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Cherry Flavored Kisses
Pairing: Varsity Player!Eren Jaeger x College student!reader
Synopsis: The life as Eren Jaeger’s girl fascinated you, but it was nothing compared to the fascination you feel for the man, himself. He could be nice if he wanted. But nothing is as bittersweet as a love unrequited.
Warning: Innuendos, minor violence, unprotected sex, angst.
Word Count: 5862
This can be a stand alone, a part 2, or a part 1 of Number One Fan
Eren Jaeger warned you not to get close to him.
But being around him has had its benefits.
You got to hang out with the popular kids.
Got invited to those wild college parties.
And like them, you are cool, you are fucking game, you are the it girl.
“Hey, nice top! Where’d you get it?”
You look up to see a senior, whose name you do not know, smiling at you.
“Max Mara. I like your top too!” The smile you gave her was genuine, although it did feel required.
She flips her largely curled hair and gave you a look as if she is relieved that someone finally took notice. “Duh! It’s Dior!”
With just the right amount of practiced surprise, you manage to again stroke one’s ego. “So that’s why. It looks absolutely stunning on you.” You add an angelic smile.
She playfully swats the air at you. “I know!” She then flips her curls once more. “Anyway, I’ll be having a party this Saturday. You’ll come, won’t you?”
You brighten your smile even more. “Oh absolutely.”
The woman claps her hands in excitement. “Awesome! I’ll just dm you the address to my place-” She rolls her eyes and slaps her cheek gently. “What was I thinking. Eren will drive you there.”
“I’ll be seeing you then.”
She wiggles her fingers with bright acrylics at you. “See you.”
You watch her walk away and disappear in the hallway before you feel a light shove beside you.
“Oh my gosh! I can’t believe Hitch Dreyse just talked to you.” Louise gasps beside you.
“Who?” You giggled while your nimble fingers unwrap the lollipop that you just fetched from your bag.
Louise starred at you with her mouth ajar. “Are you being serious right about now?”
You reluctantly shake your head ‘no’ while popping the lollipop in your mouth.
Both her hands fly to your shoulders. “That was Hitch, the head cheerleader of Paradis University!”
Of course. That’s why she was so familiar.
“And I can’t believe you got invited to her party.” She sulks, her arms crossing after she throws you an accusing glare.
With a gentle smile you attempt to ease her irritation. Although, it isn’t entirely your fault, to begin with.
“Maybe I can ask her if I can bring a friend?”
She throws her hands up in annoyance. “As if I’d be able to enjoy that party. It’s for cool kids like them, you’re probably the only one who’ll talk to me and Jaeger will surely hog you for the entire night.”
You look away to hide your flustered face.
“Anyway, I’m off now. I’d look like a pitiable side character if I stay here longer.” She walks off before you could protest. “Enjoy your spotlight, miss manic pixie dream girl.”
The corners of your lips twitch to a frown but you can’t really appear to be mad at her. At least not in a hallway full of onlookers. But you did bite the lollipop stick harder than you should have.
Suddenly, a bunch of squeals grates your ears, they’re like tires burning on asphalt.
“Hey.”
You look up to find Eren leaning on the column beside the bench you are occupying at the moment. Immediately, you give him your brightest smile.
“Hey!”
Eren sits himself beside you and you fight off a sneeze, a thundercloud of axe body spray seems to be present everywhere he’s in. He picks up your pastel binder and tosses it back to its place on the bench, picks up your fluffy pen and does the same as he did with your notebook.
“You done throwing my stuff around?” You glare playfully at him while starting to put your stuff back into your bag.
Eren hums and slumps into the bench as he manspreads. “Didn’t see you in the practice match.” He muses while eyeing the way the leggings hugged the posterior of the girl that passed by, all the while you were too busy trying not to notice.
A wave of muttering and mumbles fill the hallway. Right, Eren had his fan club following him there. Can’t judge them though, you were just like them last year in your freshman year.
Until you became the lucky girl by becoming his favorite yet.
You kept bringing him pastries, plus you’re cute. Of course, he’s gonna like you.
“Hardly seemed like I was needed there.” You glance up to meet his bored stare. “Besides, I had to finish an essay assignment.”
Then there’s your game of push and pull.
Eren scoffs and rises to his feet. “Alright. I’ll be seeing you this Saturday night.” You hold your breath when he suddenly bends down, his warm tic tac smelling breath fanning your face. “I’ll pick you up by eight.”
He holds your gaze and doesn’t move until you finally nod at him frantically.
You swirl your moist tongue on the lollipop head before mumbling a choked up ‘okay’ as your answer. You puff out the breath you’ve been holding when he straightens up and looks at you from above, making you crane your neck to actually see him.
And the bastard had a smug grin on his face, knowing exactly what he was doing to you. And as if it wasn’t enough, he pulls out the bright red cherry lollipop from your cute mouth, making a moist popping sound as the candy slips from your plump lips. To your horror, Eren flicks his tongue on the lollipop before sucking on it, the stick is wedged on the side of his lips. It was difficult not to break away from his gaze as he did that. But you were also not giving him the satisfaction by looking away.
“Wear something cute for me, baby, yeah?”
Your lips are still parted in surprise but you shut them quickly when Eren’s gaze fall to them.
“Mhm!”
“Good girl.” He pats your head and turns on his heel, heading to his next class, off to ruin professor Ackerman’s day.
His flock of fans follow him quickly, but not before throwing nasty envious glares and glances of pure curiosity.
Your back meets the bench and you try to ignore the looks thrown your way.
That was the closest thing you had to a kiss!
Oh My Gosh!
The attention that you get from people around the school almost fooled you into believing that there was something going on between you and Eren Jaeger. And when he acts like that, you think that something just might be. How else would you interpret his actions? Eren must have liked you to some extent to do that.
A loud ringing of bell had you scrambling up and out of the bench and on to history class, at least professor Smith is going to help distract you for now, with his engaging lectures and equally engaging physique.
Saturday night rolls by fast.
You had to end the mandatory calls with your mother when you hear the revving engine of Eren’s car outside your dorm.
Your chunky heels thuds on the stairs as you descend it. Patience is not one of Eren’s strongest suit after all. Your bangles jingle and clink together. Your hair bouncing with your motion, along with some of your other assets, the bouncing was starting to hurt that you put an arm under them for support, while you try to navigate the steps.
The tinted windows of Eren’s car doesn’t hinder his view. The pastel colors of your dress were dimmed just the tiniest bit but you practically hopping off the last step of the stairs allowed him to peek at the bows that sat on your thighs as your ruffled dress poofed up with the air.
You stood patiently by Eren’s door, your hands clasped together as you swayed like the adorable girl you are.
Eren opens the car door from the inside and you sit your bum before pulling your tightly pressed knees inside the car until the shoes that you probably got from the kiddy section land inside.
“Look who’s here.” Eren drawls. “You really gone and dolled yourself up for me.”
You smile at him meekly, your fingers crumpling the edge of your dress.
“You don’t think I overdid it?” You bat your eyelashes at him.
Eren shifts his thighs to help with the sudden discomfort, a soft groan that is barely audible escapes his lips. “Nah. ‘S perfect on you.”
You shrink under his intense gaze, all shy.
The car suddenly feels warmer now.
“Y-you should probably start driving to the party now.” You smile at him like a lovesick puppy.
Eren cocks a brow at you. “Yeah?” You nod at him to which he only replies with a sharp smile. “Say please.”
It was almost funny for him to watch your eyes turn round like a baby doe, your delectable looking lips following the same shape, making him feel stuff he knows he shouldn’t. Eren swore to never fool around with you. He enjoys your company and admiration but it felt like pure carnality to even think about running the warmth of his hands on your skin. You are pure, an untainted flower, and he feels just a bit guilty about thinking of ruining you.
Nevermind him getting off in the thoughts of your pillowy thighs and feather soft touches when his bed gets a little too lonely at three in the morning.
“Please, Eren.” You say with a giggle.
Eren checks if you buckled yourself in and steps on the gas hard, making you yelp.
“You finished your homework?” Eren asks an uncharacteristic question, making you frown at him in confusion.
“Of course.” A pause. “Did you?”
Eren glimpses at you briefly. “Armin’s already on it.”
You look at him in disappointment.
“Shut up, he offered.” He sighs.
“But I didn’t even say anything.” You mumble under your breath.
Poor Armin.
“He offered to do it. In exchange, I’ll get him Leonhart’s number.”
You tilt your head in confusion.
“Marley U varsity player. Women’s volleyball.”
You nod in understanding.
One of the reasons why Eren likes you is because you are too simple. Dealing with you doesn’t require him to sit and ponder. You are easy to understand. You are predictable.
What Eren doesn’t predict however, was the amount of attention you will be getting because of your all too adorable dress. His plan to have you dressed attractively for him to have a delectable arm candy backfired.
One more sticky gaze from those sleazy frat boys and he swears, his fist might find an unsuspecting jaw tonight.
Even women dressed in lowcut dresses has their hands lingering a little too long on your thighs.
A bright red cup is shoved in his face and he’s just about to yell his head off when he meets the unamused stare of Jean.
“Horseface.” He greets while accepting the cup and taking a swig.
Jean grits his teeth. He’s not about to take the bait. Eren’s pissed and he’s just begging for a fight.
“Cut that out.”
Eren sends a glare up to Jean before his hawk like eyes wander to your direction as you play with his other teammates. “Cut what out?”
Connie is warding off the guys, which helped him keep his cool, but that new recruit, Surma, is standing a little too close to you. He doesn’t care if the sophomore is on your team in the game. And you’re oblivious to his stare as you enjoy your glass of boone’s farm.
“Brooding in a dark corner and looking like you’re about to shove your shoe in someone’s mouth the next second.” Jean sighs as he watches you cheer with Connie when you get a point.
Eren downs the rest of the contents of the cup and crushes it in his grip. “I think professor Ackerman taught us the wrong social sciences.”
“Agreed.” Jean sighs. “Whatever man, just stop acting like a creep.” He stalks away, making Eren roll his eyes.
What else was he supposed to do then? He’s can’t drink since he has to drive you home, he’s not about to go play spin the bottle with Floch and the others.
The sofa he’s on dips. And judging by the sickeningly sweet cologne, it’s a girl who’s sitting next to him.
He side-eyes her and catches a well-defined curve in her chest that is clad in a skin tight cheetah printed dress.
Correction, a woman.
“What are you doing alone here, big guy?” He hears her nasally yet absurdly seductive voice.
“People watching.” Eren tells her.
She smirks at him, her dark purple lipstick making it pop despite the dim room. “Can I people watch with you?”
Eren shrugs. “Why not.”
The woman laughs. “Name’s Roxy by the way, Eren.”
“You know me.” Eren smiles slyly at her.
“Hey, bud! Watch over Y/N for a sec, gotta run to the bathroom.” He hears Connie yell but Roxy runs the back of her fingers on Eren’s cheek before he could turn to look.
“Who doesn’t?”
Good point.
Eren rests back on the sofa, letting the woman feed his ego with her exaggerated and poorly constructed sentences.
She’s tacky. Her dress, her lipstick, her scent. Roxy is a cheap chick but Eren doesn’t turn away anybody who is willing to openly praise him.
She probably thought she could get some tonight, Eren chuckles under his breath.
He shouldn’t make fun of her, that’d be mean. Especially when it looks like she’s really impressed with herself. He’ll let someone else burst her bubble.
The night is going really well, until it doesn’t.
Like a birthday candle blown by a toddler, all humor vanishes from Eren’s face.
His features turn rigid and he has never looked more menacing than the time he stood from the couch. The woman he left behind couldn’t let a single word out as her throat went dry. People didn’t see Eren as he moved like smoke around the drunk bodies dancing away on the dancefloor.
It was loud.
The smacking sound of his fist finally connecting with the sophomore kid’s face, knocking the glasses off his plain looking face.
“You better watch where those hands wander, kid.” Eren sneers.
Immediately, he felt your soft figure collide with his.
“Eren, you shouldn’t cause trouble!” You clutch his shirt to pull him down to your level. “You’re a varsity player! You can’t get into stupid fights.”
You’re right. What was he thinking? Ruining his plans for a girl? He better wish this won’t reach their coach.
He pulls away from you and his strong grip finds purchase on your dainty wrists.
“We’re leaving. Now.”
You nod at him quickly, desperate to get him away from the malicious spectators.
Eren drags you away from the crowd and out of the party and you just let him.
Soon enough, the back of your thighs are pressed against the cool leather seats of Eren’s car as he is too busy speeding away. Your knuckles have turned white as you grip the edge of your seat, your other hand on Eren’s forearm, a nonverbal reminder for him to slow down as he’s not the only person in the car.
No words are spoken between the two of you and you choose to keep it that way, despite your desperate need to know what just happened.
But you’ve learned.
Eren should not be pressured to do anything he doesn’t want, especially when he is mad. Anything that poses as a threat towards his sense of control in the situation, he will crush.
He was just barely hovering below the speed limit, going beyond it where he is sure there was no speed gun aimed at him.
What should have been a thirty-minute drive was cut down to twelve. And the familiar architecture of your school dormitory comes to view. The tires screech as Eren drifted to a parking space and you could have sworn your heart is pumping two hundred beats per minute.
The entire car shakes when Eren gets out of the car and slams the door close. You watch him circle to your side and he opens the door surprisingly gentle.
You meet his unreadable expression before you get out, taking measured steps and putting a considerable distance between you.
He’s pissed, you are not quite sure if it’s because of you.
“Uhm-”
“Go to your dorm room. I’ll be there with you shortly.”
Your eyes widen.
And Eren waits for you to say something stupid.
“I’m not supposed to have boys in my room when it’s past nine.” You rock on your heels back and forth, clearly nervous and unsure how to deal with the situation, unsure how to deal with him.
“That’s okay.” Eren tucks your hair behind your ears. “I won’t tell anyone.” He can feel the heat of your face radiating to his fingers and he barely even touched you.
He watches you chew on your lip before nodding. “Okay.” You then reluctantly enter the building and Eren watches you from where he stood.
As soon as you disappeared from his view, his murderous expression was back on his handsome face.
He can’t understand just where the scum got the courage to hold your waist and elbow like that, while he had his hips pressed on the poof of your dress.
Eren could think of about fifty ways to kill that filth. But that is frowned upon, isn’t it? Eren will have to do it smarter.
Having him run extra laps sounds like a good way to start. The bench also looked a bit to lonely during their games, he’ll have that kid warm it up.
The sole of Eren’s sneakers scrape the pavement as he finally follows you inside. No lights were streaming under the doors of the rooms next to you. They must have been in the party still.
His knuckles rap at your door and he finds your scrambling footsteps amusing.
The door swings open harshly, sending some of his hair that escaped his manbun to fly to his sharp cheekbones.
“You’re here! I thought you went home.” You gasped.
“What are yo-” He checks his watch and tried to clear his forehead from frown creases. “Sorry, I didn’t realize I was taking way too long.”
You smile at him and lean your hip against the door, Eren’s eyes followed the movement but he can’t see much with your poofy dress swallowing your form.
You’re relieved that he’s in a better mood now. “It’s okay. Come on in.”
Eren follows you inside, making sure to lock your door. He watches you pad around in your cotton slippers, tucking away a bra under a bunch of plushies that you have in your sofa.
“So sorry for the mess. I didn’t think you were serious about…you…coming.” You press your lips tightly, he looked uninterested just then.
Eren hums as he continues to walk over in your direction, with that same bored expression he had in his face, it was intimidating and attractive at the same time.
“I was hoping we could talk?” Eren smiled at you but it wasn’t warm at all.
You look down to your feet and then at his chest, not brave enough to meet his gaze. “About what?”
Asking such question was foolish yet necessary to buy yourself some time. It didn’t buy you much though. Eren’s patience was nonexistent.
Eren clicks his tongue, making you look up. “Stop playing dumb! Why didn’t you push that guy away?” He took another step closer. “Were you trying to get a rise from me?” He was dangerously close now. His voice low and his eyes wide with barely hidden rage in them.
He didn’t have to talk to you in that tone.
Your eyes turn glossy, your nose sting. The telltale signs of your tears. You hated crying, it makes your nose feel stuffy, you stomp your foot in annoyance.
“That is so unfair!” Eren had to take a step back to get a view of your adorable display of anger. “I didn’t even do anything. Surma was also just teaching me how to aim the ball better. You were the one who was over reacting. Throwing punches at people who were just trying to help and making your car fly after your dramatic exit at the party.”
You are heaving by the time you finish. Your lashes are clumped with unshed tears filling your waterline. Your cheeks have also gone bubbled. It’s a shame you’ll never know how adorable you are when you lose your temper.
So adorable that Eren closed the distance between you two and you fall to your butt and land on your squishy plushies in surprise. But you don’t have that much time to complain when you feel his hand cup your cheek to have you tip your head at him and he leans down, with so much force and speed that you draw a sharp breath.
Fuck.
Eren meets your wide eyes and glances at your parted lips. He never wanted to kiss someone’s lips so badly.
But if he meets your lips with his, it’s all over. His vow to keep you chaste. He’ll feel guilty of breaking that halo atop your head.
His jaw is clenched and he straightens up. “Sorry.”
A frown graces your features when he drops his hand and you quickly pull them flush to your chest. “Don’t be.” You look away from him and nibble on your lips. “Kiss me.” You meet his eyes again. “Please.”
When you ask so nicely, he’ll just have to oblige.
Eren reaches and runs his thumb over your bottom lip, pulling it slightly and letting it go with a bounce.
“Pretty girl.”
Eren takes you by surprise as he rests his knee on the sofa next to your trembling thighs and captures your lips. He groans at the sugary taste of your cherry lip balm.
It was everything you dreamt it would be. Eren’s lips were pillowy and they feel good as they wrap around your bottom lip, just before parting to let his teeth nibble on you.
“Eren.” You whisper as he litters your jaw with kisses. You are perfect and he wants nothing else but to have you right now.
His fingers brush on your clothed chest and reaches behind you to roughly tug at the zipper holding your dress together. Groaning when he finally felt your soft mounds even before he could see them. A mewl escapes your lips and you cup his hands that are groping your soft bosom.
Eren often associated you with cuteness and youth but right now, you are a woman. A woman with sultry eyes that are just inviting him in.
His hands press on the pudge of your stomach and you moan as he presses you harder against your plushies, closing your eyes when they go lower and lower until he caresses the petals of your flower behind your soft panties.
He pinches the oozing chub of your thigh above your thigh highs and traces his hand on your thighs up to your hips. His long thick fingers hook on your panties and you could swear you heard a soft rip.
You cried when his knuckles brush along your puffed lips, collecting wetness as he did so just before slipping inside, the foreign intrusion having been too much that you push Eren’s shoulder slightly. Eren groans as he drags another knuckle just before stuffing you with it.
“Oh!” You moan so obscenely and Eren was taking it all, his head fogging up with how much your virgin cunt was sucking on his fingers.
“You can take more, can’t you, baby?” He grins against your jaw as he drags his fingers on your velvet walls. “You can, yeah?” Eren talks you through it until he’s slipped a third finger on you. The stretch burns but you are far too needy to care.
“Ren.” You whimper as your walls flutter around his fingers. “Want you to f-…Want you to do it.”
He’s about to ruin you and you still can’t say the word.
He pulls them out, making your gasp. Eren presses his forehead against yours and grips your thigh and his dripping fingers make you shiver. “Yeah? You think you can take it?”
You nod at him frantically.
“Alright.” Eren snickers as he slips off his top along with the layer under it, his jeans come off next. His movements are swift and you are struggling to keep up as you slide off your own dress.
You shut your eyes when it springs free, slapping to his stomach.
“What are you doing? Look at me.”
Eren hooks his arms below your thigh high clad knees to drag you until you feel your back resting more against the plushies. “Come on, just a peak.”
You bite your cheek when you feel something stiff but squishy on your thighs and it drags to your folds. Eren rocks his hips and you clutch to his enormous biceps when the thing slides on your lips and kisses your clit.
It feels soooo good.
But it wasn’t enough. You want it inside.
“Fuck! You’re leaking.”
Your eyes flash open when you feel it caught on you entrance.
“There she is.” Eren says almost condescendingly. “Want you to look at it, baby.”
With much reluctance, you do.
And you wish you hadn’t.
“That’s too big for me.” You whimper, your gentle fingers flying to his abdomen to try and push him away.
“It’s alright, Y/N. I’ll be gentle, yeah?” Eren sinks deeper and the head disappears, making you tear up.
Eren does not ask for permission most of the time and is mostly just letting you know.
He scoops you up by your shoulder to have your chest pressed against him. He’s mumbling on your shoulder, praising you, telling you how good you are making him feel. His hips haven’t stopped moving.
“Too full!” You cry on his shoulder and Eren grits his teeth, sweat dripping down his temples as he tried to hold himself back.
“I’m almost all the way in.” He glances between you and still half of him is yet to be put inside you. “Just a little bit more, alright?” He kisses your forehead and brings you close to him. You cry on his shoulder as he shallowly thrusts. “Just a little bit…” and with one swift motion, he plunges all of him inside you. “More.”
Your lips part to let out a voiceless scream.
Eren groans, the tightness was almost painful but he marvels at how good you’re making him feel. You on the other hand has your eyes wide, the feeling of it is weird and incredibly excruciating.
“Get it out!” You pounded on his back but Eren only groans even more, sucking on the tender flesh of your neck. “You’re hurting me.”
He doesn’t stop your hands, ignores your whimpers, and the bright red lines you draw on the wide expanse of his well-toned back with your cherry colored nails.
A small rock with his hips has you mewling in pain.
“Come on, stop fighting it.” He sighs, his rough fingers already tracing your clit, drawing circles and patterns and shapes that are yet to be discovered and named. “Relax for me.”
The natural response of your body doesn’t fail to impress him. Eren takes pride when he manages to let your juices seep from your lips. He got himself ingrained in every fiber of your being.
From the sweet noises and gasps spilling from your lips, it is not difficult to understand that you are feeling good at the moment. A particular upward thrust had your foot kicking high up in the air, knocking one of your plushy to the floor. Eren glances at the fallen innocent looking plush kitty and your debauched state and couldn’t resist stealing a kiss from you.
The heat pooling in your lower abdomen is spreading, making you impossibly more sensitive, feeling every drag of his heaviness on your walls. Every bump and vein, all designed to make you feel euphoric.
Slowly, with every wave of pleasure, you feel your control of your body slipping.
It felt like falling. An erotic scream bouncing on the walls. The pleasure had your eyes rolling backwards as liquid fire courses through your veins.
“There you go.” Eren laughs, only rocking his hips against you faster, his thumb tracing his name on your clit, dragging your release longer, as he was owning you.
A loud squelch of your own kitty being pounded by Eren had you all flushed and you pull your hands to cover your embarrassed state. A futile attempt as Eren easily pulls your hands back to his shoulders.
“S alright, baby. Sounds hot.”
You look up to Eren with love sick heart eyes, only pure admiration is what you feel towards the man who you gladly allowed to deflower you. Even with sweat sliding down his chest, his brows twisted to a frown, his teeth gritted, everything about him is just so enticing.
You let your head rest on the softness of the plushies and you just watch Eren make you feel good.
“What’s wrong, baby?” His movements halted and he stiffens before moving his hips faster and more erratically. “Tapping out?”
Gently, you hook your legs around his hips and you shake your head. “Nope.” You giggle but it turns to a small hiccup when he lifts your legs and presses your knees to your shoulders. The soft thin fabric of the thigh highs rubbing on his heated bronzed skin.
What a scandalous way he has you right now. But Eren doesn’t care as he uses his weight to press your own legs on your torso and pounding into you with all he has, making his heavy balls slap the globes of your ass.
He has you folded so shamelessly and still has the cheekiness to grin at you.
“Look at you.”
Broken mewls are all you can give him as he overwhelms you, overstimulating you in the best way he can. A shiver runs through your body when you feel your juices seeping to your bum, definitely wetting the sofa. You open your eyes and could see your feet rocking with Eren’s movements. Tiredness hit your hips first, crawling up your thighs.
“What’s wrong?” Eren nips your nose when you scrunch it up.
You put a palm on his face to keep him away. “Hurts. ‘M tired.”
He hums and you smile sleepily at him.
But he isn’t letting up like how you expected him to.
“Ren. Eren, please.” You sob.
A snarl rips from Eren’s throat and you feel every rumble of his bulging pecs on your chest. Your breath hitches when he buries himself inside you and stays there. Every twitch of him inside you, every ridge of his muscular thigh against your bum, and the warm spurt of his cum.
It was thick, goopy, and too much!
Eren continues to fuck his cum deeper inside you, unfazed by the loud squelching your cunt makes. Tears flow to your cheek as your body gives in to him for the second time that night. Your walls pulse around him, milking his spent cock inside you.
“Whoa there.” Eren coos as he kisses you shoulder, your body still twitching. He holds your hip and slips out, his cum splashing on your swollen lips.
He straightens up, his chest rising and falling just like yours. His hand reaches to cup your cheek and you share vulnerability with him.
But his walls return quickly.
With half lidded eyes, you watch Eren get up and pick up the shirt he tossed earlier. You manage to lift yourself up to a sitting position to watch him open random drawers until he pulls out a small pink fabric. Your head tilting to the side as he brings it to his nose and takes a deep whiff.
Too tired to fight back, you let him slip the fabric, which turned out to be your panty, up to your thighs until its snug on your cunt. Immediately, you feel it turn sticky but you ignore it when Eren makes you raise your arms up as he helped you put on his shirt.
You pull the shirt slightly so you can read the print. 1.
“It’s yours now.” He tells you.
“But this is your jersey?” You mumble while pulling a bunny plushy.
Eren buckles his belt and puts on his compression tank top. “I got lots of it.” He finally slips his shoes back on. “Come on.”
You rise carefully, your bunny still squished in your arms. “Where are we going?”
“In case you haven’t noticed, we didn’t use protection when we fucked.” You flushed at his bluntness. “We’ll go get you a pill.”
You grab your keys and you slip on the first footwear you see, your ballerina flats and you quickly run to Eren’s side after locking your door.
You smile giddily when he didn’t say anything as you cling to his hand.
“I’m surprised to see your heels touching the ground. I thought your feet are specially made for high heels only.”
You giggle like a school girl. “Silly!”
The trip to the pharmacy was short and you are grateful the tired looking cashier didn’t ask anything else.
You still haven’t let go of Eren’s hand when you are back in his car as he drives you back to the dorm. A comfortable silence fills the car and you soon see the tall building of your university.
Eren reaches for your exposed knee when he brings the car to a halt as the traffic signal flashes red and you smile at him before popping a cherry flavored bubblegum in your mouth. You grimace at the bitter aftertaste. Eren chuckles at your expression making you erupt in giggles too.
You wish he’d say something, anything that would tell you that you’re not the only one exhilarated at what happened between you.
It was terrifying for you but you are glad you did it with him.
With your chest so full of warmth, you can’t help the words spilling from your lips.
“Eren, I know you feel what I feel.”
The traffic light flashes yellow and he remains silent, you can tell he’s having a battle in his head with the way he’s staring hard at the empty street in front of you, his jaw twitching with every passing second, his hold on your knee getting a tad tight.
“It’s okay, you don’t have to-”
“What are you talking about?” He chuckled dryly as he pulls his hand from your knee to shift the gear stick. “You know for a fucking fact that this doesn’t change anything between us.”
Your back hits the passenger seat with the speed of the car lurching forward. Your chest tightens and the street lights bled together as tears fill your eyes. There was no commitment being made earlier as your bodies molded as one.
He is not yours as you are not his.
“I did warn you not to get close to me.”
Sequel: Number One Fan
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title: Y/N and her boys [sneak peek]
pairing : Upper classman/popular kid!Gojo Satoru x F!reader, Exchange student!Eren Jaeger x F!reader, MMA Fighter/Celebrity!Ryomen Sukuna x F!reader, Childhood Bestfriend!Aki Hayakawa x F!reader, Varsity football player!Itoshi Rin x F!reader (use of she/her pronouns)
Genre: Alternate Universe-University setting, romance, fluff, angst (if you squint), slice of life, drama, all cliche romance genres unite! (Based on the Manhwa, Bunny and her Boys)
Summary: Y/N’s denied the existence of pretty boys and god forbid she’d ever end up dating one yet with one horrid break-up, she decides that relationships aren’t just meant for someone stupid like her but the problem is — five of them suddenly appear and god, why does it seem like they can’t get enough of her?
General warning for the story: mild sexual content, cliche tropes (help), mahito is his own warning, minor character death, mentions of depression, a lot of second-hand embarrassment from y/n's part (shes not a cool girl, SHE IS A BUBBLING MESS AND THATS OK <33), insecurities, bullying, and mentions of cheating
Notes: english isn't my first language! (dont judge me) this multi-chaptered story will probably be 20-30 chapters (idk) in ao3. you can totally tell this story is rooted from self-indulgence LMFAO. Im not sure if i should cross post it but im leaning towards ao3 more either ways, can't wait to release this on friday!
also can u guess who she ends up with :P rb’s are appreciated yay FULL VERSION IS RIGHT HERE!
SNEAK PEAK
“Maybe…Maybe we should break up.”
There's another round of silence between you two, and you know that you can’t exactly take it back anymore since you had said it loud and clear, “Woah, woah, I told you I wasn’t with Misa.” his voice turns louder, and the background noises are good as gone as if he had left the noisy place, “Where are you? I’m coming to get you-”
“I said,” you try to control the stammering of your voice, trying to avoid the stares of the people who cast odd glances, “We’re done. I don’t want to see or hear from you again.” and before he could let another excuse out of his mouth, you end the call. It is only now that you notice how your legs have been quivering and your mouth has gone dry, seemingly like a pup who had just been born and trying to walk. You lose your footing and sit down on the dirty pavement.
No tears were shed at that very moment, probably because you were only stupefied, and it was written clearly on your face that this wouldn’t be something you’d recover anytime soon. Heck, you couldn’t even grasp the idea entirely that someone you’ve been friends with for years and, eventually, a lover would do that to you.
Was it as easy as a snap of a finger?
“Miss? Miss?” someone calls out, but it only bounces back to him like an echo in a cave. You remain still, eyes blinking rapidly while the rest of your face is slack. Everyone around you continued to move, but you remained there like a decorated statue.
“Miss? Christ, you’re about to be–” the husky voice also stops, and it’s only now that you look up to find a man. He seems stocky but, simultaneously, smaller, as if he didn’t want to come off as intimidating when he maintained eye-to-eye contact.
He is incongruous with everyone who walks by since he desperately tries to hide his features with a baseball cap and a dark face mark. The only thing you can see are strands of his bleached hair, his eyes that resemble the sunshine that peeked through the glasses of whiskey, and the swirls of ink becoming visible underneath his coat when he stretches out his arm.
If this were any other day, you’d run in the opposite direction because he looked like an unscrupulous loan shark, but your body remains in a state of unknown fatigue that you just wanted to stay still.
You watch as his face softens, the lines on his forehead somewhat disappearing when he watches the color bleed from your face. “...Alright…” he stops, squinting as he crouches to your level. His thick thighs encompass the rough expanse of his straight jeans, and you wondered if he had been an athlete or something. Aside from his built, his presence was rather invigorating, “oh…” he continues, “Sorry, you-uh…” The confidence he had to throw you off is gone like the evening dust as he motions his index finger up and down his face.
At that moment, you feel something wet running down your cheek. It seemed like the waterworks were late.
You didn’t want to be a pity party in front of anyone, and you’d expect there to be only bystanders, not ‘good samaritans’.
You sniffled, violently wiping the tears away as you felt your ribs were too tight when you took one long breath, “I’m fine…” you respond monotonously.
Who were you even fooling?
“Right…” you carefully watch him take out a handkerchief, “Fine, sitting on a dirty pavement near my car doesn’t make you look fine, Miss.” he prodded.
“Well, what do you care, anyways?” you tried to keep your voice from cracking, but the stranger showed no qualms of anxiety or fear, nor did he seem mad at your snappy attitude. The blue handkerchief is laid on his palm, waiting for you to take it, yet you exhibit no signs of accepting his kindness. Instead of forcing you through like the usual status quo, he returns it to his pockets.
The odd man.
“Well, for one, I don’t want to run your feet over since I’m parked over here,” he thumbs towards the black jeep that’s parked in front of you, “And my mom didn’t raise me to leave a girl sitting alone, crying her eyes out…”
“Well, did your mom tell you to mind your own business, as well?” your body remains heavy and distant from the stranger, not minding if it came off as rude, but you’ve always been wary of them, especially the ones who claimed to be nice. You wouldn’t be swayed even if you were in a vulnerable place.
He sucks in a deep breath, quite surprised that you had the energy to exchange a vehement response to him. Weren’t you just about to bawl your eyes out?
“Well, you honestly looked like you deserve some niceness after whatever happened.” he conceded, remaining suspiciously friendly, “Piece of advice, though, if it’s a guy, he’s not worth it.”
“I-what makes you think it’s a guy?” there it goes again, the unknown tightening of your throat and the way the gummy lids on your eyes would heat up as if a pipe of water was about to burst and flood the segways any moment.
“It’s always an asshole who doesn’t seem to know how to treat a woman right.” he lamely explains, and slowly but hesitantly, as if he was waiting for you to move away, he places one hand on top of your hand.
Unlike a while ago, you weren’t as hostile, but you were confused about why the stranger suddenly did this and didn’t seem to tilt away like you usually would, “So go home tonight, Miss. Cry it out and wake up tomorrow for yourself. You’ll be fine.”
You don’t even see his entire face, but the way he gently caresses your hair as if you were a long-time friend had your lips quivering, and without even realizing it, your torso bends forward. You bury your face in your arms, finding solace in your makeshift fetal position.
The stranger says nothing more; honestly, you didn’t even mind. His newfound presence is comforting.
#jjk x reader#jjk imagines#gojo x reader#sukuna x reader#aot x reader#eren x reader#blue lock x reader#rin itoshi x reader#csm imagines#aki hayakawa x reader#aot imagines#guess who the guy is lmfao#📝📝.y/n and her boys
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SHAWTY FUCK WIT’ ME CUZ SHE KNOW I’M POPULAR
RICHBOY!EREN YEAGER X RICHGIRL!READER
WARNINGS: Smut, car sex, Jean tryna sabotage eren and y/n, swearing, weed, jealous sex, Jealous eren
SYNOPSIS: You and Eren have started your relationship and have become exclusive, but when Jean finds out, he decides that he wants you for himself..
A/N: I wanted to release this on the day i hit 1k but it’s cool💀 I made two drafts for pt 2, this and one and another one where eren invited Y/n over for dinner at his parents and she meets zeke. I dunno if i like this draft as much but I decided to release it cuz car sex wit eren???
This is pt2 of Soundgasm
It’s been months, and in those months , you’ve spent them with Eren. Yes, it was semi fucking, semi talking but it was with Eren nonetheless. Of course, you didn’t want to make it obvious to your parents that you were seeing someone- if you can even call it that. But, if you had the choice, you’d chill with Eren everyday.
Yet again, you were at the country club. Except this time, you were more than happy. Mainly due to Eren being behind you, holding your hands as you held the club. You swore that Eren couldn’t distract you when you were golfing and he put you to the test.
You couldn’t stop giggling as he kissed your neck and rested his chin on your shoulder, “Eren, you’re gonna make me miss it.”
“I thought you were the best golfer here?”, he put his cap on your head. His head was definitely bigger than yours. Despite that, he found it cute how it looked on you.
However, inside the country club building, a tall brunette stared at the touchy scene in front of him. It was his friend - or more frenemie - kissing on some girl. He’s seen you before from time to time. Jealousy didn’t show on his face but he was definitely feeling it inside.
“Jean, bro…is that Eren?” Connie, another teenager asked Jean. You’ve met Connie before, he’s a little to weird for you and quite literally the definition of ‘spoiled brat’. Splashing his parents cash as if it was spare change.
Jean nodded, “Who’s the girl?”
“That’s Y/N. I didn’t know they were close like that.” Connie raised a brow, scratching his bald head.
“I didn’t know that there was a ‘they’ anyway…” Jean muttered, pulling down his Cartier aviators.
You see, Jean didn’t love Eren. Yeah, that was his friend from middle school. And yes, they’d had a happy friendship until they grew into teenagers. Jean thought Eren would stay on the hockey team, like he promised. And when Eren turned around and joined the basketball team, getting all these offers angered Jean.
Not enough for Jean to be praying on Erens downfall, but enough for Jean to think that maybe, just maybe, you’d be happier with him.
When you guys finished golfing, Eren took you over to the bar, paying for both of your drinks. “You gonna come to my game this Saturday?”
“I haven’t missed one this season..” You smiled at him, causing butterflies to float in his stomach. “I don’t see why I’d miss this one.”
Eren loved when you came to his games. You were his motivation. Yeah, because he didn’t want to lose and embarrass himself in front of the girl he was so close calling his girlfriend. But, seeing your smile after scoring was enough for him.
“I’ll see if coach can get you better seats this time. What did your parents think of the last game-” “Eren!”
When you looked behind him, you saw three people walk up to you. Constance, who you’ve met, was smiling, dressed in a large, navy blue varsity jacket with a white hoodie underneath and the same coloured cargoes.
There was a brown haired girl, who you haven’t met. She wore a casual lilac summer dress with her hair up in a ponytail. Her eyes were huge, in a cute way. She smiled at you, her cheeks rosy and round.
The guy in the middle of them was the tallest out of the three of them, he may be taller than Eren. There were striking similarities between the two however. For starters, they were both tall, brunettes, pretty eyes. He wore a tight long sleeved white top and some joggers. There was no doubt about it, he was definitely intimidating but weirdly, he wore a smile on his face.
“You didn’t tell me you’ve got a girl..” The taller boy wrapped his arm around Erens neck. You saw him put a little bit of pressure as Eren began chuckling. “All grown up now, huh?”
“Shut up, Jean..” Eren responded, smiling after seeing his best friend. “Y/N, this is Jean, Sasha and Connie.”
They all smiled at you and you gave one back. “Connie? Is that a nickname?” You asked.
“Don’t tell me he gave you that bullshit about his name being Constance.” Jean cackled, his friend’s cheek going red with embarrassment. “It’s a name his grandma gave him and she’s the only reason why he can call himself a quarter Dominican.”
Connie barked out insults at Jean earning a few heads to turn towards your group at the bar. You all continued to laugh. Jean especially payed close attention to your smile and how pretty it looked.
After you all had your drinks, you all chose to chill outside, soaking up in the sun. A conversation had already begun but, it was mainly Jean giving Eren shit.
“I told you if you stayed doing hockey, we would’ve made it big.” Jean sighed as Eren rolled his eyes for the nth time.
“You do hockey?” You ask.
He smiles at your curiosity, “Yeah, I do. Our team are on our third championship and hopefully, getting our fourth by next Friday.”
Eren watches as Jean continues to babble about hockey. He sees the face he makes. That one face where he seems unbothered but Jean’s really trying to impress you.
“I see you do golf. Well, we all did this morning.” As Jean spoke, Connie held back laughter, disguising it with a cough. Sasha seemed to be confused to and nudged Connie, hoping he’d tell her.
It took a few minutes before you realised they probably saw you and Eren playing together. A shy laugh leaves your mouth, “It was just practice. Eren’s a little rusty…”
“Oh, he’s rusty in golf too? He was rusty in the court too is what I’m hearing.” The table falls into silence after Jeans dig at Eren. You fear Eren will retaliate, cause a scene. But all Eren does is chuckle as he eats the last of his sorbet.
“Who you hearin that from?” Eren asked.
“People in your team, Yeager.” Jean smirks.
The tension that was now at your table couldn’t even be cut with a knife, it’d need something much greater. You can barely hear anyone breathe let alone talk.
You look at Eren, attempting to get him to look at you back but, he doesn’t
However, Connie clears his throat after a few seconds of silence, “Well, Eren I know you have a game on Saturday which is why I’m being so generous and throwing a party on Sunday. And of course, Y/n and yourself are invited.”
It took a lot of convincing from you in order for Eren to say yes to going to Connie’s party. He was filled with excuses, ‘i’ll be too tired from the game’ and ‘Connies parties are too much’. But once he heard you say you wanted to go so you can meet his friends, he knew it was just out of the kindness of your heart.
So, on Sunday, Eren picks you up in his Mercedes - what he didn’t mention was that he begged his father to give him the car so he could impress you.
It did kinda hurt when you didn’t gawk at his car but he didn’t mind it. Maybe you just weren’t impressed by material items.
When he pulled up to Connies house, you were both immediately met with a loud bass that shook the whole neighbourhood. Eren sighed before walking into the house, he wasn’t a frequent party guy but he enjoyed them.
As soon as you walked in, the smell of weed and alcohol met your nostrils. Random people were all over each other, kissing, grinding or shotgunning. Eren made sure your hand was in his at all times, he didn’t want one of these weirdos talking to you.
“I-Is that Eren Yeager?!” Connie walked up to the two of you with open arms. It took you by surprise how he hugged the both of you. “I didn’t think you’d come.”
“I didn’t want to.” Eren muttered.
“Your house is beautiful, Connie. Why would your parents let you do this?” You chuckled.
You saw Connie’s eyes shift left and right before he shrugged. “They don’t know.” He saw your mouth open as you were about to say something. “And they don’t need to know.”
You sighed before Connie asked if you guys wanted any drinks and went to go get you something. Eren said something but due to the very loud music drowning him out, you replied with a “What?!”.
“Come dance!” He said. “Need to let everyone know you’re mine..”
A smirk grew on your face as you realised what this all was about. “Is Eren Yeager jealous?”
Eren quickly looked away. He doesn’t get jealous, mainly because he’s used to getting what he wants when he wants. And God help whoever tries to take that away from him.
After Connie came back with drinks, you let loose. The alcohol made you less reserved, causing you to start new conversations with randoms around the house.
Eren doesn’t usually dance but when he felt you grind against his crotch, Eren suddenly felt some rhythm in his legs. It was almost like you were right back on the field having him help you practice with golf.
This scene was a little more intimate and a little more risqué. His hot breath hit your neck before he kissed it. You felt his strong hands grip on your hips subtly moving your hips to where he wanted them.
It was getting way too hot. You turned around and looked at him in the eye. His pretty eyes were lidded as he looked down at you. The corner of his lips were curled up into a grin, he wanted to kiss you so bad.
“I need to go to the bathroom.” You whisper into his ear. “Afterwards, I want you to take me somewhere - anywhere - and fuck me…”
Eren watched as you walked away so innocently. Sweetly asking Connie where’s the bathroom and politely asking people to excuse you.
He’d fulfil your wish.
Unexpectedly, you were met with a long queue to Connies bathroom. You weren’t even sure if some of the people in the line were even there to go to the bathroom but rather for a quickie.
“I know he doesn’t know you that well but Connie really made you use this bathroom…?” A low voice spoke behind you. When you turned around, Jean stood with a grin plastered on his face.
You chuckle, “There’s another bathroom?”
Jean puts his index finger by his lips, “Don’t tell everyone.” He whispers causing you to giggle. “It’s his parent’s on suite. Come, I’ll take you.”
Nothing was stopping you from following him. You were desperate for the toilet and the quicker you can do your business, the quicker you can get back to Eren.
Jean opens the door, holding it open for you to pass.
“That one…” He points at the door and you thank him before running to the bathroom. You finish your business and look in the mirror to take a good look at your appearance.
All that dancing had done something to your make up. You chuckle as you notice how your eye bags seemed slightly darker from your mascara and how your lip gloss was slightly smudged.
Once you leave the bathroom, you were met with Jean sitting on Connie’s parent bed, lighting a blunt. His eyes were on you as he placed it in between his lips.
“You’re gonna get Connie in trouble when his parents come home and their bed smells like weed..” You chuckle, finding a place on the bed to sit.
He shrugs, “The windows are up. Besides, they love me. I’m like the golden child in their eyes.”
You chuckle. The atmosphere was strange. Jean seemed like a chill guy but he was definitely arrogant in some way. All thoughts left your mind, however, when Jean took the blunt out of his lips and passed it to you.
“Nah, I don’t..smoke..” You smiled. “You shouldn’t either, Mr championship hockey player. It’s bad for your lungs and shit.”
He shakes his head grinning. “I don’t do it often. It’s just tonight, I wanna relax.”
“You better not do it often. When you make it big, it might be detrimental.” You mutter. Jean sees the way you play with your fingers and he can’t tell if you’re nervous or if that’s a habit.
Whatever it is, it’s cute.
“When I make it big, huh? What makes you think I’ll make it big?” He asks, he moves himself slightly closer to you but not too close where you’re uncomfortable.
You look at him. “You have an athlete persona. And, the way you were making it sound in the country club, you were destined for greatness.”
Jean shrugs, as if he doesn’t care. But he’s smiling in his head because he knows he’ll make it big. All the offers and scholarships piled at his front door aren’t just imaginary.
“Nah..” Jean chuckles. “I been playin since I could walk it feels like. My mom…she wasn’t filthy rich when I was born so it was hard to get me lessons. But when she slowly became richer, I’ve been at the top of my game. I owe it all to her, really.”
A smile adorns your face as you hear him talk about his mother. “How about you? I hear you do…golf?”
You then go on to ramble how you’ve been playing golf for a little over ten years now and how everyone thinks it’s boring, but it’s fun for you.
“And, you teaching Eren how to golf now?” He looks at you smugly. Something was telling you that Eren would be brought up. “He never seemed that interested before he met you I assume.”
You shrug, “He’s…good. But yeah, basketball is his thing. Golf is definitely mine.” You chuckle but Jean doesn’t. He just grins, and looks away.
The room falls silent as Jean continues to smoke, “You like him?”
The question almost catches you off guard, was it not clear in the country club?, “Yeah…I really do. He’s been great.”
Your answer leaves Jean a little more jealous than he should be. However, he does nothing but chuckle. “I’ve seen this happen so many times, y’know?”
“Seen what happen?”
He looks at you, blankly, “Eren gets a girl to fall in love with him and in the end, he leaves them for dust. It’s happened to that girl, Historia? Don’t know if you know her?”
Jean knew that what he was saying was a lie. Well, it was a half lie. Eren and Historia briefly dated and it was a very nasty break up. It was filled with toxicity from both parties and the relationship would’ve rot had it continued. But that was Eren’s first toxic relationship.
Ask any of his previous girlfriends, apart from Historia, they’d tell you that he was the one that got away.
“No..No, I don’t.” You answer. Was everything Eren told you a lie? Like how he’s never felt like this about anyone? Was it all just bullshit?
The conversation that was ahead didn’t appeal to you, so you stood from the bed. “Thanks for the conversation, Jean. It was nice getting to know you.”
He stands too, “It’s nothing. I shouldn’t have said all that about Eren. It’s none of my business…It’s the weed talkin..”
“No, you might’ve just opened my eyes a little.” You sigh, walking to leave the bedroom.
When you open the door, you were met with those same pretty eyes you’d been looking at for months. He looks at you, then behind you to see Jean. You can see him mentally try to connect the dots, but it’s too late. It didn’t help that your lip gloss was smudged.
“Eren..” You say, before he storms away.
You follow Eren outside as he marches back to his car. Obviously, from his perspective, he’s seen the girl he likes and his friend in a room that smells of weed. And, your lip gloss smudged.
But you have questions of your own. “Eren, stop..”
“Just get in the car, I’ll drop you home.” He sighs as he opens his side of the car. Normally, he’d walk over and open your door first. But he’s mad, furious.
The car ride starts off silent. Well, for the most part. The roading chants from Connie’s house echo throughout the driveway.
“Did you make out with him? Or fuck him?” He asks, like it’s an ordinary question.
You look at him in disbelief, “You’re not serious..”
“What? I’m seeing my girl and my friend in a room, what am I supposed to think?” He scoffs.
In any other situation, the way Eren called you ‘my girl’ would make your cheeks grow warm. But now is not the time, “I can’t speak to one of your friends?”
“Was that you were doing?” Eren asks sarcastically.
“Yeah, it was. And the things he told me about you surprised me the most.” You scoff back at him before crossing your arms and staring out the window.
Eren stays silent for a second, “What’d he say?”
“We talked about Historia. And how that and every other relationship you’ve had was toxic as hell.”
If Eren wasn’t driving, he’d snap his head to look at you in total disbelief. What Eren were you guys talking about? Because it surely isn’t Eren Yeager.
The same Eren Yeager who picked flowers from his mothers flowerbed to give to his first girlfriend before she cheated on him? Or the same Eren Yeager who was left soaked after giving girlfriend no.2 his jacket when it was raining like crazy?
“Y/N, I know you’re smart, c’mon..” He sighs. “He’s only saying that so you look at me differently.”
“And why would he-” “Because he’s attracted to you, Y/N!” He says, at this point he’s beyond annoyed. Finding out Jean was trying to jeopardise his new relationship was enough, but finding out you believed him?! Icing on the cake.
Once Eren says those words, it’s like everything clicked for you. That’s why he threw shade at eren at the country club.
“Ask any ex of mine, I was nothing but good to them..” Eren sighs. “Historia…Historia was the only toxic one. She cheated first, then I cheated. And yeah, I regret it. But…I was hurt.”
You look at him, full of regret. “I’m…I’m sorry, for not believing you..”
He shakes his head. “It’s whatever.”
The rest of the car ride is silent before Eren stops at a red light. You can tell this whole situation has pissed him off. But, there’s nothing you can do to regain his trust.
“One question, though..” Eren muttered. You turned to look at him straight away.
“You didn’t fuck him?”
You sighed, smiling slightly. “No, Eren. I barely even looked at him.”
“Good.” He turned into a car park and parked there. “Come ride me..”
The casualness in which he said that surprised you. But, it was the least you could do. Awkwardly, you made your way to sit on his lap.
Eren grabbed the back of your neck and pushed your face towards his, inviting you into a lengthy and sloppy kiss. His anger was radiating from the kiss alone as his other hand began to grab your ass from behind.
You felt his pull your skirt up slightly so he could grab your panties. That’s when you heard a loud rip. You immediately felt the absence of your panties but you didn’t care. For now, all that mattered was making him feel good.
“Eren..I want you..” Eren smiled into the kiss after hearing your words. His hands went down to his joggers, pulling them down so his dick sprung out.
It was hard and throbbing against you. “Maybe we should argue more often.” He smiled at you, before kissing you again.
The feeling if Eren’s cock sliding in between your folds made you crazy. You wanted nothing but for him to thrust inside you, but you knew that you couldn’t be too impatient.
“This is what you wanted, hm? Talking to my friends, tryna get me jealous so I could fuck you like a whore, huh?” He whispered in your ear. You didn’t answer, the feeling of Eren against you making you unable to form words. “Answer me, Y/N.”
You nod, biting your lip. Suddenly, you feel a sharp slap on your bare ass. “Y/N, you’ve been pissing me off all night, use your words.”
“Yes!” You whimper. “I just wanted you to fuck me..”
Eren knows that was the case all along. If it wasn’t, you wouldn’t have grind on him like no one was watching.
Finally, Eren pushes his cock inside you. You gasp at the feeling, gripping onto his shoulders tightly. Eren smirks as your hips begin to rock, slowly but it feels amazing.
A string of moans leave your plump lips. Eren groans at the way your pussy tightens around him ever so slightly. “You’re fucking mine, okay?”
You nod again, forgetting how Eren wants you to speak. He thrusts up into you roughly, earning a loud moan from you. His strokes are quick and satisfying. You feel like you’re gonna cum before he abruptly stops.
“Ren..” You whine.
“You want me to fuck you like that? Then, fucking speak when I’m talking to you.” His voice is low as he tells you what he wants.
You begin to bounce on his cock. Obviously, it’s quite cramped because cars aren’t made for sex. But you make it work. Eren’s hands grip tightly on your hips as you speed up.
And Eren so badly wants to rip your shirt to see your beautiful boobs. But he knows hes dropping you back to your parents.
So, he settles for pulling up your top, exposing your tits. He greedily sucks and kisses all over them. If your mind wasn’t already scrambled by his dick, this would send you.
“Eren, fuck..feels too good..” You whimper.
He notices you slowing down and slaps your ass again, “Don’t slow down. You were talking all that shit earlier, like you know shit..”
A whine leaves your mouth again as you try to bounce on his cock as feverishly as you did before. But you just don’t have that much energy.
“You need some help, huh?” He asks and you mewl out a small, ‘please’.
Immediately, you feel Eren snap his hips up into you, fucking you hard and deep. You lose your breath for a second before gnashing your teeth down on your lip, attempting to muffle your moans.
His lips are back on your tits and then they travel up to your neck, hard enough to leave marks. You try to stop him, realising that if your parents see a hickey, they’d be angry as hell. But, all efforts are futile.
“You gonna speak to Jean again?” He says, breathlessly.
“N-No!”
His hands slap your ass a few more times, “I know, baby. Because you’re mine, hm? These tits are mine, this pussy is mine, yeah?”
You nod, this time Eren doesn’t care because he so close to cumming. “You’re about to make me come, baby. I can feel you’re close.”
“I’m so fucking close, Ren..” You hug him as he fucks you even more faster than he did before. Eren groans out a ‘Fuck!’ before you cum all over him, causing him to cum too.
The car smells like pure sex as you and Eren try to regain your breath. He looks up at you and kisses you. It’s a softer kiss but it still sends butterflies to your stomach.
“Be my girlfriend.” He mutters in between kisses.
You look at him and smile. “I’d be honoured..”
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tw . . . mature, female anatomy (she/her) pronouns, black coded reader, l word, switch armin, fingering, rough sex, titty fucking, raw dogging, blowjob, dirty talk, pn ( babe, baby ) alcohol, choking, mentions of overstim, (2) rounds, creampie
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your miserable sighs radiated off the walls of the hazy and dimly lit bar. you twirl the callus of your index finger around the crystalline shot glass, thinking rough and hard about not only your life in nursing school but also the affairs in your outside life. you were exhausted no doubt. not only having to stay arm and arm with your work and professors but also having to do shifts at a nursing home to gain experience. you were working your ass off now, but you knew sooner rather than later it would pay off.
a life full of chanel bags, travel, dior, fun, first class, no kids, shaking ass on a lavish yacht with your bestest girlfriends, chauffeurs, and exotic restaurants.
to sum it up, a life you deserved.
but although that was the future and right now the present sucked, you still had things keeping you sane.
those things being those best friends you had plans doing not so classy activities with, the few professors that actually put in the work to explain materials to you after a long lecture, some of your co-workers,
and then last but not least—
your fuck buddy, armin arlert.
an upcoming police officer still undergoing school and training with his best friend, eren. you two had gone to different high schools but were initially introduced your junior year by your friend—christa, who you were also attending nursing school with.
the blonde didn’t have as good a stomach as you did. she couldn’t stomach wounds or even the thought of having to probably stick her hand in a woman during birth to potentially save their life if they were hemorrhaging. which is why you were a bit confused about why she wanted to join the particular field of nursing she did. but you were sure when it came time, she would find her place and not disappoint due to her concentrated and caring attitude.
but enough about christa. back to armin.
to put it simply, armin was sexy. and you knew the minute he got his uniform, gun, and badge, he would be the ultimate panty dropper.
but for now, he was yours.
you both had developed a friendship over time and it gradually got deeper by the time you two had graduated.
the first time you two had fucked, it was completely unexpected. you two were at a varsity college party and unlike your friends that were undeniably fitting in, you two had a much harder time. you had driven your drunk friends to your house and let them crash there. you were catching up with one another and one thing led to another and sooner rather than later you two were quietly and without any experience once however—sharing not-so-innocent touches in your old bedroom.
deciding that you didn’t want your intimacy to end, you both kept it up. beginning to grow more mature and experienced in bed, he slowly learned your body. what you liked, where you liked to be touched, and the parts that he touched that drove you insane. he made love to you soft. gentle. like he had all the time in the world.
never in his life dreaming of hurting you.
and it was nice at first! of course, it was! he treated you like a princess in bed and gave you nothing less than princess treatment. showing you the delights and sweet pleasure of his tongue and the ecstasies he could bring about with just two fingers. he was what anyone woman would want in bed.
but there was the con of him being too damn soft. it was so fun with him and you really didn’t want to ruin it because of your selfish tendencies and wants. you wanted him to be rough with you. you wanted to be manhandled. treated like a whore. for him not to stop until you were a sobbing mess.
you wanted to be fucked.
and you knew he just wouldn’t go for it.
you tried to initiate it once before. telling him to put his hand around your throat and moaning out for him to go harder. faster. and he did go harder, and somewhat faster— making sure his strokes were nice and deep to get you pumped up. but the thing was that his hand didn’t meet your neck once.
“girl, what’s wrong? your vibes been off since we got here!” your friend aliyah asked, and you groaned at her question, grabbing your shot and downing it quickly. “I’ll tell you, it’s that lil piece of hers that got her feelin' some typa way,” your friend, hope kicked in, and you rolled your eyes. you drop your head with a whine and feel your friend's hands rub your back.
“he just won’t. . . he’s so perfect it’s just. . .” you trickle out and they let out a few ‘awes’. “what’s wrong?! tell us everything!” aliyah exclaims taking a sip of her alcohol-infused soda.
“armin. . . he just won’t…” you stop, not even being able to verbally spit the words out. “come on girl! get it out! it’ll feel much better!” hope encourages and you finally feel something snap. “he just won’t fuck me right…” you whisper, and they gasp. before they can jump to any conclusions, you make sure to clear up any speculations degrading armin as a partner.
“no, not like that! he’s really good in bed. like the absolute best! he’s patient, slow, encouraging, and he’s really sweet,” you say, and they tiredly deadpan in confusion. “but… i don’t think i want our sessions to be slow and sweet anymore.” you finish, and their expressions light up. they clasp their hands together with a squeal.
“oh my god! our precious little y/n wants to be fucked like a slut!” you embarrassingly slap your forehead with your palm, feeling all eyes on you right about now. “wellll, have you considered talking to him about it?” hope asks, and you go right back to sulking.
“no, but i’ve tried to hint at it but he just didn’t get the memo i guess,” you respond and they finally begin to understand where you were coming from.
“well, baby, i hate to say it… but a closed mouth don’t get fed. if you want him to do something, you have to tell ‘im. you can’t expect him to read your mind,” aliyah states, and you nod your head in comprehension. “yeahhh, i know. . . it’s just that armin is literally one of the best things that i have right now—“
your friends cleared their throats dramatically and started glaring holes in your head. you sighed before smiling and giggling.
“second best.”
“and i just really don’t wanna fuck it up because of something so small,” you added, and they just smiled. “don’t think too hard on it, baby. i’m sure everything’ll come around,” hope said, and aliyah agreed.
you feel a weight lifted off your shoulder and finally feel able to enjoy your night with your best friends.
as your conversation ended, little did you know a certain muscular dark-brown-haired man was eavesdropping on your every word. he drank his last sip of shirley temple (without alcohol), taking the cherry in his mouth and letting the sweet juice ooze to fire up his taste buds. he threw the stem in the cup and let a twenty lay flat on the wooden bar island.
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a tired armin walked out of the steaming bathroom with a white towel wrapped around his hips and one drying the blonde strands of his hair. he strolled over to the dark wooded nightstand of his apartment and grabbed his phone checking for any notifications.
notifications specifically coming from you.
much to his dismay, nothing. absolutely nothing from you. he sighed before putting it back down. you hadn’t texted him for over a week. we’re you ghosting him? he hadn’t been sure what he had done wrong.
so that’s exactly why he had sent his man bun having friend to spy on you at the bar you occasionally attended with your girlfriends when you had spare time.
and as if on cue, his spying friend walked through the door of their shared apartment. he removed his black hoodie the minute he walked through the door— his prominent v-line and built figure becoming more and more toned by the day from him working out like a maniac to prepare for life in the police force.
“so, how is she?” armin voiced first, and eren took his hair from his elastic hair tie. “looked healthy and alive to me,” eren responded nonchalantly whilst walking to his dresser to pull a black tee from his drawer. while eren had his back turned, armin dropped his towel and took the opportunity to pull on a fresh pair of cotton boxers.
“you hear anything important?” he asked while pulling a white beater from his drawer. the room went silent for a bit as if eren was deciphering something. and then, a light bulb popped into his head.
“actually, yeah.”
armin continued to search through his drawers for a pair of sweat-shorts, waiting for him to finish up with his words. he finally found a pair, putting them on and letting them loosely and comfortably hang from his hips. as armin reaches for his reading glasses, eren finally finishes his sentence.
“something about you not fucking her right,”
eren concludes, and armin freezes.
his arm stopped in mid-air not even touching his glasses. he turned around, meeting his friend's eye with a glare. “that’s not funny, eren,” armin deadpanned. they shared cold eye contact before eren broke and snickered.
“chill out lover boy. she didn’t say that but from what i’ve heard, it was something about her wantin’ to be fucked like a slut instead of all that mushy shit you keep doing.” armin slightly gasped, and his eyes dropped to the floor. he grabbed his glasses and put them on, letting his eyesight enhance.
“armin, don’t take it to heart. she doesn’t wanna ditch you. she just doesn’t wanna fuck everything up by making you uncomfortable. and of course, her being an awkward overthinker and taking the literal worst approach, just like you would— she just started avoiding you,” eren stated, and armin sat down on his bed with a sulk, sighing heavily.
“i know, i know. i just. . .” armin’s hands that rested between his thighs came up under his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose. “are you comfortable with that? like the whole being rough thing? i don’t think i’ve ever seen you real mad before,” eren asks, and armin moved his hands.
“i’m more than comfortable, i just don’t wanna fuck up and accidentally hurt her,” armin groaned out, and eren smirked.
“think you could hurt her more than her sexual frustration?” armin gave eren a stink eye and before he knew it, eren was laughing uncontrollably like a kid. “you’re an asshole, eren,” armin slightly smiled, and eren fell dramatically back on his bed.
“hey, don’t think too hard on it,” eren remarked at armin’s evident fuzzy expression. “i wanna do it. i’m gonna do it. it’s just that i like some of the mushy shit we do,” armin said, and began to ponder a little on his answer. “actually, I like a lot of it.” he finished and eren snickered.
“well, you don’t gotta stop doing everything you’re used to. really that’d make shit a lot more uncomfortable and weird faster than your head could spin. so just stick with what you're used to but just rock it out as you go” eren replied and armin took in the information. “yeah. you’re right.”
eren sighed before rolling over on his side, starting to get comfortable in his bed. before he could drift off, he uttered a few restless words to armin. “don’t forget. you owe me for making me look like a fucking creeper at that bar.” armin smiled, grabbing a book and a small flat panel book light from his nightstand.
“yup. wouldn’t forget for anything in the world.”
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like always, you were incredible exhausted. you had did a shift at the 7-3 shift at the nursing home and lord knows you were tired. you thanked the heavens that you didn’t take the night shift because you weren’t sure if you would’ve been able to handle all the stress. you get out of your uber, and stride to your house. the house you grew up in, fortunately that your mom let you take while she was away living her life with no kids in jamaica.
you push the key in the door, twisting it and letting the door open. you walk in kicking it shut with your foot and locking it. you throw your key on the silver plate on the nightstand next to your front door. you head straight for the showers at this point feeling dirty and undignified. you felt like you smelled like old dirty must with a mix of musky lavender and old people. it was the fucking worst.
you walk into your bedroom, deciding to go a little more revealing considering you’d be alone tonight (so you’d thought). a black bra with matching panties and a robe. you took your scrubs and undergarments off, throwing them directly into your hamper. you twisted your frizzy hair into twists before sliding your pink butterfly decorated bonnet on. you put
your phone on the charger and rest it on the nightstand— and you wrap your towel around your body.
walking out of your room into the bathroom, you turn the knob of the shower and hold your hand out to check if the water was hot enough. when it was to your liking, you stepped in and automatically began bathing. you breathed out steadily and comfortably at the feeling of the water on your skin. you felt as if you were washing away not only the dirt, but your inner sins. showers like these were always the best after a long day.
you grabbed your rag, getting your sensitive skinned soap off the shower organizer and began lathering your body in it. there wasn’t a thought in your mind at the moment, but there was an unmistakably unsettling feeling settling on your skin.
it was as if your mind and energy from within was telling you something was going to happen. but you couldn’t mind it right now. not when you were so hyper fixated on how good the water against you felt. after about twenty-thirty minutes in the shower and the skin on the callus of your finger took a pruny look.
you wrapped your towel around your body and walked to your bedroom. you dry your body down, and begin to lather up in your shea butter and your method coconut, rice milk, and shea butter lotion that you grabbed off a high shelf from target. taking your bonnet off you take your curls out from the twists, slightly combing them out, but not too much to keep the slight tight lock look. you put your hair up in a loose ponytail, admiring the way the somewhat curls spilled out.
slipping your panties and bra on, you wrap your silk black robe around your figure. you slide your vanilla white fluffy slippers on and grab your phone and charger to ensure you wouldn’t have to move a fucking foot off the coach unless it was to use the downstairs bathroom. walking out of the bedroom, you make your way down the hall and start down the steps.
you walk into the living room and plug your phone up and put it on the couch before playfully jumping on the couch and rolling all the way over to the kitchen. you wobbly and giggly walk into the kitchen, and grab a glass from the bar cabinet. you slightly run the callous of your index finger along the bottles that courageously stood on the shelf. you decide you on an average, but good bottle of red wine.
you pour yourself a glass and open the refrigerator. your eye twitched, simply not wanting anything. but then your eyes fell upon a bag of green seedless grapes, and you smiled in victory.
putting the grapes into a bowl and washing them, you grab your wine and make your way to the couch. you put your drink down on the coffee table, carrying your bowl to turn out the light. sitting down you scroll for a movie or a show, settling for nonetheless the classic, shameless. your favorite porn with a plot. you grabbed the folded blanket on the couch and spread it over yourself.
this was fucking amazing.
you were finally laying back, your feet propped on the comfortable couch watching one of your beloved shows.
you had lost track of time, but all you knew was that it was dark outside and your glass of wine and grapes were gone having fallen pure victim to your mouth. you had dozed off to sleep with the show still running. maybe it was a symptom of working and going to school so much that you hadn’t even recognized that you were even asleep.
but you were pulled away when there was a knock to your door. you jolted awake, and shook the sleep away and let your hands rub at your eyes. god, what fucking time was it? you looked at the tv box surprised as you read 8:45 PM. no fucking way you were going to sleep now.
you stood up and rewrapped your robe, and slid your slippers back on. another knock erupted from the person behind the door and your eyebrow lifted. “just a minute!” you call out and you walked to the door — tiredly forgetting to look out of the peephole. you unlock it and open the door while continuously rubbing your eyes.
to your surprise, it was…
“armin?” your groggy voice is apparent as just having been sleep. “what’re you doing here-“ before you could finish your sentence, all of a sudden you were being shoved into your house. the door shut with the kick of a foot and suddenly your chest was pressed against it. the stupor of tire had fallen right out of you from the surprise. “armin! what are you— oh. . .!” you couldn’t suppress the sound of surprise that fell from your lips as armin suddenly snapped his hips up into you.
he offered you no words of welcome. instead, whispering in your ear; “do you want it?”
his words shock you at the suddenness off all of it. at the same time, you felt like you knew what “it” meant, but at the same time you didn’t. armin had never been this rough with you before. but with all the pent up sexual frustration you had from him not doing you the way you wanted to be did, you felt no reason to say no. in fact, you felt more motivated to get him more worked up.
“yes. . . yes, i want it.” you reply, grinding your ass back on him and you hear him groan behind you. you feel him ease up and you taken the opportunity to spin around and wrap your hands around his neck. he placed his hands on the back meat of your thigh motioning for you to wrap your legs around his waist. his strength coming in handy from him spending various hard working days and building muscles at the gym. his head dropped at your neck, sucking fierce hickeys into your skin.
you sigh blissfully at the feeling of him licking over your pleasure points. “why’re you being so aggressive, armin?” you softly breathe, rubbing your hands into his hair and massaging his scalp just the way he liked. “why’re you avoiding me?” he puts bass in his voice at the word you and you gasp as he bites your neck while violently pushing his hips up into you.
“i don’t know what you’re— fuck… talking about—“ you whisper out in between passionate moans. “tell me what you want.” between the malicious grinding and the nipping at the pleasure points of your neck, you felt your pride bit by bit going out the door he quite literally just came in from. “how do you want me to fuck you, y/n? a closed mouth won’t get fed,” his breath hit the shell of your ear and you let out a whine.
“please. . .” you moan, feeling overwhelmed in pleasure as you begin to work yourself up. “tell me, baby. please what?” his words came out like a command mixed with a whine and you budged. “armin. . . i want you to fuck me rough… fuck, please.” you feel him let out a shaken breath at your words as if he wasn’t expecting you to be so brazenly blunt.
“god, you’re so fucking hot. c’mere,” his command immediately fires and blazes up the candle lit between you two and your lips meet roughly. he walked toward the staircase and carried you at the same time. he pulled away from your lips for a bit, focusing on getting up the steps safely. it’d be a real mess if he lost footing and tripped down the steps with you still in his arms. that would surely kill the mood.
he gasped as he felt your lips kissing and slightly biting his neck, making sure not to leave any hickeys. you could hide your marks easily with makeup or even a long necked shirt under your scrubs. but armin unfortunately couldn’t. not when he was at training or at the gym. so that was a rule that was set between you two. finally, he was up the steps and he walked to your bedroom. he walked in and kicked the door shut with the heel of his shoe.
the minute he did you were already placed on the bed by him. he was already taking his shoes off and socks off, kicking them off to the side. he’d stalk toward you, and look you in the eye before rubbing your chin and jaw. “you sure you want this, babe? i don’t wanna hurt you,” his thumb rubbed over your lip and you smiled. the terms of endearment that you both called each other always made you feel bubbly inside even though you two weren’t in a relationship.
“you have no idea how much i want this armin. i want you so bad,” your hands rubbed over the tent that bulged out of his pants. he groaned before grabbing your hand. he had already knew where you were going with it.
“not like that.”
your hand rested back at your side and you noticed as his eyes were fixated on your chest then at your lips. you were slightly confused on what he was aiming at but then, it hit you.
oh.
his hands rubbed over your shoulder, and he smoothly slid your robe off your shoulders. you tense at the feeling of cold being met with your skin and the hair tickling feeling of the robe being slipped off. when your robe was entirely off of your upper half, his head slowly moved down to your head in a leaning position, and his hands placed themselves on either sides of your cheeks. his soft, buttered lips engulfed yours in a steamy kiss and you feel your thighs begin to tremble.
his hands rubbed the sides of your belly and you moaned into his mouth. his hands slither from cradling your face to your back. his hands maneuver their way to your bra and he unhooks it letting the hooks swiftly fly apart. he only moves away from you when you’re seemingly running out of breath. with another steaming tongue kiss, he moves away from you and stands at his full height. he takes your bra completely off and you shudder from the slight breeze in your room.
your eyes look up to his face, then down to his belt. his belt and pants were in the way at this point. your teeth slightly bite down on your lip and you give him a doe eyed expression. armin always gave you what you wanted the minute you gave him these eyes. your eyes fixated on his belt and your hands followed in pursuit. your hands rubbed the rough strap of his belt while letting your eyes roll up and meet his. keeping eye contact with him, he cracks first and you watch him toss his head back with a groans.
“can i please take these off, baby?” you ask, referring to both his pants and belt. he sighs blissfully. “fuck, yes. please,” he responds and you smile in victory. your hands scramble with his belt buckle, sliding the belt strap out and the metal part out. once the belt was unbuckled, you automatically remove the button from his pants and you slow your pace down a bit as you pull his hard cock from his boxers.
before you could take anymore control of the situation, armin grabbed a slight rough hold of your chin and moved your head up. you gasp and your arms move away from his cock on instinct. “slow down, i’m not going anywhere. okay?” his hand extends to your lip, and rubs your bottom lip. you repetitively nod in response and even you were taken aback by your sudden push into submission.
“talk to me, baby. i need you to use your words.”
fuck, you knew he was good at dirty talking you. he would always guide you through sex. but something about this felt so different and more sinful.
“yes, yes. okay,” you impatiently respond. “please let me touch you.”
armin felt his heart drop at this moment. you were already begging for him and he hadn’t barely touched you. he felt an ominous tingle settle on the back of his neck. it was taking him everything not to just bend you over the bed and take you over and over again until you physically couldn’t take it anymore.
“open your mouth.” you felt your stomach drop at his words. the tingles you felt in your stomach couldn’t be missed. you humbly abide by his command and part your lips, opening up enough so that his cock would fit. his hand tugged your head forward bringing you closer to his cock— which was dripping with pre-cum.
“you know what to do to me baby,” you don’t hesitate as you lick his tip and soon wrap your lips around it. “fuck yes, there you go,” you slowly move your head in, feeling tears prick your eyes automatically. you hollow your cheeks, and feel your head begin to cloud up at the lewd sounds that you two made as you both set a pace. his thumbs roughly dig into your head and he started to snap his hips up, meeting your mouth.
you hands gripped his shirt as you were really starting to depend on breathing through your nose. you felt your jaw begin to sore up and numb a little already from how rough he was being with you. “just like that b—babe, fuck. suck it like that. you’re doing so good f’me.”
armin was in heaven right now. he felt like the luckiest man on earth to see the sight laid upon him right now. your eyes lidded, your pretty hands gripping onto his polo white tee for dear life, and how fucking nasty and sinful you looked. your spit coated his cock in the nastiest way when you gave him head. but he didn’t want to get too lost in pleasure and forget about the tasks at hand. but it was so damn hard to find the courage to tell you to stop sucking him.
finally, after a few more thrusts and a few more gargles, he finally told you to stop. “fuck, fuck, stop.” you stopped the minute he told you to as if you’d been frozen. you pull him out of your mouth with a pop and he lets out a shaky chuckle as he wiped the spit from the side of your mouth. you give him a cloudy look of confusion and he just snickers again. “don’t wanna finish too quick. i still have a lotta other things i wanna do to you.”
fuck, he was driving you crazy. his words. his praise. his everything.
he guides his hands to yours and he puts your hands up to your chest. you already knew where this was going and you let yourself handle the rest. you pushed your tits together and armin admired the blasphemous sight before him.
“you gonna let me use you?”
“yes.”
“if it’s too much, you’ll tell me to stop, right?”
“mhm.”
“are you sure you sure you want this?”
“god, armin please just use me already,” your words make armin snap to realization. he was fucking up again. he had come this far and he wouldn’t dare kill the mood. “okay,” was all he said, before rubbing his cock on your tits. out of nowhere, you felt sudden wetness on your chest. your eyes peer down and— holy fuck.
he just spat on your tits.
he used his cock to spread his saliva all over your chest, lathering you up. he stopped when he was right under your boob, and to your surprise, he pushed right on up. he let out a moan, and your legs snapped shut like a swinging door. your thighs rub together and you whimper, beginning to work yourself up.
every-time he pushed his cock up, your lips were faced with his remaining inches. you could feel it. you were soaking. you were trying to release the tense feeling between your legs by rubbing your thighs together, but to no avail, it wouldn’t get you off. you wanted— no you needed to be filled by him. you needed to speed this process up. thus, this time when he pushed himself up into your breasts, you darted your tongue out on his tip.
the pitch of his moans went up, and his pace increased as he got needier and needier. “holy— fuck, fuck, fuck. . .” he moaned, and you could tell he was nearing the edge. it felt fucking amazing to know you were making him feel so good.
his whimpers were constant and the turns and twists of your stomach never ceased due to the lewdness of your activities. his face balled up and his hands gripped at your shoulders. “fuck. . . no more, no more,” he breathed out and you let your tongue lay flat back in your mouth. you stopped holding your breasts together and his hard cock snapped right back up to his abdomen. the sinful sight of you added kerosene to the fire that was already sparked between you two.
“fuck. turn over. turn over right fucking now.” his command does not slip into one ear and out the other. you immediately turn your body over, spreading out comfortably. you put your ass in the air and turn your head to the right side to catch a glimpse of him for his validation. “there you go, baby. so good f’me,” your pussy clenched at his praise, and his cold palm began to rub all over your body, starting at your asscheeks. he noticed how you sensitively jolted at his sudden touch.
“you must be so worked up. i’m so sorry, baby.” his hands rubbed down your sides before maneuvering down to push your panties down your thighs. you feel a shiver run down your spine at his actions. this position was so intimate to the point you couldn’t even hide from him. but at the same time, you couldn’t imagine running considering how needy he had you. “‘min…” you whimper out his name as he rubbed your thighs— clearly avoiding where you needed him the most.
“fuck, you’re so wet. this all for me?” he asked already knowing the answer. you groan at his question, and try to push your ass back on him. “what do you think, captain obvious?” he grins at your cattiness.
“should i not touch you at all?” you whine in regret, and your lips pout. “please, i’m sorry.” he smiled at your compliance and rubbed lovingly at your sides. his hands trailed back down toward your ass, and he finally let his finger slide between your lower lips. your whole body shuddered and soft moans spilled from your plump lips as he began to slowly circle your clit with both his ring and middle finger.
“fuck, a—armin. . . you’re driving me crazy,” you spill out with a groan as you push yourself back on his fingers. “i know, i know. i’ll make it all go away,” he reinsured softly, but in the most mocking tone. he let himself steady on the bed, towering over you. before you could register his sudden shadow, armin’s middle finger was buried into you with his ring finger slowly coming with it.
your mouth made an “o” shape at the sudden pressure. your surprised moans came quickly.
he curled his fingers inside you in search of the spongy spot that would make you scream for him.
without any surprises, he found it instantly.
“shit— oh shit,” you moaned out as his speed increased tenfold. usually when armin fingered you, he took his time with you to make sure you were fully prepared and to maybe even see if there was anything else he could do while doing it that would get you even more turned on.
but this?
this was rough and done without any remorse.
he was pounding you from the back with his long, slender fingers like a madman. your cheeks were flushed and you were drooling stupidly onto the pillows from your mouth being dropped open from pleasured shock and moans. you cried out at the feeling of armin’s fingers continuously fucking your spot, and your thighs began to tremble.
your mouth felt dry as if you had swallowed sand. but you still felt the need for his validation and permission.
“m gonna cum, ‘m gonna cum. armin please let me,” you cry out and he’s surprised at how submissive you were being. he wanted nothing more than for you, his pretty girl, to get what you wanted— which was sweet release. any other time, he would’ve gave it to you without any questions asked. but right now, you bitching about sensitivity before he got to the main course of the night was the last thing he needed.
thus, his response simply being a mean;
“no.”
he pulled his fingers out of you with a lewd popping sound, but that was nothing compared to the audible whine you let out feeling your euphoria that was to come being snatched away from you. you look back at him with a spiteful face, straight mean mugging him. before you could continue, he shut that shit down immediately with a hand around your throat.
“fix your face, y/n. only reason i didn’t let you cum was because i wanted you to do it on my dick,” he states, squeezing the sides of your neck ultimately forcing you back into a clouded and compliant state of mind. “but if you keep it up with this little attitude of yours, i won’t give you anything.” you whined out at his words, not wanting anything to do with the consequences of your actions. “i’m sorry, i’m sorry. please armin, i need it so bad,” you babble and armin just smiled.
he leaned down and kissed your shoulder, letting your neck go and you finally let yourself properly inhale and exhale. “since you have such good manners, ill give it to you. okay?” you nod repeatedly, letting out a stream of “yes” and “please”.
with your consent valid in green, he wrapped his hand around his cock, and brought it to your dripping hot sex. he rubbed your clit with his tip vertically, letting out a chilled breath at the way your pussy was already coating him in the nastiest way and he hadn’t even got a taste of her.
“m gonna put it in now, okay?” he leaned down with his dick in his left hand while he used his right to place himself as he pressed a kiss to the side of your head. “you’ll tell me if i’m too rough or if you wanna stop and take it easy, right?”
“mhm, i will. i swear,” in these moments with him kissing the side of your head and whispering in your ear about how lucky he was to be with you in these moments made everything that wasn’t him and the comfortable cotton sheets under you dissolve into nothingness. it was just you, him, and your bed floating above ground without gravity holding it down.
and you were still floating as he kept whispering in your ear and slowly sunk himself into you. your mouth was dropped open with no sounds coming out as you instinctively focused on the pressure on your lower half. armin was panting out breaths trying hard not to absolutely obliterate you in searching for his own pleasure.
his whisperings of; “i’ve got you,” and “you’re doing so well already,” never ceasing. once he sunk all the way in, he could feel your cunt pulsing and clenching on him. he knew you were trying to adjust, but if you kept this up he was afraid he wouldn’t be able to do what you wanted.
“stop. fucking. doing. that.” armin hissed out. the aggression in his tone masked the neediness that coated him like polish. he slowly moved himself back, before sliding into you. he wanted to go slow with you first before speeding up because he didn’t want to overwhelm you.
now, you were both softly moaning in symphony. you couldn’t deny that you loved this position and the way he was fucking you in it. part of you hated yourself for even daring to complain about the way he fucked you, but you couldn’t deny your interest in trying different things. but you did feel like shit and overall ashamed about the way you went about it.
“m sorry, i’m s—hm! sorry ‘min,” you babble out, slightly stumbling on your words as you could feel him pressing against your spot. armin’s brows furrowed, but his confused face shortly took on a face twisted in blind pleasure. “f—for what?” he asked, kissing your shoulder blade.
his affection made tears prick your eyes and your heavy breaths kept coming out. you kept trying to form coherent words but they all came out pressed together.
“foravoidingyou.”
the chuckle that armin let out came out raspy. his hips continued to grind into you at a somewhat faster rate, but it was still nice and intimate. he swapped with his left hand and used it to hold himself up. he now used his right to wrap around your throat, squeezing the side making your head go airy. your eyes rolled back and your pussy clenched. armin grunted from the pressure.
he used his hand to turn your head and let his lips press against yours. you both breathed into each others mouths intimately. “s okay, baby. don’t think. just feel good.” you listened to his command, nodding repeatedly. he took advantage of your soon open mouth and slipped his pink tongue inside. you rocked your hips back on his, and the wet clapping sounds that filled the room made it obvious what you two were doing.
you two sloppily made out and you moaned as he suckled on your tongue. he pulled away from your lips, before suddenly licking them and your teeth. “focus on me, baby. i’m all yours,” he moaned out, his eyes going doe and his abdomen clenching up.
god, if only you knew he could fuck you like this forever. but much to his favor and his dismay, he couldn’t.
and he wouldn’t.
he moved up, sliding out of you as he stood up off the bed. before you had the chance to whine and beg for him to come back, a hand was being wrapped around your ankle and you were being dragged backwards. you gasp as your ass is met with armin’s length, which he taps on your pussy.
he marvels at the way your pussy was practically drooling on his cock. you were fucking perfect for him. “you’re dripping on me. . .” he lets his right hand find it’s place on your ass while the other grabs his cock ready to put it back inside. you burned with anticipation. you knew what was to come and what sort of treatment he was about to feed you. maybe that’s why you suddenly tensed up. he tried to slip back inside of you, but was shortly denied entry when your tense walls pushed him back out.
“i’m gonna give you exactly what you’ve been wanting, baby. but i need you to relax f’me, yeah?” you nod, still feeling your heartbeat out of your chest. “breathe for me, baby. we have time. if you’re not ready it’s okay. we’re here to be safe.”
you didn’t want to stop. not at all. you ached and it was an ache only armin himself could relieve. you look back at him with one side of your cheeks buried in the bed.
“i need you, please, armin.”
the doe eyed (fuck me) look you gave armin made something in him snap suddenly like a rubber band. suddenly the patient, proper young man his mother brought him up to be flew out of him like a bat out of hell. he gripped your hip and grabbed himself before again, rubbing himself against your cunt vertically.
“you are driving me fucking insane,” he aggressively rasped, before mercilessly sinking his cock into you. the gasp you let out was elongated. he wasted no time pulling his hips all the way back and snapping them inside of you. you let out a hiss and a moan feeling him drag so expertly against your walls.
now, all that ran through armin’s head was what eren told him you said at the bar. his simple and blunt words of; “something about you not fucking her right” played back in his head like a broken record.
and maybe that was why he felt the need to show you just how strong and swift he’d gotten during long days of training and long nights at the gym. he wanted you to feel it. to feel him. and maybe that’s why he didn’t recognize how his pace had increased— fucking you like an animal that had something to prove.
“ah, ah, f—fuck!” you loudly moan. armin hissed at the tensity of your walls, biting down on his bottom lip. his hands slide up and grip your hips to bring you backwards to meet his thrusts.
“min’. . .” you moan out, your hands gripping the pillows strongly trying to brace yourself. something about this type of sex made you feel vulnerable, but you felt so good.
but little did you know, armin hadn’t even made half of an effort yet.
“you’re fucking me—mphm— so goodd,” you pant out and armin groans. “yeah?” he panted out in a raspy voice, not once letting the rock of his hips come to a halt. the fast, wet and loud clapping noises that came from you two were fucking nasty. nastier than they were before when he was fucking you slow and with pure purpose.
“mhm,” you moaned back to him.
his head tilted back with his lips parted as he let out soft moans. his hair fell back with him, and his eyes forced themselves shut as he was grasping in the pleasure. after a few seconds of drinking in his own pleasure, he gained back self control and decided it was time to really make you feel good.
his hair was messy and his forehead began to develop small beads of sweat due to quite the workout he was getting in. his grip on your hips stabled and he’d begin to brace himself for the way he was about to fuck you. because little did you know, the speed and intensity he was fucking with you just a moment ago was nothing compared to how he was gonna fuck you now. he pulled back letting only his tip rest inside of you.
he knew that you probably thought he was gonna go right back to how he was doing you before. but it was quite the contrast because when he pushed in, he was automatically angling at your spot.
you didn’t realize how long your loud moan was until your voice had cut off, not allowing you to let anything out.
he pulled his hips back before slamming into you again and you shuddered at the sensitive feeling of him in your stomach. he kept up with fucking you aggressively with a fucked out flushed face and upper teeth digging into his plush bottom lip. the increased speed and impact of his thrusts had you sobbing crocodile tears in fat globs.
“baby, s’ too deepp. . .” you cry and sniffle into the sheets. you felt the wind being knocked out of you from every push of his hips. you had no fucking idea what was going through armin’s head right now and that scared you. but you couldn’t lie that it made you wetter, which gave him all the more access.
“take it. i know you can.” his words make you whine, but you never would’ve expected that his response to your brattiness would’ve been a hard palm coming down to brutally slap your ass. you sobbed loudly, your mouth sputtering apologies. your cries fell on death ears as armin continued fucking you with no remorse.
instinctively, your hands went behind you to push at hips to try and slow him down. “move your hand.” your attempts failed as armin gripped both of your wrists in his left hand while his right roughly clapped down on your ass. you tried to pussy out and run away from the pleasure, but armin at this point was sick and tired of your shit.
he spanked you once, before once turned into five times. he groaned as your ass jiggled back in his palm and he left your bottom stinging and red. “stop fucking running,” he started, his tone husky as he growled listening to you sob and moan out in pleasure into the sheets.
“why do you never listen to me? do i treat you too well?” you shook you head no repeatedly, not being able to form words from how perfectly his tip rested against your spot. your legs were shaking and you were sure how long you would be able to take him like this.
“y/n,” he called out your name, and he had felt you clench on him.
you were going dumb on him a little too soon for his liking.
“open your mouth and talk.” your lips quivered and you forked over the first response that thankfully spilled into your head.
“i’m sorry. i’ll be good. i love the way you treat me, armin.” if armin wasn’t red before, he was definitely now. “then let me make you cum. please, baby. i’ll make you feel so good,” he meant for his words to be slightly dominant, but they only came out in a whiny tone and you nodded, sniffling.
“o—kay.” he let you catch up with your breath, before pulling out halfway and pushing back in. he gripped your wrist behind your back with both of his strong hands to help you meet his thrusts. his veins were bulging out of the back of his hand while he grabbed them. his pace increased and you were sure passersby heard not only your moans, but his too. the bed kept hitting the wall, possibly even putting a dent into it.
“armin, a—armin!” tears kept spilling from your face and you felt your orgasm about to roll in. “y—yes, baby? fuck— you feel so fucking good,” his praise made you moan out and clench his cock. “cum— i’m gonna cum!” he whimpered in response, feeling his abdomen begin to swirl with a tingling sensation he was all too familiar with.
“m. . . me too,” he whispered, panting out. he was swearing under his breath, saying how good you were making him feel, and how he felt so lucky to be with you like this.
with another thrust of his hips and more words of praise, you had came with a cry and scream of his name. you couldn’t hold yourself up anymore and your knees had given out. thankfully, you had a caring man behind you who immediately wrapped his arms around you. he held your waist up to fuck you through your orgasm. he leaned down and pressed kisses to your shoulder.
he was moaning close in your ear, his heavy breaths for air kissing your ear. “m so close,” he moaned out, and your walls involuntarily clamped down on his cock. your teeth bit down on your lip and you whimpered at the sensitivity. but you wanted his validation more than anything right now. “s okay min, you can use me.” he moaned back at you in response and he could feel your legs shake under him.
he knew you were sensitive from your recent orgasm and the last thing he wanted to do was cause pain for you. “t—thank you, baby. thank you so much. i. . . i’ll be quick. i promise,” he babbled in your ear, and you were still hazy from how hard euphoria had hit you. you tried not to focus on the raw stimulation as armin continued to drill himself into you.
he was a moaning mess in your ear, and you knew he was bound to cum soon from how sloppy his thrusts were.
everything armin did was done with precision and was always thoroughly thought out before he carried it out. but when armin was about to release, it was a side that not even he himself knew he had.
“agh, fuck!” he whimpered and he was right on the tipping edge. he continued on for a few moments until he finally pulled out and after stroking himself, he finally busted. he came on the stinging skin of your ass. he was trying to be careful to not crush you with his body weight.
you both took breaths for air trying to catch up with the session you two just had. he was the first to catch up and he rolled over to lay next to you. he let his arms wrap around you, pulling you into an embrace. he rubbed your bare back and you sighed into his touch. “that was really. . .” he started and you smiled.
“fucking amazing,” you both finished and you looked at each other with widened eyes, startled. you both laughed and you snorted, causing more laughter to emit from you two. once the laughter died down, you both looked into each others eyes, and he moved a sweaty piece of your hair out of your face.
“you look so beautiful. you always do,” he said with a blush on his face, and a toothy smile paints your face. you lean in and press a kiss to his forehead, then to his cheek, and finally to his lips. it was funny how he had just literally obliterated your insides and now he was cuddled up with you while rubbing your back.
“thank you, baby. you treat me so well.”
his face was still flushed and you found it to be normal. well that was until he started to look away from you and avoid eye contact with you. your hand went to his cheek and caressed it with your thumb. “min, what’s wrong?” you ask, genuinely concerned.
“i. . .” he started, and he looked at your smiling, encouraging face. due to that, he felt less insecure telling you what he wanted from you. “i wanna go again.” his words stun you a bit, and he automatically takes it as a no. “m sorry, m sorry. i’m so greedy for asking that,” he apologizes repeatedly, and you immediately snap him out of it.
“no, no, you’re good. i promise. just— can you get me towel or something to wipe off the. . . y’ know…” he nodded as he got up and you admired how strong he’d gotten. his chest and legs were toned, his abs were coming in, and his calves were looking strong too.
he went into the bathroom and grabbed a fresh towel off one of the metal hooks. he walked back in and sat back on the edge of the bed. you turned over and his hand gripped the towel as he wiped his own sticky substances off the curve of your ass.
he balled the towel up before tossing it into the hamper— ultimately making it. he smiled in childish victory watching you move back to rest your head in the pillows. he chuckled, laying his palm flat for stabilization as he climbed on top of you. he kissed your lips lovingly, and your hands found their place on either sides of his cheeks. your inner thighs found the sides of his hips. he pulled away from your mouth slightly— but overall, he was still close. a sloppy wet sound emitted from your mouths.
“how do you want it?” he asked, panting against your kiss swole lips. in this moment, you wanted him to be closer than ever to you. you wanted him to be slow and to treat you like delicate glassware that would break by one small irresponsible touch. you kissed him again, wrapping your arms around his neck trying to bring him closer to you. when you parted again, he was blushing against you and you could definitely feel his cock hardening against you.
“i want you to be slow, please?”
“yes!” he says louder than usual, and when he realized the height of his tone, his cheeks took on a pink hue. “yes of course.” he said that im a more regular tone and he toothily smiles at you, leans his face to the side, and kisses you smoothly. he behaved like a man who had just hit the lottery. although he had just came to find out he enjoyed fucking you like a man who had lost his morals, he loved fucking you slowly and worshipping every last part of you.
“ready?” he whispered in your ear and he put his face in your neck, licking the side of it. “mhm, yes,” you moan out as he started to suck deeper bruises into your neck. your body shivered intensely in anticipation. he kept his face hidden in your neck. the inner thighs that were just resting on his hips turned into your legs being wrapped around his slutty waist.
you could feel his tip sliding up and down on your clit. you let your fingertips play with the locks of his hair and massage his scalp as he slowly slid himself back into you. your lips part from the blazing stretch.
“fuck. . .” you both whimper in sync. when he bottomed out inside you, you were a whining mess. you were still a lil sensitive from your previous orgasm and feeling him twitch inside you left you with a feeling of fullness and euphoria.
armin knew that all the feelings you may have felt at once may have been overbearing, so he kissed your forehead lovingly and dipped his head to your ear. “doing so good f’me,” he moaned in your ear and your top teeth dug into your bottom lip in response.
“you feel so good. . . i could stay inside you forever,” he whispered, and you moaned back at him in response. “g—goddamn baby. . .” he whimpered and when he confidently pulled his hips back and snapped them up, you could feel your resolve crumble bit by bit. you felt ashamed each time he would fuck inside you and talk to you in the dirtiest ways because of the way your pussy would squelch— ultimately talking back to him.
you had truly felt whole with him pressing kisses to your head, him whispering how proud he was of you, how lucky he was to even be within an inch radius of you, and how good your pussy felt. all the intimacy mixed with pleasure was too much for you and you knew your neighbors fucking hated both of you.
there were four words to describe how you felt in these moments.
loved.
cherished.
respected.
comfortable.
never once had you felt neglected by armin and it was insane how one person, a man at that, could make you feel so valued and precious.
you felt a tear spill from your eye at the overwhelming feeling of him fucking you so good. “i feel so good, armin. . .” you whimper, your hands struggling to find their place before settling on his back. you were trying to be careful not to mark him up, but you just couldn’t help it. your nails dug into his back before you knew it. but to your surprise, he just moaned in response. “i love the way you make me feel— ah!” a sharp gasp emitted from your throat as you were cut off by his cock sitting right at your spot. your eyes had widened up and armin grinned.
bullseye.
he had snapped his hips back up as if he was teasing you and it was no surprise when your nails gripped him harder and a noisy moan escaped you.
“right there, baby?”
you couldn’t even sweep up a response as you were left speechless. your eyes were halfway shut as if you were high and he could tell you were left in a feeling of euphoria that was hard to process. you were trying to speak, but all that was coming out was nonsense, whimpering and whining. he couldn’t help but feel bad for you as tears began to feel your eyes and your legs shook around his hips.
he kissed your lips and made a frowning face. “awe, ‘s okay, baby. i’ll make it feel better,” he says as he nods his head somewhat mockingly. but damn did he live up to his expectations and make it feel better he did because right after he said he would, he chased the spot down effective immediately. “oh— fuck!” you moaned, your back arching up into his chest. if you thought the noises of your pussy were embarrassing before, you were utterly mistaken because these noises were just downright nasty.
he was beating your pussy up raw and all you could do in response was just lay there and take it. “oh m’ fcking. . . mphm, fuck!” as you moaned, your mouth hung open pathetically and armin took the opportunity to suckle on your bottom lip, occasionally biting it. if only you knew how good you looked taking him down like this. although his pace increased, his gentleness and the intimacy he provided didn’t cease once however. once he stopped sucking your lips, he started kissing all over your face in places like your cheeks, forehead, chin, and jawline.
once again, the feelings of his love begin to swell in your heart. his lips fanned your ear as he whispered the nastiest things you had ever heard in your life. such as; “i can never get enough of this pussy, i swear.” your nails drug down his back the harder he went and the more he whispered in your ear. you felt your heart jump when you heard him hiss in what you assumed was pain.
you knew nine times outta ten, you drew blood from him. “m sorry,” you cried out, tears spilling from your eyes, and armin could’ve melted from your cuteness. you were too fucking adorable.
“its okay, baby. i know you can’t help it,” he whispered, kissing the side of your lip. he sat up, sitting on his knees and grabbed your hips to drag you forward. your bit the inside of your cheek at the feeling of him ultimately dragging you down on his cock. but he looked in you in your eyes as he readjusted himself inside of you to fit snug against your spot. through your teary eyes, you could see him grin.
“does that feel good baby?”
you swore— the audacity of this motherfucker.
he had your legs twitching uncontrollably and you were practically reduced to a whimpering mess. then he had the balls to you a dumbass question such as that. of course it felt fucking good. but you wouldn’t— no more so you couldn’t open your mouth to speak against it.
when he pushed forward with his tip punching right at your spot, your walls spasmed and you clenched his cock. his teeth grit at the feeling of your tight walls sucking him in as if you were trying to milk him for all he had. you were nonetheless reduced to a dumb mess. you could feel your pussy leaking a mess onto the sheets below and the sticky slick that emitted from the both of you made him slip in so fucking easy.
your vision was blurry as armin kept fucking you. his fingers dug into your hips as he rocked you back and forward to help you meet his thrusts. it was safe to say that he was using you like a sex doll, but there was still him now moaning compliments. you were sure the entire block you lived on had an idea of how good your pussy was.
the man on top of you looked so fucking good. his head tilted back. his mouth dropped slightly open with the prettiest sounds coming from it. his head dropped as he looked at you. he let his left hand take control of your hips impressively as his right hand was now used to rub your bottom lip soothingly. he dropped down to lean his face closer to yours, and he began to fuck you much deeper. your tongue hung from your mouth disgustingly as you could feel the release you were waiting on.
his hips grind into you in the sexiest way possible. you couldn’t believe how good he had gotten at this. his tip knocked against your cervix and you moaned. “a—armin, i’m gonna— oh, god.”
armin knew what was gonna happen better than anyone. so instead of letting it break his stride, he let his thumb hook into your mouth and like a slut, you sucked on it the second he slid it in. he smiled like someones proud father and took it of your mouth. he stopped for a moment, letting you breathe. his left hand now left your hip and he sat up once more, towering over you. he let his hand wrap around your throat and squeezed it tighter than what he did previously. “is that too tight?” he asked and you cutely shake your head no.
“‘s just perfect, ‘min.”
he blushed, and slid himself back into you. you moaned loudly the minute he put it back in. it was like he was an expert at automatically finding your spot. it was insane the way he knew your body and its routes. he could tell he had surprised you when he put his spit soaked thumb on your puffy clit because when he did, you screamed and clenched him nice n tight.
with his thumb rubbing tight circles on your pearl and the hand on your throat experimentally squeezing the sides, you were seeing fucking stars. you knew what it was the second you started seeing white lines cloud your vision. you were about to cum, and you couldn’t even verbally tell him. armin could tell you were though because of the way you were trapping him as if you wanted him to knock a son into you. your toes were wiggling dumbly in the air and your eyes rolled back into your skull.
and just like that, you came. but what you didn’t pick up on was that this release was different from others because the minute you came, you loudly moaned three words that would change your relationship. words that a normal person would want to tell someone over a nice dinner.
you didn’t expect to yell so suddenly;
“i love you!” as your head was in the clouds.
but what was also unexpected was that the minute you said it, armins crumbled and came. he had spilled one right inside you and you couldn’t complain. when you had realized what you said, your eyes had widened like you had seen a ghost.
armin’s cheeks were pink like he’d been sunburnt as he was catching up with his breaths. sweat rolled down his forehead and down his body, and as if he was in a fitness commercial, the pearl of sweat rolled down his abs. he looked too damn good as his glow started to come in.
you both were looking at each other lopsided and stupid. both of you blinking dumbly as if he didn’t just batter your guts up.
you were the first to break the silence with a; “armin, i—“ but before you could finish, armin cut you off. “did you mean it or was it like some. . . in the moment shit?” he asked and your eyes darted to the side. “i won’t be mad with you either way, y’know—“
“i meant it,” you rush out nervously. you feel your cheeks heat up nervously and a flush of heat coat your body. the nervousness made you accidentally clench his cock and you both hiss at the sensitivity. his cock was beginning to soften inside of you and he bit his lip. “imma take it out now. ‘kay?” you nodded and braced yourself for the nasty feeling. he slowly began to pull out of you and you shivered. it was uncomfortable, but there was still a slight quiver in your lower belly.
the second he was out of you, he pulled your body into his giving you kiss after kiss. “fuck, you don’t know how happy i am to hear that,” he says and you smiled. he lay his head atop of yours and pressed a kiss to your hairline. you hear him sniffle and you gasp.
you grab his cheeks and pull him away from your hips. you were surprised as his salty tears landed on your face. “armin, why’re you crying?!” you in a slight panic. he chuckled and dropped himself to your side. you pulled him closer to you and rubbed his scalp. “i don’t know. . . i’m just— so happy,” he continued to laugh and you smiled. he was so adorable. his arms closed around you and pulled you into a tight embrace. you felt like he was squeezing the air out of you, but you couldn’t complain. it was kinda comforting in a way.
after cuddling for a little, you both had decided it was time for you to pee, and a well needed shower for the both of you. as he sat up, he stretched his muscles and you let your head sit on your palm as you enjoyed the show. you couldn’t help but feel bad at the nasty cuts starting to form on his back.
but oh well.
at least people would know exactly who he belonged to.
“hey, you never said you love me back,” you mention, tapping your lip. he chuckled, letting his fingers comb through his hair leaving him with an effortless sexy push back look. “oh, oops.” he shrugged his shoulders with a smug grin and you let out a dramatic gasp. “asshole,” your hand fell on your heart with an offended look on your face.
he rolled his eyes sky high and you gasp again before throwing a pillow straight in his direction— to which he of course caught. he tilt his head with a cocky smirk.
of course you found his expression hot as fuck though.
armin laughed before getting back on the bed and scooping you into his arms. he tickled the sides of your stomach and you giggled. he showered you in kisses all over your face and he was so damn swift you could barely meet him with half of them. he stopped and you two maintained eye contact with smiles on your faces.
“i love you too, y/n.”
butterflies pooled in your stomach and he kissed your forehead.
“so when am i taking my pretty, sexy, n beautiful girlfriend out?”
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aot boys + writing their name on you
contains: armin arlert, eren jaeger, zeke jaeger, erwin smith, levi ackerman, jean kirstein x gn!reader
nicknames: darling (erwin), baby (jean)
warnings: reader and armin are implied to be in high school/college in armin's, reader and erwin are implied to be of drinking age in erwin's, mentions of drinking and reader getting drunk, kinda suggestive, reader's breasts are mentioned but never mentioned to be male or female
armin:
When your relationship is still private to just you and your friends, he loves talking about you to the people who know. “My partner” this and “my partner” that- he tries not to be annoying about it, but he loves that people know.
When football season rolls around, all the players are giving their spare jerseys to their partners to wear.
Armin, being the manager, doesn’t have a jersey to give you, and you two are still trying to keep your relationship on the down-low until you’re more settled.
Armin pulls you into a corner on the morning of the homecoming game and pulls a sharpie out of his pocket. He grabs your hand and smiles, before writing “ARLERT” in big bold letters across the back of your hand.
He plants a kiss on your warm cheek before slipping away to his first class.
It’s subtle enough that not many people even take notice of it, but every time you see a peek of black while you’re writing, your mind floods with images of your beaming boyfriend.
(By the end of the season, you have a varsity jacket with his name embroidered onto it. You wear it to every game.)
eren:
Eren isn’t dumb- you’re hot as fuck, and he knows other people want you. He trust you with his entire heart, but still, he doesn’t like the idea of people who don’t know about you two looking at you like that.
So, like a completely reasonable person, after hugging you good morning, he drops to his knees in front of you and slips a hand under your shirt.
While you don’t know what he’s doing at first, he looks up to you for permission when he pulls out the sharpie. When you give him a nod, he writes “JAEGER” in small blocky lettering just below your belly button, then, with a hand on your hip, turns you around to do the same on the small of your back.
You appear the same when he pulls away from you to leave a lingering kiss on your lips, but all day, whenever you lean down to grab anything or stretch your arms above your head, anyone watching can see your boyfriend’s name scrawled on you.
zeke:
Zeke isn’t jealous. He doesn’t care if other people want you, and he doesn’t need to show you off, because you’re his and his only, and you both know that. He’s yours as well.
But… good lord, if seeing his name on you doesn’t turn him on.
One night Zeke brings up the idea. At first, he’s joking, but he feels a shudder run through you from where his arm is wrapped around you, and suddenly the idea is invading his thoughts regularly.
So one night Zeke presents you with a marker and tells you his idea. After you give him permission and pull off your shirt when he asks, he takes his time kissing all over you and worshipping your chest and torso.
Eventually, you run your fingers through his hair and guide him back to the topic at hand, and he watches goosebumps rise on your stomach as he writes “ZEKE JAEGER” in his curvy letters below your breasts.
The next day, whenever Zeke’s arm is around you, his fingers run over the faked ink through your clothes, and you shudder in his arms.
It may have started as a joke, but that sharpie never leaves Zeke’s bedroom again.
erwin:
One night, before you go out drinking with all your friends, Erwin gently takes your arm at the door and grabs a sharpie off the table.
“Darling, we both know you’re a… friendly drunk. I’d simply like to have some assurance that everyone knows you are taken.”
You roll up your sleeve and allow your boyfriend to scrawl “if lost return to ERWIN SMITH” in his perfect cursive across your arm. He places a gentle kiss over the ink after he recaps the marker, and then another on your lips before he leads you out to the car.
Hange teases you about the words when you get to the bar (“wow, can’t take you anywhere, huh?”), but your heart warms when you’re stumbling back to your car with your boyfriend and he finally tugs your sleeve down after a long night.
levi:
Levi isn’t quite so civil about it. He’s not incredible at expressing his feelings, but he really loves you and does his best to make sure you know it.
The first time he sees someone blatantly flirting with you after you start dating, he cuts into the conversation and drags you away as soon as he can.
Later, in private, he pushes past his own mental barriers and tells you, “I don’t like seeing other people look at you like that. Only I’m supposed to look at you like that.”
Neither of you come up with something easily to let people know you’re taken, aside from something like cheesy t-shirts (which Levi vetoes immediately).
A few days later, Levi approaches you with a sharpie and pushes your chin up. You respond easily to his hands, and sit still as he writes “LEVI” in his sloppy lettering across your collarbone.
“Perfect,” he murmurs, running his fingers across it when he finishes.
“Baby, I love the idea, but…” your neck cranes to see the letters. “You know I can barely read that, right?”
He doesn’t quite blush, but you can tell he’s nearly there. You take his hand in yours, smiling.
“Hey. It’s perfect. It’s you, and that’s what really matters, right?”
jean:
When you, Jean, Connie, and Sasha are hanging out, Connie dares Jean to write his name on you.
It starts as a joke, funny for everyone: Jean writes “KIRSTEIN” in thick letters on your cheek, and you both giggle, while Connie and Sasha crack up and take photos.
But later that night, after Sasha and Connie leave, Jean pulls you into his lap and kisses over his name on your cheek.
“Hey baby? Do you think I could make you a Kirstein for real some day?”
You push his hair back and smile. “A bit fast for that, don’t you think, Mr. Kirstein?”
He grins back and kisses you deeply, his hand coming up to cup your cheek and thumb over the sharpie.
“Someday,” you mumble into the kiss, and he lifts you up to take you to his bedroom.
#attack on titan#aot#shingeki no kyojin#attack on titan x reader#aot x reader#aot x gn!reader#armin arlert#armin x reader#eren yeager#eren jaeger#eren x reader#zeke yeager#zeke jaeger#zeke x reader#erwin smith#erwin x reader#levi ackerman#levi x reader#jean kirstein#jean x reader#gn reader
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AOT Freshman Year Headcanons✨
(as collective, chaotic things I've witnessed)
Eren- He offered the door to his crush but got nervous and annoyed of the butterflies, so he slammed the door in front of them.
Mikasa- Arrived at school at 5AM, just to satisfy her habit of reading in the dark. Let's say she did achieve her very-dream of being a gothic princess as screams echoed the room when opened. [Let's be real, who wouldnt be creeped tf out with someone with pale skin, black clothes, dead eyes, and a cold voice in a dark, suffocating, traumatic classroom? Our girl became an epitome of a white lady.]
Armin- Cried for having an 95%, like bro bffr he's the highest of the batch, but just because of the singular item on how he wasn't able to apply the Proportional Congruence Postulate thoroughly, he'll whine about it for the rest of the week.
Sasha- Prepares a full-course meal to school in the morning and at the same time, begs people for food, possibly asking money to splurge it on more snacks.
Connie- Hacked into the principal's computer to help Jean with the stalking cuz his beloved friend wont stfu about a certain someone. (Spoiler alert, didn't get caught.)
Jean- fell in love with a caring ass teacher after seeing her dolled up for an event after school.
Ymir- Was advised by a morality teacher to go to Confession, read the Bible everyday, pray the Rosary after every meal, and seek mental help LMFAO
Historia- Volunteered to clean the dishes after cooking class.
Reiner- Had a mental, spiritual, identity, sexuality, and a mid-life crisis amidst a career talk.
Pieck- Slept through 3 periods without getting caught.
Hange-Explained Covalent, Ionic, and Metallic Bonds using formulas at a class discussion. They explained it so passionately and excitedly that no one, not even the teacher understood because bestie was just that advanced 💀 HELP
Erwin- Listened to podcasts to apply to a planned and perfected presentation.
Levi- Didn't sleep at an exam week with the help of 5 literal Liters of Coffee just to prove Hange's scientific theories on the negative effects of sleep deprivation wrong.
Yelena- Joined the basketball varsity team without knowing anything a single bit about basketball to impress a crush and actually passed. (Just bc of bro’s height privileges)
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A/N: I miss aot so much. Even if the seasons have changed, I'm still in disbelief that its over. To feed in my delusions, this is how I cope with the grief.)
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#mikasa ackerman#eren yeager#armin arlert#sasha braus aot#mikasa ackerman aot#eren yeager aot#sasha braus#armin arlert aot#connie springer#connie springer aot#ymir#ymir aot#historia reiss#historia reiss aot#attack on titan#aot headcanons#attack on titan headcanons#shingeki no kyojin#snk headcanons#shingeki no kyojin headcanons#fluff#pieck finger#pieck finger aot#yelena aot#snk#reiner braun aot#reiner braun#jean kirstein#jean kirstein aot#hange zoe
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can u describe how u envision eren in full detail? reading ur answer to the other ask has me curious 🤭
okay here we go! ima go into depths about how i see him in my head + how he is in all the fics i write for him. firstly, i always always say that vinnie hacker reminds me of eren a lot and idk why. i think it’s mostly his face structure and hair. eren, to me in my head has black hair. like jet black. i usually just say his hair is brown in my fics bc then ppl will be coming to me saying ‘but his hair isn’t black it’s brown’ like duh ik that. dropping photo references bc i’m constructing a collage for him still.
so, based off hair looks: jet black with some curls. usually does still style it in his usual bun with the two strands in front. hair isn’t super curly, he has little ringlets. or he just wears it straight down.
as far as tattoos go, eren in fact has a LOT of tats. he has a full sleeve on his right arm. a tat across his neck that says ‘bite me’ which is my favorite <3. a few on his abdomen, chest, hips etc. piercings as well which include a diamond stud on his right ear and on the right side of his nose. he plans on getting more :)
body type is somewhat of how he is in the anime but slightly bulkier. i like how he looks in season 4 a lot lmao. also he’s 6’6 !
bonus; eren’s style. obviously he wears mostly neutral toned colors. black and gray are his favorites tho. he’s very casual. wears a lot of skinny jeans, sweatpants, or cargos. likes plain tees a lot, tends to throw leather or varsity jackets etc over them. spruces up his look with graphic tees if he can find vintage ones at a thrift store. bands & nascar for the win! sneaker head so he always has something new in that closet! loves the 550 new balances or low dunks + skater vans. wears a lot of necklaces, bracelets, rings, and earrings. sometimes watches if there’s a special occasion like a date or whatever. likes bandanas cs he thinks they make him look badass. will toss on a beanie or snapback randomly. hoodie lover.
extra bonus: the car he drives is a black nissan r34 gtr. his favorite hobbies + things to do are going for long drives, skateboarding, listening to music, cooking breakfast as a love language, cuddles, forehead kisses reciprocated, giving love bites, holding hands, fixing cars, playing his guitar, playing football, drawing cartoon characters 90s style, collecting vinyls, thrifting, eating, gun range cs he thinks he’s in a video game when a weapon is in his possession, chewing gum, being cocky, petting saturn, getting up early to exercise, maintaining a healthy diet when he’s in a good mood but is quick to order take out or boil a pack of ramen, horror movies, kissing, having sex lmao, hygienic … and lots more :)
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high school reincarnation au hcs ✨
okay so here are all the ideas I have so far for it! also excuse me if anything seems weird because I graduated high school in 2012 lol. this is a modern au so consider it a world like ours.
mikasa is adopted by kenny when she’s 9 because her parents were killed in a road accident on a rainy day
because she doesn’t have the warmth of the jaeger family, her life takes a different turn. kenny isn’t an emotionally present guardian and he’s away for work a lot so she basically raises herself. levi is a grown man and he does check in and call her frequently
because of no therapy and an almost non-existent support system, she develops some really unhealthy coping mechanisms. she breaks into kenny’s liquor cabinet often because he barely touches it. she starts partying and everything that implies. she smokes, she self-harms, and she’s disturbingly good at hiding it
her other hobbies are painting, reading, playing the keyboard, and singing
she and kenny move just before her junior year of high school (11th grade, grade 11, whatever year applies between the ages of 16 and 17) just so she’s in a better area with a good school because he does want to see her succeed
despite her alcoholism, she’s a star student. she’s one of those “read it once and absorb it like a sponge” types
eren is born to a doctor and restaurant owner. he has an older half brother and the family is actually very happy. he meets his friends who all make him work for it but they eventually forgive him. he also plays on the varsity soccer team because at a young age, his parents made sure he’s constantly active and busy. as a result he’s also a good student (shocking!!!)
he and lara meet and despite some bad blood, she looks like mikasa and he’s hot so there’s a mutual physical attraction with them becoming fwbs. it’s purely physical but lara is kind of clingy post orgasm and he goes along with it
when mikasa starts, she just continues on as she always does. she joins art club and book club. she avoids social contact because well, again, she’s severely traumatized and has convinced herself that she doesn’t deserve happiness
during a project for class she goes out into the balcony for fresh air and that’s when she sees eren and lara being too comfortable on the balcony (making out)
unfortunately for her, she moves back and hits something and they both hear it. and eren sees her. she makes a mad dash for it.
eren finds her the next day because he’s a weirdo who got her schedule and gets her alone. they talk and she says that she’s not ready to date anyone. they can be friends.
he respects that even though he’s not satisfied with that at all. he pulls her into his friend group and they’re all so happy to see her
but she’s off. she’s quiet. she seems out of it most of the time and she freaks out if anyone grabs her arm
eren finds out about her drinking problem and her issues because he takes her home one day and finds empty cans under her bed. they have a huge fight and after she tells him to leave and he only does because his mother calls him yelling
she’s pretty cold to him after that and all of their friends when they try to stage an intervention
she starts partying again and somehow she maintains her grades despite being so often due to going on benders more than usual
this is as far as I got. I really like angst and well, eren and mikasa end up fighting a lot here because she’s completely destroyed from her trauma and he just wants to love her.
#high school reincarnation au#tw: self destruction#again I was in high school in the late 2000s - early 2010s so this is the stuff I’m familiar with
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Gothkasa goes to school not wearing any concealer to hide the many hickeys on her neck from her date with Eren. As per his request. She arrived with him on his car and her goth look is overriden by his varsity jacket with YEAGER spelled out on its back. Locker room talk is wild that day
Aww they're cute, literally the most wholesome couple, even with the hickeys lol, he just wants to show her off!!! While everyone is kicking up a fuss that weird goth girl is dating Eren Yeager, stealing his jacket, Eren is kissing her at the door of her next class, keeping her completely distracted!
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Following that jock eren wears varsities. He's also the type to wear t shirts under the varsity with a simple jeans and shirts. His pair of shoes are a classic converse too. And his cologne being an axe body spray 😭
You see 😭 my girl my love my goddess and Eren’s goddess has some dignity. Mikasa who wears chanel, Mikasa who is the pretty girl next door, Mikasa who was contacted as a model but rejected for school… would NEVER let her own man be by her side like that. Dthe disrespect.
But before he dated Mikasa. then Yes.
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Mikasa being the magaling sa lahat student, complete package, campus crush, but super mabait and humble 🥺
KORIQUE KA DIYAN, MHIEMA! <3333 add in her belt, di vball varsity pero magaling maglaro ng vball 😍 and nag-iisang babae sa puso ni eren jaeger ng section dalisay 🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡
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Survey Corps Pattern Attack on Titan Varsity Jacket
Attack on Titan is an anime series set in a world where humanity lives in cities surrounded by enormous walls to protect them from giant humanoid creatures known as Titans. The story follows the adventures of Eren Yeager, his adopted sister Mikasa Ackerman, and their friend Armin Arlert as they join the military to fight the Titans and uncover the secrets of their origin.
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𝐃𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐊 𝐍 𝐍𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐘 ; 𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐑
y/n and eren really know how to enjoy themselves. they get drunk and nasty together in the bathroom at a party
eren yeager x black fem reader (anyone welcome to read)
cw : unprotected sex, spitting, multiple petnames, alcohol intoxication, mirror sex, dub-con, eren being a nasty fuck
“l/n! yeager!” connie greets you both as he swings the door front open. he hugs you and daps up eren as you made y’all’s way into the slightly crowded house. people sitting, conversating while drinking and smoking. they sat on the couches and chairs that were provided, laughing and vibin’ with each other. they acknowledge you and eren walk in, nodding or waving at you guys which you both return the gesture. music plays through the speakers in the full room. it’s a small house but there was a backyard so it wasn’t too packed.
“the others are in the back and in the kitchen,” connie says. you nod listening to him and grabbed onto eren’s hand to bring him along with you. guiding through the bodies of people, you made your way to the kitchen and saw sasha with jean filling up their red cups. the music blasting from the backyard now filling your ears.
“ay! y/n. sup beautiful?” jean notices you perking sasha’s attention, nodding at eren when he comes into view.
“mm, y/n!” she took a swig of her drink before quickly making her way to you. she pulls you in for a hug and gently peck your cheek, pulling back and looking over your fit. “you look fucking hot y/n!” you wore a black sheer bodycon jumpsuit that had a string looped pattern that started from your back down to your right ankle. you paired it with eren’s labeled green varsity jacket and your pine green 1’s. you had a small purse and your edges and makeup was done.
you giggle, “thank you~ it comes naturally.”
her attention the pans to eren. “pop, my bad—hey eren, how are you?” she ask him.
“i’m good,” he answers, “where’s the others?”
“they’re others in the back.” he hums and looks towards jean.
“y’all want a drink?” jean speaks.
“yeah, pour me two shot of henny.” you reply as you started to walk over to him, but eren stops you before you could get any further.
“it’s ‘ight, i got it babe. y’all go outside, we’ll meet y’all there.”
you obey his orders and leave the kitchen with sasha to the backyard where there seemed to be more people. eren makes his way over to where jean stood and picked out two shot glasses; both for you. poured out the drinks in the small glasses and placed a precut lime on the small tray nearby.
“so, what’s been going on with you and y/n?” jean questions the tatted long haired brunette.
“wha’ you mean?” eren voice perks still focusing on the task at hand.
“don’t answer my question with a question shithead—you and y/n seem close.”
eren paused momentarily, peaking over at jean seeing him smirking as he leaned on the island. “what that matter to you?”
jean snorts, “thought you weren’t ‘looking for anything serious’?”
eren downs a shot of tequila, grunting as the warm liquid slides down his throat. he looks over at his annoying friend that he isn’t very fond of, but nonetheless cares about. his low emerald color orbs levels with the slightly taller bearded, browned mullet fellow.
“instead of riding my dick, focus on growin’ out that patchy beard,” eren smirked before picking up the silver tray with your shots and a can of hawaiian punch, making his way out the door.
jean follows behind him bickering, trying his best to come up with a clap back but ultimately fails when his insult fall onto deaf ears. eren and jean walk down the steps to the backyard where there were bright lights, smell of weed and alcohol, people getting sturdy to the music and the dj playing music above the appropriate decibel volume. his senses were all aroused as he tried to friend you before going into the crowd. he successfully does so and see you talking with mikasa, armin and few others he was yet to identify.
“yo,” armin nods at eren. he sees him and jean walk up to the group.
“was good armin” eren nods back.
“nun, we lighting up?”
eren answers armin's question with a nod and placed the tray on the table in front of you, “here ma.”
“thank you ren,” you smiled. he smiles at you and nods; taking your hand in his and guiding you out of the plastic white chair onto his lap. you settle in between his thighs, propping your pretty little ass against him.
you lean forward doing your shots as your boyfriend talks with his friends.
“connie said he was going to smoke wit us so we gotta wait,” armin says.
“the fuck is he doing anyways?” jean questions.
armin shrugs, “i think he said he was waiting for someone?”
“well, we ain't gon be waiting all night, text him.” eren said.
“aight.” armin unlocks his phone to text connie. meanwhile, you sip on your juice, leaning back on eren while his arms hug around your waist. one hand caressing your soft brown skin through the loops of your jumpsuit. his somewhat cold fingers cause goosebumps to rise on your thigh.
“my hand's cold?” he lightly chuckles into your ear.
“yes, like what the fuck.” you giggle slightly turning your head to look at him.
“i'm sorry, i'm sorry,” he smiles, “you look really good in my jacket by the way.”
“thank you baby~ you don't look too bad yourself.”
you turn to look at him properly and saw his droopy green eyes watching you. the swap between looking at your body to your eyes. it made your cheeks burn and you mouth stretch to a smile.
“what?”
“what?” he repeats back.
“you keep staring at me.” you tell him, watching his eyes flicker up and down.
“what? i can't stare at you now ma?” his eyes remained on yours, flickering between the both of them while reading your expression. his eyebrow perks up lightly while his right-hand rubs up and down your side.
your face slightly twitches as you try to keep a straight expression but the feeling of his hand on your body makes you feel weak, and he knows it does.
“you can, you just—”
“i just what?” he tests you, hand moving further down to the round of your ass. he slowly moves to cup to the soft, firm muscle and gives it a squeeze. his large hand rests on it and he softly takes his lower lip between his teeth. you could see the metal balls of his smiley piercing peak from pink lips.
“nothing.”
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“mm~ fuck, eren.”
“yes baby?” eren pulls away from your lips, breathing heavily.
“let’s go to the bathroom.”
eren hooks his arms under your straddling thighs and picked you up from his lap. his hands rest on your ass holding your weight while your arms and legs hugged around his body. he led you both from your spot on the couch up the few stairs to the door on the right.
eren pushed the door open with his feet, walking in and kicking it closed. he placed you on the white counter and began to kiss you. his hands roaming your body and squeezing on your ass. his lips move down your jawline to your neck, sucking on the skin while whispering sweet nothings in your ear.
“you look so good mama,” eren kisses on your neck. his hands working hard at grabbing and massaging your ass, moaning about how good you feel. “fuckin’ shit ma, you— mm —feel so good.”
“more.” you whisper to him, your senses heightened due to the alcohol; he feels the same way too.
“c’mere.”
eren hand travels up to the back of your neck and pulls you in. your lips join each other in a sweet, needy kiss. ‘muah’s and ‘mmm’s filled the room. you parted your lips as he tilted your head to the side to grant himself access in your mouth. the metal balls against his teeth clinked against yours when you slide your lips over his. eren fingers nuzzled into your hair and gripped at the roots. you moaned into his mouth and pulled at his own chocolate hair.
“take this off.” you signal at his big black sweater and the white graphic tee he wore underneath it. he obeys your request and removes the clothing, his tone and defined upper half exposed and bare just for you. you admire his abs and chest, touching and caressing them before pulling him back in eagerly.
you hop down the counter with his help and start to remove the one piece you have. eren assists you, sliding the material down your shoulders so you can take your arms out. you push the top half down and expose your black lace bra that was already visible.
“i see everything through this you know… everyone does,” eren pulls away looking down at you. “that bra, and tiny little panties, fuck! makes me fucking crazy”
you proceed to push down the suit slowly, teasing eren. you turn your back to him facing the wide mirror, watching him as you push it down the round of your ass exposing your thong. it was barely visible due to your ass practically swallowing the string between your brown globes.
“holy— ngh~ fuckk me~” eren struggles behind you, head fogging with thousands of thoughts as he whines with need. his dick twitches in his straining sweatpants and he pushes his hips forward to rub against you. and he is hard.
you bent yourself over against the counter as you continue undressing, letting eren see your soaked panties, barely, covering your pussy. that fat, warm pussy that he loved. it gripped and milked him so good it’s addicting. if he could fuck you every second of the day he would take that chance. he was pussy whipped and he didn’t care.
eren’s heart is pumping with excitement seeing you in this position. Subconsciously, his fingers slide along your pussy. digits getting wet with your arousal when he rubs them up and down your slit. moving upwards to your ass, he takes squeezes your ass with both hands and slaps your right cheek.
you moan and he smiles. “you like that baby?”
“mhmm.”
his hands travel up to your lower back, his thumbs pressing on the indentations making you arch, sticking your ass up. he shuffles closer pushing right into your clit. he groans softly and his hands inched higher up. large hands encircled your waist, softly squeezing on your flesh before moving to your shoulders. they softly massage them, pressing the thumbs into the slight knots that were there. eren’s hands roam on your arms, pulling them back and folding them behind your back, keeping them there with his left hand.
“mm~” you moaned pushing on him. he twitched against you and you throbbed in response.
he suddenly wraps his hand around your neck and pulls you up to his chest. he smile and bit his lip looking into the mirror in front of you.
you see his green piercing eyes look at you through the glass.
“i’m gonna destroy your pussy. make you cry and beg for mercy— but i won’t stop. won’t stop till i paint your pink pussy white,” eren emphasized
“now,” he releases your arms, “turn around.”
legs slightly wobbly, you spin around and look up at eren.
“open.” you knew what was coming and opened your mouth, hearing his spit and feeling the saliva fall against your tongue sliding down your throat. you swallowed it, opening your mouth to show him.
“good girl, c’mere.”
he pulls you in for a kiss, hands on your ass pushing you against him. your hands pull down his bottoms and free him from the restraints. he sighs with contentment and pulls from the kiss. you both look down watching as you jerk him in your hand, smearing the cum that seeped out the tip. he pulls air through his teeth as his hands caress your cheeks. he watched as you let a glob of spit trail down from your lips to his dick, twitching when it hit the head.
“lube it up baby,” he encourages you while his fingers massage the back of your scalp, forehead leaning on yours watching your hands.
you do just so and use the saliva to glide your hands up and down his dick. light squeezing the shaft and thumbing at the tip. your wrist twisting and pulling from the base up his making eren groan, closing his eyes close with knitted brows as he breaths out and tilts his head back.
you look up at him with your big doe lashed eyes and watch his expression. when he opens his eyes he looks down at you and smiles. “look who’s staring now, creep.”
“shuddup,” you smile back, “kiss me.”
he bites and licks his lips, pushing your cheeks together puckering your lips, and kissed you. he removes your hands from him and pulls you in by your ass, slapping on it and kissing you harder. you take your arms and wrap them around his neck, pulling him down to you. he slightly bends down, hand tapping on your thigh telling you to part them. he hooks his arms underneath your legs lifting you up on his forearms. your sneakered feet hand off his arms and your hand entangled in his hair.
“stick it in.” you reach between your bodies and grab ahold of his red leaking cock as his hand pulled the wet string from between your ass to the side. you tap it against your clit, jolting and giggling with a long moan as you pushed him in.
eren’s hips tilt up slowly and jerks suddenly bottoming out in you all the way. some of the wetness his splashed against your ass and his thighs but he didn’t care. he was too enticed with the feeling of your walls instantly gripping on him, squeezing ready to milk him dry.
“always, sss— so tight, ugh~” he hissed starting a slow pace, feeling you grip and suck him back in every time he pulls out. he feels your body already starting to tremble in his grasp while your moans spilled from your plump lips. repeated ‘uh’, ‘ha’ and ‘eren’s come out of you as your arms hug him tightly and your face pressed into his neck.
“feels good huh?” he says, hips now starting to speed up with his hands gripping on your ass for dear life. his feet are firmly planted on the ground, thighs and arms flexing as he pistols into you, splashing your cum against your bodies. he hits your cervix and you cry out loud as tears fall from your eyes.
“you’re cream on my dick baby… is daddy making you feel good?”
“mm— nghh~ hm!”
“yeah? you like daddy pound your pussy baby?”
“yes!! yes i do!~”
“shitt— look at the fucking pussy, my god!” eren says while looking in the mirror. seeing your ass jiggle with each thrust and his balls hitting it.
you sob and whine, feeling the familiar tingling in your stomach each time eren hits your g-spot. you start to lose strength as you babble on and on into his neck. he turns to the side while looking into the mirror.
“baby look up.”
your head rises from it’s spot and looks at him. you turn your head in his direction and look into the mirror just like him. you see yourself; lashes crooked, eyes watering and droopy, and a little dribble of spit trailing down from your lips.
“look at how slutty you look baby, all crying and drooling— all because of daddy, mm— so, so sexy.”
“eren, please… i’m aboutta—”
“cum? hm?”
“yes…” you whisper closing your eyes and leaning your head back on his shoulder.
“uh, uh. don’t put your head down mama— i wanna see your face. i want you to see your face when you cum on this dick baby.”
you look back up at the mirror watching as eren uses you like a fuck toy, meeting your hips that he controlled with his. you felt and saw him starting to shake; so were you.
“FUCK!” he moans loudly, hands slapping your ass making you cry harder and jolt up.
“i’m cumming!“ you warned him.
shaking uncontrollably, no longer able to watch what was happening, only feel due to your eyes staring up. Your head fell back and your arms shook almost giving out but eren caught you, folding you further against him. his left hand on your back and right hand gripping tight onto your ass.
“cumming!! cumming!— AHHH!” eren cried, hips thrusting as deep as he could, burying himself inside of you and exploding. his hand slapped your ass repeatedly, grabbing it while he leans forward to your neck and bit on your neck.
his cum spurts out rapidly as he twitches and twitches, softly growling into your neck. his eyes squeezed tight and his brows furrowed in pleasure. legs shaking and arms twitching, signaling his exhaustion and telling him he’s about to fall down. you let out broken and gurgled moans as he held you tightly.
you feel both your cum drip out of you onto his dick, which he feels trails down his balls to the floor.
“ha.. ha.. i— i told you i was gonna paint that pussy white.” he chuckles, still coming down from his high. you couldn’t say anything but you tried your best to smile which he saw and made him smile.
eren slowly walks over to the counter and places you down on it. he slips out of you with a moan and unravels your limps. his knee slightly buckles but he catches himself. he quickly moves his hands to the back of your head when he sees that you still wobble.
“dick so good put you to sleep huh?” he raised your head to look at him. your eyes flutter as you focus on him.
“pussy so good made your knees weak huh?” you retorted back in a hushed tone.
“guess we both fucked each other out then.”
“mhm.” you hummed.
“lemme help you clean up beautiful.” he laughs slapping your thigh before getting up from his position.
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after y’all fixed yourselves, you go back downstairs to the once empty living room to see the group waiting for you.
“the fuck were y’all?!” jean looks at the both of you.
“shut up you bum.” eren says.
as you got to the final step, everyone saw that you were slightly limping and wore a tired expression.
“oh y’all are just nasty,” connie laughed.
“somebody take y/n to the hospital, she needa wheelchair.” he joked.
“you got her limping.” sasha joins in.
“we was wondering if y’all left, you didn’t get our text bro?” armin asks eren.
“uhh—”
eren pulls his phone out his pocket and sees the lock screen flooded with messages from the group and armin long with some missed calls.
“my fault yo.” eren chuckles looking down at you hugging his side.
“pshh— yo, y’all go home man! we’ll see you another day man.” jean shakes his head while laughing.
“aight, ima catch y’all.” eren daps up all of them and hugs sasha. they do the same to you, each hugging you after embracing eren.
“bye love,” armin says.
“shorty! ima see you again soon, aight? aight.” said connie.
“bye bye beautiful, i’ll text you later y/n.” sasha told you.
“yo, if eren won’t leave you alone, hit me up, i gotchu!” jokingly whispered in your ear, to which you giggled.
“ayo bro, she good, she don’t want your papa smurf lookin’ ass anyways.” eren dissed jean.
“says the timmy turner lookin’ mothafucka.” jean claps back.
in the middle of both of them you laugh and hold your stomach. they look at you.
“both y’all niggas look like the long bug from men in black, shut the fuck up.” you say while laughing and have everyone else laughing.
“dayam, she told y’all.” connie ohh’s
“you really gon do me like that ma?” eren looks at you like a kicked puppy.
“yes, now take me home please.” you say, walking away, limping and everyone stifles their laugh.
“SHUDDUP!” you yell continuing to slowly walk out the open door.
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annnnnd 17 and eren cause it i just feel it. ILY KAT MWAH
Would You Be So Kind?
A/N: Hi Fae! Thank you for the request, baby. Hope you enjoy! Also, brownie points to whoever can figure out where the title is from.
Content/warnings: fluff, friends to lovers, mentions of alcohol, mentions of marijuana usage, Eren is a simp, reader is a bit (really) oblivious, I know it’s a request but gosh is it self-indulgent. Read to see two love sick idiots in action. This is also me bullying Eren by making him embarrass himself.
Pairing: Eren Jaeger x Fem! Reader
Word count: 3k
Prompt: “I don’t just want to be your friend, can’t you see that?”
Inseparable. Thick as thieves. Joined at the hip. That’s how everyone would describe you and Eren. Together, side by side, no matter what. That’s the way it’s always been. He’s been there for you through everything: every tear, every laugh, every fall— he’d always be there to pick you back up and dust you off. Just like a best friend should.
He’d never admit it to you, but Eren happened to fall in love with you somewhere in between playing pirates on the playground during recess and those midnight drives you two would go on after his varsity football games. It’s been a few years since then, but he thinks he’s only fallen for you deeper. Something about you was just so utterly intoxicating to Eren— your charisma, your laugh, your beauty? It was nothing short of ethereal. It was addicting. He doesn’t think any amount of time with you would be enough to truly satisfy his cravings. You’ve always been a part of him, and forever will be, as long as his heart keeps beating. He just wishes he could—
“Order for Eren!” the barista’s voice booms through the sound system of the busy cafe, snapping the man out of his thoughts.
“Thank you,” he grabs the drinks— one for him and one for you, before heading out the door and making his way across campus for your little study session.
It didn’t take Eren long to find you once he got to the library. You were seated at your usual corner, tucked away near the classics section, taking a crack at your textbook. You didn’t seem to notice the tall man approaching you, as evidenced by the way you suddenly perked up when he was right in front of you. The way you beamed up at him made his heart clench painfully.
“Thanks, ‘Ren.” you grab the plastic cup from his outstretched hand, gratefully taking a sip.
“No problem,” he replies coolly, despite the damn-near somersaults his stomach was doing. “So,” he starts, looking at you over the horizon of his own drink, “what are we learning about today, teach?”
“Well, I was thinking, since we have a quiz at the end of this week,” you pause, pointing to your textbook, “we should study this new chapter about brain structures. Professor sped through the lesson way too quickly last class.”
“Well, I was thinking,” Eren crooned, stroking his chin mischievously, “we could just stay here and talk shit.”
“Eren!” you protested, pinning him down a hard look.
“I’m kidding! Kidding. Totally kidding,” he rolls his eyes, grinning widely.
It was tradition at this point— you two would meet up at the library, with Eren usually providing the snacks and your favorite drink; which he’s memorized by heart, thank you very much. Sometimes, you and him would actually get some studying in. Most of the time, you two would just slack off, mess around for a few hours until you both got kicked out by the librarian for causing a ruckus. Still, he decided to grant this one to you.
Eren could watch you talk all day. The way your hands motion in sync with your words, the way your eyebrows scrunch together when you’re confused about something, the way your lips look so soft—
“So synapses are what connect neurons together-,” you pause, noticing how intently your friend is staring at you. “Do I have something on my face?” you ask innocently, head slightly tilting to the side.
“H-huh?” he shakes his head quickly in an attempt to refocus. “No, I, uh...Just think you look really pretty today.”
“Oh- well, thanks Eren. You look pretty handsome today, yourself.” you giggle, before diving back into your mini-lecture.
Eren wishes he could slump over the table at this very moment. Or rattle you around until those neurons in your brain form the connection that your best friend was head over heels for you. Was he not obvious enough?
Eren could never bring himself to confess to you. Every time he’s tried, something always seems to get in the way. That, or you just never seem to catch his drift. Even so, he’s grateful for whatever cosmic powers are up there that twist the tides of fate to make sure that he doesn’t flat out embarrass himself. He doesn’t think he’d be able to take the heartbreak if you didn’t feel the same way.
Still, he hoped you would have some area of space in your heart for him. Or, at the very least, catch on to him eventually. Opening doors for you, giving you his jacket when it was cold out— even taking you out on “friend” dates under the guise of “setting the standards high for your future partner.” Alas, his best friend just had to be absolutely clueless. Eren honestly thinks that you’re one of the most oblivious people he’s ever met. It’s a good thing you’re cute. It makes up for it.
Even with all of those fleeting glances, lingering touches, and unabashed compliments, you still didn’t seem to understand how stupidly and utterly in love your best friend was with you.
Which is ironic, he muses, considering how intelligent you seem to be in other disciplines. He’s often left scratching his head at how you can balance chemical equations or write a publication-worthy essay but not figure out why he always brought you chocolate and flowers for Valentines Day— every year, without fail. Or why he insisted on driving you everywhere. Heck, you didn’t even bat an eyelash when Eren nearly strangled Jean during prom when he charmed his way into a single dance with you while the brunet went to get you two some punch. You were Eren’s date that night, so who did Jean think he was? Why couldn’t you put those critical thinking skills to good use back then? Eren finds it baffling, really.
He’ll have you some day, he swears to himself. If it means having to prove that he’s worthy of your affection every single day, then so be it. It’s only a matter of time.
Eren Jaeger was somewhat of an enigma to you. Steadfast, quick to speak, and hardheaded. Those three words could perfectly summarize the brunet. At least, that’s what you originally thought.
The rowdy and impulsive boy you grew up with turned into the one person you knew you could always count on. You did silently acknowledge how Eren’s become more protective within the last few years. Or how he always seemed to loosen up whenever he was with you, almost serene— a huge contrast to his hyperactive personality. Why? You might have a vague idea, but you refuse to entertain the thought. The notion that the man would have even the slightest of non-platonic feelings for you was nothing short of fantasy. Maybe he was that way because of how long you two have known each other. Nothing else.
Besides, it’s not like it mattered anyways.
It’s not like you noticed how thoughtful and goofy that six foot tall man was, especially around you. And you definitely didn’t notice how effortlessly attractive he was, either. And you totally paid no mind to way your heart drummed in your chest whenever Eren smiled as bright as the sun itself, the way you felt the heat surge through your body whenever he brushed your hair out of your face, or perhaps the way you found yourself at a loss for words whenever he brought his face a little too close to yours.
That’d be ridiculous.
…
Okay, maybe you did have a little crush on Eren. But that was normal, right? You thought nothing of it. Surely, you wouldn’t risk your friendship just because of a small crush. Eren meant too much to you.
It’s not like he’d ever return your feelings.
Idiots. The both of you. That’s the only logical conclusion Armin could come to after Eren crashes at his apartment for the umpteenth time looking like a kicked puppy after another failed attempt at wooing you.
This time around, Eren had decided to order a custom made chocolate-covered strawberry platter, complete with hearts in your favorite color. He was planning on going to your place after class, where he’d finally ask you to be his.
It would’ve worked perfectly, if Connie and Sasha hadn’t ravaged through the whole thing like savages. Eren cursed their insatiable hunger only made worse by a case of munchies. He thinks he might cry if he thinks about it again.
“Eren,” the blond sighs, summoning all the strength in his body as to not bury his face in his hands in frustration, “all you have to do is tell her you like her.”
“I'm trying! I’ve been trying for the past-“ Eren takes the time to count his fingers, before eventually giving up and slumping over Armin’s futon. “I don’t even have enough fingers to count!” He downs the rest of his glass, reaching for the bottle of wine to pour more, frowning when one single drop comes out.
“Listen to me, Eren. You need to tell her upfront, plain and simple. Don’t try and beat around the bush. No fancy get ups, okay? We’ve all seen firsthand how those things go for you.”
“But-,” Eren began to protest.
“But nothing. Do you want another repeat of tonight?” Armin demanded, eyebrow quirked.
“...no,” the brunet sniffles.
Armin looks at his friend with a pitiful expression. He’s watched Eren fail spectacularly over the years. And every single time, he and Mikasa would be there to console him after another disastrous confession scheme. But this— nearly in tears while sitting on the floor of Armin’s living room while nursing his 4th glass of wine— was just painful.
How neither of you could tell just how much the other was interested was a complete mystery to the blond.
“Okay,” Armin claps his hands together. Eren’s head shoots up, jade eyes wide and hopeful. “Here's what you’re going to say. Just repeat after me…”
It had been a few weeks since that interaction with Armin. Eren’s made sure to keep his best friend’s advice in mind this entire time, rehearsing and practicing his lines until he was certain he could deliver it perfectly. This night was it, Eren told himself.
Connie had thrown a little party to celebrate the end of the school year, and what better way to celebrate than getting completely hammered? Eren had stuck by your side the entire night, making sure that you drank enough water in between rounds. You two left before the party could truly die down, with Eren paying for an Uber to take you two to a restaurant for take-out before dropping you home.
You had sobered up a bit since leaving Connie’s, but that didn’t stop you from losing your footing as you stumbled down the sidewalk leading to your apartment. You brace yourself for the harsh impact of the concrete, but it never comes.
“Careful there, party girl. Don’t want you tripping all over yourself, now,” Eren’s grip is firm around your waist, hoisting you up expertly so he could carry you bridal style.
“Eren,” your slur slightly, “you really didn’t have to do all this.”
“What do you mean?”
”Paying for everything. Always making sure I get home safely.”
“Nonsense. I wanted to. Only the best for my favorite girl. Besides, what kind of person would I be if I let a beautiful woman like you walk home by yourself this late at night?”
“You’re the best friend a girl could ever ask for,” you sigh, kicking off your heels as soon as you open the door to your apartment. Eren follows suit, toeing off his dress shoes as he closes the front door. He sets you down gently before placing the paper bags on your kitchen table.
You can see Eren’s smile falter, and he sighs a little, muttering something under his breath that you didn’t quite catch.
“What was that?” you ask with a slight tilt of the head.
There’s a pregnant pause. His viridian gaze is studying you, for any hint of malevolence hidden on your face, any indication that would predict how much he would regret the words that threaten to spill from his lips. It’s as if staring at you would help him garner strength for what he was about to say. When he finds none, he continues.
“I said,” he takes a deep breath, holding it until it looks as though he’d faint, before letting out a slow exhale. He takes a few more moments, mentally preparing himself before dropping the biggest truth bomb of his life. “I don’t just want to be your friend, can’t you see that?” verdant eyes searching yours for a clue, a sign, anything, that confirms that you return even a fraction of his feelings.
“Oh,” you say dumbly, words beginning to bubble up your throat but die on your tongue. “Oh.”
Your mind is racing, thoughts filing in at a remarkable speed, yet you could voice nothing. If you were to guess, you’d ascribe your current expression to that of a gaping fish.
If you weren’t sober before, you definitely were now.
The remnants of liquid courage coursing through his veins spur him on. Eren takes both of your hands in his, running his thumbs against your knuckles in order to ground himself and to stop the dam filled with years of pining from breaking. The last thing he wanted to do was scare you away by accidentally drowning you in the metaphorical sea of what he considers his love for you. His touch felt scalding hot against your skin, but you didn’t have it in you to pull away first. There had always been something so magnetic about Eren, and the way you just melted into him from the simplest of contact. This time was no different.
“I’ve wanted to be with you for so, so long. Ever since the day I met you, (y/n),” Eren’s eyes always managed to draw you in with their intensity. You could read everything he felt just by looking into them. This time they were pleading, begging you to believe him.
“You’re all I ever wanted.” he imparts earnestly.
“I-” you start, still trying to find the right words to say. Luckily, Eren keeps going.
“Be mine. Please? I promise you, I’ll do my best to make sure you know how much I care about you, every single day. All you have to do is say yes.”
You’re dumbfounded. Truly at a loss of words. You’re quiet for some time— way too long, that Eren starts freaking out. The room is suddenly way too hot, and he can feel himself start to break into a sweat. The next four seconds feel like an eternity.
One.
She heard me, right?
Did I hear him correctly?
Two.
She should have said something by now...why is she just staring at me like that?
I should probably say something right now...he looks like he’s about to pass out.
Three.
Oh my god. Do I have something in my teeth?
Oh my god. I bet I look stupid right now.
Four.
Great fucking job, Eren. Of course you’d fuck this up.
Of course I’d ruin a moment like this. Just say something already!
Before you even get a chance to redeem yourself, Eren is backing away, face flushed and rubbing the back of his neck.
“I mean…” he croaks, wincing when his voice cracks. “You can say no. I-I’d totally get it. Was I too forward? Oh my god I didn’t mean to—”
“Eren…” you murmur, grabbing him by both arms to pull him back. He stumbles forward, lightly knocking into you. If you can’t figure out what to say, you might as well just show him.
“Yeah?” he breathes, heart racing.
“Just kiss me already.”
Now it’s his turn to be caught off guard. He opens his mouth to say something, to ask if you really just said that, or if the alcohol was making him imagine things. But nothing comes out. He can feel his heart threatening to jump out of his chest at your sudden change in disposition. You sure did have a knack for turning him into a blushing, blubbering idiot.
He doesn’t trust himself enough to try and speak again, so instead Eren leans in to close the distance between you, cupping your cheeks gently, as though he was afraid you would break. Eren’s always been rough around the edges, but with you, he treats you as if you were a doll, made from the finest porcelain. Even with his intense nature, he always tries his best to be gentle with you, to be patient.
The kiss was simple and sweet, lips pressed softly against each other, almost shy. The emotions behind the physical connection you two shared were anything but reserved. All of the unspoken confessions and promises you were pouring into each other were ceaseless. One could say it mirrors the eternal vow you two were silently making— to love and cherish each other until the end.
Eren was screaming I love you, I love you, so, so much. He pressed into you, holding on to you firmly in a desperate attempt to finally let out everything he’s wanted to say for so long.
You comforted him, grabbing onto him as if your life depended on it. You were saying I know, Eren. I love you too.
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M-mie could we get some athlete boyfriend eren hcs too if you don’t mind, please and thank you😩
He is: my boyfriend, and I love him dearly. Perfect amount of himbo and athlete without being a jock, everybody give it up for Eren for being my dream boy <3
Eren plays sports year round, with the exception of maybe one or two winter seasons, just because his school/work/home life was too busy for athletics at those times. Otherwise, he’s always go something to practice for: soccer in the fall, hockey in the winter, and his choice of baseball or basketball in the spring.
He’s not a varsity athlete; that is, he’s not “committed” to any one team, so he’s not tied to playing one sport every year, nor are his academics linked to his athletics, or vice versa. He’s just a pretty athletic guy, and he’s got a lot of energy, and he enjoys sports, so naturally he plays whenever he can.
As it turns out, it does help him with his academics. Knowing he’s got practice the majority of the week forces Eren into building a schedule that prioritizes both schoolwork and sports so he can enjoy them equally. It teaches him to be independent in a way that he wasn’t expecting, but he’s come to really love.
And because he loves it, he doesn’t mind working hard for it. Liking the way he’s set it up for himself encourages him to do his best in both areas. It’s really just good for him all around: a good outlet fo his energy, a good way to spend his time, a good way to keep his grades in check, and a good way to keep himself comfortably happy and busy.
His appetite is insatiable, so it’s only dramatized when playing sports. He takes the all you can eat in all you can eat sushi a little too seriously.
The thing is… he’s a shit cook, too, so it’s not like he’s meal prepping to make sure he’s satisfying his appetite. He just buys a shit ton of food whenever he’s hungry. He’s always asking you if you wanna grab food, and part of it is to ensure that you’re eating—not as much as him, but eating nonetheless—but part of it is that he just likes sharing meals with someone.
He also doesn’t like to eat alone, so even if you only have your ten California rolls to his forty six spicy tuna rolls, that’s fine; he just wants the company.
That’s also why even if you say you’re not hungry, he’ll drag you out to eat with him anyway. And you’ll probably get fed some of his food even if you don’t order anything and insist that you’re not hungry because, “It’s really good, baby, just try it—just one bite, it’s okay I’ve got plenty left!”
He usually keeps a few granola bars and chips and other snacks of his liking on him. But because of Eren’s nature, he keeps them on you, too: in your car, in your backpack, in your apartment/dorm. You’ll meet him after class and he’ll kinda just start walking behind you, and you realize he’s opening your backpack, and you don’t even have time to question him before he’s pulling a bar out of the smallest pocket with a smile and munching on it.
Sometimes you come home and see his little protein shakes in your fridge. You definitely didn’t put them there, but you don’t move them, either. When you stock up on more when they’re running low, Eren contemplates marrying you.
If it’s been a hard week of practice or school, he tends to get sleepy when studying (usually when studying for his least favorite class, no coincidence there). He’ll close his laptop, put his hood up, and scooch his chair closer to yours before leaning his head on your shoulder.
He gets increasingly clingier the longer he naps; hand wrapping around your waist, nose poking at your neck. He’s not so subtly trying to hint that he wants you to quit studying and take him home to cuddle instead. If you don’t get the message, expect him to shut your laptop for you.
When you protest, Eren just looks at you with pouty lips and tired eyes, “Chemistry sucks anyway. Wanna nap, and also wanted you to do that thing with your hands when you massage my back for me.” (He then promptly falls asleep mid-massage on your bed).
He’s actually got a waiver to see a physical massage therapist because of how frequently he’s exercising. On occasion, he goes, but he claims he likes your massages much better. Also because he’s hesitant about a stranger touching him and once he moaned when the guy was working on his back and Eren swears it was one of the most embarrassing moments of his life.
He doesn’t get upset if you can’t make it to every game, but he does like it when you show up. Gets all cheesy and cocky with his arm around your shoulder, going on about how, “You’re my good luck charm, baby. I play better when you’re watching, you know?”
He has so much team clothing, from sweats to hoodies to t-shirts to socks. All he asks is that you wear something on game days, even if you can’t be there to support him while he’s playing. And that you keep one or two things for yourself anyway. He’ll put them in your closet for your if you don’t take them yourself <2
Because seeing you in his hoodie is always great, but his team hoodies are extra special, because they’ve got his name and his number on them. Whenever you’re wearing one, he trails just a half step behind you so he can see JAEGER printed on your back while you walk. Something about you wearing his last name around is… enticing, to say the least.
Even if it’s not the clothes branded with his name, Eren’s got a thing for you in sweats and/or workout clothes, so he’ll toss them at you whenever you sleep over. He’s always handsy, even if you’re just wearing an Under Armour shirt with the school’s logo on it; the material of it, and knowing that it’s his just makes him want to keep his hands on you.
Truthfully, he doesn’t workout all that much outside of practice. Occasionally, he’ll go to the gym with some of his teammates if they need a buddy, or go himself to stretch or take one of the free classes, but he doesn’t have a strict schedule for it. If you go to the gym, he’ll follow you if you ask, tho.
Turns out something that he does like is yoga. He’s not particularly flexible lmfao, but the stretching helps with muscle pain and tension, and he kinda finds the whole atmosphere of it relaxing. He’s still not so great at the meditation part of it, but he’s getting there.
(Actually, it’s pretty cute because on Tuesday and Thursdays, the yoga classes at the gym on campus are open-level and beginner friendly. That’s when the majority of the athletes show up, and you see people like Eren, Jean and Connie holding tree pose in the back room).
This, of course, makes him think that couples yoga is a great idea. Let’s just say, you’re lucky that Eren is strong enough to catch you and has sharp reflexes, because he’s certainly not the most balanced partner for this activity.
Game days are fun for him, and usually even if his team loses, he’s still so pumped up on adrenaline that he’s pretty happy. He only gets moody if he thinks the other team is playing dirty, or the refs are unfair, or he’s just been in a bad mood because of something that happened in his personal life; sports are an outlet for him, not his drive in life, so losing a game doesn’t take a huge toll on him.
Usually, even if he is upset about something personal, he’s able to funnel it into his game play. Small things used to make his whole sportsmanship sour, but overtime, he’s really gotten better at using his energy to fuel the right things. However, one thing that makes him foul (emotionally and literally; as in he might foul out of a game), is if he’s been fighting with you.
Sometimes it works in his favor—using the game as outlet, like usual—but it goes south pretty quickly. Because instead of using his aggression in a productive way, he gets distracted and easily pissed off, and it’s no good for anybody, especially himself. Because if he fouls out, or the coach takes him out for doing too much, then he can’t play; and if he can’t play then all that pent up frustration has no where to go; and then he’s forced to just sit with himself and his thoughts, but usually he starts deflecting and telling everyone else to piss off. Truly a no good, very bad box he’s put himself in.
You guys don’t fight that often, and it’s rare that it drags out for an extended amount of time when you do; but as with any relationship, it can happen. And when it does happen, if Armin doesn’t get to you first, expect one of Eren’s teammates to come groveling at your feet.
Or, rather, two. Because when you and Eren were fighting for over two weeks about god knows what at this point, it was Connie and Jean who ambushed you in the library. Jean had some pride to keep, but Connie was practically begging you to make up with Eren: “Look, I know he’s probably the one who said or did something to piss you off, and I’m not saying you gotta forgive him, but please just talk to him. I can’t run anymore extra laps because of him, and it’s gonna be so embarrassing if we lose to a C-list team on Friday because Eren’s funking up everyone’s attitude. PLEASE!”
Jean is more interested in the tea between you guys, but he also wants Eren to go back to being his normal hotheaded self, and not his current moody self. “He’s been playing like a bitch baby all week, and I’m gonna knock his skull in if he doesn’t fucking get his act together,” Jean rolls his eyes, “So just show up on Friday, alright? Do it for me and Connie, at least.”
When Eren does see you in the crowd at the game, it’s not a Troy and Gabriella moment, but when he sees you he feels so much relief that he’s physically calmer and way more mentally relaxed—because at this point Eren wasn’t even mad, he was just scared you might break up with him, and that fear brought out the worst in him. Seeing you in the stands, even if you didn’t wanna speak to him, was reassurance that you still gave a damn about him, and that was motivation enough.
He rushes to you after the game, wanting to make sure you don’t get swept away or leave with your friends. He’s smiling and so happy to finally see you that he almost forgets that you’re mad with him; hugging you and grinning ear to ear. When the reality kicks in, he kinda steps back at bit and rubs at his neck, embarrassed, but at least he knows he still has a chance to make things right with you.
(When you do make up, you’re surprised to find flowers and $10 coupon for your favorite pizza place in your mailbox a few days later. They’re from Connie, and his poorly handwritten note thanks you for “saving the team” and “curbing Eren’s temper).
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Payback
summary: You owe Eren some cash, but when it's time to pay back, you seem to be short of it. Will he accepted another way of payment from you?
✧ pairing: s4!Eren x f!reader
✧ includes: modern college au, mentions of drugs, detailed smut, nsfw (mdni), handjob, heavy teasing, breath play (choking), degradation and praise kink, overstimulation, frat boy Eren >:)
✧ wc: 3,242
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You were never the one to ask for nor borrow money from people, yet here you were on this situation– in the middle of a transaction with the second year, Eren Jeager. The two of you are not completely strangers, but not so close friends either. You and Eren shared a handful conversations yourselves during parties, or when passing by each other inside the campus, so there definitely was an established acquaintanceship there.
It was just a day away from spring break, and you needed a plane ticket back to your hometown; but you were about seventy bucks short so you've been asking around to your friends right here, at a frat party to celebrate the break. The messy room had empty bottles laid on the ground, waiting for someone to trip over them. You were almost a victim. As for the people in this crowded area, they looked reminded you of the beer bottles: messy and all over the place.
“I'm sorry, Y/N. But I have like three dollars with me right now. Go ask Eren, you know he's the one here who has the cash.” Connie suggests. Among Eren's trusted connections (which your friend, Connie, happened to be one of), it was no secret that he had a side hustle of supplying some of the pot in the university; and that business of Eren was actually booming. “We're not even that close, I'm not just gonna ask him.” You denied. “Well, night's ending soon and everyone leaves tomorrow... Just giving you options here.” Connie points out, giving you a gentle tap on the back before excusing himself to get more drinks. You can't believe that guy actually convinced you enough, and here you are, watching as Eren go through his wallet before handing you over the seventy bucks you needed. “I promise to pay you back when we return, really. Thank you.” You spoke. “Yo, don't think about that yet. Have fun and enjoy your spring break.” Eren insists, flashing you a thin smile as he returned his wallet into his pocket.
Spring break was gone in a blink, and here you are back at the campus. You did in fact, enjoyed the week-long spring break in your hometown. It felt nice experiencing the freedom from school works and requirements even for such a short time, and the only thing you worried about was how to pay Eren back that seventy bucks he lend you. Luckily, you had extra allowance given to you when you got back and you didn't have to worry further anymore.
Your last class had just ended and you decided to get it over with Eren. Earlier today, he'd told you to meet him at his dormitory room and sent you his unit number, which also gave you the chance to exchange each other's numbers. You arrived at his building, walking up the stairs and down the hallway whilst eyeing out for his room number, 19B. Eventually, you've finally spot the golden digits and letter labeled on one door, before gently knocking on it and careful not to disturb the other tenants.
“Oh, it's you. Hey.” Your eyes finally meet Eren, and his current look had totally took your breath away. His hair was damp, beads of water dripping from his torso, with only a grey towel hugging his hips and showing off his v-line. Eren seemed to take notice of your silence and speaks up. “Sorry, I didn't have time to get dressed. I just got off varsity training and had to shower.” He quickly explained, inviting you inside his room to bring the conversation in private. “Uh, no that's fine. I'm just here to return the money.” You now went through your purse while Eren ties his hair back up to his signature bun, locks still damp, and a little more of his v-line inching out the towel from the movement of his arms.
Fifty, seve– where the hell was that twenty dollar bill? You did not just lose it. Now you're twenty bucks short, and you're supposed to pay now. How idiotic would it be of you if you had spent it on something else earlier today. “Is there a problem?” Eren takes notice of your puzzled state. “Uh... well...” You trailed off, handing the fifty dollars worth of cash to Eren before he counts them. “That's all I can give you right now, it's twenty bucks short. I'll give you the rest this week.” You. “Don' t worry about it, it's just twenty bucks.” He shrugs before chucking the cash down his desk. Honestly, he actually wanted to see more of you. Eren heard some stories about you from Connie, and he'd be lying if he said he didn't find you attractive and interesting. He wished the two of you had more than just your little occasional interactions around.
“Uh, hey Eren?” You took a step closer to Eren who mirrored your action, slowly approaching you with a burning gaze. “Yes...?” He mumbled softly, your bodies now only inches apart from each other as you looked up into his emerald eyes, practically smelling the lust radiating off his body. He was turned on by how pretty you looked, giving him soft eyes.
“Can I... Are there any like, other way I can make up for what's incomplete?” You mutter back, watching his eyes flicker from your lips to your eyes. You blushed, hoping he wouldn't take offense from such question.
You stared into each other's eyes, feeling the same tension that arose from when he welcomed you into his room earlier, making Eren's breath hitch when he felt his dick twitch from under the towel. While your cheeks burned red from the sudden surge of confidence take over you.
“I was kinda waiting for you to ask...” Eren truthfully admitted, breaking the silence in between you. “Oh...” Your voice came out with sultriness, reaching a hand up to his stray hair before moving them out of the way as Eren licked his lips, eager for your taste. But the attempt to enchant him was all it took to push him over the edge.
“Goddamn.” His libido consumed him, smashing his lips to yours in an almost lip-bleeding manner. His lips danced over your soft ones, synchronizing your movements with his as you ran your hand through his hair, while Eren ran his hands up your waist and gently held on to it, not breaking the firey passionate kiss.
You started to gently push Eren back to his bed, letting you work your ways with him, which he's so entranced by. The back of his knees eventually hit the edge of the bed and you push him on the soft sheets, before you hovered above him, your arms propped up on the pillow where he laid. Eren looks up at you with a dominating-like stance above him, eyeing you down with such admiration and lust.
His bedside lamp perfectly illuminated your facial features and his chiseled ones. You once again captured his lips in a firey kiss with so much passion. Eventually, his tongue finds it's way in the kiss, both of you exploring each other in a fit of dominance, eventually, giving yourself entirely to Eren's access.
You reluctantly pulled away from his lips, quickly discarding your top and skirt while Eren helped, now leaving you in your underwear. You then reached behind the hook of your bra, before feeling the strong grip of his hand stop yours. “No, I'll take that off.” He insists, his free hand now hooking his finger under the strap, teasingly running his finger down before it snapped against your shoulder, all while keeping eye contact with you, while you trail your hand down to the towel hugging his waist then pulling off the tucked part to expose his body once and for all.
The next thing you know, Eren now had you fully under his dominance, trailing his lips down your neck and abdomen, enjoying the way your sweet moans echoed quietly in his room. Your hand met his locks again, feeling his lips leave wet kisses further down. “Can I?” He hooks a finger onto the waistband of your underwear, and you eagerly nod before he gently slides them off with his teeth, still keeping eye contact with you.
“Fuck, you're so hot.” You breathe out, letting your back fall onto the pillows. Eren now met your lips once again, his hands traveling to your back to get rid of your bra once and for all. You blindly reached for his dick and brushed your thumb over the tip. “Mhmmm, yeah, do that again.” His words came out breathy, now discarding your bra to the floor. You obliged, now adding your pointer finger into the equation and lightly pinching the tip. “Holy shit!” Eren covered his mouth and you carefully put his hand away.
“Fuck, Y/N, you're way too good at this.” You continue to pleasure his tip while Eren latched his mouth onto your breast. You now reach your free hand to pump his length, while still pleasuring his now sensitive tip, leaking with precum. “Mmmmm, A-AH SHIT! Yes baby...” Eren now had his face on your shoulder to conceal his moans, pushing your hands off his dick, not wanting to finish yet.
Your wrists were now crossed above your head, the cold metal on his rings cooling your skin. “Trying to make me cum early, huh?” He spat so casually before reaching to his bedside drawer for a condom and slipping it on. “Turn around.” He commands, and you immediately followed, your chest pressed against the soft sheets and your ass raised before feeling his strong hand roam your hip. “ That's a good girl.” He teases, now trailing his free hand up your shoulder to pin you down, while the other one guides his length up and down your soaking heat, making you shudder.
“Fuck me now!” and with that, Eren grips hard on your shoulder and slammed into you roughly, earning a loud moan from you. “Holy shiiiit...” He hissed as he watched his dick sink into your tight heat, a moan escaping your lips with every thrust he gave. “Fuck, Eren, harder!” The sound of his name slipping from your lips had only riled him up more, squeezing his eyes shut before reaching for your neck to grip tight. His other hand now traveled down your clit and rubbed as hard as his thrusts. “Shit, Eren!” You had trouble letting out moans with his hand restricting your airways, your pussy tightening around his length with every hard thrust.
“Cum for me, slut. So desperate to pay off that cash, huh?” He groaned out before briefly letting go of your neck and pulling out to quickly flip you over and thrusting back in. “Gonna cum for me, baby?” The commanding tone in his voice sent shivers down your spine and that was enough to send you over the edge, cumming all over his cock. His lips felt harsh, leaving wet kisses along your neck and shoulders as he rides out your high, cries of pleasure escaping your lips from the overstimulation.
After a few hard thrusts, his cock twitched and hips stilling as he came hard into the condom, giving slow, shallow thrusts into your pussy. After his hard high, Eren pulls out and collapses on top of you with his hands still on your hips, his rings now feeling cool yet warm at the same time.
“You're cool, I like you.” He randomly blurts out as you caught your breath, a laugh escaping from your lips.
His hands trail on your sides, sliding up to your jaw before planting a soft kiss on your lips. You smirked and traced your fingers over his toned chest, “I'll be owing you more money from now on.” You teased.
“Oh, I'll look forward to it.” Eren winks, his hair messy and beads of sweat dripping down his skin.
✧ a/n: my first Eren smut, how did i do?
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