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#I'm totally sure they're just your roomate
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Your poets? Dead. Your history? Secret. Your darlings? Killed. You? Probably not straight
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colossal-fallout · 3 years
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Coming right up ❤️
Fem!Reader X Eren
Warnings: 18+ NSFW smut / slight angst / cheating
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Eren's brooding eyes snap towards his roomates bedroom door when he hears the muffled voices of you and your boyfriend. Your voices weren't quite yells - yet. But it was abundantly clear that there was almost certainly a storm brewing. Ignoring it, he returns his emerald greens onto the manga book he was reading, silently telling himself not to pry. This would be the fourth argument you two had this week - and it was only Wednesday. Over the course of the month...? He'd lost count.
He pushed away the irritation that began to claw under his skin. He'd always secretly had a thing for you and he seen that his douche bag of a roommate did not treat you as well as he should.
He leasuirely turns the page, his usual calm exterior hiding his frustration as sure enough, the volume of your voices begin to rise through the wood of the door.
He tries to ignore it, focusing on the magnificent art work that brought his pages to life. But he couldn't help but wonder in the back of his mind how much happier you'd be if you just left his ass and got together with himself.
When he hears your voice crack and an uncontrolled sob break through your lips, he leaps up with a sigh, scratching the back of his head and heading into his room. Hopefully by the time he has a shower and is dressed, the two of you would have hashed it out and made up.
Fat chance.
"You don't even have sex with me anymore..." He hears you cry tragically as he passes by the door to his room. "Do you think I'm ugly now...? I'm desperate here!"
His eyes widen and hands form into a fist, his entire body freezing at the sound of you sobbing those words.
Are you - no. Is he for real?! You're gorgeous. You're kind. Funny. Caring. Strong... What the fuck is wrong with him?!
He shakes his chestnut brown head and storms into his room, unintentionally slamming his door a lot louder than he'd meant to.
Eren takes his time in the shower - allowing the steam and hot water to relax him and refocus his mind. Really, it had nothing to do with him.
So why couldn't he shake you out of his mind?
He was relieved when he eventually got out, dried and dressed and he no longer heard the yelling. His eyes scanned the alarm clock next to his bed.
21:43
He'd been in the shower for a little over an hour. The warm water soaking into his skin and making it feel that extra bit soft. With a lazy yawn, he strolls to his door to pick up his book from the living room. He's surprised to see you sitting on the couch, alone reading his manga.
"Hey." He sounds, eyes wide as your beautiful form is melted onto the sofa.
"Oh, hey." You sit up nervously, placing his book down. "Sorry Eren, is this yours?"
"Where is he?" Eren asks, walking into the room.
"...I don't know." You mutter.
He could see that spark behind your eyes becoming extinguished due to that Jack ass and he wasn't going to just stand by and watch that happen.
He places his hands in this trouser pockets, leaning against the wall. His man bun a lot more loose than usual from his freshly washed hair; a couple of strands falling over his handsome face.
"You know... I think you're gorgeous." He admits without a care in the world.
You blink in surprise, not really knowing what to say. "I... Uh... Thank you, Eren. It means a lot."
"I know." He shrugs, slinking over to you and plonking himself down next to you, the weight of him making you sink slightly. "I couldn't help but hear you arguing. If you ask me..." He turns his head to look at you - his dark smouldering eyes peircing your very being. "He's an idiot."
Your cheeks begin to burn as you glance away shyly, your confidence well and truly in the back pocket of your boyfriend's jeans - wherever they may be or who's floor they're on right now.
He returns his gaze ahead, arms splaying over the back of the couch, his left arm over your shoulders but not touching you.
"I'm sorry you heard us arguing." You whisper.
"Doesn't bother me." He shrugs. "What bothers me is the burning question of why you're even still with him."
You don't answer. You don't have an answer. It's a question you'd asked yourself all too often.
Whatever shower gel Eren uses rolls off him into your nose. A mixture of spiced sandalwood with a hint of teatree maybe? Whatever it was, it combined with the warmth of his skin, blanketing you with such compassion you could almost feel his increased heart rate as his eyes slyly drink you in.
"I heard other things, too." He mutters, suddenly leaning his face close to yours with a smirk. "I can help you, if you want."
"H-help me?" You heart palpitates and butterflies flutter within you, his demeanor totally changing into something you'd never seen from him before.
"I can make you feel good." He explains with such simplicity, you were certain he couldn't possibly be taking about what you thought he was.
Your vacant expression forces him to spell it out for you.
With his large hand cupping your face , he brushes his lips against yours his eyes then scanning your orbs for any resistance. All he can see is how startled you are; wanting to kiss him but your conscience holding you back.
"Let me take care of you..." He reiterates, his hand now slowly moving up your thigh. "In more ways than one."
"E-eren..." You breathe, your logical thinking quickly being taken over by your now throbbing libido as this gorgeous man now gently slides his tongue into your mouth, catching your lips tenderly once he was fully inside.
He's beyond elated when you return his affections, your hands quickly finding their way to his hair; your breathing rate quickened yet heavy. His tongue caresses yours, swirling and entwining, his throat buzzing with a low, short moan.
It's a hurried kiss - your hands roaming each others face and hair with quick succession, your inhales and exhales pushing through your nostrils loudly, the both of you quickly becoming flustered.
Whether it were his alpha male DNA coming into play, or he got too fired up (maybe both) he ends up scooping you up with ease and carrying you, bridal style, into his bedroom. His lips never leave yours as he pushes the door closed with his foot behind hiny, reaching around and clicking the lock, before lowering you gently onto the bed.
He crawls over you, his breath heavy and eyes heavy lidded; his mouth finding its way to your neck and grazing it.
"Eren... I can't. It's not right..."
You hear yourself but it didn't feel like it was you saying those words, your body screaming at you to just shut the fuck up.
"I'm just showing you how you should be treated." He breathes, hand now roaming up your shirt. "You're not doing anything. It's all on me."
Your moan that escapes you as he pulls at your nipple pushes him on the verge of crazed lust, his lips returning to yours as he rolls your breast around in his large palm, squeezing and pulling. It had been so long since you'd been touched in this way, your body craved it so badly. You found yourself grinding against his thigh, your kisses now desperate as you tug at his hair.
Somewhere within enjoying his touches and kisses, he'd removed your pants. You weren't sure when, just one moment they were there, the next your legs were bare as his hand cups your crotch, your wetness soaking through the material of your panties.
"Eren..." You gasp, back arching at his warm skin - even through the material it felt so good.
His fingers hastily push them to the side with a groan, wanting nothing more than to have you fully. But he knew that wouldn't be possible. Not with the thought of him looming over you like a shadow.
You cry out a lot louder than expected when his long finger slides into you, followed by a second, his thumb circling your external magic spot as he continued to nuzzle into your neck; kissing, whispering and biting.
"Do my fingers feel good inside you?"
You nod, your grip on the sheets tightening, your legs tensing and releasing as he begins to wiggle his digits.
He'd spent many-a-night imagining you under him like this. His long cock was solid, and you could feel his yearning for you pressing tightly against your thigh.
Your body is on fire as he works you, picking up speed as your insides suck him in, caressing him and begging for more.
"You're so fucking gorgeous..." He hums, now looking down into your eyes. "Fuck... You've got me so hard."
You whine loudly at his words, back arching and nails digging deeper into his matress. Your face is burning, boardering on hysterical as your untouched sex is so lovingly caressed.
"yes, Eren... It's so good..." You sob, your mouth hanging open and your eyes clasping closed. "Ah~ Ah~~!"
"Fuck..." He marvels, watching you squirm at his charity.
"I'm going to... Already..." You warn, feeling suddenly full as the pleasure begins to get too intense.
"yes, cum baby..." He smiles softly yet devishly, his pace getting faster.
Your silent scream confirms your climax, your back springing and your insides clamping down, sprinkling his palm with your water as you swirl right down the drain and into the palm of Eren Yeager.
He watches you in sheer awe as you come undone, unweaving and unravelling at his mercy. Squirming and trembling, your body now under his control during those few seconds of unrestricted ecstasy.
You expected to be riddled with guilt when you'd come back to earth. But strangely you didn't. It felt... Right.
"Do you feel better?" He mutters, his mouth caressing your shoulder.
You nod, speachless.
He removes his fingers reluctantly; placing them on his flat tongue. "You taste good too." His tone has a bitter sting to it, you're perfect, just like he'd always thought.
"Be with me. Leave him." He states. "You deserve so much better. I want to be the one who takes care of you."
You think about it for a moment. It makes so much sense to do so. But well, y/n... Whether you take him up on his offer or not - it's up to you.
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