You feel even better from this angle, clenching down on him and suffocating his cock in a way that has Eren’s pretty green eyes rolling to the ceiling in pleasure. 

Displeased with how you never answered him, Eren slows his thrusts, staving off his own pleasure in favor of teasing you. “What, can’t answer me?” he mocks, his thumb moving up to pull on the bottom of your lip. 

You whine against him, hands grasping on any part of his body that you can as he rolls his hips languidly against you. 

“Please Eren,” you nearly beg.

Eren still feels slightly annoyed, knowing you can do better than that. In retaliation, he keeps his thrusts slow, burying his thick cock inside of you at a lazy place. Bringing his hand down, two of his fingers suddenly press against your aching clit, pulling the hood of it up to swirl calculated circles against your most sensitive spot. You let out a loud cry for him, and Eren nearly curses at how much tighter you clamp down on him. 

“Come on, princess. I know you can do better than that,” Eren coaxes you, rolling his hips as he settles deep inside of you. He hisses at how your swollen walls massage his aching shaft, wanting nothing more than to fuck into you harder. 

“Please, baby. You could hardly keep your mouth shut these past few weeks,” Eren taunts you, his fingers relentless against your clit. He easily smooths a hand down your thigh, catching under your knee to pull it up and around his hip. The new angle allows his cock to drag along that sweet spot repeatedly. 

“What, now you don’t have anything to say?” Eren punctuates his words with a harsh thrust, unable to help himself anymore as he begins to fuck into you like you both want. The pleasure is all-consuming, running thickly down his spine, shooting through the length of his cock as you cream all over him. 

“Eren, please, just need you,” you’re able to get out, reaching for him. Finally giving in, Eren leans his body over yours, still sitting on his knees as he covers your body with his own. The room is hot, and Eren’s chest is slick with sweat as he presses it against yours. 

The sweet pants you let out fan across his face, and Eren can’t help but gaze at you as he feels you tightening even more around him. 

“If I knew you felt this good, I would’ve fucked you a lot sooner, princess,” Eren moans, burying his cock inside of you and choking at the way you clench around him. 

“You feel so good,” you whimper against him, arms reaching out to hold onto his strong back as he pushes his cock back inside of you. The wet squelching of your cunt around him has Eren moaning for you, becoming addicted to the feeling of you squeezing him so tight. 

“How are you so tight – fuck,” Eren groans, sweaty and drunk off lust as he pushes your wetness back into you. The two of you share breathy pants and moans, being able to feel every part of each other as Eren kisses you hard and deep. His hips move fast against yours, relishing in the fullness between the two of you. It’s fast and rough, full of messy kisses and desperate touches that make you feel lightheaded. 

Eren’s hand continues to draw tight, fast circles against your clit, and it has you clenching down on him. He has to halter the movements of his hips, returning to the incessant grinding inside of you as his fingers circle your hot nub. “Eren, ’m close,” you moan, the feeling building inside you until you see stars dancing on the edges of your vision. Eren feels so close, ready to cum as the coil becomes more and more present inside him. 

“Need to feel you cum for me, princess. Come on now, cum,” Eren commands, shoving his cock inside you once, twice, three more times until he’s cumming into the condom. The tight cord snaps as your walls clamp down on him, a high-pitched whine of his name slipping past your lips as you feel that same rush of pleasure overcome you. 

Eren rolls his thumb over your clit harshly while simultaneously offering one more deep thrust – it has you creaming around his cock, cumming so hard around him that has his hips stuttering slightly. 

He gasps your name against your lips, kissing you again as he continues fucking you through your orgasm. The feeling of his cock throbbing inside you, still nudging against that sweet bundle of nerves, has your eyes rolling to the back of your head. 

“Fuck,” Eren says, body weakly falling against yours as he finally stops his hungry thrusts. He closes his eyes heavily, cock throbbing in overstimulation as you continue squeezing around him tightly. He stills inside of you, fully sheathed within your warmth as his muscles shake slightly with overexertion. The room smells of sex and sweat, and you feel absolutely exhausted as his sweaty body settles on top of yours. 

“E-Eren,” you mumble, eyes closing as you attempt to push him off you. “Too heavy.”

Eren lets out a low chuckle as he adjusts himself, moving to your side as a heavy arm slings across your stomach. 

“That was…” you trail off, still catching your breath as you start up at the ceiling. Eren, still face-first in his pillows, finally turns to face you. 

“Amazing? The best sex you’ve ever had?” he teases, attempting to coax out one of those reactions you’d been getting from him. You glare at him, lightly smacking his arm. 

“Maybe,” you still relent, not wanting to give him the full satisfaction of your praise. 

“So, does this mean you’ll stop with that attitude of yours now?” Eren asks, curiosity coloring his tone as he playfully nudges you. You let out a loud laugh, full of mirth, as your chest shakes. 

“Maybe,” you repeat, giving Eren a cheeky smile as he pulls you closer to his side. A slightly annoyed groan falls past his lips, and you can’t help the feeling of affection that fills you at the sound. 

“Well, will you at least agree to be mine?” he asks one more question, a bit more timid than his others. Eren wants to try this, convinced that there is something more here. You had just been too scared to admit it, but Eren was finally ready to shove past all those walls, wanting to be able to love you. 

You hum against him, your fingers trailing soft touches against his skin. The answer is clear and confident as you smile at him, facing him in bed. 

“Yes.”

And, although phase two of your plan may have changed, it did so in the best possible way.

Phase Two: Become Number One in the Class.

Phase Two: Become Number One in Eren’s Heart.