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scary dog privilege - best friend!eren x reader one-shot, 18+!!

hellooooo i have had this in my wips for like two entire months and i am giddy and ready to share it. this hopefully will just be a one-shot, but you guys know i love to create a universe for each of my erens so god only knows where we'll end up with this one. best friend eren appears to be my angstiest, broodiest one yet, and i love him lol. wanted to make some use of classic fanfic tropes, so here we get best friend eren and fake dating!! woohoo!!

beware: this is absolute, pure filth once you get into it lol

pairing: eren jaeger x afab reader

wc: 9.1k

DISCLAIMER: this post contains MATURE CONTENT that is intended only for those over 18. if you are a minor, please do not read below the cut.

CWs: smut, consensual hook-up, rough sex, biting, dirty talk, oral sex (fem!receiving), alcohol use, cussing, squirting, penetrative vaginal sex, swearing, use of names (baby, pretty baby, my girl), crying, multiple orgasms, eren being a menace per usual, jean's an asshole (i'm so sorry you guys know i love him but it had to happen)

have fun ;)

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This is a terrible idea, and it had been from the start. You know it and so does he, but you had insisted. Now that you’ve made your bed, you have to lay in it, you suppose. You press your forehead to the cold, tinted window of Eren’s ridiculous muscle car, ignoring the vibrations from the rock music he’s blaring and the consistent fluttering in your stomach, and think back to your conversation earlier that week.

“Come on, Eren. It’s just one night!”

“And what about after? When you run into Sasha at the coffee place or Armin after work? Did we just suddenly ‘break up’?” Eren scoffs, pushing past you to grab a Red Bull out of the fridge. You collapse into one of the barstools in his kitchen, having prepared yourself to accept defeat from the moment you posed the question.

“I just can’t face him alone,” you sigh, “it’s only been four months and Sasha told me he’s hooked up with not one, not two, but three girls already. I haven’t even had a drunken makeout at the bar.”

“So? Just because Jean’s been whoring around doesn’t mean you have anything to prove.” Eren's tone is thoroughly unimpressed as he pops the tab to his energy drink.

“You’re my best friend. I just need one tiny favor.”

“Who would even believe us? It’s not like it’s a huge party- we know everyone going.”

You cock an eyebrow. “How many times have Annie and Mikasa tried to con us into a double date? Connie’s been teasing us for years, not to mention the waiter at lunch the other day–”

“Fine!”

“Fine?”

“Fine. I’ll be your date for one night. But all of the explaining is up to you. And,” Eren takes a sip, leveling a glare at you over the top of the can, “I’m going on the record as saying that this is a bad idea.”

He may be reckless, arrogant, and a bit of a brat, but if Eren Jaeger is one thing consistently, he was right. You chance a glance at your “date”. He’s in his typical uniform: black hoodie, black jeans, the little silver chain he never takes off, key swinging over his chest as he turns the car. He looks good, appealing even. If Jean dares to show up with a girl, she won’t consider you to have downgraded, that’s for sure.

You consider your own outfit, an anxious fist tightening in your stomach at the thought of seeing Jean for the first time as an ex. He would have hated it. Your nothing-to-the-imagination outfit is all thanks to Sasha.

You had clued Sasha in on the plan; you hoped having one more agent in on your secret would help sell the act. Sasha had gone all out, lending you an incredibly low-cut black top and some black leather pants that would have caused at least a twenty-minute argument with Jean. Had he not dumped you, you remind yourself bitterly. Sasha had insisted you borrow her all-black outfit to match Eren’s typical attire “just to be cute”. In hindsight, her enthusiasm about this whole situation should have been a red flag, but you’ve already gotten everything lined up, and it’s too late for regret.

It’s far too late for hindsight, too; you’re already ten minutes into receiving the official girlfriend treatment from Eren. He had worn you down on picking you up, opening the car door, the works. Hell, you wouldn’t be surprised if he pulled out a bouquet of roses at this point. You can hear his obnoxious tone now: Even if you’re my fake girlfriend, you’re getting the full package. Play stupid games, win stupid prizes.

Eren parallel parks smoothly on Armin’s quiet street, unusually busy with the buzz of a house party and lined with your friends’ cars. It’s Connie’s birthday, but Armin always hosts. It’s an unspoken rule at this point; you aren’t sure why he keeps volunteering, especially after Sasha had projectile vomited all over his bathroom at the last get-together, but again, dig your own grave and lie in it. You and Armin are in the same boat there.

When the car switches off, Eren takes a moment to consider you, wrapping and unwrapping his long fingers around the steering wheel, a nervous tic he’s had since high school. “You ready?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” you sigh, reaching for the door handle. Before you can wrap your hand around it, Eren leans over and pinches you harshly on the thigh. “Ow!”

“I open the door, remember?” Eren says, visibly annoyed.

You roll your eyes at him.“Isn’t this a bit much?”

“You think I’m going to be caught dead letting my ‘girlfriend’ open her own door? I have a reputation to uphold.”

You decide to bite back a snippy comment about the many girls who cried over Eren in college and cross your arms over your chest, pouting instead. “Fine.”

If Eren can be dramatic, so can you.

As naturally as if he had done it a hundred times, Eren slings his arm over your shoulders on the walk up towards the door; the weight of it, both physically and mentally, is heavier than you’re willing to acknowledge. When you catch sight of Bertholdt, Reiner, and Annie peering through the window, a flutter of nerves erupts your stomach; you reach a hand up to play with Eren’s fingers, absentmindedly spinning one of his rings and trying to sell the look as best you can. “We better pull this off.”

“It’ll be fine, just follow my lead.” Eren pulls you closer, kissing your hairline. Goosebumps rise all over your body; not at the action itself, but how disturbingly easy the affection seems to come to him. As Eren knocks on Armin’s bright red door, you pack that thought away and shove it to the back of your mind to collect dust.

“Hi…guys?” Armin’s friendly smile upon opening the door falters in confusion as he takes you in, absorbing the sight of you two intertwined on his doorstep. Armin’s wide, blue eyes flick between the two of you, and you can see the gears churning in his head, trying to make sense of how awfully close you and Eren are. Pitting your fake relationship against Armin’s intellect is the perfect first test; a nervous sweat breaks out under your skimpy outfit.

“Sup, ‘min?” Eren smiles back, the very picture of nonchalance, extending his free hand to shake Armin’s shoulder.

“Come on in.” Armin, ever polite, turns to allow for plenty of room for Eren to pull you inside. He doesn’t outright ask why Eren’s holding you, but his eyes betray his suspicions. It seems like your plan, as terrible as it is, is working. One down, a dozen or so to go.

Never dropping his arm from around your shoulders, Eren steers you into the living room where one of Connie’s favorite bands is already blasting from the speakers. Annie and Mikasa are curled up together in Armin’s recliner, hands interlocked as usual; Sasha and Connie are positioned at Armin’s bar cart, violently shaking two cocktail shakers apiece; Reiner, Bertholdt, Marco, and Jean are on the couch, arguing over something sports-related. With a sinking stomach, you notice that there’s only one unoccupied seat left in the room.

“My two favorite lovebirds!” Sasha cries, abandoning her cocktail shakers and rushing over to give you a hug. Upon Sasha’s impact, Eren drops his arm and grabs your hand that’s closest to him as a substitute, never taking his hands off of you. His actions are pointed, purposeful; every pair of eyes in the room looks between the two of you in surprise. You can practically feel a hazel-tinted laser beam burning a hole into your forehead. “You guys are so late; honeymoon phase gotcha already?”

“Laying it on a little thick, Sash,” you whisper into Sasha’s ear, cheeks burning. To your chagrin, Eren only curls his mouth in response.

“What?” Connie frowns, still shaking his drinks. “How long has that been a thing?”

You pause, your heart nearly stopping. You should have made up a story, you realize, something to explain–

“Just a few weeks.” The still-strange weight of Eren’s arm around your shoulder returns, and his jade eyes rest on you, adoration beaming through his always-cool gaze. Against your will, butterflies start dancing in your stomach; apparently Eren’s quite the actor.

“Yeah,” you jump in, grateful for Eren’s lead, “we just wanted to feel it out before we told everyone, that’s all.”

“Sasha knew.” Mikasa raises a suspicious eyebrow. Annie smirks at the two of you, a knowing look on her face.

“It’s about time.” Marco appears from the kitchen with a huge bowl of tortilla chips in one hand and salsa in the other. “Good for you guys.”

You can’t help yourself, finally meeting Jean’s eyes. He’s openly scowling at you, which is to be expected; where Eren is a criminally smooth liar, Jean wears his heart on his sleeve. You recognize that face all too well: anger to mask heartbreak, the same face he wore when you used to fight. For the first time, it occurs to you how cruel this plan might be, how Jean might react to you moving on with a mutual friend. Guilt washes over you, cold and heavy.

“Thanks for giving me a heads-up before you moved in on my fucking girlfriend, Jaeger,” Jean snips, taking a long swallow of his beer.

The guilt drops away from you as quickly as your jaw; you’ve forgotten what a prick Jean can be. Eren has been slowly guiding you over to the singular remaining seat throughout the conversation, and after Jean’s comment, he tugs you down firmly onto his lap. He rubs a large palm over your thigh, a blatant gesture of ownership.

“Not your girlfriend anymore, Kirschstein.” You can hear the distinct note of pride ringing through his voice, hear the nasty look leveled at Jean without turning to face him. It’s been fifteen minutes of fake dating, car ride included, and you can already feel the friendship line blurring. Your head spins.

“Anyway,” Armin, ever the gracious host, interrupts, breaking the awkward tension that has settled over the room, “what bar does everyone want to head out to later? Connie gets the first pick, being the birthday boy.”

The conversation in the room picks back up into a familial bickering over the evening’s next destination. All of your friends have become accustomed to the occasional awkward moment over the years now that some of you have begun to couple up; Mikasa and Annie especially are notorious for bickering like an old married couple, no matter who’s around.

“I need a drink,” you murmur to Eren, moving to stand.

“Do you mind getting me one, babe? Don’t want to lose our seat.” Eren pecks you on the cheek, smiling up at you as if everything about your situation right now is normal, natural for him. Jean’s eyes follow you every step of the way, and your face burns.

Over the years you’ve been friends with him, it’s never been lost on you that Eren’s attractive, not after the dozens of women he ran through in his college years. Peeking over your shoulder now, however, feels like you’re seeing him for the first time, seeing him the way the world sees him. Heavy-set dark brows frame his bright eyes beautifully, his jaw’s grown sharp and severe, and his lips are soft and pouty, stretching into a wicked smirk with sharp canines. He had grown into a heartbreaker, and he’s your best friend and now fake boyfriend– you swat away your private admiration as soon as it comes, taking a deep breath to center yourself and rifling through the bar cart in a daze.

“Want me to make you one?” Sasha waves a bright red concoction under your nose. “Connie and I made them- it has three different types of liquor in it, and you can’t taste any of it!”

One sip of the tiny cocktail straw has your nose wrinkling in disgust. You’ve worked behind a bar since the day you turned twenty-one, and the drink Sasha’s offering you tastes like an overly-syruped nightmare. “Um…no, that’s okay Sash. I’ll probably just stick to beer.”

Connie sticks his tongue out at you. “Boring!”

Predictably, Sasha pouts. “Okay, but we’re definitely making you take a shot. We can chill it in the kitchen, want to help me get some ice?”

Holding up a bottle of tequila, she cocks her head toward the kitchen and wobbles her eyebrows madly. You almost laugh; anyone who can’t pick up on a hint from Sasha is walking around with earplugs and their eyes closed.

“Fine. Let me just grab Eren a beer, and I’ll meet you in there.”

“Ugh, couples,” Connie rolls his eyes, wandering over to fiddle with the dusty karaoke machine that Armin claims broke years ago. You’ve always been dubious as to the truth of that, but knowing your friends, you can’t blame him.

Opening the cooler, you smile to yourself; Armin remembered your favorite IPA from the brewery down the road and stocked the cooler accordingly, nestling a few Hazy Daze’s between Reiner and Bertholdt’s domestics. You pick your way through the haphazard seating arrangements back over to Eren, holding a cold Budweiser bottle towards him. He pauses in his conversation with Reiner, grabbing your hand that holds the beer and removing it from your hand, bringing your knuckles to his lips, brushing them over in a light kiss. He looks you up and down lecherously as he does it, a dangerous curve to his lips.

You return a weak half-smile, doing your best to not appear outwardly shaken by Eren’s behavior and keep the what the fuck? thoughts from showing plainly on your face. Eren waves you off to the kitchen with a light pat on your bottom, innocent as ever.

“How’s it going?” Sasha asks, safe now in the privacy of the kitchen. Her face is already full-flush with excitement and that awful cocktail she was sipping.

“I mean, it seems like everyone’s buying it. Jean looks pissed, though.”

“What were you expecting? He’s always thought Eren had a thing for you.”

“Everyone thinks Eren has a thing for me,” you roll your eyes, “at least it’s working in my favor now.”

Sasha fixes you with a glare, wobbling slightly. “If you don’t think Eren actually has a thing for you, you must be blind. Deaf, too.”

“Sasha–”

“I mean, even if you hadn’t told me, I would have fallen for it. Is it not, like, weird for you guys? That it’s just natural for you two to–” Sasha burps, interrupting herself, and giggles. “Just makes ya think.”

“Sasha!” Connie calls from the living room. “Let’s do Eye of the Tiger first!”

“Woo!” Sasha shouts, abandoning you and running into the room to take part in the newly-revived karaoke festivities.

You stand alone in the kitchen, shell-shocked by Sasha’s observations. The truly irritating thing is that she’s entirely right. Not only do Eren’s little kisses here and there, the constant touching, even the pet names come naturally, it almost feels…nice. It’s as easy for you to receive his affection as it is for him to give it. You peek around the corner, grimacing at Sasha and Connie’s amplified wailing, just wanting to look at him. Really look at him.

Kicked back, beer in hand and jacket thrown over the back of his chair, Eren oozes charisma. Even doing nothing but holding a conversation with Mikasa, the room gravitates around him. Jean’s angry glare never leaves him; Armin has switched to drinking Budweiser, even though you know he hates it; Annie’s nodding along with whatever Eren’s saying; even Sasha and Connie are angling their performance around him, alternating between singing together and holding their microphones towards him, trying to elicit a reaction. He has this undeniable magnetic force, one that you aren’t exempt from.

You’d met him nearly a decade ago, in high school, and initially couldn’t stand him. His hair-trigger temper had hardly cooled with age, and his ego had gotten unthinkably larger, but you grew to find both of them charming– to a degree. One thing led to another, and before you knew it, Eren was the one cleaning you up and getting you drunk after every bad breakup, introducing you to all of your favorite sports teams and lending you jerseys for the games; hell, he even read that smutty fairy fantasy series you’d been obsessed with in college. Had the man you attempted Star Wars marathons with until you both fell asleep really looked like that the entire time?

He catches your stare, beckoning you over with one long, crooked finger. As his girlfriend for the night, you have to obey, even though you would much rather roll your eyes at the cliche.

“Missed you,” he mumbles as you sit back on his lap, breath hot against the shell of your ear.

“You too,” you respond accordingly, wrapping your arm lovingly around his shoulder. Eren’s eyes flit down to your cleavage, but knowing him, it’s impossible to discern if it’s part of the act, or Eren being himself.

His hands rest comfortably over the casing of your pants, one on your thigh and one on the small of your back, one thumb rubbing circles into your soft flesh. Reveling in the drag of his rings over your clothed body, you couldn’t help but wonder how they’d feel on your bare skin, on your throat, on your–

Surprising yourself at the dirty direction of your thoughts, you swallow your beer too quickly, coughing. Eren, who had coincidentally been taking a sip at the same time, laughs at you mid-sip, choking beside you and spraying beer out of his nose.

The entire room bursts into laughter; Eren regains his composure and joins in good-naturedly. You giggle along, relief coursing over your body. Sure, Eren might look a little extra handsome tonight and be a bit touchy because you asked him to, but he’s still Eren.

“They’re practically in sync already.” Hitch, Marco’s girlfriend who had apparently joined the party while Sasha and you were in the kitchen, rests her face on her hand dreamily.

“It’s a little freaky,” Annie observes with narrowed eyes, but the slight curve of her lip betrays her. Not only were they believing your little farce, but they were happy for you. That’s enough to make you flush a little, realizing how naturally everyone’s just accepted your fake relationship. Everyone but one person, at least.

Jean suddenly stands, ripping a beer from the cooler and storming into the kitchen. The laughter dies as quickly as it had come, everyone exchanging nervous looks.

“I’ll go talk to him,” Eren offers, nudging you off of his lap. You blanch.

“Eren, I don’t know if you should-”

“It’s fine,” Eren drops a soft peck on your forehead, walking away before you can stop him. You meet Mikasa’s eyes, wide and concerned. To everyone else, Eren’s walking calmly, not a hint of aggression in his gait. But you know him, know him well enough to catch the anger simmering in his eyes, quiet, but there.

Jean and Eren have always been friends, albeit reluctant ones at first, but too similar where it counted not to get along. That had abruptly come to a halt when you had fallen for Jean. At first Eren had been confused, but over time that confusion had melted into constant irritation. Jean and you were wrong for one another, you know that in hindsight, but at the time, you had chalked all the fighting up to a passionate relationship. The constant tears had driven Eren nearly to a breaking point; multiple times you had begged him not to bring his frustration to physical blows. And now, your fake-boyfriend slash best friend and ex-boyfriend with the two worst tempers out of everyone you know are “talking”. You bite down hard on the inside of your cheek to keep the worry in your chest.

“Are you alright?” The question comes from Armin, who’s placed a steadying hand on your shoulder. “I’m sorry that Jean isn’t taking the news well.”

“There’s no news,” Mikasa says low enough for none of the others to hear over the music, now standing directly behind Armin.

A neat little cross appears between Armin’s eyebrows. “They’re-”

“Faking,” she interrupts Armin, “they aren’t dating.”

Armin stammers, trying to correct her and apologize to you for her at the same time, but you just sigh. “How’d you know?”

“One of you would have told me,” she shrugs, “or at least I’d like to think you would.”

“It’s just…I couldn’t bear to show up alone, not with Jean here and apparently sleeping around since the breakup.” You cross your arms over your chest, grabbing your own shoulders tightly. It’s your fault, you know it is, but you had only wanted to feel a little less pathetic, a little less heartbroken. Drama had been an unfortunate and unexpected side effect.

“Why would Eren agree to that? It seems silly,” Armin muses, noticing your glare and immediately turning bright red, “I- I don’t mean you’re silly, just, you shouldn’t-”

“You know.” Mikasa bumps him. The slightest hint of a smile plays on her face, a knowing look directed at you. You frown, trying to look confused through the pink rising to your face.

A loud crash from the kitchen catches all of your attention, saving you from an uncomfortable line of conversation but making your heart beat that much faster. Dashing to the kitchen door, the entire house party hot on your heels, your thundering heart sinks.

Eren has Jean pinned up against Armin’s cabinets, forearm tight against the other man’s neck. Jean’s still seething at Eren, raw ego washing against the cool anger blazing in Eren’s eyes.

“Need to learn how to watch your fucking mouth, Kirschstein–”

“Eren!” Your voice is surprisingly firm, given the nauseating mixture of embarrassment, confusion, and panic swirling in your stomach. “Let him go!”

“Do you want to tell her what you said, or should I?” Eren hisses, nudging into Jean further. Jean’s eyes dart to you, back to Eren, and for a fleeting moment, you have hope that maybe this all can be resolved peacefully. And then Jean makes a fatal mistake.

He spits directly in Eren’s face.

Just as Eren swings, Reiner collides with the two, just barely catching Eren by his forearm before he can make contact with Jean’s cheek. Bertholdt, as always, is Reiner’s shadow, grabbing Eren by the shoulders and wrenching him away from Jean. It takes Connie, Reiner, Marco, and Bertholdt to restrain both of them, Armin standing in the middle and shouting how ridiculous the fight is above the curses.

“It’s my fucking birthday, Jean, come on bro!” Connie growls, pinning Jean to the cabinets with his back.

“Jaeger- back off!” Reiner manages to pull him back a few inches, hardly able to contain Eren, who’s struggling furiously, in his massive arms. Jean finally relents, slouching into the multiple arms holding him back. After several seconds, Eren does the same, never taking his eyes off of Jean. Into the shocked silence, Armin bravely speaks first.

“Maybe we should leave,” he suggests awkwardly, “take the party elsewhere.”

You pity him, poor Armin and his hosting inclination. Eren finally turns to face you. The wrath laid bare in his eyes sends a chill over your body.

“We are,” he spits, sparing Jean one last threatening glance before storming over, grabbing you harshly by the wrist, and practically dragging you towards the door.

“Eren, wait–” you try to reason with him and dig your heels in, but it’s fruitless. Eren’s strong, stronger than you, and you don’t stand a chance stopping him now that his mind’s made up.

He doesn’t drop the act at the car, ripping your car door open, waiting impatiently for you to step into your seat, and slamming the door behind you. As soon as he turns the ignition, the same angry rock music you had listened to on the way over blasts from the speakers; Eren makes no move to turn it down and neither do you. After so many years together, his temper rarely scares you anymore; it’s more of a nuisance than anything when it flares. You stare out of the window, seething with anger, arms crossed and foot tapping.

Five minutes into the drive, you realize Eren isn’t taking you to your house, but to his. What he’s thinking, you can’t be sure, but you go ahead and start making your plans to give him an earful and call your Uber the moment you get there. You just can’t wrap your mind around why he would attack Jean and embarrass you like that– Eren may have been a hothead, but rarely did he let his temper escalate to that degree, especially against a friend.

Eren whips his car into the driveway, parking with such force you nearly knock your head against the headrest. You reach for your door handle, ready to throw it open, but Eren’s faster. He hits the child lock button and slams his own door behind him, storming around the car.

“The fucking child lock button?” You leap out of your seat once he’s opened your door, glaring up at him with your fists curled by your sides. “Is that what I am, Eren, a child?”

“Come inside.” Eren’s voice is low, dangerous. You’re too angry to indulge his temper.

“No,” you snap, “I’m going home.”

No sooner have you pulled your phone out to call an Uber than Eren snatches it from you, sliding it into his pocket. He repeats himself, more forceful this time. “Come inside.”

You stand rooted to the spot for a beat, so angry you aren’t sure what you want to do more: run home, punch him, or kick his precious car headlight in. Eren simply glares down his strong nose at you, face unreadable as ever, rage still glittering in his eyes.

“Come inside, please,” Eren repeats himself again through gritted teeth. You decide you’ll indulge him and go inside, hear him out, and then punch him. At least it’ll catch him off guard, and you’ll have a better chance of getting your shot in. Without another word, you stomp up the walkway to his house, into the house, and into the kitchen, shoving your shoes off. Stupid fucking kitchens, you think to yourself, kicking your bare foot against the base of his kitchen island. Immature, but the little burst of violence feels good.

Whether Eren’s house smells like him or Eren smells like his house you’ve never been able to decide. The distinct scent of him envelops you: a boyish, sharp smell, laced with a hint of the weed he kept in the living room. Ordinarily it’s a comforting smell, but tonight, it nearly makes you sick with irritation. Fighting with Eren is something you do rarely, but you know the both of you well enough to buckle down. Arguing with Eren means you have a long, nasty, and emotionally gutting night ahead of you. You’re more than ready, fists shaking by your side.

“What the hell was that, Eren?”

He doesn’t answer, swinging the fridge open and grabbing a beer. He twists the top, tossing it aside carelessly and taking a healthy swig, bun bouncing on the back of his head, making no move to acknowledge your presence.

“Answer me!” Your voice rattles the cabinets. “Yeah, was the fake dating a stupid idea? Sure, fine, it was stupid, but starting a fucking fight with Jean on poor Connie’s birthday–”

“You didn’t hear what he said,” Eren says simply, still chugging his beer and avoiding your gaze.

“What could he have said to make you do that? What was so awful that you had to–”

“It was about you.” Eren finally brings his eyes to yours, staring you down through the little hairs that have escaped his bun with such intensity that it nearly knocks you clean on your ass.

Your heart stutters. “You– what did he say?”

“Told me if I wanted to taste your ‘slutty pussy’ so bad, I could just smell his breath. S’why he spit in my face.” Eren’s fingers wrap and unwrap around the beer bottle anxiously.

Your mouth drops agape, tears immediately springing to your eyes. No, you set your resolve, praying your body cooperates. “He…he said that?”

“Why didn’t you tell me you’d been fucking him?” Eren spares you another scalding look. Your temper flares at his anger, one fire against another.

“Excuse me?”

“Don’t play dumb,” Eren snaps, “this whole thing was your idea. What am I to you, just some toy you can dangle in front of your pussyboy ex boyfriend? How long have you been fucking him?”

“I haven’t been fucking him,” you hiss, “he lied because he was jealous. And you’re not some toy, you’re– you’re my best friend. I needed you.”

Eren freezes, eyeing you across the kitchen. His expression has changed, infinitesimally so, a pinch of the fury fading from his face but none of the heat. It strikes you that in the years you’ve known him, he’s never looked at you like this before, not once. “Say it again.”

“You’re my–”

“The other thing.”

“I needed you.”

“Again.”

“I needed– fuck, Eren, what is this? Some kind of game?”

He stalks toward you, silhouetted by the light behind him and looking sinful, closing you in. He’s forceful and shameless as he backs you into the counter, as quintessentially Eren as he can be. “Say it one more time.”

“I…needed you,” you indulge him, brain slowing down to pick up each little detail. His cologne– when did he start wearing cologne?– musky and thick in the air, one of his tattoos peeking above the collar of his shirt, the tangible sensation of emerald eyes dragging along every inch of you.

“I like the way you say that,” his tongue darts out, wetting his lips. You stare blatantly. His mouth is red, pouty, and full, bottom lip a little chapped from where he was chewing it in the car. “That you need me.”

Words are lost on you; even if you could gather something to say, it would probably get stuck in your throat the moment it materialized. His presence is choking you. He brings one of those massive hands up, cupping your jaw, running a thumb over your lip. His posture, looming over you, is demanding, almost hungry.

“Do you still?”

“Still?”

“Need me.”

You blink, eyes still watery. “How?”

“You’re a smart girl,” Eren murmurs, hot breath laced with beer fanning over your face, “you know. You’ve always known.”

You do know. When he ghosted a hand over your thighs at the bar, when you fell asleep on his chest watching a movie, the way he had kissed your head, nearly fought Jean, protected you at every twist and turn. You had kept it relegated to the recesses of your brain, slid a hand between your legs and allowed it to simmer to the surface, maybe for a moment, before pushing it back down. You had always known. He has you on the edge of a cliff, and with a thin gasp, you understand him now: he wants you to jump. And so do you.

“I still need you. Now.”

Something critical snaps in both of you. The countertop digs into your lower back, a beautiful, aching pain blooming up your spine to meet the sting of his teeth sinking into your bottom lip. He’s kissing you; this magnetic, maddening man is kissing you, hard. It’s all tongue and teeth, fingers wrapping in hair, hands exploring familiar places in a new way. Greedy, demanding sounds slip through his teeth as he paws at your clothes, squeezes your curves through the silken shirt Sasha had lent you.

“This shirt is ridiculous,” Eren pants into your mouth, “wish I wasn’t about to rip it off of you.”

A little whimper leaves your mouth at that, and your knees buckle. Eren catches you, grabbing you by your torso and lifting you up onto the kitchen counter; you use the extra height to wrap your legs around his hips. A groan from deep in Eren’s chest rumbles against your lips as he rolls his clothed cock insistently against you. The low, simmering heat in your stomach catches fire; he’s big, even through both of your pants, rubbing himself into where you need him most. A hand creeps up your neck, grabbing a fistful of hair and forcing you to look up at him. It hits you how large he is; six feet and some change of taut, corded muscle, bad intentions, temptation.

His voice is quiet and controlled, so close to your face that his nose moves against yours as he speaks. “I’m going to take you to my room. If that’s not okay with you, I need you to say it right now.”

You nod urgently, relishing the burn in your scalp where he holds your hair tight. “I want it- want you.”

Eren slides you off of the kitchen counter and holds you firmly around his waist, making a beeline for his room. You mouth at his neck, enjoying the little grunts he makes against your ear. You drop unceremoniously onto the bed, left to watch as he tears off his shirt.

Oh, and do you watch. It’s difficult to comprehend that your best friend is the man standing above you. You’ve seen him shirtless countless times, but not like this: chest heaving, covered in a thin sheen of sweat, muscles flexing as he reaches for your shirt, ripping it from you and tossing it away. Your eyes draw towards the defined v leading down beneath his jeans, and you wonder how it might taste under your tongue.

Your bra comes next, Eren moving down to take your lips in his again as he deals with the clasp. He pushes you onto your back, kissing down your neck, sneaking harsh bites in between the gentle presses of his lips.

“Careful, Eren– you’ll leave marks,” you gasp, pulling at his hair.

“Good,” Eren replies against your neck, emphasizing his point with another deep bite to your neck, “you wanted everyone to think I was your little boyfriend, didn’t you? Let them see.” 

Your panties grow damp and hot against your core at that; you have no other response than to choke out a stunted moan.

“Fuck, you have no idea,” he growls, traveling down, teeth scraping the top of your breast, “what you do to me. How long I’ve wanted you.”

Your mind falters, caught in the crosswires of Eren’s confession and the way you’re clutching his head to your breasts, fingers desperately threaded in his dark hair and pulling him as close as you could get him. His mouth is so hot it burns, even against your feverish skin. 

“Remember…” Eren muses, mouthing his way down your stomach, “remember college? When you’d wear those slutty little dresses out?”

“I remember,” you breathe, impatient and urging him towards your lower half.

“Used to come home from the bar and jerk myself off, thinking about this sweet little cunt,” Eren tears your pants down your legs, panties following, “could practically see it in those short ass dresses. I’d cum thinking about how you’d sound when I stuck my tongue in it.”

A lewd whine rips out of your throat before you can stop it. Eren’s pressing your thighs open now, and his words and the quick little swipes he’s making across your clit are making you dizzy.

“Fuck…” Eren trails off, eyes wide, “got such a pretty pussy. Just look at you.”

“Eren, please,” you’ve never been the begging type, but the bright green eyes peering up at you from where your legs are propped open by broad, strong shoulders take your sense away.

“I’ve got you,” he shushes you, grinning as he leans into your center. A thick stripe of a lick up the center elicits a groan from you both. “So fucking sweet. Knew you would be.”

Eren hooks his arms around your legs, dragging you down the bed to be flush with his face. Eren’s no amateur when it comes to women, you know that, but you had never dared to let yourself imagine what that might translate to in practice.

He licks little figure-eights around your clit, not quite hitting it; he’s teasing you, the antagonist that he is. You tremble under him, little gasps and whimpers puffing out of your lips. Eren smiles contentedly against your pussy, nose flush with your clit, nudging against it rhythmically as he licks through your folds, circling your entrance. You bring your hands down your body, grabbing a fistful of dark hair and pulling him closer to you; you don’t even know what you want, the singular word more ringing in your head like a church bell.

Eren chuckles. “You need something?”

“Stop fucking with me,” you breathe, inwardly cringing at the desperation in your voice, laid bare for him to see. You brace yourself, looking down to meet his eyes, and instantly regret it. The anger has faded entirely from his face, replaced by an unyielding hunger. A wet, wicked smile plays at his mouth; you can physically feel your cunt dripping just at the sight of him.

“You want me to stop fucking with you?”

“Please, Eren, I need you–”

“That’s all you had to say.”

And then, like he does with everything else in his life, Eren licks into you like his life depends on it, like he’s trying to drown himself in you. His tongue pushes in and out of your hole, swirling around your clit, and you can distantly hear the most obscene sounds you’ve ever heard slipping from your mouth. He’s so good, better than you’ve had in years; you throw your head back against the bedspread, hardly able to focus on breathing.

Just when you think it can’t get any more intense, Eren slides one long finger inside of you, curling it against a spongy spot in your walls that makes you see stars. He chuckles at the loud, long moan that you let out.

“My girl likes being full, doesn’t she?” He pumps his finger slowly, testing your limits. Your walls clutch down on him, begging.

“M-more,” you stutter, barely able to form a coherent word through your panting.

“What was that?” You can hear the shit-eating grin on his face.

“I need– fuck– I need more.”

“Magic word?”

“Please, Eren, fuck!”

“Good, good girl,” he coos, pushing another finger into you, “so sweet and needy for me, yeah?”

Your eyes fly open at the stretch, the fullness of his fingers moving inside you. His other hand comes up to push on your lower stomach; your head snaps up, and you frown at him, panicked.

“W-what are you– oh,” you hate yourself for it, but you can’t even speak as he applies pressure onto your abdomen. You feel strange; it’s just right and too much all at once. The familiar bubble of an impending orgasm swells in the pit of your stomach, but it’s more intense, wetter than you’ve ever felt it. 

“Close?”

“Mhm,” you force out through gritted teeth. Eren moves his elbow slightly, just enough to bear down on your hip bone where you’re pushing your hips up towards him unwittingly. “But it- it feels weird…I, I can’t–”

“Sh,” he murmurs, mouth back against your clit, “you can do it, just for me, I know you can. It’s going to feel so good, you’ll see.”

Your eyes roll back in your head as you teeter on the precipice, blood roaring in your ears. You want to, you need to–

“Cum all over my fucking face baby, give it to me.”

The band in you snaps, your eyes rolling back into your head. You can feel your cunt spasming around his fingers, pushing something out. Liquid sprays from you, all over Eren’s face, soaking the sheets beneath you. You can’t even hear the lewd sounds coming out of your mouth, too surprised at the gushing orgasm. It finally winds down, and once you gather the energy, you shove insistently at his hand still pumping in and out of your sensitive pussy.

“You have the messiest little cunt,” Eren chuckles at you, wiping his face and kissing his way back up to your gasping mouth, “knew you were a squirter.”

He lands a few gentle taps against your sore pussy, and you flinch. 

“I–I’ve never…” you take a shaky breath in between every word, “never done that before.”

Pride illuminates his face. “Really? I knew you could do it– just for me, right?”

You nod, sitting up on trembling elbows. “Your cock, I– I want it in my mouth. Please let me.”

You reach down to fumble with the button of his jeans, but Eren grabs your wrist, pulling your hand up to kiss it gently. “Next time. I’d never forgive myself if I busted before I got to fuck you.”

Too overwhelmed to answer, you simply nod again, sitting back as he shimmies his pants off. Once you catch sight of it, your mouth waters. He’s big, bigger than you thought, wide enough to where your fingers wouldn’t touch if you grabbed it, and long enough to make you gag. The thought goes straight between your legs, cunt still throbbing and clutching around nothing, and a rush of anticipation washes over you.

Eren flips you over onto your stomach, shoving a couple of pillows underneath your hips to prop your ass up. “Christ,” he exhales, landing a sharp smack to your ass.

“Please, Eren- oh!” You jump; Eren’s circling your asshole, using the mess you’ve already made as lube to pop the tip of his thumb in. “Eren…”

“You’d let me fuck you there, one day, I bet,” he mutters, more to himself than to you, you think. Your body tenses in response, the memory of your first glance at his cock fresh in your mind. Eren swears under his breath. “Maybe next time, then.”

You hear him spit, hear the slick sounds of him lathering himself up. You have a brief moment to think to yourself, with the last glimmering shreds of consciousness in your orgasm-dazed mind, that this is Eren. This is your best friend, pinning you to the bed by the back of your neck, rubbing your lower back, admiring you, fucking you. And then the head of his cock is pressing into you, and that last little bit of hesitation gives way.

“Oh, baby,” Eren bends over you to growl in your ear, “never gonna forgive you for keeping this perfect pussy from me all these years.”

“Eren, it’s so– oh my god,” you trail off, eyes rolling back into your head as a few more inches of him sink into you. The way your body stretches for him, the way he fills you, is unbelievable, sweetened by just the slightest burning sensation.

“Fuck,” he hisses, pressing his forehead into the back of your neck, “you feel so fucking good. Best I’ve ever had.”

You whine at that, pushing your hips back into his and forcing him to bottom out. Eren swears against your skin, nearly collapsing on top of you. Your cunt pulses around him, desperately trying to hold him. You can hardly fathom the weight of him inside you; you’re just so full, the word runs through your mind on a loop.

And when he rolls his hips into yours– you nearly start praying. He drags against your walls so nicely, you nearly cum again then and there. He works up a torturously slow rhythm, grinding his hips into yours. You bite down hard on your bottom lip, trying your hardest to suppress the obscene groan about to leave your mouth. You taste blood.

“Never giving this pussy up,” Eren grunts above you, “never letting you give this to anybody else again. It’s mine, isn’t it?”

You nod into the pillow beneath your head, tears pricking at your eyes. He’s picking up the pace now, and the exquisite push-and-pull rhythm of Eren moving inside of you coupled with the fact that it’s Eren moving inside of you is destroying any semblance of intelligent conversation you can muster.

“Say it’s mine,” his face is beside yours now. A hand grabs your hair, turning your face towards him. You know how dazed you must look, mouth open in a permanent gasp, eyes watery and full of hearts. “God, you look fucking incredible. Say it.”

“My…my pussy is,” you swallow hard around the delicious knot of shame in your throat, “yours. It’s yours.”

“That’s my girl,” Eren sits back up, thrusting even faster, “my pussy, my girl. Isn’t that right?”

“Yes,” you pant, canting your hips back against his, feeling your next orgasm approach embarrassingly fast. Eren understands, already knows your body as well as he knows you, and moves the angle of his hips just so to hit that spot he had found so quickly with his fingers earlier. You keen, drooling into the pillow, letting him fuck you stupid.

Eren shoves you over the edge for the second time that night. It’s toe curling, almost violent in nature, the way you cum around him, listening to him hiss as you tighten around him, vice-like. He fucks you through your orgasm for just long enough to see you through it, and flips you onto your back the moment you begin to twitch and shove at his hips, desperate for a break.

You slowly blink your eyes open in surprise, letting the tears roll down your cheeks, expecting to see Eren lining himself up, ready to fuck you senseless once more. Instead, he’s studying you, wiping a tear from your face, licking it off of his finger. There’s a moment happening here, an important one, one you don’t have the mental capacity to absorb right now.

“I want to see you now,” Eren says quietly, “need to see your pretty face when I cum, m’kay?”

You nod dumbly, not knowing how to respond to him in the thick air hanging between you. Before Eren can get any more words out of his open mouth, a loud ring startles you both.

Your phone is buzzing on the floor where it fell from Eren’s pocket; the name on the screen nearly stops your heart. Jean.

You stare into Eren’s eyes, a long, silent beat passes between you both. Your hazy mind is scrambling, grasping at anything you can say to take his mind off of the awkward interruption, but to your surprise, Eren cracks a grin. It’s a wicked grin, prettier than the devil himself and twice as evil.

“Your other boyfriend calling? Checking up on you?”

“He’s not my-”

“Better not be. Not after what I did to you tonight,” Eren’s voice drips with ego. Something in his eyes is territorial, carnal.

You find your words, but they come out quiet. “He’s not. Never again.”

Eren’s grin grows darker. He’s nudging your knees apart with his own, reaching down and pulling one of your legs to wrap around his waist. He’s pushing himself in now, the ringing of your phone fading into the background as the all-encompassing stretch of Eren inside you takes over your thoughts.

“Such a good girl,” he coos, thumbing at your bottom lip, “such a good mouth. Always telling me what I want to hear.”

You nod again, urgently this time, pulling your other leg up to hook them around his waist, hold him inside you, make sure he never leaves again. You’re addicted already; addicted to the pressure in your abdomen, addicted to the way his tip kisses your cervix, addicted to the taste of his sweat as you lick a strip of it from his face, cheekbone to temple.

“I…” you aren’t sure how to articulate how good it is, how good he is. A defeated laugh of your own making interrupts you. “You feel so fucking good. I feel so fucking good right now.”

“God, just look at you, all fucked out for me. You love it, don’t you?” Eren kisses your forehead, face to face with you after propping his elbows on either side of your face. “Love how I fuck you like a whore, don’t you? Tell me, baby.”

“I love it,” your voice is quivering, and you’re vaguely aware of tears streaming down your face. You’re overstimulated, you at least know that, but he just feels so good that asking him to stop seems more painful than letting him keep hammering into you.

“My pretty baby, you’re so fucking perfect,” Eren rambles, “so pretty when you cry for me.”

You can’t break away from his gaze, not through the tears or the rapid-fire speed of him fucking into you. Your legs are shaking so badly you can barely hold them up; Eren’s letting a flurry of little grunts and groans fly out, grabbing onto your cheek with one hand.

“Gonna cum soon,” he huffs, hips still pistoning into you hard enough to hurt, “gonna cum in your pussy, really make it mine, okay?”

“Okay,” you whimper, clamping down on him at the mere thought of it.

“Fuck, you like that don’t you?” He seethes against your forehead, thrusts beginning to falter. “You want to be mine? Want this pretty cunt stuffed full of my cum?”

You can feel him getting closer now, sloppy thrusts punching into your cervix, the ache of bruises forming on your inner thighs as he uses you, chasing his orgasm. You force your eyes open, meeting bright, hypnotizing green. Your voice is going to break, you know it, you hate it, you love him for it. “I– I want to be yours. P-please cum in me Eren, I need it.”

He slams into you one last time, holding his hips as tightly to yours as he can manage, cumming deep inside you with a breathless curse. You arch your back, relishing the feel of his cum in you, warm and filling. Even in your fucked-out mind, you know it’s a lot; you can feel the drip of it, seeping out around his cock and down onto the sheets. The leaden collapse of his body into yours, the gradual softening of him inside you, grounds you, pulling you down from the clouds and back into the bed.

It’s Eren on top of you, sweaty skin clinging to yours, his cum that you begged him for leaking out of your abused pussy. Your eyes shoot open. He’s incredibly heavy, your breath still coming out in short puffs as you try to catch it. He slides out of you; one last pitiful whimper leaving your lips as you find yourself empty.

“Holy shit,” Eren breathes out into the tension, a humorless and exhausted laugh punctuating his statement. As he rolls off of you, you’re overcome with the urge to smack him.

“That’s one way of putting it.” You scrounge around in the bed, trying to find the edge of the sheets to cover yourself with. Eren lays beside you, arm tossed over his eyes, as if the entire axis of your friendship hadn’t just flipped on its head. After a beat, you speak your mind, testing the waters. “I should probably call Jean back.”

That catches his attention. Eren sits up, scowling at you. “Why?”

“Maybe he wants to apologize.”

Eren snorts, rolling off of the bed and pulling you up with him, bridal-style; you aren’t sure where he’s taking you, but all the fight’s been fucked out of you, and you melt into his arms, eyes falling closed. “Who fucking cares?”

“I might,” you answer quietly, adjusting to the heat radiating off of his body. When your eyes open, you realize he’s carrying you to the bathroom to clean you up. Your heart thuds sadly in your chest, overcome with so many emotions you couldn’t begin to name them if you tried. You almost want to cry again, for a different reason now.

Eren sits you on the toilet, not responding to your small confession. He drops to his knees before you, reaches a long arm behind him over to the fixtures on his obscenely large bathtub, pushing the plug in and turning the water on. You draw your knees up to your chest, suddenly feeling incredibly exposed. Satisfied with the water temperature, Eren turns back to you, one hand placed firmly on each of your kneecaps.

“You don’t need him,” he says, solemn as you’ve ever seen him, “and from what I saw tonight, you don’t even want him. You know that now, right?”

There’s something about the way he says it, a hidden thread of pleading woven into his words. Your exhausted brain holds onto that, but your heart refuses to believe in it, broken and beating wildly in your chest.

“I just–”

“I meant it, you know,” Eren avoids your direct gaze, eyes flitting over every feature on your face, “I’ve been thinking about this for a long time. Meant every word of it.”

You pause, wondering absentmindedly if he can hear the pounding of your pulse. “Really?”

“We don’t need to get into it now,” he shrugs, “but you know that. You know I’d do anything for you. You know I’d treat you well. ‘M not a bad guy.”

Your chest aches. “I know, but Eren–”

“So that wasn’t the best sex you’ve ever had in your life?” He fixes you with a singular, raised eyebrow, so serious that you giggle in his face.

“You might have me there.”

“Better than horseface?”

“Watch it.”

The light returns to his eyes; it loosens a hard little piece in your chest, flooding you with warmth. It hits you just how much you love that little sparkle amongst the green, just how much you would give to see it as often as you can. “We won’t talk about it, for now at least. I’ll get us cleaned up, and we can go watch–”

“Mamma Mia,” you blurt, hopeful.

“No fucking shot. But we can watch something else of your choosing, if you let me eat you out again.”

“Eren!” You smack his shoulder, scandalized. Both of you laugh; your fake outrage is twice as funny considering the state of you right now, smeared makeup and bruises on your neck.

He grins crookedly back at you. “That’s not a no.”

OMG I love your party idea it's so cool!! how about "slow down baby" by Christina Aguilar for Eren Yeager 💓💓 one of my favs

Slow Down Baby

Slow down baby and don't act crazy, don't you know you can look all you want but you just can't touch

Pairing: Eren Jaeger x f!reader

Rating: Explicit – MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Word Count: ~2.4k

cw: modern-day au, mutual masturbation, voyeurism, implications of cheating, cheating, sex toy use (vibrator), dirty talk, pet names (good girl, princess)

Summary: Your boyfriend Jean is working late again, and you can’t help but be suspicious that there’s something nefarious happening behind your back. Pent up from not seeing him this whole week, you take this alone time to treat yourself to some much-needed self-care. 

Eren Jaeger knows that his friend is cheating on you, and he hates it. You don’t deserve it, not one bit. When Jean asks him to do a favor to try to cover up his infidelity, Eren seriously considers telling you the truth, ultimately deciding against it because of “bro code”. But what happens when he walks in on you taking all your sexual frustrations out on a little toy? Can he really keep his mouth shut?

Author’s Note: Thank you for this request @shepnicolo! Love me some Xtina, great song for the y2k karaoke party! This was a fun one for me, so I hope you like it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Likes, reblogs, and/or comments are always appreciated, thank you for reading everyone! MDNI banner designed by @/cafekitsune. Header image from Pinterest.

“Hey babe. Sorry, but I’m going to be at work late again tonight.” It’s already past nine in the evening when Jean calls you, informing you of this last-minute change of plans.

“Again?” He’s had overtime every day since last week. He’s also been leaving early in the mornings so by the time you wake up, he’s gone. It feels like you’ve barely seen him at all. “How about dinner?”

“Yeah, yeah. I already ate.” There’s shuffling in the background. And maybe it’s just your paranoia, but you swear you hear a woman giggling quietly beside him.

You swallow hard, asking, “Is someone with you?”

“Huh?” His tone shifts, as if you’re asking the most ridiculous question. “What do you mean?”

Immediately regretting it, you rephrase, not wanting to sound accusatory. “I was just wondering if anyone else is working overtime with you. That’s all. Didn’t want you to be lonely there.” The last statement is a lie; you sincerely hope he’s alone and not doing what you’re suspicious of.

He clears his throat nervously. “Oh. Well, yeah, there are a few people here with me, so you have nothing to worry about.” 

Too late for that, you think, listening carefully for any more clues. When you can’t hear anything else, you sigh into the phone. “Okay, sweetie. I’ll see you later then.” You wait for him to respond, but he doesn’t. Quickly, you add, “I love you – ” 

He hangs up before you can get it out completely. 

Jean had been pulling away from you for a while now. It didn’t just start with the overtime. It began over a month ago, when you noticed how glued to the phone he was while the two of you watched TV together. When you asked who he was texting, he answered, “It’s my new coworker. She’s asking some questions about work.” At the time, it didn’t raise any alarms in your head, so you dropped it. Every day, he was immersed to the screen, sometimes excusing himself to take a call outside on your balcony. You resisted every urge, every temptation to eavesdrop on his conversations, look through his text messages, interrogate him further. 

You continue to give him the benefit of the doubt. There’s no way Jean would ever cheat on you. While you haven’t been together for that long, you like to think that you know him well enough to be sure he’s a faithful boyfriend. You don’t even have proof of his infidelity. It would be unfair to accuse him of such atrocities over some silly speculation, right?

Since he’s been in the office late this entire week, the two of you haven’t had sex in what seems like forever. Pent up and frustrated, you take this time to care for yourself, since Jean’s not around to do it. It starts with a serving of your favorite dessert, then a warm bath, soothing the tense muscles in your body. You surround yourself in a comfy robe, brushing your teeth with the full intention of falling asleep as soon as you do the one thing you need to make yourself feel better tonight. 

With all the lights off, except for the dim glow of the lampshade on the nightstand, you snuggle into your bed, untying the robe so it’s splayed beneath you. Inside the drawer, you retrieve your favorite vibrator and a small bottle of lube, pouring a tiny bead on the tip. Spreading your legs wide, you smear it on yourself. Using your free hand, you navigate to your favorite dirty audio, playing it out loud. 

~~~

Eren hates this. Absolutely hates it. 

He’s driving towards your apartment with a set of keys in his pocket and a bouquet of roses sitting in the passenger seat. All because your friend is a piece of shit. 

Eren’s known for a while now that Jean is cheating on you. It started with a not-so-subtle comment in the group chat. My new coworker is fucking hot. That alone disgusted him. Connie, of course, laughed it off. Armin didn’t say anything, probably unsure how to respond at such a statement. It only went downhill from there. 

She’s got the best body omg.

 I’m in trouble now.

This is bad guys lol. 

Don’t tell the girls okay? 

Jean has always rubbed Eren the wrong way, ever since they were kids. But at least he respected him. Now, not so much. Not at all, actually. You don’t deserve this, not one bit. No one does, but especially you. And maybe the reason he can’t completely berate Jean is because Eren’s harboring a secret of his own: He’s head-over-heels for you. 

Of course, he’s never acted on it. Bro code, right? Thou shall not hook up with another bro’s girl, or whatever the unofficial rule is. But what if said bro is acting like a total asshole? And what if this bro would treat you the way you deserve and more? Then what?

It’s because of this stupid code that he finds himself in the most ridiculous, aggravating situation. Earlier in the night, Jean texted the group chat. SOS SOS SOS. Armin and Connie were both busy, so didn’t respond, leaving Eren to answer the cry for help.

Jean explains it quickly through the phone, voice all panicky and guilty. “Dude, I need you to do me the hugest favor right now. I would you owe big time if you could help me out.” Basically, he needs Eren to buy a big bouquet of roses and deliver them to your apartment, where you can see them first thing in the morning. 

“Why?” he asks, irritated by this request.

“I think she’s suspicious. So I need to do something to throw her off the scent,” he explains. Eren can already see the cocky, shit-eating grin on his face. Why is he friends with this douchebag? And why did he agree to do this? He’s complicit in this mess now, not only for keeping his friend’s infidelity a secret, but for helping him continue it. He wants so badly to tell you the truth so you can escape this relationship. At the same time, he’s supposed to have his friend’s back no matter what, even if he is being a massive prick. 

So, he decides to help his buddy out, no matter how much it’s killing him. He meets Jean at an unknown address, most likely his side chick’s place. “Dude, seriously. I owe you one,” he says, patting him on the shoulder.

Eren nods silently, not wanting to speak in case he lets his true feelings slip. Jean hands him the spare keys to your apartment. “Just sneak in and set the flowers on the kitchen counter. She won’t suspect a thing.” It takes all of Eren’s willpower not to punch him in the face, so he quickly turns around to get into his car and drive off. 

It’s almost midnight by the time he arrives to your apartment. Surely, you’re asleep by now, still completely unaware that your bastard boyfriend is cheating on you. Still, he shouldn’t meddle in your relationship, even though he wants what’s best for you, which is not Jean.

He unlocks the door quietly, tip-toeing into the kitchen to set the flowers down, as instructed. He notices your bedroom door is ajar, a faint streak of light coming from the inside, and the undeniable sounds of a man growling expletives like, Come for me, slut. Yeah, give it all to me.

His eyes widen, surprised that you’re still awake, even more so that you’re listening to something like this. Curiosity gets the best of him; he stealthily makes his way beside your door, peering through the tiny opening to get a glimpse of you. 

You’re laid out on the bed, bare and exposed, gripping a vibrator to your pussy. The sight alone is enough to put him into a frenzy. Hearing your soft whimpers from your mouth along with the electric buzz from the toy fluttering on your clit sends him into a trance that he can’t snap out of. Before he can think logically, he’s pushing against the door, making his presence known. 

~~~

“Eren!” You sit up in bed, flinging the toy off to the side, covering yourself with your robe. “What are you doing here?”

He stands before you, a crazed look in his eyes, an obvious bulge protruding from his pants. He stutters, “I’m sorry.”

“What are you doing here?” you repeat, glaring at him. 

His mouth is agape, unable to get the words out. You’re losing patience, watching him struggle to explain why he’s here, inside your home, watching you masturbate. You grab your phone, making sure to exit out of whatever filthy audio that’s still playing, fingers ready to dial your boyfriend’s number when he blurts out, “Jean is cheating on you.”

You freeze on the spot, heart sinking from having your worst fear confirmed. 

“I’m sorry,” he murmurs, staring down at his feet. “I’m so sorry.”

There are no tears in your eyes, surprisingly. Instead, your throat is heavy with emotion as you repeat for a third time, “So, what are you doing here?”

Still avoiding your gaze, he answers, “Jean thought you were catching on to him, so he asked me to bring you flowers to throw you off.” 

You can’t help but laugh, shaking your head. “Unbelievable.” Crossing your arms over your chest, you ask, “How long have you known about it?”

“A few weeks.” He looks up at you, saying your name this time. “I’m sorry you had to find out like this.”

After a deep breath, you sigh, relaxing against the headboard. “I’m sorry you’re involved in it.” You smile at him. “And I’m sorry you had to see me…you know.” Embarrassment catches up to you, heat rushing into your cheeks, aware that you’ve just been caught touching yourself with your vibrator, which is still in plain view beside you. 

He steps forward, inching closer towards the end of the bed. “Don’t apologize. You didn’t do anything wrong. Jean is a fucking asshole. You don’t deserve this.”

“What do I deserve, Eren?” You peer at him, tears welling in your eyes now, desperate for any ounce of comfort he can give to you in this moment. 

He sits near you on the edge of the bed, keeping his distance. “You deserve to be loved by someone who’s always going to treat you right. Someone who’s going to love you from head to toe.” 

“Someone like you?”

A gentle smile forms on his face. “Yeah. Someone like me.”

No matter how badly you want to close the distance between you, want to feel the love he says he can give to you, guilt holds you back. Sensing your hesitation, he scooches nearer. “Let me help you. Tell me what you want.”

Eren has always been sweet to you. Too sweet, in fact. You’ve always gotten the sense that he cares more for you than he lets on. And maybe it’s because you’re hurt right now, fragile, heartbroken, even a little scornful towards Jean. Whatever it is, it makes you realize you’ve been too busy with the wrong man to notice the right one has been here all along. However, two wrongs don’t make a right. Even with the confirmation of Jean’s adulterous behavior, you’re still his girlfriend until you officially end it, which will be soon. 

In the meantime, you manage to come up with something you can do to take advantage of this moment. 

You let go of your robe, letting it fall to your sides, displaying your nude body to him, arousal wet between your legs from earlier. He watches you carefully, cock straining against his sweatpants, breathing heavily.

“I’m not a cheater like Jean,” you mutter, spreading yourself wider, showing off your glistening cunt.

“I know you’re not,” he whispers, scooting forward, hand drifting to his lap.

Reaching for your vibrator, maintaining your gaze on him, you say, “I’m a good girl.” 

He swallows hard, palming his erection through the fabric. “Fuck. You’re a good girl. Such a good girl.”

“You can look, but you can’t touch. Understand?” Your finger hovers over the button, tip pressed to your throbbing clit.  

He nods erratically, licking his lips. “Yes.”

“Good,” you smirk, turning the toy on, ready to give him a show. “Tell me all the things you want to do to me.”

He shoves his boxers down, cock sprung stiff against his abdomen, the slit shiny with precum, veins bulging on his shaft. It’s the prettiest cock you’ve ever seen, better than what’s-his-face by a longshot, though you might be biased now, given the circumstances. Eren wraps his fist around it, jerking himself off while he watches you tease the tip on your swollen bud. “I want to fuck you into this mattress,” he moans. “Pound this pussy until we break the bed.”

“Yeah?” you purr, pressing the fluttering tip deeper into your clit. “What else?”

“Want to bounce you on this cock, watch you cream all over me,” he huffs, stroking himself faster. “God, this is hot. So fucking hot.”

Pleasure ripples through your body, toes curled from the sensation, so close to your climax with his soothing voice spitting his nasty fantasies at you. “I wish you could fuck me right now,” you confess, limbs quivering from ecstasy, pussy fluttering around nothing, aching to be filled. 

“Me too, princess. Me too. But you’re a good girl. And good girls don’t cheat.” He readjusts himself onto the bed, kneeling in front of you, stroking his hard dick. “I can give you this cum, though. That’s not cheating, right?”

You blindly agree with him, approaching your climax. “Yeah, give it to me. Give it to me, Eren.”

He swears loudly, shooting his load onto you, spilling over your clit, dripping down your pussy. “Fuck,” he groans, marveling at how pretty you look covered in his seed. 

You smile at him, relaxing against your pillows, dipping the tip of your vibrator in his mess. His mouth hangs open, eyes half lidded, watching as you stuff it inside your cunt. 

“Holy fuck,” he whispers, stroking his cock again, eyes fixated on your pussy. 

Do technicalities even matter anymore? All you know is that you want to be loved from head to toe by Eren Jaeger. You set aside the toy, sitting up to close the gap between you, pressing your lips to his. He hesitates before deepening the kiss, tongue slipping inside your mouth, sloppy and eager for more.

When you break apart to catch your breaths, he leans his forehead against yours, whispering, “Are you going to be a bad girl now and take this cock?”

Grinning, you nod, pulling him in for another kiss. 

𝐒𝐦𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐡 𝐰/ 𝐄𝐫𝐞𝐧, 𝐀𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧, 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐧 💨

Eren Yeager x Fem!reader | MDNI

Mentions of: roommate Armin, Connie, Jean and angry neighbor Levi

Synopsis: You’re Eren's girlfriend and he invited his friends over for a smoke session wich kinda escalated.

Warnings: Nsfw, drug use, slight exhibitionism, nipple play, slight humiliation, Connie and Jean recording your voices, fingering, penetration, lots of cuss words, Everyone being a dickhead aside from Armin cause he’s great <3

Wc: 3k+

Eren has been your boyfriend for almost 8 months now. You don’t know a lot of his friends besides Armin because he’s Eren's roommate, but you’ve heard about Connie and Jean before so you didn’t feel uncomfortable when Eren told you that they’re coming over.

He knows that you’re not the most extroverted, that’s why he told you that if you felt uneasy he’d tell them to leave but you were not bothered by Connie and Jean at all. They were really funny, and even Armin who has been pretty stressed lately was laughing at their jokes like crazy.

"No, I swear! He hit his head so hard that he walked around with a huge bruise on his forehead for at least two whole weeks!" Connie giggles at the story he just told while rolling two Joints so that Jean could pass in Erens direction and he could pass to Armin.

He’s sitting next to Jean on the end of Eren's bed wich is placed in on of the corners in his room.

He licks on the thin paper and rolls it up.

"Oh yeah? You don’t even get to talk Connie, at least my forehead isn’t as big as a fucking football helmet!" Jean yells while Armin is trying to keep his laughter in.

"Ohh shut up! Stop lying just cause you’re embarrassed!" Connie argues back.

"Guys stop yelling, I don’t want this short angry man hammering against my door again." Eren hushes them.

He sits on the head of the bed, with his back against the headboard while you’re placed between his legs, resting your head against his chest.

"Dude what are you talking about?" Connie laughs as he passes one of the joints to Jean.

"He’s talking about Mr. Ackerman, our neighbor." Armin explains. He sits with his head against the wall right next to you and Eren on the bed.

You have met Mr. Ackerman before, he’s very nice to you and Armin actually but he’s been giving your boyfriend a hard time lately.

"That man despises me!" Eren groans while rolling his eyes back.

"No he just… he thinks you’re a bit loud sometimes that’s it." Armin looks over to Eren.

"He called me a thug, and he said my music taste is trashy!" Eren says with a disgusted look on his face. He just can’t understand how his neighbor could dislike him after having such a nice talk with his mom just a week ago but he won’t let it get to him to much, at least he likes him more than his older brother.

"Somebody got a lighter?" Connie interrupts.

Jean reaches into his pocket and hands Connie a pink hello kitty lighter.

You immediately notice how familiar it looks as Connie lit up the Joint in his hand to pass the lighter back to Jean so that he could do the same.

"Hey that’s mine." You pout at Eren.

It’s the one he bought you about a month ago because you said it looked cute.

"'M sorry baby, I couldn’t find mine so I took yours when I went over to Jean last Friday." He says softly while he looks into your eyes and brushes a strand of hair out of your face.

"That’s a pretty lighter you got there Y/n." You look over at Jean to see him eying it up closely while Connie is taking the first hit. "Do you want it back?."

You nod slowly as he reaches out his arm and places the lighter softly in your hand while smiling at you.

"There you go." He winks.

"T-Thank you Jean." You mumble quietly.

He only smirks at you in response.

Eren isn’t exactly thrilled at the way that Jean looks at you but he won’t let his jealousy get the best of him again.

The next person that Connie passes the Joint to is Armin, since he noticed how exhausted he looked today. Armin has been studying night and day for the past weeks and the more that his grades went up his mood went down.

There’s dark circles around his eyes and his hair is all messed up. It’s normal for Eren to walk around like that but not really for him.

Armin starts inhaling the smoke from the joint and breathes out heavily as he sighs.

"Are you okay Min?” You ask him gently.

The first time you met Armin was almost a year ago during Eren's and your talking stage.

Armin has always been nothing but nice to you and he’s one of the most important people in Eren’s life, so of course you care about his well-being too.

"Yeah I’m just a bit tired today." Armin responds as he takes another hit.

"Cause you were up till like 5am." Jean huffs.

"So were you and Connie." Armin shrugs.

"Yeah but going out is way less exhausting than studying!" Connie comes in Jean's defense.

"Shut up, at least I don’t have to be worried about failing half of my classes." Armin rolls his eyes sarcastically. "Wow that’s how you think about me?"

Connie puts his hand up to his chest, pretending to feel his heart break.

"Don’t let it get to you bro, he’s just showing us his true colors." Jean joins the act.

Armin takes a few more hits before passing the joint to Eren while groaning annoyed.

"You want a hit Y/n?" Jean asks.

You nod and take it between your fingers before you put the tip between your lips and inhale deeply.

You don’t smoke a lot, of course from time to time but mostly when Eren's around.

"How do you feel?" Eren quietly whispers in your ear as his hand softly grabs your waist.

"'M good don’t worry." You wave off.

"Okay but take it easy." Eren responds.

"Fuck man look at Armin." Connie giggles as he points at the blond sitting next to you.

Armin’s eyes are watery and narrowed as he stares holes into the air.

"What’s wrong? Is something on my face?" He snaps out of trance and looks confused at Connie and Jean before turning his head in Eren's and your direction with a flustered look on his face.

"Nothings wrong Min, you look great." You put the hand that’s not holding the joint up to his cheek and check his eyes while you smile softly at him, as he blushes at your warming touch.

It’s easy to tell that Eren doesn’t like what he just saw by the way he pulls you closer.

"You heard that Eren? Armin looks 'great'."

Connie emphasizes the word „great“ while he draws air quotes with his fingers to express his sarcasm.

"Fuck off." Eren mumbles annoyed before taking another hit and passing his joint to Jean, leaving you out since you’re still smoking.

"See what you did y/n? Now he’s gonna act like a bitch all day." Connie complains jokingly.

"Dude don’t blame her, blame him!" Jean points at Armin.

"Why me?" Armin clearly feels insulted by being blamed for Eren's jealousy when everybody knows that Eren gets jealous all the time, even when he forgets why he was jealous in the first place after a few minutes.

"We’re joking, calm down" Connie laughs.

"You guys are so annoying." Armin huffs.

"Ohh so now we’re annoying huh?"

Eren doesn’t even care about his friends being dramatic right now.

The second he felt his body relaxing,

he couldn’t think about anything else besides how pretty you looked.

It was hard for him to focus on anything else as he pulls you closer and places his hand on your stomach.

You smell so good… is that a new fragrance? It definitely isn’t the one he bought you, but it smells really nice.

He takes your joint from between your fingers, puffs on it a single time and hands it to Connie before he slowly starts kissing your jawline down to your neck while ignoring everything happening around you two.

You can feel him sliding his hand under your shirt, just so he can slowly move it up to your chest, where he softly grabs one of your tits and squeezes it.

He so needy for you right now.

Your tits are always so warm and soft, it’s just so comforting to him.

He doesn’t even know why but he always loved your tits, they’re just so perfect and he wishes he could feel them all the time.

"Gross, get a room you two!" Jean grimaced.

"You got a problem Jeanboy?" Eren challenges him as he raises an eyebrow before pinching your nipple hard enough to make you let out a little gasp.

He knows exactly how much Jean hates that stupid nickname he gave him in 8th grade, that’s why it’s so much fun for him to use it all the time.

You’re so embarrassed at the way that Eren touches you in front of everybody.

Maybe you’re just paranoid but it feels like all eyes are laid on your body, watching your fingers trembling and your chest go up and down.

Eren notices your shaking hands gripping on his shirt and the shameful look on your face.

"Whats wrong?" He mumbles quietly, making it impossible for his friends to hear.

"Cut it Eren." Is all you get out.

You don’t want him touching you like this when people are watching and you also don’t want his friends to think badly of you.

"What?" Eren looks at you perplexed.

"Your girl just told you to fuck off!" Jean bawls loudly.

"You guys are fucking cock blocks." By the way Eren hisses at his friends it’s pretty obvious that he is annoyed right now.

"What did I do?" Armin looks at Eren offended, still smoking the joint that Connie had just handed him.

"Wasn’t talking to you." He hushes him.

"Stop the generalizations Yeager, Jean's the one you’re mad at! Armin and I were just enjoying the show!" Connie admits proudly, thinking he’s helping Armin by inserting himself into the conversation.

"What?!" Armin does not look to happy about the false statement Connie had just made.

"Don’t worry bro I got your back!" He just winks at Armin, pretending to be saving their asses right now.

"All of you need to shut the fuck up, just get out!"

At this point Eren is so pissed but he should have known better, he loves his friends but they are dickheads.

"I live here too?" Armin cheekily states as he raises his eyebrow.

He hates always being the one that gets punished for his friends bad behavior.

"I meant the living room." Eren clarifies.

"Ohh I see how it is… Eren's making us leave so he can get his little dick wet."

All of this is so embarrassing to you, you know why Eren told them to leave and the worst part is that they know too.

"Relax, we wanted to order pizza anyway. Let’s just go watch a movie or something." Jean says calmly. He sees how uneasy all of this makes you feel and just figures that you don’t know how to handle Connie’s and his humor yet.

"You’re on his side now?" Connie’s still going with the act.

"There’s no sides dumbass! Just look at Y/n, you’re gonna scare her off you idiot!" Jean's fist strikes Connie’s chest.

You wish you could hide your face right now.

The word 'flustered' is basically written on your forehead by now.

"It’s fine, we’ll go to the living room." Armin is way to exhausted to be dealing with bullshit like this right now.

He stands up and walks out of the room with Jean and Connie following him.

"Have fun bro." Connie boldly says while grinning at Eren as he closes the door.

"Why’d you do that?" you ask angrily as you turn around to face him.

"What?" He answers confused, as if he didn’t just humiliate you.

"What? Are you serious? That was so embarrassing!" You’re stunned at the fact that he literally doesn’t see anything wrong with what had just happened.

"If you think that was embarrassing then you never saw Connie or Jean try to hit on a girl." Eren smirks at the countless memories of his friends trying to impress random girls at parties.

You just huff in response, annoyed at the childish behavior of your boyfriend.

"Oh c’mon, don’t be like that." He pulls you closer and looks you in the eyes while his finger are pressing into the soft skin of your lower stomach.

"I know you want it too baby." A small smirk is painted on his lips as he takes of your shirt before he opens your bra-clamps behind your back with one hand.

As soon as your tits are freed he immediately latches on to them, sucking and biting on one of your nipples while toying with the other one.

Your try your best to stay quiet but when you feel his other hand open the buttons of your pants and slowly rubbing against you’re clit, you just can’t hold back anymore.

You whimper at the feeling of his fingers sliding the fabric of your panties to the side to insert his ring and middle finger in your tight pussy.

"Mhm let me hear you baby."

He smirks, satisfied with the fact that he knew you’d like it, before starting to suck on your other nipple.

Eren just loves the feeling of being right.

He slides his fingers in and out, feeling you clench around them and slowly getting more and more wet for him.

Soon the feeling of just his fingers wasn’t enough for you so you start pawing at the visibly hard bulge on his pants, hoping he’d give you what you want.

He just laughs at your pathetic action, before removing his fingers from your cunt and pressing them between your lips, so you can suck them clean.

"You want me so bad don’t you princess?"

He smirks wickedly.

You just nod, with your tongue still wrapped around his fingers.

"Mhm that’s what I thought. I feel nice today so I’ll give you what you want baby."

He removes your pants and underwear from your already twitching body before he takes off his sweater and loosens his belt to strip out of his pants and boxers too.

You grab him by his neck to pull him closer to place a long and sensual kiss on his lips.

Eren rubs his tip gently along your slit, using your wetness to thrust in easier.

You softly kiss and suck on his neck, leaving a few little hickeys and bruises.

"C’mon baby moan for me, I want everybody to hear how good I make you feel." Eren starts going faster and using his thumb to softly rub up and down your clit.

You cry out when you feel him hammering his dick inside of you, penetrating your g spot.

"Louder princess, I know you can!" He gives your tit a small squeeze before smacking it with his hand.

You whine at the pain, completely forgetting about the fact that his friends could probably hear you right now.

"Oh look at your tits baby, you’re nipples are all perked up." Eren smiles before starting to suck on them again.

You feel his teeth biting around the areola and his tongue leaving kitten licks all over you’re already swollen nipples.

You can tell he’s also close by the way he’s groaning in your ear and the fact that his thrust start getting messier.

He keeps on switching back and forth between your nipples, trying to give them his attention equally.

By the time he stops your nipples are already so puffy and sensitive that the feeling of his thumb rubbing over them feels ten times more arousing then normally.

"Are you close baby?" Eren asks as he looks down on you.

"Mhm m' so close Eren, please make me cum." You beg desperately.

"Let me hear your pretty moans again and I’ll let you cum." He says, speeding up one more time.

You start moaning in his ear, feeling that you’re already on the edge when he hits your g spot again, finally giving you the rest to cream around his cock.

A few seconds later Eren pulls out, releasing himself on your lower stomach.

"Fuck yes." He whispers under his breath before throwing his head back.

"I knew you could do it." He locks eyes with you again, still trying to calm his breath.

He pulls out and gives you a peck on the forehead before grabbing a tissue from his nightstand to wipe away the cum on your body when it suddenly knocks at his bedroom door.

"Eren… uhh I don’t wanna bother you but Mr.Ackerman is at the door and he asked me if I could tell you to uhm… 'keep it down'." Armin stammers.

"Tell him to fuck off." Eren shouts back pissed off at his noisy neighbor not being able to mind his business.

"I refuse to do that." You hear Armin decline your boyfriends offer from the other side of the door.

"Then tell him that I’m busy." Eren groans annoyed.

"Fine but if this happens again I won’t back you up!" Armin states clearly before you can hear his footsteps becoming quieter until he’s completely gone and it’s silent again.

"Can you believe that?" He looks at you irritated.

"Maybe we were being a bit loud." You admit quietly.

"So what? This is my house." He says annoyed.

"Well technically…" you start as he interrupts you. "Don’t even start Y/n!"

"I’m sorry, I love you baby." You giggle.

"Yeah whatever." He looks away with a stern look on his face.

"C’mon say it back!" You playfully hit his chest.

"I love you too." He rolls his eyes before giving you a small peck on the lips.

"Do you think Connie and Jean are still here?" You ask curiously.

Of course you think it’s embarrassing when Armin hears Eren and you having sex, but at least you know that he would never mention it to you.

Connie and Jean on the other hand have no filter. They would totally joke about it.

Eren grabs his phone from his nightstand and looks at his Homescreen.

"They sure are." He sighs.

"How do you know?"

He turns his phone screen towards you and opens a contact named 'Bald bitch'.

"What’s that?" You ask confused. There’s only a single new voice message that’s about 25 seconds long.

"Press play." He calmly speaks.

It’s like your soul left your body when you heard Connie and Jean fake moaning and joking around while Armin was mumbling something along the lines of "he isn’t going to like this guys.".

You could hear yourself whining in the background as Eren was saying something that you couldn’t understand clearly.

"Those two bastards." Eren rolls his eyes.

"That’s what I sound like when I’m having sex?"

"What’s wrong with it? I think you sound beautiful baby."

"This is horrible."

Next time when Eren wants to sleep with you while his friends are over, your definitely saying no.

This was so much fun to write even if it took me forever!!

I noticed that I write a lot about Eren and kinda wanted to get away from that even if I love him lmao.

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WARNINGS ✰ dark content, 18+, pornstar!au, very descriptive drug use (coke), bdsm, impact play, breath play, temperature play, (light) anal, bondage, degradation, overstimulation, forced orgasms, use of “daddy”, asshole eren, hints of sad boy eren(?), sex work, spit.

PAIRING ✰ eren yeager x female reader.

WC ✰ 11.3K

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This is a terrible idea, and it had been from the start. You know it and so does he, but you had insisted. Now that you’ve made your bed, you have to lay in it, you suppose. You press your forehead to the cold, tinted window of Eren’s ridiculous muscle car, ignoring the vibrations from the rock music he’s blaring and the consistent fluttering in your stomach, and think back to your conversation earlier that week.

“Come on, Eren. It’s just one night!”

“And what about after? When you run into Sasha at the coffee place or Armin after work? Did we just suddenly ‘break up’?” Eren scoffs, pushing past you to grab a Red Bull out of the fridge. You collapse into one of the barstools in his kitchen, having prepared yourself to accept defeat from the moment you posed the question.

“I just can’t face him alone,” you sigh, “it’s only been four months and Sasha told me he’s hooked up with not one, not two, but three girls already. I haven’t even had a drunken makeout at the bar.”

“So? Just because Jean’s been whoring around doesn’t mean you have anything to prove.” Eren's tone is thoroughly unimpressed as he pops the tab to his energy drink.

“You’re my best friend. I just need one tiny favor.”

“Who would even believe us? It’s not like it’s a huge party- we know everyone going.”

You cock an eyebrow. “How many times have Annie and Mikasa tried to con us into a double date? Connie’s been teasing us for years, not to mention the waiter at lunch the other day–”

“Fine!”

“Fine?”

“Fine. I’ll be your date for one night. But all of the explaining is up to you. And,” Eren takes a sip, leveling a glare at you over the top of the can, “I’m going on the record as saying that this is a bad idea.”

He may be reckless, arrogant, and a bit of a brat, but if Eren Jaeger is one thing consistently, he was right. You chance a glance at your “date”. He’s in his typical uniform: black hoodie, black jeans, the little silver chain he never takes off, key swinging over his chest as he turns the car. He looks good, appealing even. If Jean dares to show up with a girl, she won’t consider you to have downgraded, that’s for sure.

You consider your own outfit, an anxious fist tightening in your stomach at the thought of seeing Jean for the first time as an ex. He would have hated it. Your nothing-to-the-imagination outfit is all thanks to Sasha.

You had clued Sasha in on the plan; you hoped having one more agent in on your secret would help sell the act. Sasha had gone all out, lending you an incredibly low-cut black top and some black leather pants that would have caused at least a twenty-minute argument with Jean. Had he not dumped you, you remind yourself bitterly. Sasha had insisted you borrow her all-black outfit to match Eren’s typical attire “just to be cute”. In hindsight, her enthusiasm about this whole situation should have been a red flag, but you’ve already gotten everything lined up, and it’s too late for regret.

It’s far too late for hindsight, too; you’re already ten minutes into receiving the official girlfriend treatment from Eren. He had worn you down on picking you up, opening the car door, the works. Hell, you wouldn’t be surprised if he pulled out a bouquet of roses at this point. You can hear his obnoxious tone now: Even if you’re my fake girlfriend, you’re getting the full package. Play stupid games, win stupid prizes.

Eren parallel parks smoothly on Armin’s quiet street, unusually busy with the buzz of a house party and lined with your friends’ cars. It’s Connie’s birthday, but Armin always hosts. It’s an unspoken rule at this point; you aren’t sure why he keeps volunteering, especially after Sasha had projectile vomited all over his bathroom at the last get-together, but again, dig your own grave and lie in it. You and Armin are in the same boat there.

When the car switches off, Eren takes a moment to consider you, wrapping and unwrapping his long fingers around the steering wheel, a nervous tic he’s had since high school. “You ready?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” you sigh, reaching for the door handle. Before you can wrap your hand around it, Eren leans over and pinches you harshly on the thigh. “Ow!”

“I open the door, remember?” Eren says, visibly annoyed.

You roll your eyes at him.“Isn’t this a bit much?”

“You think I’m going to be caught dead letting my ‘girlfriend’ open her own door? I have a reputation to uphold.”

You decide to bite back a snippy comment about the many girls who cried over Eren in college and cross your arms over your chest, pouting instead. “Fine.”

If Eren can be dramatic, so can you.

As naturally as if he had done it a hundred times, Eren slings his arm over your shoulders on the walk up towards the door; the weight of it, both physically and mentally, is heavier than you’re willing to acknowledge. When you catch sight of Bertholdt, Reiner, and Annie peering through the window, a flutter of nerves erupts your stomach; you reach a hand up to play with Eren’s fingers, absentmindedly spinning one of his rings and trying to sell the look as best you can. “We better pull this off.”

“It’ll be fine, just follow my lead.” Eren pulls you closer, kissing your hairline. Goosebumps rise all over your body; not at the action itself, but how disturbingly easy the affection seems to come to him. As Eren knocks on Armin’s bright red door, you pack that thought away and shove it to the back of your mind to collect dust.

“Hi…guys?” Armin’s friendly smile upon opening the door falters in confusion as he takes you in, absorbing the sight of you two intertwined on his doorstep. Armin’s wide, blue eyes flick between the two of you, and you can see the gears churning in his head, trying to make sense of how awfully close you and Eren are. Pitting your fake relationship against Armin’s intellect is the perfect first test; a nervous sweat breaks out under your skimpy outfit.

“Sup, ‘min?” Eren smiles back, the very picture of nonchalance, extending his free hand to shake Armin’s shoulder.

“Come on in.” Armin, ever polite, turns to allow for plenty of room for Eren to pull you inside. He doesn’t outright ask why Eren’s holding you, but his eyes betray his suspicions. It seems like your plan, as terrible as it is, is working. One down, a dozen or so to go.

Never dropping his arm from around your shoulders, Eren steers you into the living room where one of Connie’s favorite bands is already blasting from the speakers. Annie and Mikasa are curled up together in Armin’s recliner, hands interlocked as usual; Sasha and Connie are positioned at Armin’s bar cart, violently shaking two cocktail shakers apiece; Reiner, Bertholdt, Marco, and Jean are on the couch, arguing over something sports-related. With a sinking stomach, you notice that there’s only one unoccupied seat left in the room.

“My two favorite lovebirds!” Sasha cries, abandoning her cocktail shakers and rushing over to give you a hug. Upon Sasha’s impact, Eren drops his arm and grabs your hand that’s closest to him as a substitute, never taking his hands off of you. His actions are pointed, purposeful; every pair of eyes in the room looks between the two of you in surprise. You can practically feel a hazel-tinted laser beam burning a hole into your forehead. “You guys are so late; honeymoon phase gotcha already?”

“Laying it on a little thick, Sash,” you whisper into Sasha’s ear, cheeks burning. To your chagrin, Eren only curls his mouth in response.

“What?” Connie frowns, still shaking his drinks. “How long has that been a thing?”

You pause, your heart nearly stopping. You should have made up a story, you realize, something to explain–

“Just a few weeks.” The still-strange weight of Eren’s arm around your shoulder returns, and his jade eyes rest on you, adoration beaming through his always-cool gaze. Against your will, butterflies start dancing in your stomach; apparently Eren’s quite the actor.

“Yeah,” you jump in, grateful for Eren’s lead, “we just wanted to feel it out before we told everyone, that’s all.”

“Sasha knew.” Mikasa raises a suspicious eyebrow. Annie smirks at the two of you, a knowing look on her face.

“It’s about time.” Marco appears from the kitchen with a huge bowl of tortilla chips in one hand and salsa in the other. “Good for you guys.”

You can’t help yourself, finally meeting Jean’s eyes. He’s openly scowling at you, which is to be expected; where Eren is a criminally smooth liar, Jean wears his heart on his sleeve. You recognize that face all too well: anger to mask heartbreak, the same face he wore when you used to fight. For the first time, it occurs to you how cruel this plan might be, how Jean might react to you moving on with a mutual friend. Guilt washes over you, cold and heavy.

“Thanks for giving me a heads-up before you moved in on my fucking girlfriend, Jaeger,” Jean snips, taking a long swallow of his beer.

The guilt drops away from you as quickly as your jaw; you’ve forgotten what a prick Jean can be. Eren has been slowly guiding you over to the singular remaining seat throughout the conversation, and after Jean’s comment, he tugs you down firmly onto his lap. He rubs a large palm over your thigh, a blatant gesture of ownership.

“Not your girlfriend anymore, Kirschstein.” You can hear the distinct note of pride ringing through his voice, hear the nasty look leveled at Jean without turning to face him. It’s been fifteen minutes of fake dating, car ride included, and you can already feel the friendship line blurring. Your head spins.

“Anyway,” Armin, ever the gracious host, interrupts, breaking the awkward tension that has settled over the room, “what bar does everyone want to head out to later? Connie gets the first pick, being the birthday boy.”

The conversation in the room picks back up into a familial bickering over the evening’s next destination. All of your friends have become accustomed to the occasional awkward moment over the years now that some of you have begun to couple up; Mikasa and Annie especially are notorious for bickering like an old married couple, no matter who’s around.

“I need a drink,” you murmur to Eren, moving to stand.

“Do you mind getting me one, babe? Don’t want to lose our seat.” Eren pecks you on the cheek, smiling up at you as if everything about your situation right now is normal, natural for him. Jean’s eyes follow you every step of the way, and your face burns.

Over the years you’ve been friends with him, it’s never been lost on you that Eren’s attractive, not after the dozens of women he ran through in his college years. Peeking over your shoulder now, however, feels like you’re seeing him for the first time, seeing him the way the world sees him. Heavy-set dark brows frame his bright eyes beautifully, his jaw’s grown sharp and severe, and his lips are soft and pouty, stretching into a wicked smirk with sharp canines. He had grown into a heartbreaker, and he’s your best friend and now fake boyfriend– you swat away your private admiration as soon as it comes, taking a deep breath to center yourself and rifling through the bar cart in a daze.

“Want me to make you one?” Sasha waves a bright red concoction under your nose. “Connie and I made them- it has three different types of liquor in it, and you can’t taste any of it!”

One sip of the tiny cocktail straw has your nose wrinkling in disgust. You’ve worked behind a bar since the day you turned twenty-one, and the drink Sasha’s offering you tastes like an overly-syruped nightmare. “Um…no, that’s okay Sash. I’ll probably just stick to beer.”

Connie sticks his tongue out at you. “Boring!”

Predictably, Sasha pouts. “Okay, but we’re definitely making you take a shot. We can chill it in the kitchen, want to help me get some ice?”

Holding up a bottle of tequila, she cocks her head toward the kitchen and wobbles her eyebrows madly. You almost laugh; anyone who can’t pick up on a hint from Sasha is walking around with earplugs and their eyes closed.

“Fine. Let me just grab Eren a beer, and I’ll meet you in there.”

“Ugh, couples,” Connie rolls his eyes, wandering over to fiddle with the dusty karaoke machine that Armin claims broke years ago. You’ve always been dubious as to the truth of that, but knowing your friends, you can’t blame him.

Opening the cooler, you smile to yourself; Armin remembered your favorite IPA from the brewery down the road and stocked the cooler accordingly, nestling a few Hazy Daze’s between Reiner and Bertholdt’s domestics. You pick your way through the haphazard seating arrangements back over to Eren, holding a cold Budweiser bottle towards him. He pauses in his conversation with Reiner, grabbing your hand that holds the beer and removing it from your hand, bringing your knuckles to his lips, brushing them over in a light kiss. He looks you up and down lecherously as he does it, a dangerous curve to his lips.

You return a weak half-smile, doing your best to not appear outwardly shaken by Eren’s behavior and keep the what the fuck? thoughts from showing plainly on your face. Eren waves you off to the kitchen with a light pat on your bottom, innocent as ever.

“How’s it going?” Sasha asks, safe now in the privacy of the kitchen. Her face is already full-flush with excitement and that awful cocktail she was sipping.

“I mean, it seems like everyone’s buying it. Jean looks pissed, though.”

“What were you expecting? He’s always thought Eren had a thing for you.”

“Everyone thinks Eren has a thing for me,” you roll your eyes, “at least it’s working in my favor now.”

Sasha fixes you with a glare, wobbling slightly. “If you don’t think Eren actually has a thing for you, you must be blind. Deaf, too.”

“Sasha–”

“I mean, even if you hadn’t told me, I would have fallen for it. Is it not, like, weird for you guys? That it’s just natural for you two to–” Sasha burps, interrupting herself, and giggles. “Just makes ya think.”

“Sasha!” Connie calls from the living room. “Let’s do Eye of the Tiger first!”

“Woo!” Sasha shouts, abandoning you and running into the room to take part in the newly-revived karaoke festivities.

You stand alone in the kitchen, shell-shocked by Sasha’s observations. The truly irritating thing is that she’s entirely right. Not only do Eren’s little kisses here and there, the constant touching, even the pet names come naturally, it almost feels…nice. It’s as easy for you to receive his affection as it is for him to give it. You peek around the corner, grimacing at Sasha and Connie’s amplified wailing, just wanting to look at him. Really look at him.

Kicked back, beer in hand and jacket thrown over the back of his chair, Eren oozes charisma. Even doing nothing but holding a conversation with Mikasa, the room gravitates around him. Jean’s angry glare never leaves him; Armin has switched to drinking Budweiser, even though you know he hates it; Annie’s nodding along with whatever Eren’s saying; even Sasha and Connie are angling their performance around him, alternating between singing together and holding their microphones towards him, trying to elicit a reaction. He has this undeniable magnetic force, one that you aren’t exempt from.

You’d met him nearly a decade ago, in high school, and initially couldn’t stand him. His hair-trigger temper had hardly cooled with age, and his ego had gotten unthinkably larger, but you grew to find both of them charming– to a degree. One thing led to another, and before you knew it, Eren was the one cleaning you up and getting you drunk after every bad breakup, introducing you to all of your favorite sports teams and lending you jerseys for the games; hell, he even read that smutty fairy fantasy series you’d been obsessed with in college. Had the man you attempted Star Wars marathons with until you both fell asleep really looked like that the entire time?

He catches your stare, beckoning you over with one long, crooked finger. As his girlfriend for the night, you have to obey, even though you would much rather roll your eyes at the cliche.

“Missed you,” he mumbles as you sit back on his lap, breath hot against the shell of your ear.

“You too,” you respond accordingly, wrapping your arm lovingly around his shoulder. Eren’s eyes flit down to your cleavage, but knowing him, it’s impossible to discern if it’s part of the act, or Eren being himself.

His hands rest comfortably over the casing of your pants, one on your thigh and one on the small of your back, one thumb rubbing circles into your soft flesh. Reveling in the drag of his rings over your clothed body, you couldn’t help but wonder how they’d feel on your bare skin, on your throat, on your–

Surprising yourself at the dirty direction of your thoughts, you swallow your beer too quickly, coughing. Eren, who had coincidentally been taking a sip at the same time, laughs at you mid-sip, choking beside you and spraying beer out of his nose.

The entire room bursts into laughter; Eren regains his composure and joins in good-naturedly. You giggle along, relief coursing over your body. Sure, Eren might look a little extra handsome tonight and be a bit touchy because you asked him to, but he’s still Eren.

“They’re practically in sync already.” Hitch, Marco’s girlfriend who had apparently joined the party while Sasha and you were in the kitchen, rests her face on her hand dreamily.

“It’s a little freaky,” Annie observes with narrowed eyes, but the slight curve of her lip betrays her. Not only were they believing your little farce, but they were happy for you. That’s enough to make you flush a little, realizing how naturally everyone’s just accepted your fake relationship. Everyone but one person, at least.

Jean suddenly stands, ripping a beer from the cooler and storming into the kitchen. The laughter dies as quickly as it had come, everyone exchanging nervous looks.

“I’ll go talk to him,” Eren offers, nudging you off of his lap. You blanch.

“Eren, I don’t know if you should-”

“It’s fine,” Eren drops a soft peck on your forehead, walking away before you can stop him. You meet Mikasa’s eyes, wide and concerned. To everyone else, Eren’s walking calmly, not a hint of aggression in his gait. But you know him, know him well enough to catch the anger simmering in his eyes, quiet, but there.

Jean and Eren have always been friends, albeit reluctant ones at first, but too similar where it counted not to get along. That had abruptly come to a halt when you had fallen for Jean. At first Eren had been confused, but over time that confusion had melted into constant irritation. Jean and you were wrong for one another, you know that in hindsight, but at the time, you had chalked all the fighting up to a passionate relationship. The constant tears had driven Eren nearly to a breaking point; multiple times you had begged him not to bring his frustration to physical blows. And now, your fake-boyfriend slash best friend and ex-boyfriend with the two worst tempers out of everyone you know are “talking”. You bite down hard on the inside of your cheek to keep the worry in your chest.

“Are you alright?” The question comes from Armin, who’s placed a steadying hand on your shoulder. “I’m sorry that Jean isn’t taking the news well.”

“There’s no news,” Mikasa says low enough for none of the others to hear over the music, now standing directly behind Armin.

A neat little cross appears between Armin’s eyebrows. “They’re-”

“Faking,” she interrupts Armin, “they aren’t dating.”

Armin stammers, trying to correct her and apologize to you for her at the same time, but you just sigh. “How’d you know?”

“One of you would have told me,” she shrugs, “or at least I’d like to think you would.”

“It’s just…I couldn’t bear to show up alone, not with Jean here and apparently sleeping around since the breakup.” You cross your arms over your chest, grabbing your own shoulders tightly. It’s your fault, you know it is, but you had only wanted to feel a little less pathetic, a little less heartbroken. Drama had been an unfortunate and unexpected side effect.

“Why would Eren agree to that? It seems silly,” Armin muses, noticing your glare and immediately turning bright red, “I- I don’t mean you’re silly, just, you shouldn’t-”

“You know.” Mikasa bumps him. The slightest hint of a smile plays on her face, a knowing look directed at you. You frown, trying to look confused through the pink rising to your face.

A loud crash from the kitchen catches all of your attention, saving you from an uncomfortable line of conversation but making your heart beat that much faster. Dashing to the kitchen door, the entire house party hot on your heels, your thundering heart sinks.

Eren has Jean pinned up against Armin’s cabinets, forearm tight against the other man’s neck. Jean’s still seething at Eren, raw ego washing against the cool anger blazing in Eren’s eyes.

“Need to learn how to watch your fucking mouth, Kirschstein–”

“Eren!” Your voice is surprisingly firm, given the nauseating mixture of embarrassment, confusion, and panic swirling in your stomach. “Let him go!”

“Do you want to tell her what you said, or should I?” Eren hisses, nudging into Jean further. Jean’s eyes dart to you, back to Eren, and for a fleeting moment, you have hope that maybe this all can be resolved peacefully. And then Jean makes a fatal mistake.

He spits directly in Eren’s face.

Just as Eren swings, Reiner collides with the two, just barely catching Eren by his forearm before he can make contact with Jean’s cheek. Bertholdt, as always, is Reiner’s shadow, grabbing Eren by the shoulders and wrenching him away from Jean. It takes Connie, Reiner, Marco, and Bertholdt to restrain both of them, Armin standing in the middle and shouting how ridiculous the fight is above the curses.

“It’s my fucking birthday, Jean, come on bro!” Connie growls, pinning Jean to the cabinets with his back.

“Jaeger- back off!” Reiner manages to pull him back a few inches, hardly able to contain Eren, who’s struggling furiously, in his massive arms. Jean finally relents, slouching into the multiple arms holding him back. After several seconds, Eren does the same, never taking his eyes off of Jean. Into the shocked silence, Armin bravely speaks first.

“Maybe we should leave,” he suggests awkwardly, “take the party elsewhere.”

You pity him, poor Armin and his hosting inclination. Eren finally turns to face you. The wrath laid bare in his eyes sends a chill over your body.

“We are,” he spits, sparing Jean one last threatening glance before storming over, grabbing you harshly by the wrist, and practically dragging you towards the door.

“Eren, wait–” you try to reason with him and dig your heels in, but it’s fruitless. Eren’s strong, stronger than you, and you don’t stand a chance stopping him now that his mind’s made up.

He doesn’t drop the act at the car, ripping your car door open, waiting impatiently for you to step into your seat, and slamming the door behind you. As soon as he turns the ignition, the same angry rock music you had listened to on the way over blasts from the speakers; Eren makes no move to turn it down and neither do you. After so many years together, his temper rarely scares you anymore; it’s more of a nuisance than anything when it flares. You stare out of the window, seething with anger, arms crossed and foot tapping.

Five minutes into the drive, you realize Eren isn’t taking you to your house, but to his. What he’s thinking, you can’t be sure, but you go ahead and start making your plans to give him an earful and call your Uber the moment you get there. You just can’t wrap your mind around why he would attack Jean and embarrass you like that– Eren may have been a hothead, but rarely did he let his temper escalate to that degree, especially against a friend.

Eren whips his car into the driveway, parking with such force you nearly knock your head against the headrest. You reach for your door handle, ready to throw it open, but Eren’s faster. He hits the child lock button and slams his own door behind him, storming around the car.

“The fucking child lock button?” You leap out of your seat once he’s opened your door, glaring up at him with your fists curled by your sides. “Is that what I am, Eren, a child?”

“Come inside.” Eren’s voice is low, dangerous. You’re too angry to indulge his temper.

“No,” you snap, “I’m going home.”

No sooner have you pulled your phone out to call an Uber than Eren snatches it from you, sliding it into his pocket. He repeats himself, more forceful this time. “Come inside.”

You stand rooted to the spot for a beat, so angry you aren’t sure what you want to do more: run home, punch him, or kick his precious car headlight in. Eren simply glares down his strong nose at you, face unreadable as ever, rage still glittering in his eyes.

“Come inside, please,” Eren repeats himself again through gritted teeth. You decide you’ll indulge him and go inside, hear him out, and then punch him. At least it’ll catch him off guard, and you’ll have a better chance of getting your shot in. Without another word, you stomp up the walkway to his house, into the house, and into the kitchen, shoving your shoes off. Stupid fucking kitchens, you think to yourself, kicking your bare foot against the base of his kitchen island. Immature, but the little burst of violence feels good.

Whether Eren’s house smells like him or Eren smells like his house you’ve never been able to decide. The distinct scent of him envelops you: a boyish, sharp smell, laced with a hint of the weed he kept in the living room. Ordinarily it’s a comforting smell, but tonight, it nearly makes you sick with irritation. Fighting with Eren is something you do rarely, but you know the both of you well enough to buckle down. Arguing with Eren means you have a long, nasty, and emotionally gutting night ahead of you. You’re more than ready, fists shaking by your side.

“What the hell was that, Eren?”

He doesn’t answer, swinging the fridge open and grabbing a beer. He twists the top, tossing it aside carelessly and taking a healthy swig, bun bouncing on the back of his head, making no move to acknowledge your presence.

“Answer me!” Your voice rattles the cabinets. “Yeah, was the fake dating a stupid idea? Sure, fine, it was stupid, but starting a fucking fight with Jean on poor Connie’s birthday–”

“You didn’t hear what he said,” Eren says simply, still chugging his beer and avoiding your gaze.

“What could he have said to make you do that? What was so awful that you had to–”

“It was about you.” Eren finally brings his eyes to yours, staring you down through the little hairs that have escaped his bun with such intensity that it nearly knocks you clean on your ass.

Your heart stutters. “You– what did he say?”

“Told me if I wanted to taste your ‘slutty pussy’ so bad, I could just smell his breath. S’why he spit in my face.” Eren’s fingers wrap and unwrap around the beer bottle anxiously.

Your mouth drops agape, tears immediately springing to your eyes. No, you set your resolve, praying your body cooperates. “He…he said that?”

“Why didn’t you tell me you’d been fucking him?” Eren spares you another scalding look. Your temper flares at his anger, one fire against another.

“Excuse me?”

“Don’t play dumb,” Eren snaps, “this whole thing was your idea. What am I to you, just some toy you can dangle in front of your pussyboy ex boyfriend? How long have you been fucking him?”

“I haven’t been fucking him,” you hiss, “he lied because he was jealous. And you’re not some toy, you’re– you’re my best friend. I needed you.”

Eren freezes, eyeing you across the kitchen. His expression has changed, infinitesimally so, a pinch of the fury fading from his face but none of the heat. It strikes you that in the years you’ve known him, he’s never looked at you like this before, not once. “Say it again.”

“You’re my–”

“The other thing.”

“I needed you.”

“Again.”

“I needed– fuck, Eren, what is this? Some kind of game?”

He stalks toward you, silhouetted by the light behind him and looking sinful, closing you in. He’s forceful and shameless as he backs you into the counter, as quintessentially Eren as he can be. “Say it one more time.”

“I…needed you,” you indulge him, brain slowing down to pick up each little detail. His cologne– when did he start wearing cologne?– musky and thick in the air, one of his tattoos peeking above the collar of his shirt, the tangible sensation of emerald eyes dragging along every inch of you.

“I like the way you say that,” his tongue darts out, wetting his lips. You stare blatantly. His mouth is red, pouty, and full, bottom lip a little chapped from where he was chewing it in the car. “That you need me.”

Words are lost on you; even if you could gather something to say, it would probably get stuck in your throat the moment it materialized. His presence is choking you. He brings one of those massive hands up, cupping your jaw, running a thumb over your lip. His posture, looming over you, is demanding, almost hungry.

“Do you still?”

“Still?”

“Need me.”

You blink, eyes still watery. “How?”

“You’re a smart girl,” Eren murmurs, hot breath laced with beer fanning over your face, “you know. You’ve always known.”

You do know. When he ghosted a hand over your thighs at the bar, when you fell asleep on his chest watching a movie, the way he had kissed your head, nearly fought Jean, protected you at every twist and turn. You had kept it relegated to the recesses of your brain, slid a hand between your legs and allowed it to simmer to the surface, maybe for a moment, before pushing it back down. You had always known. He has you on the edge of a cliff, and with a thin gasp, you understand him now: he wants you to jump. And so do you.

“I still need you. Now.”

Something critical snaps in both of you. The countertop digs into your lower back, a beautiful, aching pain blooming up your spine to meet the sting of his teeth sinking into your bottom lip. He’s kissing you; this magnetic, maddening man is kissing you, hard. It’s all tongue and teeth, fingers wrapping in hair, hands exploring familiar places in a new way. Greedy, demanding sounds slip through his teeth as he paws at your clothes, squeezes your curves through the silken shirt Sasha had lent you.

“This shirt is ridiculous,” Eren pants into your mouth, “wish I wasn’t about to rip it off of you.”

A little whimper leaves your mouth at that, and your knees buckle. Eren catches you, grabbing you by your torso and lifting you up onto the kitchen counter; you use the extra height to wrap your legs around his hips. A groan from deep in Eren’s chest rumbles against your lips as he rolls his clothed cock insistently against you. The low, simmering heat in your stomach catches fire; he’s big, even through both of your pants, rubbing himself into where you need him most. A hand creeps up your neck, grabbing a fistful of hair and forcing you to look up at him. It hits you how large he is; six feet and some change of taut, corded muscle, bad intentions, temptation.

His voice is quiet and controlled, so close to your face that his nose moves against yours as he speaks. “I’m going to take you to my room. If that’s not okay with you, I need you to say it right now.”

You nod urgently, relishing the burn in your scalp where he holds your hair tight. “I want it- want you.”

Eren slides you off of the kitchen counter and holds you firmly around his waist, making a beeline for his room. You mouth at his neck, enjoying the little grunts he makes against your ear. You drop unceremoniously onto the bed, left to watch as he tears off his shirt.

Oh, and do you watch. It’s difficult to comprehend that your best friend is the man standing above you. You’ve seen him shirtless countless times, but not like this: chest heaving, covered in a thin sheen of sweat, muscles flexing as he reaches for your shirt, ripping it from you and tossing it away. Your eyes draw towards the defined v leading down beneath his jeans, and you wonder how it might taste under your tongue.

Your bra comes next, Eren moving down to take your lips in his again as he deals with the clasp. He pushes you onto your back, kissing down your neck, sneaking harsh bites in between the gentle presses of his lips.

“Careful, Eren– you’ll leave marks,” you gasp, pulling at his hair.

“Good,” Eren replies against your neck, emphasizing his point with another deep bite to your neck, “you wanted everyone to think I was your little boyfriend, didn’t you? Let them see.” 

Your panties grow damp and hot against your core at that; you have no other response than to choke out a stunted moan.

“Fuck, you have no idea,” he growls, traveling down, teeth scraping the top of your breast, “what you do to me. How long I’ve wanted you.”

Your mind falters, caught in the crosswires of Eren’s confession and the way you’re clutching his head to your breasts, fingers desperately threaded in his dark hair and pulling him as close as you could get him. His mouth is so hot it burns, even against your feverish skin. 

“Remember…” Eren muses, mouthing his way down your stomach, “remember college? When you’d wear those slutty little dresses out?”

“I remember,” you breathe, impatient and urging him towards your lower half.

“Used to come home from the bar and jerk myself off, thinking about this sweet little cunt,” Eren tears your pants down your legs, panties following, “could practically see it in those short ass dresses. I’d cum thinking about how you’d sound when I stuck my tongue in it.”

A lewd whine rips out of your throat before you can stop it. Eren’s pressing your thighs open now, and his words and the quick little swipes he’s making across your clit are making you dizzy.

“Fuck…” Eren trails off, eyes wide, “got such a pretty pussy. Just look at you.”

“Eren, please,” you’ve never been the begging type, but the bright green eyes peering up at you from where your legs are propped open by broad, strong shoulders take your sense away.

“I’ve got you,” he shushes you, grinning as he leans into your center. A thick stripe of a lick up the center elicits a groan from you both. “So fucking sweet. Knew you would be.”

Eren hooks his arms around your legs, dragging you down the bed to be flush with his face. Eren’s no amateur when it comes to women, you know that, but you had never dared to let yourself imagine what that might translate to in practice.

He licks little figure-eights around your clit, not quite hitting it; he’s teasing you, the antagonist that he is. You tremble under him, little gasps and whimpers puffing out of your lips. Eren smiles contentedly against your pussy, nose flush with your clit, nudging against it rhythmically as he licks through your folds, circling your entrance. You bring your hands down your body, grabbing a fistful of dark hair and pulling him closer to you; you don’t even know what you want, the singular word more ringing in your head like a church bell.

Eren chuckles. “You need something?”

“Stop fucking with me,” you breathe, inwardly cringing at the desperation in your voice, laid bare for him to see. You brace yourself, looking down to meet his eyes, and instantly regret it. The anger has faded entirely from his face, replaced by an unyielding hunger. A wet, wicked smile plays at his mouth; you can physically feel your cunt dripping just at the sight of him.

“You want me to stop fucking with you?”

“Please, Eren, I need you–”

“That’s all you had to say.”

And then, like he does with everything else in his life, Eren licks into you like his life depends on it, like he’s trying to drown himself in you. His tongue pushes in and out of your hole, swirling around your clit, and you can distantly hear the most obscene sounds you’ve ever heard slipping from your mouth. He’s so good, better than you’ve had in years; you throw your head back against the bedspread, hardly able to focus on breathing.

Just when you think it can’t get any more intense, Eren slides one long finger inside of you, curling it against a spongy spot in your walls that makes you see stars. He chuckles at the loud, long moan that you let out.

“My girl likes being full, doesn’t she?” He pumps his finger slowly, testing your limits. Your walls clutch down on him, begging.

“M-more,” you stutter, barely able to form a coherent word through your panting.

“What was that?” You can hear the shit-eating grin on his face.

“I need– fuck– I need more.”

“Magic word?”

“Please, Eren, fuck!”

“Good, good girl,” he coos, pushing another finger into you, “so sweet and needy for me, yeah?”

Your eyes fly open at the stretch, the fullness of his fingers moving inside you. His other hand comes up to push on your lower stomach; your head snaps up, and you frown at him, panicked.

“W-what are you– oh,” you hate yourself for it, but you can’t even speak as he applies pressure onto your abdomen. You feel strange; it’s just right and too much all at once. The familiar bubble of an impending orgasm swells in the pit of your stomach, but it’s more intense, wetter than you’ve ever felt it. 

“Close?”

“Mhm,” you force out through gritted teeth. Eren moves his elbow slightly, just enough to bear down on your hip bone where you’re pushing your hips up towards him unwittingly. “But it- it feels weird…I, I can’t–”

“Sh,” he murmurs, mouth back against your clit, “you can do it, just for me, I know you can. It’s going to feel so good, you’ll see.”

Your eyes roll back in your head as you teeter on the precipice, blood roaring in your ears. You want to, you need to–

“Cum all over my fucking face baby, give it to me.”

The band in you snaps, your eyes rolling back into your head. You can feel your cunt spasming around his fingers, pushing something out. Liquid sprays from you, all over Eren’s face, soaking the sheets beneath you. You can’t even hear the lewd sounds coming out of your mouth, too surprised at the gushing orgasm. It finally winds down, and once you gather the energy, you shove insistently at his hand still pumping in and out of your sensitive pussy.

“You have the messiest little cunt,” Eren chuckles at you, wiping his face and kissing his way back up to your gasping mouth, “knew you were a squirter.”

He lands a few gentle taps against your sore pussy, and you flinch. 

“I–I’ve never…” you take a shaky breath in between every word, “never done that before.”

Pride illuminates his face. “Really? I knew you could do it– just for me, right?”

You nod, sitting up on trembling elbows. “Your cock, I– I want it in my mouth. Please let me.”

You reach down to fumble with the button of his jeans, but Eren grabs your wrist, pulling your hand up to kiss it gently. “Next time. I’d never forgive myself if I busted before I got to fuck you.”

Too overwhelmed to answer, you simply nod again, sitting back as he shimmies his pants off. Once you catch sight of it, your mouth waters. He’s big, bigger than you thought, wide enough to where your fingers wouldn’t touch if you grabbed it, and long enough to make you gag. The thought goes straight between your legs, cunt still throbbing and clutching around nothing, and a rush of anticipation washes over you.

Eren flips you over onto your stomach, shoving a couple of pillows underneath your hips to prop your ass up. “Christ,” he exhales, landing a sharp smack to your ass.

“Please, Eren- oh!” You jump; Eren’s circling your asshole, using the mess you’ve already made as lube to pop the tip of his thumb in. “Eren…”

“You’d let me fuck you there, one day, I bet,” he mutters, more to himself than to you, you think. Your body tenses in response, the memory of your first glance at his cock fresh in your mind. Eren swears under his breath. “Maybe next time, then.”

You hear him spit, hear the slick sounds of him lathering himself up. You have a brief moment to think to yourself, with the last glimmering shreds of consciousness in your orgasm-dazed mind, that this is Eren. This is your best friend, pinning you to the bed by the back of your neck, rubbing your lower back, admiring you, fucking you. And then the head of his cock is pressing into you, and that last little bit of hesitation gives way.

“Oh, baby,” Eren bends over you to growl in your ear, “never gonna forgive you for keeping this perfect pussy from me all these years.”

“Eren, it’s so– oh my god,” you trail off, eyes rolling back into your head as a few more inches of him sink into you. The way your body stretches for him, the way he fills you, is unbelievable, sweetened by just the slightest burning sensation.

“Fuck,” he hisses, pressing his forehead into the back of your neck, “you feel so fucking good. Best I’ve ever had.”

You whine at that, pushing your hips back into his and forcing him to bottom out. Eren swears against your skin, nearly collapsing on top of you. Your cunt pulses around him, desperately trying to hold him. You can hardly fathom the weight of him inside you; you’re just so full, the word runs through your mind on a loop.

And when he rolls his hips into yours– you nearly start praying. He drags against your walls so nicely, you nearly cum again then and there. He works up a torturously slow rhythm, grinding his hips into yours. You bite down hard on your bottom lip, trying your hardest to suppress the obscene groan about to leave your mouth. You taste blood.

“Never giving this pussy up,” Eren grunts above you, “never letting you give this to anybody else again. It’s mine, isn’t it?”

You nod into the pillow beneath your head, tears pricking at your eyes. He’s picking up the pace now, and the exquisite push-and-pull rhythm of Eren moving inside of you coupled with the fact that it’s Eren moving inside of you is destroying any semblance of intelligent conversation you can muster.

“Say it’s mine,” his face is beside yours now. A hand grabs your hair, turning your face towards him. You know how dazed you must look, mouth open in a permanent gasp, eyes watery and full of hearts. “God, you look fucking incredible. Say it.”

“My…my pussy is,” you swallow hard around the delicious knot of shame in your throat, “yours. It’s yours.”

“That’s my girl,” Eren sits back up, thrusting even faster, “my pussy, my girl. Isn’t that right?”

“Yes,” you pant, canting your hips back against his, feeling your next orgasm approach embarrassingly fast. Eren understands, already knows your body as well as he knows you, and moves the angle of his hips just so to hit that spot he had found so quickly with his fingers earlier. You keen, drooling into the pillow, letting him fuck you stupid.

Eren shoves you over the edge for the second time that night. It’s toe curling, almost violent in nature, the way you cum around him, listening to him hiss as you tighten around him, vice-like. He fucks you through your orgasm for just long enough to see you through it, and flips you onto your back the moment you begin to twitch and shove at his hips, desperate for a break.

You slowly blink your eyes open in surprise, letting the tears roll down your cheeks, expecting to see Eren lining himself up, ready to fuck you senseless once more. Instead, he’s studying you, wiping a tear from your face, licking it off of his finger. There’s a moment happening here, an important one, one you don’t have the mental capacity to absorb right now.

“I want to see you now,” Eren says quietly, “need to see your pretty face when I cum, m’kay?”

You nod dumbly, not knowing how to respond to him in the thick air hanging between you. Before Eren can get any more words out of his open mouth, a loud ring startles you both.

Your phone is buzzing on the floor where it fell from Eren’s pocket; the name on the screen nearly stops your heart. Jean.

You stare into Eren’s eyes, a long, silent beat passes between you both. Your hazy mind is scrambling, grasping at anything you can say to take his mind off of the awkward interruption, but to your surprise, Eren cracks a grin. It’s a wicked grin, prettier than the devil himself and twice as evil.

“Your other boyfriend calling? Checking up on you?”

“He’s not my-”

“Better not be. Not after what I did to you tonight,” Eren’s voice drips with ego. Something in his eyes is territorial, carnal.

You find your words, but they come out quiet. “He’s not. Never again.”

Eren’s grin grows darker. He’s nudging your knees apart with his own, reaching down and pulling one of your legs to wrap around his waist. He’s pushing himself in now, the ringing of your phone fading into the background as the all-encompassing stretch of Eren inside you takes over your thoughts.

“Such a good girl,” he coos, thumbing at your bottom lip, “such a good mouth. Always telling me what I want to hear.”

You nod again, urgently this time, pulling your other leg up to hook them around his waist, hold him inside you, make sure he never leaves again. You’re addicted already; addicted to the pressure in your abdomen, addicted to the way his tip kisses your cervix, addicted to the taste of his sweat as you lick a strip of it from his face, cheekbone to temple.

“I…” you aren’t sure how to articulate how good it is, how good he is. A defeated laugh of your own making interrupts you. “You feel so fucking good. I feel so fucking good right now.”

“God, just look at you, all fucked out for me. You love it, don’t you?” Eren kisses your forehead, face to face with you after propping his elbows on either side of your face. “Love how I fuck you like a whore, don’t you? Tell me, baby.”

“I love it,” your voice is quivering, and you’re vaguely aware of tears streaming down your face. You’re overstimulated, you at least know that, but he just feels so good that asking him to stop seems more painful than letting him keep hammering into you.

“My pretty baby, you’re so fucking perfect,” Eren rambles, “so pretty when you cry for me.”

You can’t break away from his gaze, not through the tears or the rapid-fire speed of him fucking into you. Your legs are shaking so badly you can barely hold them up; Eren’s letting a flurry of little grunts and groans fly out, grabbing onto your cheek with one hand.

“Gonna cum soon,” he huffs, hips still pistoning into you hard enough to hurt, “gonna cum in your pussy, really make it mine, okay?”

“Okay,” you whimper, clamping down on him at the mere thought of it.

“Fuck, you like that don’t you?” He seethes against your forehead, thrusts beginning to falter. “You want to be mine? Want this pretty cunt stuffed full of my cum?”

You can feel him getting closer now, sloppy thrusts punching into your cervix, the ache of bruises forming on your inner thighs as he uses you, chasing his orgasm. You force your eyes open, meeting bright, hypnotizing green. Your voice is going to break, you know it, you hate it, you love him for it. “I– I want to be yours. P-please cum in me Eren, I need it.”

He slams into you one last time, holding his hips as tightly to yours as he can manage, cumming deep inside you with a breathless curse. You arch your back, relishing the feel of his cum in you, warm and filling. Even in your fucked-out mind, you know it’s a lot; you can feel the drip of it, seeping out around his cock and down onto the sheets. The leaden collapse of his body into yours, the gradual softening of him inside you, grounds you, pulling you down from the clouds and back into the bed.

It’s Eren on top of you, sweaty skin clinging to yours, his cum that you begged him for leaking out of your abused pussy. Your eyes shoot open. He’s incredibly heavy, your breath still coming out in short puffs as you try to catch it. He slides out of you; one last pitiful whimper leaving your lips as you find yourself empty.

“Holy shit,” Eren breathes out into the tension, a humorless and exhausted laugh punctuating his statement. As he rolls off of you, you’re overcome with the urge to smack him.

“That’s one way of putting it.” You scrounge around in the bed, trying to find the edge of the sheets to cover yourself with. Eren lays beside you, arm tossed over his eyes, as if the entire axis of your friendship hadn’t just flipped on its head. After a beat, you speak your mind, testing the waters. “I should probably call Jean back.”

That catches his attention. Eren sits up, scowling at you. “Why?”

“Maybe he wants to apologize.”

Eren snorts, rolling off of the bed and pulling you up with him, bridal-style; you aren’t sure where he’s taking you, but all the fight’s been fucked out of you, and you melt into his arms, eyes falling closed. “Who fucking cares?”

“I might,” you answer quietly, adjusting to the heat radiating off of his body. When your eyes open, you realize he’s carrying you to the bathroom to clean you up. Your heart thuds sadly in your chest, overcome with so many emotions you couldn’t begin to name them if you tried. You almost want to cry again, for a different reason now.

Eren sits you on the toilet, not responding to your small confession. He drops to his knees before you, reaches a long arm behind him over to the fixtures on his obscenely large bathtub, pushing the plug in and turning the water on. You draw your knees up to your chest, suddenly feeling incredibly exposed. Satisfied with the water temperature, Eren turns back to you, one hand placed firmly on each of your kneecaps.

“You don’t need him,” he says, solemn as you’ve ever seen him, “and from what I saw tonight, you don’t even want him. You know that now, right?”

There’s something about the way he says it, a hidden thread of pleading woven into his words. Your exhausted brain holds onto that, but your heart refuses to believe in it, broken and beating wildly in your chest.

“I just–”

“I meant it, you know,” Eren avoids your direct gaze, eyes flitting over every feature on your face, “I’ve been thinking about this for a long time. Meant every word of it.”

You pause, wondering absentmindedly if he can hear the pounding of your pulse. “Really?”

“We don’t need to get into it now,” he shrugs, “but you know that. You know I’d do anything for you. You know I’d treat you well. ‘M not a bad guy.”

Your chest aches. “I know, but Eren–”

“So that wasn’t the best sex you’ve ever had in your life?” He fixes you with a singular, raised eyebrow, so serious that you giggle in his face.

“You might have me there.”

“Better than horseface?”

“Watch it.”

The light returns to his eyes; it loosens a hard little piece in your chest, flooding you with warmth. It hits you just how much you love that little sparkle amongst the green, just how much you would give to see it as often as you can. “We won’t talk about it, for now at least. I’ll get us cleaned up, and we can go watch–”

“Mamma Mia,” you blurt, hopeful.

“No fucking shot. But we can watch something else of your choosing, if you let me eat you out again.”

“Eren!” You smack his shoulder, scandalized. Both of you laugh; your fake outrage is twice as funny considering the state of you right now, smeared makeup and bruises on your neck.

He grins crookedly back at you. “That’s not a no.”

PANTY STEALER | E. JAEGER

⇲ PAIRING: roommate!eren jaeger x female!reader

⇲ WARNINGS: panty thief eren >:(, smut, swearing, humping/grinding, unprotected sex (wear a condom), creampie, UNDER 17 DNI.

⇲ WORD COUNT: 1,079

⇲ SYNOPSIS: eren is your roommate, and an annoyingly attractive one at that. but one by one, your panties begin to disappear. surely it can’t be eren?

⇲ AN: this concept and ‘ren :,)..this was very self indulgent bye.. but him <33 pls god help.. ty @yeagertv for beta reading bae i love u🤍 please let me know if i missed anything in the warnings! likes + reblogs are always appreciated !!

At first, you didn’t pay it any mind. Maybe it got lost in the wash, or perhaps you’d mistakenly thrown it out. It was just a pair of panties, you had plenty — and if need be, you could buy yourself some more.

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hiii girl <33 how are you? hope you're doing fine! can i request a smut with eren where the reader has a orgasm while eren is sucking her nipples? pleaseeee i just have this on my mind ksjsksjsk and i would LOVE to see it in your write and something soft and fluff at the end, pleaseeee

pairings: eren jaeger x f!reader

wc: 1.5k (kinda went overboard OOPS)

warnings: nipple play, fingering

note: hi anon!! so sorry this took so long but THISSSS yes i agree. rent. free.

ty @luvmegumi @fiaficsxo and @izukine for beta reading <33

"y/n? baby?" eren whispered into your neck before looking up to your face from the poisition the two of you were in.

"hm?" you answered curtly before taking the remote from your bed stand and turning down the volume. you and eren had planned for a chill date today since you were kind of in a slump and wanted some time to relax, which eren was perfectly fine with. he knew that you had been under some stress recently and he had an idea of how he could help.

"i wanna try something," he whisper-shouted as he sat up, placing his hands on either side of you so he could have a better view of his face. it didn't matter how long the two of you had been together, the way he was positioned sent butterflies straight to your stomach.

"oh, uh, what?" you cleared your throat as you waited for his answer.

"it's a surprise," he smirked as he leaned down to press a chaste kiss to your lips before pulling back to peer down at you once again. the kiss felt short to you but there was meaning behind it, you wanted to feel more.

you bring your hands up behind his head, intertwining your fingers in his locks before bringing him down to your lips once more. the feeling of his mouth on yours sent your body on fire, you needed to feel more, on your lips and on your body.

his kisses were soft but urgent, needy but not wanting to overstep himself. eren was always like this, wanting to respect you and your boundaries, you loved that about him. just from kissing, you could already feel your slick pool in your panties, your body was aching for more.

the anticipation of this surprise was driving you insane, you had to know.

“eren, show me,” you whimpered against his lips, bringing your hands down from his hair to grip his biceps as he pulled away, giving you a cheeky smile before moving to kiss down your jaw. his lips moving ever so slowly, as if to build up what he was planning. you trusted him and relished in the feeling of his open-mouthed down your neck can collarbone. 

“can i?” he asked you quietly, grabbing the bottom of your over-sized t-shirt as he looks down at you for confirmation. you respond with a soft “yeah” as he lifts the shirt up to your neck to reveal your bare chest, your once soft buds now hardening at the feeling of the air. “fuck.”

you had opted to not wear a bra today since you were planning on relaxing and not doing anything special, but you were glad that you had went with that choice.

“fuck, you have the prettiest tits, i swear,” he groans before bringing his head down in between the valley of your breasts, placing a few kisses as he cupped each mound in each of his hands. you felt your face heat up at his comment as you let out a breathy laugh followed by a small moan when eren brought his pointer finger and thumb to your left nipple. 

embarrassment overtook your body as you realized how sensitive you were, eren had barely touched you and he took notice of this as he grinned and took your right areola in his mouth, twirling the nub around it with his tongue. he took in every reaction and it went straight to his cock, he made a mental note of how he had to do this again.

“eren, shit,” you whined as you bucked your hips up towards him. you needed him to touch you down there while he had you in his mouth. he nodded, keeping his mouth latched onto your breast as he slid his hand down from playing wit your nipple down and under your skimpy shorts. he groaned at the feeling of your slick practically inviting him in as his slid his middle finger down your folds. you tensed at the feeling of his finger sliding inside your hole, squeezing down on his finger. 

“wow, fuck, you’re so sensitive today, y/n,” he smirked, bringing his mouth off of you to give you a quick kiss before pulling back.

he peered down at your face, contorted with pleasure as your hands gripped the sheets below you as you had no idea where to grab them before. the sheen layer of sweat was apparent in the dim lighted room, he could see how your expression would change if he angled his finger a certain way in your cunt or if he pinched one of your nipples a bit too hard. you peered up at him from your position, noticing all these things about your boyfriend making you want to flip him over and ride him. but this was something he wanted to do and you were going to let him have this. 

you could feel yourself tense when he added his ring finger to join his middle finger in your sopping pussy as he slowly fucked you. he had this smirk on his face that hadn’t left from before, and it was driving you insane. you knew that this wasn’t going to be enough alone, but eren’s movements on your breasts were something different, you could get off with this. 

“eren, please, ‘wanna cum,” you now had a feeling that he wanted to try and get you off from sucking on your nipples and you wanted to see if you could. you were already close before when he was playing around with them, so why not now?

“you wanna cum? go on pretty girl, do it, nothing’s stopping you,” he urged, eyes glistening with lust as the idea of you having an orgasm flooded through his head. 

“no, bring your mouth back,” you whispered as you shy your head away from him, which he notices. confused on what you want, he opens his mouth to say something but then it clicks. you want his mouth on your breasts like before, he was planning on making you finish that way, that was the surprise originally. but when you looked at him with that look in your eyes, he couldn’t deny sliding his fingers inside you and having you squeeze down on him, pretending that it was his dick until he could fuck you so good later.

eren brought his mouth back down to your right nipple, swirling the bud around in his mouth and sucking before switching over to the other one as he picked up his pace slightly with his fingers. 

“oh, fuck, eren,” you moaned, throwing your head back as you felt your orgasm rapidly approaching. 

“that’s it, baby,” eren could feel you clench down on his fingers just before he pulled out and began to rub your clit at the same pace. he kissed your right nipple before taking it in his mouth once more, circulating his tongue around it before he bit down gently with his teeth, making sure not to hurt you.

you were so overwhelmed, it wasn’t even his hand playing with your clit that drove you over the edge, it was the last moment there. you came with a scream of his name as you whole body trembled from the shock of your orgasm. he gently rubbed your clit to ease you out of your high before placing a kiss on your lips. 

“you did so well,” he smiles, noses touching as you give him a smile.

“so, was the surprise you trying to get me off from sucking my on my nipples?” you giggled as eren pulled your shirt back down over your chest as he walked over to your dresser to get you a clean pair of shorts.

“fuck, how’d you know?” he asked before coming back into bed with you, pulling your body against his.

“i mean, it was kinda obvious after you started,” you told him.

“damn,” he laughed, burying your head in your neck. “do you feel more relaxed now?”

“yes, baby, thank you,” you snuggled up closer to him, feeling his still erect length through his sweatpants. “oh, fuck, i’m sorry.”

“shit, no, don’t worry about me,” he assures you as he fixes his pants before bringing his arms around your waist. “i can wait.” you press a kiss to his cheek before bringing your hand to his chest and closing your eyes. you could feel the drowsiness overtake you as eren pressed a chaste kiss to your forehead.

“i love you,” he whispers, thinking that you’re asleep as you cuddle closer to him in response. he smiled to himself, seeing your sleeping figure and thought how cute it was that you fell asleep so quickly. he had been worried about you recently and was really grateful that he could help you let off some steam. for you, it was a way for him to show you that he was always there for you and always ready to help you. 

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having eren as your lil toxic ex bf is so…..what’s the word….. pointless??? he’s never truly gonna be ur ex because he just cannot and will not let you go, and he reminds you that every time he’s beating your pussy from the back.

“i shouldn’t even be letting you fuck me like thisss,” you moaned into your pillow, your tears and drool soaking the soft material. eren chuckled running his tongue over his bottom lip slowly, “oh baby but you should because i’m your boyfriend and you know m’sorry right?” he cooed down at you. he pushed his dick fully inside your soaked pussy until he was sure you were feeling every inch he had to offer you. your eyes rolled into the back of your head and your body completely stiffened, pure ecstasy coursing through your veins. “you ain’t—f-fuck you ain’t fucking s-sorry,” you hissed, digging your nails into your palms that eren had pinned to your back preventing you from slowing his movement. without skipping a beat eren wrapped his hand around your throat pulling you up against his chest, “listen to me and listen good ma,” he grunted in your ear. “if i say i’m sorry then you better believe i. fucking. mean. it.” his thrusts were particularly harsh at the last four words of his sentence and by now you were really starting to think baby boy was sorry. his fingers began to roughly rub at your swollen clit, a harsh slap was given every once in a while when he felt you try to move out of his grip. “say you forgive me and you’ll never leave me and i’ll make you cum, c’mon baby jus’ say it,” he whined directly into your ear nibbling softly at the skin of your lobe. you really really needed to cum and if inflating eren’s ego meant it was possible you were all for it. “okayyyy eren okay i forgive you n’ i’ll never leave you i promise just please make me cum,” you shamelessly moaned out, throwing your head back against eren’s shoulder. “that’s all i wanted to hear baby,” he sighed contently, “that’s all daddy wanted to hear now arch that back and let daddy make this pussy cum yeah?”

you knew it was all empty promises and lies but by god you just could not help but be tangled up in the beautiful mess that was eren yeager <//3

I need one with eren talking you through it, when its ROUGH (...and maybe a daddy kink)

ouuuu…..i like the way you think (i made this a plug!eren drabble bc i miss him)

cw include: black fem!reader, bratty reader like real bad, it’s a little angsty but y’all already know i cant resist a happy ending, levi makes the briefest appearance i don’t even mention his name lmao (he’s the supplier), eren is pretty rough, spanking, pain play??? idk man, unprotected sex, daddy kink, overstimulation, spitting, choking, lots of dirty talk, reader eventually passes out from the overstimulation but don’t worry there is aftercare///NOT PROOFREAD

“how much longer ren m’so bored,” you sighed leaning your head against the window. eren looked at the gps on his phone muttering out, “should be there in ten more minutes.” he made a mental note to drive a little more carefully so you wouldn’t bump your head against the window, afraid that would make you more crabby than you already were.

the two of you were on the way to his suppliers house and the long drive had you crawling out of your skin, you were so damn bored. he insisted you stay home knowing you hated long drives but you being you said otherwise and joined him anyways. “ten more minutes?! i feel like we’ve been driving for hoursss,” you puffed air through your cheeks and closed your eyes hoping the next time you opened them you’d be there.

after fifteen minutes you finally made it to your destination mumbling out a ‘fucking finally’ that didn’t go unnoticed by eren. “stay here i’ll be back in a few,” he spoke softly giving your forehead a kiss before making his way into the house. another ten minutes passed and eren still hadn’t come out making your mood even more sour. you nibbled on your lip contemplating if you should knock on the door— the angel on your shoulder was telling you to stay in the car and wait patiently, maybe even apologize for being so bratty. the devil on the other hand was telling you to storm in the house and tell eren to speed up the process.

before you even knew it you were getting out of the car and knocking on the door, your bracelets jangling on your wrist as you did so. “who the fuck is it?” someone yelled from behind the door making you jump. “uhm— i’m looking for my boyfriend…eren,” you said back, feeling your heart rate begin to speed up.

a few seconds later the door swung open and there eren was, a confused look on his face. “i thought i told you to wait in the car,” he sighed trying his absolute hardest to be patient with you. you put your hand on your hip, your brows furrowing “you were taking too long and i’m ready to go.” eren grabbed your arm and yanked you in the house before shutting the door, “look i’ll be done in a few just wait her—” you interrupted eren with a sharp ‘no i wanna go now!’

eren’s face turned stoic, showing no emotion as you threw your little temper tantrum. just as you finished your bratty rant a man a few inches taller than you came out of literally nowhere and handed eren a backpack, “sorry for the wait i’ll see you same time again next week.” eren nodded and dapped the man up before ushering you out of the door, not saying a word. he was absolutely fuming meanwhile you were as happy as could be because you were finally heading back home.

the drive back was eerily silent, not even the radio was on it was almost like eren wanted you to know he was irritated with you. finally he spoke up, “why did you act like that?” he asked not taking his eyes off the road. “like what?….” you mumbled knowing good and well what he was talking about. eren let out a long sigh, clenching his jaw tightly. “like a fucking brat,” he spat out now looking over at you. it was silent for a few moments only making him more upset, “answer me y/n,” he commanded making you shrink into your seat.

you didn’t even have it in you to give him a snarky remark. it was still radio silence and that’s what finally made eren pull over on the side of the road. eren grabbed a half smoked blunt from the ashtray sitting in the center console before sparking it, not even bothering to crack a window.

“that guy is like my fucking boss y/n you know this, and you also know he doesn’t tolerate any bullshit i’ve told you this countless times. you’re lucky he didn’t see you throwing your little temper tantrum,” eren didn’t raise his voice not once but you still felt like crying from embarrassment. “m’sorry ren i was just so bored—” eren cut you off quickly holding his hand up. “i told you you’d be better off staying at our place while i went didn’t i?” you didn’t say anything instead you just nodded your head. “you insisted on coming though and when i told you to behave yourself just a for little what did you do?” he asked cocking his eyebrow. you stared down at your lap, twirling the promise ring he’d recently bought for you around your finger. “i was acting out,” you mumbled feeling a stray tear begin to make its way down you cheek, eren was quick to wipe it away though.

eren took a long hit of the blunt before setting it aside, taking your hands in his much larger ones. “hey none of that crying shit now okay? i’m not mad at you,” he said in a much gentler tone. for the first time in what felt like ages you finally looked him in the eye. “promise you aren’t mad?” you sniffled, your eyes glassy with unshed tears. he hummed pressing a kiss to the promise ring, “i promise.” eren reached over and unbuckled your seatbelt, maneuvering you onto his lap. “could never be mad at you even if i should be,” he chuckled pressing a soft kiss to the side of your head. he leaned in closer till his lips were by your ear before whispering, “but that doesn’t mean you’re off the hook.”

the rest of the drive home your heart was practically pumping out of chest as you wondered what eren planned to do with you. sure he always threatened to bend you over his lap or use you to get himself off and leave you high and dry but he never actually acted upon it. “go inside and wait in the room for me i just gotta make a call real quick,” he pressed a kiss to your trembling hand before sending you on your way. you were petrified yet confusingly excited for eren had in store for you.

‘new level’ by a$ap ferg blasted throughout the cars speakers as eren smoked away the remainder of the blunt he had. he didn’t really have someone to call he just wanted a little time to plot, smoking always brought out the creative side in him. “what am i gonna do with her?” eren hummed, bringing the blunt to his lips.

while eren was still scheming in the car, you were sitting as still as a statue on your shared bed, hands folded in your lap. you were getting a little worried when ten minutes had passed and he still hadn’t come in, but you worries were washed away when you heard the door open. eren made a pit stop at the fridge and grabbed two water bottles before making his way to your room. he had ditched the hoodie he was wearing, leaving him in his tight long sleeve shirt and sweatpants.

he stared at you for a moment, his eyes red and glassy. “take your clothes off, no talking” was all he said and you made work to rid yourself of your crop top and mini skirt. goosebumps began to cover your skin, your nipples hardening from the cool air as well.

eren slowly walked over to the bed, admiring your beauty and obedience before gripping your jaw roughly. “you’re real spoiled y’know that?” his voice held no emotion as he continued to keep your jaw in his grip, squeezing ever so softly to make your lips pucker up. you attempted to apologize, keyword attempted, but it only made eren laugh. “nah i don’t think you’re really sorry, but you will be,” he took a seat next to you on the bed and pointed at his lap. you looked at him with wide eyes and it took everything in him to not crack on the spot.

you slowly but surely laid your body over his lap to which he responded with a low ‘that’s my pretty girl’. he ran his hands over your ass cheeks, feeling up the petal soft skin before giving your right cheek a quick slap. you squealed out his name but he only responded with another slap, this time a little tougher than the last. “shut your mouth before i shut it for you and trust me you don’t want me to do that,” he gave your left cheek three quick slaps, making your body jolt. you were in so much stinging pain you hadn’t even noticed your pussy was dripping wet, making a damp spot on eren’s sweats.

eren swiped two fingers through your sopping folds, a low groan rumbling in his chest at the feeling of your essence coating his digits. “looks like your enjoying this shit a little more than you should huh? so fuckin’ nasty,” he spanked your pussy and that’s when you finally let out a broken moan. eren licked his lips and did it again, and again, and again until your thighs clenched together, the damp spot on eren’s sweats growing by the second. eren threw his head back laughing like something genuinely funny had happened. he lowered his head, bringing his lips extremely close to your ear, “did you just cum from getting your slutty little pussy slapped? hm?”

you were too embarrassed to say anything and just nodded, but that wasn’t enough for eren. his fingers made their way back to your pussy, spreading open your lips before pressing down harshly on your clit. “if you want me to move my fingers i need to hear your voice loud and clear mama,” he pinched your clit harshly and you whined, gripping the soft material of his sweatpants between your trembling fingers. “yes…that’s what i came from,” you mumbled into his thigh, your ears burning from embarrassment. eren yanked your head up by you braids and pinched your clit once more, he wasn’t even close to satisfied with your answer.

“and what exactly did you cum from hm? say that shit or the only way you’ll be getting off tonight is by grinding on my shoes.” he didn’t mean it but from the look on your face you thought he was deadass. it was hilarious to him. “i—i came from you…” eren began to rub quick little circles on your poor clit. “came from what mama? go ‘head and say it.” tears were beginning to pool at your lash line—god this was so humiliating. “i came from you slapping my—hah! m-my pussy! i came from that and it was so—so good p-please do it again!” eren halted his movements, an evil grin making its way onto his lips.

with ease he had lifted you off his lap and had you flat on your back. “you should know better than to ask for shit during your punishment…but i guess all that pretty little head knows is how to spot expensive shit from a mile away and taking dick,” his words were harsh, sure, but that didn’t mean they didn’t have your pussy clenching around nothing. he’s never been this way with you and honestly it was a trip! maybe you’d have to start pissing him off more oft—

“hey? you listening to me?” eren snapped his fingers in front of your face, bringing you back to reality. “yes, yes m’sorry im listening,” eren hummed and gave your forehead a sweet kiss, mumbling something about how the safe-word was ‘red’. “you know i love you more than anything in this world right?” he spoke softly, pulling down his sweatpants and briefs. you looked him in his eyes, giving him a small smile “yes of course i know that ren.” eren swiped his dick between your soaked folds, making sure to bump at your clit with his tip. “good….because m’not gonna lie im about to fuck you like i don’t,” before you could even process his words he fully sheathed himself inside of you.

you tried to pull away but eren made quick work to push your knees to your shoulders, keeping you in the most intense mating press he’s ever had you in. he’d usually prep you a bunch but unfortunately for you that wasn’t happening tonight. “you good?” he spoke softly, tapping your cheek a few times. although the stinging stretch was a bother you had no intentions on stopping him, which is why you were quick to nod your head letting him know all was well.

eren took that as his sign to start giving you rough, deep strokes. “cant believe after all the times we’ve fucked you’re still so goddamn tight,” he growled, slapping your face. it caught you completely off guard by mannn did you fucking love it. “do t-that again—smack me,” eren breathlessly chuckled and happily smacked you once again, giving the stinging skin a wet kiss afterwards.

“f-fuck open your mouth,” you opened your mouth and stuck out your tongue with zero hesitation, moaning loudly when a glob of spit fell from eren’s lips and into your mouth. “what do you say?” eren picked up the pace of his thrusts, the harsh claps of his thighs against your reddening up his skin. “thank you—thank you daddy! s-shit m’gonna cum!” you squeezed around eren like a vice, nearly forcing him to halt his movements. “that was good,” he hummed, giving your sweaty forehead kiss.

“but we’re not done yet.”

45 minutes later…..

“oh my fuckin’ goodness,” you sobbed into the pillow eren had pushed your face into. six damn orgasms and he was still showing no signs of stopping. he really was fucking you like he hated your guts. “i know baby, i know. feels good yeah?” eren whispered in your ear, nibbling on the lobe. he had you in backshots previously, but after your sixth orgasm your body had collapsed onto the mattress. he wasn’t even thrown off, instead he just pressed his chest against your back and slowly rocked into you. the damp sheets were now grinding roughly onto your clit and it had you seeing stars.

eren had came three times, each time inside your pussy making an even bigger mess. if your mind wasn’t so fuzzy you would’ve gotten embarrassed from how loud the squelching sounds of your pussy were, but fortunately for you you could barely even remember your name let alone background noise. “that’s right baby just keep on takin’ it don’t run from it,” he moaned directly into your ear as he emptied his fourth load into your spent pussy. surely he was done now right??? wrong. so so wrong.

“eren—daddy i don’t think i can take no more,” you whimpered in defeat as he turned you on your back once more. eren settled on his knees, wrapping your legs around his waist. “you wanna use the safe word?” he queried, stuffing any cum that seeped out of your pussy back into you. when he was met with silence he smirked. “yeah that’s what a thought.”

he tapped his tip against your swollen clit before slipping back into your pussy, groaning at the warmth that enveloped him. “such a pretty lil thing i love you so so much. my sweet girl mmm you’re my sweet girl right? all mine?” he was now babbling nonsense just as much as you were. in the process of fucking you dumb he had also managed to fuck himself stupid. figures.

“o-oh! yes ren m’all y-yours!” you let out a pornographic moan and eren quickly silenced you by wrapping his hand around your throat. there was pressure but not enough to fully block your airway. eren used his free hand to rub sloppy circles on your clit with his thumb, making your body full tense up. ‘cumming…cumming’ was all you managed to get out before a stream of clear liquid hit eren’s pelvis and yet he still did not stop.

“yeah that’s right let it out baby c’mon gimme some more,” eren pulled out and began aggressively tapping his tip against your clit. your back arched off the bed as you squirted again and that’s when you blacked out. eren made quick work to lay down and pull your shaking body into his, mumbling out praises left and right. “c’mon baby come back to me…that’s it there you go, my sweet girl—my precious girl,” when your eyes cracked open you were met with eren’s angelic face smiling down at you. you sniffled, burying your face in his neck. “i’m sorry…sorry for acting out, won’t do it again i promise,” you mumbled giving his neck little kisses.

eren shook his head, that was the least of his concerns all he wanted to do in this moment was coddle you and love on you with everything he had. “don’t worry about that mama, you just worry about regulating your breathing yeah? take a few deep breathes with me,” that helped immensely and although you were ready to go tf to bed you still needed to be cleaned up… and so did eren….and so did the blankets and sheets. “don’t fall asleep on me just yet princess, m’gonna run you a bath okay?” he waited for you to nod in understanding before picking up your limp body and bringing you to the bathroom.

he filled the bath with hot water and your favorite scented bath salts before setting you in there (but not before testing the water to make sure it didn’t scald your skin ofc). while you relaxed your sore muscles in the bath eren changed the sheets, he couldn’t help but smirk at the huge wet spot along with multiple little damp spots on the material.

“how you feeling mama?” he asked as soon as he walked back into the bathroom. you hummed, looking up at him with nothing but pure love and adoration. “sore…and i still need to wrap my hair up…” you trailed off making eren chuckle. he leant down giving your lips one, two, three kisses the last one being longer than the others. “don’t worry about that i’ll take care of it when you get out,” you let out a sigh of relief and eren laughed once again.

man did this man fucking love you. that’s why he got your eyes tatted on his forearm the very next day heje

18+//// missing nerd!reader and eren rn real bad…..

“shut. the. fuck. up.” eren growled in your ear slapping his palm against your mouth to mute your pathetic moans. it was no use of course you both knew good and well when he fucked you like this it was damn near impossible to stay quiet. the front of your body was pushed against the wall while eren fucked into from behind not even caring anymore if someone saw what the two of you were doing. you were supposed to be tutoring him again but of course your neediness got the best of you and that’s how you ended up here getting fucked stupid in the back of the library. “what do you think everyone would say if they found out the smartest girl in school was a slut for my dick? that i’ve fucked you completely brain dead to the point where you forget your own name? think they would believe me? probably would since everyone knows the shyest girls are the biggest whores,” he chuckled bringing a hand up to squeeze at your breasts over your button up shirt. “i bet since i gave you your first good fuck all you think about is sex huh? it’s okay baby i know you can’t help that you have such a slutty pussy, but it’s my slutty pussy now right? all mine to play with and fuck?” a wicked smile made its way onto his face when he felt your lips move against his palm but no words would come out. eren let out a low groan seeing your slick began to stain his dress pants and he should be mad but he just couldn’t—no not when you were squeezing him so damn good. you could tell eren was close by the way his hand pressed harder against your mouth and his pace had begun to turn sloppy and you were more than happy to let him fill you up and send you on your way but eren had other plans. “s-shit turn around t-turn around,” he gasped removing his dick from your pussy, jerking himself off until his cum had painted the crotch part of your pink lacy panties in pretty white streaks. eren pulled your panties up and gave you a sweet kiss on the forehead before tucking himself back in his pants making a mental note to change out of them before he left. “that was good shit y/n i’ll see you same time tomorrow? and this time wear those crotchless panties i got you ‘kay? these just get in my way,” he chuckled pulling at the elastic of your panties before letting them snap back into place.

𝕂𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕥𝕠𝕓𝕖𝕣 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟚

Using prompts from @the-purity-pen & @buckyownsmylife

These fics will more than likely be more straight to the point with a set word count since there’s so many.

Masterlist of all my fics

Thigh Riding & 69: Mahito PART TWO

Face Sitting: Zeke Jaeger

Mask Kink & Mating Press: Choso

Masturbation: Toji Fushiguro

Daddy Kink & Breeding: Geto Suguru

Cockwarming & Morning Sex: Itachi Uchiha

Cuckholding/Group Sex: Husband Toji, y/n, Geto and Gojo

Praising: Levi Ackerman

Double Penetration: Y/n Eren Jaeger & Jean Kirstein

Orgasm Control: Levi Ackerman

Erotic Photos: Kakashi Hatake

Hate/Angry Sex & Exhibitionism: Naoya Zen’in

Overstimulation: Armin Arlert

Shower Sex/Bath Sex: Jiraiya

Licking: Deidara

Lingerie: Gojo Satoru

Unprotected Sex & Nipple play: Eren Jaeger

Mirror Sex: Hange Zoe

Spitting & Rough Sex : Aki Hayakawa

Love bites/Marks: Noritoshi Kamo

Tender Sex: Kyojuro Rengoku

Orgasm Denial: Portgas D. Ace

Bondage: Toji Fushiguro

Accidental Stimulation: Choso

Semi Public Sex: Kakashi Hatake

Sensory Deprivation: Madara Uchiha

Body Worship: Roy Mustang

Phone Sex: Nanami Kento

Food Play: L (Death note)

Sex Pollen: Akaza

Free Space: Geto Suguru

Comment below If you want to be tagged in all fics when posted! Hope you all enjoyed 🫶🏼

Double the Fun

Pairing: Eren Jaeger x f!reader x Reiner Braun

Rating: Explicit – MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

Word Count: ~3.9k

cw: next-door neighbors Eren and Reiner, modern day au, all characters are mid-twenties, explicit language, p*rn no plot, smut – threesome, vaginal sex, anal sex, anal play, spit play, nipple play, cunnilingus, face-riding, blowjob, hand job (M/M), double-penetration, multiple orgasms from the reader, sex toy use (anal plug), cream pies (in both holes), Reiner is a bit of a perv and sniffs panties (just like how he sniffed Historia’s letter in the finale LOL), pet names (baby, sweetheart, sweetie), slight degradation (use of slut, cock slut, whore, and cock sleeve to address the reader), slight breeding kink, sex without a condom (assuming reader is on some form of birth control)

Summary: You’ve been having a bit of a dry spell recently with how busy you’ve been at work. When you finally manage to snag a date with one of your online dating matches, you’re unfortunately stood up, leaving you in a worse mood than before. Lucky for you, your two hot neighbors are more than willing to cheer you up.  

Author’s Notes: Phew! This one is a doozy! Please make sure you read the content warnings before reading. This is filthy and shameless; I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it! I LOVE Eren and Reiner together, idk, they just always scratch this everlasting itch I have. I’m still getting used to writing threesomes, so I hope this is okay! Also, this is my first foray into butt stuff and I may have awoken something inside me, LOL. MDNI divider by the loveliest @/cafekitsune. Thank you for reading! 

Taglist: @batafuraikisu @neverlandlostchild @bloompompom @dprkento @a-listaire @man-knees @slvt-for-smut @antique-remains @aiyaaayei

part 4 of to all the boys who live next door anthology series

“Are you sure you don’t want me to sit, like, two tables away? What if this guy is sketch?” 

You can spot the obvious concern in Pieck’s voice through the speaker of your phone, which is currently face-up on top of your vanity as you get ready. You finish the last steps of your makeup, inspecting yourself in the mirror, satisfied. “Don’t worry, I’ve got pepper spray in my purse in case he tries anything funny,” you assure your best friend. It’s been a while since you last went on a proper date. Pieck’s always been a worry-wart about you meeting strangers from your online dating apps, constantly reminding you to stay vigilant. Tonight is no different. 

“You should at least let your hot neighbors know that you’re going out, so they can keep an eye out for you,” she suggests, throwing that in casually. Ever since you moved in a few months ago, she’s been rooting for you to hook up with either of the two men next door, Eren Jaeger and Reiner Braun. She’s met them plenty of times in passing and would much rather you date one of them instead of the countless of mysterious men on your current roster. 

There’s no denying that they’re attractive. Eren with his long, dark hair, striking eyes, and toned physique. Reiner with his sharp jawline, broad shoulders, and well-groomed goatee. They also happen to be incredibly friendly towards you, always greeting you in the hallway with a genuine smile, asking how your day went or what you’ll be up to. They’ve invited you for dinner on several occasions, which has always been pleasant, sometimes leaning towards the flirtatious side. You’re sure they’re just nice guys, cordial neighbors looking out for one another. There’s nothing more to it than that, even if a small part of you wants there to be. 

You step back from your reflection, checking yourself out once one more. “I’ll be fine, Pieck.”

“What if I can’t reach you? There should be at least one other person who’s aware of your whereabouts, right?” This is what binging too many true crime documentaries does. Still, you’re grateful for your friend’s concern, knowing it’s all out of love. You can tell she’s actually distressed about this, so you end up agreeing, mostly to appease her. She wishes you well before hanging up as you slip into heels by the door. 

You tug at the hem of your skimpy black dress, hand motionless on the doorknob. It’s your first date in over a month. Work has been so busy that you haven’t had time for romance or sex. The variety of sex toys tucked away in your drawer has been your only solace these past few weeks. To say you’re ready for some real action is an understatement. You’re also incredibly nervous, afraid you’ve lost your groove. That’s why you’ve taken extra measures to fully prepare yourself for anything tonight. 

With a deep breathe, you step out into the hallway, following Pieck’s advice. You knock on your neighbor’s door and Eren is the first to answer. His expression brightens when he realizes it’s you. “Hi,” he greets you, flashing that charming smile of his. He scans you up and down, taking in your appearance. “Wow.”

“Is that a good wow or a bad wow?” you grin, twirling for him. 

He swallows hard, checking you out once more. “Definitely a good wow.”

It’s that extra boost of confidence you need for this date, so you’re appreciative of him. “Thank you, Eren. You’re always so sweet.” 

He crosses his arms over his chest, smirking. “So, hot date tonight?”

You decide to be honest with him. “Yeah. It’s been a minute, so I’m a little nervous.”

“Don’t be. Any guy would be lucky to date you.” His eyes twinkle at you kindly.

You imagine Pieck screaming at you from twenty miles away, begging you to date Eren instead of going out with this random swipe right. Eren is simply a sweet guy paying his neighbor a compliment. There’s nothing more to it than that. Before you get the chance to thank him, Reiner’s deeper voice calls out from inside the apartment. “Who is it?”

Without taking his eyes off you, Eren answers with your name. Soon, the blonde joins him, jaw dropping when he notices you. “Fuck.”

Eren elbows him in the chest, to which Reiner mutters a strained apology. “Sorry. You just look amazing.”

The flattery is almost too much, cheeks warm with embarrassment, stomach fluttering. “Thank you.” Reiner is usually the more forward of the two, blurting out whatever is on his mind, though you’re not complaining. 

Grinning, Reiner asks, “So, who’s the lucky guy?”

“Someone I met online. My friend said I should let my wonderful neighbors know my whereabouts tonight, in case I end up missing,” you explain casually. 

“How morbid,” Eren chuckles. “We’ll keep an eye out for you later so that your friend doesn’t have to worry.”

“I would appreciate that.”

Reiner raises a brow at you. “Unless you’re planning on sleeping with him. We probably won’t see you if it does go well.” He hunches forward when Eren lands another blow to his chest, shutting his roommate up. 

You giggle, agreeing with him. “No, you’re totally right. I’m going to stay optimistic and say that if I don’t come home tonight, that’s a good thing.”

“We’ll hope for the best, then,” Eren replies, beaming. 

You turn to leave, waving farewell to them. Reiner yells out, “Have fun tonight! But not too much fun!”

~~~

You return to your apartment complex less than two hours later, heels clicking loudly on the tiled steps, feet heavy with disappointment. After taking a twenty-minute taxi ride to the restaurant you agreed to meet him at, you proceeded to wait an entire hour only to realize that you’ve been stood up. No text, no reply, no call. You’ve been made a fool, completely humiliated, the night and the rest of your weekend absolutely ruined by this asshole’s no-show.  

It takes you a while to dig through your purse for your keys, patience already worn thin. Frustrated, you groan out loud, staring up at the ceiling. “Why me?”

In the worst timing ever, the door to your left swings open. Eren pops his head out, saying your name curiously.

Reluctantly, you turn to face him. “Hey.”  

He comes out, dressed casually in sweats, hair wrapped in a messy bun with the few stray strands draping the back of his neck. “That was quick.”

With an unconvincing smile, trying to hide the shame that currently consumes you, you admit, “I got stood up.”

His demeanor changes instantly. The concern on his face is endearing, and when he drifts towards you, he reaches out, then drops his arm, unsure how best to console you without crossing any lines. “No way.”

You nod, sighing. “It’s true.”

“Fuck, I’m so sorry.” He steps closer to you, hesitantly placing his hand on your shoulder, testing the waters. 

You smile at him, enjoying this simple touch of comfort. “It’s fine. It is what it is.”

The two of you linger like this, Eren gazing into your eyes, holding you. His palm is hot on the fabric of your dress, and for a split second, you wonder how pleasant it’d be on your bare skin. And maybe it’s your wishful thinking or your desperation for human contact after being rejected tonight, but you can feel the heat of a spark between you now. Before you let your fantasies drive you to do something unprecedented, you search your bag again, finally retrieving your keys. He lets you go, watching you shove them into the keyhole, unlocking the door. “Are you okay?”

In all honestly, you’re not, but there’s nothing him or anyone else can do about it, right? “I’ll be okay. Sucks that I got all dressed up for this, though. What a waste.”

He doesn’t respond right away, choosing his words carefully. “Well,” he starts, the faintest blush tinged on his cheeks. “It doesn’t have to be.” 

You stare at him, heart beating faster, making sure you’re understanding him correctly. “Really?”

He clears his throat, licking his lips. “Yeah. Maybe we can get some use out of it.”

“We?”

As if on cue, Reiner emerges from inside their apartment, having heard everything. “Fuck that shitty asshole. You’ll have way more fun with us.” He stands next to his roommate, grinning at you.

This time, you do listen to Pieck’s voice in your head, yelling at you to go for it. To let these two alluring neighbors of yours take care of you the way you deserve. Already feeling better, you give them a coy smile, opening the door to let them in. “Okay, then. Come on in.”

~~~

It’s the first time they’ve ever been inside your apartment, though you save the formal tour for later. As soon as the three of you are inside, door shut, shoes off, they’re both kissing you fiercely. Eren faces you, slipping his tongue into your mouth, hot and heavy. He caresses your sides, squeezing the curves of your body through your dress. Reiner is behind you, grip just below Eren’s, firm on your hips. His lips brush delicately on the nape of your neck, groin pressed to your backside, the bulge protruding from his pants growing harder and harder between your ass cheeks. You moan into the kiss, pussy throbbing in your lingerie, eager to be touched by either man, by both of them. Why did you even bother trying to hook up with strangers online when the perfect matches were beside you all along?

Reiner chuckles, breath hot on your ear, voice low and rugged. “You’re really horny, aren’t you? All dolled up and ready to be fucked, huh?” There he goes again, blunt and straightforward and so fucking sexy, exactly what you need tonight. 

And here is Eren, soft and gentle, committed to kissing you, whispering sweet nothings any chance he gets. “You’re beautiful. Such a gorgeous girl. So pretty for us.” Also exactly what you need. 

You lead them into your bedroom, Eren flipping on the light switch, keeping his lips on you while Reiner strips out of his clothes, starting with his pants. Eren does the same, hoisting his shirt off, revealing his impressive figure. You attempt to slip out of your dress, but Reiner stops you. “Keep it on,” he rasps, down to his underwear now, boner more obvious, poking out from his briefs.  

Eren pinches your butt, snapping the tight fabric to your skin. “We’re not letting this go to waste, remember?”

You nod mindlessly, brain hazy with lust, too eager to be fucked. “Fuck me,” you beg, spit smeared all over your lips. 

They both laugh softly, walking you towards the bed. “So impatient, so needy,” Eren coos, positioning himself in front of you, toying with the hem of the skirt.

Reiner sits up against the headboard, propping you up on his lap, your back pressed to his muscular chest. “What’s the rush, baby?” he teases, licking a stripe behind your ear. “We’re going to take care of you. Right, Eren?”

Eren bites his lip as he works your dress up past your thighs until it’s bunched up at your hips, exposing your soaked thong on your wet cunt. “Oh fuck yeah,” he huffs, salivating. “Gonna make you feel so good. Make you come so fucking much.”

You spread your legs wider for him, a pathetic whine escaping your throat, more and more desperate by the second. He hooks his finger on the crotch of your panties, smirking at the string of arousal that stretches between the fabric and you. “So fucking wet, holy shit.” 

He tugs it all the way off your legs, tossing it over to Reiner, who brings it up to his nose, taking a big whiff. “Such a slut for wearing these on a first date. Our naughty girl.” He lets your lingerie fall from his grasp onto the floor, sliding to the plush of your thighs, keeping your legs spread apart. 

Eren dives in, spreading his wide tongue flat on your clit, moving it side-to-side, stimulating you into your first orgasm. Your knees twitch from the sensation, the pleasure rippling through you like waves of ecstasy. You turn your head towards Reiner’s, opening your mouth, pleading him for a kiss. He obliges, sticking his tongue inside you, slurping up your saliva, hungry for it. “You’re so fucking nasty,” he growls, reaching for the drawer beside the bed. “Bet you have toys hiding in here. Why don’t we have some more fun and play with them?” You whimper wantonly, keen on the idea of Reiner using whatever he wants on you to make you come again. 

He finds exactly what he’s looking for: your precious anal plug, tapered on one end, heart-shaped gem on the other. When he pulls it out, he barks out a laugh, almost like he can’t believe his luck. “You really are a whore,” he whispers in your ear, sinister and wicked, about to have too much fun with this. “Did you prep yourself to be fucked in the ass? Be honest.” Even Eren pauses, peering up at you, curious. 

“Yes,” you mewl, squirming with arousal, body tingling all over.

Eren’s chuckle reverberates against your clit, releasing you from his mouth to lap at your wet slit. “Good girl,” he muffles, collecting your cum on his tongue. “So perfect for us.”

The dynamic between them spurs you on, Eren playing the good guy, Reiner playing bad. Both of them work together with a common goal in mind: to cheer up their pretty neighbor from what would have been a bummer of a night. But already, you’re thankful that you were stood up; you’re certain now that this is the much better alternative. 

“Eren, switch spots with me,” Reiner demands. “And you,” he says, giving you a quick peck on the cheek. “On your stomach.”

You both obey him without protest. Eren leans against the headboard with a dazed look in his eyes, licking his shiny, cum-coated lips. He smiles as you gaze up at him, wrapping your fingers around his shaft, stroking him. You open wide, tapping the tip of his dick on your tongue before sinking down on him until you’re too the hilt, swallowing him into the back of your throat. He cups yours cheeks, caressing you gently. “So fucking pretty with my cock in your mouth. My gorgeous girl.” You accept the praise shamelessly, relishing the distinct taste of him.

From behind, Reiner worships you, squeezing your ass cheeks, spreading them apart to ogle at your fluttering hole. Without warning, he hocks a frothy wad of spit directly onto it, teasing his thumb on the rim. “Fuck, baby,” he utters as you moan on Eren’s cock. “I’m gonna put it in now, okay?”

You nod, taking Eren deeper, your nose pressed to his groin, drool leaking from the sides of your mouth, bracing yourself. The plug is slick with lube as Reiner pushes it in carefully until the heart-shaped jewel is flush to your hole. He swears under his breath, marveling at the sight before him, cock pulsating in his fist. You stay like this for a while, adjusting to the toy inside you. It really did help that you prepared for this earlier. 

“So sexy,” Eren murmurs from above you, staring on your backside. “You take it so good, sweetheart.”

“Like an obedient slut,” Reiner adds, using his thumb to push the plug the slightest bit deeper. He lifts your hips to position himself below you so that you’re straddling his face. “Can you come again, baby?”

“Of course she can. She’s our good girl,” Eren purrs, petting your head softly as you continue to blow him. 

Reiner eats you out sloppily, different from Eren, who’s intentional with his every move. It sends you into another frenzy, pushing you closer and closer over the edge, especially when he begins playing with the plug, pumping it in and out of you slowly. You’re overstimulated with Eren’s hot cock throbbing in your mouth, clit swollen on Reiner’s tongue, and asshole puckered around the smooth glass of the plug. You reach your climax easily, gushing all over Reiner’s face, riding out your orgasm until you’ve completely soaked him in your juices. He drinks it all up, messy and greedy for every drop of you he can scour. He really is as insatiable as you imagined he’d be. 

You release Eren to catch your breath, to which he tips your chin up to face him. “You’re incredible,” he says, the familiar twinkle in his eyes making your heart race. You paw at his chest, crawling up to meet him for a kiss. 

Reiner quickly joins the two of you, not wanting to be left out, rubbing his hard cock between your ass cheeks. You kiss the both of them at the same time, all of your saliva mingling together into a hot, wet mess that you’re currently intoxicated by. After a moment, Eren pulls back. “Does our pretty girl want to get fucked now?”

“Show us how big of a cock slut you are,” Reiner grunts, circling the jeweled end of the plug, teasing your hole. 

Eren helps remove the dress off you completely, hoisting it off your body. He stretches his arm towards the drawer. “Are the condoms in here too?”

You shake your head briskly, bringing his attention back to you. “I want it raw. Want you to fill me up.” 

They both moan, clearly fond of your request, kissing you feverishly. Eren nudges your breast into his mouth, latching onto your nipple. Reiner sucks the skin all along your neck, leaving his love marks, growling, “You want us to breed you, huh? Want all this cum inside these tight little holes of yours. Oh fuck.” His voice is rough and husky, gradually losing his composure. 

Eren’s remains tender, his breath soft on your bosom. “We’re going to breed you so good, sweetheart.” He shimmies down the bed, lying flat on his back, peering up at you with adoration. You straddle him, rubbing yourself on his shaft, needy for friction on your aching clit.

Reiner’s embraces you from behind, groping your chest, focusing on his roommate’s dick and your wet cunt gliding along it. He reaches between you and Eren, fisting his friend’s cock with fast strokes. “Look how hard he is for you. He’s going to fuck you so good. Make you cream all over the sheets.” Your pussy is sopping with arousal from the dirty talk alone, but watching Reiner touch Eren has you dizzy. 

“Fuck, Reiner,” Eren moans, throat bobbing as he swallows hard. “That’s so fucking hot.” He lets his roommate jerk him off while you continue to grind yourself on him. Soon, he replaces Reiner’s fist with his own, cockhead glistening with precum. “Are you ready, sweetheart?”

Reiner moves to your swollen bud, tapping it with his thick fingers. “Oh yeah, she’s fucking ready. Come on, cock sleeve. Put it in.”

Without wasting another second, you line yourself up with him. Eren slides in smoothly, his entire length in you, pussy stretched around him perfectly. You whimper from the fullness, his cock to the hilt and the plug nestled in your backside. Reiner places his hand on your posterior, urging you to lean down so that your chest-to-chest with Eren, who kisses you passionately, remaining still inside you. “Eren,” you whimper his name, drooling into his mouth. He smiles against you, delighted at how fucked out you are for him.

Reiner adjusts his stance, hovering over you by planting one foot on the bed to prop his knee up, giving him enough leverage. He focuses on the plug, tugging it out just barely only to push it back in, repeating this several times, causing you to cry out in pleasure. Finally, he removes it completely, staring wide-eyed at your gaping hole, oh-so-inviting for his fat cock. “Look at that,” he croons, circling your rim with his finger, sensitive to his touch.

You want so badly to be stuffed full by both of them. In a trembling voice, you whine, “Please, Reiner.”

Laughing, he delivers a harsh smack to your ass, skin immediately stinging from it. He dribbles more of his spit onto you, teasing the tip of his dick on the rim. “Not yet, slut.” You can’t see him, too immersed in kissing Eren right now, but you can practically hear the wicked grin on his face, watching you squirm below him as he torments you.

Eren intervenes, annoyed with his friend’s behavior. “Come on, Reiner. Give her what she wants. She deserves it.” He nuzzles his nose to yours. “She’s been a very, very good girl.”

Eventually, Reiner relents. “You’re right. She’s a good girl. And good girls deserve to get fucked in both holes.” 

You shiver at his perverse words, bracing yourself. At last, he guides himself inside you, filling you to the brim. It’s better than any fantasy you could dream of, the sensation so intense, tears begin welling in your eyes.

They start thrusting simultaneously, Eren pummeling your cunt from below, Reiner pounding your ass from behind. It’s messy and raunchy, their hands slippery all over your body from lube, slick, and sweat. The air surrounding you is laden with lust and desire. The collective moans from all three of you echo off the walls of your small bedroom, along with the squeaks of your mattress creaking under the weight of your vigorous lovemaking. 

Reiner is rendered speechless now, totally concentrated on pumping his cock in and out of your fluttering hole, the only sound from his mouth being his ragged breaths. Eren slips one hand between you, his digits pressed to your puffy clit as he fucks up into your pussy. The other fondles your tit, thumb flicking your nipple until it’s perky. He continues to praise you, constantly musing about what a good girl you are, how perfect you are for them. 

At this point, you’ve lost track of how many times you’ve come. You’re in a perpetual state of ecstasy, surrounded by the two hottest men in your life who are voracious for your orgasms. The sour memory from earlier has completely faded and all you can think about is the sweet bliss you’re currently indulging in. 

Eren is the first to come, no longer able to endure it. His even thrusts turn erratic. “Fuck, I’m coming. I’m coming inside you sweetheart, oh fuck.”

You kiss him languidly, drinking up his moans as he floods your cunt with his load. Soon, Reiner swears loudly, announcing his own climax. “Fuck, gonna breed this slutty hole.” His cock swells, spurting his warm seed inside you.

You relax on top of Eren, who’s equally as spent as you. Reiner pulls out slowly, fixated on his own cum dripping out of you. “Fuck. Let’s see the other one, baby.” You lift off Eren, who almost seems reluctant to let you go. Both of them watch with hazy expressions as his creamy load spills out of you and onto his lap. 

The room is musty with the scent of sex, the sheets messy and stained beneath you. Despite that, you’re on cloud nine, soaring high from having the nastiest ménage á trois with your next-door neighbors.

Maybe you should try getting stood up more often. 

hate you, love you.

synopsis ‹𝟹 a snow lodge getaway in aspen was supposed to be a great time with the friends and your boyfriend jean, but it quickly takes a turn for the worst due to eren’s rocky situationship with you.

warnings ‹𝟹 dubcon, infidelity, enemies to fwb, toxic relationships, jealousy, physical altercations, guilt, drug use, alcohol consumption, pining, hate fucking, revenge/guilt sex, choking, high sex, degradation, hockey player! eren, snowboarder! jean for funsies.

characters ‹𝟹 eren yeager + jean kirschtien.

wc — 7.5k+

DAY 1.

“What are you doing in here, you freak?” Your bitter tone was harsh on Eren’s ears as he quickly slipped into the bathroom. You watched him close the door and lock it before he walked closer to you. Your reflection in the mirror was long forgotten when you saw the handsome brunette invade your privacy with little to no respect. “Did you hear me, Eren? Wha-”

Eren’s hands were on your waist, his body pressing hard into your smaller frame, his weight making you lean against the sink counter. His lips found your neck, nipping and licking at the spot right below your earlobe. Eren smelled amazing, like expensive cologne and citrus shampoo. His body felt so warm against your own, his minty breath tickling your sensitive skin as his hands roamed up the sides of your body.

“You don’t ever shut the fuck up, do you?” Eren asked in a low tone against your skin. You felt the rumble of his deep voice and the smirk in his tone as he spoke. The familiar voices walking past the door made your heartbeat pick up in speed then suddenly you were hyper aware of the fucked up situation you two got into a couple months ago and how you made a promise to yourself that it wouldn’t happen again. That it was nothing but a mistake.

“Eren, stop it-” You say softly. “Eren.” You push his shoulders. He straightens out, his height on display as he towered above you.

“Why are you actin’ like that?” He asks, a look of irritation on his face.

“We can’t do this anymore. I’m serious this time.” You sigh. “And definitely not here.” You cross your arms and look off to the side, feeling uncomfortable under Eren’s judgement stare.

“What? Now you have a conscience all of a sudden?” Eren looks down at you with an incredulous look, one that seemed very condescending. The small smile that ghosted over his lips while his brows were pulling upward in a furrow screamed that he was mocking you. God, he fucking infuriated you.

“Fuck you.” You spat with a look of disgust on your soft facial features. A look that only Eren Yeager could elicit from you. It was almost sick how quickly the man could flip your emotions, like he has a remote to the limbic system in your brain. You absolutely despised how much control one man could have over you.

“Yeah, I already have.” Eren starts, an odd look of reassurance on his face as he nods at you. “Let’s see: that time at Mikasa’s birthday party, you gave me head in the backseat of my car. That other time after my game, can’t forget that. I fucked you in my hockey uniform. Oh, two weeks ago, I made you squirt-” Eren’s words were cut off short when a hard slap connected with his cheek. A crisp clap sounded throughout the bathroom followed by a silence.

Eren’s head was turned to the side from the force behind your hand. A few strands of hair in his face as he held his jaw. There was a small smirk on his lips as his tongue pushed on the inside of his cheek. You looked at him with a frown, your eyes quickly searching for any sign of what he was about to do next. You weren’t planning on slapping him, but it was the reaction your body gave when he started airing your guys’ dirty laundry. It’s not like he didn’t deserve it, he was being a fucking asshole. Maybe next time he’ll shut the fuck up-

Eren’s large hand was on your jaw in an instant and the pressure from his hand was sinking into the soft skin of your cheeks. He held another on your neck, applying enough pressure to make you feel lightheaded. It hurt, it was uncomfortable, but the adrenaline rushing through your blood system numbed any traces of pain or fear. Eren was a big guy. He towered over you in height and he was very athletic. He was a professional hockey player, he had more muscle mass than you ever would. His hand almost felt like it was going to lift you off the ground from how hard he pulled your jaw upward, to the point of actually standing on your tippy toes. Naturally, your hand flew to his wrist, your acrylic nails sinking into his tanned skin and likely causing irritation.

“Touch me like that again and I’ll make sure this trip is a living hell for you.” His emerald eyes are locked onto your (color) ones looking down at you with such intense and deep hatred. You’ve never been sure where exactly this loathing for each other began or why it turned as aggressive and toxic as it did. Maybe it was the fact that you two had clashing personalities to begin with, constantly butting heads over the pettiest things that almost always ended in screaming matches. The interesting thing is, the both of you were equally hard headed and passionate the only difference was being on varying sides of the spectrum. Two sides of the same coin you could say. Your strong disdain for one another has been a running joke in the friend group and that’s maybe where things got… messier than they intended to be.

The obvious underlying physical attraction between the two of you was unmistakable. You could admit Eren was very attractive. Six foot something, shoulder length chocolate brown hair, deep emerald eyes and he physically ripped. He looked like something straight out of someone’s fantasy. The attitude he held only furthered how people perceived him. He did things his own way and that was pretty much the end of. If there was one thing anyone could count on Eren for was not changing his mind after it's already been made up. You’d be better off asking the Sun to orbit around Earth. As the years passed, he’s developed a more somber and dark aura surrounding him. That mixed with his “I do what I want attitude” makes for the prototype “bad boy” image so many perceive to be as attractive. Eren may be a hardass, but he does care for his friends probably even more than he cares about himself. He’s extremely protective over his friends, that included you too, so there was a little bit more than some appeal.

Eren knew you were more gorgeous and that fucking bothered him. He often found himself looking— no, rather staring at you when you all hung out. Of course at first you thought he was trying to be funny when you caught him looking at you, often giving him a snarky comment that once again started a fight. Eren hated you with every bone in his body, he swore he did. So he often found himself questioning why you were a lingering thought in his brain. You and the way you looked up at Jean with that pretty smile and those big curious eyes and always seemed to make Eren sick to his stomach.

Finding the other party attractive wasn’t the problem within itself. The mistake was the friend group letting you and Eren go on the beer run one random night during one of the usual hangouts. Tensions were already high from an argument between you two from earlier in the night and things came to another blow when you both were in the car. The snide comment Eren gave under his breath was enough to make you see red and you snapped. Eren didn’t hold back either, you both in the enclosed space of the car with nothing but harsh insults and comments that can’t be taken back spewed from your mouths. It wasn’t until Eren’s mouth was hot and angry on yours that the yelling came to a halt. You remember pulling away, looking at him with a “What the fuck did you just do?” look on your face. Eren looked at you with a blank stare, his mind still processing his actions.

One thing led to another and somehow he ended up at your apartment and the box of beers was long forgotten in his car while he had your cunt split open on his massive cock. It was the best sex you’ve ever had, and that was no shade to your boyfriend, but with Eren it was different. Primal, aggressive and fucking filthy. Eren treated you like a good for nothing whore, while Jean made you feel like a spoiled princess. You were selfish for wanting both and terrible for finding yourself yearning and craving that touch from Eren after the initial night. It was all a mistake, it was wrong. Both of you were terrible friends and partners sacrificing your morals and the feelings of the people closest to you for a good fuck. But perhaps that was the appeal?

You’ve seen Eren in one of his most vulnerable states recalling the first night you slept together. He was a fucking mess, the post nut clarity hit him hard as he laid on the soft blankets and sheets of your bed. He stared at your ceiling, his mind racing as things started to catch up to him. He had a panic attack that night and locked himself up in your frilly apartment bathroom. You remember reluctantly knocking on the bathroom door, calling his name softly and asking if he was okay. It was safe to say he worried the hell out of you even despite your rocky friendship turned whatever this was.

You talked Eren through his fit. Once he said it was okay to touch him, you made yourself comfortable in his lap as he sat on the plush ottoman that decorates your bathroom. His face buried in your chest while his arms wrapped tightly around your midsection. Your soft voice, gentle touches on the nape of his neck and massages on his scalp all calmed him down to a state of tranquility. One that can only be described as the eerie quietness after a category five hurricane.

Eren’s behavior right now didn’t scare you at all, but sometimes you think that maybe it should because you know he’s not joking. If Eren says he’s going to do something then he means it.

“I’m not fucking scared of you, Eren.” You say, voice unwavering as you attempted to pull his hand from your face. He only held harder and yanked you closer to him, his eyes still boring into hers. There was no way he couldn’t feel your nails seeping into his skin now with the pressure from your stiletto nails digging in harshly into his skin. If he didn’t let you go, he was sure to draw blood.

As much as he hurt you, you made sure to hurt him back only in a different way. It was sneakier, less noticeable, conniving but it was still just as damaging— that’s where you and Eren differed, and maybe another reason why he resented you so much. So seemingly perfect and innocent on the outside. Your voice and choice of words are always so sweet and doting— but it was deceitful. Eren saw through it all. On the inside you’re no different from him, a liar and a cheater. The mind games were a never ending psychological warfare and it only fueled the resentment between you two. There was a constant underlying anxiety when you were near each other, a never ending game of push and pull. You hated him and he hated you.

“No? Well you should be. Stay out of my way.” He pushed your face making you lean a bit on the sink behind you, your hands held onto the counter balancing yourself. You watched him leave the bathroom with a bitter look on your face. This was going to be a long trip.

DAY 2.

The second day was a longue around and hang out kind of day as most of you were still fatigued from the hectic first day. The drive to the cabin was long and grueling, hauling three cars in total. Car one: You, Jean, Sasha and Connie. Car two: Eren, Armin, and Mikasa. Car three: Reiner, Bertholdt, and Historia.

Being cramped in your boyfriend’s car with Marco, Connie and Sasha was fun for the most part. The five of you were always a party when you all got together, but no one could lie that the road trip glory began to lose its shine about six hours in. Cramps, traffic, road rage and not having the ability to take a comfortable nap was less than pretty. Not to mention you all almost got lost thanks to Siri. Thankfully, there was a gas station nearby and all of you stopped at, getting everyone on the same page with directions. That was one of the funner stops actually.

Connie rolled a joint in the car about an hour before stopping, he was just waiting to light it. But when he did, almost everyone got a nice buzz going. You all probably looked a little funny goofing off. You specifically remember the guys group teasing you about not knowing how to properly pump gas. Jean came to your defense with lighthearted reasoning saying that “his girl didn’t need to know how to pump gas.” He never let you do it yourself anyway.

All was well but the lingering stare you felt from Eren every time you interacted with Jean was ridiculous though. It never fails to make you anxious because you simply don’t know what he’s thinking. Is it the usual hatred? Guilt? … Jealousy? Nothing changed once you guys got to the lodge.

Since it was lounge day, you all decided that watching a movie would be fun. The film decided on was some low budget horror movie on Netflix. It was more comical than scary, getting more laughs than screams from the group piled high on the couches and floor.

You and Jean were the only two left in the den after the movie was over. There was a plush blanket underneath you both as you sat in front of the crackling fireplace, it was the only source of light besides the heavy blue tint of the dusk sky coming from the large windows. The scenery was beautiful, snow piling on the branches of the boney winter trees with white mountain tops in the distance. It was quiet for the most part surprisingly but every now and again you could hear heavy footsteps and muffled conversations throughout the lodge.

“Are you sure you like this color, babe?” You ask while looking down at your freshly painted toe nails. You were trying a new color, a crisp white that dries matte. The polish has probably dried down since but the squishy pink foam still divides your toes, too paranoid that you would accidentally bump your toe onto something and ruin all your hard work.

Jean looked up from his phone, his golden eyes now on your wiggling toes. He smiles and your heart skips a beat.

“Yeah, it’s pretty.” Jean looks back up at you, irises twinkling in the warm light from the fireplace. You can see the reflections of tiny fire specs dancing in his eyes. Jean was breathtaking, an absolute angel of a man. Longer honey brown hair with a fresh taper, strong jawline and soft lashes. He was a pretty boy in every sense of the word. You felt… sick for admiring him, like you didn’t deserve to— because you didn’t. The feelings of guilt heavy on your shoulders, like the weight on the world was pinning you down to Earth’s core. As best as you could, quickly swallowed the festering emotion, fixing your attention on something on something else. You only hoped that your demeanor didn’t fluctuate within those few seconds.

“Yeah?” You tilt your head as you look down at your work with a pout.

“Yeah, I picked the color, baby. Of course I like it.” He answers and a small smile ghosts over your lips.

“I know, I know. ‘M just making sure.” You say murmur.

“Hey,” Jean calls for you gently, noticing how you’re not looking at him rather your toes.

“Hm?” You look up at him with big and curious eyes.

“Can I have a kiss?” He asks. A giggle escaped your lips and you reached over, your hand balling up his cardigan before pulling him in for a kiss. You felt him chuckle against your plump lips, causing you to smile into the shared kiss.

Little did you know Eren came down the stairs at some point, the two of you too caught up in each other to see the bitterness on the brunette's handsome facial features. The jealousy that sat in the pit of Eren’s stomach felt disgusting, triggering an anger in him that made his body shake involuntary.

Eren didn’t want to eavesdrop on the gentle whispers coming from you— but he couldn’t stop himself from doing so while he fumbled around in the spacious kitchen, looking for something quick to put together per request of the blue eyed blondie in his room upstairs. Eren was in the middle of slicing the peanut butter and jelly sandwich he made when his heart caved at the exchange he heard.

“I love you, J.”

“Love you too, pumpkin.”

To Eren the display was awful, revolting and nauseating.

DAY 3.

“Oh, fuck yeah.”

“Eren, you’re in so deep..”

The unpleasant taste of bile was beginning to bubble up in the back of your throat as you were forced to listen to what was going on in the room right next to you and Jean’s shared suite. You sat up groggily, pushing your weight up against Jean’s chest. Your eyes studied his sleeping form, he looked so peaceful— eyes shut, mouth slightly agape with tossed hair. Despite his handsome face, you frowned. How could he sleep through all the noise spilling into the room?

“Ride it just like that, baby.”

“It feels so good-!”

“So fuckin’ pretty, y’know that?”

You didn’t think twice about swinging your feet off the bed to march to the room over. Your fist gave the heavy wooden door about five hard knocks. That’s when the door swung open and you were met with a shirtless Eren who’s pajama pants that sat low on his waist. You only hoped he didn’t catch the way your eyes wandered on his toned body, past his pecks to his abs and the onto the prominent hard on he had showing through his thin pajama pants.

“What do you want?” He asks with a look of irritation heavy on his face.

“Can you keep it down, please? Everyone down the hall can hear you.” You say, arms crossed over your chest as you looked up at him.

“Who’s everyone?” He quirks a brow and leans against the door frame. “If I'm bothering them they can come tell me.” Eren says. There was something about the way he looked at you that said— he may have been amused by your presence for some reason.

“Ever thought that you may be making them uncomfortable?” You ask with knitted brows.

“Never crossed my mind.” Eren shakes his head and shrugs.

“You’re the worst—” A bright voice cuts you off before you can dig into him.

“Eren? Who is it?” Historia’s voice calls from inside of the room making Eren look behind him.

“It’s (Name).” His voice is simple.

“Oh?” You hear soft footsteps before her smaller frame appears in the doorway, she pressed up against Eren’s side in a half hug. “Hi, (Nickname)! Is something wrong?” Historia gives you a worried look. She looks fucked out. Flushed cheeks and sex hair with on of Eren’s t-shirts loosely hanging onto her petite form. Jealous. Why did you feel jealous?

“No, Hisu..” You give her a reassuring smile. “Could you guys maybe.. Keep it down? Please?” You can see the flush on her cheeks become more prominent when she realizes what you meant.

“We’re so sorry,” She gushes. “Isn’t that right, Eren?” She looks up at the taller man who hasn’t taken his eyes off of you since you came to the door. “Yeah whatever, sure.” Eren says.

“Thank you.”

DAY 4.

When you exited the bathroom you were met with the cooler and dry air from the bedroom.

You saw Jean sitting on the edge of the king sized bed entertaining himself with his phone. He was just wearing a pair of light blue boxers with different kinds of sprinkled donuts on them.

"Hi." A soft on your lips as you greeted your handsome lover. Jean looked up, the corners of his lips tugging upward as he saw you inch closer to him. He locks his phone before tossing it to the side somewhere on the bed.

"Hey." He replies, allowing you to slip onto his lap. Your thighs on either side of his waist straddling him while your hands rested on his shoulders.

"You look refreshed.” He states, a soft smile on his lips as he studies your face.

“I am. I wish you would have joined me though.” You gave him a playful pout holding back a giggle.

"Hm?” He gave you a quick peck on the lips before pulling away and looked into your eyes. “You should’ve dragged me.” Jean smiled at you. His big hands were warm and comforting as they sat firmly on your hips massaging and kneading at the extra fat there slowly. It was comforting for you and just the type of affection you loved from him. Jean always knew what to do when your body was in his hands. It's exactly what you craved: him being close to you, giving you sweet touches and his kisses. He made you feel good— loved and wanted.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and buried your face in the crook of his neck taking in his scent. He smelled lightly of something tropical and refreshing from the body wash he used earlier. You snuggled up to him tighter before you spoke and Jean wrapped his arms around your lower waist, hugging you back.

“Dragged you? Oh, because ‘m so strong, right?” Your voice was slightly muffled but he heard you clearly regardless.

“Hey, you’ve been pumping a lot of iron recently.” He teases, his hand running up and down your back.

You both sat there in silence enjoying each other's company and warmth. There wasn’t a word spoken and yet the two of you were on the same page. An air of affection between you both that seemed to grow even stronger— more intoxicating as you melted into each other’s touch. You couldn’t get any closer to each other if you tried and.. That frustrated you a little bit. Jean could sense your frustration when you got clingy like this, only opting to squeeze you tighter while muttering the utterances “I’m here.” and “I’m not going anywhere.”

God, it hurts. It hurt so much because you knew that if he found out about what’s been going on between you and Eren he wasn’t going to be here anymore. He’d leave you without a second thought and that scared you copious amounts. You weren’t perfect, you were far from it, but you loved Jean with all of your being as crazy as it might sound. If you really loved him then why would you cheat? Why would you continue to cheat and not even come clean about it if you loved him so much? Why would you let your partner suffer in blissful ignorance? Kissing you with the same lips you kissed another man, sharing your most intimate parts with another man— not even just a man but someone he considered a long time friend. The answer is that you’re selfish. You don’t know what you’d do if Jean left.

Sighing, you got off his lap and crawled to the pillows propped up the headboard and laid down. Jean watched you from over his shoulder, seeing that you held your arms out making grabby hands at him. He chuckled a bit and crawled to where you were on the pillows. He laid beside you, propping himself up with his elbow and rested his arm over your midsection.

"How was today?" Jean asked softly. You watched him turn his attention from your face to pushing a few strands of hair behind your ear. A gentle smile grows on your lips when his golden eyes are on yours once again. You thought back on earlier today, going to a ski resort was fun. Of course a few of the guys were way in their element, Jean, Eren and Connie specially. The rest of the group were looking awkward and goofy on their feet wearing the heavy gear. Watching Jean snowboard was always an exciting time. He looked so good in his gear, a beanie with the thick framed goggles resting on his forehead— all topped off with the cutest red nose.

“I had a great time.." You trailed off looking down. You took his hand that rested on your belly and began to mindlessly play with his pretty slender fingers. Jean smiled at your cuteness, but he knew there was something else on your mind that was bothering you— something that he wasn’t telling you.

“What’s bothering you then?” He asks.

“Nothing..” You trail off. “I just.. need you inside of me.”

One thing led to another and Jean was positioned in between your legs, his hands holding behind your knees and spreading your thighs open. His cock was resting at your throbbing hole and his hips were making the tip of his leaking cock push into your cunt ever so slightly. You bit your lip in anticipation but you knew what game he was playing: how long both of you could hold out until one of you got inevitably frustrated.

“J, c’mon.. stop.” You whined, your hips rolling up into his. Jean’s patience was already running thin, sinking into your hot and invited pussy almost immediately after your urgency. The both of you let out explicitly moans and curses as he bottomed out. Your face contorting in slight discomfort at his size. Jean let you adjust for a few seconds as his fat cock split your tight pussy for the first time since the night before the trip. It always amazed him how tight you were after pounding into your hole time after time.

Jean’s hip started to pump into you at a slow pace, angling his hips in a precise position as he stroked. He leaned over to place a kiss on your lips. The skin on skin contact makes your heart flutter as you wrap your arms around his neck. It felt amazing, he felt amazing. Being one with him was a different kind of love, one that needed to be cherished— one that was sacred. It was something not everyone could find and for that you consider yourself to be lucky.

“I love you.” He said with a smile, continuing to roll his hips into yours. You searched in his eyes looking for any signs of hesitation but saw nothing but sincerity, admiration and warmth. It was.. overwhelming to see and your emotions were starting to catch up to you. You’re in love with Jean but you didn’t deserve him. He deserved better, much better than you. When that realization hits, you couldn’t stop the tears from pooling at your waterline. The fat teardrops spilling out of the corners of your eyes and onto the pillow beneath you due to gravity. You cover your face with your hands in embarrassment.

“Pumpkin, what's the matter?” Jean asks, his voice in a hushed yet worrisome as he stops all his movements. He moves your hands from your face and wipes your tears with his thumbs, desperately trying to make eye contact with you but you refuse to look him in the eyes.

“Talk to me, please.” He furrows his brows at you, putting his hand under your chin getting you to look at him.

“You're gonna laugh at me.” You feel the temperature in your face and tips of your ears rise in heat.

‘I won't. Come on, tell me.” He urged you on softly.

“Nothing.. I just.. I really love you, J.” You sniffed. “I don’t want you to leave me.”

“Yeah?” Jean felt his heart swell at your words, smiling softly as kissed away your tears. He could have sworn they tasted sweet like a rich honey.

You clenched around his cock and it made his head spin, his hips snapping into yours repeatedly chasing after each other's releases. Your arms wrapped around his head, fingers getting lost in his hair as he rutted into you.

“Always gonna love you, gonna marry you, baby..” Jean says into the sensitive skin of your neck.

“Fuck me, fuck me just like that..” You urged him.

“You feel so good. Fuck, you feel amazing.” Jean moans. “You’re the prettiest girl in the whole, you know that?”

“Jean, I’m so lucky to have you..” You mewl through your tears.

“I love you, I love you, I-” He repeated over and in your ear. Jean's hips found a familiar spot deep within you that made you see white. You came hard and without warning, your walls pulsating around him while you called out his name like it was the only thing you knew how to say. You began to praise him through your orgasm, babbling him how good he was making you feel and how much you loved him.

“Shit-” Jean struggled to speak properly, feeling his balls tighten ready to fill you up with his cum. His thrusts became sloppier and his original rhythm was lost as he neared his release. He sits up, hooking the back of your knees in his hands to spread your thighs further,

“Where do you want it?” He asked quickly.

“Inside me, baby.” You gave him a fucked out smile.

Jean didn't think twice about it, stilling his hips against yours and shooting his thick white ropes deep into your cunt. He didn't realize just how loud he was moaning until he stopped, leaning over to place a kiss on your lips. His body rested against yours, pumping into you slowly riding out the last moments of his high until he pulled out of you— admiring the white trail oozing out of your throbbing hole.

DAY 5.

It was 9AM on the dot and the kitchen, dining and living room areas were busy with bodies that morning. Chatter, laughter and the clatter of forks hitting the thick glass plates could be heard throughout as well as the hearty aroma of various breakfast items that filled the lodge— the smell of the bacon, eggs, french toast, pancakes, orange juice, and fruits could make anyone hungry.

The fatigue from your slumber still clung on hard to your body as you stood behind Jean. Your arms were wrapped around his bare midsection, head resting against his toned back with your eyes closed while he flipped the next batch of pancakes. You could fall asleep again right now holding onto his warmth like a baby koala holding on to its mother.

“Are you eating?” Jean asks, his voice was low but that's alright because you knew he was addressing you.

“I’m waitin’ for you.” You answer with a hand running over the firm dips of his abs.

“It’s gonna be a bit, that okay?” You can’t see, but Jean has a small smile ghosting over his lips.

“Mhm.” You hummed. You sang along softly to the stereo absentmindedly while you listened to Armin, Sasha and Connie chat at the island counter.

“So how’d everyone sleep last night?” Sasha asks, her brown eyes bright with excitement as she shoves a fork stacked full with pancake. It seemed like the question had been perfect timing as Eren was entering the kitchen from the dining area.

“Awful.” Eren says this under his breath, walking past you and Jean to get to the refrigerator. He opens the large door and grabs a bottle of water before shutting the door.

“Huh? Why?” Sasha asks, her mouth full of food as she speaks.

“Because some people here don’t know how to be discrete when they fuck.” Eren twists the cap off the bottle and takes a swing. Jean locks his jaw and you can feel his body tense under your hold. Your face rises in temperature in both embarrassment and anger. Sure, a part of you may have done it out of spite— payback from a couple nights before but was bringing this up in front of everyone really appropriate?

“C’mon, man. I’m eating.” Connie groans and shakes his head with a look of annoyance on his face. Eren shrugs.

“I mean, it’s expected. We’re in a lodge full of couples.” Armin chimes in.

“Yeah but I guess some of us have more respect than others.” Eren says.

“Eren,” You sigh and remove yourself from Jean. “Please shut the fuck up, you hypocrite.” You say. The rest of your friends in the vicinity watched on as this was nothing new to them. You two have always been at each other’s throats. Honestly, they wondered how a friendship could even form seeing the way you guys fought like a married couple.

“I would, if you would’ve last night—“ Jean cut Eren off before he could finish his sentence.

“Why are you always such an asshole?” Jean asks. “Because I’m starting to think you’re jealous. You wanna fuck my girl or something?” Jean’s words make your heart drop into your stomach and suddenly you feel like you want to throw up. The anxiety flaring up from deep within your chest was dizzying and your stomach felt like it was in knots— constantly dropping as the seconds passed.

“That’s ironic coming from you.” The emerald eyed man takes a couple steps forward closer to you and your boyfriend.

“Eren..” You warn.

“What?” Jean challenged and stepped closer to Eren, the gap between the two men now too close for comfort. There was a line when it came to these kinds of arguments. They were frequent however, some boundaries couldn't be crossed or else things would escalate. Oftentimes when emotions and things like agitation are running high it is easy to forget those things. After all, whether you liked it or not, everyone there was a friend... But it seems funny to care about feelings and friendship given the situation you’re in with Eren, huh?

“Hey,” You step in between the two, looking up at Jean with furrowed brows and your smaller hands resting on his pecs. “Can we just— not do this today? Please don’t fight.” You pleaded and Jean’s eyes flicked down to yours. Seeing the worry all too evident of your features made him relax just a bit. Still upset, he grabs the sides of your face while making eye contact with Eren and plants a kiss on your lips. You blink up at him when he pulls away.

“Do we have to get Reiner and Bertholdt to hold you guys back again?” Connie asks. “Chill out.”

“Nah, everything’s fine.” Jean says. “Let’s eat.”

DAY 6.

You smiled at the way the colorful sugared sprinkles sat daintily atop of the mini mountain of melting marshmallows and whipped cream as your fingers worked. Both mugs looked too cute sitting on the serving tray side by side with four cookies stacked neatly against each other. It was not more than 10 pm, Jean was feeling a bit hungry and you convinced him that some hot cocoa and sugar cookies would do the trick. You made the cookies from scratch, luckily there were enough ingredients to whip them up really quick. The kitchen was rather dark with the only light coming from the bulb above the oven. It gave the area a warm glow while you walked around, soft lofi music playing from the Alexa on the kitchen island. You were just about done, placing last minute touches on the tray like napkins and a tiny cup of milk. You were too caught up to notice a certain someone enter the kitchen.

When Eren sees you and rolls his eyes, his heart rate picks up slightly as he wasn’t expecting your presence. He looked around at his surroundings, everything looked normal besides the tray of cookies sitting out on top of the oven. He walked over and grabbed one, taking a bite out of it before speaking to you.

“Hey.” Eren greets you with a bored tone, his jaw munching on the sweet treat. Your heart jumps at the sudden sound of the voice causing your body to jolt. You look in his direction and blink. His eyes squint when you don’t respond to him and turn back to finish what you were previously doing. He lets out a dry chuckle before he walks over to you, leaning so that the small of his back was rested against the counter— his arms folded over his chest. “So you’re ignoring me now.” He smiles in disbelief.

“Leave me alone.” You say, not even giving him the time of day to even look in his direction.

“I don’t want to fight you.” Eren states, his eyes watching the way you place the cute toppings on the hot cocoa.

“Then why are you talking to me?” You mumble.

“I want to apologize..” He pauses. “But honestly, you’re being a bitch.”

“I’m not doing this right now.” You shake your head, hands going to pick up the tray. He stops you with a firm hand on your upper arm.

“Stop running away from me.” He says.

“You’re unbearable, Eren. Yesterday was not okay,” You start. “I really fucking hate you and I want nothing to do with you ever.” Your voice waivers as you speak, suddenly feeling the sting of tears in your eyes as you look up at him.

“No, you don't.” Eren shakes his head. “Not as much as you think..” He

“Let me go.” You say.

“Kiss me first.” Eren quips.

“Have you not been listening to a word I’ve been sa—” He cuts you off.

“Just shut up and fucking kiss me..” His eyes flickering to your lips as he leans in closer to your face.

Everything in you tells you to stop. Pull away. Push him. Walk away. Think about Jean— Jean, Jean, Jean.. but you don’t. Then Eren’s plump lips are on your own sharing an uncharacteristically soft kiss, it triggers the butterflies in your tummy. You can taste the sweetness on his lips as he moves against you, slowly falling deeper into the kiss. Eren pulls away, his forehead resting on yours as he looks you in the eyes. He whispers an apology that consists of two simple words and your head nods against his slowly, silently telling him that it was okay.

DAY 7.

Eren sat on the couch on the opposite side of you. His thighs were spread as he leaned back deeper into the soft plush of the cushions while his eyes were red, blown and lidded. He held one of the three joints being passed around between his fingertips, taking large hits every time he nursed the blunt to his lips. Big clouds of smoke escaped his lips with every exhale. You knew he was feeling good from the way he chuckled at Connie’s outlandish stories and schemes. It was maybe hour three after the ecstasy was taken, all of you about to hit your peak of your highs. The weed was only furthering the euphoric feeling coursing through your bodies. The music wasn’t only something you listened to but you felt it.

There was a moment where you locked eyes with Eren, almost having a silent conversation— it was only confirmed when Eren got up from his spot on the couch disappearing upstairs. You kissed Jean’s cheek before getting off of his lap, telling him that you were going to go to the bathroom. It wasn’t a lie, you ended up in the bathroom— only with Eren.

“C’mon, you followed me up here for a reason, tell me.” He says.

“I want you to stuff me full,” Your hands tightly gripped the porcelain from the sink as he grabbed a fistful of your (color) locks making you look into the mirror above the bathroom sink. You two looked completely tweaked out of your minds with pupils the size of blueberries.

“With what?” He asks.

“Cock— your cock-!” You cry.

“Yeah?” He smiles, his eyes never leave your own as his lips travel to your neck making his teeth sink into your skin. The sensation is so painful yet delicious. He takes his other hand and wraps it around your throat.

“Please hurry,” You whimper and push your hips back onto his big cock. It earns you an irritated groan from the brunette.

“So greedy..” He tuts. “What’s the rush? Don’t want anyone finding out about us?” God, he’s so fucking mean. He already knows the answer and yet he holds it over your head. If you weren’t high you’d probably be mad, but right now a coherent thought was not on the menu.

“Eren, please,” You sound so pathetic begging for him.

“It’s fucking crazy how you can talk so much shit,” He rubbed his cock on your ass. “But beg for my cock a couple days later.”

Eren grabs the base of his cock and aligns himself with your hole. He slides himself into your wet cunt slowly, his eyes fixed on how his big cock pry your walls open. It almost makes him dizzy, it's been too long since he’s had your pussy. Your whimpers and whines only further his yearning to pound into your hole. He knows you’re struggling to take him, you always do. For you it feels like you could be taking two cocks at once from Eren’s size. Eren’s hand gave the curve of your back a gentle push, silently telling you to arch and relax. He was halfway in and your knees were already shaking. You were holding most of your weight up on the counter, the rest

As much as he wanted to savor all of you, time really wasn’t an option right now so it didn’t take long for Eren’s hips to start moving in and out of you at a hurried pace, selfishly chasing after his own high rather than satisfying you. It's not on purpose, he just trusted you to finish too. You both knew that you were in a time crunch— if you wanted to cum you’d do it. Eren watched the way your ass jiggled every time his pelvis slammed into you, his big hands gripping at your plump cheeks and every now and again landing hard slaps to the supple skin. He was hitting every right spot in you effortlessly and soon the familiar tightening in your lower belly was growing a knot waiting to break.

“You’re my bitch.” Eren grits harshly through his teeth. He grabbed a handful of your hair and yanked your head up and back to his chest causing an unnatural curve in your back while his breath was hot on your ear. You were forced to look into the mirror once again, feeling embarrassment, arousal and guilt looking at your reflection— getting fucked by another man. You were disgusting, but why did Eren make you feel so good?

“You hear me? You’ll never be anything else. Don’t ever fucking forget it.” His harsh words were sent right to your cunt, pushing you into the onset of your orgasm.

“Eren, ‘m gonna cum,” You struggled to get out.

“I know, ‘can feel it.” His sounds strained too.

Eren is wrapped around your neck, choking you hard enough for your vision to become blurry. His face was smothered in the side of your head as the relentless thrusts from his cock continued to ram into your cunt. Your hands grip onto his bicep and forearm for support, biting your bottom lip to silence your moans. Your high ripped through your body in intense waves, walls clamping down and creaming on his cock.

“God, I fucking love you.” Eren groans into your ear. His hips falter a bit and he halts his movement, his cock giving one violent twitch right before spills his load into your pussy. Eren’s words don’t register with your ears until after the fact he’s come. He lets his cock slip from in between your thighs and his seed drips from your hole and onto the seat of your panties around ankles.

You look at Eren through the mirror.

“Eren.. what did you just say?” You ask. Eren doesn’t look up at you, only opting to pull up his pants and boxers. Before you could speak again, there was a knock on the bathroom door followed a voice:

“(Name)? Eren? Are you guys in here..?”

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1:44 AM* — Eren Jaeger

Pairing: Fuckboy! Eren x Reader

Word Count: 1.8k

Summary: You and Eren’s relationship status has always been up in the air… but you’ll always be the one he texts in the middle of the night looking to get his dick wet

Content: Unestablished Relationship, Mutual Pining, Love Confessions

Content Warnings: Smut/ Nsfw 18 + (Breeding Kink)

minors can read, but please don’t interact (like, comment, reblog)

Czytaj dalej

scary dog privilege - best friend!eren x reader one-shot, 18+!!

hellooooo i have had this in my wips for like two entire months and i am giddy and ready to share it. this hopefully will just be a one-shot, but you guys know i love to create a universe for each of my erens so god only knows where we'll end up with this one. best friend eren appears to be my angstiest, broodiest one yet, and i love him lol. wanted to make some use of classic fanfic tropes, so here we get best friend eren and fake dating!! woohoo!!

beware: this is absolute, pure filth once you get into it lol

pairing: eren jaeger x afab reader

wc: 9.1k

DISCLAIMER: this post contains MATURE CONTENT that is intended only for those over 18. if you are a minor, please do not read below the cut.

CWs: smut, consensual hook-up, rough sex, biting, dirty talk, oral sex (fem!receiving), alcohol use, cussing, squirting, penetrative vaginal sex, swearing, use of names (baby, pretty baby, my girl), crying, multiple orgasms, eren being a menace per usual, jean's an asshole (i'm so sorry you guys know i love him but it had to happen)

have fun ;)

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This is a terrible idea, and it had been from the start. You know it and so does he, but you had insisted. Now that you’ve made your bed, you have to lay in it, you suppose. You press your forehead to the cold, tinted window of Eren’s ridiculous muscle car, ignoring the vibrations from the rock music he’s blaring and the consistent fluttering in your stomach, and think back to your conversation earlier that week.

“Come on, Eren. It’s just one night!”

“And what about after? When you run into Sasha at the coffee place or Armin after work? Did we just suddenly ‘break up’?” Eren scoffs, pushing past you to grab a Red Bull out of the fridge. You collapse into one of the barstools in his kitchen, having prepared yourself to accept defeat from the moment you posed the question.

“I just can’t face him alone,” you sigh, “it’s only been four months and Sasha told me he’s hooked up with not one, not two, but three girls already. I haven’t even had a drunken makeout at the bar.”

“So? Just because Jean’s been whoring around doesn’t mean you have anything to prove.” Eren's tone is thoroughly unimpressed as he pops the tab to his energy drink.

“You’re my best friend. I just need one tiny favor.”

“Who would even believe us? It’s not like it’s a huge party- we know everyone going.”

You cock an eyebrow. “How many times have Annie and Mikasa tried to con us into a double date? Connie’s been teasing us for years, not to mention the waiter at lunch the other day–”

“Fine!”

“Fine?”

“Fine. I’ll be your date for one night. But all of the explaining is up to you. And,” Eren takes a sip, leveling a glare at you over the top of the can, “I’m going on the record as saying that this is a bad idea.”

He may be reckless, arrogant, and a bit of a brat, but if Eren Jaeger is one thing consistently, he was right. You chance a glance at your “date”. He’s in his typical uniform: black hoodie, black jeans, the little silver chain he never takes off, key swinging over his chest as he turns the car. He looks good, appealing even. If Jean dares to show up with a girl, she won’t consider you to have downgraded, that’s for sure.

You consider your own outfit, an anxious fist tightening in your stomach at the thought of seeing Jean for the first time as an ex. He would have hated it. Your nothing-to-the-imagination outfit is all thanks to Sasha.

You had clued Sasha in on the plan; you hoped having one more agent in on your secret would help sell the act. Sasha had gone all out, lending you an incredibly low-cut black top and some black leather pants that would have caused at least a twenty-minute argument with Jean. Had he not dumped you, you remind yourself bitterly. Sasha had insisted you borrow her all-black outfit to match Eren’s typical attire “just to be cute”. In hindsight, her enthusiasm about this whole situation should have been a red flag, but you’ve already gotten everything lined up, and it’s too late for regret.

It’s far too late for hindsight, too; you’re already ten minutes into receiving the official girlfriend treatment from Eren. He had worn you down on picking you up, opening the car door, the works. Hell, you wouldn’t be surprised if he pulled out a bouquet of roses at this point. You can hear his obnoxious tone now: Even if you’re my fake girlfriend, you’re getting the full package. Play stupid games, win stupid prizes.

Eren parallel parks smoothly on Armin’s quiet street, unusually busy with the buzz of a house party and lined with your friends’ cars. It’s Connie’s birthday, but Armin always hosts. It’s an unspoken rule at this point; you aren’t sure why he keeps volunteering, especially after Sasha had projectile vomited all over his bathroom at the last get-together, but again, dig your own grave and lie in it. You and Armin are in the same boat there.

When the car switches off, Eren takes a moment to consider you, wrapping and unwrapping his long fingers around the steering wheel, a nervous tic he’s had since high school. “You ready?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” you sigh, reaching for the door handle. Before you can wrap your hand around it, Eren leans over and pinches you harshly on the thigh. “Ow!”

“I open the door, remember?” Eren says, visibly annoyed.

You roll your eyes at him.“Isn’t this a bit much?”

“You think I’m going to be caught dead letting my ‘girlfriend’ open her own door? I have a reputation to uphold.”

You decide to bite back a snippy comment about the many girls who cried over Eren in college and cross your arms over your chest, pouting instead. “Fine.”

If Eren can be dramatic, so can you.

As naturally as if he had done it a hundred times, Eren slings his arm over your shoulders on the walk up towards the door; the weight of it, both physically and mentally, is heavier than you’re willing to acknowledge. When you catch sight of Bertholdt, Reiner, and Annie peering through the window, a flutter of nerves erupts your stomach; you reach a hand up to play with Eren’s fingers, absentmindedly spinning one of his rings and trying to sell the look as best you can. “We better pull this off.”

“It’ll be fine, just follow my lead.” Eren pulls you closer, kissing your hairline. Goosebumps rise all over your body; not at the action itself, but how disturbingly easy the affection seems to come to him. As Eren knocks on Armin’s bright red door, you pack that thought away and shove it to the back of your mind to collect dust.

“Hi…guys?” Armin’s friendly smile upon opening the door falters in confusion as he takes you in, absorbing the sight of you two intertwined on his doorstep. Armin’s wide, blue eyes flick between the two of you, and you can see the gears churning in his head, trying to make sense of how awfully close you and Eren are. Pitting your fake relationship against Armin’s intellect is the perfect first test; a nervous sweat breaks out under your skimpy outfit.

“Sup, ‘min?” Eren smiles back, the very picture of nonchalance, extending his free hand to shake Armin’s shoulder.

“Come on in.” Armin, ever polite, turns to allow for plenty of room for Eren to pull you inside. He doesn’t outright ask why Eren’s holding you, but his eyes betray his suspicions. It seems like your plan, as terrible as it is, is working. One down, a dozen or so to go.

Never dropping his arm from around your shoulders, Eren steers you into the living room where one of Connie’s favorite bands is already blasting from the speakers. Annie and Mikasa are curled up together in Armin’s recliner, hands interlocked as usual; Sasha and Connie are positioned at Armin’s bar cart, violently shaking two cocktail shakers apiece; Reiner, Bertholdt, Marco, and Jean are on the couch, arguing over something sports-related. With a sinking stomach, you notice that there’s only one unoccupied seat left in the room.

“My two favorite lovebirds!” Sasha cries, abandoning her cocktail shakers and rushing over to give you a hug. Upon Sasha’s impact, Eren drops his arm and grabs your hand that’s closest to him as a substitute, never taking his hands off of you. His actions are pointed, purposeful; every pair of eyes in the room looks between the two of you in surprise. You can practically feel a hazel-tinted laser beam burning a hole into your forehead. “You guys are so late; honeymoon phase gotcha already?”

“Laying it on a little thick, Sash,” you whisper into Sasha’s ear, cheeks burning. To your chagrin, Eren only curls his mouth in response.

“What?” Connie frowns, still shaking his drinks. “How long has that been a thing?”

You pause, your heart nearly stopping. You should have made up a story, you realize, something to explain–

“Just a few weeks.” The still-strange weight of Eren’s arm around your shoulder returns, and his jade eyes rest on you, adoration beaming through his always-cool gaze. Against your will, butterflies start dancing in your stomach; apparently Eren’s quite the actor.

“Yeah,” you jump in, grateful for Eren’s lead, “we just wanted to feel it out before we told everyone, that’s all.”

“Sasha knew.” Mikasa raises a suspicious eyebrow. Annie smirks at the two of you, a knowing look on her face.

“It’s about time.” Marco appears from the kitchen with a huge bowl of tortilla chips in one hand and salsa in the other. “Good for you guys.”

You can’t help yourself, finally meeting Jean’s eyes. He’s openly scowling at you, which is to be expected; where Eren is a criminally smooth liar, Jean wears his heart on his sleeve. You recognize that face all too well: anger to mask heartbreak, the same face he wore when you used to fight. For the first time, it occurs to you how cruel this plan might be, how Jean might react to you moving on with a mutual friend. Guilt washes over you, cold and heavy.

“Thanks for giving me a heads-up before you moved in on my fucking girlfriend, Jaeger,” Jean snips, taking a long swallow of his beer.

The guilt drops away from you as quickly as your jaw; you’ve forgotten what a prick Jean can be. Eren has been slowly guiding you over to the singular remaining seat throughout the conversation, and after Jean’s comment, he tugs you down firmly onto his lap. He rubs a large palm over your thigh, a blatant gesture of ownership.

“Not your girlfriend anymore, Kirschstein.” You can hear the distinct note of pride ringing through his voice, hear the nasty look leveled at Jean without turning to face him. It’s been fifteen minutes of fake dating, car ride included, and you can already feel the friendship line blurring. Your head spins.

“Anyway,” Armin, ever the gracious host, interrupts, breaking the awkward tension that has settled over the room, “what bar does everyone want to head out to later? Connie gets the first pick, being the birthday boy.”

The conversation in the room picks back up into a familial bickering over the evening’s next destination. All of your friends have become accustomed to the occasional awkward moment over the years now that some of you have begun to couple up; Mikasa and Annie especially are notorious for bickering like an old married couple, no matter who’s around.

“I need a drink,” you murmur to Eren, moving to stand.

“Do you mind getting me one, babe? Don’t want to lose our seat.” Eren pecks you on the cheek, smiling up at you as if everything about your situation right now is normal, natural for him. Jean’s eyes follow you every step of the way, and your face burns.

Over the years you’ve been friends with him, it’s never been lost on you that Eren’s attractive, not after the dozens of women he ran through in his college years. Peeking over your shoulder now, however, feels like you’re seeing him for the first time, seeing him the way the world sees him. Heavy-set dark brows frame his bright eyes beautifully, his jaw’s grown sharp and severe, and his lips are soft and pouty, stretching into a wicked smirk with sharp canines. He had grown into a heartbreaker, and he’s your best friend and now fake boyfriend– you swat away your private admiration as soon as it comes, taking a deep breath to center yourself and rifling through the bar cart in a daze.

“Want me to make you one?” Sasha waves a bright red concoction under your nose. “Connie and I made them- it has three different types of liquor in it, and you can’t taste any of it!”

One sip of the tiny cocktail straw has your nose wrinkling in disgust. You’ve worked behind a bar since the day you turned twenty-one, and the drink Sasha’s offering you tastes like an overly-syruped nightmare. “Um…no, that’s okay Sash. I’ll probably just stick to beer.”

Connie sticks his tongue out at you. “Boring!”

Predictably, Sasha pouts. “Okay, but we’re definitely making you take a shot. We can chill it in the kitchen, want to help me get some ice?”

Holding up a bottle of tequila, she cocks her head toward the kitchen and wobbles her eyebrows madly. You almost laugh; anyone who can’t pick up on a hint from Sasha is walking around with earplugs and their eyes closed.

“Fine. Let me just grab Eren a beer, and I’ll meet you in there.”

“Ugh, couples,” Connie rolls his eyes, wandering over to fiddle with the dusty karaoke machine that Armin claims broke years ago. You’ve always been dubious as to the truth of that, but knowing your friends, you can’t blame him.

Opening the cooler, you smile to yourself; Armin remembered your favorite IPA from the brewery down the road and stocked the cooler accordingly, nestling a few Hazy Daze’s between Reiner and Bertholdt’s domestics. You pick your way through the haphazard seating arrangements back over to Eren, holding a cold Budweiser bottle towards him. He pauses in his conversation with Reiner, grabbing your hand that holds the beer and removing it from your hand, bringing your knuckles to his lips, brushing them over in a light kiss. He looks you up and down lecherously as he does it, a dangerous curve to his lips.

You return a weak half-smile, doing your best to not appear outwardly shaken by Eren’s behavior and keep the what the fuck? thoughts from showing plainly on your face. Eren waves you off to the kitchen with a light pat on your bottom, innocent as ever.

“How’s it going?” Sasha asks, safe now in the privacy of the kitchen. Her face is already full-flush with excitement and that awful cocktail she was sipping.

“I mean, it seems like everyone’s buying it. Jean looks pissed, though.”

“What were you expecting? He’s always thought Eren had a thing for you.”

“Everyone thinks Eren has a thing for me,” you roll your eyes, “at least it’s working in my favor now.”

Sasha fixes you with a glare, wobbling slightly. “If you don’t think Eren actually has a thing for you, you must be blind. Deaf, too.”

“Sasha–”

“I mean, even if you hadn’t told me, I would have fallen for it. Is it not, like, weird for you guys? That it’s just natural for you two to–” Sasha burps, interrupting herself, and giggles. “Just makes ya think.”

“Sasha!” Connie calls from the living room. “Let’s do Eye of the Tiger first!”

“Woo!” Sasha shouts, abandoning you and running into the room to take part in the newly-revived karaoke festivities.

You stand alone in the kitchen, shell-shocked by Sasha’s observations. The truly irritating thing is that she’s entirely right. Not only do Eren’s little kisses here and there, the constant touching, even the pet names come naturally, it almost feels…nice. It’s as easy for you to receive his affection as it is for him to give it. You peek around the corner, grimacing at Sasha and Connie’s amplified wailing, just wanting to look at him. Really look at him.

Kicked back, beer in hand and jacket thrown over the back of his chair, Eren oozes charisma. Even doing nothing but holding a conversation with Mikasa, the room gravitates around him. Jean’s angry glare never leaves him; Armin has switched to drinking Budweiser, even though you know he hates it; Annie’s nodding along with whatever Eren’s saying; even Sasha and Connie are angling their performance around him, alternating between singing together and holding their microphones towards him, trying to elicit a reaction. He has this undeniable magnetic force, one that you aren’t exempt from.

You’d met him nearly a decade ago, in high school, and initially couldn’t stand him. His hair-trigger temper had hardly cooled with age, and his ego had gotten unthinkably larger, but you grew to find both of them charming– to a degree. One thing led to another, and before you knew it, Eren was the one cleaning you up and getting you drunk after every bad breakup, introducing you to all of your favorite sports teams and lending you jerseys for the games; hell, he even read that smutty fairy fantasy series you’d been obsessed with in college. Had the man you attempted Star Wars marathons with until you both fell asleep really looked like that the entire time?

He catches your stare, beckoning you over with one long, crooked finger. As his girlfriend for the night, you have to obey, even though you would much rather roll your eyes at the cliche.

“Missed you,” he mumbles as you sit back on his lap, breath hot against the shell of your ear.

“You too,” you respond accordingly, wrapping your arm lovingly around his shoulder. Eren’s eyes flit down to your cleavage, but knowing him, it’s impossible to discern if it’s part of the act, or Eren being himself.

His hands rest comfortably over the casing of your pants, one on your thigh and one on the small of your back, one thumb rubbing circles into your soft flesh. Reveling in the drag of his rings over your clothed body, you couldn’t help but wonder how they’d feel on your bare skin, on your throat, on your–

Surprising yourself at the dirty direction of your thoughts, you swallow your beer too quickly, coughing. Eren, who had coincidentally been taking a sip at the same time, laughs at you mid-sip, choking beside you and spraying beer out of his nose.

The entire room bursts into laughter; Eren regains his composure and joins in good-naturedly. You giggle along, relief coursing over your body. Sure, Eren might look a little extra handsome tonight and be a bit touchy because you asked him to, but he’s still Eren.

“They’re practically in sync already.” Hitch, Marco’s girlfriend who had apparently joined the party while Sasha and you were in the kitchen, rests her face on her hand dreamily.

“It’s a little freaky,” Annie observes with narrowed eyes, but the slight curve of her lip betrays her. Not only were they believing your little farce, but they were happy for you. That’s enough to make you flush a little, realizing how naturally everyone’s just accepted your fake relationship. Everyone but one person, at least.

Jean suddenly stands, ripping a beer from the cooler and storming into the kitchen. The laughter dies as quickly as it had come, everyone exchanging nervous looks.

“I’ll go talk to him,” Eren offers, nudging you off of his lap. You blanch.

“Eren, I don’t know if you should-”

“It’s fine,” Eren drops a soft peck on your forehead, walking away before you can stop him. You meet Mikasa’s eyes, wide and concerned. To everyone else, Eren’s walking calmly, not a hint of aggression in his gait. But you know him, know him well enough to catch the anger simmering in his eyes, quiet, but there.

Jean and Eren have always been friends, albeit reluctant ones at first, but too similar where it counted not to get along. That had abruptly come to a halt when you had fallen for Jean. At first Eren had been confused, but over time that confusion had melted into constant irritation. Jean and you were wrong for one another, you know that in hindsight, but at the time, you had chalked all the fighting up to a passionate relationship. The constant tears had driven Eren nearly to a breaking point; multiple times you had begged him not to bring his frustration to physical blows. And now, your fake-boyfriend slash best friend and ex-boyfriend with the two worst tempers out of everyone you know are “talking”. You bite down hard on the inside of your cheek to keep the worry in your chest.

“Are you alright?” The question comes from Armin, who’s placed a steadying hand on your shoulder. “I’m sorry that Jean isn’t taking the news well.”

“There’s no news,” Mikasa says low enough for none of the others to hear over the music, now standing directly behind Armin.

A neat little cross appears between Armin’s eyebrows. “They’re-”

“Faking,” she interrupts Armin, “they aren’t dating.”

Armin stammers, trying to correct her and apologize to you for her at the same time, but you just sigh. “How’d you know?”

“One of you would have told me,” she shrugs, “or at least I’d like to think you would.”

“It’s just…I couldn’t bear to show up alone, not with Jean here and apparently sleeping around since the breakup.” You cross your arms over your chest, grabbing your own shoulders tightly. It’s your fault, you know it is, but you had only wanted to feel a little less pathetic, a little less heartbroken. Drama had been an unfortunate and unexpected side effect.

“Why would Eren agree to that? It seems silly,” Armin muses, noticing your glare and immediately turning bright red, “I- I don’t mean you’re silly, just, you shouldn’t-”

“You know.” Mikasa bumps him. The slightest hint of a smile plays on her face, a knowing look directed at you. You frown, trying to look confused through the pink rising to your face.

A loud crash from the kitchen catches all of your attention, saving you from an uncomfortable line of conversation but making your heart beat that much faster. Dashing to the kitchen door, the entire house party hot on your heels, your thundering heart sinks.

Eren has Jean pinned up against Armin’s cabinets, forearm tight against the other man’s neck. Jean’s still seething at Eren, raw ego washing against the cool anger blazing in Eren’s eyes.

“Need to learn how to watch your fucking mouth, Kirschstein–”

“Eren!” Your voice is surprisingly firm, given the nauseating mixture of embarrassment, confusion, and panic swirling in your stomach. “Let him go!”

“Do you want to tell her what you said, or should I?” Eren hisses, nudging into Jean further. Jean’s eyes dart to you, back to Eren, and for a fleeting moment, you have hope that maybe this all can be resolved peacefully. And then Jean makes a fatal mistake.

He spits directly in Eren’s face.

Just as Eren swings, Reiner collides with the two, just barely catching Eren by his forearm before he can make contact with Jean’s cheek. Bertholdt, as always, is Reiner’s shadow, grabbing Eren by the shoulders and wrenching him away from Jean. It takes Connie, Reiner, Marco, and Bertholdt to restrain both of them, Armin standing in the middle and shouting how ridiculous the fight is above the curses.

“It’s my fucking birthday, Jean, come on bro!” Connie growls, pinning Jean to the cabinets with his back.

“Jaeger- back off!” Reiner manages to pull him back a few inches, hardly able to contain Eren, who’s struggling furiously, in his massive arms. Jean finally relents, slouching into the multiple arms holding him back. After several seconds, Eren does the same, never taking his eyes off of Jean. Into the shocked silence, Armin bravely speaks first.

“Maybe we should leave,” he suggests awkwardly, “take the party elsewhere.”

You pity him, poor Armin and his hosting inclination. Eren finally turns to face you. The wrath laid bare in his eyes sends a chill over your body.

“We are,” he spits, sparing Jean one last threatening glance before storming over, grabbing you harshly by the wrist, and practically dragging you towards the door.

“Eren, wait–” you try to reason with him and dig your heels in, but it’s fruitless. Eren’s strong, stronger than you, and you don’t stand a chance stopping him now that his mind’s made up.

He doesn’t drop the act at the car, ripping your car door open, waiting impatiently for you to step into your seat, and slamming the door behind you. As soon as he turns the ignition, the same angry rock music you had listened to on the way over blasts from the speakers; Eren makes no move to turn it down and neither do you. After so many years together, his temper rarely scares you anymore; it’s more of a nuisance than anything when it flares. You stare out of the window, seething with anger, arms crossed and foot tapping.

Five minutes into the drive, you realize Eren isn’t taking you to your house, but to his. What he’s thinking, you can’t be sure, but you go ahead and start making your plans to give him an earful and call your Uber the moment you get there. You just can’t wrap your mind around why he would attack Jean and embarrass you like that– Eren may have been a hothead, but rarely did he let his temper escalate to that degree, especially against a friend.

Eren whips his car into the driveway, parking with such force you nearly knock your head against the headrest. You reach for your door handle, ready to throw it open, but Eren’s faster. He hits the child lock button and slams his own door behind him, storming around the car.

“The fucking child lock button?” You leap out of your seat once he’s opened your door, glaring up at him with your fists curled by your sides. “Is that what I am, Eren, a child?”

“Come inside.” Eren’s voice is low, dangerous. You’re too angry to indulge his temper.

“No,” you snap, “I’m going home.”

No sooner have you pulled your phone out to call an Uber than Eren snatches it from you, sliding it into his pocket. He repeats himself, more forceful this time. “Come inside.”

You stand rooted to the spot for a beat, so angry you aren’t sure what you want to do more: run home, punch him, or kick his precious car headlight in. Eren simply glares down his strong nose at you, face unreadable as ever, rage still glittering in his eyes.

“Come inside, please,” Eren repeats himself again through gritted teeth. You decide you’ll indulge him and go inside, hear him out, and then punch him. At least it’ll catch him off guard, and you’ll have a better chance of getting your shot in. Without another word, you stomp up the walkway to his house, into the house, and into the kitchen, shoving your shoes off. Stupid fucking kitchens, you think to yourself, kicking your bare foot against the base of his kitchen island. Immature, but the little burst of violence feels good.

Whether Eren’s house smells like him or Eren smells like his house you’ve never been able to decide. The distinct scent of him envelops you: a boyish, sharp smell, laced with a hint of the weed he kept in the living room. Ordinarily it’s a comforting smell, but tonight, it nearly makes you sick with irritation. Fighting with Eren is something you do rarely, but you know the both of you well enough to buckle down. Arguing with Eren means you have a long, nasty, and emotionally gutting night ahead of you. You’re more than ready, fists shaking by your side.

“What the hell was that, Eren?”

He doesn’t answer, swinging the fridge open and grabbing a beer. He twists the top, tossing it aside carelessly and taking a healthy swig, bun bouncing on the back of his head, making no move to acknowledge your presence.

“Answer me!” Your voice rattles the cabinets. “Yeah, was the fake dating a stupid idea? Sure, fine, it was stupid, but starting a fucking fight with Jean on poor Connie’s birthday–”

“You didn’t hear what he said,” Eren says simply, still chugging his beer and avoiding your gaze.

“What could he have said to make you do that? What was so awful that you had to–”

“It was about you.” Eren finally brings his eyes to yours, staring you down through the little hairs that have escaped his bun with such intensity that it nearly knocks you clean on your ass.

Your heart stutters. “You– what did he say?”

“Told me if I wanted to taste your ‘slutty pussy’ so bad, I could just smell his breath. S’why he spit in my face.” Eren’s fingers wrap and unwrap around the beer bottle anxiously.

Your mouth drops agape, tears immediately springing to your eyes. No, you set your resolve, praying your body cooperates. “He…he said that?”

“Why didn’t you tell me you’d been fucking him?” Eren spares you another scalding look. Your temper flares at his anger, one fire against another.

“Excuse me?”

“Don’t play dumb,” Eren snaps, “this whole thing was your idea. What am I to you, just some toy you can dangle in front of your pussyboy ex boyfriend? How long have you been fucking him?”

“I haven’t been fucking him,” you hiss, “he lied because he was jealous. And you’re not some toy, you’re– you’re my best friend. I needed you.”

Eren freezes, eyeing you across the kitchen. His expression has changed, infinitesimally so, a pinch of the fury fading from his face but none of the heat. It strikes you that in the years you’ve known him, he’s never looked at you like this before, not once. “Say it again.”

“You’re my–”

“The other thing.”

“I needed you.”

“Again.”

“I needed– fuck, Eren, what is this? Some kind of game?”

He stalks toward you, silhouetted by the light behind him and looking sinful, closing you in. He’s forceful and shameless as he backs you into the counter, as quintessentially Eren as he can be. “Say it one more time.”

“I…needed you,” you indulge him, brain slowing down to pick up each little detail. His cologne– when did he start wearing cologne?– musky and thick in the air, one of his tattoos peeking above the collar of his shirt, the tangible sensation of emerald eyes dragging along every inch of you.

“I like the way you say that,” his tongue darts out, wetting his lips. You stare blatantly. His mouth is red, pouty, and full, bottom lip a little chapped from where he was chewing it in the car. “That you need me.”

Words are lost on you; even if you could gather something to say, it would probably get stuck in your throat the moment it materialized. His presence is choking you. He brings one of those massive hands up, cupping your jaw, running a thumb over your lip. His posture, looming over you, is demanding, almost hungry.

“Do you still?”

“Still?”

“Need me.”

You blink, eyes still watery. “How?”

“You’re a smart girl,” Eren murmurs, hot breath laced with beer fanning over your face, “you know. You’ve always known.”

You do know. When he ghosted a hand over your thighs at the bar, when you fell asleep on his chest watching a movie, the way he had kissed your head, nearly fought Jean, protected you at every twist and turn. You had kept it relegated to the recesses of your brain, slid a hand between your legs and allowed it to simmer to the surface, maybe for a moment, before pushing it back down. You had always known. He has you on the edge of a cliff, and with a thin gasp, you understand him now: he wants you to jump. And so do you.

“I still need you. Now.”

Something critical snaps in both of you. The countertop digs into your lower back, a beautiful, aching pain blooming up your spine to meet the sting of his teeth sinking into your bottom lip. He’s kissing you; this magnetic, maddening man is kissing you, hard. It’s all tongue and teeth, fingers wrapping in hair, hands exploring familiar places in a new way. Greedy, demanding sounds slip through his teeth as he paws at your clothes, squeezes your curves through the silken shirt Sasha had lent you.

“This shirt is ridiculous,” Eren pants into your mouth, “wish I wasn’t about to rip it off of you.”

A little whimper leaves your mouth at that, and your knees buckle. Eren catches you, grabbing you by your torso and lifting you up onto the kitchen counter; you use the extra height to wrap your legs around his hips. A groan from deep in Eren’s chest rumbles against your lips as he rolls his clothed cock insistently against you. The low, simmering heat in your stomach catches fire; he’s big, even through both of your pants, rubbing himself into where you need him most. A hand creeps up your neck, grabbing a fistful of hair and forcing you to look up at him. It hits you how large he is; six feet and some change of taut, corded muscle, bad intentions, temptation.

His voice is quiet and controlled, so close to your face that his nose moves against yours as he speaks. “I’m going to take you to my room. If that’s not okay with you, I need you to say it right now.”

You nod urgently, relishing the burn in your scalp where he holds your hair tight. “I want it- want you.”

Eren slides you off of the kitchen counter and holds you firmly around his waist, making a beeline for his room. You mouth at his neck, enjoying the little grunts he makes against your ear. You drop unceremoniously onto the bed, left to watch as he tears off his shirt.

Oh, and do you watch. It’s difficult to comprehend that your best friend is the man standing above you. You’ve seen him shirtless countless times, but not like this: chest heaving, covered in a thin sheen of sweat, muscles flexing as he reaches for your shirt, ripping it from you and tossing it away. Your eyes draw towards the defined v leading down beneath his jeans, and you wonder how it might taste under your tongue.

Your bra comes next, Eren moving down to take your lips in his again as he deals with the clasp. He pushes you onto your back, kissing down your neck, sneaking harsh bites in between the gentle presses of his lips.

“Careful, Eren– you’ll leave marks,” you gasp, pulling at his hair.

“Good,” Eren replies against your neck, emphasizing his point with another deep bite to your neck, “you wanted everyone to think I was your little boyfriend, didn’t you? Let them see.” 

Your panties grow damp and hot against your core at that; you have no other response than to choke out a stunted moan.

“Fuck, you have no idea,” he growls, traveling down, teeth scraping the top of your breast, “what you do to me. How long I’ve wanted you.”

Your mind falters, caught in the crosswires of Eren’s confession and the way you’re clutching his head to your breasts, fingers desperately threaded in his dark hair and pulling him as close as you could get him. His mouth is so hot it burns, even against your feverish skin. 

“Remember…” Eren muses, mouthing his way down your stomach, “remember college? When you’d wear those slutty little dresses out?”

“I remember,” you breathe, impatient and urging him towards your lower half.

“Used to come home from the bar and jerk myself off, thinking about this sweet little cunt,” Eren tears your pants down your legs, panties following, “could practically see it in those short ass dresses. I’d cum thinking about how you’d sound when I stuck my tongue in it.”

A lewd whine rips out of your throat before you can stop it. Eren’s pressing your thighs open now, and his words and the quick little swipes he’s making across your clit are making you dizzy.

“Fuck…” Eren trails off, eyes wide, “got such a pretty pussy. Just look at you.”

“Eren, please,” you’ve never been the begging type, but the bright green eyes peering up at you from where your legs are propped open by broad, strong shoulders take your sense away.

“I’ve got you,” he shushes you, grinning as he leans into your center. A thick stripe of a lick up the center elicits a groan from you both. “So fucking sweet. Knew you would be.”

Eren hooks his arms around your legs, dragging you down the bed to be flush with his face. Eren’s no amateur when it comes to women, you know that, but you had never dared to let yourself imagine what that might translate to in practice.

He licks little figure-eights around your clit, not quite hitting it; he’s teasing you, the antagonist that he is. You tremble under him, little gasps and whimpers puffing out of your lips. Eren smiles contentedly against your pussy, nose flush with your clit, nudging against it rhythmically as he licks through your folds, circling your entrance. You bring your hands down your body, grabbing a fistful of dark hair and pulling him closer to you; you don’t even know what you want, the singular word more ringing in your head like a church bell.

Eren chuckles. “You need something?”

“Stop fucking with me,” you breathe, inwardly cringing at the desperation in your voice, laid bare for him to see. You brace yourself, looking down to meet his eyes, and instantly regret it. The anger has faded entirely from his face, replaced by an unyielding hunger. A wet, wicked smile plays at his mouth; you can physically feel your cunt dripping just at the sight of him.

“You want me to stop fucking with you?”

“Please, Eren, I need you–”

“That’s all you had to say.”

And then, like he does with everything else in his life, Eren licks into you like his life depends on it, like he’s trying to drown himself in you. His tongue pushes in and out of your hole, swirling around your clit, and you can distantly hear the most obscene sounds you’ve ever heard slipping from your mouth. He’s so good, better than you’ve had in years; you throw your head back against the bedspread, hardly able to focus on breathing.

Just when you think it can’t get any more intense, Eren slides one long finger inside of you, curling it against a spongy spot in your walls that makes you see stars. He chuckles at the loud, long moan that you let out.

“My girl likes being full, doesn’t she?” He pumps his finger slowly, testing your limits. Your walls clutch down on him, begging.

“M-more,” you stutter, barely able to form a coherent word through your panting.

“What was that?” You can hear the shit-eating grin on his face.

“I need– fuck– I need more.”

“Magic word?”

“Please, Eren, fuck!”

“Good, good girl,” he coos, pushing another finger into you, “so sweet and needy for me, yeah?”

Your eyes fly open at the stretch, the fullness of his fingers moving inside you. His other hand comes up to push on your lower stomach; your head snaps up, and you frown at him, panicked.

“W-what are you– oh,” you hate yourself for it, but you can’t even speak as he applies pressure onto your abdomen. You feel strange; it’s just right and too much all at once. The familiar bubble of an impending orgasm swells in the pit of your stomach, but it’s more intense, wetter than you’ve ever felt it. 

“Close?”

“Mhm,” you force out through gritted teeth. Eren moves his elbow slightly, just enough to bear down on your hip bone where you’re pushing your hips up towards him unwittingly. “But it- it feels weird…I, I can’t–”

“Sh,” he murmurs, mouth back against your clit, “you can do it, just for me, I know you can. It’s going to feel so good, you’ll see.”

Your eyes roll back in your head as you teeter on the precipice, blood roaring in your ears. You want to, you need to–

“Cum all over my fucking face baby, give it to me.”

The band in you snaps, your eyes rolling back into your head. You can feel your cunt spasming around his fingers, pushing something out. Liquid sprays from you, all over Eren’s face, soaking the sheets beneath you. You can’t even hear the lewd sounds coming out of your mouth, too surprised at the gushing orgasm. It finally winds down, and once you gather the energy, you shove insistently at his hand still pumping in and out of your sensitive pussy.

“You have the messiest little cunt,” Eren chuckles at you, wiping his face and kissing his way back up to your gasping mouth, “knew you were a squirter.”

He lands a few gentle taps against your sore pussy, and you flinch. 

“I–I’ve never…” you take a shaky breath in between every word, “never done that before.”

Pride illuminates his face. “Really? I knew you could do it– just for me, right?”

You nod, sitting up on trembling elbows. “Your cock, I– I want it in my mouth. Please let me.”

You reach down to fumble with the button of his jeans, but Eren grabs your wrist, pulling your hand up to kiss it gently. “Next time. I’d never forgive myself if I busted before I got to fuck you.”

Too overwhelmed to answer, you simply nod again, sitting back as he shimmies his pants off. Once you catch sight of it, your mouth waters. He’s big, bigger than you thought, wide enough to where your fingers wouldn’t touch if you grabbed it, and long enough to make you gag. The thought goes straight between your legs, cunt still throbbing and clutching around nothing, and a rush of anticipation washes over you.

Eren flips you over onto your stomach, shoving a couple of pillows underneath your hips to prop your ass up. “Christ,” he exhales, landing a sharp smack to your ass.

“Please, Eren- oh!” You jump; Eren’s circling your asshole, using the mess you’ve already made as lube to pop the tip of his thumb in. “Eren…”

“You’d let me fuck you there, one day, I bet,” he mutters, more to himself than to you, you think. Your body tenses in response, the memory of your first glance at his cock fresh in your mind. Eren swears under his breath. “Maybe next time, then.”

You hear him spit, hear the slick sounds of him lathering himself up. You have a brief moment to think to yourself, with the last glimmering shreds of consciousness in your orgasm-dazed mind, that this is Eren. This is your best friend, pinning you to the bed by the back of your neck, rubbing your lower back, admiring you, fucking you. And then the head of his cock is pressing into you, and that last little bit of hesitation gives way.

“Oh, baby,” Eren bends over you to growl in your ear, “never gonna forgive you for keeping this perfect pussy from me all these years.”

“Eren, it’s so– oh my god,” you trail off, eyes rolling back into your head as a few more inches of him sink into you. The way your body stretches for him, the way he fills you, is unbelievable, sweetened by just the slightest burning sensation.

“Fuck,” he hisses, pressing his forehead into the back of your neck, “you feel so fucking good. Best I’ve ever had.”

You whine at that, pushing your hips back into his and forcing him to bottom out. Eren swears against your skin, nearly collapsing on top of you. Your cunt pulses around him, desperately trying to hold him. You can hardly fathom the weight of him inside you; you’re just so full, the word runs through your mind on a loop.

And when he rolls his hips into yours– you nearly start praying. He drags against your walls so nicely, you nearly cum again then and there. He works up a torturously slow rhythm, grinding his hips into yours. You bite down hard on your bottom lip, trying your hardest to suppress the obscene groan about to leave your mouth. You taste blood.

“Never giving this pussy up,” Eren grunts above you, “never letting you give this to anybody else again. It’s mine, isn’t it?”

You nod into the pillow beneath your head, tears pricking at your eyes. He’s picking up the pace now, and the exquisite push-and-pull rhythm of Eren moving inside of you coupled with the fact that it’s Eren moving inside of you is destroying any semblance of intelligent conversation you can muster.

“Say it’s mine,” his face is beside yours now. A hand grabs your hair, turning your face towards him. You know how dazed you must look, mouth open in a permanent gasp, eyes watery and full of hearts. “God, you look fucking incredible. Say it.”

“My…my pussy is,” you swallow hard around the delicious knot of shame in your throat, “yours. It’s yours.”

“That’s my girl,” Eren sits back up, thrusting even faster, “my pussy, my girl. Isn’t that right?”

“Yes,” you pant, canting your hips back against his, feeling your next orgasm approach embarrassingly fast. Eren understands, already knows your body as well as he knows you, and moves the angle of his hips just so to hit that spot he had found so quickly with his fingers earlier. You keen, drooling into the pillow, letting him fuck you stupid.

Eren shoves you over the edge for the second time that night. It’s toe curling, almost violent in nature, the way you cum around him, listening to him hiss as you tighten around him, vice-like. He fucks you through your orgasm for just long enough to see you through it, and flips you onto your back the moment you begin to twitch and shove at his hips, desperate for a break.

You slowly blink your eyes open in surprise, letting the tears roll down your cheeks, expecting to see Eren lining himself up, ready to fuck you senseless once more. Instead, he’s studying you, wiping a tear from your face, licking it off of his finger. There’s a moment happening here, an important one, one you don’t have the mental capacity to absorb right now.

“I want to see you now,” Eren says quietly, “need to see your pretty face when I cum, m’kay?”

You nod dumbly, not knowing how to respond to him in the thick air hanging between you. Before Eren can get any more words out of his open mouth, a loud ring startles you both.

Your phone is buzzing on the floor where it fell from Eren’s pocket; the name on the screen nearly stops your heart. Jean.

You stare into Eren’s eyes, a long, silent beat passes between you both. Your hazy mind is scrambling, grasping at anything you can say to take his mind off of the awkward interruption, but to your surprise, Eren cracks a grin. It’s a wicked grin, prettier than the devil himself and twice as evil.

“Your other boyfriend calling? Checking up on you?”

“He’s not my-”

“Better not be. Not after what I did to you tonight,” Eren’s voice drips with ego. Something in his eyes is territorial, carnal.

You find your words, but they come out quiet. “He’s not. Never again.”

Eren’s grin grows darker. He’s nudging your knees apart with his own, reaching down and pulling one of your legs to wrap around his waist. He’s pushing himself in now, the ringing of your phone fading into the background as the all-encompassing stretch of Eren inside you takes over your thoughts.

“Such a good girl,” he coos, thumbing at your bottom lip, “such a good mouth. Always telling me what I want to hear.”

You nod again, urgently this time, pulling your other leg up to hook them around his waist, hold him inside you, make sure he never leaves again. You’re addicted already; addicted to the pressure in your abdomen, addicted to the way his tip kisses your cervix, addicted to the taste of his sweat as you lick a strip of it from his face, cheekbone to temple.

“I…” you aren’t sure how to articulate how good it is, how good he is. A defeated laugh of your own making interrupts you. “You feel so fucking good. I feel so fucking good right now.”

“God, just look at you, all fucked out for me. You love it, don’t you?” Eren kisses your forehead, face to face with you after propping his elbows on either side of your face. “Love how I fuck you like a whore, don’t you? Tell me, baby.”

“I love it,” your voice is quivering, and you’re vaguely aware of tears streaming down your face. You’re overstimulated, you at least know that, but he just feels so good that asking him to stop seems more painful than letting him keep hammering into you.

“My pretty baby, you’re so fucking perfect,” Eren rambles, “so pretty when you cry for me.”

You can’t break away from his gaze, not through the tears or the rapid-fire speed of him fucking into you. Your legs are shaking so badly you can barely hold them up; Eren’s letting a flurry of little grunts and groans fly out, grabbing onto your cheek with one hand.

“Gonna cum soon,” he huffs, hips still pistoning into you hard enough to hurt, “gonna cum in your pussy, really make it mine, okay?”

“Okay,” you whimper, clamping down on him at the mere thought of it.

“Fuck, you like that don’t you?” He seethes against your forehead, thrusts beginning to falter. “You want to be mine? Want this pretty cunt stuffed full of my cum?”

You can feel him getting closer now, sloppy thrusts punching into your cervix, the ache of bruises forming on your inner thighs as he uses you, chasing his orgasm. You force your eyes open, meeting bright, hypnotizing green. Your voice is going to break, you know it, you hate it, you love him for it. “I– I want to be yours. P-please cum in me Eren, I need it.”

He slams into you one last time, holding his hips as tightly to yours as he can manage, cumming deep inside you with a breathless curse. You arch your back, relishing the feel of his cum in you, warm and filling. Even in your fucked-out mind, you know it’s a lot; you can feel the drip of it, seeping out around his cock and down onto the sheets. The leaden collapse of his body into yours, the gradual softening of him inside you, grounds you, pulling you down from the clouds and back into the bed.

It’s Eren on top of you, sweaty skin clinging to yours, his cum that you begged him for leaking out of your abused pussy. Your eyes shoot open. He’s incredibly heavy, your breath still coming out in short puffs as you try to catch it. He slides out of you; one last pitiful whimper leaving your lips as you find yourself empty.

“Holy shit,” Eren breathes out into the tension, a humorless and exhausted laugh punctuating his statement. As he rolls off of you, you’re overcome with the urge to smack him.

“That’s one way of putting it.” You scrounge around in the bed, trying to find the edge of the sheets to cover yourself with. Eren lays beside you, arm tossed over his eyes, as if the entire axis of your friendship hadn’t just flipped on its head. After a beat, you speak your mind, testing the waters. “I should probably call Jean back.”

That catches his attention. Eren sits up, scowling at you. “Why?”

“Maybe he wants to apologize.”

Eren snorts, rolling off of the bed and pulling you up with him, bridal-style; you aren’t sure where he’s taking you, but all the fight’s been fucked out of you, and you melt into his arms, eyes falling closed. “Who fucking cares?”

“I might,” you answer quietly, adjusting to the heat radiating off of his body. When your eyes open, you realize he’s carrying you to the bathroom to clean you up. Your heart thuds sadly in your chest, overcome with so many emotions you couldn’t begin to name them if you tried. You almost want to cry again, for a different reason now.

Eren sits you on the toilet, not responding to your small confession. He drops to his knees before you, reaches a long arm behind him over to the fixtures on his obscenely large bathtub, pushing the plug in and turning the water on. You draw your knees up to your chest, suddenly feeling incredibly exposed. Satisfied with the water temperature, Eren turns back to you, one hand placed firmly on each of your kneecaps.

“You don’t need him,” he says, solemn as you’ve ever seen him, “and from what I saw tonight, you don’t even want him. You know that now, right?”

There’s something about the way he says it, a hidden thread of pleading woven into his words. Your exhausted brain holds onto that, but your heart refuses to believe in it, broken and beating wildly in your chest.

“I just–”

“I meant it, you know,” Eren avoids your direct gaze, eyes flitting over every feature on your face, “I’ve been thinking about this for a long time. Meant every word of it.”

You pause, wondering absentmindedly if he can hear the pounding of your pulse. “Really?”

“We don’t need to get into it now,” he shrugs, “but you know that. You know I’d do anything for you. You know I’d treat you well. ‘M not a bad guy.”

Your chest aches. “I know, but Eren–”

“So that wasn’t the best sex you’ve ever had in your life?” He fixes you with a singular, raised eyebrow, so serious that you giggle in his face.

“You might have me there.”

“Better than horseface?”

“Watch it.”

The light returns to his eyes; it loosens a hard little piece in your chest, flooding you with warmth. It hits you just how much you love that little sparkle amongst the green, just how much you would give to see it as often as you can. “We won’t talk about it, for now at least. I’ll get us cleaned up, and we can go watch–”

“Mamma Mia,” you blurt, hopeful.

“No fucking shot. But we can watch something else of your choosing, if you let me eat you out again.”

“Eren!” You smack his shoulder, scandalized. Both of you laugh; your fake outrage is twice as funny considering the state of you right now, smeared makeup and bruises on your neck.

He grins crookedly back at you. “That’s not a no.”

Assertive

Rugby boyfriend!Eren x fem!reader

collage au, possessive but in an infatuated boyfriend type of way. Size differences are mentioned. No matter your size, Eren is bigger than you. (Note: going to be more active now that Aot is ending. Feel free to send requests ♡)

I don’t mind if you’re ignoring me, cuz I’m ignoring you. “ he watches you bounce around the room in your thin, white nightdress. 

You continue looking for your phone, ignoring him. There’s no way you haven’t searched every inch of his dorm room by now, so you finally look at him. He’s laying on the bed shirtless, hands behind his neck, looking at you innocently. That f’ckin bastard.

“Do you have my phone, Eren?”

He flashes his teeth, “ugh, baby, you have no idea how nice it is to hear your voice again. C’mere.” he pats his lap.

You sternly put your hand on top of your hip, arching it to the side, giving Eren the perfect view. “Do you have it or not?” He doesn’t even try to hide his smirk.

”Do I? I'm not sure. You should come over and look,” stretching his arms out in an inviting pose.

Earlier, Eren’s roommate, Floch, made a joke about how he can hear when you and Eren are having sex. When you told Eren, he rushed out of the room and ordered Floch to apologize. Completely scolding him like a dad. You felt embarrassed since you didn’t want his friends to think you can’t take a joke.

You know he’s just going to grab and pull you towards him, so instead, you start walking towards the door. Eren tenses immediately and rushes towards you,

‘’Hey, hey” he grabs your hand. ”where do you think you’re going?’’ he questions with furrowed eyebrows.

‘’To ask if the guys have they’ve seen it?’’ 

His eyes flash red for a second. To have his friends see the outline of your nipples through that thin fabric of your so called pajamas? He looks you up and down, nope, not happening. You should be wearing his t-shirts to bed anyway.

 ‘’Not like that, you’re not,’’ he gives you an ‘’end of discussion’’ look, but you huff and turn anyway. Not that you get far at all, he has you slung over his shoulders before you’ve even fully turned.

The con of having a rugby player as a boyfriend is that he throws you around a lot without so much as breaking a sweat. When you’re mad at him, he has this irritating habit of lifting you off the ground and cuddling you until you’ve cooled down. Claiming it “breaks his heart watching you walk away angry.”

He walks towards the bed, ignoring your fists punching at his back. “You’re such a brat sometimes.” He doesn't mind at all though, Eren has the patience of a saint when it comes to his girl, he enjoys being the one to set you straight.

He carefully lies you down on his bed, positions himself on top and grins, ‘’gotcha,’’ then smacks a kiss on your cheek. ‘’You’re annoying.” you pinch his ear in retaliation.

“Ow, hey, you know you’re stronger than you look.” he scratches his reddened ear. ‘’I'm being deadass, baby, you could go pro in armwrestling or some shit.’’ You burst out laughing over how dramatic he’s being and his eyes lit up from the sound. Your smile always captivates him.

Feeling yourself being stared at, you grin cheekily, unable to hide your smile “weirdo, stop staring,’’ brushing your fingers against his stubble. His eyes follow the movement of your hand and begin tracing the shape of your figure when all of a sudden he starts attacking you in tickles.

You’re both advancing on each other playfully, laughing hysterically. In an attempt to roll out of his reach, Eren quickly reacts by by grabbing your hands and pins them above your head. The laughter is quickly replaced with heavy pants as you stare at him naively, your chest rising up and down.

Snapping out of his thoughts, he lets go of his grip and rests his head on your chest, “you know, it doesn’t matter if you’re mad. I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable staying here.’’ he gently admits, then lifts his head,

‘’plus, I’m the only one who has a say about you in bed.” he wiggles his eyebrows.

“Gross,’’ you push his chest, apparently amusing him by the look on his face. ‘‘but it’s fine, really. I just wanted to ignore the situation, but I guess he should learn that not everything needs to be said.’’ At this, he grins and takes ahold of your chin,

‘’that’s a good girl.’’

You ignore the heat rising in your face and smack his hand away when you suddenly remember, ‘’speaking off, where is my phone? You know I need to do my nightly routine check.’’

He knows. It’s the reason he slipped it under his pillow the moment you started throwing a fit. It’s nice having the most predictable girl on the planet. ‘’You can do it later, let a man enjoy his girl for a moment. You can be mad at me after.’’

‘’I'm not mad at you’’ you look genuinely offended, causing him to snicker. “Besides, I kinda liked the whole sexy, scolding dad thing you had going on. It was kinda turning me on,” you admit, looking straight into his eyes.

His hands on your hips stiffen instantly and his whole demeanor changes. “Don’t even joke, [name] I will put a baby in you right this second,” large hands grab your ass and starts grinding your body against his.  

You attempt to leave but he drags you right back, looking at you confused. Looking down, you purr, “I really need to do my routine check,” sticking out your lower lip for extra effect.

You love to rile him up and have him mock you for being greedy and bratty. His face gets closer to yours with his eyebrows all furrowed.

“Did you just pout at me?”

“Nuh uh,” you lie and tease your hand against his belt, Eren’s eyes follow your movements then trace back up to your face, where you’re innocently meeting his eyes.

He grabs a fistful of your hair and looks down at your hand playing against his bulge. ‘’You wanna get fucked?’’ he spits with disgust, or admiration. It’s hard to tell with him.

“Know you enjoy keeping me on edge, acting all innocent when we both know,” He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, eyes lingering just a second too long on your lips. Thoughts on ways to tame you running wild in his head.

‘’Telling me it turned you on when I was commanding,’’ he shakes his head as if disappointed.‘’It's good I’m here to keep you in line. A girl like you needs that.’’

You feel the imprint of him on your stomach as his hips press you down on the bed, leaving you no space to leave. You try your best to keep your voice steady. “Just wanna make you happy,’ you breathe out. He almost laughs. 

“You know what would make me happy?‘’ Eren stands and lifts you up with him.

‘’you with my cock in your mouth.” You almost go limp in his arms from how lewd he's being. 

Giving you an expectant look, he nudges your nose with his, “are you waiting for something? get to work.” he guides you down on your knees towards his crotch. The carnal look in his eyes makes you fumble a bit with his belt, but Eren is patient. Sometimes you suspect he enjoys seeing you nervous to perform for him.

Pressing a kiss on the tip, he returns his gratitude by patting your hair in a domineering act, “make me proud.’’ he smiles, in which you relish. Keeping eye contact, you swirl your tongue around his shaft before hollowing your cheeks and start working your way down. You can’t help but gag at his size, no matter how often you blow him. 

It’s been quiet for some time now and you’re growing impatient with the lack of praise. You decide to look up at him through the tears in your eyes and catch him smiling down at you. The scene feels so filthy you can’t help but slyly drag your fingers over your panties to relieve some of the pressure, secretly humping your hips against your hand to the sound of his pants. 

He just nearly cums in your mouth when he notices what you’re up to. Shamelessly playing with yourself, mouth filled with cock, you look straight out of Eren’s nastiest fantasies, it was perfect.

He bends down and pulls your hand out from under your nightdress, “Not yet, need you to be a good girl for me.’’ Then he does the hottest thing all night, he leans down to give it a kiss. You love him. He makes you feel like a princess getting fucked by her knight.

Feeling enthusiastic again, you eagerly reach for him to continue where you left off, but are stopped yet again. Whining, you wait for him any sort of command, just to do something, anything! but he looks so unaffected it’s making you wail even louder.

 “stop whining, you don’t deserve to suck my dick.” Despite the warning, you almost do it again but stop yourself when you notice the glare you’re given. “But I really needa feel you, Eren. It hurts down there.” you were so wet it felt like you were about to explode from the lack of release. 

He's only a man after all, even he has his limits when you wail pathetically about how wet your pussy is. Now he needs to have a look. He pulls you up by your torso, ‘’does sucking me off make you wet?’’ You nod and visibly see his ego lit up.  

A thin sheen of sweat connects your bodies as he effortlessly carries you over to his bed. You take advantage of your flexibility and spread your legs as far apart as you can once he lays you down, earning a groan out of him.

He doesn't hesitate a moment further to push his face in there and peek under your dress. “such a pretty cunt, princess. no idea how often I jerk off thinking about it, about this,” kissing through your soaked panties. Your hips jerk upwards at his erotic words, desperate for friction.

“Eren, please”

He pushes your panties to the side but keeps them on. It’s like he’s so needy for you he can’t be bothered to take off either of your clothes properly, but patient enough to check out every inch of you as if seeing you like this for the first time.

Eren’s broad body consumes your smaller frame as you lie beneath him. You love this feeling, him shielding your body from anyone and anything but himself. 

 His ring covered fingers play softly with your bud, observing your reactions before lining himself against you, causing goosebumps to erupt all over your skin. The sight of Eren being almost abnormally endeavored by your pussy as he spits on his hand and pumps his cock, increases the heat pooling in your abdomen. 

You lie still, enjoying the sensation of him rubbing and tapping himself against you. His eyes are fixated entirely on your cunt and you enjoy every bit of the attention. Not to say you’re not curious about what goes on in his mind when he’s focused and quiet like this. Like your body is art and he is studying and memorizing every part of it.

Once satisfied, he pushes through the tight hindrance and sucks in a breathe, “oh, fuck.” and finally looks up at you. His heart stops a beat when he’s reminded of how beautiful you are. The urge to hide you away from anyone's eyes but his, hits him strong but he bites it back.

Time slows for a moment as you both take each other in through half lidded eyes, and for some reason, your vision has never been as clear. His fingers thread through yours as he leans in for a kiss. When he pulls away, your eyes are still closed. Eren grins and places one last kiss on your forehead before thrusting his way in. 

He’s fucking you with his hips, hard. Hands pressing down your pelvic, holding you still for him to ram into. The strap of your nightdress has slightly fallen down your shoulders, so he pushes the fabric that’s hiding you from him down further, and exposes your breasts. The moan he lets out from the sight is pure filth. 

‘’Touch yourself.’’ he demanded, pupils dilated. With glazed over eyes, you comply and start playing with yourself, twisting and grazing your nipples. The act drives him to lift your hips to reach deeper into you,’’really thought i’d let you walk out of my room looking like this.’’ he grows almost annoyed at the thought. 

Tenderly cupping his cheek, he almost flinches from how lovingly you’re looking at him, “You’re all I want, Eren.’’ and he almost melts. When you say things like that it makes him want to keep you to himself even more, resting his forehead against yours, he looks at you with almost a pained expression. ‘’that’s good, because i'm a selfish man.’’

 With your legs lifted around his waist and upper body sprawled on the bed, you’re essentially at his mercy as he connects your bodies in repeated thrusts. Again, again and again, the sound of him pushing into you echoes in the room. 

He fucks like a deprived man and speaks like a man in love. “Does it feel good, princess?’’ You nod with lovestruck eyes. ‘’Yeah? taking me so well. making me so proud.’’ The pressure feels too intense, about to snap.

He’s stretching you on his cock and looking straight into your eyes as he's doing it. Your body dissolves into pleasure as you writhe beneath him.

Your body starts squirming uncontrollably, causing him to grip your hips ever tighter, overpowering you in strength. You let out a loud sob and rake your nails on his back when your vision suddenly fades to black. He stares at you, astonished.

He raises an eyebrow, “did you just cum?” the thusting has stopped completely now but you felt his dick twitch inside you as he asked. “Tried to hold it in for you,” you stare back apologetically, eyes still sprinkled with lust. Best part is, he knows you didn’t. And you know it too. 

“Turn around,” he orders. You obey and slump towards the bed with your back against him, hiding your face in the pillows. “Don’t act all shy with me now, let’s see your face,” he leaves no room for discussion, so you slowly turn your head and face him. He looks so big staring down at you from your vulnerable position. “That’s a good, good girl.” 

Next thing you know, your cheeks are being spread and played with. Still high on ecstasy from the orgasm you just had, the energy to perform is nonexistent, so he does the job for you.

Huge hands angle your limp body upwards, then press down your back to create a beautiful arch, only for his eyes to admire. He sinks back inside and buries his cock in your warmth.

It’s hard maintaining eye contact with him when he’s like this, it feels so shameless, almost taboo, still, you can’t look away. He’s pounding into you, pulling your hips hard against him.

“This is what you’re making me do, looking at me like that. No one else will ever be able to see you like this,” he occupies his thumb by rubbing it over your clit. The contact is so delicate but rapid nonetheless.

You nod agreeably, barely able to register his words. “Are you close, Eren?’’

“Yeah,” his hands pressed down tightly on your lower abdomen, the scream you let out is almost inhumane. ‘’yes, yes.” you’re grinding back against him in heated motions, shockwaves of heat pumping through your body.

He snaps his pelvic against your ass and feels you sucking him right back in.  He thinks back to what you said before about him as a dad and his eyes roll back. The thought of you carrying his child inside you makes him come undone.

“Ugh, fuck.” He comes audibly high etc, covering you in his cum. You expect him to catch his breath but he smoothly regains his composure and pushes you on your back, his thumb finding its way right back to your clit, barely even getting started before leading you to your second orgasm.

You scream in pleasure as he cups your face, lips brushing against your ear. “That's it, princess, you did so well for daddy. made me so proud.” he praises as he pushes your hair out of your face. 

The lack of response makes him laugh, realizing he’d fucked you to sleep, litterally. chuckling, he grabs a warm cloth and cleans you up to his best effort.

You’re usually sleepy right after sex so this is a regular routine for you both. He smacks a kiss on the top of your head and covers you with his comforter then goes for a shower.

Once he’s done, he carries you up bridal style to the bathroom. “Wake up, sleepy.” he’s back to his sweet self. You grunt in response. “C’mon, you need to pee.’’ It’s true, so you comply and he leaves you to it. 

This is a conversation you’ve both had before, he feels no need to leave when you do your business but you’ve kicked him out enough times so he knows the drill by now. Eren changes the bedsheets while you clean up.

When finished, you walk back to the bed and he opens his arm for you to rest on, your phone lying beside him. You jump at the invitation and he hugs you towards him, ‘’what do you feel like eating?’’ he’s playing with your hair as you lie comfortably on his arm. 

“Not hungry.’’ you murmur.

Eren fights the urge to sigh. “Sorry, not up for debate.’’ He saves himself the trouble and orders for you both, knowing you’ll feel hungry once you see him eat.

When the food arrives, you end up wanting exactly what Eren ordered for himself.

‘’You’re a big baby.’’ he sulks and rolls his eyes, but feeds you nonetheless. You don’t miss the look on his face as you take a bite from his hand. One thing about Eren? he can and will fuck multiple times a day if you let him.

‘’down, boy. i’m not tryna have my guts rearranged after eating food.’’

He grins, ‘’I didn’t say anything’.’ knowing he’ll do exactly that when you’re done eating.

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 .

Mother’s Day

Eren Jaeger x Female Reader

Summary: Your husband shows his appreciation for you when he pampers you on Mother’s Day, but spoils you with the more exciting surprises later in the night.

Words: 3.6k

Warnings: oral sex M receiving, fingering, unprotected penetrative sex, breeding kink, cursing, pregnancy talk, creampie, sex toys

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“Mommy, mommy, look what I picked for you!” You see your daughter, a little bundle of joy not much taller than your dining table, sprint your way with a cute little arrangement of flowers in her tiny hands.

She crashes into your arms, and you immediately lift her up with a small groan because she really is getting heavier.

“Oh wow” you inspect every flower, noticing how they are all in your favourite colour “they’re beautiful, baby. Did you pick them all by yourself?”

Two forest green eyes look away, a little pout gracing your daughter’s cute face “Well, daddy helped.. but only a little!” She declares, making you chuckle and kiss her plump cheek.

You hear a laugh from somewhere behind that you instantly recognize, turning around to see your husband walking towards you with a wide smile on his face.

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erm..I think I just got blocked by one of my fav writers bc I was liking too many of their posts🙁

— 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 : 𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫

cw: fem!reader. infedelity/cheating + unprotected sex, handjobs, kissing, hickeys, oral sex, praising. strangers->lovers with a hint of angst. toxic relationship (?) with floch. i wrote part one earlier, but revamped it. and changed it around hehe

˗ˏˋ ࿐ྂ seeking out eren was initially a dare; but things got real quickly.

PART ONE -- this fic is LONG. like 9.3k words. part two will be linked at the bottom.

“Wait, so you did what?” 

You shamefully covered your face with two hands as you retell the story on how you chickened out with Floch. 

Yesterday was a complete failure, a disaster at that. You couldn’t tell what went wrong, or recount what exactly was going through your head and causing you to stop. But you did—unhooking your hands from Floch’s neck, reaching down to pull his hands up and out of your shorts from where he was touching you.

Floch looks down at you, confused, as he watches you sit up slowly, causing him to sit back onto his knees. 

“What’s the matter?”

“Nothing.”

“So…why’d you stop?”

You wish you could answer.  You wish you could tell him it’s not his fault. It’s yours. Everything was going so well; infact, this was the furthest you’ve gone with Floch. Whenever he comes over (or you go to his), you try your best to keep things PG, not ready to go all the way yet. But he ignores your advances, always touching you a bit too much during a movie, or standing way too close behind you to ensure you could feel his hard-on. 

It makes you so uncomfortable. And you’re sure he’s getting sick of you always avoiding his advances. He’s a very short tempered person, and you’re just waiting for the day he snaps, probably calls you a slut for leading him on or something. You’re waiting for it.

A part of you doesn’t blame him. You’d been “together” for almost five months, and you both haven’t even gotten past first base.

You stiffen when you feel his fingers trail up your thighs, stopping just above your pussy, looking at you for approval to continue. “Did I do something wrong?”

You try to look down at his hand just inches above your pussy, but you don’t get the oppurtunity too—his spare hand already forcing you to look into his eyes instead. You swallow hard before shaking your head.

“So, if I didn’t do anything wrong, why’d you stop? Don’t you wanna go further—” The second you feel his fingers start moving again, you’re off the bed, scrambling out of the sheets so fast. You don’t even look back as you leave his bedroom, running down the stairs to grab your shoes by the front door. 

You had to leave his house before the embarrassment truly hit you. It crept up on you hours later in bed, causing you to groan loud into your pillow. What was wrong with you? Why did you find it so hard to do anything with Floch, that didn’t involve watching Netflix. 

You wanted to experience what every other girl that’s lost their virginity went through, wanted to explore that feeling you see in porn, wanted someone to go down on you and have your body played with like in your dreams.

But you just weren’t ready.

And everyone else was.

“Damn, that sucks.” Hitch shakes her head at you, “I don’t really blame you though, I wouldn’t wanna lose my virg to someone like Floch.” Hitch rolls her eyes and leans back against the staircase, “He’s creepy.”

“He’s not…he’s sweet?” 

“Why’d you say sweet like that?”

“Like what?”

“Nevermind.” Hitch says before rubbing her temples, racking her brain to help you think of something to fix your problems. Hitch had already lost her virginity during freshman year, it was a mistake, but it felt nice and whenever you have questions about sex she’s willing to tell you about it. When she thinks back on it, she lost her virginity to an ugly dude when she was desperate at a party. It was truly a mistake, but the next time she had sex, the guy was midly attractive and it suddenly felt a lot better.

(She regards the fact that sex feels better based on the individual and their skills, not just their looks).

“I know! I can fix your problem!” You flick your eyes up to her, raising a single brow to get her to continue talking. “You need to lose your virginity to a sexy dude.”

“Floch is se—”

“No. He’s a redhead and he’s straight up hideous. You need to lose it to someone hotter. Then you’ll feel more confident with Floch. I guarantee it.” Hitch nods to herself like her plan is bulletproof, like there isn’t many holes with it. 

“First of all, I’m dating Floch, so me fucking someone else is cheating. Secondly, there’s nothing wrong with redheads! Floch is actually really sweet—” You think back on all the times he’s cussed out people for walking too close to him, to the times he got mad at the teacher for not marking his work correctly, how rudely he bosses people around him, how he sometimes sabotages his basketball games by shoving his oppentens a little too hard which causes him to get benched— “Okay, well, he’s nice to me.”

“Yeah…okay.” Hitch rolls her eyes, “it’s not cheating, if you guys aren’t together. When’s your anniversary?”

You clamp your lips shut, folding in on yourself because you came to the realisation that you don’t have one. Why? Because he’s never asked you out. 

“I…I don’t know.”

“Exactly!!!! Which is why you should fuck someone else! Like, like—uh— that hot blonde-nerd in our biology class, Armin? I think, ORRR his best friend, Eren. Yeah. Definitely, Eren. He’s so hot.” Hitch practically had hearts over her eyes as her brain replayed the memory of Eren taking off his hoodie in class, his shirt underneath getting attached to the hoodie as he lifted it off, giving everybody a glimpse of his toned body.

(Hitch almost had a nosebleed that day. You told her to calm down, but that sight was burnt into your retinas that night).

Armin was cool, you’ve spoken to him a couple times because you’d been put together in groups. But you don’t really think he’s hot, or well, according to Hitch’s lame ass theory, “attractive” enough to make you more comfortable with losing your virginity. 

Eren on the other hand—well, he’s Eren.

But like hell, you’d ask someone like him. He’d probably just ignore you. It causes you to laugh at the sheer audacity of Hitch’s proposal. 

“What’s so funny, [Name], I was being serious!” Hitch almost feels offended when you laugh even harder, the snort leaving your nose at the sheer absurdity of the idea.

“You’re serious!?” You hold a finger up, another loud laugh escaping your mouth. The two of you were too busy laughing and sulking at each other, that you didn’t notice the doors open in the hallway, a group of three boys entering inside, talking loudly. “Let me get this straight,” you wipe at the tear on your eye, “You just want me, to walk up to Eren Yeager and ask him to—”

“Ask me what?” 

Hitch’s eyes go wide and her jaw drops because she recognises that voice. You press your lips into a thin line at the realization that you fucked up. You don’t even need to turn your head to the side to see him staring at you—those piercing green eyes practically boring into your skull, awaiting your answer as to why two random girls he’s never seen before are gossiping about him.

You face your fears, turning your head to the side, slowly, praying that another dude inside your college was called Eren Yeager. Highly unlikely, but it’s worth a shot. You’re immedieately met with green, tired, eyes staring at you, one brow raised in mock confusion as he waits for someone—anyone to speak up. 

His three friends next to him, you recognise them as Connie, Jean and Armin, are looking at each other awkwardly and their stares make you want to run over to the window and launch yourself out of it, despite being three floors high. 

Eren is starting to get annoyed, his face flattens and you get scared. Armin, tugs his sleeve and shakes his head. The both of them mentally comminucate for a second before he sighs loudly and the four of them continue down the hall. 

Hitch breaks out of her frozen state and crawls over to where you’re sitting on the opposite side of the staircase, repeatedly tapping your thigh, telling you to go ask him now. 

“Are you insane!? No!” You shove her hands off you but she’s grabbing at your collar, practically begging you. This is your only opportunity to lose your virginity. You look at her like she’s crazy, but know that she won’t ever leave you alone about it, if you manage to fuck up this chance forever.

So you sigh and stand up, dusting off your clothes. Just as you’re about to step down from the staircase you were sitting on, you freeze up. Realising just what you’re about to do.

You’re about to ask, Eren, if he could sleep with you. 

You.

A random girl, he’s never interacted with, or even knows the name of.

You can’t do it.

You turn to face Hitch and slowly shake your head, about to sit back down before she pushes you making you lose your balance and you stumble down the stairs, bracing yourself against the wall just before you manage to crack your skull. 

“What the fuck is wrong with you, Hitch!?” You don’t realise you’re yelling, until you can hear the echo of your voice throughout the hall, as well as the footsteps a couple feet down the hall come to a halt. 

They haven’t left the hallway yet…

You shrink in on yourself as you look down the hall, seeing all four boys looking at you, once more. Eren still has that confused, annoyed look on his face. Armin looks more concerned at your safety. Connie bites his lip to try to stop himself from laughing obnoxiously and Jean is similar to Eren, a brow raised up in confusion.

You want to die.

It’s now or never, you think. “Uhhh—Eren, can I speak to you? Please?”

What the fuck are you doing? Go back up the staircase and eat your lunch. Your brain is screaming at you, to stop, tell Eren, it was a mistake and move on with your day, but Eren is already answering before you could take it back. 

“Sure?”

You meant to tell him that you wanted to speak to him alone, but he clearly didn’t grab the hint. His hand is gripping firmly onto the strap of his bag, holding it upright as the other end hangs off his shoulder. 

You take a couple steps forward before clearing your throat. “Talk with you alone, please.” You mildly gesture towards his group of friends who’ve been quietly eavesdropping the entire time.

Eren, nicely enough, doesn’t argue, instead, he looks back at his friends, gesturing to them to leave without him. They mumble something to each other before walking out, Armin, stops for a moment to wave at the both of you before jogging to catch up to his taller friends.

He waits until the door on the other end of the hallway shuts before crossing the distance between you both. You look over your shoulder one more time at Hitch, who’s grinning at you and holding two thumbs up. You wish you could just strangle her.

If you thought Eren was intimdating before, upclose is evern worse. You can’t take your eyes off his face despite how hard it is to keep eye contact with him. He  was much prettier than you’d thought. Normally, whenever you see him, it’s always been from a distance. Last year, when you were first years in college, he was in your English class but he sat on the other end of the classroom, still seated on your row, but was by the window. 

Whenever you wanted to distract yourself from class and glance out the window, he was always blocking the view, his side profile coming into your field of vision as he lazily chewed the lid of his pen the entire lesson. It was that day you thought his side profile was pretty and stared at it more often whenever you needed that distraction.

You’d see him from a distance around town, the back of his figure entering a store with his loud group of friends, during his basketball matches, he’s always on the court. 

This was the first time you’re actually seeing him. Face to face. No side profiles, no backs—just his green eyes (or it is turquoise)? You’ve never noticed how pretty his eyes are upclose, everything about him was pretty. He’s still so intimdating, you think, and the silence is making you realise that he’s been waiting for you to speak up all this time.

“So…what do you want?” His voice is slow and lazy and you hate how it does something to your insides, the sheer bass of his voice is making you dizzy. 

“I wanted to ask you something—don’t think I’m weird, or anything, but uh—” You can’t believe you’re doing this. You hear some shuffling from the stairs—that bitch Hitch is most defiently leaning over the railing just to get a better look at the both of you. “Could you maybe…teach me how—” Shit. How are you supposed to phrase this? 

“Teach? I’m not really the best when it comes to academics—”

Fuck it.

“You’d had sex before right?” You blurt out without thinking and Eren almost chokes on his sentence. Honestly, he had no clue what he was expecting, but it certainly wasn’t that.

“What’s it to you?”

You can’t help but groan to yourself, hoping that he woud’ve understood what you were implying without having to embarrass yourself and actually say it. “C-could you…help me?”

Eren blinks a couple times, his grip on his bag strap falls, hand dropping to his side and you watch as he stuffs them in his pockets. His brain is scrambled trying to process what exactly you’re trying to ask him here. “So…you want me-” He points at himself, “to teach you-” He points at you, “how to have sex?”

Your silence is the answer. 

“Oh.” Eren breathes out, his voice dropping a little—

You close your eyes, waiting for his laugh, waiting for him to call you a weirdo. Or you’re waiting for him to just walk away. That’ll be the best option. You’d embarrassed yourself enough, it’s best to just drop everything and never bring it up again.

“—Sure, I guess.”

Now it’s your turn to choke, peeking an eye open to see if this is Eren or just a hologram your brain created in a short moment to try and alleviate the awkwardness in the room. “What?!”

“Why so shocked? You asked me to.” Eren raises a brow at you.

“Yeah, but—I-I thought you’d say no! Like, you don’t even know my name?!” There’s no way this is happening right now. You pinch at your arm gently, wincing when your nail digs into your skin, reassuring you that this is real, Eren isn’t a hologram and you’re really about to have a personal sex-education class with him.

“So tell me your name.” He shrugs.

You hesitate for a second, wondering if this is some sick joke. He’d ask for your name, tell his friends that [Name] asked him to fuck you, the word will spread because his friends (cough Connie) have the biggest mouths in school—it’ll reach Floch, he’d slut shame you and call you a slut and you’d be all alone and ridiculed for being a desperate virgin slut for your entire college life.

Sounds about right.

Hitch can tell you’re overthinking in your head because the silence has gone on for way too long, so she leans past the railing to get Eren’s attention. “Her name is [Name]!”

“HITCH?!” You turn to yell at her, but are stopped when you hear Eren hum, repeating your name under his breath a couple times to hear how it sounds. He decided he likes it. “Cool name.”

“T-thanks?”

“Gimme your number, we can arrange something.”

You mindlessly watch Eren pull out his phone and you start reciting the numbers of your phone letter, watching as he inputs each number in carefully, before naming the contact [Name]. 

“Alright, I’ll see you both later.” Eren gives you and Hitch a small effort of a wave before he’s out the door a couple seconds later. You walk back over to the staircase, Hitch is all jittery, too excited at the fact that you were going to lose your virginity to Eren Yeager.

The entire day, she’s giving you tips about your pussy and what you should eat before hand, don’t be stupid like her and spray perfume on your pussy just moments after you shaved—stupid shit like that. And you’re left nodding your head to everything she’s saying because your brain is in another dimension, trying your hardest to prove that this is real.

You still don’t believe it. 

You see Eren a couple more times that day around the school. He acknowledges you, giving you a nod but doesn’t actually talk to you. It’s not until you get home that you freak out and scream into your pillow.

You’re on the phone with Hitch as you get ready for bed, the time on your phone is approx 11:32PM. It’s the weekend tomorrow, so you’re not necessarily worried about waking up too late. Yawning loud as you spin around your vanity chair, looking up at the white ceiling as you listen to Hitch ramble on and on about some girl she argued with during class today. 

“Her name was fucking Annie. Who even names their child Annie—like she was so annoying with her snide remarks everytime I spoke. Who the fuck does she think she is?” Hitch huffs her cheeks out with a pout and readjusts her camera so you can see the ceiling instead. “Helloooooo?! Are you listening to me or did you fall asleep?”

“I’m listening…I just—no offence, I don’t care about Annie and her remarks. I’m tired.”

“Well, what else do you want to talk about?” 

Just as you were about to answer, a notification popped up at the top of your phone, a message from an unknown number saying ‘Hey’. You furrow your brows, grabbing your phone rough enough that the camera shakes a little bit and click on the notification.

YOU: who is this????????

“Hitch—a random number just texted me.”

“What’d they say?”

“Hey.” You watch as the little buble shows three dots before another message comes through. You gasp loudly, dropping the phone on your desk as you read the name. The thud causes Hitch to sit up.

“What?! Who is it?! What happe—”

“It’s fucking EREN!” Hitch gasps loudly, a deep sound that startles you but you choose to ignore it as you stare down at the message, wondering what to type next. 

YOU: oh. Hi eren

You blink a couple times, making sure the message is real and not just your brain playing tricks on you from the lack of sleep. You had forced yourself to forget all about the events that occurred earlier today, wanting to disconnect your memories from the sheer embarrassment of asking a boy you never had a proper one-on-one conversation with him.

“Soooo…what’d he say? What’s going on? Give me LIVE updates, you bitch!” Hitch is shaking with nerves on her bed, patiently awaiting your response.

EREN: hey, so do u wanna come over now?

Fuck.

“He just asked me to come over….” 

“OHMYG—”

You drown out Hitch’s voice as you look down at your keyboard, watching your fingers tremble against the keyboard as you think of a response. You’re not ready yet. It’s barely even been 24 hours since you made that deal with him. 

YOU: now? Like rn? This second?

Eren responds in no time.

EREN: yeah? lmao if you want

YOU: ok

“[NAME], TALK TO ME! YOU’VE BEEN SILENT FOR AGES!” Hitch is practically screaming through the phone and you take a screenshot urgently and send it to your messages with Hitch. You assume she’s read it all because she screams loud over the phone. “[NAME] GO OVER NOW.”

Before you even have time to respond, tell her you’re not ready, she’s already hung up the phone. You know she won’t respond to any messages or calls you send her unless you go over there, so you sigh and head over to your closet to change into something that wasn’t your pyjamas.

Your phone rings once more by your desk, and you go to pick it up, realising it’s Eren again sending over his dorm number and block. You had a feeling he wasn’t in your Block, because you’d never seen him around, only on campus. 

You’re pulling up to his dorm, eyes darting back and forth between the text he sent you and the big number 12 on the front of his door, just to make sure you’re at the right place. It takes two knocks before he’s already at the door, his hair tied up messily behind his head in a manbun, a couple strands dangling over the sides of his face as his tired eyes somehow look even more exhausted as he steps aside to let you in.

The door clicks shut and he leans back against it as he looks at you. This is sorta awkward. “ ‘Kay, so how’re we gonna do this?”

It’s when you both realise that neither of you have thought this through. How do you even initiate something like this? What do you say? How do you begin? All these questions run through your head as you look over at Eren and shrug your shoulders. 

Eren raises his brows, amused, for a moment then drops them and gives you a slight smile when you say, “I thought you might know.”

“This was your idea?” 

“I know…” You prefer to look down at the carpet, taking in the nice shade of brown. You have no clue what to say. You hear footsteps before Eren is taking a few steps in front of you. Your breath hitches when his hand grazes your hand before holding it. You mindlessly follow him as he leads you over to his bedroom.

“So,” Eren takes a seat on his gaming chair, spinning it around to face you as you pat down his bedsheets before sitting on it, “Why’re you doing this? First of all, I’ma need some context.”

“I—You know Floch, right?” Eren nods his head, his chair squeaks when he leans back against it, ready to listen to your story. “Well…he’s sorta my boyfriend? I think?”

“Him? Oh wow.” You can’t help but raise a brow at his tone, almost like he sounds shocked. You’re not sure if he was shocked someone like you managed to get with someone like Floch, or if it was the other way round.

“Why ‘wow’? What’s shocking about that?”

Eren can see your brows shift a little, almost like you’re getting annoyed, then he realises that what he said could easily be misinterpreted. “No! Wait, I never meant it like that—I was more like ‘wow Floch managed to get a girlfriend’, I never saw him the type, s’all”

“Oh.” Yeah, you presume that makes more sense. After all, Eren does know Floch well since they’re on the same basketball team. “Yeah, well, he’s never actually asked me out, but he treats me like his girlfriend? So I guess I am?”

“He never…asked you out?”?

“Nope. He doesn’t like labels.” The way you’re admitting this publicly should make you feel embarrassed. Eren already feels that embarrasment and his brain gets to work, thinking. From what Eren knows about Floch, he’s a bastard, uses people to get whatever he wants, and is straight up rude. It’s surprising at first, that Floch managed to get someone as pretty as you, but the more you’re talking, Eren realises why exactly Floch chose you.

For one, you’re completely oblivious to his manipulative tendencies, you’re easy to use and you’re innocent. 

Eren almost feels bad for you. “Alright, so ‘boyfriend Floch’, what does this have to do with me?”

Now you have to get to the hard part. “So…whenever I’m with him…he’s always making moves on me, but I’m not ready yet, I don’t know what it is but whenever he touches me I just freak out but I want to do it so badly. It’s complicated.”

“I’m guessing you’re a virgin right?” You nod your head and Eren leans forward, bracing his elbows on his knees and looks at you. “It happens, first time jitters. Not that deep.”

“But it’s not first time. It’s like, maybe…thirteenth time jitters—So my friend told me to ask someone to help me…and she said you—which is why I said your name earlier and why I’m here right now.” The moment the explanation left your mouth, you actually realised how stupid you sound and you’d never wanted to take back something more in your life.

Eren laughs, a deep sound that makes you sit up straight. “Alright, I’ll help you.” The chair creaks once more when he stands up and you shift further back onto his bed, back hitting the wall as he sits in front of you. It’s now that you realise how dark it is in the room, his green eyes seem to be more illuminated with the lack of light. “Have you only done first base?”

You nod your head slowly.

“Alright, kiss your hand, lemme see you.” Eren sits back and waits. You look up at him, confused.

“That--that’s so embarrassing—”

He shrugs and gestures towards your hand. You realise he’s not backing down so you bring the palm of your hand up to your face. You look at him once more, and realise his eyes are trained on your lips, not your face. Looking back down at your palm, you sigh and shake your head. “I can’t do it.”

Eren leans forward once more until his forehead brushes yours. “So you won’t freak out if I kiss you, right?”

You will. 

You definitely will.

But you exhale before shaking your head.

“Good.” Eren closes the gap between you, a soft peck of his lips against yours that had you melting underneath him. He pulls away fast to look at you, just to make sure everything is okay. “You’re so tense, [Name], relax.” 

You close your eyes, exhaling deeply to alleviate all tension from your body. Suddenly feeling a bit more confident, you lean in this time and his hand instantly comes up to slide against your cheek. His hands were so warm, the heat emitting from the skin of his palm had your body heating up with the want for more. Eren groans into your mouth when he feels your hand grip onto his shirt for more leverage.

The kiss is still a little awkward, he thinks, but it’s better than last time. He pulls away briefly to mumble against your lips. “Pretend I’m him, okay? Kiss me like you kiss him.” 

Him, refers to Floch obviously, and it gives you a bit more confidence if you pretend rather than allow your brain to comprehend the fact you’re kissing Eren Yeager. With that, you lean back in, your hands come off from his shirt to reach for his face, cupping his cheeks as you kiss him a little bit deeper. 

Eren smiles into the kiss, seeing you finally relaxed and lost all that tension from before. You’re not actually a bad kisser, he realises that once he feels your tongue slide against his bottom lip. But it’s a shame you’re kissing Eren, a natural tease. He doesn’t allow you to slide it in, instead, he slides his hands down to your waist to lift you off the bed into a laying position.

You open your eyes and gasp at the sudden switch in position, bracing your hands on his shoulders as he hovers over you. He doesn’t give you a second to breathe because his lips are back on yours. The kiss from this angle has your hands sliding from his shoulders to the back of his hair, scratching gently at the hairs on the back of his head. 

The loose hairs from his hair tickle your forehead when he tilts his head to the right, nose brushing against your own to angle your face to the perfect position. Your hand on his head goes higher until you accidentally brush against the point where his hair is tied up. You realise he’s not wearing a hairtie, instead tying his hair with his own hair in a make belief hair tie.

His hair falls over his face, making him pull away from the kiss to brush it away. You sit up on your shoulders and apologise before you take a moment to admire the view. Through the darkness of the room, there’s an obvious pink hue on his cheeks as he tries to fix his hair. 

Eren sighs when he realises he can’t retie it the way it was last time because of the darkness in the room, so he moves the hair from his face out of the way before leaning back down. “You still okay?”  He mumbles, waiting for the go-to before he kisses you again.

You nod your head a bit too fast and cringe at how eager you are to get his lips back on yours. Eren chuckles against your mouth, his lips creating some sort of vibration that goes straight down your spine, causing you to arch your back upwards to his chest slightly when he leads with his tongue this time.

You’d never been a huge fan of tongue kissing, mainly because Floch overdid it way too much—like he was trying to suffocate you with his tongue rather than kiss you. So, of course you were a bit hesitant when Eren led with his tongue this time, about to say something before you felt his tongue brush against yours, the flick of his tongue as he licks into your mouth all slow and sensual. 

It has a strange noise leaving your lips, one that you don’t realise you made until Eren groans, pushing a knee between your legs slightly to open them up for him more. His hand placed next to your head slides underneath your hair to lift your head up more while his other hand travels downwards to your waist.

The room is filled with sloppy kissing noises as well as the low hums coming from his mouth whenever you moan into the kiss. You could feel his fingerprints imprinting your skin, the heat of his fingers as they slipped underneath your shirt to slide against your waist. 

A part of you wants him to go further down. Wants him to touch you down there in the way you’ve craved all along, but you think it’s too early for that. 

You realise the difference between Floch and Eren, just from this kiss alone. Eren kisses with a purpose, a passion to make his partner melt underneath him and his touches. Floch kisses to prove a point, to assert his dominance and get you to sleep with him. His kisses were rough and way too sloppy for your liking.

You left Eren’s dorm that night, satisfied and a bit more confident. Next time you’re with Floch, you’ll tell him to be more gentle.

Let’s just hope he takes it the right way.

Eren hasn’t been in school all week. You thought maybe he’d been avoiding you, but you don’t think that small make out session last week was enough to scare him off.

Unless you were a really horrible kisser.

It had you overthinking all week, but then early this morning, around 4AM, you couldn’t sleep properly, so you trekked all the way downstairs to the kitchen to make a cup of coffee. If you were going to stay up, you might aswell do homework, right?

From the window in front of you, while you were washing a mug, you saw a coach bus pull outside the school. It was then you saw the entire basketball team exit the bus with their belongings that you remembered that Floch and Eren too had to leave the state for a tournament. Which explains the lack of Eren in school. You sigh in relief when you realise that he wasn’t actually avoiding you.

It was noisy outside. Their loud voices almost woke everybody up until their basketball coach screamed at them to shut up and enter the premises quietly. 

It was pretty easy to spot Eren, being one of the tallest members in the team and if you thought he looked tired normally, you weren’t ready for actual tired Eren. His walk was sluggish and slow, eyes could barely even open themselves to see where he was going. If it wasn’t for Armin helping him out, leading him away from the block you were in (Block A) to Block D, then you’re certain Eren would’ve fallen over. 

You saw Floch from the corner of your eye walking behind the rest of the team on his phone. You were about to drop the mug and go over to hug him or something, but you saw him smiling down at his phone and he entered Block C instead of Block A.

You spoke to Hitch that morning, telling her that Floch went to another Block at 4AM in the morning and was smiling down at his phone the entire time and she reassured you its probably nothing, despite having the feeling something was going on with him. It was odd enough he didn’t even tell you about this week long basketball tournament which as his girlfriend, you had a right to know; and now this? 

You shrugged it off, sending him a text to see when you can next link up with him. He responded two days later, which made you annoyed because you know damn well he ain’t that busy to ignore your texts for 2 whole days. But he said you could come over tonight.

Ever since your night with Eren, you were feeling much more confident about losing your virginity. Tonight was the night. You were sure of it. 

The second you stepped through the door, Floch was already on you. His hands on your hips as he made out with you a little too roughly. You had gotten used to it before, but since kissing Eren—you realised you don’t like this type of kissing.

“W-wait, Floch.” You have to push yourself away from his hard grip in order for him to stop. He’s panting, breathlessly, his chest heaving a bit too quickly for someone who’s only been kissing you for like what…30 seconds?

“What? What’s the matter?” He looks down at your hands as you place them on his shoulder, tracing your finger down his shirt slowly.

“How about…we take things slow? Yeah? Kiss me slowly, we have all the time in the world.” You had hoped you phrased it right, even dropping your voice to a mere whisper, hoping it came off as more seductive. 

Floch blinks at you a couple seconds, unsure if you’re trying to insult his kissing style. But he nods his head regardless. “Alright, slow right?” He drops his forehead against yours, looking down at you while he intertwines your fingers together.

“Mhm, slow.” You let go of his hands to wrap about his shoulders, leaning upwards to kiss him slowly. You kiss him like you had kissed Eren those nights ago, even picturing Eren’s soft lips against yours. Floch slides his hands underneath your thighs to pick you up and he slowly places you onto the couch, hovering over you as he leans down to your collarbone and kisses your neck.

You’re ready. You’re so ready. You’ve mentally prepared for this all week—

Floch shoves his hand down your leggings and presses a thumb against your clit a bit too quickly for your liking.

—you yelp and push him away gently, shaking your head. Floch looks up at you, with a raised brow and you take a moment before speaking. “Don’t just—do it so fast! Give me a warning, or something.”

“What, are you scared?” Floch places both hands beside your head, locking you in place underneath him on the couch. “Never been touched down there before? Right?”

Your eyebrows quiver as you look up at the boy, who looks like he wants to devour you, now knowing you’re a total untouched virgin. It’s different now. Before, he knew you were a virgin, but at least some girls had been fingered, or something. 

He figured out you were a virgin whenever he tried to fuck you but you always made excuses. He didn’t know why he chose you, but he’d always had a knack for these things—picking out the perfect girl to use—and now his suspicions have been confirmed.

Fuck, he was gonna have fun with you.

But it’s too soon. He doesn’t want to scare you away. So he sighs, leaning back onto the couch. You watch as he grabs the remote and turns the TV on. 

You can’t help but feel like you’ve disappointed him.

 “Floch?”

“Hm?” He hums, eyes focused on the TV, not even bothered to spare you a glance. Your frown deepens.

“Are you mad at me?” You sit up and move next to him, placing an arm on his shoulder to be as close to him as possible. Floch doesn’t respond, instead he just continues flicking through the channels. You let out a huff of defeat, realising you’re getting the famous silent treatment. Floch doesn’t stop you when you stand up from the couch and head straight out the door, feeling like a failure.

On your way out from his dorm, you’re about to head back to your own, until you take a moment and think. You want to please Floch, but he scares you—so maybe…if Eren (someone that makes you feel more relaxed and comfortable) teaches you again, then you’d be able to be more confident and will be able to please Floch.

Makes sense, right?

Yeah….

Your feet are moving towards the elevator and mindlessly head over towards Eren’s place. He won’t lie and say he wasn’t a bit surprised when he heard a knock on his door, and you were also surprised when you saw his room was filled with his friends. Eren was tall enough to reach the door, placing a hand atop the frame he looked down at you a little confused to see you here. “Hey, why didn’t you tell me you were coming?”

“I—uh, I don’t know. I just came here on impulse. But you’re busy…so I’ll come back later.” You were so ready to leave and go back home, but his hand reached out, stopping you before you could head any further into the hallway. 

“No—it’s fine. You can stay. As long as you don’t mind my loud ass friends.” He chuckles slowly, making you smile. 

As if to prove a point, one of said ‘loud’ friends screams, “IS THAT THE PIZZA GUY?”

Eren clicks his tongue before wrapping an arm around your shoulder, keeping you close to him as you enter his place. It looks much more different than the last time you saw it. Maybe because it was dark that time, but it seems bigger now. You recognise Armin, with earbuds in his ears, sitting on the far end of the couch, closing his eyes trying to drown out the noise of his friends.

You don’t blame him, you just entered and your ears are already bleeding internally. There’s loud music blasting from a tiny speaker sitting beside Connie’s feet. 

“Yeah, cause she definitely looks like the pizza guy.” Eren’s voice is laced with sarcasm as he brings you over towards the couch, patting the seat beside him.

 “She could be a pizza girl, dumbass.” Connie squints his eyes, rubs them a couple times before getting a better look at you. Connie winces when Eren smacks him on the head.

“She’s not a fucking pizza guy or girl.”

“Then who is she?!” You can’t help but fidget in your seat as Connie loudly debates your entire existence. You know he probably doesn’t mean much harm, afterall his eyes are red as hell so you think he’s under some sort of influence. But it still hurts that he doesn’t really remember you despite that altercation in the hallway last week. 

At the same time, it makes you feel at ease, knowing your existence isn’t important to guys like these, meaning you could stop feeling embarrassed over the situation last week. 

At least that’s some closure.

“I know her, she’s the girl we saw in the hallway, right?” Armin’s sweet voice speaks up, having heard the entire loud conversation through his earbuds. He might as well just remove them at this rate, they aren’t helping.

“I see a lot of girls in hallways, dude. You have to be more specific.” Connie reaches past Eren to tap at your shoulder. “What’s your name?”

You clear your throat. “It’s—”

“[Name], you don’t have to tell him if you don’t want to.” Eren is looking at you in a serious way, his face is slack like he’s not playing games.

“I appreciate your kindness, Eren,” You place your hand on his arm, “but you sorta just told him my name.” Your lips quirk up into a smile as you let out a breathless laugh at his failed attempt of keeping your identity hidden.

“So your name is [Name]. Why does that sound familiar?” Connie taps at his chin as he thinks, trying to figure out where he’s heard your name before.

“It might be because of Floch?” You question and there’s a part of you hoping that Floch even mentioned you to his friends the same way you mention him to yours. When Connie looks at you confused that you even brought up Floch to begin with, all hope is lost.

“Floch? Why would it be because of that dickhead?”

“She’s dating him, dude.” Eren cuts in and Connie’s eyes widen a bunch, his red eyes on display even more now.

“What?! He managed to get a girlfriend before me!?”

“I told you, it’s cause of that haircut.” Eren tugs at Connie’s short hair and Connie is quick to slap his hands away.

“Fuck you. My hair is perfect. Floch on the other hand—what the hell!? How did he manage to date you?!” Connie makes an overexaggarated gesture at your body and you don’t know whether or not to be offended or flattered. 

“You don’t like Floch?” You meekly ask and everyone in the room groans, including Armin which says a lot. 

“Fuck no, man. He’s always ruining shit for us.” Eren clicks his tongue as he remembers the amount of times they’ve been so close to disqualification because Floch always played too rough with the other team on the court. All the times Floch would snitch to the coach that Connie was hiding weed in his locker. You listen with wide eyes to each of their stories, surprised that even Armin had his own sort of hatred towards the redhaired. 

Connie eventually turned the music down, making Armin relieved as  he went over to the kitchen to make something to eat since the pizza guy had gotten lost and refunded them the food. It was a disappointment because Connie read online somewhere that eating pizza while high was a whole different experience. 

(You thought it was bullshit but didn’t want to crush his dreams).

You initially had ended up going there to ask Eren to help you out with Floch, but the more time you spent with him and his friends, it made you realise you just enjoyed the company instead. It was getting late outside, the sun finally setting and the moon taking over. 

Connie left, leaving Eren’s place a total mess. Armin was staying over that night to help Eren clean up the mess that Connie left.

“Do you want me to walk you back?” Eren asks as he followed you to the door to collect your jacket. Your arm froze in midair as you heard him ask the question. It caught you a bit off guard. Though you were having so much fun today with Eren, it was with multiple people. Being alone with him, the thought alone just makes you nervous.

“No, it’s alright! I’m okay.” You give him the warmest of smiles you could make as you tug your arm through your jacket sleeves. 

Eren leans back against the wall as he watches you zip up your jacket, thinking it’s a bit cute how the jacket looked a bit too big on you, how it looked too puffy and how it looked like it was about to swallow you whole.

“You sure?” 

“I’m sure—”

“Too bad, c’mon.” His arm is back around your back, ushering you away from the door, telling Armin he’d be right back.

“So, any reason why you magically showed up at my door earlier?” Eren brings up the moment you bring out your keys to open your dorm. 

“Well—” You turn to face him as he’s leaning against your door. “It was about Floch.”

“What about him?”

“He—I don’t know. He just made me uncomfortable…and I didn’t know if I was supposed to feel that way. Then he got mad at me because I chickened out again, gave me the silent treatment, and shit—”

Eren can’t help but love the way you speak, you’re so animated even when you’re talking about something upsetting. The keys jingle everytime you make a movement with your hands as you speak and it's not until you look up at him, awaiting a response , that he snaps back to reality.

“He made you uncomfortable?” You nod your head. “Shit, did he hurt you or—”

“No, no! He didn’t, he wouldn’t do that to me.” You say sheepishly, scratching the back of your head. “He just went way too fast for me and I liked it…slow…like with you.”

“Oh? You liked it when I kissed you?” 

You can see the grin forming on his face, that sneaky little—

“Don’t flatter yourself, Eren. I barely even remembered the kiss.” You hold your head up high, trying your hardest not to crumble underneath his heavy gaze as he lifts himself up from his leaning position to stand in front of you. You feel so small as he hovers atop of you, caging you in between his arms and you’re forced to look up at him.

“Can I remind you?” Eren carefully studies your face, looking for any signs that you’re uncomfortable. He can’t seem to find any, especially when you slowly nod your head. Leaning down, he captures your lips in his, using his grip on your chin to lift you up, making it easier for him.

You reach behind you for the doorknob, gripping onto it and struggling to open the door because Eren’s kisses were already turning you to mush. As if he could tell you were struggling, he reached down, using his bigger hand to completely cover your own before twisting the doorknob. 

You stumble backwards into your place and Eren follows you, kicking the door shut before pressing you up against the wall. You moan when he breaks the kiss, the ticklish feeling on your skin when he moves his face down to your neck. His lips gently graze your skin, searching for the right spot before leaving soft kisses along the column of your throat.

“Eren,” You squeeze at his hair, tugging it hard, eliciting a groan from his lips.

“Yeah? What’s wrong?” He pulls away from your neck, kissing his way up to your lips. His hands holding you up graze your thighs, squeezing them in his grip when you lean forward to kiss him again.

“Couch, please.” You struggle to let the words out, your mind is too foggy, too filled with Eren. He heads down your hallway, placing you gently on the couch before tugging your ankles towards him and opens your legs wide enough to slip his body through your waist and you wrap your legs around his hips, pulling him flush towards your body.

“You okay?” He presses a soft kiss along your neck, pulling a shiver from you, “want anything?”

You unglue your tongue from where it’s been sitting at the roof of your mouth and peek over at him. “What do you mean?”

“I’m your teacher, aren’t I?” Eren hums, keeping his gaze directly on your face while his hand down south gets to moving, tugging at the hem of your shirt and slipping his fingers past to graze your skin. “What do you wanna know?”

“Uhhh—” You let out a shaky exhale when you feel him drum his fingers along the skin of your waist. He bends down to kiss your neck, sucking the skin hard enough you can practically feel the blood rushing to the surface. “God—Eren—” You throw your head back when his tongue darts out to lick just under your jawline, your pulse pulsates on his tongue and he bites down.

“You wanna go to second base?” He mutters along your neck, pressing soft kisses along the skin.

You nod your head and feel Eren’s lips curl up into a smirk when his fingers slowly head down south towards your leggings. Eren remembers what you said earlier, about how Floch went too fast and it made uou uncomfortable. “This okay?” He asks as his fingers hover over the hem of your leggings, hooking a finger through as he waits for the okay.

“Yeah, it’s okay.”

At the confirmation, Eren slowly pulls your leggings down and you shiver when your legs get exposed to the cool air in the room. He bends back down to kiss you, distracting you from where his hands are going and you loop your arms around his shoulders to kiss him better. 

You almost don’t realise his fingers slipping past your panties until you feel them get hooked to the side, exposing your cunt to the cold air. His index finger sensually grazes your clit, rubbing it in slow circles and applying just the right amount of pressure to have you moaning into the kiss.

“That feels okay?” Eren lets his eyes linger along your eyes, continuing his movements when you nod your head and beg him to keep going. He leans down to your collarbone, placing soft pecks along it as his middle finger grazes your entrance. You squeeze your eyes shut when he slowly begins to penetrate it, moving his finger in and out at a slow pace to get you accustomed to the feeling.

You bite at your lip, curling your fingers tighter in the soft hairs  that grace Eren’s neck and you tug him back up to you for another passionate kiss. His tongue swiping against your bottom lip for access into your mouth. The second you let him in, he’s groaning into the kiss, thrusting his fingers a little faster and brings his thumb up to rub your clit.

“I’m cl—close, I think, ‘Ren.” You whisper, a string of spit connecting your mouth and his own. He grins and is quick to lap it up with his tongue and sucks on your bottom lip, sinking his teeth in before pulling away.

“Already?” Eren decides to add another finger and you almost scream at the stretch. He twists his fingers everytime he pulls them out, shoving them back in and grazes his fingers right against your sweet spot. You’d never actually managed to reach it yourself, so this was an entirely new feeling for you, gripping onto the back of his shirt, you squeal and tighten up. Your walls cling to the skin of his fingers and it makes Eren groan.

If you were squeezing the fuck outta his fingers, just imagine his dick. Fuck, he groans into your neck, applying more pressure onto your clit as he enjoys the feeing of you squirming beneath him, moaning into the shell of his ear as you struggle to suppress your voice when you feel your g-spot being stimulated from two fronts. “Ah, fuck, fuck! Ere—” You don’t even get to finish his name because he’s pressing his lips onto yours, shoving the length of his tongue to push your moans back down your throat. 

“You’re gonna wake up everyone,” Eren chuckles against your lips as he feels his fingers being soaked by your cum. Eren looks down to where his fingers are shoved deep inside you, taking a moment before he wriggles them out. You watch as he brings his fingers out and how they’re completely drenched in your moisture. 

Your eyes widen, lips parted in shock when he begins to lap up his fingers, closing his eyes to enjoy the taste of you better. Your throat feels dry as you watch him suck his own fingers. He peeks his eyes open and ushers his fingers to your mouth, shoving them inside your own and waits until you begin sucking at his fingers. 

It’s a little weird, tasting yourself plus his own saliva on his fingers, but the scene made you clench around nothing. You found it strangely hot.  When he pulls his fingers out, he wipes them against his trousers before sitting back against the couch, wrapping a hand around your waist, he tugs you up to his lap. “So how was that?” 

You brace your hands against his shoulders, pulling you as close to him as possible. “I loved it. Thank you, Eren.”

“It’s no problem.” He brings a hand to the back of your head, pushing you down to meet his lips in a soft kiss.

***

Eren sighs as he takes his jacket off, tossing it on his couch as he flops down next to Armin who was reading a book. “You stayed there a long time, it’s been like 30 minutes. Everything okay?”

“Yup.” Eren closes his eyes as he leans his head to rest on the back of the couch. Armin nods at his answer, flipping the page of his book before he remembers something. 

“Oh! I think your new friend forgot her phone.” Armin reaches inside his pocket, pulling out your phone. “I was cleaning Connie’s mess and saw it under one of the cushions.”

“Oh shit.” Eren takes the phone and examines it front to back. The lockscreen is a photo of you and Hitch, she’s doing a silly face at the camera and you’re doing a simple smile, one that he’s seen lots of times. It’s a cute photo, he thinks, the longer he stares at it. Infact, the longer he stares at you, he realises that you’re really attractive and it’s weird that he hasn’t seen you around school before. 

Eren doesn’t really like attention, which is ironic because he managed to befriend the loudest people in his school, Connie Springer and Jean Kirstein. Their presence is practically known everywhere because of their distinct voices. As much as he loves their company, he prefers being on the quiet end, another reason why he loves Armin so much.

No girl troubles, no drugs, no drama. 

But being friends with people like Connie and Jean, means they get a lot of girls. Eren has had his fair share of girls these past few years, not that he really enjoyed it that much. It’s gotten a bit repetitive and he hasn’t been sleeping around as often as his own friends, rather focusing on his education.

It wasn’t until his basketball coach had a meeting with the head of the school, telling him his grades were below par that he needed to step up. If he wanted to go pro, he at least needed an education, rather than just relying on his basketball skills alone. 

It’s been two months since he’d last slept with a girl, now trying his hardest to focus on school but the second you showed up last week, asking him to teach you how to have sex? It was weird, he was a little weirded out. But the stress of school was getting to him and it hit him that he needed some action.

Maybe that’ll get him back into the groove of things. 

So he accepted.

He still is a little shocked he’s never seen you around before. You’re really pretty first of all, and it’s surprising one of his friends hasn't tried moving to you yet. But at the same time, you’re not the most popular girl in school, you nor Hitch. You’re more on the academic side of things which sadly enough, doesn’t make you that known in school. To be known, you gotta be a cheerleader, or some sort of sports player. Eren can’t help but think it’s very cliche. 

He glances down at the phone once more and decides that he wants to meet up with you again. Maybe tomorrow, he’s going to spend his time to find you, use the phone as an excuse to talk to you again and maybe schedule your next ‘lesson’ together.

part two here