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bunnysuit-femboy · 2 years

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Lookalike - Pieck

(Pieck x Reader) - Word Count: 1.9k

Creature: mythological beings capable of therianthropy, changing from seal to human form by shedding their skin

Warnings: Con-Noncon (human guise), Thigh-Riding, Slight Degradation, Unintentional Cheating

Extra Notes: Next up for Halloween we have some spooky Pieck Finger!

The walk through the woods was lonely since nobody wanted to join you in going night-swimming. You were camping with your entire friend group - all seven of them - and not a single one of them cared about going swimming with you. You were certain all of your friends were boring for not joining you, including your boring ass girlfriend who declined the offer as well.

At least she did it nicely, you hated to admit, Pieck basically coddled you before declining the offer whereas the rest of your friends didn’t care so much about your emotions. Mikasa said no before you even had the full question out of your mouth, and Sasha and Connie admitted the s’mores they were making were more important. Armin just shrugged without giving you a solid answer, but Eren declined for both of them. Which at that point only left Jean’s answer, but he seemed to be avoiding you to get away from breaking your heart.

So now you walk alone on the dirt path through the woods, searching for the lake your friends had pointed you into the direction of. It would be easier if they could’ve just shown you where the water is considering they were the ones who discovered it earlier. You were too headstrong to head back now, you knew if you had to use their help, you’d rather just admit defeat and stay with them by the fire instead.

But, lucky for your swimsuit, you hated admitting defeat.

You finally found the lake only a few minutes after some whispered cursing and lighthearted wishes of your friend’s downfalls. The full moon hung high in the sky and reflected nicely over the surface of the water, rippling along with the light lake’s light waves. The sight was beautiful, well worth the ten minute terrifyingly lonely walk through the dark woods.

Once you had stepped onto the sand surrounding the lake, you reached down to slip your sandals from your feet before taking off the outer layer of your clothes. You let your soft shorts fall down your legs and to the sand below you with one solid push, and then you pull your shirt over your head and let it fall beside your shorts and shoes.

Now that you were standing by yourself on the shore of Titan Lake, you wondered why exactly you were even wearing a swimsuit. It wasn’t like anyone joined you and would be uncomfortable by your naked body, you were completely by yourself out here - and even a solid ten minute walk from everyone else. Nobody would happen upon you skinny dipping, if you were to do so, so why not?

You unclasped the back of your bikini top and let the fall on top of your other discarded clothing. With your chest out and glowing due to the moon’s beautiful silver shine, you felt confident enough in your decision to let your bikini bottoms follow suit of your top.

You walked slowly into the water, feeling magical. You understood now all of those stories of witches who used to dance naked around the forest at night, if given the opportunity, you were now sure you’d join them. Being naked underneath the night sky made your confidence peak.

The water felt like ice against your body, but you suffered through until the surface was up to your shoulders, covering your entire body. Chills spread across your skin as your body numbed to the temperature of the water, making you feel a comfortable middle - neither warm nor cold.

You were so distracted by the cold water and the new feeling across your body that you nearly missed the sound of leaves rustling along the shore of the lake. You quickly threw your hands over your body as if the person could even see that you were naked - and even if they could, your hands couldn’t cover enough of your body for you to feel decent about it.

“Who’s there?” You yelled from the water, suddenly feeling very vulnerable and very scared at the same time. The air had suddenly gotten colder, the breeze now sending stronger ripples through the water surface of the lake. You felt like the final girl in every horror movie you had ever seen; scared, alone, and the final target for some deranged psychopath.

“Don’t worry,” a familiar soft voice said as a silhouette you’d recognize anywhere came out from behind the trees and into the moonlight. “It’s just me.”

You took a deep breath of relief, “Thank god, Pieck. You scared the shit out of me, I thought you were-” You suddenly noticed something very odd about your girlfriend, her silhouette was something only you’d recognize considering you’re the only person who sees her in such a way- “Why are you naked?”

Pieck raised her eyebrows with a light grin, “Why are you naked?”

Your face felt hot as your hands grabbed at your bare body once again. She had seen you naked thousands of times over the years, so you weren’t sure why you felt so uncomfortable under her gaze. It embarrassed you for your girlfriend to see you in this vulnerable state.

“I didn’t realize you could see me,” You whispered mostly to yourself.

Pieck giggled as she came into the lake towards you. The water moved around her as if it were hugging her from all around, it seemed to invite her in as if she were made of water herself. Pieck glowed under the moonlight, it was like she was made just to be standing here, in this specific lake, under this specific moon, on this specific night.

“Hello,” Pieck spoke with a light smile across her lips. “Fancy seeing you here.”

You tilted your head towards your girlfriend, “Yeah, I was actually thinking the same thing about you.” She raised her eyebrows at you curiously. “You said you didn’t feel like joining me in swimming tonight.”

“Right,” Pieck spoke slowly and carefully, “I, uhm, I didn’t want the others to think we were sneaking away to do-” She took a brief pause, the gears in her head turning quickly- “To do dirty stuff.”

“Yeah.” You giggled lightly to yourself as you reached forward to gracefully touch Pieck’s arm. “Nice thinking.”

Pieck’s long black hair looked as if every individual strand were made of silk - and you made a mental note to ask her later about what conditioner she used. If you hadn't just watched her walk into the water after you, you would’ve been certain she had dipped her hair in the lake before you’d gotten here. Under the moon’s light, her hair looked wet with strands of silver poking through the black.

You reached out to touch her hair because you desperately wanted to see if it felt how it looked. Much to your surprise, her hair felt normal - but it still looked fantastic.

“Baby,” You whispered to your girlfriend as you took a step towards her in the water, closing the space between your bodies. You were close enough now that you could feel her chest against your own, a familiar sensation that always turned you on, you loved feeling her tits against your body. “I’m really glad you came out here with me after all.”

Pieck brought her lips towards your own, only stopping an inch away from your mouth, “Me too.”

You curled your fingers into her hair and moved them around to the back of her head. You used your hand’s new placement to bring Pieck’s face closer to your own, pressing your lips together gently. You’ve kissed this girl thousands of times, but this kiss felt new - her lips tasted salty, like the ocean.

You pressed your body closer to your girlfriend’s until you could feel every inch of her against your skin. Her arms circled around your body as you squeezed your leg between her own. You brought your thigh up, a move you had done a thousand times to her, but she still breathed as if it were the first.

“Are you okay, baby?” You whispered under your breath to Pieck, and all she could do was nod and moan against your mouth in response.

You felt as Pieck moved her hips against your thigh, fucking herself on your leg. You felt your girlfriend rub her clit on your body, using you as if you were an object created simply just to pleasure her. You had to admit you always liked being on this side of the arrangement, listening to Pieck whine and moan into your neck as she grinded on your thigh drove you insane.

She dug her fingers into your back, pulling your body closer to her. You could feel her unraveling against you and her nails feeling desperate as they dug into your skin. Her moans were all you could hear, you couldn’t even hear your own voice when you whispered to Pieck.

“Are you close, baby?” You said sweetly into her ear.

Pieck nodded frantically and spoke breathily, “Yes, yeah yeah.”

You brought your lips back to Pieck’s lips, kissing her passionately as her body convulsed on top of you. You felt her legs shake with pleasure as her moans came out in a finishing squeal. Her lips seemed to give up on kissing you, only focusing on the pleasure coming from between her legs instead.

“Are you okay?” You asked sweetly, running your hand gently over her hair.

“Yes, I am.” Pieck nodded lazily and then leaned back to make eye contact with you. “Thank you.”

You giggled, “You don’t - that’s so weird, please don’t say-”

Pieck glanced quickly at the moon, her eyes widened as she pushed away from your body, “I’m sorry, I have to go.”

“Pieck, baby, what? Where?”

Your girlfriend moved quickly from the water, and where the resistance of the lake held you back, it didn’t seem to have the same effect on her. By the time your feet had made it out of the water and making deep footprints in the sand, Pieck was gone. You looked around for her frantically, but with no luck, she wasn’t anywhere to be found - she wasn’t on the shore, she wasn’t in between the trees, and she wasn’t making her way down the path back to the campsite.

You quickly grabbed your clothes and shoes, only throwing on your sandals, shirt, and shorts in a moment of haste. You ran down the woodsy and dark path back to the campsite, hoping to get to your friends quickly in order to find wherever Pieck had disappeared off to. The soles of your sandals slapped against the bottom of your feet, creating the only sound you could hear - not even an owl cooing or a leaf rustling could be heard.

Once you made it back to the campsite, you stopped in front of the fire you had left your friends around. They all ate s’mores and made jokes and laughed with each other, taking a few minutes to even notice you standing there. Your friends looked between each other and then back at you, confused about why you were acting so weird.

Of course they wouldn’t get it. They weren’t in that lake with Pieck, they didn’t watch her run off into the woods naked and wet and alone. They didn’t run back to the campsite as quickly as possible, preparing to beg them to search the woods for her. So, of course they wouldn’t get how terrified you were to see Pieck in front of you.

She looked beautiful in the moonlight, just different, familiar. This is Pieck. Whatever you had been with was not. They only looked the same in the moment, but now you were sure. This is the real Pieck, this is your girlfriend.

“What the fuck?” You whispered mostly to yourself.

Pieck stood up from her chair, completely discarding her s’more to the ground, “Are you okay, honey?”

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daisynik7 · 4 months

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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!

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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.

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nadiahshaven · 8 months

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𝘸𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯．

𖦹 summary: you and connie at a party, and he gotta correct your smart mouth.

𖦹 content: connie x f!reader. reader is black-coded. mention of connie being a drug dealer. pieck is a fruit feen. choking. slight nsfw mention. connie fine ass got a thumb ring. cant think of nothing else.

𖦹 word count: 851.

authors note: this was jus sumn i wrote up quick asf bc i wanna update real bad LOL. lmk if yall want an extended smut ver. enjoy!

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you knew connie, and you knew he wasn’t the type to let up on you when you acted out. whether it was because you couldn’t watch your mouth, or because you simply forgot who you were dealing with, your dope boy was there to reel you back in every time.

“watch that mouth, ma.”

“keep fuckin’ playin wit’ me, (y/n), and i’ma give ya’ ass exactly what’chu lookin’ fa’.”

never was this more apparent than the night you had the audacity to try and push your luck in front of your best friend.

you and connie got invited to a kickback at his best friend, ony’s house. ony was the easygoing, fun kind of dude that perfectly balanced out connie’s sort of reserved personality. any time connie was out, you knew he was with ony. any time there was a party of any kind, you knew ony was hosting.

the two of you walked into the loud party, scrunching your faces up a bit in unison at the intensity of the bass of future’s ‘march madness’ blasting throughout the house. you kind of expected the volume, due to the fact that you heard the music while you were outside. it didn’t help that everyone was singing the lyrics with their entire chest, either.

pushing through the crowd to get to some sort of rest spot, ony caught you two.

“aye!” he yelled, catching you and connie’s attention.

connie walked you two over, hand on your waist so he wouldn’t lose you, over to the drink table where ony was previously mingling with some other guys.

“you got this shit jumpin’, ony!” you chuckled, voice raised a bit higher over the music.

“it’s what i dooo.” ony shrugged, pearly whites on full display as a smile painted his dark, plump lips. “i’m jus’ that nigga.”

“yea’, yea.” connie intervened. “i can’t wait for the day you throw a jaint and nobody show up fa’ ya’ ass.”

“never gon’ happen.” ony simply said.

before connie could give a very aggressive rebuttal, you peeped your own best friend, pieck, over in the kitchen snacking on fruit that she knew was supposed to go into the punch. you decided it’d be best to leave ony and connie to their madness in favor of making your way over to her, strike up some conversation.

“pieckkk!” you opened your arms, barreling toward her in a hug. due to her scrolling on her phone while eating the fruit, she didn’t notice you were about to tackle her, until you did. she engulfed you back into the same, tight, hug you gave her.

“my heartyy-“ pieck smiled, leaving a quick smack on your plump ass as you two pulled away from the hug, to which you chuckled in response. “bitch, yo’ ass look good as fuck in’nat dress. how connie ain’t act up?”

“girl, i don’t know.” you rolled your eyes. “he choose when to appreciate me.”

pieck snickered, going back to eating the fruit she was almost done with at this point. you and pieck engaged in catching up with each-other. ranging from talking about your relationships, to simply rating people’s fits that you saw around the party.

you didn’t realize how much time passed, and a hand snaked around your waist— which caught you off guard. before you could turn around to flip out, a familiar, silver thumb ring with your initials engraved into it grabbed your eye. it was connie, and by the look in his eye when you turned your head towards him, he was ready to leave.

you ignored it though, given you were in the middle of a conversation with your best friend.

“mami.” connie called you.

“what, connie?” you responded, with a bit more attitude in your voice. he decided to give you this one pass, because he did kind of interrupt you in the middle of a sentence.

“i’m ready to leave.”

“you gon’ have to wait.”

pieck tried to pretend she was minding her business, starting to scroll through nothing on her phone.

“(y/n), i don’t got time for the bullshit. let’s go.” connie put a bit more firmness to his voice. this is where you would usually oblige, but you wanted to see how far you could go in public. he wouldn’t do much in front of all of these people, right?

“like i said,” you mistakenly repeated, with your back still turned to him. “you gon’ have to wai—“

you couldn’t finish your sentence before he grabbed you by your throat from behind you, leaning down to your ear.

“let me have ta’ repeat myself for a third time, and watch how fast i put’cho ass over my shoulder.”

you couldn’t respond, for the simple fact that you knew anything you were gonna say, would not help your case. so, he continued.

“bein’ hardheaded won’t get’chu nowhere except on ya’ knees, ma. now lem’me make sure you hear me loud ‘nd clear when i say this.” his lips were tickling the outside of your ear, making your body hotter than you wanted it to.

“we leavin’.”

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continuation -> good girl

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mochimooon · 6 months

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DTF Only (Girl Dinner) - jean kirstein x reader 18+

pairing: Jean Kirstein x afab! Reader summary: It's Hump-Day and your latest match, Jean wants to wine and dine you. word count: 4k+ notes: Part 5 of DTF Only. My fav, Jean's turn 😊💗 Indented text refers to Reader's messages. warnings: smut, explicit content, explicit language, dirty talk, alcohol consumption, oral sex (f! receiving), vaginal sex ☻ masterpost☻

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+ !!

Hey! :) You’ve got a pretty smile. How’s your week going?

Tinder has quickly become part of your daily routine. At night, you fall asleep swiping. In the morning, you catch up on new messages as you pour a cup of coffee.

The man—a gorgeous man—behind the latest message stirs your sleepy mind wide awake.

A handsome face with an equally handsome smile, a jaw framed with a dusting of scruff that adds a rugged touch to his refined beauty.

Jean’s a year older than you are, works in property management, loves to travel, and he’s open to anything. Friendships, hook-ups, long-term commitments. Vague.

Scrolling through his photos, you pause on a group picture. He towers over everyone in the frame, and you notice his height is left out of the bio, letting the pictures speak for themselves. Given the apparent stature, your imagination runs wild…

He looks great in every single picture, whether in a suit or dressed casually, Jean’s confidence is effortless through the screen. He even snuck in a shirtless photo of him by the pool, and you’re not disappointed in how he looks in those swim trunks. Good boy…

You are shooting your shot here and now.

Week has been interesting so far lol Are you a local or in town for a visit?

His response is immediate.

Local ;) Can I take you to dinner tonight? There’s a new spot I think we should check out.

Another date. It would be a sin to say no.

7pm works best for me. Where’s this spot?

…

“Ohhhhh….he’s…good job…”

After sending a picture of Jean to the group chat, Pieck is at a loss for words on the phone call.

Even Ymir gives her own seal of approval. “Alright, so far, he’s more your type. Tall, classic pretty boy. Unlike that doofus from the other night.”

“Cory?” Pieck says.

You sigh, looking out the car window, the cityscape shrinking away. “Connie was not a doofus, he was fun!”

Ymir scoffs on the other line. “Whatever, this Jean dude gets points for wanting to take you on a proper date. He’s already trying to impress you, and you know what that means…” Her voice channels into a devilish tease. “He might take you to a fancy hotel, pop some bubbly, and then chase it down with…”

Being the freak that you are, your thighs clench together. You dart a look at the rearview mirror, hoping that your Uber driver hasn’t taken notice.

“We’ll see. I might not take it that far tonight.”

Laughter fills your ear. Pieck and Ymir don’t take you seriously.

“Don’t stop now,” Pieck says. “Ymir’s right, Jean looks promising. It could lead to something more.”

You frown. “I’m not looking for anything serious.”

Ymir clicks her tongue. “Keep it open-ended. If this guy wants to spoil you with dinner and fuck you, then you’ve struck Tinder gold.”

“I thought the whole point was to explore?”

“That’s exactly what you’re doing,” Pieck says. “It’s how dating works, keeping your options open and enjoying the process, regardless of outcome. Ymir and I just want you to be happy.”

Ymir pipes up in agreement. “Yeah, we’ll always support you for hookering.”

You smirk, endeared by that sentiment.

The Uber pulls to a stop, and you end the call.

Despite the traffic in the city, you’ve made it to the restaurant five minutes early. You enter through the front, taking stock of the place.

It’s a coastal spot, offering outdoor dining that overlooks the ocean on a large patio.

You watch people saunter in and out, dressed much sharper than what you’d find at the local surf-n-turf. Even the host is dressed to impress, wearing a suit as he answers a call with polished etiquette.

When Jean had sent you the restaurant info, you had given it a onceover after searching it up. From the location and seafood fare, you knew it’d be fancy, the kind of place that serves top-shelf wine and scoring a reservation is akin to winning the lottery.

And as you soak in the venue, you’re doubly impressed. This place is fancy fancy.

Jean said he made reservations for 7pm under his name, but you’re unsure if you should check in or wait for him.

There’s no need. A minute after your arrival, you catch a smooth voice uttering your name.

Spinning on your heel, you struggle to keep from grinning ear to ear. You’ve been lucky all week and Jean’s no exception, outdoing his profile like a reverse Catfish.

Who were you kidding? Your friends were right not to take you seriously. You need to sleep with this man. His tall frame is poise as he steps forward, a beautiful smile widening. Light brown eyes sip in your appearance. You straighten your spine, discreetly jutting your chest out to appear graceful yet fuckable.

“Hi, it’s nice to meet you in person,” he laughs, a long arm wrapping around you gently.

You lean into the hug, senses drenched with his cologne. He’s dressed for the occasion, a clean-pressed, button-down shirt in navy, a matching blazer overtop. The top button is undone. You’re shameless, stealing a glance at the skin.

His eyes do another sweep, settling on your chest for a few seconds before snapping up to meet your eyes. “You look beautiful.”

“Thank you,” you say, coquettish as he extends his arm for you to take.

Together, you approach the host.

“Kirstein at seven,” Jean supplies.

A quick review from the host behind the counter and he smiles, grabbing menus. “This way.” Leading you both out to the patio for your table, he turns around. “Ever been to an oyster bar before?”

Jean gestures to you.

“First time.”

The host stops at a table near the center, a comfortable distance from the glass railing to take in the ocean view, but far enough that you won’t be freezing all night.

Jean pulls your chair out, taking his seat afterwards. The host briefs you two on the menu, and after explaining the wine selection, Jean orders a bottle for the table.

“The blue suits you,” you say, nodding. Under the glow of the string lights and heat-lamps, you can’t stop ogling him. “On theme for the evening.”

Jean unrolls the silverware from the cloth napkin, giving you a cheeky look. “Thank you. Glad you were free tonight. I know it’s kind of last minute, so I appreciate the flexibility. Didn’t want to miss out on a chance to see you.”

“How could I say no?” You bat your lashes. “Trying to be more spontaneous these days.”

Jean huffs an amused breath. “I can relate. It’s healthy to be spontaneous sometimes, breaks us out of routine.”

You hum in agreement. That’s something you’re quickly learning.

A waiter arrives, presenting the wine bottle Jean had ordered with the host. A white wine variety that that pairs well with shellfish. Neither of you waste too much time deciding on the menu, placing an order for their popular oysters. And the waiter disappears.

Jean reaches over, pouring wine into your glass. “Can I ask what brought you to Tinder?”

You lean your chin into your laced fingers, shrugging. “It was my friends’ idea. ‘You’re single, you should be out there exploring’.”

“A little peer-pressure is harmless,” Jean teases. “If not for them, we wouldn’t have matched.”

You laugh faintly. “I’ll thank them later. Besides, it’s become the new norm to meet people online. That’s why you’re on it, right?”

He flashes his teeth. “Yeah, it’s not as weird anymore as it once was. My friends, colleagues, almost everyone’s hopped on it. In the end it’s no different than meeting at the DMV or at a coffee shop.”

You smile. “Like a meet-cute?”

Jeans smile crinkles the corners of his eyes. “Is that what they call it when you meet offline?”

“Rom-com lingo. Meeting someone where you’d least expect to meet. I guess it can apply online too.”

“Are you looking for anything in particular?”

Aside from casual sex, nope.

Beyond that, you don’t know. You’re in a lull, still processing how to feel about your breakup. You suppose you could just say, you’re looking for a fling, but saying that aloud seems too bold, and if you’re being honest kills the mood. Sex is most rewarding through the art of seduction.

“I like to keep things open-ended, so whatever happens, I guess I’ll figure it out later.”

Jean nods. “Same here, I like to go with the flow, see where it leads.”

From the way his eyes dance from your lips to your chest, you don’t need him to clarify his answer. It’s staring right at you, six foot three with ash brown hair that graces his nape. You want to run your hand back there, maybe yank it a little.

Jean raises his glass, meeting your eyes. “Cheers to whatever happens.”

You exchange pleasantries, getting a better feel for each other. He talks about how he got into his field of work, and you explain what your days are like working from home.

It’s tame and safe…for now.

The tray of oysters is set down at the center of the table, arranged neatly.

“Glad you’re not picky about seafood,” Jean says.

“I like most but never had oysters. They don’t look as intimidating as I thought they’d be.”

Jean squeezes a lemon wedge over the spread. “I think you’ll like them.”

“I’ve heard it takes a special kind of palate to enjoy them.” You tilt your head, and his smile understands that you’re not talking about the shellfish.

“The texture takes some getting used to. But they’re a superfood. They’ve got protein, antioxidants, they boost energy.”

There’s a pause, a bold shift passing across the table.

“And a stimulant,” Jean finishes.

You hold Jean’s stare for a moment, reading where the line of small talk blurs. It’s a tempting lure, and you take the bait. “An aphrodisiac.”

There’s a glint in his eyes that reaches his pearly whites. “Exactly.”

You shiver, goosebumps coating your skin.

Jean looks to the plate of oysters, reaching for one. You do the same, tipping the shell up without breaking eye contact as the flesh disappears behind your lips.

The texture is a little off-putting, but you chew it enough to assess the briny taste. You swallow, puckering your mouth, reaching for your glass.

You wash the oyster down with white wine and sigh.

Jean’s stare flicks to your wine glass. “You got lipstick on it.”

You spare the glass a look, arching a brow. A distinct nude imprint is stained on the rim like a delicate kiss.

The corner of your mouth curls. “Guess that means I’ll have to redo it. It’s my favorite shade, but it’s not long-lasting. Rubs off too easily.”

“That right?” Jean purrs, a smirk ghosting his lips. “I thought the point of wearing lipstick was for it to get ruined.”

The brisk ocean air turns humid, leaving you breathless and setting your pulse aflame. You look forward to seeing where the night takes you.

A few more helpings of oysters (and a little more wine) later, the flirtatious back and forth darken to vulgar language whispered across the table and shameless eye-fucking.

“I want to feel you squeeze around my cock,” Jean intones, low and gravelly, and meant for your ears only.

You bite your lip, imagining how hard Jean must be right now. You shift in your seat, crossing your legs tighter under the table, but that doesn’t help at all. You’re so horny you want to crawl across and devour him.

The waiter returns, you and Jean doing your best to tone it down.

“Another bottle of wine for the table?”

“No, we’re fine, thank you,” Jean says, smooth like silk as if he wasn’t dirty-talking you just seconds ago.

“Can I get you two anything else?”

Beneath the table, you drag your foot up Jean’s leg, looking at the waiter with an innocent smile. Subtly, you bring the tip of your heel to nudge Jean’s muscled thigh. It’s subtle and secretive and gets the exact response you want from Jean.

He masks the hitch in his throat as a chuckle.

You can tell he’s losing his patience, unable to resist the crackling tension. His equilibrium hangs by a thread.

He addresses the waiter with an even tone, but you’re not deaf to the whisper of urgency behind his words.

“Just the bill.”

…

Jean white-knuckles the drive to his place. His other hand rests on your thigh, pressing his fingers into the flesh. Unable to control yourself, you take his hand to stroke along your face.

He flicks a glance from the road, caressing his thumb across your lip. You nibble his thumb, smiling around it when Jean groans.

It’s cute how riled up he’s gotten, and you can’t deny how much it turns you on.

You suck on his thumb, whirling your tongue around it. “Do you like this, Jean?”

Eyes trained on the road, Jean can only manage a strained hum. “Mhmm—”

It’s a rhetorical question, because you already know, and before you realize it, he’s pulled into a parking structure and kills the engine.

Jean all but grabs you from the car and tugs you up the elevator to his apartment. He bites back a displeased grunt, sliding his arm from your waist upon seeing a few people inside.

The other tenants give you both a brief onceover and turn away as they read the room, fraught with so much sexual tension.

Reaching the fifth floor, Jean’s hand squeezes yours as he politely excuses you both, wishing the other tenants a good night behind a strained smile.

It’s a short walk to his door. Jean’s keys scratch at the keyhole a few times, distracted to get it open. It’s not his fault your hands roam around his torso, mapping out the taut muscles beneath his shirt.

The door clicks open, and Jean drags you inside, whirling around.

Your back hits a wall, mouth seized in a fiery kiss. Reaching for his shirtfront you pry it open, popping a few buttons. Your fingers graze lines of chiseled muscle, fingers brushing against his nipples as you help him slide the shirt off.

Jean hisses into your mouth, taking hold of your thighs to lift you up. He’s on the move, deepening the kiss, kicking a different door open.

You land on your feet, and with enough willpower, you pull away for air. “Jean…”

Light brown eyes gloss over your face, rich like scotch. He’s so much bigger than you, can easily pick you up again and toss you to the bed. It’s an enthralling idea until a different thought crosses your mind.

“Jean.”

He hums against your pulse, peppering that spot with a few more kisses before he resurfaces. Anticipation hangs over the edge of his smile, eager for you to give him a signal.

You make a bold request. “Get on your knees.”

Surprise flickers along Jean’s brows, stretching to his hairline. But it’s replaced with brightened excitement. He kisses your cheek, then drops to floor, peering up at you, a dog waiting for a bone.

Despite the current dynamics, you feel a little timid then, wondering how far you can go with this.

Jean’s eyes flutter shut, melting at the feel of your nails carding through his hair.

“Does that feel good?” you ask in earnest.

Jean nods heavily, looking up with a lidded gaze. “Yes…”

You catch the slow bob of his Adam’s apple, and you lick your lips. “What about this?” You’re still testing the waters, reaching for the back of his skull. You tug his hair, pulling his head back.

“Yes…”

Shit. Jean’s so quick to yield to your touch, it makes your pussy throb.

Hiking up your dress, you throw a leg over his shoulder.

Jean’s eyes drown in the lace of your panties. “So fucking pretty…” he husks. He grabs onto your thigh, kissing your pussy through the fabric.

You moan, rewarding Jean with another comb through his hair. Nails dig a little deeper, again testing both his and your limits.

He sighs in bliss, pulling you closer to bury his face against your panties, kissing your clit, you nearly falter.

Jean’s mouth opens to slot over your pussy, licking the thin fabric for a taste of the slick that’s soaked through.

“Yes…just like that…” Your fingers massage Jean’s scalp, a command to continue.

“You taste phenomenal. I’ve been dying to have you like this all night.”

Moans float from your mouth and cascade to the floor; you can’t stop yourself from bucking your hips to match the rhythm of Jean’s mouth.

He pushes back, though his lips linger above your waistband, fingers hooking into the sides.

Your hand moves from his scalp to stroke his face, restoring his gaze.

He’s a man enchanted, face flushed, and pupils dilated. He’s absolutely pussy-drunk.

You thumb his swollen lips, stained with your lipstick. His mouth opens a little wider with a hunger that gnaws at your stomach.

You tug on his lower lip. “Use this.” You drop your hand, sliding your leg from his shoulder.

Jean’s quick to understand. He grabs your hips, fingers reaching to grope your ass as he takes the side of your underwear in his teeth. He drags it down, switching to the other side to do the same, eyes going skywards to ensure that he has your full attention.

It takes some time, but you’re grateful that Jean’s hasty. Any longer and you would have asked him to rip the lace. When they reach your knees, you and Jean lack any more patience. He pulls them off in one fell swoop of his hands.

Your leg comes astride his shoulder again, a sharp breath digging deep in your chest, fixating on the view below.

Jean’s eyes reach yours, his breath hot and humid against your pussy. “I’m gonna devour you.”

And he’s all in, tongue thrusting into you, nose nudging your clit.

You whimper, grabbing onto Jean’s hair for leverage, savoring the feel of his mouth. You’re so sensitive, already so close to the edge. Your body moves on its own, hips bucking to grind against Jean’s face.

He eats you out with desperation, hungry to please, as though he’s been waiting for this moment all night long. His fingers press into your hips, a beautiful, bruising pain.

He doesn’t stop to pull for air, nor does he resist your hand guiding him for deeper contact. It’s like there’s nowhere he’d rather be.

Gasps burst out of your mouth, aware of nothing else but Jean between your legs. Your mind is close to slipping away, but as you toe the edge of ecstasy, you release Jean’s hair to tap him urgently on the shoulder.

He draws away, slack-jawed, threads of drool and slick breaking apart.

“Bed,” you breathe. “On your back. I want to ride you.”

With that incentive, Jean’s on his feet one second, and plopped onto his bed the next. He’s so tall, he takes up most of the space. That doesn’t matter, however, as you crawl on top of him, taking his wrists and bounding them at the sides.

You inch closer to his face. Jean lifts his head to meet your lips. The kiss is hungrier than ever, and at the feel of Jean’s bulge between your legs, it’s clear that you both have starved long enough.

Pushing back, you slide off, searching the floor.

You swipe up your clutch, tossing it away a second later to flash the wrapped condom, ready to tear it open.

Jean props himself on his elbows, shaking his head. “It won’t fit.”

Your brain lags, at first, but lowering your gaze at Jean’s crotch, it dawns on you. Your finger hooks into the waistband of his underwear, drooling at the impossible to ignore outline of his cock.

Jean grabs something from the drawer of his nightstand. “Here.”

He hands you another condom—a more sizeable one.

You blink, taking it, and drag his boxers away.

Jean’s cock springs up, slapping your wrist.

It’s…big.

You stare, mouth agape, unsure if you want to suck him off or ride him.

“It’s waiting on you,” Jean rasps.

You look up to meet his smile, more humble than smug. He grabs hold of his cock, stroking along the skin, rubbing past the thick vein plunging down the base.

He takes your hand gently, guiding you to stroke him.

When he lets go, you’re stunned with how fucking heavy it is, mind spinning with how much it’ll stretch you out.

Not wasting anymore time, you tug on his boxers and pants. He lifts up, pushing them down to assist and he’s naked underneath you.

After sliding the condom on, you straddle his lap, ripping your dress off, giving Jean a moment to play with your tits and appraise your body.

“Stunning…” he purrs, the word scrapes against his throat.

“I’m going to ride you now Jean.”

He nods, hands on your hips. “Please do.”

You brace yourself with a deep inhale, still in awe as to how all this will fit inside you. Regardless, with the help of Jean’s large hands, you lift up, biting your lip as you slowly sink onto his cock.

The stretch is immediate, tender, and intoxicating. Still, you’re careful, taking your time, relishing in the feel of your pussy sucking him in, bit by bit.

You catch Jean watching his cock disappear inside of you, his mouth hanging open.

Sinking further, you gasp, already so full before you’ve taken all of him. It’s like time came to a still just for you to embrace the moment he’s fully sheathed inside of you.

Jean waits for a signal, patience stuttering from the twitch of his dick. He’s traveled so far into a trance, the only way for you to reach him is to move.

It’s a tentative start, a roll of your hips to ensure you still feel comfortable.

Jean hisses, squeezing your hips. A muscle ticks in his jaw and your pussy spasms. You’re done being cautious.

You lean forward, splaying your hands across his toned chest for support and bounce on his cock.

Jean lets out a choked moan.

You ride him, moving up and down, gasping from the stretch and slide of his dick against your walls. The momentum builds as your hips move faster.

Your thighs ache, and you fight against it. But your muscles cramp up for a bit, forcing your hands to slide forward from Jean’s chest to his shoulders.

His hands leave your hips, taking your wrists.

Your pace dials down, blinking in surprise when he wraps your hands around his neck.

“Make it tighter,” comes Jean’s ragged breath.

You apply pressure, stunned to feel the beating of his pulse quicken. You try to pull back, but Jean presses his hands over yours.

“A little harder.”

A low groan slips past Jean’s mouth, his Adam’s apple rolling against your palm. He gives you a delirious smile that curls down your spine.

He’s at your mercy. He wants to be at your mercy, and it ignites a new flame inside of you.

With a firm grasp on his neck, your tongue dives into his mouth.

“Touch me,” you say against his lips, building up speed again.

Jean’s thumb finds your clit, swallowing hard when you moan.

You don’t mean to squeeze harder, but Jean’s dick jolts anyway.

The momentum triples, your pussy tightens around Jean, and with another look at him—hooded eyes and gaping mouth—you cum, pleasure pulsating through every nerve.

Your orgasm loosens your hold on Jean’s neck, but you continue to ride it out, despite the trembling thighs.

Jean takes care of the rest, taking your hips to thrust into you, cock twitching and a satisfied moan echoing in your ears.

Your movements become meager, thighs cramped, energy drained. Jean’s cock softens, you fall to his chest, wiggling off his lap. He’s so big, your pussy feels hollow without it.

Jean heaves a deep breath, an arm snaking around your back. He reaches behind you to slip off the condom and tosses it aside.

Time moves again, your breathing evens out, head clearing that you’ve become aware of Jean’s fingers trailing up and down your spine.

You look up, exchanging a tired smile with his. “You like getting choked?”

His smile broadens, a blush paints his face. “Sometimes. I like it when a woman takes the reins.”

You huff a tired laugh, replaying the image of Jean moaning with your hands wrapped around his throat. You’re all for equal share in the bedroom, but sometimes a part of you burned to take the lead. Though you don’t mind the opposite either.

“And other times,” Jean continues, stroking up your back until his fingers tangle into your hair. It’s a gentle pull, though firm enough to drive his next point with a devilish look. “I like to have total control.”

A new fantasy pricks your mind, a visual of Jean standing before you with you on your knees. You swallow that thought for now, remembering Ymir’s words.

“Keep it open-ended.”

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Feel It In The Air Tonight

Pairings: Eren Yeager x Chubby!Fem!reader

Encapsulation: there's always someone to pick you up when you're feeling down, especially in college even through words on cards. In which, Eren plays the two card game with you

Warnings: fluff, talks of the Uni college experience, TikTok card game, pain splatter rage room, Starbucks drinks, eren being a little jealous but not over the top, hints of depression,hard times, etc., other talks of mental health, loving and healthy obsessed Eren, making out, touching, smut towards the end, Eren with a tongue piercing but it’s not highlighted like that because I’m a dumb bitch and forgot to punctuate it in this fic, tatted Eren, pussy eating Eren, squirting, exhibition, cumming over fingers, overstimulation, fingering, dirty talking, some of the cast appears here, modern day au, black reader ( not explicit), car sex, oral( f receiving), overall you two are in love

Word Count: 6.8k( I know I know, a lot)

18+ Babes Only

Ps: Eren may be ooc for some, dont really write for aot so this is me coming back into the fandom for a little while <3

( I'm so tired and I had to do this on two phones)

The void space clouding your head was too expensive to handle for your taste. The vision of a red door with words you heard in the past and up until now painted the door like the paint should be black instead. The only way to jump out of this disgusting vision was to walk to the door, opening the door to get to the bright side, but you couldn’t. Everytime you walked to the door, it felt like you were being pushed back.

With one heavy foot over the other one, you felt as if there was a 100lb dumbbell hanging onto your ankle, the feeling coiled up inside of you was tragic for both you and Eren. Eren wondered why you weren’t present in class for these past four days, he’s so used to you coming into the class, holding a fresh water bottle in your right hand while your phone and keys are in the left hand.

He always watched the door to see if you were gonna come in and he was curious as well as worried over the days you didn’t walk through the wooden door. Eren asked Mikasa and Jean if they’ve seen you and they’re answer was the same. He asked Zeke have you been to his psychology class and he said no but not without leaving a message to you in regards to his class “ if you do see yn, please make sure she’s ok first and tell her to get to class when and if she could, she’s missing out on a lot”.

Eren nodded his head before leaving the classroom only to bump into Armin with Sasha and Connie on his way out, “ Oh hey guys, you seen y/n around campus? Or did she go home because she’s not answering the phone?”

Sasha thought about it while Armin shook his head. Meanwhile Connie gave him a goofy grin, “ Did you even check her dorm, bro?” He placed an arm around Eren as they walked to the exit of the Housement building their reading comprehension class was in, “ You can’t honestly be that stupid, Eren.”

Eren snapped his fingers prior to running off to the building your dorm was in. He was so glad you didn’t choose a building that was far from the building with classes on the inside . He ran past Annie and Pieck bidding them hellos and goodbyes as quickly as he said it. He Slid in the elevator saying a few sentences to the two people that were already in the elevator: Reiner and Bertolt. After some time he finally made it to the opening of your dorm with the pleas and begs to be let into the dorm area by the front desk student employer and she let him since she had a crush on him once.

He only came to your dorm twice. One time for a school project and the second time for a place to chill and talk to each other. You two weren’t exactly in a relationship, yet. You both are in the talking stage so you didn’t really invite him to your room like that. Luckily he memorized the room number as he finally came to a stop in front of it: 313b.

Eren took a deep breath before knocking on the door. He waited for you to answer but you didn’t. He grew even more worried so he began banging on the door, calling out your name as well. Everyone on your floor could hear this commotion and you were embarrassed even if you were on the inside trudging to the door with your cover over your body. You could only imagine what people on your floor are thinking about this.

The banging got louder as you came to a stop in front of it, “ Go away, E’. Not in the mood for anything or anyone right now.” Eren placed his hand on the door while leaning his forehead against it. “ Come on, yn. Let me in. Look, I know you’re not in the mood right now but please can we just maybe sit in silence on the inside? I need to know if you’re okay.”

You huffed, “ You’re hearing me fine as of right now, E’, so I don’t understand why you need to know if I’m okay. I’m good.” You paused because you knew you were lying to him and yourself. “ Yeah I’m good, so please just go to your room and leave me be.”

“ Y/n, Listen I know everyone has days like this, so it’s up to their friend to make their days better. Please let me in?”, Eren says, jiggling the doorknob. “ Please, I wanna be close to you.” You hesitantly opened the door revealing Eren with his sleeve tattoos showing and his hair down in a middle part, some hair tucked behind his ear showing his beautiful jade eyes clearly.

Eren took in your look and wanted to hug you until he couldn't. Your cover covered most of your body but your hair was out of its bonnet, which was a huge no-no in his mind because you always wore a bonnet whenever you were comfy in your dorm room. So that’s how he knows you’re not okay.

You moved to the side and he came in sitting on your desk chair— spinning the chair to face your bed, “ Whenever you’re ready, you can talk. I’m listening while writing something down. We’re getting you out of this room whether you like it or not.” You couldn’t even argue because you were mentally drained. School fucking sucks the fun out of the college expeirence but no one talks about it.

Moving to the bed to plop down on your stomach felt so good, you just wanted to lay down all day and here he comes, demanding to take you out of it. Oh, how you wanted to curse him for life for disturbing your saddening peace.

30 seconds passed and all you could hear was Eren messing with your school materials bucket and your desk drawer— searching for index cards, “ Yes, finally found them.” He was mildly whispering and it was a little funny to you because he was never good at whispering even in your high school years.

The clock was turning and the sound of his writing was beauty to your ear drums. He was basically doing an asmr for you and you were almost falling asleep but the squeak of your desk chair pulled you out of you dozing off, making you roll your eyes.

After 30 minutes or so, you stopped hearing Eren writing and rocking back and forth in your chair. You could practically feel his jade green eyes digging into the back of your head as his breathing got more heavier. So, you decided to talk because the silence and the feeling of being stared at killed you, “ School.” Eren leaned forward with his elbows on his knees trying to hear you better. “ What about school? What’s going on?”

You sighed before turning over to face the ceiling with your arms around your comfort stuffie Armin brought you as a birthday gift. “ School has been so exhausting and I’m ready to quit, E’.” Eren moved his chair closer to the bed as you continued speaking, “ the work. The money. The food expenses. Everything. Yesterday I had to turn in a thirteen page essay about the 1916 project, then on top of that I have to battle with chem 101 work. Those fucking atomic theories and all that other annoying ass shit. The school lunch is horrible, don’t know how hard it is for a fucking college that we pay for to have a decent meal. I’m just … just so overwhelmed with everything.”

His heart felt heavy for you because he felt like this once too, he felt like it was the end of the world and there was no one who could pull him off the dark stairs he was walking down until you and his other friends opened the other door he didn’t even see when he was walking down blindly through the darkness. So he made it his duty and honor to do the same for everyone else, especially you.

“ E, I’m this close to dropping out and it’s sickening because my mother and father put everything into these past two years of college—I’m halfway there. Idkk… I just want to take a break for a little while.”, You say, finishing your little rant to him with a few silent tears down your beautiful eyes.

Eren learned to kiss your salty tears away, causing you to be taken by surprise. “ Can we do something really quick, I can’t say anything that can ease your mind so I’ll just let my actions keep your mind from walking through the darkness and overload that college has to offer right now for you.” He moved over to your desk in the computer-like chair to collect the index cards. “ I know you’ve seen this so many times so why not make it reality for you. Pick one.”

He held out two cars facing him with sticky notes blocking the view from behind to stop you from cheating while you picked the cards. Sniffling, you took the card on the right as he smiled at you knowing you’re gonna love it.

You turned the card over and cracked a hurt smile at the words on the card, “ 100 dollars?! Really, ren’.” He laughed with his head thrown back and his hair crowding his face, hiding his beautiful smile, “ Princess, you know that’s not the end of this and besides, even if you hate that it’s coming out of my pockets, I don’t care. You deserve it for existing.”

You couldn’t help but to smile behind your plushie you now held to block your face, “ You’re so irritating.” Eren smirked— running his fingers through his long, pretty healthy hair. Afterwards, he held up two new cards with a pink and blue sticky note on the back of them, “ Go on, baby. Pick one.”

Sitting up at the edge of the bed and in between his legs— almost, you picked the left card with the pink sticky note on the back. Turning it over, you gasped at the result, “ Starbucks, haven’t had that in forever.” You smiled sitting the card down. “ What does the other one say?” Eren grinned whilst flipping the card over to show you the writing, “ It was the bookstore shop, I know how much you love reading books so I wanted to take you.” He shoved the other cards into his black jacket pocket— standing up to walk to your closet. You were honestly glad you were this comfortable and secure with him, plus you didn’t have a Roommate so that’s maybe why you’re really at ease.

Eren brought out several clothes, tripping over your shoes spread out all over your floor when walking towards your bed. Throwing the clothes on the bed with the shoes he pulled from under your bed positioned below the outfit, “ Put these on, we’re gonna take your mind off this shit hole we're in, hope you’re ready. See you in 20 or maybe 30 depending on your time freshening up of course.

You watched him walk out the door, texting on his phone prior to laying back on the bed, kicking your feet and giggling in excitement. You needed this and you were gonna get it. Today is all about you, not school, not work. You.

After some time of cleaning yourself up, you managed to make it out to Eren’s car, hopping in. You two didn’t really talk in the car since you were still a little down from being dragged out here but grateful—nevertheless. He’s been trying to get you to talk but you only said about two or three words a sentence. Luckily it didn’t take that much time for you two to arrive at Starbucks.

You were about to open the door but he smacked your hand, giving you a pointed look. “ You know we don’t do that.” You had a little smile as he got out to walk to your side, opening the door with his beautiful smile on display, “ Your hand, mi lady.” Your smile widened a little when he kissed your hand as he grabbed it to help you into the car. He’s always been such a gentlemen with you and you loved it.

Eren interwined his hands with yours— walking into the Starbucks which was luckily almost empty. People were just sitting down and talking with their drink and little cake pops.

“ I either get my favorite or something elsee… You know I always have a hard time deciding what to get, there are too many good ones. What’s your favorite, E’?”, you say while looking at the menu, squinting a little. Eren was paying attention to you the entire time you were talking and you didn’t even notice. Do you ever? The answer is no.

Eren's eyes widened when he noticed you tilting your head whilst looking at him in confusion, “ What’s wrong, ren’? I asked you a question and you zoned out.” Eren cleared his throat prior to taking his eyes off you. “ Oh, my bad, babe. I like the salted caramel mocha with dark caramel foam, the foam adds so much to the drink. It’s really good.”

You hummed, turning back to the menu. Luckily a lightbulb came to your head— “ wait, I think I wanted to try one on my phone. Hold on.” You went to your photos and searched Starbucks in the search bar to find different varieties of drink mixes you wanted to try. You scrolled while Eren ordered his drink for Floch to take, he happens to be the cashier right now. Eren noticed the little looks floch snuck in as he was talking to him. He knew floch had a little crush on you ever since last year, so he gently put his hand behind your lower back, caressing it in the act of you're still searching in your phone.

Jealousy was a beautiful and ugly thing, right now it was beautiful on Eren. His jade green eyes were narrowed as he still spoke to floch with a now hard but mellow tone. Floch for sure took notice and almost smirked a little bit at how foolish he was acting, in his opinion. He thought you were always so sweet and pretty so why wouldn’t he fall for you at the same time as Eren trying to court you.

“ Okay, I got my order ready, floch? Wow I didn’t know you worked here. Nice to see you as well, but may I please get the - your choice- please?”, you asked as you told him the right ingredients for the drink you choose— afterwards. Floch loved hearing you speak to him so he was rushing to complete your drink even after you told him to take his time.

You turned to eren smiling, “ May I taste it? Here I’m gonna get another str-” eren held out his drink with a look that’s telling you he doesn’t care if it’s the same straw. You reluctantly took his drink and wrapped your two- toned pretty lips around the top drinking from it. It tasted so good in your mouth, you had to get this flavor again.

Eren was watching you with a dry mouth the entire time. He was such a fanboy for you and you weren’t even a superstar but to him, you were his superstar. God, did he sound so corny in his mind. He can’t help it around you. This was the best step, I mean you always shared chips or other snacks whereas when you two shared beverages you always did a waterfall or grabbed the nearest cup— rinsing it out.

Floch called your name as he flashed a smile at you to which you became very shy since the way he was staring at you was unusual. Floch was sometimes a cool guy in the past, you didn’t really talk to him to say the same now.

You grabbed your drink from Floch after giving Eren his back, “ Thank you, Floch. See you around.” Floch was smiling into space because when you grabbed your drink his hand touched your hand creating butterflies in his stomach. He couldn’t wait to ask you out, hopefully he will do it before Eren. That’s why he gave you a little surprise with your drink.

“ Can I taste yours? It looks too good to not ask, sorry.”, Eren says as he eyed your drink with a cute scrunched up face. He didn’t even know his face was scrunched up because he was too busy mad at what he’s seeing on your drink. You let out a small laugh, handing him your drink, oblivious to the small number on the receipt, placed on the Starbucks cup.

Eren held the door open with his back as each drink was held in each hand. You two walked out as Eren took a sip from your drink almost walking back to get his own from the way your drink tasted. He hurried and snatched the receipt off, ripping off the part where his number was displayed when you were looking around, always being aware of your surroundings. Eren turned to you and held out your drink with a little smirk displayed on his face. You raised your eyebrow, “ What did you do?”

He shrugged, “ Nothing, now come on, today’s not done. I’ve got a few ideas in mind.” You smiled as he opened the car door for you letting you get inside. He closed the door, walking to his side afterwards. He almost dropped his drink while getting into the car, making both of you panic because that was gonna be hard to clean up.

Eren sat his cup down into his cup holder anterior to him fishing for the cards in his jacket pocket, he held up the next two card with a orange and yellow sticky note in the back of it this time, “ Pick one.” You thought carefully afore picking the orange card with your eyes closed. Turning it over you were confused, “ What’s the paint job? Eren are you trying to t-”

Eren almost choked on his saliva laughing at your answer, after he got himself together he answered you, “ Not that kind of paint job, honey. It’s a place, you need to let out your frustrations and I think that’s a perfect method. Our rage room is closed for renovation right now so I was gonna have to go out of the city if you choose the yellow card. Not that I mind, get to spend more time with my girl.”

Your ears were heating up as you heard what he said ‘ his girl’. You loved the sound of that coming out of his pretty pink lips. You wouldn’t even mind giving him a paint job. You smiled at him, “ can’t wait to see this, never heard of that before.”

You two were talking during the car ride to the paint job. Most of the topics were about your friends and family having a fun time with your close friends. You two reminisce about upsetting Armin when you volunteered to help him bake just for it to turn into a disaster with flour everywhere and some of his backings burned — cough cough Eren’s fault.

When you two arrived the parking lot was semi-full and the place was huge and pretty on the outside, so you can just imagine the inside of it. On the outside, the paint job had a paint splat next to the name colored in light blue, the brick walls were colored light pink and the outline of the bay windows was light purple. Making this look like a doll house.

You looked up in awe while Eren looked at you the same way you looked at the building. “ This is so beautiful, I love the colors so much.” Eren chuckled at the warm energy coming from you, taking a look at the color of the place where everyone comes to rage while his hand rested over your back trying so desperately to not trail his hands, “ let’s go, baby doll. I got a feeling you’re going to have so much fun.”

Looking at him as he held your hand in one of his hands, opening the door with his free one, “ no we’re going to have fun. This is for both of us now. You didn’t think when I was at school that I didn’t see the stress in your eyes as you gave me that tired but still pretty ass smile. You need to have fun just as much as me, ren’.” Eren looked at you with wide eyes because no one else noticed the layers of stress developing in his eyes this past week, he always kept to himsel, just like someone you knew all too well.

Eren smiled at you with a real smile this time, eyes closed and all, “ You’re right, baby. We will enjoy this. I thank you for paying attention to that, I just don’t know how to openly talk about my struggles without getting too emotional. Don’t wanna seem like a pussy in front of you now, that wouldn’t be cool at all.” You scoff loudly at him, making sure he heard it before speaking, “ Boy, please don’t ever say that shit again, I don’t like when men do that. When you’re with me, you express every emotion and feeling you have inside of you.”

You grabbed his face pulling him close to yours just to look into his eyes, “ I’m gonna touch your face when I say this, Ren’, don’t you ever feel like you’re gonna be a pussy when you’re with me expressing yourself. It not only hurts you, it hurts me because I feel like you don’t trust me enough to show me your real emotions and feelings. I’m always here for you and I already can see that you’re here for me, you don’t gotta say it back to me because you showed me countless times. Okay? So stop that.”

Eren almost wanted to cry because his ex and father left him scarred so to hear this from the woman he loves even after the end of the world is very endearing. Eren looked at you with love laced in his eyes, “ {reader}, I lo-” a voice interrupted Eren’s confession, causing him to roll his eyes sighing loudly afterwards.

“ Hey, hey, ready to paint walls? That’s a double entendre by the way.”, Connie says coming down the hallway laughing and pointing at you and Eren. Eren almost smacked his head against the wall on the side of you two. For one, this lame joke and two for him not doing this outside that way Connie and everyone else wouldn’t even know that they were here.

“ Connie, I haven’t seen you in forever, how are you and the others?”, you asked as you went in for a hug and he gladly accepted it because he missed you just like the rest of them.

Connie pulled away and was about to answer you until you felt someone jump on your back screaming your name. Just by the faint smell of peaches, you knew it was Sasha, “ Sasha!! Oh wow, I missed you. All of you.”

You turned around with Sasha now off your back clinging to your right arm whereas eren clung to your left one. When you turned, you saw almost everyone here. Jean stepped up and smiled at you, “ We missed you too.”

Mikasa smirked at you and Eren. She shipped you two like you were a part of her favorite movie as a couple. She knew of Eren's feelings so she was happy at the little affection you two had going on, “ Don’t you ever leave us out again, {reader}. I was so concerned about why you aren’t showing up to class. We’re talking about it later.” Your close lip smile brought joy to everyone because they could see the shimmer of light slowly coming back into your eyes as you heard their voices.

Armin laughed, placing a hand on your shoulder whilst he was in front of you, “ Yeah, as I told you before, happiness is not about whether you can get a job or finish getting your degree, it’s about you. Happiness is about listening to yourself whether it’s your mind, body, or soul. Please take care of yourself, {reader}. You don’t deserve to suffer alone, we’re all gonna suffer with you just to pick you back up.”

You so badly wanted to cry because your heart was releasing the toxic gas of stubbornness and unhappiness as you looked around at your friends. Just seeing Annie, Pieck, Reiner, Bert., and of course you main 5 was so important to you. You needed this, to be around friends. No, family.

You all walked up to the counter with Eren asking the lady about his reservations he made. Your brain finally started turning again and the thoughts made you gasp— smiling as you looked over at Eren, “ E’, did you plan this ahead of time.”

As everyone else was putting on their goggles, shower caps, and coveralls, he spoke to you, “ Actually I didn’t, I told them that you needed a get away and that I’m planning on taking you to either the rage room or paint splatter rooms. They did a coin toss— heads being the rage room, tails being the paint splatter room. Keep in mind that they did this coin toss with no acknowledgment that you picked one already. They would’ve been pissed if it landed on heads. Would’ve been hilarious to me though.”

You laughed at the thought of them going to the rage room instead and being very angry when you two didn’t show up, “ Yeah, that would’ve been video worthy too.” You changed into the attire you had to wear due to not wanting to get paint in your hair or clothes.

Afterwards, you all headed to the plain white room that was available for you all. You all were playing with the equipment you all had on while walking and skipping through the hallway. You knew this was going to be an unforgettable experience, sharing it with your family and the man you were in love with.

You all stood there in silence not knowing how to throw the first paint splatter until you felt some on your coveralls. You looked down at yourself covered in yellow paint preliminary to looking back up and seeing a dazzling smile with an eyebrow cocked up as in issuing a challenge to you, “ Eren, I’m gonna kill you. We’re supposed to be painting the walls.”, as you put emphasis on the wall you hurried over and grabbed the red paint brush splatting eren with paint. “ Now what?”

Mikasa was minding her own business with Armin as they painted the wall while laughing with each other while Connie was running from Jean who picked up an entire can of pink paint, “ Come on, Connie. You don’t like pink, I heard you watched my little pony with your sisters last night. Why not have their own pinky pir in the flesh.” Sasha was laughing at them until Pieck splashed her with blue paint. Sasha stopped laughing as her eyes twitched in giddiness and excitement, she was going to devour Pieck for getting her first, “ You are so on, Pieck. Ymir you’re next and after that is Reiner.”

Ymir was on alert until she got an entire paint can dumped on her head by Porco and Annie causing her to scream in horror at her body being covered in orange paint. You didn’t want to laugh but couldn’t help it when she yelled her girlfriend's name in hopes of rescuing her, and Historia was already there with black paint splattering all over Porco and Annie. Reiner and Bert. were enjoying themselves until you and Eren splashed them with two different purples: violet and lavender. Half of the room and people were covered in paint while the other half wasn’t due to different arts being displayed on the wall.

This was what fun is. You were having so much fun with your family and this is where you belong. You felt safe, welcomed, and loved whenever you were with these people. Nothing but laughs, screams, horse playing, and you and eren rolling around in paint while trying to get one another was heard throughout the room. You felt so much has shifted just from these last few hours and you were right because now you and eren were saying bye to everyone after spending two hours in the splatter room.

You waved to your friends out the window, smiling your usual smile without you, yourself, noticing that your actual smile was back, yet they did. They noticed and couldn’t help but to wave back, “ See you all and thank you all for being with me today, I really appreciated this so much, love you all and goodnight.”

Mikasa made a little phone gesture to remind you to call her after today with Eren as he pulled off with his hand placed on your thigh. He was already driving with one hand and looked so damn good while doing it. The tattoos that painted his arms were so intriguing to you. One arm was a full sleeve with faces of his mother and flowers surrounding her trailing all the way down to his wrist. The other one was a half sleeve filled with meanful drawings and a spider tattoo on the inside of his forearm. His hair was still down with a swoop of hair behind his ear, blunt behind his ear to hold it in place.

He was cruising to calling on you by Jon b with the stars above you on the car roof and in the sky. You had an amazing time today, but would this be considered a dat-. Eren chuckled, “ not yet, this is the pre- first date, princess. Did you have fun today?” Yes, you were mumbling to yourself.

You covered your mouth, yawning into your hand. “ Yeah I had so much fun today, I literally forgot about college until I realized we’re driving back to my dorm. I was also thinking about what you were gonna say earlier today in the back of my mind, do you mind repeating it?” Eren looked over at you— suddenly whipping the car into a parking space in the Saint Smith avenue park lot with the abandoned cvs on the street of Paradise.

The roar of his engine died down as he cut off his car, looking over at you, “ I was going to say I love you, {reader}. There’s not a day in life where I can not stop thinking about you. Every time you came into that class, I wondered what perfume you were going to wear, what clothes you were going to wear, what hairstyle you were going to do, your natural hair or the other hairstyles you wore. I also wondered about what lip gloss you’ll bring, seeing you clearly have a preference for { your favorite lipgloss/lip balm/ carmex} instead. I paid attention to what pen or pencil you would write with, don’t even get me started on most things I’ve been noticing about you ever since I met you in 8th grade. I fucking love you and could not imagine my life with { reader’s first and last name}. I tried that shit for three days and did not like it at all.”

You were in awe at his confession and was about to say your own, but he spoke again, “ Can I kiss you?” You nodded your head in a meek manner to his question, “ Yes, you can, Ren’.” He smiled as he pulled you into a slow kiss with his hand on the side of your cheek. His lips felt like warm marshmallows on your own soft { favorite lip material }. He loved the taste of the flavor you had on your pretty plump lips. Your apple cheeks may be his second favorite feature on your body. Your stomach was his second after your eyes. Eyes were so important to Eren, he couldn’t explain it but whenever he looked into yours, he escaped to another place where he’s free of everything but you. That was a perfect world to him.

Your tongues moved against each other like two bodies covered in honey. You savored the taste of eren in your mouth as your tongues swirled with one another. You felt like you were about to suffocate from the lightness your head was feeling right now. The kiss was beautiful to you as you both took your time exploring each other's mouths. You heard his seat belt unbuckle prior to getting a tap on your thigh after he broke the kiss with your saliva disconnecting with the kiss, “ Get in the back, I wanna eat your pussy baby, I can’t take it and need to taste you. And you’re gonna taste how you look, I already know that, that’s for sure. But before that, may I eat your pussy, my pretty butterfly?”

Your pussy got wet just off the deep tone of his voice alone and the words he was using was the icing on the cake, so you spoke in a low voice, “ Yes, E’. Please eat my pussy, I need your tongue inside of me so bad right now.” Eren smiled as you finished your statement, “ Good, hope you’re ready baby, now go.”

You took off your seat belt before slowly climbing to the back trying not to knock over or break anything. You laid down as soon as your body sat down on his back seats— sliding down/ taking off whatever bottom wear you had on, leaving yourself in your panties.

Eren eyes were trailing from your head and down to your thighs and pretty chubby feet. He was so in love with you and your chubby body. He always had a thing for you and he was about to show you right now.

Eren paused his movement, reaching in his middle compartment grabbing a packet out of there. He turned away from you while you stared at him in wonder of what he’s doing. After a minute or so, he turned around with a devilish smile on his face, “ Ready?” You nodded at him and watched as he opened his door just to come to the backseat of the car where your feet were at.

When he opened it, the breeze dancing along your pussy was wonderful. He told you to sit up against the door of the car and you did just that. All the while, he was watching your every move like a mantis watching its prey, Eren stuck out his tongue— tapping his index and middle finger on his stud tongue ring he got three months ago.

Laying on his stomach with his face in between your legs; Eren kissed your inner thighs with tender touches to them, he was whispering to himself— “ God, you’re so damn beautiful. I wanna stay down here forever.” Your big thighs were crowding around his head as you peered down at him in lust, “ Come on, E’. Stop teasing please.”

Eren placed two more wet kisses to your upper inner thighs— laying his head on your right thigh afterwards during which he lays his eyes upon you with a low gaze and small smirk tracing along his lips, “ don’t be impatient baby, a man gotta admire and appreciate a special piece of art in front of him right now. This is a special edition because I get to touch this, like this. Eren proceeds to place both arms under and around your thighs bringing his entire face to your wet, soaked pussy leaking through your panties. He breathed in your scent and almost moaned at the thought of him tasting and fucking into this glorious pussy.

He kept eye contact with you as he placed three big smooches on the outline of your fat pussy against the fabric of your soaked panties. He smiled at your body shuddering underneath his arms whilst looking around to see if anyone is looking at him and you in the back of his white BMW X5 truck. You could almost taste the smell of this new car and you hate that this is about your second time riding in this since he never brought it out until now and the other time he picked you up to go get food.

You didn’t know what it was but when he placed his thumbs underneath your fupa lifting it a bit with his hand prior to lifting his head up higher to bite the band of your panties to pull them down— his pretty white teeth showing perfectly— you caught butterflies in your stomach, clit twitching in anticipation at this action. He slipped them off and put them into his front seat back pockets. He was gonna try to have a collection of your panties in his car and dorm. When summertime comes, he’ll keep some in his house. That’s how much he plans on fucking you.

Meanwhile, You couldn’t even think right now when he was just staring at your pussy on full display in front of him. It was like he was trying to take a photographic memory in his mind and keep it there. With Eren, it wouldn’t be so much of a surprise if he did. He stuck out his long, hot tongue licking the opening of your inner labia. You whimpered at the feeling of his warm tongue in your pussy and when he heard that he had no choice but to keep flicking his tongue up and down your pussy in complete desperation. His moans were audible as he flicked his tongue— making little mmm noises as he licked around your pussy. The feeling of his tongue tracing your pussy lips were astonishing, he was admiring you even with his tongue.

You grippped his hair, pushing it to the side to really see his face, “ Ahh fuck, Eren. Make this pussy cum, Mmgh.” Eren put more pressure into eating you out as his tongue was now moving in circles. As he was slurping up his spit and your juices, he placed two hands on the back of your thighs—slightly lifting them up to make your pussy even more fatter and seen. Eren loved the taste of your pussy in his mouth, he pulled away to catch a breath, “ shit! Your pussy is a fucking ocean right now. Don’t cum until I say you can, okay princess?”

You didn’t hear anything he said, especially when you felt a dripping liquid plant itself on your pussy, it was his spit and you wanted him to do it again, “ ple..please, do that again, E’.” Eren took his mouth off your pussy, slowly spitting on your pussy. You moaned at the feeling of his spit hitting your clit and at the way he looked right now, “ Fuck! you look so pretty doing that Eren, please continue.” You honestly forgot that you two were in public because this was the greasiest you ever felt, you could only imagine how his dick gonna taste and feel like.

Eren quickly went back to creating zig zag motions with his tongue. He felt your pussy opening and closing and knew he had to add his fingers in, so he did add two fingers in making you gasp with your eyes rolling to the back of your head. He watched as you bit your lips with a loud hmm moan, God!, were you perfect right now, “ You like that huh? You like when I put two fingers inside this slippery pussy, fucking hell {reader}, can’t wait until I fuck you.” Eren’s tongue moved quickly over your clit as he spoke so whatever he said was muffled a little bit but you could still pinpoint what he was saying.

Your moans were getting louder as he twisted his hand to have his fingers twist and curl up inside you just right. Spit and pussy juice dripped down your pussy and Eren’s face was like a thirsty person spilling water on them as they were drinking it on a hot sunny day. You both were enjoying yourself at this moment that you didn’t realize your big thighs were clamped around his head at the same time as your hands gripping Eren’s hair in a tight ponytail form, he was for sure going to have a headache tomorrow. Your moans were so pretty coming out your mouth, “ Fuck, fuck, fuck, M’cummin ren’! Let me cum! Let me cumm…. Pleasee fuck~” the word “fuck” was dragged out long because of him sucking on your clit while his hands sped up even more making wet squelch sounds as he moved in and out of you.

Eren nodded his head at your demand, letting you tighten and untighten around his thick fingers inside of your wet cunt. He felt like he was gonna suffocate from the way you tighten your thighs around his head, but hey that’ll be a good way to go out in his book. Luckily, your legs went limp on the side of his body. One leg against the seat and the other hanging off the seat with your feet on the car floor. Your screams were loud and your body shook underneath him, cream was cummin out of your pussy and onto his fingers. Eren’s shirt at the top was covered in sweat and juice from your pussy.

Eren watched with hooded eyes at your body calming down,” That’s it, cum for me, pretty girl. You’ve done such a good job containing yourself from cummin.” He leaned down to lick his fingers before licking around your hole opening and closing. “ Mmgh, stop before I squirt, you had enough~.”, you screamed the last part, dragging the word out as your pussy was now squirting in his face. He did it on purpose because he flicked your clit with his finger, “ Ahhh, ren’, Ren’ stop, fucking dick.” Eren laughed at your reaction as your pussy was squirting back at him in response to him flicking your clit playfully. He stopped on your command though.

Afterwards, Eren helped slip { your bottom clothing gear of your choice} on without panties this time. He took off his shirt showing his 8 pack, chest tattoos, and full arm tattoos. His body was sculpted to the max. Meanwhile your body was tired and you couldn’t even push the bottom half of your body up when he put back on your clothes. Eren took his shirt and whipped his car seats off, throwing the shirt in the trunk afterwards. You let out a tired sigh and he chuckled at that, “ You wanna get a 30 minute rest and just stay like this.” Eren kissed your nose and your forehead, looking you in your eyes after that.

You nodded and kissed his lips, “ I just need a pillow for my back, but I don’t think you have th- oh you do.” He grabbed the pillow from his trunk as soon as you said you didn’t think he had one, “ Let me guess, you got a cover too.” You pleaded the pillow behind your back and got comfortable, well tried to. Eren laid on your stomach with his hair covering his face, nodding his head at your comment, “ Yeah.”

You took the black scrunchie off your right hand, tied his hair up in a high bun, placed a kiss on his forehead afterwards, “ I love you, now close the door and get some rest with me.” Eren got up again to close the door. He reclined the backseats back a little— laying back down on your stomach with his body between your legs. “ I love you too, my sweet doll. Get some rest, babe.” You yawned and dozed off to la la land after the good session you had. He was finally yours as you were his.

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Trending Now! Beloved, international pop sensation was spotted getting hot and heavy with the lead vocalist of Devil's Paradise, Eren Jaeger, at an after-party, sparking rumors of a secret fling. The unlikely couple has yet to comment publicly on the status of their relationship, but their scandal-worthy PDA alone implies they must know each other very well.

Ha! That couldn’t be any further from the truth.

♡ pairings: rockstar!eren jaeger x popstar!female reader, eren jaeger x historia reiss ♡ content: ~7.2k word count. enemies-to-lovers, jealousy, suggestive themes, lots of explicit language (they like f-bombs sorry), slut shaming, mentions of alcohol. reader discretion advised. ♡ previous chapter | next chapter | series masterlist

★ Chapter Four ★

One step forward, and a million steps back.

It felt like the world had started up again when the creative director clapped his hands, calling for a five-minute break. The resounding sound echoed through you as everyone began to buzz around like flies.

You blinked, hard, snapped from whatever trance you had to be in—the one that gave you that glossy, no-thoughts-behind-those-eyes look the camera loved.

You blinked again when an assistant shoved a hand in front of your face. He offered to help you to your feet, as you were still on the floor, looking more or less comparable to a prowling jungle cat. Or better yet, you felt like you had been spilled and splattered, just waiting for someone to come and clean you up.

You declined his hand, politely. He took you by the elbow anyway after one of your heels wobbled underneath you.

“I mean it: five minutes.” The director looked down at his wrist, checking a watch that wasn’t really there. “Four minutes and fifty-nine seconds now. Fifty-eight, fifty-seven—”

Cool silk hit your shoulders as another assistant draped a robe over you, pathetically thin for such a frigid studio. She even held the sleeves out for you, one at a time, ensuring you had to move as little as humanly possible, as if you were something made of glass. As if you would break.

You cinched the robe’s ties around your waist. When you finished, a water bottle landed in the palm of your right hand. The assistant that tossed it to you, the third one in the last thirty seconds, and reminded you to stay hydrated.

And yes, they were always this fussy over you. And when it came to photo shoots, they were always extra fussy. This one was for your upcoming single, so it had to be perfect.

Pieck was off by herself in the corner, her back turned to you. Curiously, you made your way over to her, cracking and twisting the bottle’s lid to take a sip as you went.

If you were to be honest, it was more than a sense of curiosity; the painfully optimistic part of you hoped she would allow you to have the rest of the day to yourself. It was your week of vocal rest, after all.

But, of course, there was never a break with Pieck. Even for those measly five minutes, you couldn’t power down your brain because you found her crouched over her iPad. Devil’s Paradise (Eren specifically) was on the screen. You could see it from feet away.

You had caught her doing this before, stalking the band like some obsessive fan girl. She called it studying, but you called it useless. ‘Eren is about as deep as a kiddie pool,’ you had told her. Shallow and superficial. Why try to keep digging when you could already see the bottom?

You let out a groan loud enough to catch her attention. “Can’t I go one day without seeing Eren’s stupid face?” Then you took another swig of water, felt it trickle its way down your throat, like it could wash the taste of his name off your tongue.

Pieck didn’t reply. She just returned to watching the live stream. You didn’t need to see her face to imagine her scowl vividly.

Devil’s Paradise, the band that came out of nowhere, the underdogs, who won their category’s Best Album Award, were now everywhere. You were sure this was the first of many, many performances they would have to do—tons of interviews, too.

Oh, the interviews. So. Many. Interviews.

Your eyes fell on Mikasa next, and your face softened. It was only slight, no greater than a flicker, because the camera soon panned to Eren beside her. She smiled brightly at him, and he returned it, looking just as sparkly. You tried to think if you’d ever seen him smile like that—that big—before. Only for the cameras, for your faux relationship, but you weren’t dumb enough to believe those flashy grins were genuine. But this smile was. It was the kind that made your eyes squint and your mouth open wide enough to let a laugh slip through your teeth; you could hear it when he sang. It bothered you.

“I don’t know how she’s friends with him,” you grunted, gesturing toward the screen. “Let alone how she puts up with him on the regular.”

Speaking of fan girls, there were more than plenty there. Cramped and piled atop one another, pushing and threatening to tip over the barrier around the stage just for the chance to touch Eren. You weren’t sure if it made you want to laugh or vomit in your mouth.

“All you do is complain about Eren.” Pieck looked at you from over her shoulder. “Eren this, Eren that. If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were an old married couple.”

She knew that would get under your skin. Defensively, you sucked in a breath and complained, “Well, I don’t know why you have to watch this, and right now of all times.”

Simultaneously, you and Pieck said, “It’s literally my job.” She said the phrase all the time, and after the years spent together, she was easy enough to predict. Still, it made her huffy.

“Can’t you do it somewhere else?” You eased your voice. “Please.”

She opened her mouth to say ‘no,’ but before she could, your newest intern popped in. Pieck told you that partnering with a local college for an internship opportunity would look good for your image. Always with your image. But you could admit it was nice to have a fresh face around, even if her only job was to run and get your coffee.

“Levi Ackerman texted you,” she quietly interrupted.

You reluctantly flopped your hands in the air. “One day. Just one day. That’s all I ask.”

It was rather dramatic, and Pieck quickly consoled the frightened student. “It’s nothing you did.” She glowered at you. “She’s just in a mood. You can ignore her when she’s like this.”

Still hesitant, voice shaking—you almost felt bad about it—she briefly explained what you already knew. Eren had texted you last night requesting (demanding) the jacket you ‘stole’ because it was a rental. You were tired and brushed it off. But now, it was apparently Levi’s turn since it was his duty to return it, not Eren’s.

You waved it off with, “The jacket’s at my place, draped over the chair. You can’t miss it. It’s the only black thing there.” Otherwise, your living room was entirely white. Pristine.

“Oh, no,” Pieck interrupted, like she had another bright idea of hers locked, loaded, and ready to fire. “Don’t make the newbie do your dirty work.”

You wanted to correct her, but you couldn’t with said newbie standing right beside you.

“You should do it,” Pieck urged. “Maybe even post a photo of you two together or something. You know your name trends whenever you’re with him. It’s advertising for your new single.”

You grumbled, so low that it was practically incoherent, even to yourself. Just angry, childish noises.

“I thought you’d want to see your boyfriend.” Pieck’s urgent eyes jumped to the intern, then back to you. You were blowing your cover. The last thing you needed was for some college girl to go around spreading gossip and telling the world you were snotty to Eren. If anything, you’d prefer the opposite to leak. Maybe then you could finally dump him.

So, you smiled even though it physically hurt while you replied, “You’re right. It’s a nice excuse to spend some time with him.” You didn’t know which was worse, saying you wanted to see Eren or admitting Pieck was right. You sweetened the smile when you turned to the intern. “We’ve both just been so busy.”

She gave a wary smile of her own, but it was enough for you to believe she bought it. Pieck patted her back, then told her to run off before she could realize the truth: that you and Eren were not, in fact, dating, and it was more like you were uncordial acquaintances. At most.

In actuality—and this was something you’d never tell Pieck—the faux-lationship had been tolerable since the award show. You could at least hold a conversation, though limited to the same discussions you’d have with the stranger doing your nails. So—thoughtful pause—where did you say you were from? Oh, I have a friend from there. Like a toddler taking their first steps, it was fumbling and awkward, but you were still managing to get somewhere.

You returned home, pouted a bit because you desperately wanted to stay, then grabbed the jacket and tucked it beneath your arm. You hadn’t touched it since that night, after you slipped it from your shoulders and questioned why, in that moment, you wanted to take it with you. It was strange, like it didn’t belong, so you didn’t touch it.

You drove yourself to Eren’s place. You didn’t mind it, actually; not just the moment of solitude and silence, but the drive itself. You didn’t venture to this side of the city often. You had almost forgotten how beautiful it was. Ocean waves glimmered in streaks of sunlight. Lush greenery splattered the horizon with hues of summery pinks and yellows, every bloom fresh. And from Eren’s doorstep, there was only the wispy sound of palms tickling your ears. All of it stood in stark contrast to your life in the city.

You found his house easily enough thanks to Levi. He forwarded you the address, telling you he made sure the right people knew to expect you—at least, that was your interpretation of ‘no one should cause you any trouble.’ Which made it sound a whole lot like someone was going to cause you trouble, but you had a feeling Levi enjoyed being cryptic.

It was this loft-style home, constructed from stacked stone and clean, walnut-colored wood. When you said ‘loft-style,’ that didn’t mean it was small by any means, but it was still the right size for one. Frankly, you were shocked by it. You would have guessed he’d buy something more boastful after suddenly plunging head-first into fame.

You didn’t announce your arrival beforehand. You didn’t know you were supposed to. And as was the rightful consequence, Eren didn’t answer on your first knock. Or your second, for that matter.

“‘No one should cause you any trouble.’ Yeah, right,” you huffed.

The house had these giant windows on every wall, and still, you couldn’t peek inside because of their tint. Not that you were about to go through all that effort over a jacket.

When you knocked a third time, it was with the blunt of your fist. You waited out another impatient moment, then quickly realized that driving out here was useless. You couldn’t wait to tell Pieck that you were right.

Just before you turn away, a camera, smack in the center of the wall, caught your attention. You didn’t know how you missed it, but you debated going on as if you had, plopping the expensive jacket on the ground. After a pause, you decided to give Eren one last chance because you were a nice person. You pressed one of the buttons, then another, unsure of which would ring him.

The only thing you knew it did for certain was trigger a blinking red light, prompting you to ask, “Eren? Can you hear me?”

You announced yourself and displayed the jacket for the camera. Could he even see it? God, you felt silly. Frustrated, too. It seeped into your voice when you said, “I’m here with the jacket you needed so desperately.”

Finally, there was a sign of life.

“What?” It wasn’t accusatory, but disoriented. Eren’s voice sounded muffled through the microphone. Even so, you knew he was far too groggy for two o’clock in the afternoon. “Why are you here?”

“I said,” you stressed, “I have your jacket. The one you’ve been bothering me about. Tell me you haven’t forgotten already.”

“I didn’t mean you had to bring it, like, now.”

“Well, Levi did.” There was a long, long pause. “So, are you going to let me in?”

Eren didn’t reply. You couldn’t believe it—well, maybe you could, knowing him.

You darted a hand toward the button again. Before you could make contact, the quick swing of the door startled you. You jumped back as Eren made himself comfortable, leaning against the door with his arms folded across his chest. He looked like he had just rolled out of bed. You called him out for it.

“You look like crap.”

“I feel like it,” he replied, his voice as monotone as ever.

You believed him. Greeted by the afternoon sun, his fluttering eyes could hardly stay open. The feeling was almost visceral. Just by looking at him, you could practically feel a throbbing in your temples and the ‘I’m never drinking again’ wretch of your stomach. Thinking about it now, the last time you said those very words was the morning after you met Eren.

Still, he hadn’t snatched the jacket from you or slammed the door in your face (yet), so it couldn’t have been that awful. Perhaps you were a welcomed distraction to his wicked hangover.

“So,” you drawled, forcing the jacket into his hands, finally ridding yourself of the damn thing. “Here you go.”

Eren looked from the jacket to you.

“You really came all the way here just to give this back?” His eyebrow raised as he spoke. It matched the snide curl of his lip. “Huh. You ought to be more careful. Someone might get the impression you actually wanted to see me.”

“Good one,” you said, faking a laugh. “That definitely won’t be an issue.” You took a pace back, then another. “Now, if you’ll excuse me—”

“You’re the one who begged me to let you in.”

You didn’t beg.

He caught you mid-spin, ready to flee down the steps and back to your car, off on your merry way.

“You don’t have to act shy about it. You’re allowed to check the place out, if you want. We are dating, after all.”

Sarcasm or not, you despised the sentence, and you definitely weren’t ‘acting.’ But despite how good it would feel to ignore him and strut back to your car, a part of you—a very, very small part—wanted to see the inside of his house, to learn what Eren Jaeger was about. Though you were already sure you had a pretty good idea.

Of course, you didn’t want to admit your curiosity; you couldn’t bear to say the words, ‘Sure, I’d like to come inside,’ let him hold the door open for you and everything. So after a short pause and a flagrant eye roll, you stepped past him, tossing back, “Maybe you’re the one who should be more careful. Someone might get the impression you actually like me.”

“I wouldn’t go that far.” His face went dull again, so fast that you must have made up whatever brightness you thought was there. You frowned but continued inside anyway.

Eren excused himself to freshen up, and by that, you meant he said he’d be right back after you asked him if he had just woken up.

“Have you even brushed your teeth yet?” you playfully asked.

“No,” he said. Your nose wrinkled. “What? I wasn’t expecting company. I just told you: you woke me up.”

“You should really take that up with Levi then.”

Once you could no longer hear his footsteps, you used the brief interlude to poke your head around.

If you hadn’t seen the unweathered exterior, you would have thought the house was built years before it existed—walls with lots of character, black and white diner tile in the kitchen. Of course, like the outside, everything was crisp and brand new, down to every slick, black beam above your head.

It only made the punches of retro color bolder; you kept glancing over to the couch. Its pretty rust color caught your attention, the back of it neatly tufted though covered by a strewn shirt. None of the furniture appeared to be made within the last decade despite remaining in immaculate condition. Someone lacking a keen eye might glaze over it, but you recognized that none of this was easy to come by.

Both fittingly and stereotypically, Eren had some guitars displayed on the far wall. That was where he found you when he returned. You didn’t turn to look at him, only talking once you knew he was near.

“Do you actually write your own songs, or is that just another bullshit marking tactic?”

Eren chuckled. Despite the crunchy delivery, he could tell you searching for a legitimate answer. “Yes, I actually write them.”

“I wish I could do that,” you hummed. “My name’s always listed beside my co-writer, but really, I barely get any say. Maybe changing a word or two, but that’s it. That way, I can honestly say I helped, as if that even mattered.”

Was your team really that desperate to keep you in line? Eren couldn’t imagine that was something you requested—to sacrifice your income, your ownership to a co-writer… just to be called generic.

He had no idea what to say now.

Choosing to take the optimistic approach, he said, “Well, it seems to have worked out for you so far. I mean, you’ll probably perform at the Super Bowl someday, right?”

You laughed at that, no more than a huff through your nose. “Is that your measure of success?”

He shrugged innocently. “I mean…”

It was the definition a ten-year-old would give, but you supposed he had a point, even if it was rather boyish.

Whatever was happening between you right then was snuffed out. Silence ensued. You kept your eyes busying over the guitars to avoid the building tension.

Only when Eren spontaneously asked, “So, you don’t have a single song you’re passionate about? Or one that you’re proud of?” did you realize he was still stewing on your conversation.

“My dad always said passion projects were a waste of time,” you said, noting the wistfulness in your voice.

“Every one of our albums is a passion project.”

Your eyes flickered to him, thinking you had offended him and this was about to turn into another argument. He only continued.

“But I get it—the whole disappointed dad thing. My dad’s a doctor, so you can imagine how he felt when I told him I wanted to sing.” You chuckled a little at that. “But he gets it now, as much as he can. I’m not sure he would if I didn’t make something of myself. A parent’s love can be a bit conditional, can’t it?”

Eren’s words lingered in your mind. You tried to make sense of them, picking apart what he had shared with you and why. You let the sentiment hang heavy in the air. You didn’t allow it in. Your guard was as high as a watch tower, and you wouldn’t let him coax you into dropping it any time soon. You learned the hard way that he wasn’t the handle-with-care type. He liked to push his way in and mess up what wasn’t his. You bet he was also the guy who left hotel rooms in ruins, too, attributing it to his ‘rockstar lifestyle.’

You reached a hand toward one of the guitars, stopping short of touching it in case he was particular about them. When he didn’t stop you, you ran the tips of your fingers over the smooth wood.

He was still at your side when he asked, “Do you play?”

You didn’t know when he became such a conversationalist. After a longer than necessary pause, you decided to answer.

“More or less.”

Based on his pause, you realized your answer wasn’t going to cut it.

“I’ve been teaching myself. Only in my spare time, which, as you know, isn’t much.”

Before you even finished talking, Eren had started to take the guitar down from the wall.

“Show me what you can do.”

Your throat tightened. You scanned over his face. Once, then twice, and you couldn’t find any indication he was screwing with you.

You couldn’t remember the last time you even held a guitar; it had to be months ago. If Eren were to discover how rusty—no, how bad you were—he’d undoubtedly add it to his growing list of ways to embarrass you.

Your feet didn’t follow after him, but your eyes did. He made his way across the room, then expectantly turned to look at you.

“It’s fine. I couldn’t.” You were stumbling over your words, trying to think how to crawl out of this hole you had dug. “Besides, I’m not even supposed to be here. I should probably get—”

“Yeesh,” Eren remarked. “Do you always talk this much when you’re nervous?”

“I’m not nervous!” It was a half-lie. You stopped toying with your fingers and proved it to him (and yourself) by waltzing right on past him.

You sat on that pretty, vintage sofa—its fabric softer than you predicted—and waited for him to hand you the guitar. You didn’t let him lay the strap around your shoulder; you could manage that yourself.

“Good. Because it’s not like I’m gonna make fun of you.” He sounded just about as convincing as you did. A smirk dug into the corners of his cheeks. “Much.”

What did you say earlier?

Once you had adjusted the guitar comfortably in your lap, you slid your hand higher on the fretboard and felt the strings against the doughy tips of your fingers—a sensation you hadn’t experienced in a long while.

You looked up at Eren like you needed his permission. You stared at one another for a strange second, then eventually cleared your throat to ask, “What am I supposed to play?”

“I don’t know. Anything.”

That’s the problem—I don’t know ‘anything,’ at least not off the top of my head.

If your memory were a vault, you would have thought it had been raided and left barren, without even a penny left. Everything you had learned, everything you had taught yourself, vanished. You clammed up, the same way you did when someone asked about your favorite song or movie, and without fail, it was as if you had never consumed a piece of media in your life. How silly of you—able to sing for thousands upon thousands of people, but you couldn’t bring yourself to play the guitar in front of a single person.

You were shrinking by the second. Eren must have sensed it, too. You expected him to ridicule you, but he only added, “Just show me what notes you know.”

That brightness was back. The very same that you swore you saw earlier on his face, you now heard in his words. His voice lifted, like he had thrown in a dash of sugar to help the bitter, ho-humness go down easier. You wouldn’t call it gentle, he wasn’t capable of that, but he did seem genuine. Truthfully, he had seemed genuine—maybe authentic was a better word—from the moment you entered his house. You didn’t know how to feel now that you recognized it for what it was.

You sucked in a deep breath and told yourself you were only humoring him when you strummed a note. Another, too, as you learned the guitar, trying to remember how it was supposed to feel in your hands. It wasn’t like riding a bicycle, though; it felt entirely foreign.

Your discomfort bled through you and onto every note like ink to paper. Everything felt wrong, down to the way you held Eren’s guitar, as if you were afraid of it. The more rigid you were, the more delicate your touch, the worse it sounded.

Eren let his head fall to one side. “Okay, I know you can do better than that.”

Perhaps it was his attempt at encouraging you, but it had the opposite effect. Your face was stricken with heat, your voice bordering into the embarrassed, whiny territory when you admitted, “I’m scared I’m going to break it.”

“Why would it break?” He gave a short, disbelieving laugh. “C’mon, just play it.”

You brushed him off with a tiny ‘fine, fine’ and started to play what little you could recall. Then, surprisingly, it came back to you. Slowly, but it did—up until you tried to hit an F chord. You were actually trying this time, too, but it was less like a hit and more like a weak swing. Even when you were alone in your bedroom, you hadn’t nailed it yet, couldn’t get your fingers in the right spots, or make it sound right despite pressing down so hard it made your fingers sting. It would take time to build the finger dexterity and strength—time you didn’t have.

After another good try, Eren blurted out, “You have to do this,” like he couldn’t hold it in any longer.

He came in closer, not sitting on the couch but walking around the back of it. With eyes fixed on your hand placement, you didn’t need to look to know when he stood behind you, to feel it when he leaned in closer.

Eren touched you without an ounce of hesitation, no different than if he had done it a million times before. He took your hand into his and adjusted one of your fingers a little to the left. Then he wrapped his fingers over yours, pressing them down on the strings harder than you had. You didn’t feel it, as if your fingers were numb. In fact, it sort of felt like your entire body went numb.

“There,” Eren said. He didn’t take his hand off yours, maintaining the same amount of pressure as he instructed, “Now strum.”

It reminded you of when someone was so awful at dancing they’d have to stand on their partner’s shoes. But you did as you were told, and already it sounded cleaner than a moment ago. And the second time sounded even better. Eren’s hand was slow to leave yours, but when it did, the note still held.

Singing was second nature to you; you had done it since childhood. But learning a new skill as an adult was another beast. You couldn’t help but think how much better you’d be—how practicing would suck less—if you had someone to teach you. Just to help you jump through the beginner’s hurdles like this and get your feet off the ground.

Whatever! That didn’t matter now. You were delighted by the whole thing, so much so that you strummed and strummed, practicing your new riff as if Eren wasn’t there, not thinking anything of it when he came to sit by you. You were busy thinking about the guitar in your hands, how you wanted to spend the rest of the day with your guitar back home, if you could find it. You prayed it wasn’t Pieck texting you when you felt your phone buzz. You ignored it for now, already scheming ways you could sneak lessons into your schedule without her noticing.

You kept on playing, long after you thought you would. You went on, waiting for Eren to cut you off, but he never did. Once you realized you were still strumming away to your heart’s content, you finally stopped.

“That was better.” You heard the excitement growing in your voice. “That was totally better, right?”

Embarrassingly enough, Eren couldn’t give you an answer. And if you were to ask him what he was thinking about just then, he couldn’t tell you that either. He couldn’t remember a damn thing, not a note of it. He couldn’t even tell you if your finger placement was correct or not because your hand had already returned to your side.

A cold wave of panic rushed over him as he blanked on what to say. Whatever he told you besides ‘I don’t know’ would be a lie, so he just hoped he would say the right thing because he wasn’t sure what was going to come out, honestly.

“That was—that was good.”

His voice wavered, but you didn’t deem it worthy of another thought because you were too focused on your little win for the day. You couldn’t even suppress the grin on your face. That may have been the first compliment Eren had ever given you, if you were excluding the backhanded ones, which you were.

The thought skipped through your mind, and what followed was the same nausea you get on a rollercoaster, that whooshing feeling and all.

You couldn’t bear to look him in the face any longer, so you dropped your gaze and willed yourself calm. You tried to ignore how close the two of you were—how close you had been for some time now. You tried to look anywhere else, even tried not to be obvious about it, but you could only think of his knee against yours. You hadn’t noticed it before, and now it was the only thing you could feel.

When you met his eyes again, you found they were already staring back at you. You half expected him to pull back and crack some snide comment. You expected him to do anything besides the one thing you—way down deep inside you—really expected but couldn’t admit.

Your heart started to thump faster, louder, ringing in your ears. When your phone vibrated again, you didn’t hear it.

You couldn’t stand Eren. Everyone knew that already; you had drilled it into their heads dozens upon dozens of times. To even reiterate it now was redundant. But that didn’t cancel out your attraction to him. It didn’t work like that, unfortunately. You could deny it as much as you wanted—and you had at least three times in the last minute. Such passion-fueled emotions lived on the same spectrum. Both could exist at once, even if they were at odds with each other. Whether you liked it or not, lust wasn’t like a light switch; you couldn’t just flip it on and off whenever you wished—and yes, you were still working to accept that little, annoying fact.

Eren didn’t need to know that, though. He couldn’t because that would mean he won.

Why was it then that you couldn’t move or breathe? Why weren’t you recoiling back from him as if he were the pest you believed him to be? Your silence was deafening; you were sure it told him everything he needed to know.

Your brain was screaming at you, desperate to know what the hell you were doing, but your body—well, that was a completely different story. For once, the heat at the back of your neck was almost pleasant. It wasn’t fizzing with anger but burning a path down your spine. It kindled the crests of your cheeks with… excitement?

You gripped the neck of the guitar tighter.

Nothing about Eren had ever seemed so simple, but right then, he was. Simple and close and beautiful. No fuss, no antics, no bullshit. Just green eyes that melted from piercing to soft somewhere between when you picked up the guitar and now, you didn’t know when. Maybe that was him, beneath all his peacocking. The real Eren.

You went back to that night, when you first met. How could you not? You thought you had forgotten most of it (minus you-know-what), but you were flooded with the memory, the very same feeling eating away at you bit by bit.

It was different now; you weren’t rattling off sleazy flirts, and he wasn’t flexing, both literally and figuratively, but you could still feel the warmth of the firepit on your leg; how your suffocating dress and his hand on your thigh made your chest go tight. You could even remember how he tasted, the slurry of spirits on his breath. He’d taste different now, and you found yourself craving it without knowing it, yearning to discover what you had missed out on.

“Maybe you should get that,” Eren said, his voice all quiet now.

You blinked a few times, gathered yourself—blamed the concerning slip-up on your need for a vacation—but still had no clue as to what he was talking about. He must have read it on your face because you watched his eyes flit past you, to your buzzing phone. How long had it been doing that?

You swallowed down the thick feeling in your throat, only acknowledging Eren with a small nod before reaching for your phone behind you.

Mikasa had called; you just missed it. While you thought of a reason for her to call, you noticed she texted you a few times earlier. Big picture-wise, all of this was out of the ordinary but certainly not outlandish. But your opinion flipped, almost as quickly as your heart sank, when you saw a message from Jean—through Instagram. He wouldn’t have your phone number because, unlike Mikasa, if there was a reason for him to reach out to you, you couldn’t think of a single one.

You spent more time debating which to open first, the message from Mikasa or the one from Jean, than it would take to read them both. You went with Jean; it, understandably, piqued your interest more.

It was the wrong pick. The message only read, ‘Have you talked to Mikasa?’ Useless outside of sinking your heart even lower than before, like it had left your body entirely and splat on the floor.

Mikasa texted again. You swiped to open it.

You read her text chain backward, but out of convenience, you will recite them in chronological order:

Hey, is now a good time for me to call?

I need to tell you something important.

Insert missed call here.

Eren and Historia were out together last night. I thought you deserved to know, just in case it leaks.

Anger struck you like a shard of ice, leaving you frozen. You hadn’t flinched. You weren’t even sure if you had blinked yet. You just sat there, staring at your phone screen—Eren couldn’t see it from here. There was no need for a rash decision; you only needed a second to compose yourself before—

“What’s wrong?”

In any other circumstance, it would have been the polite question to raise. Two words, two syllables. That was all it took for you to snap.

Perhaps you should be grateful Eren was right beside you, within perfect strangling proximity. Screw your composure, it wasn’t the time for it. You might as well get the inevitable argument out of the way.

“What’s wrong?” you barked back. It teetered on a scoff or a laugh—something of the sort. “You’re seriously asking me what’s wrong like you don’t know. You were with Historia last night. People saw the two of you together.”

Eren got this brittle look on his face, his lips gone tight. Where you would expect him to lie, he only went silent. Somehow, that felt even worse. It was the coward’s way out.

You slithered out from beneath the strap and set the guitar on the cushion beside you. It didn’t need to become collateral damage. Unwilling to sit next to Eren for another second, you sprung to your feet and stood over him—looked down on him.

“One thing,” you seethed. “That was all I asked of you—”

Eren interrupted like the pedantic son of a bitch he was. “Technically, you asked two things of me.”

You continued as if it was nothing more than radio static. “You’re the reason I’m stuck in this mess, and you couldn’t be bothered to do this one tiny, little thing for me, could you?”

Then he laughed. He laughed!

“Because of me? You can’t be serious.” He sat himself a bit higher in his seat. He wouldn’t stand quite yet; he was trying to stay calmer, cooler, than you. It was another competition to him, but you could see through it. “I think we both know you were just as much a part of it as I was.”

You weren’t in the mood for splitting the blame, and you weren’t about to back down, either. He was the problem, not you. Right or not, you double-downed on your stance. You were emphatic about it, even as you paced around the room.

“If you weren’t you—if I had kissed anyone else—then it wouldn’t have mattered! I’m only here because I chose the worst possible person.”

Your logic was shaky at best, and Eren knew you knew it, too. You could tell by the way his eyes narrowed, trying to make sense of something nonsensical. He took a long breath, then stood from the couch. He didn’t come any closer, and he talked to you with his hands, palms to the floor. It reminded you of a hostage negotiator.

“Look, no one important saw. It’s not like we were out at an event. It was just a party.” He spoke like a hostage negotiator, too. But as he said the words, something must have clicked in his head. His demeanor changed, his voice sharp. “You said it yourself, you know. ‘Just don’t get caught with her in public.’”

You made this sound, one you couldn’t describe, through clenched teeth. It was some combination of a groan and a shriek. An exasperated, fed-up sound, with your hands curled like you wanted to wring him out.

You both knew that wasn’t how you meant it. What you were talking about was just the two of them, in the privacy of their own homes. Anyone at that party could have snapped a photo and sold the story for who knows how much cash. It wasn’t that unbelievable, considering the obvious.

You didn’t like your words being used against you. No, not just that, but twisted and manipulated. Rules bent but not broken, all so Eren could weasel his way out of it. That wouldn’t be happening.

There was nothing left to say that would be productive, but you weren’t finished with him yet. You still had this little ball of hate in you, festering, and you wanted to spew it at him.

“Are you even listening?” Eren asked.

He was across the room from you, over by the couch. You dragged your eyes back to him. When you did, you noticed that shirt again. It meant something to you this time; no longer thrown over the couch out of laziness but evidence of last night. Had Historia torn it off him in the throes of passion as they stumbled off to his bedroom? Or did they just fuck right there, where you were sitting minutes before?

“That’s why you look like shit then—you were up fucking Historia all night.” You weren’t even there, but you were trying to piece the night together as if you were. “Is she still here?”

Eren glared at you with this dead look behind his eyes. You could practically hear him say, ‘You can’t be serious.’ He didn’t need to utter a word.

Eren dropped back to the sofa, resting his elbows on his knees. “I don’t know why any of this matters. None of this is real.” He rubbed his hands over his eyes. “I want to be in this situation as much as you do. Believe me.”

Your jaw dropped. His lack of an answer said enough. But you wanted to hear him say it, so you repeated, “Is she still here?”

He didn’t lift his face from his hands, but it didn’t hide the mutter he gave under his breath. “You drive me fucking crazy.” He looked up, shook his head, and snorted like your question was ridiculous. “No, she’s not still here. She left last night.”

You sneered, “Fucked her, then kicked her out like the gentleman you are. That’ll really win her back, won’t it?”

Eren opened his mouth, presumably to defend himself, but he cut himself short. Then, to your surprise, his expression let up. And was that a smile you saw?

“Wait a minute.” He leaned in knowingly. “Are you jealous?”

You weren’t even going to entertain the thought. “No, I’m not fucking jealous!”

His eyebrow furrowed in delighted curiosity. “Really? Because it sort of seems like—”

“Stop trying to make this about you! I’m not jealous. I’m pissed off because you made a promise, then went and broke it. Now you can’t even apologize.”

How he spoke about this infuriated you. It was as if this was all just a big joke to him, like it was nothing to him—like you were nothing to him.

Eren sighed and stood up again. He took a few steps toward you before saying, “I’m sorry that I didn’t think a pinky promise actually meant something.” He looked pleased with himself, even crossed his arms. “Happy now?”

You wanted to yell back. Tell him how you would never go back on your word, even for someone as scummy as him. It wasn’t the pinky promise that mattered but the underlying mutual respect. Or lack thereof, you supposed. But to explain it to him would be futile. He wouldn’t understand, anyway. He wasn’t even worth the spent oxygen.

And there you had it: the Eren you remembered. The Eren you knew he was from the start.

“Well, you have your jacket back.” You barely had the voice to say it. You weren’t hurt. No, you wouldn’t let that happen. You just didn’t know what you were feeling, that was all. “There’s no reason for me to stay any longer.”

You wanted the last word. You at least deserved that, so you scampered out the door before Eren could say anything—before any tears could break your waterline.

Once you were back in your car, you were shaking in anger. It prickled through you like hot needles and made it hard to hold your phone still.

You indulged in social media as much as the next person, but you knew your limit, and you certainly knew where and what to avoid. Above all, you never read the comments on those exploitative, tabloid-y posts.

But you chose to throw yourself into the lion’s pit today. You needed to know what people were saying about Eren, about Historia—about you. You just had to.

Regarding the happy couple, there wasn’t anything new or egregious. You could sweat that off, at least. You only wished you could say the same about yourself.

You couldn’t even process what you were seeing because it only felt like a nightmare. All of these accounts, ones dedicated to Devil’s Paradise and Eren, his dumb face in profile picture after profile picture, relentlessly bashing you. It was all recent, too, within the day.

To think, this whole thing with Eren—the fake relationship, the fighting, the hurt—was to ‘save your image.’ To stop you from becoming the slut your team made you out to be. But you’d seen that word, amongst others, used against you more in the last few minutes than in your entire life. You saw enough to realize that none of this had been worth it.

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gingerbread sweet. / a reiner holiday ficlet

pairing: reiner braun x f!reader ( attack on titan / shingeki no kyojin ) word count: 1.1k summary: It's the Titan frat's annual gingerbread house competition. Your boyfriend, Reiner Braun, is determined to win. You, however, are determined to distract.

tags: modern au - university, holiday fluff, gingerbread houses, all the marleyans are in a frat bc i said so, devoted boyfriend!reiner, light sexual tension credit: dividers by @saradika

welcome to the eleventh day of the twelve days of amymas !!

“Does the door look crooked to you?”

"The what?"

"The door. Look at it."

There’s nothing more amusing than watching your hulk of a boyfriend crouch over a tiny gingerbread house.

Reiner Braun squints as he presses a gumdrop to the front — circular windows make it modern, or so he claims — then pauses.

Distracted by a very minor detail, you can already feel his anxiety running his brain a mile a minute: a lopsided door may deduct a few points from Marcel's arbitrary points system from this very arbitrary holiday competition.

Because he's absolutely fucking determined to win.

Granted, the bragging rights are his, but the grand prize will not be — Reiner, of course, rarely rides this hard for something he wants.

No, he’s too willing to put everyone else's wants and needs above his own.

So the grand prize of the Titan fraternity annual gingerbread house competition is going to go to you, hell or high water.

He’s going to win you that goddamn spa day gift card that Marcel has been dangling as a sweet little incentive no matter how long it takes him to mold this gingerbread house into his image.

"I think it looks straight."

The tip of his pink tongue pokes out a little from his pressed lips as he leans in closer. "...I trust your eye more than mine."

The blonde sits up to fish for the green icing piping bag. He's gentle with the way he eases the icing along the edges of the tiny confectionary door.

(An icing wreath, like this couldn't be anymore adorable.)

“Reiner?” you coo.

“Yeah, babe.”

Flat. He’s in the zone.

“You know you don’t have to slave over this thing, right?”

You scoot your chair closer to his, dropping your temple to his large tricep.

“I can buy my own spa day card.”

“False,” he corrects. “I’ll buy you the spa day card myself, but if I gotta cheat Porco out of winning for the third year in a row. Pieck’s gone at least five times on our dime.”

"When were the other two times?" you ask, not correlating the math.

"Well, our freshman year," Reiner begins, using the green icing to make little bushes at the foundation of the house, "we did a Valentine's day relay race that ended up with Bert in urgent care with a broken nose. Then, the one-and-only pool party chicken fight tournament — Pieck and Porco fought dirty."

"Is that why it was the one and only?"

"Yeah. Bert got another bloody nose, but that time from Annie going a little too hard."

He snorts.

"We had to save him from becoming the next Owen Wilson, so — no more chicken tournaments."

Titan frat is… well, excessively competitive, you've learned in your year or so of dating Reiner.

(Blame Porco and the new pledge, Eren Yeager, for only exasperating in this year with the month-long holiday challenges.)

You shrug a shoulder. “I could help.”

“And mess up your pretty nails?” Reiner shakes his head, glancing briefly through his peripheral vision. He smirks. “Ain’t no way.”

Right.

Reiner’s also very giving, during this season — in more ways than one.

First it was the fully-paid-for manicure yesterday.

Then it was the reservation for a Christmas Eve dinner to your favorite spot in the inner city.

Now he’s trying to win Marcel's approval in this ridiculous decorating contest in your name, and you feel… well, loved.

(There's no disputing that you've won the boyfriend lottery.)

Which, of course, means you have only one thing you can do in this situation.

He’s too wound up.

Distracted.

So you reach down to the pile of icing supplies strewn about, picking the small red accented tube.

You swipe some on the tip of your finger, mindful not to get it under your nails.

Reiner doesn’t even see it happening.

He’s too busy playing fixer-upper on the front side of the house, his too-big hands delicately toying with the too-small decorations he’s pasting on the cookie.

You wait a few seconds, letting him place the door where he wishes, before swiping the icing over the side of his neck.

Reiner tenses, turning to see what the hell just hit his neck, but he’s too late—

You’re already leaning in, sliding the tip of your tongue along his skin.

The man gasps, dropping his own piping bag to the supply assortment below.

“What are you—”

“Decorating,” you murmur nonsensically, grinning from ear to ear as his attention disappears completely from the gingerbread house to you.

“The guys are in the other room,” he rasps, eyes wide.

The pledges, he means — banished to the enclosed patio as they work on their own poorly-designed houses.

Through the last year while dating Reiner, you’ve learned very quickly how sensitive he is.

Sometimes all it takes is a look to get him hard.

Your ego has never recovered, and it’s not deflating now.

Except his eyes soften and a gentle chuckle exits his throat when his golden eyes search your face.

“Wait, you got—”

“What?”

His hand gently cradles your jaw.

“Hold still, baby.”

His thumb raises to swipe at your nose, where his smile only grows.

You stay still, obedient to his command, unable to stop looking at him.

God, he’s gorgeous.

He’s so fucking gor—

Something touches your lips, and you belatedly realize Reiner’s taken it upon himself to push the red icing along the seam of your lips, parting them easily.

You can taste the sugary sweetness on the tip of your tongue.

“Shit, sorry." When your brows knit in confusion, Reiner explains himself. "Seems like I missed a spot.”

Oh.

His pupils dilate as his gaze drops to your lips, as if he’s ready to devour your whole.

Your entire body turns into flames.

“Just one spot?” you murmur, and a wicked smirk crawls to his mouth.

That same thumb drops to glide the remaining icing over your chin.

“I fear it's a couple of spots, but don't worry. I'll get you cleaned up.” He tilts his chin. “I take care of my girl, remember?”

(As if you could ever forget.)

His words get your blood pumping. Pledges and wandering eyes be damned.

“What about the gingerbread house?” you murmur, entranced by the way he continues absently swiping icing over your jaw, chin, and cheeks.

(Marking a trail his lips will devour.)

“We can bring the icing upstairs,” Reiner suggests with an innocent shrug. You know it’s anything but. “I’ll finish that damn house eventually, but I have something sweeter to tend to.”

Before you can say another word, the blonde stands from his chair and gently takes your hand into his.

You easily stand with him, unable to stop giggling as he tugs you eagerly upstairs.

He’s determined to win, yes, but to him —

He’s already won.

He has you, after all.

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444ctrl · 11 months

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Tattoo Me / Eren Jaeger (Yaeger) x Black fem! Reader

Tags: Mature themes, sex, squirting, head (f and m receiving), p in v sex, tattoo artist Eren, black reader, +18, possessive! Eren, Jealous! Eren, Clingy! Eren

Word count: 2.8k / not proofread

“I can’t do this anymore!” You stared at Reiner. “What do you mean you can’t do this anymore?” “JUST THAT!” He let out a deep breath. “I’m sorry Y/n but I can’t fake this anymore. I don’t love you.” My face scrunched, “but this isn’t fake… it’s real.” He laughed, “you think THIS is real?!” He pointed at you then him. “No it’s never been real. Not for me anyway. I love Pieck.” I stared blankly at him. “What the fuck Reiner! How could you cheat on me?” You started to feel your eyes burn. “Don’t fucking cry. It doesn’t matter if you cry because I’m done. Don’t follow me or contact me. I'm going to pick my stuff up when you aren’t home.” On his way out he slammed our… my door. I felt the tears start to gush out of my eyes. You loved him and you know he loved me.

“Girl, you need to get it together!” Your friends wiped your tears away. “I’m trying, it's just we were together for 2 ½ years.” Kiana gave you a hug while Mari finished your makeup. “I’m done!” You looked at your friends and they squealed. “YES! You look good ash!” You turned to look at yourself in the mirror. You were so happy with your makeup and hair. You turned around and hugged your friends. “I love you guys so much!” “Aw it’s nothing anything for you boo.”

You and your friends were ready to go and you all looked perfect. “When we get to this club Y/n you have to talk to someone! You're gonna get some tonight!” Kiana clapped at Mari’s declaration. You laughed, “I will, I promise.”

The music in the club is blasting. Your mood automatically changes as soon as you walk in. All of you walk to the bar and get a drink. The first round was bought by a man and his friends. He was cute but he looked too old for you. “Y/n you see that guy over there he’s checking you out.” You turn your head and see a beautiful man with long brown hair and emerald eyes smiling at you. You look at your friends then hop out of your seat. “Well girls I gotta go.” One of your friends smacks your ass as you walk away and yells “you got it, girl”. He smirks and looks down at you. “Hey gorgeous.” You blush slightly, “Hey.”

You have had another drink by now and you two are talking and flirting. “I’m so glad your friends convinced you to come otherwise I wouldn’t have met you. You’re so beautiful it hurts me.” You laugh trying to cover up your nervousness. “You’re so cute, Eren.” “You are too darling.” You felt your clit pulse. “You want to go back to my place? It’s not that far from here?” You look up at him and nod. He puts his hand on your lower back and starts to walk to the exit. “EREN!” You both whip your heads around and look at this very short blond girl with an all gold dress and silver heels on. He mumbles under his breath. “what the fuck to you want Lana?” You look at him and then her. Omg… I’m some niggas side piece. TF. You try to get out of his grasp but he only clings onto you harder. He looks at you and makes sure to hold onto you tight. “WHY TF ARE YOU HERE WITH SOME BLACK BITCH! YOU’RE WHITE!!” Your jaw drops and you got free from Eren. He doesn’t even respond to her but runs after you. You run in the ladies room and text your friends to help you ASAP. Eren is banging on the bathroom door. “Y/n let’s talk! I swear it’s not what you think it is.” After sitting in the bathroom for 5 minutes Eren stops and Kiana speaks through the door. “It’s just me Y/n.” You open the door with tears running down your face. She gives you a hug and silently walks with you to the Uber where you meet Mari.

ONE WEEK LATER

You were out on a date with this man who said if you ever wanted to go out just hit him up. Well you did and now you two are downtown walking and finding things to do. “I’ve always wanted to get a tattoo.” He stopped and looked at you “bruh me too… ik of a tattoo shop one block away we should go.” You smiled at him, “Yea let’s do it.”

As you walk in, the smell of lavender and eucalyptus hits you and it smells good asf in here. “Hi, how can we help you today?” “We would like to get a tattoo.” She nodded, “Ok well if you fill out these forms we will get the space ready for y’all!” You both take the paperwork and fill it out.

You hand her back the forms and you two start to talk about what tattoos you want. You get called first and meet your tattoo artist. “Hi my name is Jean and I will be your tattoo artist today.” You talk for a little bit about how you don’t know what you want so he can do whatever he wants and wherever he wants. He asks you if he can put the angel number ‘444’ on your butt since it’s been popular in the shop and you say it’s fine. After he prepped you there was a knock on the door. He opened the door and stepped out. You heard whispering but couldn’t move to hear unless you wanted to get prepped again.

What’s happening outside the door:

“What is it, Eren? I’m about to tattoo a client.” “No tf you aren't, I am. You can take a break now.” Jean stares at Eren. “Why are you so pressed about tattooing my client?” “Jean it’s none of your business I just need to do it instead of you.” Jean laughed, “Eren I’ve known you since we were little. How do you know my client?” After a moment of silence Jean laughed even harder. “Oh is she that girl that you have talked about every night since last week. The one that gave you a hard on but left because that crazy bitch that used to stalk you was racist. well I’ll be damned. She’s fine asf so I get it but she’s still my client.” Eren punched Jean, “don’t look at her that way ever and it’s my shop and you work for me so I’ll do this one. I’ll even give you the commission I don’t want it.” He sighed, “Alright just letting you know she said she doesn’t care what she wants or where she wanted it so I prepped her for what’s been most-” Jean was interrupted by Y/n’s date. “I’m sorry to interrupt but is Y/n in here? Before Jean could answer Eren asked “Who are you?” The guy smiled, “I’m Y/n’s date.” Eren clenched his fist. Who tf does she think she is getting a date in less than a week when I’m still thinking about her. Jean finally answered, “yes she’s in there and he’s about to do her tattoo.” Eren nods, “I am.” “Ok thank you.” He smiles and walks to his room to get his tat. Before Jean could finish Eren walked into the room and closed the door.

Omg he’s finally back.

After 35 minutes I felt a tap on my shoulder. “Hey darling, your tattoo is done.” You snapped your neck around and looked into the man’s eyes. “OMG! WHY ARE YOU HERE?! WHY ARE YOU TATTOOING ME??!?” He smirked, “this is my shop darling.” You felt like you were stuck in a nightmare. “Want to see your lovely new tat?” “Sure.” He tells you to stand up and look in the long mirror. You look at Eren first seeing him admire his work. Well it must be good. You look down and see in beautiful cursive.

E. Jaeger

Your jaw drops and for the first 5 seconds you couldn’t make a noise. But after that you absolutely screamed. “OMG! WHAT THE FUCK?!” You turn to him and all he is doing is smirking. “You think this is fucking funny!?!” “No, I think you look better now. Perfect even.” You pull down your skirt and pick up your bag. You try to walk out the door but he stops you. “Nah you aren’t leaving me again.” Your eyes start to burn and water. “No no no darling you’re too pretty to cry.” He cups your cheek and caresses it. “Y/n since last Friday I’ve thought about you everyday and night. Not just sex but your personality too.” You feel a tear drip down the side of your cheek. He kisses it away and starts to kiss you all over your face and down the side of your neck. He whispers in your neck, “Y/n leave that man.” You moan quietly and it makes Eren want you more. He needs you and he knows you need him. “I can’t…” that made him angry. He knows you can and you want to but you are too nice and perfect to leave someone no matter what. “You will… do it for me baby.” You accidentally touch his print. He can’t take it anymore. He needs you. Now. He lays you on the table and pulls your skirt up. You clenched your thighs together. “No darling, I need to see you.” You slowly spread your legs and he just stared at you. “Eren don’t stare at me too long. It’s embarrassing.” “It’s nothing to be embarrassed about if I’m just looking at my favorite piece of art.” He took off your panties and put them in his pocket. “Eren you can’t keep those.” You don’t need them darling. Whores don’t need panties.” You gasped and bucked your hips in the air. “See you’re a whore. But remember you’re my whore.” He pulled you closer to him. You pussy right in front of his face. You’re so beautiful. You’re perfect for him and no one else. His tongue goes straight to your clit. He's flicking his tongue brutally, not letting up on you. You feel yourself getting close. You moaned and tried to clench your legs to not feel so much. His hand holds your thighs all the way to your sides making you feel everything. He’s brutal, not let up at all your head shoots back and your back arches. “Fuck!” Your orgasm is so long and so hard you feel like you’re floating. “Eren stop, I can't take it anymore.” You feel a second orgasm coming but this one feels different. “FUCK! I’m gonna pee, Eren stop!” He keeps going and at the last second before you let everything go he bites down on your clit. You moan so loud and buck your hips up into his face. When he pulls back his face is all wet with his bright smile. “I didn’t know I could do that…” He goes back down one more time to lick up all of your juices from your pussy. You reach for his zipper but he steps back. “Not now baby. I think your date is done with his tattoo. Remember to show him your tattoo. I think it makes you look absolutely gorgeous.” He wrote his personal number and Instagram on a business card. “For when you want to go out for real next time.” He helps you stand up and sucks on your neck before walking you out to the lobby. He waves to you and your date before you both walk out.

THE NEXT DAY

You rang the doorbell to Eren’s apartment. He opened the door and let you in. “You look so beautiful, baby.” “You look good too, Eren.” He pulls out the chair for you and then makes your plate. I made spaghetti with garlic bread and pesto chicken. “That sounds so good!” He smiled at you knowing good and well he found your instagram after you first met and found out your favorite food.

After you both ate you watched a sexy romance movie. He was paying attention to the film when you creeped over to him and now have your hands on his zip. He grabbed your wrist before you could go any further. “Are you sure you want this?” You nod your head completely sure of your decision. You unzip his pants and pull them down. You palm his print and he groans. You rub him from the outside of his underwear. “Fuck Y/n don’t tease me.” You rub his tip from the top of his underwear. You are a little intimidated by his size. He’s bigger than your ex and he was pretty big himself. He bucks his hips into your hands. “Baby hurry up please.” You pull his underwear down and his dick stands up straight. You immediately lick his large vein on the side of his dick. You aren’t even sucking him yet and he feels like he’s about to cum. “Shit…” He pushes your throat down so far you gag. “There you go baby, that's what I want to see.” He guides you up and down his dick he’s trying his hardest to control himself. You pull all the way back, “Eren you don’t need to hold back I can take it.” He shifts his body to where he can fully thrust into your mouth. His first thrust is hard and it catches you off guard but the second one is worse. He caressing your cheek as he fucks your face like he hates you. “You’re taking me so well… My pretty girl loves my cock.” You nodded slightly. “Stick out your tongue for me.” You do as he says and you cums on your tongue. “Let me see my cum on your tongue.” You stick out your tongue and then you swallow. “That’s my good girl, you knew exactly what I wanted.”

You take off your clothes, sitting on his legs with a condom in your hand. He laughed, “is this all you came for? A good fuck?” You shake your head and try to put the condom on him. “That one’s a little small baby. Now you're underestimating my dick size, wow that really hurt my feelings.” He pulls out one from his pocket and puts it on. “Remember I’m an XL baby. You’ll need to know for next time.” Your stomach tumbled a little bit. He laid you on the coach on your back. He had his tip at your entrance playing with your clit. “Fuck me already.” He glared at you for a second then rammed his hips all the way into you. You gasped at the feeling of him inside you. The look on your face almost made him cum right then and there. He pulled back and thrusted into you so hard and fast you felt like you were gonna squirt again. “It’s t-too much Eren.” You put your hands on his abs to try and stop him. He grabbed both of your hands in one of his and held them above your head. “Nah you wanted this. You wanted my dick so that’s what you are getting. Fucking slut can’t even take what she wanted.” You squeezed down on him. “You can’t cum until I say.” Your body did everything it could to slow him down but he couldn’t be stopped. “FUCK! Omg Eren you fuck me so good.” He smirks, “who’s fucking you rn?” “You!” Your face scrunched up, “say my name.” “Eren!” He grunted aggressively, “Louder.” “EREN!” “Fuck I’m gonna cum. Cum with me Y/n.” He used his other hand to rub your clit and overstimulate you. You both came at the same time and moaned in each other's mouths.

You were limp on his couch. He walked to his kitchen to get you some water. He sat down and moved you on top of him. He gave you some water and you happily drank it. “Y/n look.” You looked at him and he showed you his new tattoo.

[Your first initial.] Jaeger

Eren: I literally love this girl even though I haven’t known her that long. I need to marry her rn.

Y/n: This man 🫣. YALL I NEED HIM SO BAD. Love of my life frfr.

I know that happened fast but Eren is clingy asf. Mans wants to marry her ASAP now! Anyways thank you for reading.

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Illicit Affairs | Z. Yeager

Zeke Yeager x f!reader

summary: an unspoken love hidden from others. An involvement with the Zeke Yeager was akin to a sweet dream. It was reckless and was bound to be tragic with what the Wonder Boy’s ambition will bring. Yet, every time, none dared to speak the three words that might change everything or nothing.

cw: canonverse. unprotected sex, hinted corruption kink, secret relationship. creampie, possessive Zeke Yeager, kinda angsty? praise, zeke calls reader good girl. Zeke is only soft to reader, okay i guess this fic is lowkey sweet but more so bittersweet

wc : 5.3k

a/n : it has been very long while and I'm mid away S4 part 2 of AOT but am now watching Bleach just cause. So here is a Zeke fic that's been sitting in my drafts for a long time with a lot of other drafts. I will also start posting some fics when I make an ao3 acc! Again, I'm sorry for being gone for a long time but I'll try to write more because I do miss it and I miss interacting with everyone here too.

Special thanks to @iwaasfairy for beta-reading this! ♥︎

That’s thing about illicit affairs and clandestine meetings and longing stares

It’s born from just one single glance but it dies and it dies, and it dies

A million little times

“How about you?” The ravenette nodded at your direction, a gentle yet playful smile adorning her face. The sleepy and calm look in her eyes was ever present but now had a shimmer of curiosity.

“What about me?”

“Have you been seeing anyone?” Pieck’s grin widened, especially when you froze momentarily. All fell eyes on you now.

You nervously laughed and played it off by pouring yourself another serving of wine. Little did you know, two pairs of eyes were curiously keen to know the answer, they stared at you with anticipation, and Pieck knew this.

“Yeah, let me know, so I could beat him up. Give him a good scare,” Galliard smirked, clenching his fist and flexing his bicep to further his point.

“You won’t have to scare anyone,” you interjected immediately but like being shot with an unexpected arrow to the back or as if being caught sneaking around to steal something, you tensed. The all too familiar burning stare made your skin prickle and your body shiver. Swallowing the lump in your throat and maintaining your composure, you continued. “There’s nobody.”

To make it even more believable you offered your friends a smile.

The blond across you exhaled as if he held his breath. “If there was somebody, she would tell us. We don’t have to pry like this.”

Pieck pursed her lips, eyes teasing and in disbelief. “Oh? Well, I’m just teasing her, Reiner.”

You chuckled and reached to the back of your neck, your senses tingling from the knowing feeling of what it’s like to be in his presence.

“Plus, people know better than to go after our Y/N.” Porco huffed, leaning back into the cushioned booth seat, a strand of ashy blond hair falling from its slicked body. “We’re not letting some good for nothing idiot anywhere near her.”

“How protective of you, Pock.” Pieck mused, your ears not picking up a lot as your head buzzed with the effects of wine. “And do you think you’re not a good for nothing idiot?”

He was here. You could feel him. As you stared into the glass, the still body of deep red reflected your face.

“Hey, kid.” A hand gently squeezed your shoulder. The warm touch made you shudder as your teeth clenched. Don’t call me, kid. Something about that made your heart sink a little and yet his touch lingered as everyone acknowledged his appearance.

“What’s Pieck tormenting you with this time?” He asked, voice void of sarcasm one would really think he was serious but that’s him. He says some things seriously with a humour he only understood.

“I’m not tormenting her,” she giggled, glancing at you as Zeke causally stood behind you, not taking a seat in the booth you four were sat. “Just asking about our dear little crybaby’s love life.”

“Oh?”

“There’s not much to tell because she claims she doesn’t have one.”

His thumb gently drew circles on the back of your shoulder, your heart picking up at the gesture. You raised your gaze from the wine and up to him. His defined jaw and the sinews of his neck as he spoke were the first thing you gathered before moving to his lips, his cheekbones, his nose and his eyes. You weren’t sure if it was the buzz of the wine getting to you, making you feel all soft and fuzzy but this was a face you had gazed upon many a night. Sometimes you wondered why he hid his handsome face with his golden beard. Not that you were complaining, oh no. The hair that framed his mouth and jaw added a kind of wisdom to him, it made his overall countenance even more unreadable.

“How is she supposed to have one when you’ve got these two,” he tilted his head slightly to the direction of the two men sat across from you. “…Colt and even the kids, guarding her like a hawk?” Zeke jested.

How indeed.

“She could be having a secret love affair?” Pieck suggested with a sly smile, winking at your direction.

But all you could think about was how you disliked it when Zeke called you kid.

Soft linen kissed the bare skin of your back and your head rested upon a cloud soft pillow. Your whole body tingled as if slowly being set aflame, sparks ignited with every single caress from callous yet gentle hands. The bitter taste of tobacco lingered on his pink lips that you’d never imagined to be this soft and yet there was a sweetness to them that you can’t quite place but you craved for more.

His hands run down your sides and paused at your hips, giving them a gentle squeeze, feeling them as if checking that he was really touching you as his lips refused to leave yours. When they did he found himself wanting to kiss every part of you and he had the rest of the long night to do so. Your lips parted slightly with a soft gasp escaping when his lips, hot, kissed and suckled at the curve of your neck. Your legs shivered to close, wanting to rub against each other for some kind of friction but he was between them as he pinned you beneath him, worshipping you with every kiss and caressing you with adoration.

He felt the way your thighs tried to close, squeezing his waist gently. He couldn’t hold back the smirk that formed on his face as he continued to kiss you, bringing his knee up to your mound.

“Z-Zeke!” You had gasped, your hands gripping his shoulders squeezed him at the sudden pressure of where you began to ache.

“That’s a beautiful rendition of my name, sweetheart,” he murmured against your skin. “I’m looking forward to hearing more.”

Zeke didn’t know what was awoken in him to even try with you. All he knew was he wanted you and that every time you had to leave after being with him and your shared friends, he’d rather go home with you than watch you go. He sought after you in ways he shouldn’t and believed he couldn’t care for. He didn’t know what exactly it was. Was it because his term with his Titan was ending? Maybe he just wanted to live a little? Let loose before he dies? He was too intoxicated by just you to even contemplate an answer, it’s even more difficult when he could feel your supple soft skin beneath his calloused tainted hands, hear your titillating breaths and feel warmth emanating from your body.

It felt like a crime to be this close to you. To touch you. He couldn’t help but be audacious when he had seen you from across the room, seated by the bar and in a conversation with Pieck. He had wondered what she had said to you that made you flush and bloom so prettily that the sudden idea of other parts of you being that same shade of flush crossed his mind. He could’ve stayed away. He should’ve. But when you caught him staring at you from afar and you held his gaze, he knew that something was lit aflame.

Then it happened over and over again. Longing stares, a glint in his eye and a soft nod of your head and a smile to silently acknowledge him. Over and over til small talk became in depth conversations, til soft short touches lingered and became bolder.

Till it all filled a chalice that was full and now was overflowing endlessly. All that so he could now feel your skin against his, your lips on his lips and be completely and utterly drunk on all of you.

“T-take these off.” You huffed when you lied back down, annoyed with the fabrics that separated the two of you.

“Impatient are we?” He grinned, leaning back to full height and kneeling between you. You rolled your eyes at the smug look on his face but when he discarded his blazer and his fingers worked the buttons of his shirt, you let out a deep breath. It was a shame that his clothes hid away such a toned frame, a body that was trained rigorously for years and one that harnessed a Titan.

“You were the one who kissed me first,” you pointed out, still admiring his physique illuminated by moonlight.

“I couldn’t hold myself back anymore.” He threw the shirt away before bringing his attention, not like he wasn’t before, back to you. There you laid on his bed, hair beautifully a mess, only in your shell satin slip,pliant and anticipating, looking up at him with those eyes of yours. He wished he could take a picture.

“See. You’re the impatient one.”

“Guilty as charged.” He surrendered easily to you and only you.

Without wasting another precious moment, his lips claimed yours and he would claim it over and over again if he had to. You were sweet. Too sweet. Too much of a good thing that he shouldn’t ruin because God knows the sins he had committed. But at the end of the day, he was also a man. A temptation as promising and as beautiful as you was worth a bite.

Zeke’s hands roamed the expanse of exposed skin, finding that he adored touching the skin of your thighs as he pushed the satin fabric higher and higher, enjoying the way your breath hitched when he caressed your inner thigh.

“Have you ever had someone before?” He asked, grey eyes looking through long, pretty, dark golden lashes.

“Why?” You caught your lip between your teeth finding the question amusing as you hid your smirk. “Do you want me to say you’re the first?”

His hands squeezed your thighs, his jaw tightening as he glared. “You’re teasing.”

“Am I?” You ran your fingers through his blond hair, pushing it back to see his face. He looked agitated and antagonised, and the way he looked at you like this made you want to push his buttons more. Did it bother him if someone else did touch you? Was he a territorial kind of man?

His thumbs dug into the flesh of your thighs. “Answer my question.”

You kept his gaze and let your smile unfold, and he didn’t like that. But you looked so god damn beautiful, smiling down at him like that with your secrets and leaving him on the edge, wondering if you’ll indulge him with what you hid behind that confident expression.

“Why?” You weren’t letting up, your fingers untangling from his locks, his eyes followed your hand and how it traced your collarbone then slowly down between the valley of your breasts. “You’re wondering if I’ve been touched here?”

“Yes.” He replied, hands sliding up to grip your hips now.

“No...and nowhere else.”

Zeke muttered a swear and your smile remained, finding it amusing how the great Zeke Yeager, the Wonder Boy and War Chief, was acting. You’ve never seen him like this or even imagined him to be like this.

“Good.” He spoke, moving up so that his face was levelled with yours, his frame caging you. “Because I would make sure you’ll forget whoever it was.”

“Didn’t know you were so possessive, War Chief.” You batted your lashes, leaning up to kiss the corner of his mouth. “It’s a new look on you.”

“You are a tease.”

“A secret love affair?” Galliard scoffed as if the possibility of it was so far-fetched. He was in denial of it.

“Is that so hard to believe?” Pieck smirked knowingly at Porco’s reaction. His annoyance was written all over his face at the thought of someone else getting to you first. “Well, is it?”

The ravenette was met with silence and you gave your two male friends in front of you a sheepish smile. You weren’t going to say anything. You couldn’t. Not with how things were.

Far away from peering eyes and gossiping lips, you were his. You knew that. He made sure you knew. It was hard to not remember when every time you two would meet, your skin would have evidence of your time together. His lips would kiss and brandish your skin with marks that would take days to fade and if they did, he’d make sure to kiss and nip at you again.

In the privacy of his apartment, he was yours in the way every woman dreamed a man could be. Dressed in his shirts that smelled like him, you’d wander the rooms, going through his collection of books and sometimes making the two of you meals. He freely doted on you and flirted, took care of you and was a different person with you. On the other hand, Zeke could watch you forever but he had never confessed that out loud. Watching you go about his home as if you lived there too, as if you and him were in a world where nothing constrained him, had glimpses of a future cross his mind. Zeke reminded himself that they were nothing but fantasies. An impossible dream.

You were his and he was yours, and yet at the table, or in public, you didn’t know what you two were supposed to be.

“I’m going to call it a night.” You yawned, slowly getting up feeling your lover's hand slip down your back. His touch was gone briefly and you already missed it. What an idiotic, lovesick fool he’s made you. “We should do this again sometime.”

“Definitely.” Reiner smiled your way and you returned it, unaware of how his expression softened to quiet adoration but a pair of steel grey eyes knew that look too well.

“I’ll walk the lady home.” Zeke casually announced, not raising any alarms in anyone’s heads. Meanwhile, your heart skipped when he had said that.

“Sure you won’t stay? You haven’t even sat down to drink?” Galliard asked, hoping he could take over the duty of walking you home.

“Just saw you all from the window and decided to drop by. Can’t drink tonight, I have a meeting with the top brass tomorrow morning.” Zeke declined courteously, the younger warriors nodding in acknowledgement.

“There’s always next time.” Pieck chirped, not thinking much of how the blond helped you with your coat. Everyone knew how Zeke took care of you. It’s always been like that ever since you all were young.

“Next round is on me.” He placed a couple of bills on the table, Porco cheering at the treat as you waved at them and excused yourself for the night, Zeke following you three steps behind.

The streets were empty at this hour, dim yellow lights lit the road with white blankets of fallen snow on the ground and that same white was sprinkled on the rooftops. You could feel his gaze on your back and smell the thick scent of tobacco from the cigarette between his lips. You wished he was closer but you didn’t ask for too much with all the unanswered questions of your relationship with him.

“Where’s your scarf?” He asked.

“Oh, I must’ve—,”

He draped his arm around your shoulders and pulled you close, the intimacy and the sudden closeness catching you off guard. “You’re going to catch a cold if you keep forgetting.”

“Mhm.” You nodded. That was all you could manage from your shock and fluster. He didn’t pull away after passing four street lamps, he continued to walk by your side as if he should be and as if this was an everyday occurrence, but to you it was so much more. You wished your heart could stop beating so fast so you could really cherish the moment.

“Yours or mine?” He asked when the two of you reached the cross section, his arm still pulling you close to his side, his warmth keeping you from shivering from the cold.

“I thought you had a meeting with the top brass tomorrow…I don’t want to keep you up.”

“Mhm, but you will.” He responded with a playful sing song voice all you could was shake your head and softly laugh.

Your place wasn’t much compared to what he has as Marley’s Wonder Boy and War Chief, and yet when you least expected it he’d drop by, saying he was just passing and then you let him in for coffee or tea which always led to you and him tangled in the sheets. The same goes for his place, except there it felt more like home to you. Somewhere completely safe and guarded.

“Yours.” You answered, leaning your head against him and he gently squeezed you tightly as a response before turning left, to the direction of his home.

In the dim hallway, the keys rattled against each other as he unlocked the door, his half embrace around you gone for the time being. You rocked yourself on the balls and heels of your feet watching with butterflies in your tummy as he opened the door. Like a gentleman, he held it open and gestured for you to head in first.

You shook your head, smiled, and stepped in. You looked around the apartment, very minimalist as always but homey in its own way. You removed your coat and folded it neatly to hang on the armchair. Plain white curtains, sand coloured sofa with matching cushions, a coffee table with books stacked on its surface as well as several folded newspapers from the days before and a crystal ashtray that had been your gift to him.

The door clicked shut and locked behind you, you exhaled feeling the comfort of his home wash over you. You turned to him.

“Should I make coffee for the both—

You didn’t finish your offer as his lips on yours stopped you from doing so. His hands held your waist and pulled you against him.

“No coffee, just you.” He managed to say in between kisses, his hands sliding down to the curve of your ass and even lower, a signal you knew all too well. You did as he asked, bouncing once so he could support you in wrapping your legs around his waist. “Good girl.” He hummed with praise, before clashing his lips against yours again, easily carrying you to the direction of his bedroom.

God, you loved hearing every praise that poured from those lips of his.

Clothes came off quickly and were discarded along the way. His hands roamed the expanse of your body, caressing every curve and every spot that he had memorised would make you shiver in the sweet way you do. He knew your body and soul, and you’d be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t love him. It was hard not to, especially when you’re lying on your back, breathless from hot kisses and heavy petting, on the edge of anticipation, caged beneath his frame with his handsome face hovering inches away from yours. He’d always, even in the heat of every passionate moment, have a little pause as if just to look at you, to savour the moment. It never failed to make you blush. To be subject to his intense gaze laced with desire and something that you could not read.

Why did it have to be Zeke Yeager?

Little did you know, in his head, every time he gazed upon your flushed and glistening face, he wondered about how you could’ve been with Galliard or Reiner, any other man you wanted. The thought of anyone else looking upon you and touching you like this made his chest sizzle with green jealousy. He wanted you to be his and in this moment, when you’re lying beneath him, plush lips parted and waiting for more, he’s reminded that you were his.

Zeke hissed softly, torn from his epiphany when he felt the softness of your fingers wrap around his length, gliding up and down gently. You lined his cock to your entrance, the man before you amused by your impatience. He could feel the dampness leaking from you on his hot tip and it took everything in him to not grab your hips and fuck you then and there.

“Z-Zeke…” you whine, pouting up at him. “P-please?”

“How badly do you need me?” He asked, sliding his length beneath your folds, a breathy moan leaving you as it brushed against your clit.

“B-bad.” You managed to say, your hands resting on his back. “Please.” Your lips trembled with want, Zeke unable to maintain his composure. “I want you. Need to feel you.” You began to rock your hips against his length, trying to get some sort of relief from the searing ache he had caused. God, he loved it when you were like this.

Obliging to your cute sweet begging, he entered you painfully and deliciously slow. The heat of your walls wrapped snugly around him, fluttering and tightening at the intrusion, making him groan softly against your forehead while you moaned at the sensation of being finally filled. Each and every time, the beginning was a spreading warmth of euphoria.

Zeke’s teeth gritted against each other and he swore as he bottomed out, remaining still to just feel you. His pelvis pressed against yours, soft moans fell from your lips at the sensation of him inside of you as if all your secret trysts hadn’t made you used to him. How were you able to make him feel like this? So desperate, hot and bothered, and insatiable for your touch and attention. A rough hand gripped your hip, while the other steadied him to prevent him from crushing you with his frame.

“You gotta let me know if I can move, sweetheart.” There was a hint of tease in his voice but he needed your green light as always. The last thing he wanted was to hurt you. Your arms tugged him close, allowing you that comfort. He listened as you took a shaky breath, your hips wiggling to have a feel. A moan left you as you did, giving him the answer he needed. “I swear,” he muttered, his hands assisting your legs to wrap around his waist. “You’re gonna be the death of me.” He wished that could be true.

Your heart skipped a beat at his words but that sweetness was overtaken with hot passionate need, when he rolled his hips, cock smoothly sliding between your walls. Your back arched into him, breasts pressing against his chest as you moaned and shuddered at the sensation. God, you needed more.

“Good girl.” He kissed your cheek, thrusting and began to set a steady pace, all restraint leaving him with the way you tightened around him with the praise as his name fell so sweetly over and over from your lips.

Shared soft moans and the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room. The city outside was silent and the heat of your bodies fought off the cold bite of the winter breeze. Your nails sunk themselves in the skin of his back, the throbbing pleasure within your walls toe curling good. Zeke rather adored the marks your cute little claws would leave, he would always glance at them in the mirror post-sex when he has a chance before his regeneration makes it fade.

If you had any sort of shame within you, you’d be embarrassed at how you panted and moaned for him. Your desire for him was painfully obvious. His hips rhythmically colliding against yours emitted obscene wet squelching, your cunt greedily welcoming his thick length as you felt every inch of him against your plush walls.

“You’re only this wet for me aren’t you?” He teased, his hand on your hip assisting your left leg to hook around his hips, allowing him to angle himself in the way that you liked that all you could do to respond to him was whine. “That’s it. Good girl.” The praise fell so enticingly smooth from his lips, his pace steady but fast.

Pleasure bloomed through you, the tightening feeling in your core cooling tighter and tighter, close to snapping. The heat, his skin, his voice, everything. You wanted it. You wanted to be his forever. You wantonly begged for more, your nails carving crescent dents into his back as he rolled his hips over and over with burning lust. This was the closest you’ll ever be with him. The closest he’s going to allow you to be with him.

“Fuck, I’m close.” Zeke grunted, hips not faltering from its pace and hands gripping your hips tighter. The blond chased his high, slamming his pelvis against yours, driving his cock into your plush pulsating walls and watching how you stared up at him with those lustful heavy lidded eyes. “You’re close too huh?” The sound of his voice made your walls tighten around him, Zeke groaning at the feeling. “Tell me what you want, sweetheart.”

“You. Want you…make me come please.” You whined, brought closer to the edge when you felt one his hands leave your hip to splay itself over your lower belly, palm pressing against your skin and his thumb against your clit. You moaned out his name, your hips bucking at the added stimulation.

You didn’t have to tell Zeke twice. You were so good. So obedient. So sweet. So cute even like this, moaning and whining with pleasure, your breasts bouncing with every thrust and the lips of your pussy split by his cock, walls hugging him so snugly. He can never get tired of this, of you.

Zeke’s pace stuttered. Your walls squeezed him tighter and tighter, so close to your climax. Your voice was getting higher and louder too. His name fell from your lips like chants from a devoted worshipper begging their God to grant them their wishes. It boosted his ego as if it wasn’t already big enough, and he continued to rub circles on your clit, watching your lips part in a silent scream, your eyes shutting as you succumbed to your climax.

No. He wanted you to look at him.

The hand that remained on your hip, wrapped around your throat, your eyes fluttering open. Your brows furrowed as you huffed and panted, you looked up at him as if to ask what he was doing. His darkened unwavering gaze told you exactly what he wanted and your shoulders dropped, relaxing as the piling build up of your orgasm doubled. Zeke gently squeezed your pretty neck, surprised to feel your walls tighten around him. Did you like that? “C’mon, just keep looking at me, sweetheart. Let me see you.”

Your head was spinning from pleasure, your thoughts being nothing but how good his hot length moved inside of you and how you were tingling intensely with pleasure. The circular pattern when he massaged your clit quickened and the next thrust he gave kissed your g-spot so suddenly, the tightening coil within you snapped.

Zeke groaned at the wetness that coated his cock as your walls spasmed around him, sucking him in he could only shallowly thrust, your legs wrapped tightly around him. He was so close, so damn close and there it was. That drunken lustful look that haunted his dreams and appeared in every impure fantasy. His fingers left your throat, opting to cradle your face as he managed a couple more thrusts before completely forgetting himself, already lost the moment his skin kissed yours.

You sucked in a deep breath, never breaking from his gaze and watching his eyes shut in bliss. His blond hair glistened in the dim room, strands stuck to his forehead gleaming with perspiration and his soft lips were parted ever so slightly, his face just completely relaxed and rapturous. You were so caught up in your own haze that you didn’t fully register the unfamiliar warmth that bloomed in your insides.

Zeke doesn’t separate his hips from yours, he instead wrapped his arms around you, wanting to pepper your chest with kisses before nestling his forehead into the curve of your neck, still in his high. You wrap your own arms around him, your hand caressing the back of his head, running your fingers through his golden locks, just relishing this closeness. Your heart was in your throat, torn from saying the three words you don’t dare to say but would die to hear from him.

The two of you stayed like that for awhile, your body already felt the fatigue catch up. As you slowly drifted to sleep, you could still feel Zeke lazily kiss along your neck. You fell asleep easily, remembering the sensation of his lips on each eyelid and him softly saying that he’ll take care of you before you fully passed out.

Only then did Zeke slowly untangle himself from you, pausing when he realised his cock was still buried inside of you. “Fuck.” He cursed under his breath, pushing his hair back as he scolded himself for his mistake. It was careless of him. He couldn’t believe he lost control like that. Not letting himself lose composure and not wanting to wake you, not with how peacefully you slept, he slowly pulled out. His mind was blank as he stared bewildered at a sight that should’ve felt like a sharp slap in the face, instead he felt hot to his core. Between your puffy lips, milky white leaked from your hole and unto the bed. He should be ashamed of himself… not like this. Gently with his thumb, he split your folds apart just watching as whatever of his seed overflowed from your full womb. God, why was that thought driving him mad? He could feel himself getting hard again at the sight. He had always, always, pulled out…finished on your skin, either your back, your ass, your tits, your stomach, your face. Never inside. It was against his creed. But fuck, he wanted to do it again.

“Mhm…” you hummed in your sleep, shifting a little, fingers sleepily feeling the bed for the duvet.

Zeke was snapped out of his trance, his eyes moved to your face, seeing you still in peace. The post sex glow lit your features and he’s reminded to go grab a towel and clean you up. Knelt again before you, he softly swiped the cloth along your inner thighs, his eyes drifting to your pussy stained with his cum. He should clean that up first.

He didn’t know if he should apologise. He probably should. What he did was beyond careless. It was irresponsible. It’s against everything he fought for…and yet, that image of a happy family flashed his mind again. You, him and a babe in this apartment. He hasn’t got long so he shouldn’t even think about it. He should never think about it.

“Zeke…” you murmured his name, eyes still shut, your hand heavily sliding itself on his side of the bed, brows furrowing ever so slightly at the emptiness.

“I’m here, sweetheart.” He answered softly, resuming to clean up the mess he made.

“Come…sleep…”

“I’ll have a smoke first.” He gently dabbed the towel on your sensitive core, successfully having fought the curious urge to shove his cum back into your cunt with his fingers. What were you doing to him?

“Okay…” your voice grew softer, turning to your side. Zeke covered your naked body with the duvet so that he's not tempted…

Out in the balcony with his trousers hanging low on his hips, he inhaled deeply the fumes of the cigarette, finding comfort in the small little stick. What was he doing? He turned his thoughts over and over like pages in a book in search of pieces that would fit together to give him a solid conclusion.

In that ten minute smoke session he knew one thing for sure.

He was screwed.

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𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐒 (𝐈)

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» Part 2 [ PAIRING ] Zeke Yeager x f!reader [ AUTHOR'S NOTE ] This was initially parts 1 and 2, but I decided to combine them. [ SYNOPSIS ] Summer is approaching and you desire to attend class like a good student is dwindling. You decide to ditch class and soak up the sun (okay, Sheryl Crow), but end up face-to-face with star pitcher, Zeke Yeager, who has similar plans. [ WORD COUNT ] 3.8k [ CONTENT ] High school AU, cigarettes, poor school attendance, Grisha's a shitty dad, and you have to ride a bike up a steep ass hill.

“Wait, so you’re really going to ditch?” Pieck asked.

She was always unimpressed with your life choices though her judgment did little to stop you. You haphazardly tossed your physics textbook in your locker and slammed it shut.

“It’s Friday. What could I possibly miss?”

Pieck sighed. “I don’t know, a pop quiz?”

“A pop quiz? I don’t think I’ve ever had a pop quiz in my academic career.”

“We’ve definitely had them.”

“Okay, but who actually calls them that? It’s not like we live in a John Hughes movie.”

You both headed down the hall, towards the back of the school. It was the easiest way to escape the campus. All the other openings were patrolled by the one lazy campus cop that spent his time harassing students for no good reason.

“I guess this is where we part then,” Pieck muttered. “I’ll let you know if you miss anything…”

She wandered off, angry you’d be letting her suffer in physics class all alone.

“Sorry!” You waved, hoping she’d turn around. But she never did.

You pushed through the double doors and relished in the sunlight kissing your skin. It was 90 degrees but a cool breeze tempered the heat. A perfect day in June.

You looked around, not a soul in sight. You crept past a couple beige portables the school built three years ago.

“… I thought portables were supposed to be temporary,” you mumbled under your breath once you cleared the area.

“They just tell us that to placate us.”

You whipped around to see star pitcher and general nuisance, Zeke Yeager, laying down in the grass. He was wearing his cream colored fitted baseball pants; the knees strained with brown dirt. He wore a tight white t-shirt tucked into his pants with a black belt. He sat up, and lit a cigarette. He adjusted his glasses, and looked you up and down.

“Don’t you have class?” He took a long drag and exhaled the smoke in your general direction.

“I could easily ask you the same thing.”

“Feel free.”

“Don’t you have cl—”

“Oh yeah, I had physics but I decided to skip it today. Do I really need to learn about gravity if I already deal with it everyday?”

You gave him a quizzical look. He could not have been this dense. His grey eyes met yours; his gaze was intense.

“I’m kidding.”

You stood around awkwardly. Part of you wanted to peace out and let this talking ashtray go back to laying on the field. But the other part was transfixed by his demeanor.

“I figured. You don’t look that stupid,” you said.

“What class are you ditching?”

You dropped your backpack and sat next to Zeke, making sure to keep some distance from him. He was cute and it made you woefully nervous.

“Anatomy.”

“Lame. I would’ve ditched too.”

Zeke was notorious for his shitty attendance. He was perpetually ten minutes late. And he ditched class whenever he felt like it. No one gave him any shit though because he was on the baseball team. Your high school followed the classic rule: athletes can basically do whatever the fuck they want so long as they don’t fail their courses.

That was something Zeke never needed to worry about. He was intelligent, one of the smartest boys in your class. He had never gotten a single F in his life. You only knew this because people tended to talk about him in the halls. He wasn’t popular by any means, but everyone knew him. He was the best pitcher on the team. He frequently got caught smoking cigarettes in the bathroom. He got invited to all the parties.

“What class would you not ditch?” You questioned.

He lit another cigarette with the cherry end of his previous one.

“I don’t know. I like lit and film a lot.”

Your jaw dropped.

“I wanted to get into that class so bad!”

He snickered. “What did you get instead?”

“… Multicultural lit. Also known as, let’s read books from Western European countries because that’s so multicultural. I fail to recognize how reading a bunch of books by old white men is multicultural in any sense.”

“Are you implying white men operate under a universal culture?”

“And if I am?”

He took a drag. “You’re a genius.”

Your face grew hot. No one had ever called you a genius before, jokingly or not.

“Th—thanks.”

“Yeah, most of my teammates got into lit and film pretty easy, but you know… Privilege.”

You couldn’t hide your distaste. “It’s bullshit.”

“Oh, no! You’re absolutely right. I assure you I am the only one in there that knows we have a 12 page paper on Rashomon due next week.”

You threw your hands up in the air. “See! I want to write an essay on Kurosawa!”

He laughed. “You can write mine, if you want.”

You looked at him, completely dumbfounded.

“Ew, no.”

He playfully elbowed you in the ribs.

“I figured it was worth a shot. You want one?”

He offered you a cigarette. It was one of those weird brown ones, no filter. You’d only smoked once at a party. You had chugged three light beers and decided to bum one off of a rando. A menthol. It didn’t vibe with your lungs to say the least.

But for whatever reason, you said, “Sure.”

He handed you one and you were puzzled. You examined both ends, not sure which one you should light.

“Here,” he said softly.

He plucked the cigarettes from your hands and held it to your lips. His face was so close to yours, you thought you would die right then and there. You parted your lips and accepted the cigarette. He held a lighter to the end.

“Inhale,” he commanded.

You did and immediately coughed.

“Shit, my throat,” you choked out.

He placed a heavy hand on your shoulder, smiling like a proud father.

“Feels good, right?”

“Hardly.” You took another drag and coughed.

“Are you trying to look cool for me, kiddo?”

“No,” you gasped.

He squeezed your shoulder and then proceeded to take the cigarette from you.

“You’re too pretty to smoke anyway.”

“And you aren’t?”

“Are you implying that I’m pretty?”

“Are you implying that I’m pretty?” you parroted back.

He blushed. “It didn’t imply it so much as directly admit it,” he laughed.

“What the fuck is going on here? Yeager, don’t you have somewhere you need to be?”

It was the campus cop. You panicked. You weren't a little miss perfect type, but you would be grounded for a month if you got caught cutting class. The cop was far off enough that you could maybe make a break for it. You stared at the gate in the distance. You were fast. And Zeke was an athlete so running should be easy for him. The cop began to lumber towards you both.

“Let’s go,” you whispered, sneakily putting your backpack on.

“What?”

The cop was cresting the hill. You were running out of time.

“Let’s,” you stood up, “go!”

You grabbed Zeke by the wrist and dragged him upright.

“Where?”

You pointed at the gate.

“C’mon, baseball boy, I’m not trying to go to baby jail.”

You both ran towards the gate. You prayed for freedom. You looked back at the cop and finally reached your original location. He stood confused and shouted, “Yeager! Where you going, dude?!”

“Dude?” you panted. You don’t know what possessed you to speak while running for your life.

“Yeah, he tries to act like we’re cool. It’s odd.”

You stopped once you reached the gate. You slid through the opening and ended up in a residential area. You were both catching your breath when you noticed you were still holding onto him.

“Oh fuck, my bad.”

“Huh?” He looked down at his wrist. “Oh! Ha, you’re fine. I didn’t mind your gorilla grip. I doubt I would’ve ran that fast on my own. I am in sandals.”

He gestured towards his feet, he was in fact wearing Birkenstocks and white gym socks.

“Well, now what?” you pondered.

You examined the row of tract homes, some more derelict than others. Most of the windows were busted in leaving the sidewalk glittered with broken glass. You dragged your foot across the shards, relishing in the noise of it cracking under your weight.

Zeke stretched his arms over his head and yawned. “I’m gonna head home. I wanna nap before practice.”

“Oh,” you said dejectedly.

You were hoping you would go on some sort of adventure together. Maybe grab burritos. Talk more about Kurosawa films. Smoke his fancy cigarettes. Maybe even rest your head on his shoulder.

“But I’m not doing anything after. We might be going kind of late tonight, but if you’re free we should meet up.”

“Really?!” You adjusted your tone so you didn’t sound so eager. “Yeah, I don’t have anything going on so sure.”

“Cool. Here.” He handed you his phone. “Add your number.”

You added your number to his contacts list.

“What do you have in mind?” you asked, handing his phone back to him.

“Not sure, but you’re smart. I’m sure you’ll think of something.” He punctuated the sentence with a wink and walked off.

You sighed and decided to head home. You were a latchkey kid so it’s not like anyone would be waiting for you. Halfway through your journey your phone vibrated multiple times in rapid succession. You checked it and saw messages from an unknown number:

you’re not gonna be one of those gorgeous girls that ghosts me, right? sorry that sounds so pathetic. promise i’m not one of those guys that get butthurt over a girl i’m looking forward to hanging out lol SHIT. sorry if i’m laying it on thick. you looked so cute choking to death.

Ghosting Zeke did cross your mind, mostly because you wanted to beat him to the punch. You found it hard to believe he wanted anything to do with you. It wasn’t a lack of confidence on your part; you knew you were hot shit. Simply put it all felt absurd, too idyllic. Meet up with him after baseball practice? Ha, sure.

But to your surprise you got a series of texts.

SHIT. sorry if i’m laying it on thick. you looked so cute choking to death. WAS THAT INAPPROPRIATE TO SAY? i feel like it was. was it weird? 😂 hella weird but it's okay for the record that emoji was ironic sure it was. is 8 too late? ... i take it back. i rhymed. we can’t hang out. sorry ⚰️

You opted to call him. The phone rang for what felt like forever

“He would be the type to not answer his—”

“Hello?”

“Oh! Hi! Uh,” you spat out in a panic.

Words were a foreign concept. You hadn’t thought about what you’d say after he answered the phone. You weren’t much of a planner evidently.

“Is 8 too la—Nope, not doing it again. Does 8 work for you?”

You smiled at him avoiding the rhyme. His voice radiated pride.

“Nope. I’m not some baby.”

“Never said you were one, kiddo.”

“Kiddo? Really?”

“I said what I said.”

Could he be anymore obnoxious? You shook your head. He probably could.

You sighed. “Whatever. What do you wanna do?”

“Can you ride a bike?”

You paused. “… Yes.”

“Do you have one?”

You thought hard. Your mom had a beat up, turquoise fixed gear she kept in the garage but you couldn’t even remember the last time you rode a bike.

“Yeah, I have my mom’s.”

“Cool. I’ll drop a pin. See you soon, beautiful.”

He hung up before you could even comprehend a word he said. You looked down at your outfit. You felt anything other than beautiful. You got off your bed and walked over to your closet. You eyed a floral-print sundress but shook your head. You barely knew him! It had only been a few hours since you last saw him. You never put this much thought into stuff like this, so why start now? You had every reason in the world to be confident.

But alas, you remained self-conscious. Plagued with insecurity and teenage woe.

“Try hard,” you murmured.

Nothing looked particularly appealing. You were embarrassed it crossed your mind to look cute for Zeke.

“Gross. If anything I should look uglier.”

You decided not to change your outfit. There was no reason to overthink it. You were going biking with the guy and it’s not even like it was a date. He just asked you to hang out in a very flirtatious way.

You ran downstairs and crept into the garage to grab your mom’s bike. As you managed to free it from the closet you knocked over the recycling bin.

“Sweetie, is everything okay out there?”

You panicked. She wouldn’t mind you taking her bike, nor would she mind you going out on a Friday night. But you couldn’t bear the thought of telling her you were going to meet up with a boy. You hit the switch and opened the garage door.

“Yup. Yes. 100%.” You grimaced as you exited. “I’ll be home late. I’ll text you if I die or something.”

“Sounds good.”

And off you went.

You biked to the spot Zeke told you to meet him at. The whole thing felt kind of shady the more you thought about it. It didn’t help that he essentially had you scaling a hill. You knew by the time you got to the top you’d be sweaty. The only thing that kept you sane was knowing he’d likely be gross from baseball practice.

“Fuck,” you panted. “This is so not cool. I can’t believe I let this shithead convince me—”

“Hey there!”

You dropped your concentration for a brief moment and glanced up to see Zeke. He waved manically, clearly hamming it up for you. Typical boy nonsense.

“You’re so close! You can do it!”

You finally reached the top of the hill and leaned your mom’s bike down on the ground. You sat down on the curb and tried to catch your breath.

“Hi,” was all you could cough out.

Zeke sat down beside you. He was still in his baseball uniform. He draped an arm around you, giving you a little squeeze.

“Nice bike!”

“Thanks,” you said, leaning your head on his shoulder. Shockingly he didn’t reek. He smelled like a pleasant combination of peppermint Altoids and additive-free tobacco.

“If I had known you’d be rolling up on a Bianchi I would’ve had us meet on flat land. You could’ve hopped on the back of mine.”

He leaned his head on top of yours. You typically weren’t such a touchy person but something about Zeke leant himself to human contact. It felt natural, like it was always meant to be like that. His blonde hair felt like velvet up against your cheek.

“The view is worth it though, right?” he asked, expectantly.

There was a hint of worry, maybe even desperation to his tone. You stared out at the suburbs, which soon gave way to the city. The lights seemed endless, rows and rows of yellow and white pinpricking the darkness. Suburbia was never very attractive in any sense of the word, but he was right. The view was nice; it had been worth it.

“Yeah, it’s not too bad. How was practice?”

He sighed deeply.

“I’m the only person that showed up on time. No one else had their shit together. My catcher was somehow hungover even though it was a Friday afternoon and he’s barely 18. I got a ball thrown at my ass. My thumb feels weird. And my dad forgot to pick me up… Again.”

“Wow. Uh.” You struggled to find words that would console him.

“Sorry. It was not a good day to say the least.”

“No, no, I’m sorry. It sucks when you’re the only one that gives a shit.”

“No, kiddo, I’m sorry.”

“Kiddo?” you said, voice dripping with disdain.

“See! Sorry for calling you kiddo. Look at all the things I have to apologize for.”

You stared at him in disbelief. He gave you a little cat-like smirk. His grey eyes might as well have been sparkling. He knew he was charming. Boys like him were always the most beguiling. They were the ones you needed to keep an eye on, to keep at an arm’s length.

And yet, here you were with him, staring out into a vast expanse of human civilization with barely any space between you two.

“Apologies accepted then. But in all seriousness, I’m sorry your evening was shit. How did you end up getting home?”

He pulled out a cigarette and lit it.

“I walked,” he said, coolly.

“Far?”

He took a long drag and let the smoke drift out of his mouth.

“Few miles.”

“Well, you seem to be o—”

“I had… all my gear. I told him where to meet me. It’s not like he was clueless.”

“I—”

“But of course he tried to act like it wasn’t a big deal. His logic was, ‘It wasn’t a game.’ As if the issue was him not witnessing me play.”

You quickly realized he needed someone to merely listen to him. By look on his face you could tell people didn’t tend to lend him an ear when he needed to vent.

Zeke continued. “It’s... One second I convince myself I don’t care. And then the other… I don’t know.”

You desperately wanted to find the words to make him better. You hated to see anyone in such dire straits.

“I’m sorry your dad is such a fuck.”

He guffawed. “Understatement of the year. I wish I could return him.”

A lightbulb went off in your head. “Return to sender.”

He pulled his phone out of his pocket and mimicked a call. “Hey, grandpa, yeah, it’s Zeke. Can you take Grisha back?”

“He’s broken; it doesn’t father properly,” you snickered.

“Listen, I know he’s your son but he’s worthless.”

“Every day he finds new ways to disappoint everyone.”

“We thought ruining his first marriage would’ve taught him to do better but here we are.”

“Please take back this ugly man you call your son.”

He snorted. “Whoa, whoa, whoa. Let’s slow down. I do kind of look like him.”

You stared blankly at him. “All the more reason to stand by what I said.”

You both broke out into a fit of laughter.

“Oh, fuck, kiddo. You’re too much.”

You punched his arm.

“We’re the same age, aren’t we? You have no reason to call me that.”

“It’s ironic. That’s charming, right? You’re into irony.”

You took a good look at him. He was right; you did have an affinity for irony.

“Charming? You? Ha!” you scoffed.

“I’ll have you know I’m a delight. People love me.”

“Psh.”

Again, he was right. He was endearing, easy to talk to. There was a reason everyone at school knew him. The teachers adored him and sang his praises. Girls whispered about him in the locker room. But oddly enough he wasn’t one of the “popular kids”. People talked about Zeke but they never talked to him. They treated him more as an idea, a concept, rather than a person.

“I’m a treat. You will never convince me otherwise.”

“Trust me, I wouldn’t bother. It’d be fruitless,” you said.

“So you’re admitting that I’m charming?”

“I guess.”

A smug expression crept upon his face. If you could’ve taken back those two words, you would have.

“The feeling is mutual,” he said in a singsong voice.

Your eyes widened and your face grew warm. Shit. Shit. Shit.

“Wow! Look at us! Two charming friends!” you called out nervously.

Idiot. You didn’t want to be friends! You wanted him to wrap his arms around you, call you kiddo even though it annoyed you, kiss you under the fucking stars! You cursed your mouth for betraying you. It crossed your mind to toss out a casual “jk” but you froze.

However the comment didn’t seem to bother Zeke.

“You know I can’t remember the last time someone actually called me their friend.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. How embarrassing is that.” He adjusted his glasses; clearly a nervous habit.

“I’ve heard more embarrassing things.”

He smiled. “Oh, good.”

“I don’t have many friends either, if it makes you feel better. I mean, other than Pieck I’m a bit of a loner.”

“I know, it never made sense to me.”

Jesus fucking Christ, was he trying to kill you with kindness?

You laughed nervously. “I think people think I’m a bit of bitch or standoffish. I could probably be friendlier.”

“Fuck that.” He lit another cigarette. “Want one?”

You shook your head.

He continued. “Being friendly is overrated. People take advantage of that. Plus you’re hardly bitchy. You just listened to me whine about my daddy issues. You’re a saint if anything.”

Again, he was laying it on thick. Calling you a saint was borderline too much to take.

“You have to stop. I’m gonna die if you keep gassing me up like this.”

He coughed. “Fine. You’re gross. The worst. I never want to see you and your nasty ass again.”

“There we go.”

He leaned his head on your shoulder again. The more you thought about his behavior it became clear he didn’t get much affection, platonic or otherwise. You still had an inkling he had a crush on you. But you decided to focus more on being a friend, someone he could come to. You knew a girlfriend could do those things, but romance seemed trivial. He didn’t need a love interest; he needed a buddy.

You were ripped away from your thoughts as you heard a faint vibration.

“Ugh. It’s my dad.”

Zeke got up and answered his phone.

“What?!” he shouted.

He wandered off. You could hear him arguing in the distance. Part of you wanted to run up and grab his phone and tell his dad off. But that would’ve been absolutely bonkers. You looked out at the view and tried to think about other things.

“Whatever. Bye.”

You heard footsteps behind you and the flicker of a lighter.

“What happened?” you asked; your voice filled with concern.

He stared at you. His grey eyes were lifeless.

“I gotta go.”

“Oh, okay,” you said with a frown.

“But I had fun. Thanks for hanging out with me. Are you gonna get home okay?”

“Yeah, I don’t live too far from here.”

You both stood in silence, staring at your shoes. Neither of you wanted to go home.

“Can I… escort you home?”

“Sure?”

His eyes lit up and he tossed his lit cigarette into the street. You prayed it didn’t start a fire.

“Cool! Let’s go!”

He picked up his bike and mounted it. You did the same.

“Race down the hill? I know it’s steep, but it’ll be fun,” he said with a goofy, boyish grin.

You usually weren’t reckless as grievous bodily harm was anything but appealing, but you said fuck it.

“Ladies first!” And with that you sped down the hill.

“Cheater!” Zeke shouted as he trailed after you.

Needless to say, you won the race.

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Chapter 9: Could've Been

Pairing: Eren Jaeger x f!reader

Rating: Explicit

cw: cunnilingus (face riding), vaginal sex (cowgirl), underaged drinking, angst

Summary: On the night of Alpha Tau’s fall formal, you finally do something that should have been done a long time ago.

Notes: Song is “Could’ve Been” by H.E.R. (ft. Bryson Tiller)

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In the days preceding Alpha Tau’s fall formal, Eren doesn’t hear a peep from her. The night he broke the news about taking Pieck as his date, she hung up on him without waiting for a goodbye. He should have predicted this type of reaction. Given how clingy she’s been in the past, he was hoping for a truce in the form of sex after a few days of letting it simmer. That’s how he lands back in her good graces time and time again.

Even with this radio silence, it doesn’t faze him much. He’s confident that he’s still got the upper hand. Once the weekend is over and she realizes nothing will happen between him and Pieck, the anger will subside; she’ll come crawling back. Eager and needy for him like always. Does he feel guilty for pissing her off? Sure, maybe just a bit. It is what it is.

Saturday afternoon, Eren and Armin head to Alpha Tau to board the first bus. Dressed in sweats and bags in hand, the two roommates part ways outside the house. Armin goes towards Annie, Hitch, and Connie. Eren is dragged to where Reiner, Sandra, and Bertolt wait. Pieck and the other Delta Mu sister, who Eren recognizes is Mikasa’s friend Louise, arrive five minutes later.

“Hi Eren,” Pieck says, a polite smile spread across her face.

“Hey. Thanks for coming with me.”

Louise stands next to Bertolt while Reiner hands out flasks to each of them, filled with what smells like vodka. He whispers, “Don’t worry, we have more bottles in our bags. We can refill at the hotel later.”

Sandra breaks away from their group to hug Hitch. Eren turns around to observe them, immediately making eye contact with Annie, who glares. He makes a mental note to steer clear of her the rest of the evening.

He scans the rest of the crowd to look for Mikasa and Jean. He doesn’t spot them, assuming they’ll be on the next bus scheduled to leave in half an hour. Mike is also noticeably missing.

Once boarded, Eren and Pieck sit beside each other in a comfortable silence for the first ten minutes of the ride. Attempting to initiate small talk, he reiterates, “Thank you again for coming with me to this.”

She giggles. “I’ll admit, I was a bit surprised to hear that you wanted to take me.”

“Why?” He sips from his flask, curious.

“I thought you’d take your girlfriend instead. You know, the one we played beer pong with at Halloween?” She says her name, causing Eren to sputter on his drink.

Whipping his head around to ensure no one else can hear them, he whispers, “What did you say?”

There’s a sly grin on her face as she responds, “It was very obvious. You couldn’t stop staring at her.”

“Well, she’s not my girlfriend. I barely know her,” he explains, hastily.

She raises a brow, studying him. “Who is she to you, then? It seems like there’s something going on between you two.”

“She’s no one,” he lies. A twinge of guilt spasms in his chest.

Shrugging, she relents. “Sorry for assuming. I guess I’m wrong.” She wears her pleasant smile again, unconcerned that she rocked his cool disposition. “Forget I said anything.”

He wasn’t expecting her name to be brought up at all tonight. It seems like everywhere he goes, she lingers, whether in his own mind or in that of others. It hasn’t been fifteen minutes into this bus ride, and he’s already flustered. He drinks more alcohol to suppress his feelings until she’s buried all the way in the back of his thoughts.

At the hotel, each brother checks into their room. Reiner, Bertolt, and Eren opt for single beds. Before they head up the elevator to their assigned floor, Armin passes by and mentions, “If you guys want to pre-game with us, we’re all rooming together in Room 310!”

Reiner scoffs. “No thanks. We’re going to have our own pre-game in my room.”

Sandra smacks him on the arm. “I want to hang out with Hitch. Let’s just pre-game in their room. It’s bigger and there will be more people. It’ll be way more fun.”

Reiner grumbles, “Fine. We’ll see you there. We’ll bring some of our alcohol.”

“Great! We brought some too. See you all in a bit!”

Up on the third floor, Eren and Pieck enter Room 324 in silence, both unsure what to talk about. He especially feels awkward after their conversation earlier on the bus. Pieck occupies the bathroom to change while he gets ready in one corner of the room. He decides on an all-black outfit comprised of a turtleneck sweater underneath his suit jacket, black slacks, and black oxfords. Pieck exits the bathroom, wearing a maroon floral dress that flows down to her ankles.

“You look great,” he compliments, as she puts on her shoes.

“Thank you!” she beams. “You too. You kinda look like a spy.”

He takes it as a compliment, focusing on his reflection in the mirror to style his hair in the classic man-bun. It’s only now that he recalls how Mike was the first to tie his hair up like this, way back at the beginning of the semester. You owe me if this gets you laid tonight, he remembers him saying. In a way, he does owe that idiot. He figures they’re even now, considering what happened on Halloween.

Thinking about him with her bothers Eren once again. But he takes solace knowing they won’t be together here. Rumor has it that the senior goes to formals alone on account of him notoriously getting too drunk to pay attention to his date. Certain this is still true, he isn’t concerned about running into her today. The evening will pass by smoothly. All according to plan.

He waits for Pieck to finish her makeup before heading down the hall to Room 310. Armin and Connie greet them, patting him on the back happily; Pieck goes over to the girls to introduce herself. Eren does his best to avoid the women, especially Annie, who continues to stare daggers at him every chance she gets.

The rest join soon after, the girls sticking together, the boys huddled in their own circle. Bertolt sneaks glances at Annie, who completely ignores him. Reiner miraculously does not make any offensive comments, a true rarity for him.

For the next hour, they drink while chatting, the girls casually dancing along to the music blasting through Connie’s speakers. Once it gets closer to 7:00 PM, they all pour whatever remaining liquor they have into their flasks to sneak downstairs. Eren is filling his with vodka when Annie intentionally bumps into him.

“Annie,” he nods.

“Jaeger,” she mutters, eyeing him with contempt.

He doesn’t say anything, not interested in conversing with her, predicting it will lead to the mention of a certain someone. She doesn’t give him a choice, though, as she begins speaking. “Pieck is nice. I hope you don’t lead her on, too.”

In a low voice, he responds, “I’m not interested in Pieck like that. I just had to bring someone.”

She scoffs, barely keeping herself quiet. Luckily, the music is loud enough to drown out their conversation. “I take back what I said to you last week. I don’t respect you at all. At least Reiner knows he’s an asshole and owns it. You on the other hand, you’re a lost cause. I still have no idea why she would associate with someone like you.”

“Can you just drop it already, Annie?” he hisses. “Can’t I have one night without her being thrown in my face like this?”

She blinks, a tiny smirk forming on her lips. “You have no idea, do you?”

“No idea about what?”

“Oh, nothing. You’ll see soon enough.” She steps away to join her friends again, leaving Eren to speculate on her ominous parting. It’s just Annie trying to get under his skin, which she always successfully does. Frustrated, he takes the whole vodka bottle and throws it back, swallowing a few shots worth until his throat burns.

Downstairs, the doors to the ballroom are open. Levi stands at the entrance greeting everyone as they enter. “Oi, pledges. Welcome to your first formal. Seating chart is over there.” He points to an easel with a large sign propped on it. “Have fun.”

Eren scans the poster for his name, seeing it listed under Table 3. He’s tipsy enough not to care who else is sitting with them. At the table, Marco is already seated next to his friend, a girl from the women’s soccer team. Petra from Sigma Nu Kappa sits next to an empty chair with a jacket slung over the back, presumably Levi’s. There are two remaining spots currently unoccupied.

They take their seats, Pieck chatting up the rest of the table as Eren examines his surroundings, trying to locate his friends. Armin and Connie are at a table with Erwin and his guest, Hange. Reiner and Bertolt sit three tables away with another brother and his date, SNK senior Nanabe. He has no idea where Mikasa and Jean are, neither of them making their appearance yet. The second bus should have already arrived, so he expects they’ll be making their grand entrance soon.

The venue continues to fill up, people situated in their seats, snacking on the appetizers. Most of the seniors are in line at the bar to purchase drinks, besides Levi, who is sober monitor.

Eren takes swigs from his flask, letting the vodka continue to take its effects on his mind and body. He feels good. Relaxed. Tonight, there will be no drama, exactly the way he planned it. If he keeps consuming liquor, she’ll remain in the furthest corner of his mind.

Still, the tiniest part of him misses her. But that’s what the alcohol is for. Forgetting.

He sits facing away from the doorway, so when Petra’s face lights up and Levi smirks, saying, “Ah, finally,” Eren has to physically turn around to see who it is they are talking to.

As soon as he recognizes them, the heat from the liquor seems to rush straight out of his body, leaving him frozen in place.

~~~

The week leading up to Alpha Tau’s formal, you start scheming. The infuriating phone call with Eren was just the fuel you needed to get you fired up.

Every decent quality about him, from his undeniable sex appeal to the occasional loving gestures, has been forced into the most secluded crevices of your mind. Instead, you let all the crummy details about him surface.

He took advantage of your naivety, knowing you were inexperienced and desperate for any form of affection. After he lured you in, he manipulated you into thinking you were special, that your many moonlight trysts with one another had to be kept a secret. As if it was so fucking romantic to keep you hidden away like his most prized possession when he was really trying to find more treasure elsewhere.

Worst of all, he won’t let you go. He has to have you. String you along until it’s the right time for him to toss you aside once he grows tired of you. Until you become an overused and rejected toy withering away into the worst version of yourself, all while he replaces you with someone shinier and new.

The only way to avoid that is to end it with him first. Officially and for good.

No more empty promises, no more subtle blows to your confidence and self-worth. No more heartbreak. You won’t allow him to desecrate your fragile heart any longer.

The easy route would be to have a private discussion about it. Maybe after the event, so you don’t ruin his fun weekend plans. But you don’t want it to be easy. You want it to be satisfying. Meaningful. You want it to hurt; not enough to mangle him, but just enough to leave a scar. If he ever becomes a better person later in life, he’ll always remember what he did to you, hopefully determined not to repeat the same mistakes.

Your plan is set in motion. The first step is to get yourself at Alpha Tau’s formal. On Wednesday, Armin invites you and Mikasa over to the fraternity house to eat dinner. You sit with Mike at one of the tables. Mikasa, who wants you at formal for her own selfish reasons, and Armin sit beside you. You plan to bombard the senior to bring you. It’s a known fact that Mike goes stag to these dances, the reason being that he always gets too drunk to pay enough attention to whoever he’s taking.

It doesn’t take much to convince him, though. You proposition him, explaining how much fun the two of you will have together, how you won’t mind if he gets blackout drunk. Even offering to take care of him if in the morning in case he has a hangover.

“Okay. I’ll make an exception for you. By the way, breakfast burritos are my go-to hangover cure.”

You smile at him. “Noted.”

“Do you think they’ll still let her go even though it’s past the deadline?” Armin asks.

“Erwin and Levi are my best friends. They’ll let me do anything, don’t worry. You will be my date this Saturday,” he emphasizes, winking.

With step one complete, the next move is to make a grand entrance.

Thursday afternoon, Mikasa, Annie, and Hitch accompany you to the mall to pick out your outfit. Your roommate suggests a red dress, similar to one that she’s planning to wear. Annie and Hitch, fully aware of your Eren situation, recommend a black, off-the-shoulder bodycon, coming down just past your knees. Complete with a side slit the runs up mid-thigh. A revenge dress.

Out of the fitting room, Mikasa let’s out a low whistle. “Okay, forget I even suggested red because this is everything.”

“You look hot!” Hitch exclaims.

“It’s perfect,” Annie says.

In it, you feel confident, beautiful, and most of all, powerful. You’re ready to pull the rug out from under him in one fell swoop.

Saturday arrives. At the hotel, you and Mike check into your single room. By the time you’re finished in the bathroom, you hear a soft knock on the door. Upon opening it, Mike, handsome and suave in his navy-blue suit, looks you up and down. “You look fucking amazing.”

You smile at him. “Thank you. So do you.”

The two of you share this unspoken agreement to remain friends, maybe with a couple benefits here and there. However, your main focus tonight is to deal with Eren.

“We better head to Erwin’s room now before I get any ideas.” Giving you one more look, he turns around to collect his bottle of Hennessy, waiting for you to slip into your heels.

Down the hall, Erwin, Hange, Petra, and Levi share a room, where they host the pre-game. Mikasa and Jean eventually join, as well as some other seniors. The president and vice president leave first to set up downstairs, dragging their dates along with them. One by one, more people leave until it’s just you, Mike, Mikasa, and Jean.

As it gets closer to dinnertime, you wobble towards the ballroom, tipsy and giggly from the cognac. Mike tries to hold you steady, but he’s no better off. You take a quick look at the seating chart, noting your assignment. Mikasa follows Jean to the other side of the room as you and Mike make your way to Table 3, finding it already mostly occupied. Petra and Levi, who you just saw, greet you with amused expressions on their faces.

It takes you a minute to register that Eren is seated at the same table, staring at you with wide eyes and a clenched jaw. This is not a part of your plan.

Regardless, this is going to be fun.

Avoiding his gaze, you and Mike occupy the empty seats between Pieck and Levi. You acknowledge your neighbor with a smile, who returns it.

“I love your dress. You look so pretty!” you compliment her.

“Thank you. You look pretty, too.”

You continue to chat with Pieck, completely ignoring Eren, who is visibly uncomfortable beside her.

You’re not exactly sure what the next step in your plan is yet. Once you made it to the dance, you figure you’d toy with him, flaunt your sexy black dress in his face until he’s drooling. And if you have the chance to catch him alone tonight, then you’d confront him, ending your relationship once and for all. But there’s no way to predict if that opportunity will ever come, considering how unlikely it is to get a moment alone together. Deciding to go with the flow, you try to relax, relishing the way Eren sneaks subtle glances at you.

Dinner starts. Mike is already on his third drink from the bar, speech slurred, tie loosened. Definitely drunk. Levi attempts to slow him down by switching his cocktail with a glass of water, which works until Mike finally notices the difference. By the time the entrees are out, he gets up once more for another rum and coke.

For the first time all night, you hear Eren speak. “He’s fucking wasted.” There’s malice in his voice, clearly annoyed.

Levi shrugs. “He always does this at formals.”

Eren rolls his eyes. “It’s distracting.”

Petra chimes in. “Oh, he’s harmless.”

He stands up abruptly, rattling the table. “Whatever. I’m getting some punch.”

You wait a minute or two to make your move. “I’m going to get punch too. Anybody want anything?”

Pieck says, “I’d like some, please.”

“You got it. I’ll be right back.”

Eren is alone when you approach the refreshments table, opposite side of the room from where the bar is. He takes a sip from his punch before reaching into his pocket for a flask. He notices you as you pour two cups of punch for yourself and Pieck.

He looks around, making sure the coast is clear. “What are you doing here?”

“Oh, so you’re actually speaking to me in public now?”

He ignores that, repeating, “What are you doing here?”

“I’m getting myself and your date punch, since you aren’t doing it yourself.”

Taking a deep breath, he mutters, “You know what I mean. Why didn’t you tell me you were coming here with Mike?”

“Why should I? You never told me that you were going to bring Pieck until after the fact. And as far as I know, we don’t have to tell each other anything. You’re not my boyfriend.”

He blinks at you, seemingly at a loss for words. You continue to glare at him, waiting for a response.

After a couple of seconds, he murmurs, “This is different.”

“How?”

“I have no intentions of fucking Pieck. But Mike…I know he’s trying to fuck you.”

“Is that all I’m good for? Sex? Has it ever crossed your mind that Mike actually likes me?” Your composure is beginning to crack.

“Come on, I see the way he looks at you. He’s a fucking skeeze,” he spits out.

“So what? At least he talks to me. Acknowledges my existence.”

He swallows hard, saying in a low voice, “That’s not fair.”

“Well, it’s the truth.”

You stare at one another, neither of you backing down. You’re tempted to tell him it’s over, that you want to end it with him. But it still doesn’t feel like the right time yet. Maybe you want it to hurt a little more.

As you turn around to walk back to the table, you hear him say, “You look beautiful, by the way. You are beautiful.”

Shit. You promised yourself you wouldn’t fall for his sweet talk. Every time he calls you that, your heart flutters.

Without responding, you walk away from him and back to your seat, handing Pieck her punch. Mike is back in his chair, scarfing down his steak. A few minutes later, Eren sits down, clearing his throat nervously. Focused on the plate of food in front of you, his compliment replays in your head like lyrics to your favorite song. You grip your fork tightly, upset for wavering, trying to convince yourself that it doesn’t mean anything.

You eat your meal in peace, casually chatting with the others, except for Eren, who remains sullen and quiet. Dessert is served and there’s a couple of minutes for everyone to digest and socialize. Erwin makes a quick announcement, thanking all of the brothers for a great semester, despite last year’s scandal. He even gives a special shoutout to Sigma Nu Kappa for a successful partnership, helping them regain their well-received reputation. He signals to the DJ, who starts up the music again, formally opening up the dancefloor.

“Let’s go,” Eren mumbles to Pieck.

She has an excited expression on her face as she asks, “Are we going to dance?”

“No, we’re going to Reiner’s table. C’mon.”

Frowning, she follows him to where Reiner and Bertolt sit with their dates, looking bored and unenthused.

Grinning at Mike, you yank his wrist, beckoning him to the dancefloor. He gives you a goofy smile and follows, joining your friends who already started dancing. More people surround you, creating a lively atmosphere as the music blares through the speakers.

Mike dances behind you, sliding his hands around your waist to pull you in closer. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, the bold scent of liquor emanating from his warm breath. You feel the vibrations on your skin as he hums along to the song.

You place your hands over his, swinging your hips in rhythm to the music as he moves with you. You glance over to where Eren’s sits, sulking right alongside Reiner and Bertolt, their poor guests watching the rest of the crowd in envy. Once in a while, your eyes meet; you quickly look away to turn your attention back to Mike and the rest of your friends.

~~~

The last person Eren expects to see tonight is her. Yet, here she is, gorgeous and stunning, exactly like in his fantasies. She wears that dress as if it was tailored to her and only her. It’s perfection.

Except for the fact that Mike is wrapped around her like a fucking snake.

The universe has a funny way of messing with Eren. And rightfully so, considering what an asshole he’s been. Still, this form of punishment seems a little too cruel.

He watches from a distance as he slithers all over her, practically salivating on her, similar to a beast in the wild preparing for a feast. Eren’s skin crawls with rage and jealousy.

“You’re not going to dance, are you?” he hears Sandra ask Reiner, who slouches lazily in his seat.

“Nope.”

Rolling her eyes, she says, “Fine. I’m going to join Hitch and her friends then. You’re boring.”

“Whatever, have fun with those freaks,” he mumbles.

Suddenly, Eren feels a tap on his shoulder, finding Pieck and Louise standing together with their purses in hand. “Louise and I are going back to campus. She’s not feeling well.”

He quickly turns around to look at Bertolt, who’s propped up on his elbow against the table, looking absolutely disinterested.

Facing the girls again, he asks Pieck, “You have to go too?”

She nods. “Yeah, I don’t want her to go alone.”

“Are you coming back?”

“I don’t think so. Honestly, you’re not a fun person.”

Ouch. Her bluntness stings. Can he blame her, though? He’s not exactly a bundle of joy right now.

“Anyways, our Uber is coming, so we’re just going to wait outside.” They walk towards the exit, leaving the three moody Alpha Tau brothers alone.

Eren leans back in his chair, defeated. He envisioned formal differently. In his imagination, he’s having fun with her as his date. He should be out there right now, not Mike. Dancing, smiling, and laughing around their friends. Happy and carefree together. Instead, he’s sitting in the corner, pretending to be too cool to have a good time.

It's his own fault. He refuses to admit it out loud, but he did let Reiner influence his decisions. Is he really that desperate to create a reputation for himself that won’t matter in a few years? Maybe even in a few months? At the rate he’s going, he’ll be known for being a dud anyways. It’s not like he was actively trying to be a fuck boy, considering he’s only ever wanted to be with her since they started.

Besides, what’s so bad about dating a Sigma Nu Kappa? Reiner is the only one who seems to have an issue with it. On his big brother’s word alone, Eren has been convinced that dating an SNK girl is a disgrace. He didn’t even think to question it until now. There’s nothing wrong with them. Sure, Annie can be scary most of the time, but he recognizes how loyal she is to those she cares about. Mikasa has been his friend for years, and while she can be just as intense as he is, she loves her friends fiercely.

And with her, he can’t think of any major flaws. To him, she’s beautiful, inside and out.

He lays his head on the table, confused about his feelings, which are constantly in limbo. So much so that even he can’t keep up with himself. Again, he wonders why this is more difficult than it needs to be. Is he that afraid of falling in love?

From his peripheral, he notices her and Mike walk off the dancefloor. The senior heads straight to the bar while she exits the ballroom. Without thinking, Eren follows her from a distance. In the hotel lobby, he watches her make her way outside, probably to cool herself down after nearly an hour of dancing.

He sinks into one of the couches, waiting for her to reappear. He wants a moment alone, just the two of them. Away from the crowd, uninterrupted by the music. Most of all, he wants to invite her to his room now that he has it all to himself. This is an opportunity he didn’t think he’d get at all today. He’ll regret it if he doesn’t take advantage of it.

Once she’s back in the lobby, she heads down the hallway leading to the bathrooms. Giving him the opening he’s been wishing for all night.

~~~

After an hour of dancing, you feel yourself overheating from the constant movement and the heat radiating from the crowd. You and Mike decide to take a break. He leaves for the bar to take shots with Erwin and the other seniors. Sweat beading on your forehead, you make your way outside, in dire need for fresh air. Pieck and Louise are huddled, standing at the curb.

“Are you two leaving already?” you ask, waving your hand across your face like a fan, still burning up from all the dancing.

Pieck replies, “Yeah. Louise isn’t feeling well, so we’re going back.”

“Oh no! Are you alright? Do you need medicine or anything?”

Louise grins, answering, “Do you have a pill for someone dying of boredom? Because that’s what I need for Bertolt.”

Surprised and amused at her joke, you chuckle, “What do you mean?”

“He barely talks! Every time I try to start a conversation, he only gives me one-word answers. And he keeps ogling at Annie. That dude has it so bad for her, it’s sad.”

“So you’re not really sick?”

“Of course not. I just needed an excuse to get us out of there.”

Laughing, you look over at Pieck. “How about you? Were you not having fun either?”

She shrugs, that same polite smile on her face. “Not really.”

“You should have joined us on the dancefloor!”

She laughs. “But how would I get out of spending the night in the same room as Eren? I figured it’s better to just bail completely.” She pauses, then says, “You know, he’s always staring at you.”

Surprised by her observation, you look at her, silently waiting for her to explain further.

“It was just like at the Halloween party. Either he really hates you or he’s absolutely crazy about you. I’m guessing it’s the latter.”

You look down at the ground, flustered. “I don’t know about that.”

She leans in to nudge you gently in the arm. “It’s pretty obvious he’s got a thing for you. I even told him earlier today how I was surprised that he was taking me instead of you. His girlfriend.”

“I am not his girlfriend. I’m sure he told you that, too.”

“Yeah, he did. But he’s a dumb, immature boy. Of course he’s too proud to admit it.”

“I don’t think it’s pride that’s getting in his way. It’s his ego.” Fearing you revealed too much, you veer off. “Anyways, I’m sorry you two didn’t have a good time.”

“At least the food was good,” Louise comments. Her phone chimes. “Oh, our Uber is almost here. Tell Mikasa I say bye! I didn’t get a chance to tell her I’m leaving.”

“Will do. Have a safe ride home!” You bid them farewell then walk back into the lobby, the distinct thump of the bass resounding from the ballroom. Still feeling sticky with sweat, you head to the bathroom down an empty hallway to blot your face and touch up your makeup.

As you exit, you notice Eren leaning against the wall, waiting for you. The two of you hold each other’s gaze for a few seconds before he suddenly takes you by the wrist and leads you farther into the hall, hidden behind a large plant.

Back pressed to the wall, trapped by both his hands at either side of your head, you stare at him wide-eyed as he studies you with uneven breaths. You swallow hard, muttering his name.

One of his hands slide over your shoulder, fingertips tickling your skin gently until they’re at your wrist. He brings your hand up to his lips and scatters soft kisses in between your knuckles.

“My date left, so I have the room all to myself. Room 324. Come by,” he whispers, kissing the inside of your wrist. “Please.”

You feel your heart race and a familiar sensation fluttering below your belly as he continues to kiss you, green eyes peering at you longingly.

“I’m with Mike,” you stutter, suddenly shy under his gaze.

“Well, if he’s too drunk to get it up, you know where to find me,” he teases, smiling into your skin. He drops your hand and cups your cheek, leaning in closer. “Can I kiss you?”

Every fiber of your being is screaming at you to refuse his advances. But one kiss wouldn’t hurt, right? You reach for the collar of his sweater and push your lips together. His tongue slips inside your mouth in an instant, eager for a taste.

You pull away from him. “Maybe I don’t want to see you later tonight.”

He flashes a cocky smirk. “Sure. Whatever you say.”

You’re tempted to kiss him once more. Instead, you push him off and walk away, heading back into the ballroom.

Mike is slouched onto Levi’s shoulder at your table. When Levi spots you, he yells out, “Oi, I think I’m going to bring him back to your room now. He’s pretty much passed out.”

You sit beside them, stroking Mike’s arm. “Is he okay?”

“Yeah, he’s fine. Just piss drunk. Feel free to hang out here for a little while longer.”

“No, it’s okay. I’ll help you,” you offer. “Just in case.”

“Alright. Let’s go.”

The two of you sling Mike’s arms over your shoulders, carrying him as he drags his feet languidly. Once you’re back inside your room, you and Levi carefully place him on the bed, where he shifts around until he’s snuggled with a pillow, grunting occasionally. Levi snorts, “Idiot.”

He looks to you and says, “Thanks for helping me. Sorry he’s like this.”

“No worries. I’m not mad. I should have expected this.”

Levi leaves, heading back as you sit at the edge of the bed, watching Mike snore noisily. You fill a glass of water and set it on the dresser beside him in case he needs to hydrate. You poke him with your finger, which only causes him to mumble something incoherent. To be fair, you were warned about this.

You hear your phone vibrate in your purse. There’s one new message:

Eren: I’m in my room now

Staring at the text, you contemplate your next move. This is the opportunity you were hoping for. A moment alone with Eren, a chance to fulfill what you need to do. Despite all the anger and resentment you harbor for him, there’s still a part of you that desires to be with him one last time.

Letting your feet lead you to Room 324, you decide to give in to one more moment of weakness.

~~~

Eren sits at the end of the bed, staring at the text message he just sent, eagerly waiting for a response. Tapping his foot nervously, he checks his phone every five seconds to make sure he isn’t missing anything.

Ten grueling minutes pass and a gentle knock on the door stirs his insides. He takes a deep breath and opens the door, thrilled to see her, still in her sensual black dress that’s been tantalizing him all fucking night.

He pulls her into the room, double locking the door when it shuts. Squishing her adorable cheeks between his palms, he leans forward and kisses her hungrily, tongue licking her lips and grazing her teeth. Desperate to taste every bit of her that he’s been deprived of all week long.

They lie on the bed, him on top of her, his hands roaming her body starting from her neck down to her legs. Flirting with the seductive slit exposing her thighs. The dress is skintight, hugging every inch of her figure flawlessly. His cock is already hard beneath his slacks, and they haven’t even undressed yet.

“Take my clothes off,” she breathes out, rolling to her side to show him the zipper. He obeys, marveling at her bare back as he splits the dress open. He trails kisses along the skin he uncovers. She slides the dress off at her shoulders, where he gives her a nibble, resulting in that cute giggle he loves hearing so much.

“Don’t giggle like that with anyone else. Only me,” he demands, kissing her sloppily as he shoves her dress lower to reveal her breasts. He hovers over her, sucking at one of her nipples until it’s plump and taut between his lips.

“Fuck,” she moans, squirming beneath him as she wiggles out of her dress completely. In record time, Eren strips off all of his clothes, leaving just his briefs, barely concealing his erection.

“I’ve missed you,” he whispers, mouth surrounding her other tit as his fingers drift to her arousal, rubbing at the wet spot of her black lace panties. “I’ve missed this pretty pussy, too.”

He slips his middle finger pass the fabric, collecting the slick from her entrance to rub onto her clit. Upon contact, her hips buck, begging for more of his touch. With a chuckle, he releases her nipple from his mouth to suck on a spot on her neck, hard enough to leave a mark. He buries his nose in the divot of her collarbone, inhaling her intoxicating, familiar scent.

“Can I taste you?” he asks, dying to quench his thirst, willing to drown in her arousal.

She nods, fingers hooking the hem of her underwear to remove them. He slides them off her, eyeing her naked body greedily.

“Sit on my face. I want it to drip into my mouth.”

She curses under her breath, scooting over for him to lie down. He can’t help but smile as she straddles him, gripping the headboard and slowly lowering her hips so her pussy is flush against his lips.

“Don’t hold back, baby. Ride my face like you ride my cock.” With his hands on her hips, he sucks on her clit until she’s whining in pleasure, slick trickling out of her slit and onto his chin.

She rocks back and forth, obeying his instructions like the good girl she’s always been.

“Come all over my face, baby. Get that pussy really wet for my cock.”

Moaning, she ruts against him faster, his lips surrounding her as he flicks her clit with his tongue rapidly. Cum coats his mouth and chin. She carefully lifts herself off, kneeling besides him, eyes glazed over from her orgasm.

Sitting up to face her, he caresses her cheek, pulling her in for a passionate kiss. He takes his time, appreciating her supple lips and the subtle contrast of his rough thumb brushing over the delicate skin of her cheekbone. He reaches down his briefs, sliding them off and tossing them to the floor. He strokes his cock, craving to feel her lush walls squeeze tightly around him.

~~~

Eren breaks away, slightly out of breath, whispering, “Can you ride me? I want to see your face.”

The words slip out of his mouth, smooth like butter, enticing as ever. You nod, granting his request. Knowing this will be the last time.

He lies back down, gazing at you. You straddle his lap, rubbing your wet folds against him before you position your entrance at the tip of his dick. Without using your hands, you slide onto him, feeling the vibrations from his gravely moans reverberate through his chest.

You ride him slowly, thrusting your ass onto his hard cock. He squeezes your hips, directing you to move faster. You resist, determined to set your own pace. For once, you’re in control, not him.

“Fuck, you’re so good. You’re so fucking good to me,” he chants as you grind onto his lap. You start moaning along with him, succumbing to the pleasure, leaning onto his chest, and listening to his racing heartbeat. He keeps one hand at your waist; the other at the nape of your neck, pulling you in closer.

“God, you’re beautiful. I’m so lucky. I’m so fucking lucky,” he whispers to you, lips grazing your ear. You tilt your head up to meet his gaze.

“Kiss me,” he says, staring at you with soft eyes, yearning for you.

You lean in to brush your lips against his, making him think everything is fine. Sending him to Cloud 9 so that he can crash down onto the cold, hard dirt once you’re through with him.

After a few minutes of fucking, he mutters, “I’m sorry.”

The apology catches you off guard. He’s pulling every weapon out of his arsenal, his velvety words attempting to latch on to you like a leech.

“I’m sorry about tonight. I’ll make it up to you, okay? I promise.”

You don’t respond. With your eyes shut, you continue to ride him, letting your second orgasm build up.

He caresses your cheek again, thumb brushing the soft skin right below your eye. “Baby, please look at me.”

His expression is sincere; there’s warmth in the way he looks at you, affection in the small smile he displays.

“I’m yours, okay? I’m all yours.”

You’re close. It’s almost over. He’s tugging at your heartstrings like he never has before. But this time, it’s not enough. You’re not falling for it anymore.

“I promise you; everything is going to be okay,” he whispers, kissing your forehead, voice trembling.

He makes promises just as easily as he breaks them. You’ve lost trust in him completely. His words mean nothing. They no longer have this everlasting hold on you.

Still silent except for the soft whines that escape from your lips, you ride him faster, wanting to milk him for all he’s worth. Take advantage of him the way he has with you.

“Fuck,” he groans, planting his feet onto the bed and moving his hips in rhythm with your thrusts. “You’re going to make me come, sweetie. Is that what you want?”

You nod into his neck, his hands now holding you in place as he starts pounding into your pussy relentlessly.

“Okay, baby. I’ll give it to you. I’m all yours. All yours,” he repeats, fucking you until you reach your orgasm, letting the pleasure sweep through you.

Soon after, he groans a drawn out, “Fuck,” as you feel his hot load fill you up.

He holds you in his arms, no rush to let you go. Nose pressed into the top of your head, inhaling and exhaling deeply. You savor the steady cadence of his heartbeat, the rise and fall of his chest, the warmth of his skin. Letting yourself imagine only for a short moment that this is what could’ve been if it was any different with you two. Nostalgic for a relationship that never really existed to begin with. One that was doomed from the start.

Maybe you’ll meet again in another lifetime. One where it’s genuine. Painless. Easy.

Just not this one.

His arms loosen as soon as you initiate movement. You remain silent as you pick your dress off the floor and carry it with you into the bathroom. The knob turned all the way to hot, you wait as the heat from the shower fills the space with a steamy cloud. Stepping in carefully, you let the water rinse any cum and sweat from your body, erasing all traces of Eren.

When you’re finally cleansed, you dry yourself with a towel and slip into your black dress. Studying your reflection in the mirror, you take a few deep breaths, preparing for your final act.

~~~

Eren cannot stop smiling.

He’s lying on the bed, palms behind his head, arms splayed out to the sides. Cock glistening with cum. Sheets messy, pillows disheveled all from their love making. He’s in fucking paradise. Whenever they have sex, he always feels on top of the world. Totally and utterly elated. Soaring on Cloud 9.

The best part is that it’s not Mike who she’ll be spending the rest of the night with. It’s him. Eren is the winner. He gets the prize.

It doesn’t even bother him how he uprooted his buried feelings for her. He’ll blame it on the alcohol, which has since dissipated from his bloodstream nearly an hour ago. Or he’ll blame it on being caught up in their fuck fest. Either way, it seems she’s no longer mad at him. He’s got everything under control.

Several minutes pass before she comes out of the bathroom, wearing her black dress. He stretches his arms out, beckoning her back into bed. “Come here, baby. Let’s cuddle.”

She leans down to collect her heels and purse from the floor. “I’m leaving.”

He grins at her odd joke. “Baby, stop kidding around. Come here.”

“I’m leaving,” she repeats. “I don’t want to do this anymore.”

The smile fades, his brain slowly processing the words coming out of her mouth. “What? What are you talking about?”

“Eren, I’m ending this. It’s over. You and me. We’re done.”

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leonhardt-simp · 1 year

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I’ve Got You.

[Werewolf AU] | drabble/mini scenario

Pieck x f! reader

summary: pieck understands that it will take you awhile before everything goes back to normal.

author’s note: HELLO! WE BACK AT IT AGAIN! Thank you for requesting this! I’m basically treating it like a sequel to the sequel of my previous pieck fanfic 💀

Reblogs welcomed ! | Requests : Open !

It took you a long few weeks before the hospital let you go, they didn’t want to risk anything that could potentially go missed. Especially, cause the attack on you was something that happened very rarely in the town.

Nothing would ever stick though since everyone who got attacked either died or survived and moved on with their lives.

But, you couldn’t.

The smallest chore made you anxious, your eyes darted towards shadows at night since the attack. You wondered if this was how normality would be like from now on.

Pieck could see you though, since you got back you distanced yourself from the rest of her pack. She could understand but she felt a sense of hurt.

She was one of those monsters, the monsters that had you turned away from her whenever you both slept together now.

As much as it did hurt her to see you this way, this didn’t stop her from doing things for you.

Anything you needed, she was there to give it to you.

If you asked her to take you away from the town, she would. You held everything of her, she wanted nothing but comfort for you.

You were conscious of it whenever she would help you redress your bandages, or whenever she would help you out of bed.

The one thing you notice, she didn’t transform in front of you. Those sleepy wolf naps, now replaced with human Pieck naps.

Even asleep in human form, she seemed so peaceful. You would sometimes have to stare at her, the nerves of anything bothering you seemingly disappearing. It was peaceful.

News got around fast about your wellbeing, despite being home for only a few days.

“They would like to see you…” Pieck cautiously brought up, your breath getting caught in your throat at the idea.

“You don’t have to though, I know you’re still cautious about them..” Pieck would gently caress your hand in hers. Her eyes slowly shifted up to meet yours, expressing nothing but understanding.

The image of that shadowy wolf would haunt your mind from time to time, the pain of your injuries not helping with the scary thoughts.

“I-… I don’t know-… I just-” The thought overwhelmed you.

With a kiss to your knuckles, you seemed to ease up, just a bit. “It’s okay if you’re not ready yet, my love.” She reassured while you both sat side-by-side on the couch.

You could see her slight disappointment but she would never put you in an uncomfortable situation. “But-” You interjected, wanting to give her something but you were met with a head shake and that all too polite smile.

“I don’t want to you to be uncomfortable. Especially since I know how rowdy they can get.” She giggled with a hand over her mouth slightly, her other hand on yours gently gripping it in reassurance.

She wasn’t wrong, you remembered many nights ago how excited they always got whenever Piecky brought you around to those cabins. Sasha almost knocked into Ymir, then Ymir into Hange, then Hange knocked Annie’s food onto the floor.

You couldn’t help but laugh a little at the memory cause Annie just stood looking down at the food with a disappointed look.

Pieck perked up at your laugh, her head tilting in confusion.

“What’s funny?” She asked

You both sat closer together, your head moving in close to lean against her shoulder. “If we meet them again…” You closed your eyes tightly to get rid of the image of that scary wolf from that night. “Will you be with me?…”

There was silence before you felt her shift to turn towards you, holding your face in your hands. When you opened your eyes you saw nothing but a sad eyed Pieck. Eyes that held determination, regret…but mostly love.

“I will never EVER let something like that happen to you again, Y/N. I’ll always be with you.” She swore with such a soft tone.

“You will never have to go through that again… I’m..” Her mask was beginning to fall slightly when she closed her eyes, her eyebrows contorting slightly with sadness.

Her eyes slightly glossy but she held herself together, her face leaning in to press a gentle peck against your forehead. You closed your eyes at the feel of her lips,

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there to protect you…. But I will now.” Pieck was determined to keep her oath to you. She leaned her forehead against yours, her hands moving to hold your hands.

“I promise.” Your eyes widened at her tone change.

These wounds of yours were a reminder of what could have been but Pieck kept you leveled to know she wasn’t that monster.

No one from her side was.. But there was always a shadow following you… however… Seeing Pieck desperately make it known that she was always by your side, you felt safer.

Soon enough,

one day,

there in the bathroom as your partner rewrapped your wounds, her hands delicately cleaning the area, you decided you wanted to take that step once more.

“I wanna see them again.” You spoke, her hands stilling in surprise.

Pieck was excited to have you come back, but with everything she made sure you weren’t pushing yourself. “You know I can wait, right?” She reminded you.

You shook your head, turning your body to face her as you sat on the toilet lid, her hands retracting from you as you both stared deeply into each other’s eyes. “I know… but… you’ll be there with me.” You expressed, seeing her expression shift and her eyes softening as she nodded.

Her soft lips giggled and she reached over for the bandages. “I’ll let them know then to be calm about it.” She was happy herself. You could probably see her imaginary tail beginning to wag. You knew she missed being out in the nature, you did too.

The funny memories, the laughs, the experiences you both shared.

You were safe with Pieck. She was your safe space.

If you had her near, that shadowy monster would disappear and be replaced with a loving woman ready for you with open arms.

#pieck finger x reader #pieck x reader #pieck is a soft lover #pieck aot #aot scenarios #aot fic #aot x reader #aot imagines #this isn’t proofread but it’s okay !

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mochimooon · 6 months

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DTF Only (Tinder Wh*re) - eren jaeger x reader 18+

pairing: Eren Jaeger x afab! Reader summary: On a six-day Tinder streak, you don't plan to stop for Friday night. Especially when Eren invites you out for a drink. word count: 4500+ notes: Part 7 of DTF Only. Aight, first time writing fanon! Eren. Ya'll know what to expect here. As always indented text refers to reader's messages. warnings: smut, explicit content, explicit language, oral sex (f! receiving), exhibitionism, semi-public sex, degradation, alcohol consumption, toxic power-play, name-calling, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex ☻ masterpost☻

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+ !!

Pieck’s message lights up your phone.

Another one???

You’ve outdone yourself. Six dates in a row and your streak continues tonight.

The latest match, Eren invited you for a round of drinks. Simple and low-key.

As far as appearance goes, you’re mesmerized. His striking features had you scrolling through both his profile and Instagram (included in his bio). Green eyes, tan skin, dark brown hair that fell just shy of his shoulders, styled mostly in a haphazard bun. Not to mention the number of shirtless selfies, it’s obvious: he knows he’s hot.

Arrogance isn’t usually your flavor, but glimpses of a tongue ring challenge you to expand your palate.

He’s such a WHORE!! You can just tell

Yep. Whore-vibes. And that tongue ring…😛

lol, freak. I’m so proud of you. One week and you’re already thinking Colt who?

You laugh at that, albeit it’s a hollow one. A week later and you’re still not sure how to feel, and a part of you is concerned some untapped feelings will catch up to you later.

Despite the fun you’ve had on these dates, Colt has creeped into your mind a few times, mainly because he’s the last person you were with. However, thoughts of him don’t linger long enough by the time you’re getting busy with your Tinder matches.

Still, you do wonder what he’s up to.

Is he on Tinder too in his city? If so, you don’t feel anything strongly about that.

Just then, you get a new text message.

Heading out now See you there ;)

Much like the other guys, you and Eren had exchanged personal numbers. You had no problem with it, preferring it that way you could call them if you had to, and vice versa.

Almost ready 😊 Be there soon

…

It’s easy to find Eren at the bar. You might be pushing your luck, but you’re grateful that every guy you’ve matched with looks like their pictures (and even better in person).

He’s snagged a table near the bar, a negroni, barely touched, indicating that he hasn’t been waiting long. As you approach, you take this opportunity to assess him, and your face warms the closer you get to the table.

He’s…attractive, almost painfully so. An effortless kind of swagger in the way he sits on the chair, elbow bent over the edge, a hand stretched out on the table, tapping his fingers. You’re surprised that he’s not mobbed by a flood of men and women right now.

Walking past the bouncer, green eyes zero in on you, lighting up like a radar.

Eren gets to his feet, gliding forth to say your name in a smooth low tone. “Hey there, pretty girl.”

You shiver from the toned muscle you’re pressed against. “Hi, Eren, nice to meet you.”

“I opened up a tab,” he says as he returns to his seat. “Someone will come over and you can place an order.” As he speaks, you’re given the first glimpse of that tongue ring.

You force yourself to look away to keep from drooling over it. “Cool, thank you. I didn’t keep you waiting long, did I?”

“Nah. Barely placed this order.” He points to the negroni. “You’re good.”

A waitress comes by in a second to take your drink order.

“A tab’s open already,” Eren tells her. “Under Jaeger.”

You pause, mind reeling from the name. You wave it off. “Is this your go-to spot?"

Eren finishes a sip, nodding. “Yeah, my friend used to bartend here after college, and he always had the hook-ups. He doesn’t work here anymore, so the perks are gone, but it’s still a nice place to grab drinks.”

Your drink arrives a few minutes later, as you tell Eren about your week, omitting your previous Tinder escapades. He nods and hums to acknowledge that he’s listening, but his eyes are in deep thought, wandering from your face to your lips, down your neck with an indifferent expression.

When you pause to have more of your cocktail, a smirk ghosts Eren’s lips.

“So...let’s hear about this ex-boyfriend.”

You raise a brow, taken aback. Not once did you mention Colt, so you’re at a loss as to why Eren would dig for that sort of detail.

Confused and a little peeved, you say, “That’s an awkward thing to ask about on a first date.”

“I have a sixth sense.” Eren doesn’t parse his words. “Most women on Tinder are fresh out of a breakup and want to get under someone to forget them.” He shrugs. “Not judging at all. I’m more than happy to offer my service.”

Your brows knit together, unsure of what to do think of that. “Sounds like a hot take. I’m not going to talk about past relationships. It’s boring.”

This yields the opposite reaction you wanted from Eren. Because instead of dropping it, he leans closer, brow arched, ears peeled ready for gossip. “He was boring? How so?”

You purse your lips, averting his question. “What about you? On Tinder for a rebound hook up?”

The whore laughs, hearty and patronizing. “I’m not on the rebound.”

“So, you’re telling me every date you’ve gone on so far was to serve as someone’s rebound?”

He shrugs again, unfazed. “Maybe not every date, but most. Again, no shade, just curious to know. I feel like I’m right though.”

Is that what you’re doing? Rebound fucks? You don’t see it that way.

Sounds like he's just nosy. What he plans to do with any information you share about Colt, you’re not sure. But then Ymir’s voice rattles in your head from a phone conversation you had with her earlier that day.

You had just sent her screenshots of Eren’s profile.

“Hoodrat for sure. I’d be careful, though.”

“Why? If all he wants is sex, who cares?” you had said.

“I know you’re not interested in him like that,” Ymir continued. “What I mean is that a guy like Eren has a big ego. Game-playing, all that. Knowing you, that might get on your nerves before you get a chance to get naked with him.”

“Meaning?”

Ymir chuckled. “Meaning you’ve got an ego too.”

You wonder then if that’s why Eren’s so interested in knowing about your past relationship. Perhaps, it is a show of ego, a way for him to measure up or out-measure someone you’ve already been with.

You busy yourself with your cocktail as Eren takes a long gulp of his negroni, green eyes flitting back to the bar. While you try to get to a better read on him, you’re unable to concentrate.

Your mind spins in circles, moving and bobbing like his Adam’s apple. He’s leaning against the barstool, in the same careless swagger. Ego or not, you hate to admit that he has every right to be full of himself.

Setting the glass down, Eren’s tongue falls out in a satiated sigh. You’re not discreet and Eren catches that. He grins, tongue swiping along his bottom lip. The metal stud sways like a pendulum.

Your jaw slowly loosens, hooded eyes zeroed in on the piercing.

“You like that?” Eren moves his tongue in a way that prods the stud out further.

Oh, you like it a lot. Eren hadn’t displayed it fully on his profile, but a few pics of him laughing, you swear you caught the shine of metal in his mouth.

Recollecting your wits, you say, “Tell me about that piercing. Does it hurt?”

Eren shrugs, tapping a few fingers along the table. “Never had any complaints.”

A rush of heat soaks through your skin. You swallow, like a cat fixated on a shiny object. “I meant getting it pierced.”

He shakes his head, grin widening. “Just a little pressure when they stick it in.” This man is so shameless… “Pain is an afterthought.”

You can’t help it, your mind falls back into the gutter, deep into a rabbit hole, curious to know what a tongue like that could do between your legs.

“I’m guessing your ex-boyfriend didn’t have a tongue piercing either?”

You deflate, irritation pricking the fantasy. “Let’s change the subject.”

“Still hurting from it?” Upon first impression, you didn’t expect Eren to channel anything other than arrogance. His softer tone is a sudden switch that you don’t realize has chipped away at your resilience to veer away from the topic.

“Never really hurt from it,” you say, indifferent, hoping to put an end to the subject afterwards. “My routine’s changed, so that sort of sucks. I got really comfortable.”

Eren hums. “That’s dangerous. Complacency. I’m going to assume he was very vanilla too?”

You roll your eyes.

Eren feigns innocence. “What?”

“I don’t want to talk about breakups, past relationships, none of that…”

“Fine, what about your body count?” He snorts, again, feigning innocence when you don’t answer. “He wasn’t your only one, was he?”

You roll your eyes. Like after, there were also men before Colt. Though they didn’t compare to the roster you’ve had this week. Maybe it comes with age, but your sex life had never been better. “I’m on Tinder, what’d you think?”

This seems to shift Eren’s mood. The snark stutters across his features into a scowl. “Oh…so you’re on Tinder to hook up only?”

“Didn’t say that.”

“You’re not looking for a relationship though.” He leans back, looking scorned. “Body counts going up then.”

What’s his problem? He’s the walking incarnate of a fuckboy, but the idea of you laying up with other guys he doesn’t even know spurs this sudden attitude. You’re strangers, both single, full stop.

He pushes his tongue against his cheek. “Is there any guy on Tinder you haven’t slept with?”

You balk, brows rising. However, the corner of your lips curl, less angry and more amused. Someone's competitive... “Are you upset that you’re not one of them?”

You expect another taste of his attitude, for his frown to deepen. You do not expect his eyes to light up, like a dare igniting.

“Oh, you’re a brat.” He tops his drink with a grin. “That’s in my pay grade.”

You shouldn’t entertain this, you already know. You’re both far too old to be playing games for strangers that only met to inevitably hook-up. You also know you shouldn’t be turned on by this challenge across the table, green eyes and tongue-pierced. Heat gathers at the center of your thighs anyway.

“I don’t mind taming a brat,” Eren continues.

“You’re an expert?” you challenge. “Because I don’t know what brat you’re talking about—"

His laughter cuts you short. “Oh no, you’re a brat alright. Tell me more about those Tinder hook-ups. Any of them better than that boyfriend of yours?”

At his condescending tone, your brow twitches. At the dark lust in his eyes, your thigh twitches.

“You seem really obsessed with knowing about my ex,” you say. “Are you trying to compensate for something?”

Eren tilts his head, smirk stiffening, a crack in his arrogant resolve. “Trust me,” he recovers. “I don’t need to compensate for anything.”

It’s like a bait you can’t resist, wanting to see to that promise. But you restrain yourself. Regardless of your intentions for being there, you can’t feed into ego, his or yours. However, Eren does make it difficult the more he pricks and needles.

Eren takes your silence as an invitation to barb you more. “If I were to guess, he sucked at getting you off. That’s a shame, you’re too pretty to deal with someone like that.”

You can’t explain it, but you find yourself taking Eren’s bait, defending Colt. “He knew how to love.”

“But he didn’t know how to fuck.” He folds his arms. “You do. That’s why you’re on Tinder.”

Your blood is flushed with heat and agitation. What’s worse it that you don’t mind it, but your ego refuses to let you give him that satisfaction. As much as you would like to hook-up with Eren, you might have to cut your loss instead.

Finishing your drink, you pucker your lips, tingling with the burn of alcohol. Eren frowns as you rise to your feet.

“Thanks for the drink. Have a nice night.”

Spinning a heel, you hear Eren scoff, beckoning you to come back and when you don’t, he clicks his tongue. But you don’t turn back, nor do you flinch when you hear the scrape of a barstool around the call of your name.

“Shit—I need to close my tab—”

You’re outside, crossing the back lot when footsteps haunt your own, rushing to catch up. “Wait!” Your name spills out of Eren’s mouth. “Wait! Just—wait!”

You peer over your shoulder with surprising level-headedness, but the pulse of your wrist skips, caught in Eren’s grasp.

Silence ensues as Eren catches his breath, fingers wrapped along your wrist to keep you from escaping. A few rogue strands have come loose along his hairline and his previous scowl inside the bar remains intact, though it has smoothed out since finding you.

“Yeah?” You level him with the same sharp glare earlier, patience thinning and heart pounding, charged with the adrenaline. “What is it, Eren?”

He leads you a few paces towards a parked black car that you assume is his.

“You know, you’re keeping me right now,” you say.

Eren’s eyes snap up. “Whoever they are, they can wait.”

You scoff. “Right, because I was about to run off to my ex-boyfriend, that’s who you think is waiting for me, hm?”

At the mention of Colt, the humor resurfaces in Eren’s face, though it’s pinched with slight irritation.

Fueled by the tension, you egg Eren on, delighting in the way his hand tightens around your wrist.

“Like I said, he knows how to love.”

Eren snorts. “Right, right, you mean he bored you.”

“That’s what you say."

“That’s what I know.” Eren’s eyes darken, dropping your wrist to run his fingers along the side of your stomach. “He was gentle, wasn’t he? Because that’s how you like them.”

You narrow your eyes, warmth flooding your neck and gathering between your legs. “You don’t know how I like them.”

Whether it’s the heat of the moment or ego, you refuse to tell Eren that he’s right. Despite how healthy of a relationship, you and Colt had, overall, he didn’t satisfy your sexual needs. Sure, you always knew that, as did your friends. But that doesn’t mean Eren needs to hear it too. With nothing else to say, you fall silent, bristling from Eren’s touch.

“So, I’m right,” Eren breathes as he leans closer, hands trailing south, beneath your skirt. He flicks his gaze up, and you acquiesce by not pushing him away.

He finds the gusset of your bodysuit and raises a brow. His surprise fades away in seconds. The crotch of your bodysuit is snapped aside, and you wince.

Fingers glide along the slit of your pussy that you fight to stand. Eren hisses a laugh, pleased to find you soaked. “Did your boyfriend make you this wet?” A knuckle presses against your center, and you release a shaky breath. “Did he?”

You mewl, shaking your head.

“Didn’t think he did,” Eren whispers, arrogance distinct. He replaces his knuckle with his thumb as two fingers rub your folds and a third prods your entrance.

Words evade you, dying on your tongue and you can only manage a gasp when his thumb quickens its pace.

“Who’s making you wet then?”

The added pressure on your clit makes you gush, and the victory in Eren’s smirk makes it harder to resist his allure.

You sputter, “Y—you.”

“Hm?” Eren’s third finger inches inside of you like a phantom touch, close but not enough to push past your walls. “Who?”

“You…Eren.” You’re so starved for more stimulation, you don’t care about your ego anymore, gladly tossing it away in exchange for relief.

A finger slides into your pussy. You moan, tilting your hips.

Eren breathes a laugh, tongue swiping his lip. “That’s a good little pussy.” He rewards you with another finger, pumping with enough vigor that promises to unravel you within seconds.

Your back flattens against the side of Eren’s car, chest rising with sharp gasps. Your hooded gaze fixates on Eren’s unshaken stare. His equilibrium combined with deft fingers bring you to the edge, your pleasure almost crests.

The pace dials down significantly, and you’re rolling back down the hill of a stable mind. Eren’s fingers continue to pump inside of you at a much slower rhythm, the pressure on your clit has reduced to featherlight.

You blink up at him, bucking your hips to reignite the dying embers in your lower belly.

Eren’s keen on taunting you, pressing onto your clit again with renewed pressure.

Breathless, you say, “Eren, don’t stop.”

He doesn’t listen, wearing a mask of mock confusion. “Oh. I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what you need.” His fingers pull away.

You snatch up his wrist, a desperate plea in your grip, leveling him with a yearning gaze. “Eren, I want you to fuck me.”

Victory pulls at the corner of Eren’s lips, his hand stroking your face in a delicate manner. “You want to get out of here?”

You rise on your tiptoes, giving him a heavy nod, hypnotized by the tension crackling from your bodies.

“I can take you back to my place. Give you the best rebound fuck of your life.”

You nod again, hasty and urgent, voice lost in the rising tide of desire.

“You want that?” Eren husks.

You swallow. “Mhm.”

Eren erases the miniscule gap with a press of his forehead against yours, a taunting glimmer in his eyes. “Too bad.”

The car door flies open, and you’re tossed inside, hitting the leather of the backseat. There’s little time to process anything, and no time to adjust your skirt that’s rolled up your thighs. Eren climbs in, pushing the fabric up.

His mouth is on yours, sucking the air from your lungs. When he pulls back, your head spins.

“Tinder whores don’t get fucked in private.” Sliding down, your thighs are hitched over his shoulders. “They get fucked in a parking lot.” He flashes the stud on his tongue, moving his mouth to push it out.

Your thighs quiver, hand digging into the leather seat.

Eren’s gaze falls to your pussy, ego resting on the edge of his smile. “Shit, you should see yourself right now. You’re dripping. You want to me to treat you like a whore. You need me to have a taste, huh?”

You would like to clapback, wishing for something snippy to spill out. But it would betray the anticipation flowing through your body. Whether Eren means it or not, you enjoy his overconfidence, aching at the degradation, growing wetter from it. Colt would never entertain such a concept.

Pride nowhere to be seen, you nod, biting your lip; pleased and pliant to be the whore he makes you out to be.

Eren’s brows rise, grinning, nonetheless. He yanks you closer by the hips, and for a moment you’re aware of the open car door. Although the lot is empty, anyone can walk by, sneak a peek over to witness what Eren’s preparing to do to you. And you moan despite all that.

“Time to chase that drink down.” There’s a strain to Eren’s words like he’s in need to gulp down his drool. He doesn’t, letting his tongue hang and a dribble of saliva meets the slick of your pussy.

“Oh—oh!” You lift your head, eager to get a visual of what you’re feeling. Eren’s piercing juts out, extending that the hard metal presses onto your clit. Your hips buck up to meet the stud again.

Eren’s mouth slots over your pussy, dragging his tongue along the slit, tongue ring grazing between your folds. It’s a foreign sensation, sparking more pleasure when it meets your clit again with a flick of his tongue.

Eren comes up, eyes deeper, richer, and lecherous. His sharp inhale sounds more like a slurp. “Fuck…you taste perfect to me.” You whine as his tongue meets your folds again, tongue ring nudging your pussy lips. “Cum on my tongue, yeah?” It falls out like a desperate demand.

“Yeah…ah!”

Eren’s tongue slides into your entrance, pushing past the flesh. You can feel the tongue ring exploring your walls, not as distinct as you expected it to be. However, it’s Eren’s technique that has you staggering close to release.

He’s ruthless, eating you out with an insatiable appetite. Two fingers press onto your clit, swiping in a stride that sparks your pulse.

“Ah—Eren—” You grind against his hold, climbing that peak of ecstasy. You grab hold of Eren’s hair by the bun to keep yourself steady.

Eren swaps techniques, fingers replacing his tongue to massage the spongy spot inside of you while the tip of his tongue laps at your clit. The pressure from the stud and the curling of his fingers, set you free, the world unraveling in the backseat of his car as you cry out your release.

Eren’s fingers pull away, he slurps you up as your body twitches around him, recovering from the rush of pleasure.

Your mindless as he cleans you up, hand carding into his hair lazily.

It’s like time’s been pulled from beneath you when he resurfaces, crawling over.

Tilting his head, he smirks. “Are you still there?”

You nod slowly, head floating. Words are robbed with Eren’s mouth on yours. His tongue slides along yours, stroking you with his stud.

Breaking apart, you and Eren catch your breaths.

At the sight of Eren’s dark gaze, your mind returns to you, punctuated with a telltale bulge pressed against your pussy.

Pleasure renews and you shudder.

“We’re not finished yet,” Eren says.

You lick your lips, brows furrowing together to fill the blanks you’re unable to verbalize.

Eren’s amused by your silence. “Nothing to say to me? Does my little whore need a break?”

You bite your lip again, needing more friction between your legs. Trembling thighs wrap around him.

Eren takes your chin, leveling you with a look, overflowing with confidence. “Use your words…I haven’t fucked you dumb yet.”

You shake your head, watching a flame flicker behind Eren’s eyes, a challenge sparking there. “No, now, c’mon, just fuck me already before I change my mind.”

You both know you don’t mean it, but it doesn’t stop Eren from teasing you.

His arms cage you on either side of your head, voice dripping with arrogance. “I think I’ve done my part convincing you, angel.”

Your pussy weeps at the pet name.

In a flash, Eren pushes away, hunched over to reach in the center console. His teeth rip into the condom’s wrapper, watching you with hunger. He undoes his belt, shoving down his boxers in haste.

His cock springs free, pearly with precum. You want to get a glimpse of his manhood, but you’re pinned to the leather. He moves so quickly, doesn’t bother to stroke himself, already rock hard and ready to burst. The condom slips on, and he draws closer, yanking your thighs in.

The tip of his dick kisses your entrance. The pressure alone is enough warning of his size. You meet his eyes and spread your thighs as far as they can go in the tight space.

He falls forward again, elbows bent on the seat your head lays upon, green eyes fixed on your face. He pushes into you. “Gonna mold this slutty pussy to take me.”

The stretch pushes air from your chest in a pleased moan, and he slides in until he’s fully sheathed inside of you.

He gives you no time to adjust, doesn’t waste any to flex his ego anymore. He fucks into you hard and erratic, hovering so close to your face.

It’s an oddly intimate view, you forget that you’re being fucked in the backseat of his car in a parking lot. However, you’re a sucker for eye contact and relish his hooded gaze, bewitched by the feel of you clenching around him.

Labored breaths fill the backseat, steaming up the windows from the passion between your bodies.

Eren grunts out your name. “Fuck! This pussy is still so tight—”

On cue, your walls clamp down on his girth, an animalistic sound rumbles in his Eren’s throat.

“Fuck—fuck—” Eren’s tongue pushes past your lips. He pulls away with a smile, a surprising tenderness in his eyes, contrasting his rough nature.

Eren’s hand plants itself against the fogged window, and the other travels south, rubbing your clit in a hurry. “Want you to gush over my cock.”

You writhe like a spirit reawakened, clawing at the leather interior again, and that’s when you feel it—arching your back as you cum for the second time.

Eren’s hips slam into yours, hot pursuit of his own release that tears through him a moment later, in a long-satiated groan.

You watch him fall apart, eyes shut, brows pinched. His jaw hangs open, giving you another peek of the tongue ring.

A moment passes. Eren’s fingers slip from the window, arm shaking from the impact of his climax, his body sinks.

You press your hands against his chest to keep him from crushing you.

Eren catches himself, hovering over you. “Thanks.” He blinks at the window with a grin. “Look at that. We fogged up the place.”

Your head tilts. Fingerprints streaked along the glass, clashing with the sudden chill that enters the backseat.

You scoff lightheartedly, reeling from the throws of passion and the excitement of having tried something daring, something you’ve always fantasized. A carnal itch has been scratched.

Car sex. You’re a new fan.

…

Eren gives you a lift home.

You point out your complex. “That building just before the stop sign.”

The car rolls to a stop at the front, the engine shutting off.

Unbuckling your belt, you pull out your keys, hand on the door.

Eren takes your other hand, reeling your attention back as you turn to him.

He’s smug, and you can’t deny that you feel the same way. Though what he says takes you aback.

“Um…I didn’t mean any of that by the way. You’re not a whore.”

Your shoulders slacken with the release of a faint laugh. “Oh, don’t worry, I didn’t take you seriously. I didn’t mind being called one.” You bat your eyes. “Or…fucked like one.”

The corner of Eren’s lip curled, widening with pride. “I’m up for another round, any time.” He kisses your knuckles. “I’ll text you.”

Like the other guys, Eren was not a bad lay. But with him, you don’t put stock into anything he says. You’re not naïve, too mature to act like a school-girl to his charms. He’s a womanizer at heart.

A new notch on your belt is all.

You open the door. “Sure, have a good night.”

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