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Milk, Honey, and Sugar

Yandere Eren x Reader

Milk Honey and Sugar Masterlist

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Word Count: 12.7k

Content: College AU, Yandere content, Obsessive and Possessive behavior, Fluff, Smut, Dark content, Jiyuu beloved

Content Warnings: Stockholm Syndrome, Obsessive Behavior, Eren is a bit of a pervert, but somehow also shy about it, reader going thru it, Eren is described at taller than reader, Pet names (Angel, Baby), Dubcon (from stockholm syndrome), Eren is SO WEAK TO YOU, you’re both a bit shy, Reader is implied to be a tiny bit insecure, Tiddy sucking, Falacio, hand job, Little bit of subby! Eren but only a little, description of Eren’s dick lol, reader makes him CRY, mention of him pulling their hair a little, a smidge of edging, aftercare

Summary: After the realization hits that you aren't ever going to see your friends again, Eren is the one to comfort you—slowly turning you more and more dependent on him.

Oh my goddd It's been so long and I'm so sorry!!! A bunch of things got in the way of me writing for a while, but It's finally back! I'm going to try to focus on this series more so hopefully, there won't be such a big gap in posting again! I already have the next part nearly finished so it shouldn't be long before the next chapter! Also, I'd like to say thank you to anyone that's still here after my absence and anyone that's been here from before :,,) I'm so grateful. I hope this is enough to satisfy until the next chapter! There's a little doodle at the end for you all <33 Can't wait to write the most exciting parts of the story!! (In my opinion at least, lol) Please enjoyy

Chapter 7: Warmth (part 1)

The hours grew longer the more days you spent alone.

Your world was quiet, apart from the tick of the plastic analog clock or the occasional sound of water going through pipes and creaking footsteps from above. Being stuck on your own was such a lonely, stir-crazy existence. The only time you found solace from it was when Eren would make his way down the stairs, greeting you with his abnormally gentle smile and a soft kiss, giving you the company you constantly longed for and sometimes a consoling meal.

He had you wrapped around his finger by now, so tired of the isolation and quiet that you’d do almost anything if it meant he’d stay, just to ease your loneliness for a while. He was a distraction you took with little resistance because you didn’t want to think about the pain of being trapped for even a second.

He seemed to be the only thing that helped your ever-fragile mood, the one thing keeping you grounded as your mental stability frayed. It was hell when he would leave you, forcing you to face the cold basement alone again. You’d try to sleep through it, but sometimes your brain wouldn’t quiet and your emotions would explode to the point that you’d bawl your eyes out and sob until your nose was clogged and your head ached, your mind plagued with the overbearing thoughts of your long-gone friends and freedom. If they’d been looking, you were sure they would have found you by now. It should’ve been so obvious who’d taken you. Or maybe, everyone was too trusting of Eren to realize that deep down, he was an obsessive stalker, someone who kidnapped his best friend.

Either way, your hope of being found had almost completely diminished. With no access to the outside world, you didn’t even know if a search was ongoing. You had no motivation anymore, even for escape—although it’s not like you could because Eren hadn’t let you go upstairs since your last attempt. He hadn’t touched you the same way he did that night either, occasionally letting his soft kisses grow more heated but never going as far as he did then. You almost missed it. The intimacy, that is. He’d been nothing but sweet to you most of the time, even when all you could do was cry into him.

You felt pathetic being in such a state, constantly switching between craving his presence and despising him for taking you away. You barely felt deserving of being rescued since you gave in to your captor so quickly. Would anyone even want to help you if they knew what you’d done with him? How close you’d remained even after his betrayal? It brought a sick feeling to your stomach whenever you thought about it. All of the lame excuses and blaming your actions on your once adolescent crush or your dwindling will to escape. You knew the truth, yet you still didn’t want to admit it.

It’d been four weeks since your failed escape, and just a little over a month of being stuck in the basement—not that you even knew the specifics of how long it’d been because of how your days began to blend. Since your attempt, Eren spent more time downstairs, sometimes taking his entire day off to stay with you, slowly making you more dependent on his presence because it was all you had.

Akin to every other day, it started with his journey down, breakfast in hand and laptop under his arm, the device fully charged and ready for another day of playing offline games and watching videos or movies. But, also like every other day, his plans, per usual, were halted when he reached the bottom of the steps and saw you curled up on the bed, crying into your palms.

His guilt overflowed whenever he saw you like that, but he pushed it away when he remembered all the things that could’ve happened if he hadn’t brought you here. All of the people that could have gotten to you, the things they could have done to you. It made him irrationally angry just thinking about it. In his house, you were safe, and he always knew where you were. To him, that was worth the pain it brought you.

Laying everything on the desk, he rushed to sit next to you, trapping you in his comforting arms and pulling you into his lap, “What’s wrong, baby?”

He always asked that when you cried, always with the same pet names he’d use to try and ease your tears. You always replied that you didn’t want to discuss it, but he knew what the truth behind your sadness was. He knew it was because you missed everyone and you were terrified of telling him.

“I don’t wanna talk about it right now.” You said, as usual, voice hoarse from tears that’d been pouring since you woke up. You put your head against him, soaking the white pajama t-shirt while he rubbed your back and cradled you like a child. His warmth and his pleasant autumn-like scent made it harder to focus on your problems, the comfort pulling you back to him in an instant. Sometimes it was like you were addicted, craving the constant reassurance of his presence and the distraction from your situation.

This had become almost routine—he would come downstairs or wake up with you, find you crying, and drop everything to comfort you, just to continue whatever he had planned for the day after as if nothing happened. It was such an exhausting pattern for you, but he couldn't care less. All he cared for was being able to have you with him where you were safe. Being able to hold and touch you was just a bonus.

He held you as tight as he could, trying to make you feel secure while compressed in his arms. You could only snuggle into him, pushing your ear against his chest to listen to his racing heart. It was a calming and familiar white noise that helped distract you from the fact that you were probably never going to get out. It helped you feel sane and reminded you that Eren was another human too.

He sighed feeling you ease into him, finally safe enough to relax too. The room was quiet other than the gentle sounds of breathing and the mechanical ticking of the clock. It was almost peaceful like this, just the two of you cuddled up together. Listening to each other’s soft sounds and finding comfort in them.

“Can I have breakfast now?” You asked, your voice still crackling from your dry throat. You were sniffling and your face was still wet from past tears, but you were more hungry than upset now and didn’t want to wait for food anymore.

Eren smiled and slid you off his lap, making sure to plant a loving kiss on your forehead before he got up to grab the wooden breakfast tray from the desk. He walked back, setting it on your lap and revealing the stack of 4 heart-shaped pancakes to you that still radiated the warmth from being cooked. There was a tiny plate of butter and a cup of syrup sitting next to it, along with a ceramic mug of Eren’s favorite drink, his warm milk with honey and sugar mixed in. He always used to give it to you every time you came over, trying desperately to get you to favor it, and every time it always tasted bland. Not bad, but it didn’t fit your normal preference for drinks.

Recently though, whenever he’d give it to you with your breakfast, it was much sweeter than before. The milk and honey blended together with a pinch of dissolved sugar just tasted saccharine all of a sudden.

At first, you questioned if he spiked it, but when nothing happened after you drank it, you abandoned the idea. It felt so strange to suddenly enjoy something you’d been so indifferent about, but you didn’t want to overthink it. After all, you just wanted to enjoy the warmth from whatever he made you—to enjoy his warmth because it was all you had.

“Well, are you going to eat?” Eren asked, questioning why you were staring at your food for so long.

Realizing that you’d spaced out while deep in thought, you muttered a quick “sorry” before grabbing the dull plastic knife on the tray to spread the butter over your pancakes.

While you were preparing your breakfast to your liking, Eren sat on the bed again, placing his arm behind you and sliding as close as he could without getting in your way, your thighs pressing together and his cheek almost touching your head.

He watched intensely as you cut into the syrup-soaked cake and stabbed into the small piece you separated, chomping down on it. As you chewed and swallowed it, he leaned his head on yours to get your attention, “Is it good? Did you like it?”

Nodding your head, you cut out another piece to shove into your mouth, “They’re really good! Did you make them from scratch?”

Eren smiled, feeling his heart melt when you gave him praise. He always ate up every little compliment you gave him, no matter how small it was. It was like a hit of dopamine every time you were even the tiniest bit nice—and he was addicted to it. Once he’d even kicked his legs and squealed into his pillow after you commented that he looked hot in a picture he posted, but that was a secret he would be taking to his grave.

“It’s my mom’s recipe… I just made them with a heart-shaped pan for the shape.” He replied, leaning into you and burying his face into the side of your neck while you continued to eat.

“I didn’t know you owned a heart-shaped pan,” You paused mid-bite, “When did that happen?”

“I got it when all of the Valentine's Day stuff was on clearance in stores… I just hid it in my room because I didn’t want anyone to see it while they were here.” He explained, his cheeks warming up at the thought of someone other than you seeing he owned such a bright pink and heart-shaped pan.

You giggled at his embarrassment and kept eating, enjoying the sweet syrup-soaked pancakes while you could. They were delicious, but especially warm compared to everything else, and you were so desperate to have that warmth that you were scarfing them down and barely savoring the taste. The sweet milk with honey came next, the most familiar part of the meal. You chugged it down so fast that you could feel its heat travel down to your stomach, officially ending your breakfast that morning.

It almost made you sad whenever you finished your food. You always felt extra cold after, especially without Eren there. It was never fun to experience.

“All done?” Eren asked, not allowing you a response before taking the tray from you. He placed it on the nightstand at the foot of the bed and went back to you, pushing you onto your back and crawling on top of you without warning.

After taking a moment to maneuver himself around and get more comfortable, he placed his head on your shoulder and embraced you, the weight of his body crushing you into the mattress. It hurt a little and almost restricted your breathing, but having what was similar to a heated and weighted blanket on top of you was nice.

He always did this when you finished your breakfast. It was one of his favorite things to do too. He loved being close to you, breathing in your scent and littering tiny kisses all over your neck and collarbone. It felt wonderful to claim you like that.

As you cocooned him with your limbs, he wriggled his way down until his head met your chest, putting his face between your breasts and squeezing you so they squished against his face. You let a gasp slip, face growing hot as a large smile formed on his lips.

You tried to push against him to get him off, but you struggled immensely from his weight compared to your strength. It took almost all your energy to get him to budge, but he finally got the hint and sat up after minutes of your whining and squirming—only to grab your chest and squeeze as soon as his hands were free.

You flinched and simultaneously gasped at the sudden grope, yelling at him with fake anger while batting his arms, “You’re such a fucking perv!”

He chuckled and put his hand on the bed to lean down, his reddened cheeks so close to yours that you could feel his breath against your face, “Yeah, sure. But you love me, don’t you?”

You were silent while you considered what to say, afraid to lie to him but knowing that if you gave him any answer other than yes, he’d probably lose it on you. You did love him. You really did, but not in the way he wanted you to. You didn’t think you did, at least. He was just a safe space for you. A source of comfort while you were trapped. That didn’t mean you loved him, did it?

Growing insecure at your lack of response, Eren squeezed your arm just tight enough to regain your attention and asked you again, this time with more desperation lingering, “Don’t you, angel?”

Without thinking it over more, you gave him an unconvincing answer, “Yes. I do.”

Satisfied with your response, he gave you a quick peck on the lips and got up to grab his laptop from the desk. You watched him carefully the whole time, sitting up and eyeing him as he picked up the small computer and carried it back to you.

He placed carefully it in your lap, plopping down and leaning into you like he did during breakfast, his arm slung around your waist. You stared at the sticker-covered computer in your lap, your hands trembling while you considered asking him about going back upstairs again instead of spending another day in bed binging a random show you chose.

You’d asked previously, even begged him to give you another chance, but his answer was always the same. He’d tell you that he isn’t ready for that, or that he doesn’t trust you yet. If you tried to ask repeatedly or beg for it, he would get angry with you and even lash out, leaving you alone for the entire day as a punishment, no matter how loud your cries got or how much it stung him to hear them.

“Can I ask something before we start, Eren?” You managed to get out, your words shaking as you spoke.

You could feel him tense up next to you as you asked, his gaze now fixated on the laptop instead of you.

“What is it?” He asked, already knowing the answer.

You opened your mouth to talk but stuttered so much trying to get the first word out that you had to pause again before talking.

“Can I go upstairs for the day?” You pleaded, quickly adding onto it so he couldn’t instantly deny you, “I’ll do anything you want! Please! I just… want to leave the basement for a while.”

Silence followed.

You were shaking, terrified of what he was thinking. He was staring at the floor, his brows furrowed as he ran through all of his options. He wasn’t angry, not yet at least. He only would be if you pushed for it too much, but he still hated having to answer that question. Why couldn’t you just be happy with what he gave you? He understood that you were bored and lonely, but it was still frustrating. It was so, so frustrating.

“I don’t know if I can trust you yet,” was all he could manage in response, because If he said any more or got too aggressive there would be tears. And he was so weak to your tears. It was the sole reason he always had to leave you when you cried to be let out. If he stayed, his already weak spirit might break, and then you could weave your way into having your way and escaping. He didn’t want to risk anything close to that.

Despite his effort to avoid it, tears began to prickle in the corner of your eyes, almost as if on command. You wanted to leave so badly that you were partially willing to give up your hope of escape if it meant you could at least have that. You would give all of it, just to have that ounce of freedom and self-autonomy back.

“I don’t want to leave anymore, Eren! I promise! Chain my ankles or handcuff me to you, whatever! Please, just let me go upstairs with you!” You begged. It was evident you were pushing his limit with the look that took over his face, but you didn’t know what else you could do to convince him.

Eren shut his eyes, the frown on his face deepening, “Baby, please. Don’t do this today.”

“Please, Eren. Please.” You begged again, the first fearful tear spilling over your cheek. The look you gave him was painful, his chest tightening the longer he stared at you. You’d done this almost every day for the last week and it was so aggravating. He hated being separated from you but you forced it on him by pleading so often.

He looked away from you and leaned forward, his elbows on his knees and his face in his hands as he snapped at you, “Why? Why do you want to so badly?! Can’t you just be happy with what I give you?”

He finished with a sigh and waited quietly for your response, but nothing came. You were silent.

It took Eren several moments to realize that you weren’t going to talk back, so when he finally lifted his head and looked at you, the sight ripped his heart in two.

You had your eyes squeezed shut and your mouth covered as you sobbed into it, trying to hide the sounds so you wouldn’t irritate him more, but seeing you cry like that with such obvious fear diminished any anger he had. He hated being the cause of your tears. He hated it.

Pulling you into his arms again and pushing the laptop aside, he apologized profusely and held you tighter. You whimpered into him, gripping his shirt while he pushed your face against his chest.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry… I’m sorry for snapping, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” He had his hand on your head, digging his fingers into your hair while he repeated his apology, “Please stop crying. Please, you know I hate hearing you cry.”

You hiccuped, holding your breath to choke down your tears. You held it in for a few more moments until you couldn’t anymore, taking an involuntary breath and sobbing into his shirt. In a poor attempt to silence it, you covered your mouth while you cried, quietly begging him not to leave you between sobs. It broke his heart.

He tried to reassure you, hugging you tightly and petting your head while he cooed, “I won’t leave. I won’t leave this time.”

It took a while, but following a few violent hiccups, silenced sobs, and deep, difficult inhales, your tears were dissipating and you were calming down, clinging to Eren as if your life depended on it.

He held you close, basking in your touch. He knew why you wanted to leave the basement. He was stupid to think that being trapped there would be enough for you, but after the last time he let you up, he was terrified that you’d try to leave again. If you ever did manage to get away from him, it would mean he’d lose everything, and he didn’t even want to think about that happening.

You needed to stay with him, where you were safe. Where he could watch over you. But, it was clear you also needed at least a little freedom, otherwise, your mental state could deteriorate even more than it already had, and that would be just as bad as losing you through escape. He didn’t want to reduce you to a shell of your former self. He didn’t want to break you. He just wanted to keep you to himself.

Thinking it over some more while you were wiping your face on his shirt, Eren decided to go against his better judgment and give in to what you wanted, which was exactly what he had been trying to avoid. It was easier that way, considering you were both feeling awful about your situation.

“I’ll—I’ll take you upstairs. I’ll take you upstairs today.” He blurted out, sounding reluctant to say it out loud.

Your entire mood had changed from just that sentence, perking your head up so you could meet his eyes from where you sat on his lap. Eyes wide with excitement, they were lighting up more than they had in the month you’d been stuck there. It was nice for him to see. He’d missed that sparkle so much.

“I’ll only let you come up if you follow my rules though, okay? If you break them I’m sending you back down and I won’t even think about letting you up for at least a year.” He aggressively added to his previous statement, wanting to be clear with what he expected of you so there wouldn’t be any complaints later.

You rapidly nodded your head, getting ready to agree to whatever he asked if it meant getting that slight sliver of freedom in the end. Lucky for you, he didn’t want to take advantage of your eagerness—not too much at least. He loved you too much to hurt you like that.

With a small sigh, Eren slid you off of his lap and took his laptop, holding out his hand for you after he got up. You took it with a large smile plastered on your face, pulling yourself onto your feet and practically skipping to the stairs because of how happy you were. He was slow to follow after you, not particularly joyful about letting you out of the safe haven he’d created for you, but still willing to if it meant he got to see your bright smile again.

Once he made it to the top, he was hesitant to unlock the door. He really didn’t want to let you out, but when he looked over and saw how excited you looked standing next to him, he couldn’t help but picture how upset you were just prior, and how quickly that changed when he said you could go upstairs. Keeping you locked up and to himself was already selfish enough, he didn’t want to keep suffering even more in a cold basement for his own benefit.

Before he went through the final step of opening the door, he grabbed your hand and squeezed it tight. He was trying to make sure you couldn’t just run off, but also trying to reassure himself that he was doing the right thing. With a final heavy sigh, he unlocked the door and turned the knob with his laptop under his arm, pushing it open and revealing the dim light of morning to you.

You tried to run, not with a hope to escape but more so out of excitement—but Eren was quick to pull you back to him and remind you of your place.

“Don’t forget what I told you.” He spoke sternly, the grip on your hand growing tighter to the point that it hurt.

His rules—to behave. To do what he asked. From the first time he let you upstairs. The same rules that you broke the last time you were here, and not just because he was vague about what “behaving” meant. Of course, you couldn’t forget.

You sounded dejected as you looked at the creaky wooden floor, “I’m just… excited. Sorry.”

Sighing, he sauntered forward while pushing you with him, taking the lead but ultimately doing what you wanted by going to the living room.

Jiyuu got visibly excited when you walked into his view, his fluffy wings opening up slightly while he paced back and forth on the giant bird tree across the room, considering if it was worth it to fly over.

Eren stopped in his tracks, a small smile brightening his face when he realized what the bird wanted. He always thought it was sweet that he liked you, despite parrots' common behavior of being possessive over their owner. It also made your integration into his home a lot easier, so he wouldn’t have to worry about the bird going after you whenever he was affectionate with you.

“Why don’t you go pick him up?” He asked, trying to push you forward, closer to Jiyuu.

Excited to see the bird—a living creature other than Eren—but terrified of doing something wrong and being punished for it, you turned to look at him, asking for reassurance that this wasn’t a trap, “Are you sure?”

“Yes. I’m sure. I won’t be mad at you for walking away from me this time.” He assured you, the hand on your back pushing you even further, harsher this time to the point you almost stumbled.

You stepped forward with hesitance, slowly gaining confidence the closer you got to Jiyuu, your saving grace from complete isolation with Eren. Watching carefully, Eren stayed behind, his gaze burning holes into the back of your head. It made you so nervous, his eyes fixated on your every move. Being watched so closely was highly unpleasant and anxiety-inducing, and you could tell that Jiyuu didn’t like it either.

Climbing onto you when you held your arm out, Jiyuu was quick to run to your shoulder and puff his feathers up, squawking loudly at Eren. He’d never been especially protective of you, nor aggressive towards Eren, so this behavior was completely new—at least to you. It was especially shocking because of how loud he was able to scream, the sound triggering a constant ringing in your ears.

“Eren? What’s wrong with him?” You panicked, turning to see what the bird was so upset about that he had to shriek, only to be face-to-face with Eren. His knees bent slightly so he met your height, startling you even more when you unexpectedly met his piercing green pupils.

His eyes were glued to the bird, his hand lifted in front of him so he would step up from your shoulder. To your surprise, the bird nipped at his hand and chewed on it, stepping on it when he was finished and acting like he hadn’t just screamed at him. “He’s just being moody. Don’t mind it too much, he just gets like this sometimes, ‘specially when I’m not in the best mood. He can tell.”

As he put Jiyuu back on the tree stand to chew on more of his toys, he walked closer and wrapped his arm around you, practically forcing you into his chest with his laptop pressed against your back. When his other hand was free from the bird’s talons, it joined his other to squeeze you tightly, keeping you close as he leaned over you, inhaling the comforting scent from your skin and hair.

You returned the hug, trying to distract yourself from the sinking feeling you had in your chest when he implied that he wasn’t in a good mood. It was obvious it was because of you—because you wanted to go upstairs. It made you feel so guilty, but also so afraid. He could be unpredictable when he was upset, which is probably why Jiyuu didn’t like it either.

“Why don’t we just watch some TV for now? Since he’s in such a bad mood and I still want to laze around…” He spoke up, backing away but leaving little space between you and him.

Without a thought, you nodded, ready to agree to almost anything as long as it would improve his mood and keep you out of your personal hell known as the basement. With your compliance, he was quick to drag you back onto the couch, setting the laptop down on the coffee table and pouncing, crushing you under his weight. Your whines went ignored by him in favor of grabbing the remote to activate the TV, bringing up the news before he swiftly changed it to an on-demand streaming service. He put on one of your favorite shows—one you’d already watched, probably dozens of times since you’d come here—and threw the controller

down, burying his face into your chest and engulfing you in his arms.

Resting your hands on his back when you finally processed everything he’d sped through in seconds, you focused more on him than the TV, although only able to see the top of his head and his messy bun. His face was buried between your boobs again, except this time, instead of smiling and teasing you about it, he shut his eyes and eased into you, feeling secure enough to relax with you trapped underneath him. The shift in mood was apparent, but all you could think to do was run your hands through his hair, hoping that would soothe him enough to think about letting you stay upstairs more often.

It was silent after that, besides the background noise of the TV playing and Jiyuu preening his feathers and chewing wood. You were both clinging to each other, unmoving and resting. Eren was so warm, it almost made you tired—but you didn’t want to sleep. Not when you were finally experiencing what you’d wanted so badly for weeks. You longed to walk around and explore the house more, but he probably wouldn’t let you. It was frustrating.

“Eren?” You said, trying to get his attention on you instead of whatever he was thinking about in the silence.

He hummed in reply, not bothering to lift his head because he was too comfortable with his face against your chest.

You twirled some of his loose hair between your fingers, silently trying to persuade him as you asked, “Can we go to your room? I want to see more than just your living room and kitchen.”

Before you could continue with your long-winded speech trying to convince him to let you go to a different part of the house, he interrupted you with a finger over your lips, letting out a muffled “mm-mm” while he shook his head that was still against your chest. You frowned, moving his finger away from your mouth and continuing to push, “Why not?”

A scowl took over his face as he peered up at you, his chin stabbing into your sternum when he replied with aggressive venom in his tone, “Because I said no. Drop it.”

Once you nodded, a look of stinging fear glazing your eyes, his expression relaxed and he put his face back into your chest. Although your response calmed him, his answer did nothing to satiate your curiosity. You’d been in his room a few times prior to the kidnapping, so what was so different about now?

You let out a small sigh, continuing to run your hands through his hair but turning your attention towards the TV that still played your favorite show, although you’d begun to get rather tired of it after watching it over and over so much. Especially now, when watching different shows and dramas was all Eren had let you do aside from occasionally letting you play games on his laptop. As relaxing as the routine used to be, it was starting to grow excruciatingly dull. There were only so many days you could do nothing but laze around before you grew tired of it.

“Eren.” You began again, desperate for something to entertain you. You didn’t want to spend all your time out of the basement doing the same thing you did in it.

With a quiet groan, he lifted his head again and frowned, “What now?”

“I’m bored… I want to do something other than watch TV.”

Realizing that you weren’t trying to annoy him about getting into his room again, his eyes softened and he replied with a sweeter tone, “Like what?”

“I don’t know. You have games, don’t you?”

“In my room, yeah. But I don’t want you going in there right now and I’m not leaving you alone to grab anything.”

“Then what else can we do?”

When you asked, his brows scrunched together and he averted your gaze, deep in thought. You watched carefully, worried that he would become irate if you were too talkative while he was trying to relax.

Slowly, his cheeks darkened as an idea popped into his head—one he’d usually tried to push away so that he wouldn’t risk making you feel uncomfortable with your already fragile emotional state, but right now? You seemed to be in a better mood, and much more content with doing just about anything to ease your boredom. There was nothing to stand in the way of his selfish desires.

Noticing the way his former annoyance bloomed into a red-faced fluster, you grew worried and tried to turn his head so he’d look at you, only for him to avoid meeting your eyes. His cheeks were burning hot to the touch and you could tell he had something on his mind.

“What’s wrong?” You tried to ask calmly despite the tremble in your voice, mentally preparing yourself for whatever emotion he might reply with.

A silent pause followed, and he barely managed to stutter it out, his hesitancy to explain his thoughts holding the words back, “I thought of something we could do if you are really that against just watching TV, but—but it’s kind of lewd. It’s—It’s really lewd actually.”

You could feel your cheeks grow warm at all the things that could mean, quietly urging him to continue out of curiosity about his desire, “Yes…? What is it?”

He was quiet again before he met your eyes, replying with a faltering voice full of anxiety, “I was thinking that maybe… we could take turns touching each other, and we could—I could learn more about your body… and we could make it into a game, I guess? If you really want to, the person who finds the most sensitive spots on the other person could win. That would make it more fun, right? Would something like that interest you more than TV?”

He stared at you with pleading puppy eyes while awaiting your response, his pupils swallowing his irises that practically glowed as they peered into your soul.

Your entire face burned hot, now matching his. You were like shy kids confessing to each other, so tense and unnerved.

Speaking with an unfamiliar kind of softness in his voice, he sounded like he would explode with embarrassment if you didn’t respond well, “We don’t have to, but I just—I just really want to touch you again. Even without the ‘game’ part. I’ve missed it. A lot.”

He felt so perverted just saying it out loud.

His offer was tempting, but you didn’t know if you could trust it. Your judgment had felt so clouded recently and you’d been giving into him more under the guise of gaining enough freedom to escape, but how much would you need before you tried to leave again? The thought of escaping was crossing your mind less and less, and you were growing used to being with only Eren all the time, getting dangerously close to enjoying it.

Part of you was terrified of ever leaving, terrified of how your friends would react when they found out what you’d already let him do to you, and terrified of leaving what you’d just started becoming accustomed to—but another part of you was terrified to stay. If you did, how far would things go? How deep of a hole would you dig for yourself before it was too late to get out?

“We don’t have to!” He repeated, pulling you out of your thoughts, “I could just find something else for us to do if you don’t want to,”

“It’s okay! It’s fine, it’s fine. We can do that.” You blurted out without processing what you were saying. The last thing you wanted was to upset him, so satisfying him was the only option even if it went against your better judgment. You could deal with the guilt later, but right now you had to focus on keeping his trust. Besides, it wouldn’t hurt to give in and have a little fun with someone you’d trusted while you could, take advantage and get the experience you missed out on years before. You’d rather it be him than a stranger. That’s what you told yourself, at least.

“Really? Are you sure?” He asked again to reassure your consent while his lips shifted into a sly smile.

No. You weren’t. But you’d already made your bed, and you’d rather lie in it than rip off the sheets and start from the beginning, “Yeah. I am.”

There was a small moment of silence, the two of you staring at each other before he jumped off of the couch, swiftly making his way to the tree where Jiyuu was. He was quick to take his feathery friend to his cage, closing the door and covering it with the blanket he’d normally only use for him at night. Despite the bird's clear displeasure of being put to bed early, showcased through his sad-sounding caws as the cage was locked, he left the cover on and returned to you on the couch, towering over you with half-lidded eyes and a beet-red face.

“Uh, could you get on my lap when I sit down?” He asked timidly, placing a hand on your shoulder.

You responded by nodding and sliding to the side, allowing him to sit while he dragged you onto his lap to straddle him.

Once again, it grew quiet. You were looking at anything but each other, the awkward tension making it difficult to keep eye contact. You were both used to intimate actions, but not intimate words, so anything you thought of saying fell short before it could leave your lips.

It felt like you were fumbling teenagers again, lacking experience and not knowing where to begin—although Eren was the only one of you who had any to begin with. The most you had under your belt was some awkward and sloppy kissing between you and your short-term ex-boyfriends from high school, but he didn’t know that.

“Since this is a game… Do I get anything if I win?” You asked first, trying to break the ice and guarantee at least something good would come out of this.

You watched the cogs turn in Eren’s head for a moment before he responded, trying to figure out how to word it so that you didn’t request anything unreasonable after his answer, “I guess you can have something… Just tell me what, as long as it doesn’t have anything to do with leaving.”

It only took you a minute to decide what you wanted, the idea popping into your head rather quickly when you thought about what he would actually be willing to give, “Can I go in your room?”

He sighed hearing your response, a cross glare in his eyes while he reluctantly acceded, “Fine, but only if you A, win, and B, give me until tomorrow to clean it.”

The excitement you had grew rapidly, but just as it peaked, it dissipated when you remembered what you would have to do to get your reward, and the fact that it wasn’t guaranteed in the first place. The small smile that’d grown on your face faded once you realized it, and then the pressure ramped up once again.

“So…” He finally began, a short pause holding him while his eyes drifted down to your chest, his hands landing on your hips where he rubbed small circles into them with his thumbs, “Where should we start?”

You were both anxious, but he was the only one trying to hide it. His hands were shaking, but he tried to mask it with subtle movements down your plush thighs. He wanted to touch you. He wanted to feel all of you and run his hands over your entire body—but he wanted to make sure you wanted it too. He needed you to want it too.

“Wherever you want,” you replied, too nervous to say much else. His hands felt like fire against your cold skin, the feeling of them gliding over your body making your cheeks boil.

His fingers grazed down to your knees and back up your body, stopping just below your chest to speak quietly, “I want to touch you everywhere though.”

It was obvious what he wanted to do, but was too nervous to do it. His brows scrunched together while he stared at your chest, sunken in thought. The sight almost had you giggling from how silly he looked like that, so deeply focused on your breasts. To try and urge him forward and get past both of your anxieties, you slowly intertwined your fingers with his, leading his hands up to grope you.

His eyes flicked up to you as he made contact with your chest again, his gaze relaxing and eyes lighting up as they stared into yours. You looked so pretty in your current position, sitting on his lap with your cute thighs squished against him, your hands covering his, and your gorgeous eyes shying away from his stare.

“Can I kiss you? Please?” He asked, leaning in so close that you could feel the heat radiating off of his crimson face while he squeezed you.

Letting out a small squeak from his grip, you decided to skip the verbal reply and gently pushed your lips against his, your noses bumping awkwardly because you were hesitant to do anything that could deepen the kiss further. Despite this, Eren missed the cue and tilted his head to the side, trying desperately to interlock your lips and part yours.

His groping grew rougher as he relaxed, fingers touching your nipples through the thin shirt you wore, the fabric barely shielding how hard they were growing. Your face was burning while he felt you up, sweat beading on your forehead when something stiff pressed against your crotch.

It was so warm. Everything about him was warm. His body, his demeanor, even his smell. It was all so warm compared to the cold you always felt. Even before he took you away, it was always cold. But he was so warm.

“Eren…” you mumbled into his lips, your pulse rising and your arms falling over his shoulders.

He pulled away for a moment, face still inches away from yours, “What is it?”

“You’re warm.”

You could feel him chuckle as you said it, responding with “So are you.”

He kissed you again, this time carefully pushing his tongue between your lips in a way that was less than forceful and moving one of his hands to the back of your neck to hold you there. His touch sent tingles up your spine, your body melting into his hands. It was like your integrity burned away when he was close, and you couldn’t help but crave more.

Eren’s other palm slipped under your shirt, sliding up your stomach and squeezing your bare breast before lifting the fabric further. Your body tensed again, suddenly growing anxious at the thought of him seeing your chest nude. It’s not like he hadn’t before, but it was only now that it felt so nerve-wracking. You couldn’t pinpoint why, but now the thought made your heart race.

When he finally pulled his face away from yours, giving you time to breathe, it was only so he could pull your shirt over your head and throw it aside. Following that, his mouth was back on yours and he was reaching for your chest again—but this time, you stopped him. You took your arms off his neck to cover yourself, anxiety pulsing at the thought of him looking at you more. You didn’t feel this way the other times you’d been nude around him, so why were you so nervous now? Everything was burning all of a sudden, and it almost made you feel sick.

“Hey, is something wrong?” Eren questioned in his sweetest voice, attempting to quell your sudden fear by backing off to cup your cheek, his other hand resting on your thigh. You tried to look him in the eyes, but your stomach sank when you met them. His irises were the brightest, most intimidating green that made your heart ache, you couldn’t stand to stare.

“I’m—I’m kind of scared.” You stammered, staring down at his hand while his thumb rubbed small circles into your skin.

His brows furrowed as he overthought what you said, “Just… all of a sudden? It wasn’t like this before, why now?”

He didn’t mean to seem angry, but his expression showed the opposite. So, feeling pressured with a slight tinge of fear in your eyes, you quietly apologized and began to uncover yourself, afraid of upsetting him and causing any harm that might get you sent back downstairs. He stopped you immediately, grabbing your wrists and holding them so your arms still covered you.

“Don’t apologize… It’s fine if you don’t want to.” He reassured, reaching to grab your shirt beside him on the couch, “I don’t want to do anything if you don’t want to.”

Sadness laced his tone, his expression matching it as he pulled the garment over your head. It wasn’t because you were hesitant to go further with him, you knew that, but your heart hurt to see him making such a face. So sad, even with the tiny smile on his lips that was meant to reassure you. It was more than just wanting to stay upstairs. You wanted to make him feel happy. Even if you felt guilty about how you would do it.

“No, no, Eren…” You stopped him from pulling the shirt down, pushing it back over your chest while you wiped your watering eyes with your other arm. “It’s—It’s not that. I'm just—I’m—So nervous.”

“What are you nervous about?” He asked, trying to avoid the temptation of looking at your now bare torso while he addressed the issue at hand.

“I don’t know,” you started, mentally going through the list of things that were making you anxious to find something to say other than the truth about the shame you felt, “This is just… a lot different than the last few times you’ve seen me naked. You’re so close so you’re going to see… everything.”

“I don’t care what they look like. The only thing I care about is that it’s you.” He grabbed your hands and squeezed them, cheeks blazing red as he leaned close to you to confess, “You’re perfect to me. So perfect.”

Your heart began to swell again, this time for a different reason.

He always made you feel so wanted, even before he took you away, his words like a warm blanket around your needy heart. It almost had you crawling into his hold, with no intention of ever leaving. No one ever praised you like he did, so maybe that’s why it had such a large effect on you. You were so susceptible to it that it was dangerous to your escape, constantly tiptoeing the line between enjoying the praise and falling face-first into Stockholm syndrome. It was a dangerous game you were playing, and without even realizing, you were losing.

“Can… you touch me again?” You asked quietly after letting his praise marinate in your head for a minute, prying your hands out of his to pull your shirt over your breasts again.

Shocked by your sudden switch-up, his eyes widened for a moment before he awkwardly nodded while placing his hands on your waist, finally letting his eyes trail down to your breasts.

Seeing them so close sent blood rushing not only to his face, but also down under, his already semi-hard on pushing uncomfortably against his pants. He wanted to brand them with his bites and kisses, cover them in his spit, and bruise them with hickeys to claim them as his. He was opposed to rushing you though, so all he could do was drag his hands up your torso until they finally cupped around your soft flesh, squeezing lightly just to confirm that he was really touching you and that it wasn’t just another wet dream.

You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to repeat his reassurances in your head while he fondled you. His normally cold hands were warm against your skin, squishing and playing with your chest and making your already hot body feel like it was burning.

He was pushing them together, bouncing them, and holding them in his palms. It was so embarrassing, but you were trying desperately to keep it together. When you finally brewed up enough confidence to pry your eyes open, you saw how happy he looked, as silly as it was, and it took everything inside of you not to let out a giggle that could’ve embarrassed him. You wanted him to keep enjoying himself, even if your face burned from the awkwardness of it.

But just as you were growing used his hands on you, he threw a question at you that hit like a brick to the face, draining every ounce of courage out of you in a split second, “Can I… suck on them?”

He was leaning towards your chest as he spoke, looking up at you with anticipating eyes that made another wave of intense heat flare through your face. You were barely getting used to his fondling, but to suck on them? You might faint. With no experience except your own fingers and numerous toys, you didn’t even know how sensitive your nipples could be. The thought of squirming around in his lap while he lapped so leisurely on your tits made you shiver. But at the same time, it also piqued your curiosity and made the warmth between your thighs grow. You couldn’t help but wonder what it would feel like.

“Yeah. Sure. That’s—That’s fine. Just—be gentle, ok? No one’s ever done that to me before…” You replied with a shaking voice, brows pushed together with worry while you avoided eye contact.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” He asked rhetorically, hungry eyes still gazing up at you as he leaned towards your chest. He broke his stare to pull your shirt up and off again, cupping your breasts and latching onto one of your nipples like it was all he was born to do.

You winced in response, anxious to experience the feeling for the first time. Just having your sensitive bud in his mouth felt so different, so warm and wet—so when he took a long, slow lick, you couldn’t stop the whimper that left your throat.

He almost lost his composure right then when he heard that noise. It was amazing, like a slice of a heavenly melody he wanted to keep locked in his brain forever. He wanted more of those sounds. He needed more of them.

With your other breast cupped in his palm, he started to pinch and nudge the bud while he sucked softly on the one in his mouth. You were already letting out more quiet whines, holding the back of his head while your fingers tangled in his hair. You couldn’t even begin to explain the burning pleasure that rippled from your chest to your core or the throbbing ache that proliferated between your thighs. It felt so much better than you imagined, and as much as you didn’t want to admit it, Eren being the one to do it made your heart race.

Desperate to pry more sounds from you, his intensity rose by the minute, lips tugging on your nipple and fingers pinching the other. As more soft whines and moans spilled from your mouth, your spine arching to push your chest further into his face, he could feel the stiffness in his pants painfully begging to be freed. You sounded beautiful, he just wanted to throw you onto the couch and fuck you senseless while you cried out. Holding back from that was so hard, especially with all the cute noises you were making. He wanted to take you right here, but he knew he’d have to be patient if he didn’t want you to feel rushed or forced. He needed to be like a wolf stalking its deer. Slow, calculated, determined.

Pulling away from your mound, he looked at your swollen, spit-covered bud, smiling to himself with newfound confidence while moving to your other one. His possessive feelings were growing with each mark he left on you, every new blemish claiming another piece of your body for himself. Once he had all of you, god knows how he’d act.

He had one arm around you, pushing you closer to him to make it easier for him to swallow your chest while his hands groped your ass and felt up the wet spot between your legs, just barely tugging at the hem of your shorts when the opportunity arose. He was sucking hard, running his tongue diligently over the nipple and flicking it repeatedly to steal more moans from you. Every noise, every whimper, and every whine was just more motivation to him, fueling his excitement to keep touching you and eventually have you touch him. He almost couldn’t take it anymore, the bulge in his pants becoming increasingly painful the longer this went on.

It seemed he finally snapped after a few more minutes of vigorous sucking and quiet whimpers, grabbing your arms and forcing his face away from your chest after he heard you whisper out his name. As much as he wanted to continue the petting, he needed to have you now or he might just burst.

“Fuck whatever stupid idea I had for a game, I need you to touch me. I need you to touch me now, please.” Eren begged, sounding more desperate than you’d ever heard him before, almost growing teary-eyed at how pent-up he was becoming. His hips were roughly grinding into yours, praying for anything to rub against or release his tension. He was so frantic that you thought he might get on his knees and beg if you said no.

If you were being honest with yourself, you were curious. You wanted to know what he felt like and how he would react. You wanted to revel in the feeling of being desired so badly.

“You want me to touch you… that bad?” You asked, your voice quivering from the intense feeling rumbling through your body that you could only describe as heavy. Without Eren’s support, you would probably collapse into a hot mess on the couch.

Eren’s eyes grew wide as if you were spouting nonsense in a language he didn’t understand, “Of course I do! Why the hell do you think we’re here in the first place? I’ve never wanted anything so badly!”

His hands were shaking out of frustration, his grip strong enough to leave marks. Though, when the fear gleamed in your eyes and your muscles tensed up, he was quick to calm, loosening his hold and sliding his hands down to hold yours instead.

“I’m… I’m sorry, I’m just… so, so desperate. I want you so badly,” He apologized, looking down to avoid shameful eye contact with you, “I need you. Badly.”

You stared at him quietly for a moment, playing around with the ideas in your head before deciding through your lust-clouded judgment that you wanted him too. In the moment, you didn’t care if you would regret it later. You just wanted to touch him. You wanted to have control over him, if only for a little while.

For once, you were the one to make the first move, leaning forward and placing a soft kiss on his forehead while you reached your hand to his groin. His entire body stiffened as you put your hand on the tent in his pants, his cheeks flushing when he peeked up at you with that desperate look in his eyes.

“Please—Please be gentle. Don’t squeeze it too much, I don’t—know how much I can take…” He stuttered out as if the fabric holding his cock back hurt any less than you squeezing him too tightly would.

Nodding, you caressed him again, watching carefully as his eyes squeezed shut and he leaned back, uttering a soft moan from your hand on the underside of his cock. He was still tense, but you could see that he was enjoying your touch, so you carried on. Beginning gently, you cupped him through the thin fabric of his pajama pants and massaged your hand up and down his pulsing shaft, eventually moving to tug at the band around his waist to silently ask permission to free him from his confines.

Although you wanted to take it slow, you were also desperate to see and touch him without the barrier separating you; and it seemed like he was too. That much was evident when he didn’t bother to let you pull his pants or boxers down, ripping them off himself and leading your hand back to his freed shaft by your wrist.

Catching on quickly, you tightened your hand around him and eyed up his length, examining it while he went back to gasping at every little movement you made. He was a lot bigger than you expected him to be up close, not to mention how heavy he felt in your palm. Seeing all of the little things you hadn’t noticed previously, it looked so different too.

Veins crawled up from the bottom of his girth, stopping a few inches before reaching his head, and he was swollen and red at the tip, already leaking precum. His bush was well-trimmed, a tiny freckle at the base of it, and it curved upwards while it twitched in your hand. You never thought you’d see a dick that looked so… perfect. Just holding his weight in your hands had you clenching around nothing, the thought of it filling you up passing through your mind more than once.

You slowly moved your hand up, stopping with your thumb on the underside of where his head and shaft met. You’d read online about men being sensitive in that spot, and it appeared to be true by the way his breath hitched when you ghosted your digit over it. Curious, you pressed lightly and caressed the spot up and down, causing his hips to jolt unexpectedly while a louder gasp left his throat.

“Ohh my god. Oh my god.” He breathed out, pushing his elbows into the cushions behind him to grip the couch beneath his thighs more efficiently. He’d never felt this good, even with his other, more experienced flings in the past. Even with less skill and precision, you were just so much better.

You were you. His dream. Everything he’d ever wanted in life. That’s what you were. His most prized possession, his most important person. That alone made everything feel superior. Because it was you doing it.

Enjoying the erotic look on his face, you kept up your motions and continued to stroke the spot below his head, sending him into a frenzy of squirms and whimpers as he grew overstimulated just by the pad of your thumb. His hips bucked up, desperate to get more friction to tip him over the edge of his already approaching orgasm.

“Fuck—Fuck, you have no idea how good this feels.” He uttered under his breath, voice shaking as you rubbed even faster. His whimpers were high-pitched, turning into something more akin to whines as he neared the end; but just as he was reaching the hilt of his pleasure, you pulled your hand away, leaving him to cry and plead for your touch again.

Seeing him so desperate for it was such a change from his usual self. It was like the roles swapped, and now you were the one that had him wrapped around your finger. You never wanted it to end. You longed to keep what little control over him you had for as long as you could. Plus, he looked cute when he was the one tomato-faced and begging.

Leaning close, you kissed his jaw while he audibly sniffled, reaching up to put your hand behind his head and push it forward to kiss his forming tears away. He whimpered again, one hand clawing the couch while the other flew to your hip. You pecked his face, slowly trailing to his lips so you could kiss, fully entrapping him in the scheme forming in your head.

Your fingers wrapped around his shaft for a second time, shocking him into pulling away before you pushed your lips against his again, assertive about keeping his mouth against yours. He was already moaning into you, grip growing tight as you began moving your hand up and down his length.

He was practically melting underneath you, arms trembling as your hand worked his hardness, pumping it rapidly. His cries for you were only growing louder, turning into muffled chants about how close he was to finishing. You loved to hear it, but you knew you didn’t want it to end so soon.

Once again, you let go of him, moving off of his lap and taking a seat next to him on your knees while he whined about your second absence. However, his complaints ceased when he realized what you were doing, your head already moving closer to his length and your hand taking its place at the base of it.

“Wait, wait,” He panicked, trying to stop you, reaching forward to grab some of your hair and pull your head away, “Are—Are you sure you want to do that? It doesn’t taste as good as you might think.”

Your mouth changed from its open “O” into a pout, a frown taking over your features as he stopped you from finishing him off, “I know what I want, Eren. Please let me.”

With your familiar longing gaze piercing his, he was quick to give in and remove his hand from your head, thanking the lord that he held the motivation to wash himself regularly and make sure he was clean every time he interacted with you. Right now you wanted him almost as much as he wanted you, and if you were so certain about it then he wasn’t about to stop that. He needed to take his chance to savor it because god knows how long he’d wanted this and when he'd get another chance. You finally wanted him too, so it would be foolish to stop now.

“Just… don’t push yourself.” He muttered, running his hand down your back while you resumed what you were doing before.

You nodded with a quiet hum, placing a gentle kiss on the head and taking an experimental lick just below. Tracing the pad of your finger up and down his veins, you took in all of the little shudders you managed to coax out of him and began a trail of kisses down the underside of his length. The way he was almost pouting with embarrassment while his cheeks were such a deep shade of red was adorable, it just made you want more. You wondered if this was how he felt about you most of the time, so enamored that he couldn't think about anything other than your face.

Reaching the base with your pecks, his cock twitching every time you made contact, you stuck out your tongue and pressed it against him. Slowly and tediously, you dragged it back up to the top, leaving a trail of saliva in your wake while Eren bit back a whine. A few more frivolous kisses to the tip and you finally took him into your mouth, pushing your tongue against him while you lowered your head as much as you could without gagging.

Lifting your head, you peered up at him, studying his face while you tried to force more into your mouth, unable to fit more than a few inches before tears emerged in the corners of your eyes. He was so big, you could barely get anything in, but that didn’t seem to affect the amount of pleasure it gave him when you finally began bobbing your head. Eren was already turning into a mess again, but the second you started moving the hand on his shaft in rhythm with your mouth, he nearly broke down crying from the feeling.

Tracing shaky hearts on your back, he stared down at you, trying to burn the image he saw into his memory and lock it away for safekeeping. It was exhilarating to see you like this, so much so that he had to cover his mouth to prevent the moans that slipped out from growing too loud. He couldn’t handle it, especially after being edged twice, he was going to go crazy if you didn’t let him finish this time.

Holding himself still was the most difficult thing, especially when all he wanted to do was hammer into your throat like there was no tomorrow—but he didn’t want to make you choke on him. Not yet, at least. It felt too early to be that rough with you.

Being built up and denied satisfaction the last two times meant it wasn't long before the band was stretched again, dangerously close to breaking. The way your tongue pressed against the sensitive spot below his head, the way your fingers curled around him and stroked everything that didn’t fit in your mouth had him gasping for air. It was driving him up the wall, pushing him so close that he could feel himself at the very edge, nearly tumbling over it even if you weren’t the best at what you were doing.

When your eyes flicked up to meet his, watching his ruby-red and sweat-slicked face twisted with pleasure, he finally snapped. You watched his eyes squeeze shut as he threw his head back, crying out in whimpers as he lost control of his hips through his orgasm, repeatedly chanting “I love you” between swears.

You couldn’t help but gag as more than you could handle was shoved down your throat, eyes going wide as your mouth was coated with a bitter taste that made you wince. You had to pull away while he was still coming, coughing and gagging more at the feeling of his release in your throat while the rest spilled over your hand.

Eren was apologizing under his breath, still struggling through the pleasure of his climax—but you decided to push him the slightest bit further as revenge for making you choke, massaging your finger over the same spot you had earlier and sending a shock through his entire body again. You continued to touch him as you sat up, leaning into him with your head on his shoulder so you could feel the way he shook from the overstimulation.

“Please—Please, oh my god I can’t take it.” He cried, tears bordering his eyes as you teased him. Seeing that you didn’t want to go too overboard, you decided to give him mercy and let go, watching him go limp as his body finally relaxed. He was panting, covered in sweat like he’d just finished one of the intense basketball scrimmages you used to watch him do, even though he’d only gotten sucked off and pleasured. It was almost cute to you, mostly because it made it much more obvious how much of a hold you had on him, and you enjoyed it. You enjoyed being desired.

Following a few minutes of quiet, filled only with sounds of his panting and shuffling of you snuggling against his arm, he spoke up again through pants, slowly coming back into his normal headspace that was dedicated to caring for you, “Was… Was that okay? Are you doing okay?”

Your eyes half-lidded while you stared at him from his shoulder, you nodded with a smile spreading across your lips. The bliss of everything was still holding onto you, the giddy feeling that bubbled in your chest stemming from the moments prior. You just wanted to stay like this, cuddled up against him while you relaxed together in sweet silence, only broken occasionally by your back-and-forth comments about aftercare and gentle kisses to his collarbone.

When Eren finally decided to get up, still so delirious from the pleasure that he hadn’t even thought about how you were out of sight, it was only to grab a rag and some water from the kitchen. Then was back on the couch as quickly as he’d left, tidying you up and pulling you into his lap to cradle you. While you clung to him, burying your face into his neck, he leaned forward to grab your shirt from the floor, quickly pulling it over your head so you could get back to cuddling.

You were feeling oddly clingy, more so than before. You just wanted to stay in his arms, snuggled up to his warm body. It was the most at peace you’d felt since you’d been taken. It felt nice.

Suddenly pulling you out from your comfort, Eren pushed your face away from his neck, eliciting a whine from you as he grabbed the glass of ice water and brought it up to your lips, “Come on, you should drink. I know that I probably didn’t taste very good…”

Pouty about being pulled away, you snapped back playfully with a raised brow while pushing the glass away, “How would you know what you taste like?”

His face twisted in embarrassment, his brows furrowing as he stammered trying to explain himself, “Well, I don’t, but I’ve just—I’ve been told it doesn’t taste very good.”

You giggled at his response, “That doesn’t mean you don’t taste good to me,” even though it was true that he tasted rather foul.

Slightly flustered, Eren quickly tried to regain control of the conversation, feigning confidence while placing his hand on your nape to push your face close to his, “Well why don’t you let me have a taste for myself so I can see?”

“Mm, how am I supposed to do that?” You asked.

“Like this.” He replied, pushing his lips against yours and dipping his tongue into your mouth before pulling away just as quickly, leaving you stunned at his sudden shamelessness.

While you were still staring at him with your mouth slightly agape, he pushed the glass cup into your hands, forcing you to hold it as he guided it up to your mouth. Finally pulled out of your trance, you let out a small sigh and took a sip, the cool water finally washing away the bitter taste his release had left in your mouth.

“I guess I don’t taste that bad,” He started, which on its own almost caused you to spit out the water, only to be shocked again when he continued the statement, “Or maybe I was just tasting you.”

You nearly choked while trying to swallow, yelling out afterward and slapping his shoulder, “Eren!”

“Shh, shh, just come here so I can hold you again.” He cooed, taking the glass from you and pulling you against him, “My angel.”

Pressing kisses to your head, he smiled as you snuggled into him, nuzzling your nose into the crook of his neck while he pet your hair. With both of you relaxed, it was quiet once more, the two of you cuddled into each other as the silence surrounded you, leaving you both to your thoughts.

Eren was thinking about what you’d said, about what you wanted if you won his “game.” Even if you didn’t remember it in the moment, he would feel bad if he didn’t give it to you eventually. Not to mention, you were smart. You’d end up asking about it again at some point. He knew you would, and the thought of it made him anxious.

It’s not that he didn’t want you to go into his room, it was just that the things he had out would be deathly embarrassing for you to see. Once he got the chance to clean everything up, it would be fine for you to come in. If anything, he wanted you to stay in his room. He wanted to be able to trust you enough to sleep in his bed with him, to experience that kind of deep intimacy with you; but with everything you’d done recently, he still wasn’t sure about it. However, he did have a somewhat peculiar idea about what you could do to gain his trust—one that would get the authorities off of his back too if he played the cards right. Your reaction to the idea would tell him all he needed to know about how much he could trust you too. It was brilliant—at least to him, it was.

As if your minds were parallel to one another, you decided to speak up and ask about what’d been promised to you, “Hey… am I still gonna get my reward since I technically won that game you mentioned?”

“Funny you say that actually, I was just thinking about it,” he began his reply, tightening his arms around you so that you would be as flush against him, no space separating you, “And I thought about something else we could do that you might like a little more.”

Jumping to the conclusion that he was trying to back out of his past agreement, a frown formed on your face and you opened your mouth to scold him, only to be stopped with a finger pushed to your lips followed by his loud shushing.

“Shh! Just let me finish before you chew me out!” He hushed you, pressing kisses between your wrinkled brows until they relaxed, then continuing, “My idea wasn’t that different from yours. It’s pretty much the same. I’ll let you come into my room tomorrow, except I’ll also let you stay the night with me there.”

Again not allowing him to finish, you interrupted excitedly with a smile already taking over your face, “Really? In your bed? With you?”

Eren already spent many of his nights downstairs with you, but that wasn’t the same as sleeping with him in his bed. Sleeping in his room not only meant you were free from the unfriendly aura of the basement, but that you would have light when you woke up. You could wake up to the warm morning sun for the first time in a month. You’d missed it so much.

“Yes. With me.” He began again, clearing his throat and frowning at your repetitive habit of interrupting him, “But only under one condition.”

Taking note of his annoyance, you stayed quiet this time, eyeing him as a way of silently asking him to continue.

“You need to call the police department tomorrow morning and tell them you don't want to go home.”

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chatterbox-73 · 4 months ago

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Simptember 2024.

Day 9 - A live performance.

Eren Jaeger x fem!Reader

This story is a smut story for simptember, I’ll be writing more characters x reader one shots for simptember and if you want to see a character please let me know...

You must be 18 years or older to read this...

🔞⚠️NO MINORS ALLOWED⚠️🔞

Summary: you and eren are hired for a very special job for an art exhibition.

Word count: 1.3k

CW: NSFW and adult content, oral (f&m!receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, exhibitionist, riding, mention of BDST,

The room was quiet as you applied lipstick to your lips, you usually did your own makeup while you waited for the hairstylist to do your hair, however currently she was busy with your costar. The woman finished powdering his cheeks before he was pulled away by a stylist, this gave the woman a chance to start working on your hair.

You were an actress… well kind of… you filmed in adult movies and videos, you also did live demonstrates for certain clubs and people, such as today… today you’d be doing a live demonstration with your co-star for a small group that was paid of some body art exhibition, though usually these demonstrations weren’t really demonstrations they’re more of a way for creepy rich guys to watch close up as woman get railed without it being ‘weird’.

Today though you’d have to make passionate ‘love’ with your co-star, your script gave you a lot of creative freedom but there was a need for intimacy, for closeness, it was strange and you wondered what purpose this would serve the art exhibition to have a couple ‘making love’, but you tried not to think about it too much.

You stood at the door leading into the small platform that stood above a foot off the ground and had a bed on it with some room around the bed to stand, beside you was your co-worker, “I’m Eren Yeager, it’s probably best I introduce myself” the man reached out a hand that you took with a smile and introduced yourself, “it’s nice to meet you… Is this your first time doing a public performance?” You asked and the man shook his head, “I’ve been really into the BDSM scene when I was young and started doing demonstrations back then” he explained and you nodded, now that you think about you’d seen him before as a rather kinky club, were you did a deep-throating and an impact demonstration with a blonde man, who just so happened to share the same last name as your scene partner, “oh yeah, I think I saw you around, you had shorter hair and a rounder face with no facial hair” you chuckled and he nodded, “yeah, I’m pretty sure you did a few demonstrations with my elder brother… though you went by vixen back then, right?” he explained and you nodded, “so Zeke is your brother? You don’t look anything alike” you smiled and he hummed tugging at the string of his robe, “yeah, different mums… but when he doesn’t have his beard we look a lot more alike” he chuckled and before you could continue on with your conversation and artist of this exhibition walked up to the both of you, “hi, I want to thank you both again for this… I’m excited to see the raw passion your bring, now if you could follow me please” the woman smiled brightly, you kind of found her quite endearing and and charming, you suddenly felt anxious about not doing well enough. You and Eren followed the woman out towards the small platform and she signalled for the both of you to walk over to the bed and to start, you grabbed Eren’s hand and pulled him over to the platform, the man stepped up onto it and then proceeded to lean down to help you up.

Now face to face you looked up at Eren and ran a hand over his chest, he grabbed the tie holding your robe closed and pulled it, the warm fabric covering you fell away, leaving you exposed before everyone, one of Eren’s hands tangled into your hair while his other wrapped around your back and pulled you in close, his lips moving deep and rough over yours. You had originally planned to try and focus on what the woman was saying as you both completed your task, however Eren had made that task impossible now, the way his body moulded against yours and his lips blocked your senses… and of course, the monstrance beast he has pressing against your stomach, Eren pulls back from your lips and moves down your neck, before moving more and more down until he is kneeling before you, he lifts one of your legs over his shoulder and without hesitation and thought he’s face is buried in the cunt, you whined out loudly as his mouth worked on you, your hands grabbed his hair and your head rolled back, as you released another airy moan, quicker and quicker he was getting you to a release, Eren groaned and your cunt squeezed around nothing, your legs buckled and just as your were about to fall, he caught you and lifted you up carrying you to the bed.

Eren placed you down on the bed and removed his robe, before climbing on the bed and setting between your open legs, he slowly pumped himself before pressing his hefty length into you. You cried out loudly, that only seemed louder as your voice echoed through the room, “fuck… you’re so warm, it’s like I’m a perfect fit…” he groaned and held himself above you, “though I’ll have to warm you up some more so you can take it all without pain” Eren hummed and began thrusting at a steady pace, with each roll of his hip you could have sworn you saw heaven it self, your arms wrapped around the back of the man and your nails dug into his back, angry red lines began to form down his back, “oh shit… Eren please… I’m so close” you cried as you bucked your hips to meet his thrusts.

Honestly you were surprised by how quickly Eren was getting you off, between his groaning in your ear and his chiseled body you weren’t totally shocked, he was hot and good a fucking, and worst of all he knew it.

“Yes yes yes… oh fuck yes” you whined coming undone completely, your hips bucked harder and your legs raised up and shook, while your toes curled, “your face is so cute when you’re cumming…” Eren chuckled and grabbed your face before leaning in “show me again” he smiled, however before he could continue were he left off you managed to push him onto his back before climbing atop him.

You pushed Eren down onto the bed and lifting yourself up onto his tip before slowly lowering yourself down, moaning loudly you dug your hands into your hair and began grinding on him, “fuck baby… oh yes” Eren moaned as his cock twitched in you and your cunt fluttered, you bounced ever so slightly every so often, you had found the perfect rhythm and set it into motion, as you did Eren began to grab your breast squeezing them while he wondered closer to his release, “oh please… please finish in me” you cried so loudly not a single person in the room that couldn’t hear you, groaning Eren’s hips began to buck up into you.

You sobbed as your body shifted up with each thrust of Eren’s hips into you, your nails dug long lines into his chest as he began to finish himself off into you, by reaching a hand down and gently fondling his sack, he groaned and watched your breasts bounce intensely. Eren’s hips faulted and you felt his thick ropes of cum fill you, squeeze your cunt as you pulled off him and moved down the bed, you leant down and wrapped your lips around his cock sucking and licking it clean of the mess you made.

You and Eren spent the rest of the art exhibition repeating his cycle, by the end of the end, the artist could not stop praising the both of you and thanking you for making her show a great success.

Simptember Masterlist

Day 8 - Shota Aizawa: In service

Day 10 - Hatsuharu Sohma: Closest distance

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tacitoru · 1 year ago

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"caution! this could get ugly" - eren yeager

Pairing: eren x reader

Summary: It's hard to get into the Christmas spirit when you work through winter break. But when you attend your coworker's annual ugly sweater party in an attempt to get into the holiday spirit, a certain green-eyed line cook is determined to make that a challenge.

Or;

The Chili's!AU Christmas party one-shot no one asked for

wc: 6.6k

Tags: enemies to lovers, coworkers!au

Content warnings: smut, oral ( f receiving), spit play, drug references, eren has big ass hands, minors dni

my first fic in an anime fandom, pls be gentle! you can't tell me eren doesn't give off headass-but-secretly-softie line cook vibes... you can't tell me he doesn't look like that one guy you wanted to smash that one time at work!

um...happy holidays, y'all!

read on ao3 | masterlist | twt

The lady at table six doesn’t deserve about half of the attitude that she’s getting from you tonight. Besides, it’s not her fault all of the sides to each meal she ordered were wrong. It’s not her fault her appetizer had to be recalled two times because there were onions in the guacamole on both instances when her chips and dip platter arrived at the table. She’s not the one who cooked her husband’s steak well-done instead of medium-rare. Of course not, because as she oh-so considerably informs you over the distressed screams of her high-chair-bound toddler, she would never cook a New York strip steak like that.

But between the chaos of the dinner rush and the mishaps of a particular line cook who seems hell-bent on making your night as difficult as possible, table six and her husband are lucky that you are even able to flash them a drawn smile before stalking off.

The double doors to the kitchen – so lovingly called the heart of the house - are a thin veil between utter mayhem and the generally calm atmosphere of the dining area, never staying for longer than a second as waiters rush to tend to their tables. Stepping into the chaos, several obstacles stand between you and the culprit of your terrible night. Fellow employees swarm the narrow walking space, and you slip by with practiced ease and the occasional apology. You’re almost a little envious as you take note of them – no one else looks as half as pressed as you do tonight. As they should be, it’s only a Tuesday night. Not even the weekend yet. And yet, as you shimmy your way through the back of the house, you can’t help but feel a similar fatigue and exasperation that typically follows a Friday night shift. This only serves to further solidify your resolve as you duck past a team of waiters off to serve a business party. A long, stainless-steel counter runs the length of the kitchen space, with shelves that reach the ceiling, effectively separating the servers from the cooking staff. Waiters and line cooks take turns sliding completed and returned orders beneath the shelving, and heat lamps attached to the bottom of the last shelf to preserve the food. It is within this space that you all but shove your head beneath the heat lamps to give Eren Jaeger a piece of your mind.

“Do you have a problem?”

“Yeah, actually.” Eren, standing idly over the stove top adjacent to you whips around at the sound of your voice. He makes a wry face at the sight of you, hunched over the countertop and under the warm hutch, forced to cram your neck in a certain direction to give Eren the full force of your scowl. For all his nonchalance, there’s a glint in his eyes. “You haven’t come to talk to me since you started your shift.”

You blink once, twice, before all but slamming your head into the shelf above you in an attempt to swipe at Eren across the counter. “Are you – are you fucking joking right now? Are you actually fucking messing with my table’s orders because I didn’t say ‘hi’ when I walked in?” Eren sucks his teeth, pretending to rearrange some condiments in front of him. “You’ve been here for two hours already. It’s polite to greet your seniors. Seems you’ve lost all your manners while you were away at college.”

Right eye twitching at the condescending note in his tone, you rear back, ready to straight up drag him into the walk-in and show him just how polite your fists could be. That thought is quickly sidetracked as a broom handle to the back of the knees sends you stumbling back from the countertop. Your manager stands behind you, arms akimbo, broom in one hand. He pointedly offers you a serving tray.

“Your steak is getting cold.” Stern, curt, and orderly, your night manager is infamous for running a tight ship. But even he, for all his methodology and patience, gets run ragged by the customer service industry. If you thought you were over tonight, Levi looks just about ready to turn in his two weeks.

“What about-,”

“I’ll handle him. Now get back to your other tables before I make you clean the bathrooms.” The night shift manager threatens to strike you with the broom handle again before passing off the tray and pushing you in the right direction.

You spare an accusatory glare at Eren, who watches on in bemusement. Rude bitch, he mouths, wiggling his fingers in a girlish wave.

The rest of the night goes on fairly smoothly. The dinner rush subsides just as quickly as it came. No one asks you to sing the Happy Birthday song. The incident at table six lands you a meager tip, but you grin and bear it. Better than nothing at all. Or worse, change. This seems to be the case for Sasha, a regular dinner shift waitress. She marches through the double doors with a fist full of nickels and dimes courteous of her last table of the night – a group of college students. Cursing under her breath, it’s obvious your coworker is ready to call it a night hide in the back with a basket of rolls until close.

There’s an obvious shift in mood as your team transitions to its closing routine. As Levi thanks the last customers for the night and locks the door behind them, the tension from the day seems to almost melt away instantaneously. Connie, a back-of-the-house member who ends up stuck by the dishwasher most nights, takes the opportunity to hijack the restaurant’s stereo system to blast trap music you only know the chorus to.

Closing, believe it or not, is your favorite part of the job. You take pride in how dutifully you restock, fold cutlery, wipe tables, and somehow always manage to avoid being assigned the task of sweeping the dining areas. You’d rather be caught dead before you struggle with that insolent, brittle plastic broom against an entire night’s worth of grime and dropped food. Instead, when Levi wordlessly hands it off to you this time, you make your way to the back of the house, prepared to bestow this lovely gift to the main antagonist of your shift.

You discover Eren lounging outside the storage shed behind the restaurant, the tell-tale sign of the flicker of a lighter giving him away. And the smell. The heady burn of a Backwood climbs its way up your nostrils as you approach him, languidly smoking half a blunt on the clock.

“Y’know the longer you sit out here, the longer it’s gonna take for us to get the fuck out, right?” Eren greets your matter-of-fact tone with a cloud of smoke, thick and distinct in the crisp winter night air. You shoot Eren a disapproving look as you approach plastic broom in hand, fully prepared to guilt trip your coworker into taking on your least favorite closing duty. “You’re really pushing your luck tonight, aren’t you? You’re so lucky it’s too cold for Levi to come out here and bust your ass himself.”

This isn’t the first time the heart-of-the-house worker had snuck off to light up before joining the clean-up routine. Connie and Eren regularly covered for each other’s smoke breaks, so often that even Levi began to turn a blind eye as long as everyone clocked out on time. The line cooks' routine typically didn’t affect much on your end unless it was a night like this – a night when everyone had plans afterward.

Tonight, there was a holiday party at stake.

“Levi’s got a soft spot for me, you know,” Eren scoffs, taking another drag from the half-smoked blunt. He still has yet to fully face you, perched on a stack of discarded crates and angled away from the kitchen’s back entrance. Tucked away in the shadow of the storage shed, Eren ashes off the corner of the small building. “Besides, even he can’t resist my charm.”

Rolling your eyes, you wave the plastic broom in front of him, threatening to poke him in the ribs when he begins to protest. “Charm won’t save you from sweeping duty tonight. After what your petty ass put me through tonight – here, take it.”

Eren raises an eyebrow, throwing his hands up in protest when you move to toss the broom handle at him carelessly. He gripes, “I’ve got better things to do than clean up after you.” The blunt in his hand smolders near his fingertips. You pluck it from his hands with little resistance and take a hit, brow crinkling at the taste. Your lungs ache and warm at the sensation.

“Yeah? Yeah, like this?” You wheeze and hope he attributes the water gathering at the corners of your eyes to the cold. “Just get it done, and let’s finish this so we can all get to the party on time.” Eren watches in dismay as you stomp out the remains of his roach.

“Someone’s in a hurry…A Grinch like you, it can’t possibly be the Christmas spirit?” Eren narrowly avoids being jabbed in the ribs again, jumping from his hiding spot when you lunge. He eyes your tense shoulders, nearly hiked up to your ears, and the impatience in your stance. In the years you’ve worked together, your general disdainful demeanor towards him is nothing new, but there’s something else. Something else that leads Eren to believe that the dark flush of your cheeks has little to do with the winter air. He swipes the broom from your grasp, approaching you with a wolfish grin. You instinctively take a step back, a little less confident now with the broom no longer as your barrier. Confronting Eren over kitchen counters, between restaurant booths, and across busy back-of-the-house spaces in the presence of your other coworkers was one thing. But as the young man towers over you, gaze shadowed in the dim glow of the moon and the weak holiday lights haphazardly strewn about the awning around the restaurant, you can’t help but shrink a little under his direct attention.

After a tense moment of silence, Eren relents. “Alright, alright. I’ll get it done. But you owe me a dance later at the party.”

Your stupor was broken, you sputter and gawk up at him, at his audacity. “I- Me? Dance for you? Dream on, slacker. Now, move it. I’ve got tables to wipe down, and I’m not waiting for you to finish sweeping.”

Working at Pepper’s had only meant to be a summertime gig, at first. Looking for a quick way to make some cash before the start of your first year in college, the local Tex-Mex chain restaurant was your least enthusiastic option. A popular location in your small town, it was one of a few dining options that didn’t require you to drive out into the city to enjoy. The idea of running into one of your former high school classmates while donning the company apron and signature red visor, toting a serving tray - or worse, working with one of them - mortified you. But chain restaurants were always hiring, and you needed money fast. Eventually, working the evening shift as a waitress during breaks from school became the norm - until now. Now, as the start of the final spring semester of your undergraduate program approaches, you're left to consider what the next summer will really look like for you once you graduate. Besides, it wasn’t like this was going to be your career, right?

Right?

In your years on staff, Sasha’s ugly sweater party had become an unofficial team bonding event of sorts. No matter how new someone was to the staff or how frequently they were on shift, everyone came to Sasha’s. And everyone came dressed accordingly, or you were turned away at the door. A night of ugly sweaters, spiked eggnog, and best of all, Secret Santa. Since your freshman year of college, Sasha’s holiday party was always something you could look forward to.

You anxiously eye a little red gift bag from across your coworker’s living room, trying to hide your grimace behind your second glass of wine.

“You look like you’re waiting for a bomb to go off.” The hostess of the night is pretty quick to clock your demeanor. Sasha slides onto the couch next to you, her sweater an egregious display of flashing multicolored lights, silver tinsel, and a giant patch of Rudolph the red nose reindeer sledding down a mountain in sunglasses stitched to her chest.

You force a smile, attempting to play off your nerves. “No bomb, just…Secret Santa jitters, you know?”

“Ah, the classic Secret Santa anxiety.” Your companion watches as your nervous gaze flickers from the gift table to a certain couple in matching argyle sweaters with tiny Christmas trees sewn in between the jacquard diamonds, huddled in the doorway into the kitchen. Sasha’s eyes widen in understanding. “Can I take a wild guess at who you got?”

You realize you’re not-so-subtly glaring at Jean, who’s laughing with his uninvited guest across the room. Jean, your coworker, and former daytime shift waiter. Jean, your friend whom you’ve admired from afar for his kindness and tenacity. Jean, who got promoted to manager at some point while you were away finishing your last fall semester at college and didn’t tell you. Jean, whom you have the worst, most horrendous crush on. You take another sip from your drink to avoid the pitiful look you know is on Sasha’s face. “I just hope he likes what I got him. I mean, we’re not exactly best buddies or anything...”

If Sasha catches the sour note in your voice, she says nothing to acknowledge it. “I’m sure you know him better than you think.”

You can’t help but huff in exasperation. “That’s the problem though, isn’t it? Ever since I switched from dayshift in the fall, ever since I went back to campus, he’s been so distant. I could’ve sworn we were getting somewhere over the summer, but now…” You tip your glass listlessly in the direction of the object of your ire, whose arm is wrapped around none other than Mikasa, a waitress who quit last year but still hangs around some of your coworkers. Apparently.

Everyone comes to Sasha’s Christmas party.

It goes without saying that Jean is with Mikasa now, but your eyes can’t help but linger in his direction anyway. After all, the last time you saw him…

The pool party. That pool house. The surprise that colored his eyes and flushed his cheeks when you kissed him.

You shake off the memory, scowl deepening. The hostess herself leans in, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “Come on, spill. What’d you get him?”

You glance around for any eavesdroppers before revealing, “A leather-bound journal. He’s always jotting things down, and I thought it might come in handy.”

Sasha squeezes the hand on your lap not balancing a drink and offers you an encouraging smile. “Not bad! Thoughtful and practical. I’m sure he’ll love it.”

You nod, a bit more reassured. “I hope so. It’s just…I really wanted to get him something he’d like, you know?” You watch as Jean presses a doting kiss to Mikasa’s forehead, smiling into her hairline. He has yet to look your way once, except for at your arrival.

Sasha pats your shoulder. “Don’t worry too much. It’s the thought that counts.”

The thought. You scoff. You think you might need a third glass of wine.

As Sasha wanders off to mingle with the other guests, a mix of cashiers and kitchen staff amused with seeing one another outside of shift schedules, your attention is drawn to Eren, who seats himself in the spot that Sasha once occupied with all the languor of someone who didn’t show up to the party sober. It doesn’t take much for him to reveal that he heard most of your previous exchange.

“Secret Santa jitters, huh?” he teases, propping himself up against one arm of the sofa. The line cook wears a dark blue cable knit sweater, with what you think is some horrific reimagining of Bob Ross knitted across his chest. Tiny, tinkling silver bells adorn the hem, glittering as he shifts in his seat. His hair, typically tied up and away from his face during shifts, spills loosely over his shoulders and shags over his eyes. You recall the way he looked at you earlier in the night behind the storage shed and remember his insistence that you dance with him at this party. In the warm lighting from the barrage of Christmas lights that line Sasha’s living room ceiling, he almost looks pretty like this.

You shoot him a look. “What’s it to you, Eren?”

“Just wondering if I made the nice list,” he quips, winking playfully. You make note of the lack of red rimming his eyes. Maybe he is sober then?

“Cute,” you scoff, trying to dismiss the way heat rises to your cheeks at the comment. Maybe you’re the one that needs to sober up. “Now go sweep something or whatever is it you do when you’re not getting high and crashing parties.”

Eren smirks but doesn’t leave. Instead, he nods in the direction of the gift table, of the little red disaster bag that haunts the corner of your eye. “So, who’s the lucky recipient of your generosity?”

You sigh, giving in to the conversation. “Well, the point of Secret Santa is that it’s a secret-,”

“Jean, huh? That’s interesting.” While you sputter at his presumptuousness, Eren’s expression tightens for a moment, and you can almost see the wheels turning in his head.

Before you can question his tone – or how the hell he had even overheard you and Sasha, for that matter – Sasha calls for attention announcing the start of the gift exchange.

You leave Eren on the couch to grab your present, eager to get away from whatever that was. You have enough to be anxious about tonight without Eren Jeager getting into the mix. Unsure how Jean will react to your carefully chosen present, you grip the little red bag a little tighter.

In the end, you don’t even get to witness Jean’s reaction to your gift. All of that tension, all of your worries on the drive here, all of your anxiety leading up to this moment is all for naught. Eren Jeager makes sure of that.

He doesn’t even try to sound remorseful once he spills his wine down the front of your sweater just as you’re about to hand off your gift to your should-be-former crush. You had mustered up the courage to approach Jean, who had finally wrenched himself from Mikasa’s grasp for a brief moment to collect a wrapped parcel of his own. But as soon as you reach out to catch the day shift manager’s attention, your entire body is shifted off-center. Eren collides into your right side, tipping his glass into your chest with little more than a half-assed, “Whoops, my bad.”

You gasp, the force of Eren’s weight and a mix of shock and horror sending you reeling back from Jean. The surrounding partygoers come to a halt, Jean included as he turns to finally take in the sight of you for the first time tonight, mortified and doused in red wine that bleeds through the front of your white cashmere sweater like an open wound. The little red gift bag hangs limply in your hands.

Jean calls your name, voice colored with surprise and concern, but you’re already marching towards the bathroom, eyes stinging, hands shaking, dropping the gift bag somewhere on the way between pushing through little clusters of your coworkers all squeezed into Sasha’s homey apartment.

Much to your relief, the bathroom to the guest bedroom is already unlocked and unoccupied, a temporary haven for you to gather your bearings.

Or so you thought.

It’s not long before Eren finds you, gently knocking on the door with a soft call of your name. You’ve spent the past few minutes fruitlessly dabbing at the stain blossoming on your chest with paper towels and cold water, only succeeding in smearing it into a much larger mess. The snowflakes carefully stitched into the pattern of your sweater begin to take on a faint salmon color, the sight in the mirror only serving to fuel your frustration. Tears well up in your eyes as mortification over the night’s events threaten to overwhelm you, but Eren’s voice startles you into a sense of annoyance. In your panic and haste, you had forgotten to lock the door behind you.

The bathroom door swings open, and you glance up in time to see Eren duck inside, his expression softened with a hint of something you’re too bewildered to decipher. Your heart sinks when you realize Jean doesn’t file in behind him.

“Need some help?” Eren offers, an uncharacteristically sincere tone to his voice.

You shoot him a skeptical look, “Are you being serious right now?”

Rather than back off when met with your icy demeanor, Eren closes the door behind him. And rather than tell him off when he turns you to face him, nearly bumping heads in the cramped guest bathroom, you both set to work with damp paper towels.

You work in silence, under the harsh fluorescent lighting, the sounds of the party raging on outside. Eren’s touch is gentle, and purposeful as he braces your shoulder with one hand and dabs just under your neckline with the other. A pensive look falls over his face. You wait for an apology that doesn’t come.

Distantly, you hear the Christmas music switch to something with a little more bass and know that Connie has hijacked the speaker. As you dab at the hem of your sweater, convinced that the stain would be a permanent fixture in your sweater at this point, you glance up to notice a smile playing on your intruder’s lips.

You shoot him a withering look, “You think this is funny?”

Eren breaks out into a full-on smirk, impish even, looking a bit more like the line cook you’ve known to antagonize you. He tosses his paper towel in the trash and leans against the bathroom counter, his green eyes fixed on you. For a brief moment, they simmer with spitefulness. “I think it’s a hell of a lot less depressing than watching you openly moon over horse face.”

“Horse face?” You blanch. “You mean Jean-,”

“-Besides, I did you a favor. Now you don’t have to go and be disappointed him.”

Your frustration grows, but beneath it, there’s a spark of defiance. You snap at him, “What does it even matter to you, Eren? All night you’ve been on my case; at work, at this party! Whatever I give to Jean – whatever I have or don't have going with Jean is none of your business.”

You feel the tension between you, thick and charged, but the satisfied look on Eren’s face never wavers. He’s lax, head tilted back as he observes you over the bridge of his nose with a gaze that meets yours that could almost be described as bored if not for the hungry something lurking in them. That same look from your closing shift, passing him the broom. He’s not high anymore, you determine, hasn’t been for a while if the intense look expression, and the clarity of his gaze is anything to go by, so you can’t chalk it up to insobriety. You distantly wonder how much more often he’s looked at you like that. For how long? How have you never noticed? It seems so much more apparent like this, outside of work. So much harder to ignore with no metal counters to divide you, and no uniforms to keep up to code.

In your anger, you’ve stepped closer, balling the used towel in one fist and bracing against the counter with the other, half caging in the much taller man against the sink. You don’t realize how close you are, face to face like this, drawn in by the intensity of his eyes. The bathroom feels smaller, the air heavier, and you’re acutely aware of every beat of your heart.

You mutter, “What the hell is with you?” and he huffs a laugh through his nose, a real smile on his lips as you draw near.

“If only you fucking knew.”

Eren leans in, his lips brushing against yours in a bold move that leaves you momentarily stunned. For a moment, you forget about the chaos of the party outside. When he finally presses his lips to yours, it’s a slow kiss laced with arrogance, a statement of intent. And despite your annoyance, you can’t help the feeling of warmth that floods you. Hands seek each other out in a flurry of movement. The paper towels and spilled wine are forgotten as Eren’s hand slips around your waist, pulling you closer. Eren lets you cage him fully against the bathroom sink, if only to fit one leg between yours and slot his fingers from around your waist to the back of your neck, into your hair with the free hand not holding himself up against the counter.

The kiss is a collision of emotions – frustration, surprise, and an underlying current of something you hadn’t quite acknowledged before and aren’t entirely sure if you’re ready to either. Unhurried and messy, you can feel the groan that reverberates through Eren’s chest against your own as you tug his bottom lip between your teeth. He tastes like smoke and red wine and metal. There’s no urgency behind his moments, languid with the way explores your mouth, as if a crowd of people you’ve worked with throughout some of the more formative years of your life aren’t separated from you by a singular door. As if the man you’d sworn you’d come back to try to commit to wasn’t a brisk walking distance away. He kisses you like a lover, and not like a man who has made it his mission to spend every waking moment you’ve had together grating your nerves.

Surprise shocks you at the swipe of his tongue ring against your lower lip. His thumb at your neck strokes along your chin, and your jaw with a touch that’s borderline reverent. A balmy, pleasant feeling unfurls in your chest, thrums in your veins as you allow him to tilt your head back and deepen the kiss. Eren’s lips are warm and insistent, and despite the bizarre circumstances, you feel right at home in his grasp.

The sounds of the party outside fade into the background, replaced by the rhythmic thud of your heart in your ears.

You’re surprised at how gentle he is. Firm, unrelenting in his touch, sure, but with none of the simmering aggression you’d come to associate him with. Strong, sure hands, slide encircle your hips under your sweater, thumbs dragging across your hip bones at the hem of your jeans. Stoking that smoldering feeling in your chest, a simmering in your low belly. The sensation earns him a gasp, interrupted by his lips. It takes little convincing for you to remove the sweater altogether, discarding the article of clothing along with it.

You’re rewarded with a pained groan as Eren breaks the kiss long enough to admire you like this, all flush and disheveled from the neck up. His doing. Not Jean’s. He can’t help but feel smug satisfaction, finally having quelled that ugly, nagging feeling that had built up in his chest once he had realized just why you had been so anxious to get to the party tonight. None of that matters now. Eren is too focused on chasing the press of your hips against his. Too focused on the feeling of your lips and the little gasps you make each time he moves to tuck into the crook of your neck instead, teeth finding their way to the pliable skin at the juncture of your bare neck. Too enamored by the way the lust and wine make your eyes hazy and soft on him in a way he wishes you’d look at him during the daytime.

Breaking your gaze, Eren rearranges your legs so that you’re nearly seated on his lap with the way you lean over him against the counter. Eren’s fingertips find their way beneath the hem of your bra, sliding over the seams of your ribcage to trace and then squeeze at the expanse of bare skin there. You sigh into his mouth at the feeling, content to rock in his lap and suck on his tongue until the rough pads of his thumbs swipe over your nipples, rendering you just a little more desperate.

“Oh – oh. Eren, please-,” The little silver bells sewn into the collar of his sweater jingle with every rock of your hips, and you can’t help but snicker against his lips once you notice the sound.

“Let me – here, let me take this shit off.” Eren gives you just enough room to swipe the festive sweater over his head, just enough time to toss it somewhere on the floor before he’s on you again. One large hand palms your rear, the other resting against your collarbones, fingers encircling your throat to guide you back into one more heated kiss, prying your mouth open with his teeth and tongue, rolling yours over his.

Your own wandering hands tangle in his hair as it curtains your face, trace the sinewy lines of his back as you silently wonder if he’s always been this strong.

Eren doesn’t let you wonder for long, managing to scoop up you inside the broom closet-sized confines of the spare bathroom and place you on the closed lid of the toilet, skirt fluttering up to the tops of your thighs with a swift motion.

“Wait, woah-,” You’re so caught off guard by the sudden motion, that you nearly miss Eren stooping down to kneel in front of your place on the toilet, large hands bracketing each of your knees. He leans in, a secret smile gracing his features, green eyes bright with mischief under the harsh fluorescent lighting.

“I figured, this is the least I can do after ruining your night, right?” As he speaks, his hands hook around the backs of your knees, helping him make room for a space between them. He takes a second to gauge your reaction, and you belatedly put the pieces together of what he’s asking with a slight shiver. His smile ie earnest, eyes unexpectedly sincere.

You think of putting back on your sweater and going back out there to face Jean. You think of fishing your gift out of whatever unfortunate corner of the room it fell into. Of returning home having achieved little other than embarrassing yourself in front of coworkers and friends.

Your thumb traces Eren’s lower lip, and you realize you’re taking too long to answer. Eren. Line cook Eren. Eren the bane-of-every-night-shift-ever Jeager. After all you’ve said and done, after years of working together, can you come back from something like this?

Eren sits back on his heels and presses a kiss to the soft skin of the inside of your knee. Well, you sigh, stroking a hand through his dark tresses, almost lovingly. The hungry, impish grin you receive when you can only respond with a half-choked “please,” is enough to make your heart stutter in your chest. A win is a win.

Unfortunately for you, there reaches a point where you’re not even sure who’s really winning. Eren eats pussy like he was made for it.

He starts slow, tracing his nose up and down the gusset of your panties like you’re not cramped together in the guest bathroom at your mutual friend’s party. Like he’s got all the time in the world. Gentle touches across the backs of your thighs, the plane of your stomach.

When you start to wiggle with impatience, he bites into the crease between your sex and upper thigh, deep and indulgent enough to make you cry out. He doesn’t care much for your choice in panties – they’re quick to join the rest of the discarded clothes on the floor anyway.

Eren switches your position again, turning you face forward and bent over the toilet so that your hands brace the lid. You fold your arms, pressing your cheek into the bends of your elbows when he encourages you to arch your back further, palm large and warm and sliding down your spine. From where he kneels, he locks one arm around your hips, the other hand bracketing the crease at your asscheek, just at the top of your thigh. You are rendered immobile, vulnerable as he spreads you open to his gaze and laves once between your folds.

“Fuck-!” The exclamation comes out warbled, almost tearful into the crook of your arms. You wiggle your hips in search of more contact, but the touch never comes. Eren’s mouth remains frustratingly out of reach, instead tracing your folds with his thumb. Of course, he doesn’t start right away. Indulges in the way you squirm, half out of impatience, half apprehension.

Complaints earn you a sharp smack! where you’re left wet and wanting. Your knees bow, legs trembling from the shock of the sudden assault on such sensitive nerves.

“Eren,” you bite back a moan. Your antagonist shushes and coos at your anguish, only pausing in his condescension to sink his teeth into the cheek not held in his grasp. The whine that works its way out of you in response is loud enough for him to relent after a moment, playfully admonishing you.

“Who would’ve thought you’d be this fuckin’ noisy?” He mutters, lips ghosting over where you need him most. “So damn uptight and quiet at work until it’s time to chew me out, right? Now look at you.” Embarrassment colors your cheeks at his words, feeling the slick wetness between your thighs you know he must have a plain view of, and you distantly wonder how you allowed this to escalate so quickly.

From your bent position, you think you hear him swallow, mouth working over something that’s decidedly not you until you feel something liquid and warm spatter over your mound. Biting back another moan, you silence the small, nagging part of your brain that seethes at the possibility of him holding this moment over your head in the future. Taking note of the litter of bruises that mark the backs of your thighs, you know the decision you both are making will literally come back to bite you in the ass tomorrow. Tomorrow, when you have to inevitably face him at work again, along with the rest of your coworkers who are no doubt wondering where you’ve been at this point. Eren uses the pads of his thumbs to spread your lips again, brushing a gentle, teasing kiss across your clit and you decide you’ll reconcile with yourself on the matter in the morning.

“Oh fuck, oh god,” you mumble, unable to work up the energy to be irritated when you feel the way he smiles against you.

When Eren finally decides to give in, it comes with a price. His lips seal over the span of your sex, sucking on one fold, then the other before gracing you with a broad stroke across your slit, and you’re a goner.

“Mm-oh! Oh.”

That price is your sanity and your resolve to stay as quiet as possible.

He devours you, seemingly unable to decide between one pace and another as he eagerly works his tongue into your molten core. He’s mean. Deliberate. Worst of all, he seems to be enjoying himself. Starting slow, savoring all of your heat and taste on his tongue. Then fast and relentless, flicking devastating strokes across your clit in a motion that leaves you gripping the lid beneath you. Chest heaving in exertion as you attempt to hold back your cries.

Your legs ache and tremble, knees biting into the cool lip of the toilet lid each time Eren presses you forward in his insistence. Eren dips the tip of his tongue into your slit, nose pressed between your folds with a self-satisfied moan, causing you to jerk and keen in his grasp. Your arms squeak across the porcelain when you jostle a little too far out of grasp. The angle he has you bent at presses you up onto your toes. Eren tightens his grasp around your waist. He presses one long digit into your core and you cry out into your elbows.

“Fuck, just-just a little longer, okay? Just gimme a little more, yeah,” he mumbles, deep, raspy, fucked out, and sounding more like an assurance for himself than you.

The finger inside you and the hand at your thigh disappear momentarily, and you wonder if he’s touching himself. The position he has you in means you’d have to crane your neck backward just to catch a glimpse of his lower half. The thought fuels the searing heat in your veins, as does the slick sound of wet skin and the resounding whimper breathed against your core, confirming your suspicions.

“Eren,” you gasp, whimper, locking up at the sight of his free hand palming at the profuse bulge in his jeans, veins popping in his arms at the effort. “Fuck, wait, fuck-!”

You come hard and fast, blood roaring in your ears, fingers gripping the lid with a white-knuckle grip as you squirm in Eren’s grasp. Coming together and falling apart in an overwhelming wave of pleasure that catches you off guard. Eren is quick to catch on, both hands returning to your hips to lock you in an embrace, face pressed into your sex in earnest. You twitch and writhe in his grasp, unable to escape from his relentless assault on your senses. He talks you through it when he can bear to detach his mouth from you, murmuring praises into the heated skin of your thighs. Bliss crackles up your spine and warms you inside out from head to toe.

“Eren, god, please,” you simper, dizzy with your fading arousal, not even sure what you’re pleading for at this point. To stop? To keep going?

Eren decides for you, pressing one last parting kiss to your mound before getting to his feet. The moments following go about in relative silence. Despite him having been between your legs just seconds ago, you’re quick to feel awkward and aren’t exactly sure what to say. Surprisingly ever the gentleman, Eren helps you rise off the lid and redress and clean on shaky legs. You are slow to stand upright. Unable to meet his eyes as you try to reconstruct your thoughts from mush. He slides your panties back over your hips and trades your ruined sweater for his own.

Eren stops you before you can protest the offer, vehemently against him commuting home at night, in the cold shirtless. “I’ll just take Armin’s jacket,” he reassures you, adjusting the collar of the horrendous Bob Ross fabrication at your neck. The tiny silver bells jingle at his touch, sounding akin to tinkling laughter

Over his shoulder, you take in your appearance in the mirror. You had done your best to right your disheveled makeup and hair, but the bruises on your neck and the obvious wardrobe change were a lost cause. Even if you dipped out of the party now, there was no avoiding being seen. You were going to have some questions to answer in the morning.

Eren catches your contemplative expression and matches one with his own, a little guarded now. Before now, neither of you had been on the best of terms. A history of annoyance and resentment that lasted years brewed between the two of you. But now…

Now as you consider how terrible the night had gone and the embarrassment you’ll face when Jean inevitably picks up that little red bag with his name on it, now as watch Eren wipe leftover slick off the corner of his lip before sucking the offending finger clean, you figure that’s something you can sort out another day.

5 New Messages

hey! I saw what happened w Eren, u alr??

hello??

I got ur present! Txt me when you get home!

hey!!

can we talk?

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dreamy-jaeger · 2 years ago

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I Know the End - Masterlist

Zombie Apocalypse!Au, Older!Grumpy!Eren x Sunshine!Reader

Content: Reluctant traveling companions to lovers, Slight age gap, found family, eventual smut so Minors - DO NOT INTERACT.

Chapters: 5/?

Summary: It’s been years since the apocalypse started, years of Y/N being on her own save for her furry companion that was always by her side. Y/N thought that it was just her and her dog. That was until she ran into people who would change her life, she has yet to know if it’s for the better.

Release Schedule: Whenever I get it done I suppose 😩

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✨ - (chapter contains smut)

Chapter 1: Y/N helps out some strangers, resulting in a change in her solitary life.

Chapter 2: As the night continues, everyone gets to know each other just a little bit more.

Chapter 3: The journey to Shiganshina has begun, and after a long day of traveling they find refuge for the night.

Chapter 4: Events from the past show the beginning of Eren and Gabby. Meanwhile in present day, unspoken words cause tension.

Chapter 5: Under a quiet night at the church, Eren and Y/N get to know one another.

Chapter 6: The events of the ambush and it’s after effects. Personalities change and relationships shift.

Chapter 7: Coming soon!

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zznlii · 5 days ago

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eren smoked weed like nobody's business. he wouldn't say he had a problem however, because the main time he was even smoking the stuff was when he was deep inside you already, rearranging your insides with a pace that left you dizzy and incoherent.

he smoked it with the joint in one hand and your jaw clenched in the other, his forearm used to push one of your knees practically to your ear.

"look so fucking good like that, ma.. ah shit." he huffs, the smell of marijuana on his breath as he gets closer to your face.

he brings the joint to his lips and takes a long drag, eyes rolling back as you purposefully clench around him and the mere sight of his casual act during one of the brutal fucking's of your life.

there's a glint in eren's eyes as a coy grin spreads across his pearly whites. he holds the smoke in his lungs for no more than three seconds before forcing you to slack your jaw as he gets impossibly closer and breathes that shit into your lungs for you.

oversensitivity was a given when smoking weed, and right now it seemed to be hitting you tenfold. especially when he drops the joint into the ashtray perched on his bedside table just so he could reach between your consistently and rapidly connecting bodies to rub quick little circles on your drenched clit.

"oh fuck yes.. you like that? you feeling it baby? yeaaah you are..." he grins at you, that sadistic yet stupidly hot grin of his as he pistons his hips harder against your own, touching that deep spongy spot inside of you.

you can't even form words as silent screams slip past your swollen lips, drool sliding from the corner of your mouth as your jaw remained clenched between his strong fingers and slacked.

"'r-ren... please- please i can't-" you try, you try so hard, but eren would be damned if he actually listened to your babbling. he knew you all too well. and that meant he knew when you were talking about absolutely nothing.

"i know ma, i know. just take this dick and be good for me yeah?" leaning down he plants a sloppy, wet kiss against your lips as you desperately try to keep up.

"s'fucking deep.. can't- m'sensitive!" your words slur and god he sounds so mean when he laughs at you.

"mmm, you're sensitive aren't you? can't even handle shotgunning, pretty?" he's mocking you, your mushy brain can determine that much, but he makes it sound so sweet.

he fakes a sympathetic pout down at you as his hand lets go of your jaw to grab the headboard that had previously been violently rocking against the wall behind it, just for leverage to pick up his already damning pace.

"yeah just like that.. look at me just like that. fuck! you're so pretty.." he groans, head tilting back as he fights the urge to screw his eyes shut just so he could keep watching you as your eyes lose their focus with every concentrated drag of his throbbing veins against your pulsing walls.

yeah, eren wouldn't admit to being addicted to weed, but he would proudly admit to being addicted to your pussy.

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arlerts-angel · 11 months ago

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having so many hard thoughts abt eren rn. how dominant he would be, getting off on making u nervous and embarrassed. his long hair hanging in ur face as he hovers above u... i feel like he'd love fingering u, the feeling of ur warm, wet pussy clenching around his fingers. and fuck, just knowing that he was making u feel so good would egg him on so quickly.

i know u dont write much eren, and thats okay!! please disregard this if it doesnt resonate with you. i just trust ur interpretation of the characters since u have such a knack for it. but if it does id love to hear ur thoughts. im just a whore for eren jaeger what can i say 🤤

eren jaeger x fem!reader, NSFW 🤍 18+ MDNI

a/n: oop i don't usually write characters with 'daddy' as a title but i can so see eren calling himself that so that's what i wrote SORRY HNSHKSHK I HOPE YOU LIKE IT STILL 😰

lots of dirty talk | fingering | pet names: baby, pretty, princess, dirty girl | eren calls himself daddy

taglist: @ringsofsaturnnnn @i-literally-cant-with-this @milky-aeons

NONNIE !!! you are so right

eren absolutely loves making you flustered and squirmy; he thinks you're just so cute when you're nervous! not only that, but i think it fuels his ego just a smidge 🤭

and mmm, i agree that one of his favorite things in the world to do to you is finger your desperate little pussy while he hovers above you. he has a perfect view of your pretty face while he makes you cum on his fingers :(

oh, some food for thought! eren would absolutely moan with you and talk you through while he fingers you :(

he sucks air in through his gritted teeth while he fingers you and rubs your clit, going on about "aw, feels so good doesn't it baby? i know it does. y'look so pretty... so fuckin pretty baby. pussy's so wet for me baby, you like when i finger you huh? yeahhh, right there... just like that. doing so good for me, princess."

oh and when you buck your hips against him while he fingers you?

"oh you like that, don't you? dirty girl. so desperate to cum. tell daddy how good he makes you feel. let me hear it, baby. wanna hear those pretty moans."

he just loves to pleasure you in general ! fingering, eating you out, fucking you senseless, anything that makes you cum he loves !

i think he'd be heavy on eye contact, but sometimes the eye contact is too much so you try to hide your face or close your eyes but he hits you with the "look at me baby. wanna look into those pretty eyes when you cum for me"

HEAR ME OUT. HE KISSES YOUR FOREHEAD WHILE YOU CUM. 😵‍💫😍

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sintiva · 1 year ago

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cw: eren has bad anxiety and anger issues, a little angst, penetrative sex, nipple play, grinding, cowgirl, lmk if i missed anything !

notes: the first request i’ve done in ages, i hope it’s not too long (it is), and it’s definitely written differently compared to other things, but do enjoy, (the ending was rushed shoot me )🫰🏽 feedback appreciated!

connie threw thee biggest and best parties known to man. they were always a vibe, and if you weren’t in attendance, you were missing everything that went on, on campus. hookups, new faces, more drama, and the best weed to float around campus. connie made sure everything was in order, and most important to him besides his friends, good drinks and pretty girls, was weed.

“yo, where’s eren at?” connie asked as he smoked on a roach. he was nearly out of weed, and his party had only just begun, and per usual eren was late as fuck. the roach burnt his fingers and lips, but he was desperate and he held on to what little he had left.

“probably out with some other bitch.” you snapped. connie chuckled and fixed his hand around your waist. you sat on his lap, and he fondled every inch of you. your thighs, your tits, your ass. he wouldn’t admit it, but connie springer, was fucking sprung when it came to you, and the one time you let him tap, he came… too quick.

his eyes were extremely low, he was faded, slowly treading the line of being cross faded, and you looked too damn good. “why’d you say it like that, ma?”

“hmmm, no reason. it’s just what i’m thinkin’, and we both know it’s the truth. that’s your friend ain’t it? ” you tick your tongue, and lower your gaze to the fiend who just won’t quit stroking your skin; hand skimming freely under your dress, fingers grazing so closely to your panties! down to your slit, thumb poking at it.

n-not out here.

he smirks and lowers the tempo; it was all just to make you squirm on his lap. he’s trying to hint at you — let you know that their is something lingering. your nips perk up and and like thin air, the topic of eren evaporated. just like that.

just that quickly, he was forgotten. so there you were in the back of this party, so close to being fingered on a couch as you straddled connie’s lap. so far in the back, so drunk. not even aware of how quickly you straddled connie’s thighs. how quicky he tossed the roach aside, focused on your dress, pulling the neck of it down, so he could sit up and suck on your tits in the back of the party.

“c-connie, someone — he might see us.”

connie heard he, and instantly didn’t give a fuck. he, was eren, who was somehow appearing as a fuzzy hue in the back of your mind.

“and? when’s that ever stopped us, mamas?” his lips found purchase in your skin. the sweetness, the butteriness; his lips tracking your skin made his dick leak ad throb in his sweats, and you practically straddled the tip of it anyway.

what started as innocent playing and kisses turned into you full on grinding on him in the back — his hands were cupping your ass, and he was carrying you back and fourth on his dick; through the cloth it was more than enough. you both knew were things were going, but neither of you wanted to stop, nor had the intentions to.

until… connie felt you levitate off the couch, his lap still cold, and loud arguing, waking him up from whatever delusions were running through his head. he blinked a couple of times, smacked his cheeks, shook his head to clear any and all thoughts that he just had of you. the weed and drinks have long settled in his system. he was totally unaware of the mini altercation that was occurring between you and…

“eren, what the fuck.”

“what the fuck my ass, you don’t see how he’s staring at you right now? he’s practically eye fucking you and you like that stupid shit?”

“first off, i don’t know who you’re yelling at like you’re someone’s father. second of all, you be out all day and when i text you, you don’t respond to nothing and now you pop up like a fucking lunatic. i don’t owe you anything eren.”

“you’re joking right?” you scoff, completely baffled.

“i will tell you time and time again, i don’t care how big you think you are, you will calm the fuck down when it comes to me.”

and there he goes. blunt in between his fingers, faded, eyes red and low. all black fit, hair down those silver rings <3. “i leave you alone for one da—“

“and that’s the problem, we had plans today and you forget about them.”

“y/n, i texted you three hours ago telling you that something popped up and we’d have to push it to tonight or tomorrow evening.”

“when?”

“at around 4 o’clock.”

your nails tapped at your phone screen, and the moment your palms tightened around your sage green bubble case, you were met with the same text you were sure you sent three hours earlier with nothing after. no confirmations or anything.

“not a single text, reaction, or call, and to make it worse, it was for our anniversary.”

it was eren who looked dumb now, coming to the party causing a scene, forcing yet another stupid, pointless fight. another headache, another upset you and you walked away before he could get a word in, but your got yours in.

“you want me to be your partner, i do everything to make sure we’re good — always — but you can never be a decent human.”

wait y/n… baby—“ he throws his arm out to reach you.

i don’t care anymore. do what you want that’s what you always do anyways.

“it was an honest mistake.”

fuck!

you fixed your dress and simply walked away. with a couple twitches you were gone as quickly as he pulled you in. time and time again, he proves to fuck everything up.

it would seem as though he had countless things on his mind, but you were always at the back of it. and when i say always, you were always the one putting in more effort it seemed.

he flicked his blunt out his fingers and stepped on it. the flame died under the tip of his shoe, and beneath it a black circle of ash. “my floor??” connie’s mouth stretched; his arms flew up in the air, “i don’t give a fuck, stay away from y/n and we won’t have an issue.”

“like i’m the problem? when you figure your shit out you’ll realize i’m not the problem.” connie stood up rolled his eyes and held his hand out. “you’re not getting shit from me.”

the thing eren hated the most was a lecture; how big or small didn’t matter. getting told about himself was a total bust, and fucking things up with you was a consequence he’d always have to face.

the next few weeks were dreadful. eren felt like and looked like shit, but businesses was business. he had customers, deliveries and a shit ton of other things that filled his schedule. internally, he was collapsing, it was all too much. he couldn’t think clearly and he was just working and smoking himself to exhaustion.

but his delivery after the party, after watching you disappear in the crowd, fell through the floor.

nothing could stop him, not armin, not looking at pictures of you. standing outside of your door hoping you’d come downstairs to hop into his car to accompany him for his deliveries. eren’s anger was bubbling over, and the prime suspect was nobody but himself.

he had planned to deliver to connie the day after his party, because you wrote it into his calendar. you had his entire day written out in the calendar, to pick you up, go find somewhere to eat so y’all could have brunch, then you’d take your rightful position as his passenger princess; he’d drive a little ways out the city to go and deliver to connie.

for starters he was late, he didn’t have the usual brunch and he was strongly irritable. he didn’t get to sleep with you, or wake up to you, and all that anger was being channeled towards the wrong person.

305-245-6755

come outside to get your shit.

another thing that eren didn’t do was communicate with his clients, because he knew he’d lose his cool with them. for some reason they would all hit on you in awkward ways, so eren just lets you text them on his behalf. you would always draft a mass message to send out, it’d be all cute, typed with courtesy and delivered like a real business. today there was none of that.

eren sat in his car, wasteland on repeat, arm flung over his eyes to curb his headache. then came tapping against his window, courtesy of connie.

“about fucking time.”

eren rolled his window down and flung a plastic baggy filled with a scarce looking zip being the contents.

“what is this?”

“what you asked for?” eren shrugged his shoulders, and put his seatbelt on. “don’t play eren, this looks like a half at most.”

“i’m surprised you know that much.” eren reached for a blunt out of his pocket and lit it. he blew the smoke right in connie’s face. “since you know so much, use that brain of yours to not piss me off right now.”

there relationship has always been rocky. eren still hasn’t gotten over the fact that you two were once a thing, and whenever he sees y’all together it irks his nerves real bad. even after you tell him time and time again, your feelings for connie are long gone, but his still linger and tug at his heart.

“if this is about y/n, you can grow up. whatever shit y’all got going on, ain’t got nothing to do with me.”

“i know you still like them, and it’s not up for debate. you can either stay away from ‘em or find out.”

even put out his blunt because for some reason it wasn’t working to calm his nerves. it was getting him hotter than when he arrived the longer the conversation persisted.

the more connie countered, it triggered fight instead of resisting. he reached for his door handle, seething and as soon as be was about to pull it open connie’s friend came outside to see what all the commotion was.

“what’s going on?”

nothing eren snapped, vexed that he was really letting connie of all people get up under him like that. of course, it pleased him knowing that he got under eren’s skin, but that was all he had on him.

he rarely spoke to you anymore, and when you too would interact; the exchange’s would be short, inauthentic, almost scripted like you were never really interested.

“i’m out. don’t ask me for shit else.”

connie turned to his friend and shook that baggie in his face, “he’s delusional.”

eren sped home, tapping his fingers against the wheel, biting his lip, things were dreadful without you like experiencing a tropical storm with no shelter. he was thinking of stopping by your place, just to see it, just to make sure your car was there, and maybe your blinds would he open and he’d see you laid up in bed. so he swung by, but only for a short while, and it’s like he expected. peace.

he finally drove back to his place, car boxed, and his head banging. just a nagging feeling of ‘i fucked up and i need to talk to somebody’. the person he resorted to was none other than his best friend, armin. he gave him the whole run down, he told him everything from what happened last night at the party to what happened today. eren articulate ld his feelings perfectly, and at the end of it all armin gave him a simple answer, “you two just need space, it could be for a day, five, two weeks, a month.”

“if the love is there things will fix itself, if trust is reciprocated you both will come back to the other. y’all are both just hard headed and constantly clash.”

that’s all he could say and it seemed like it helped. there was a hint of worry. considering the fact that you two may give the other space, waiting for the moment the other would reach out first made him anxious. he didn’t like to wait, he was impatient.

which lead to him cracking first. he showed up to your door, severely high, psyched out and sweaty. it was afternoon time and you had just woken up. it’d been two weeks and the reality was you missed your boyfriend so much so that you just slept your days away to ease the thoughts, until he started visiting you in your dreams.

the next day was awkward for eren. he thought about what armin told him and figured it was time to visit you. when he pulled up to your place it still carried that same aura.

to say the least. you woke up with tissues around your bed, 16 text, 20 missed calls and the faint sound of someone calling your name and knocking on your door.

just like how it was a couple weeks ago. you saw eren in your notifications, in your dreams and on your ring doorbell app. ‘go away’ you mumble into your phones microphone.

his face lights up and he walks up straight into the camera’s frame, “don’t be like that, baby.” it were his first words he’s heard from you in weeks— he needed i. that evil man can pout once and place those pretty eyes right into the camera and it feels like you were ovulating.

i know you miss me, cause i’ve missed you.

and he wants you to know that, so he sings it like a sweet ballad, when you decide to let him in, like always. a sweet hug, wet kisses on your cheeks two big bouquets of your favorite flowers (apology notes written within each, your favorite m&ms, and some sweet talking secured himself into your place.

‘you know i wouldn’t do anything intentional to you. it was an honest mistake, trust me… let me make it up to you.”

“i planned a trip… just for the both of us — we can go anywhere you want.”

he holds your face in his hands, and gives you the softest look he could muster. he brings your face closer, tilts his head to the side and just licks your your lips with the tip of his tongue till you open up.

“let me kiss you, princess, pleaseeee.” he whines.

you kiss him back gently as if he did no wrong. hands thrown over his shoulders, fingers running through his air. through the kiss you could feel the smirk teasing at his lips, cause the both of you knew arguments fail each time. they never hold weight, and eren was already paying back his debt.

he pulled away nearly out of breath and lips glossed from saliva. “i sent you money already did you get it? for some clothes to get your hair done, nails and a little extra for whatever you need to get.”

“i didn’t see it — cause i blocked you and i know you had armin call my phone on your behalf.”

while you spoke he held onto you so tight. his lips were soft and smooth from the chapstick that transferred from his lips to yours.

“i know,” he chuckled and settled his hands behind your back. “you’ve always been like that.”

“ i have, but you can send me a little more to get unblocked though, and for almost fighting connie; min told me.”

his cheeks grew red out of sheer embarrassment, he knew armin would talk, but he didn’t think it’d be to that extent.

“of course he did. he can never keep his mouth shut.”

“it’s your fault, you can’t blame anybody else and you know better.”

he sighed and took out his phone, went to your name in his messages (the first and only pinned :)) , clicked the apple pay button and sent you an extra 900 on top of the 1,500 he sent you.

he showed you, his phone screen illuminated against your face and you immediately brightened up some more, that smile, those lips, everything he loved to see.

“see — happy now?”

“yes, but you seem happier than me.” he is, his stomach is bubbling with anticipation. he’s been a nervous wreck for the past two weeks.

you feel him straining against your thigh, “and you smoked before you came here, you don’t do that a lot, were you nervous to see me?” he squeezes tighter.

“i-it calmed me down.” he cleared his throat and squished your thighs. it would have to work since he didn’t have anything else to squeeze.

you switch your seating, over to his left thigh, you stroke his head, his pants. familiarizing yourself with his outline, applying enough pressure to his tip to make his thigh jump. “why are you so nervous ‘ren?”

“cause you’ve been the only thing on my mind for the past two weeks, and now my body just feels like super stimulated or whatever shit it is that you talk about…” an innocent blush creeps up his cheeks.

“i’ve been seeing you in my dreams and shit, i thought i would die if didn’t see you sooner.”

it would take you forever to admit that he too was in your dreams, cause they weren’t the most innocent one’s.

“you can be a real sweetheart when you let things out, you know, and when you’re being honest.”

he rolled his eyes, and fondled your skin. “it’s only cause of you, i don’t want to lose someone that makes me so happy.”

here he was making it up to you, with gifts and pleasure: a cocktail that never failed.

his words only made him dreamier, “you’re forgiven, just don’t leave me wondering again.” you place a soft peck on his forehead and flash a smile.

those dreams and longing lights guided your lips together again. they made you strip down to to nothing. he needed to see every inch of you cause two weeks was torture. he craved to feel how warm you got when you were on top. the two of you were so pent up, all that bundled up energy was spewing everywhere.

leading to his fingers circling your clit. slow circles that made you grind against them for more. your legs were spread over his thighs. he looked in your eyes to let you know he meant every word that he breathed, and he meant every action acted upon.

the longer you two twiddled your thumbs, the more he teased, the harder it got to resist. “i know you want to.” he whispered.

you did. you really did. this whole time you could feel him poking at your ass. and you just needed to. you raised up off his lap and he made everything easier. you could feel all the stress leaving his body once you sunk down on him. every single inch throbbing the deeper he got.

“you want all of it?” he grabs your hips and gives you all of it. he bites his lip and winces.

“yesss,” you whisper in defeat, his plan worked he has you nipping at his lips. fingers stretching along your ass to get a nice, full grab, to hold onto you, to spread your cheeks so he can help you take every inch. “wait wait, let me do it.” you sigh into his mouth, twitching from feeling him in your guts. “too much?” he smiles and takes a nice hand-full of your ass and jiggles it.

“it’s enough for me.”

“cause you’re greedy.” you suck your teeth and giggle, “can you blame me?” he tilts his head; eyes roaming your face and body.

but he adjust his hands and lets you take control. your arms feel light around his neck, you take charge with slow bounces; it’s more of a grinding motion cause you just wanna cum, and feeling his hands roam all over your body encourages you on.

“ ‘rennn.” he’s infatuated. hands gliding all over you. playing with your tits, rolling your nipples in between his fingertips the hastier your pace becomes. “make yourself feel good.” he groans over and over then wraps his lips around your nipples and sucks. with every slurp around your chest he groans and tightens his grips on your hips. everything melts onto his tongue, your taste forever lasting. “oooh, erennn, ‘m gonna cum.” his head falls back as you squeeze him tight; your nipples and clit thumping from stimulation. the stimulation you get from your clit grazing against his stomach makes you desperately chase after your orgasm.

“me too.” he strains, his thighs dance around; head bobbing from side to side. being so pent up and high depleted his stamina.

you feel him throbbing harder in you as your grinding becomes more desperate and sloppy. he thrusts his hips up, your eyebrows knit and thighs tremble as you cum over and over on his dick, bringing him to his own, “good fucking pussy, baby.”

the steady rhythm of your ass clapping against his thighs felt like heaven. the constant squeezes to your ass boost your ego. his fingers sink into your ass cheeks to gain leverage to pound his self into you as your legs tremble from cumming.

after sex you two showered together, which led to more sex, and decided to watch a movie and order takeout. eren ended up falling asleep, so you decided to do his makeup and post it on twitter for your followers to see. the caption being, “ p***** his ass to sleep, now he calling my nyquil”, corny but it got the job done. that was a whole nother story when he woke up, but you decided you two were even, and the glam made him look even prettier.

#eren x black reader smut #eren x black reader #eren x reader #eren jaeger smut #eren jaeger x reader smut

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rosesforblues · 2 years ago

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Does anyone have eren/reader angsts which ARENT cheating au (on both sides) or any of that nasty stepcest forbidden love shit?? 😔😔

#eren angst #eren jaeger x reader smut #eren jaeger x reader angst #eren jaeger #attack on titan #eren jaeger x reader #aot #attack on titan x reader #im sorry (not jk) im not into stepcest 😭😭👍

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yandereshingeki · 2 years ago

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Eren’s Birthday

Birthday Boy! Eren x Fem! Reader

Eren J Masterlist

Word Count: 3.3k

Pairing: Eren x Reader

Content: Smut, Fluff, Friends to lovers

Content Warnings: Fem bodied reader, friends to lovers speedrun, Idiots in love, reader and Eren are fumbling idiots, mentions of eating cake (the food lol), Eren gets a teenie bit possesive, Awkwardness, Cunnilingus, implied sex, very fluffy

Summary: You have a special birthday surprise for your best friend Eren that will finally push your relationship in the direction you’d both been longing for.

Happy Birthday to Erennnn!! 🎉🎉 fictional character birthdays r so fun

Managed to get this out in like 3 days, but it was absolutely exhausting to finish so quickly lol

hope u enjoy it even though it’s a bit rushed <3

“It’s almost my birthday, y’know. Why don’t you let me eat you instead of getting some dumb cake or something.”

It was a single, drunken comment he let slip nights ago when you were drinking together at his home. A small glimpse into the desire that’d grown inside of him as your friendship blossomed into something more—something you were both too afraid to confront. He’d put his arm around you in public, hold you on his lap at parties, call you pet names and even kiss you on the face when you were both cuddled up in bed after spending the whole day together—but it’d never gone further than that. Before his comment, you could always claim your clinginess to each other was just a close friendship, but what he said—what you both really wanted—went far beyond that.

How it even happened, you don’t know. It just did. One moment you were just two friends, hanging out together in your large group, the next you were spending your nights alone with him, curled up in his arms under his plush comforter while brushing your hands through his hair.

Neither of you wanted to address the big question, waving off friends when they’d ask, “What are you?” But you couldn’t avoid it forever. It’s how you ended up where you were now, hot-faced and barely ready for what you knew would be coming when Eren made it to your house to celebrate his birthday.

You’d ignored it the morning after he first made the remark. Both of you were too hungover to think, and neither of you were well enough to talk about it. Following that, there was an awkward tension whenever you were together, the comment going undiscussed because you were too afraid to address it. Eren’s face was always red when he interacted with you after that too, and it always seemed like his mind was preoccupied. But today you were determined to be the one that finally brought it up, and finally pushed your relationship forward when he arrived. It was long overdue by now.

“I’m here.” You received a text with a knock at the door.

Picking up your phone, you rushed past the kitchen of your tiny apartment and threw the door open, greeting the birthday boy with a friendly smile and stuttering voice, “Eren!”

He stared down at you, his vert-colored eyes almost glowing when he met yours. His cheeks were a soft red hue, and his eyebrows were furrowed and slightly upturned, effectively making him look like a sad puppy. He always made that heart-wrenched face around you. You thought it was cute.

“Hey.” He replied, stepping into the apartment and kicking his sneakers off next to all of your shoes by the door. You closed it behind him as he entered, helping him take his faux leather jacket off to hang it up with yours on the wall hooks above the shoes.

When you saw his face again, he had the sweet smile on it that always made your heart race and your knees weak. He was staring down at you, waiting for you to tell him what you were going to do first, but you were too busy admiring his expression to realize what he wanted.

“So,” he finally caught your attention and interrupted your ogling, “What’s the ‘special surprise’ that you were so excited for me to see today?”

“I’ll tell you in a bit! Just sit at the table while I grab your cake. Presents can come after.” You pushed him to the kitchen island, pulling out one of the tall stools for him to sit on while you grabbed his birthday cake out of the fridge. It was a small vanilla cake, covered with light blue frosting and a white frosted border, the perfect size for just the two of you to share.

You placed it on the island next to him, popping the plastic cover off and grabbing two forks out of the silverware drawer and a single candle out of the junk drawer, along with a lighter for it. With everything you needed, you walked to the other side of the island and hopped onto the stool next to Eren, sticking the candle into the center of the cake. Finally, you slid it in front of him and lit the candle, a gentle smile on your face as you said, “Happy birthday!”

“Thank you,” he replied, quickly blowing out the candle, “Can I see what the surprise is now?”

You almost giggled at the impatient look on his face, a dejected pout growing adorning it at your response, “Seems like someone’s impatient. Can’t we eat at least a little bit of cake first?”

Truth be told, you were nervous. You were so anxious about telling him what his special “surprise” was because it would either push your relationship in the direction you’d both been yearning for, or hurt it and make things even more awkward than they already were. And you would be so embarrassed if things went poorly, especially with the bold idea you had planned. You just wanted to bide your time for now while you internally built up enough courage to confront it.

“So you’ll give it to me after we eat?” He asked again, already grabbing a fork and stabbing it into the corner of the frosted pastry.

“Sure, Eren. Sure.” You replied while doing the same, plucking the slightly melted candle out of it and putting it to the side before you continued.

The two of you ate in silence after that, enjoying your designated sides of the tiny square cake that was barely 5 inches big. At least you were, because when you looked over at Eren, he was shaking faintly. The red on his cheeks was even deeper than before, and he looked almost nervous compared to the soft face he was making earlier. It was strange. He didn’t have anything to be nervous about, did he? Not like you did, anyways.

The quiet was strange too. Usually, you would have found something to chatter and ramble about to each other, but there was just… nothing. Nothing but the awkward tension in the air as you finished up your slices.

Eren was the first to put his fork down, choosing to stare blankly at the table instead of using his phone while he waited for you to finish next. It was clear that his mind was preoccupied, but you couldn’t tell with what. Maybe he was thinking about the “surprise” you had planned? If that was the case, it made you feel compelled to finish faster just to give him the satisfaction of knowing what it was so he would stop looking so dejected.

When you threw your fork to the side, Eren perked up, already getting excited for what he knew was coming next. You couldn’t help but smile at it, the way his eyes sparkled whenever he was eager for something. Not wanting to make him wait any longer, you took the dirty cake-covered forks and empty cake plate, quickly throwing the utensils in the sink and the cardboard piece into the bin. After, you walked back to him and took his hand, gripping it tightly as you looked him in the eyes, “Ready for the surprise now?”

He was nodding his head rapidly before you could even finish, forcing a giggle out of your throat at his enthusiasm. With that, you took him to the living room and sat him down on the couch, telling him to stay put as you ran into your bedroom to grab your backup gift.

Coming back, you noticed his foot bouncing nervously on the floor, and his eyes shifting around the carpet until he noticed you were standing there. Then, his attention was on you again, though it was still obvious he was anxious about something. It only became clearer the closer you came, his hands still shaking and sweat forming on his forehead.

You sat next to him, putting the paper gift bag on the coffee table and taking in a deep breath before looking up, meeting his bright eyes that had your stomach doing flips. He looked so expectant for what you were about to give him, it made you even more nervous.

“So… I know I got you the dumb cake that you didn’t want as much,” You finally let it out, watching him gulp at your words because he immediately knew what you were referring to, “but I thought that —that if you wanted to, I’ll let you have the other thing you wanted too.”

The more you spoke, the quieter you got, the pressure getting so bad that you couldn’t look him in the eyes. Everything was so tense, you felt like you were going to explode.

“Oh—Oh my god… I thought that was what it was but—hearing you say it out loud is so much… different.” Eren responded, almost wheezing as he covered his face with his hand.

“You know that was what I was going to say?!” You almost shouted, feeling your face begin to boil as you realized that was what his mind was so distracted by the entire time he was there.

“I mean—I thought but I wasn’t sure! But now that you’ve said it—oh my god.” With his free hand, he covered his crotch to hide the growing stiffness in his pants.

You stayed like that for a moment, hiding in your hands while you tried to recover from the high of the truth finally coming out. Eren was quicker to relax than you after that, finally moving his hands in favor of quietly scooting closer until your thighs were touching, reaching out to grab one of your hands, “Um—Can I actually… have my gift? Right now?”

Your jaw dropped as he finished talking hardly able to spit out your reply, “Right now? You mean—You mean on the couch?”

“If it’s ok with you… I… I’ve wanted to do something like this with you for so long that I just… don’t want to wait anymore,” The grip on your hand grew as he spoke, his eyes drifting to the floor, “I’d really like to.”

You only thought about it for a second before nodding, putting your hand other over his and leaning closer to him. Your face lingered close to his, getting dangerously close before he closed the gap with his surprisingly soft lips against yours.

He pushed you back while he kissed you, his arm on your back to support you as you were slowly pinned against the couch. You moved your arms around his neck to keep him pressed against you, relaxing into the feeling of his body enveloping yours. All of the tension that’d built up was melting away, the months of buildup finally reaching a climax.

When he did pull away, it was only to take in air before his mouth was on yours again, his limbs tight around your body and your legs tangling together. He could have his gift soon—but first, he wanted to kiss you, just like he’d wanted to do so many times before. Like he wanted to whenever you were curled up, asleep in his arms after spending the night, or on the multiple occasions when you’d come back to him after a long day of school, completely skipping your apartment just to barge into his. He wanted to kiss you for hours, to never pull away so you would never have to be away from him again. He wanted the comfort, the satisfaction of knowing that in that moment, you were all his.

One of his hands made its way to intertwine with yours, pinning it beside your head while your fingers bent over each other’s knuckles to lock your palms together. His hold was so comforting, you never wanted to leave it.

Again, because of the necessary evil that was oxygen, he had to pry himself away from you to breathe—but this time, he didn’t go back to meet your lips, instead laying soft kisses against your jaw, all the way down to the base of your neck while you let out tiny gasps from the loose hairs from his bun tickling against your face. It was such a gentle act that made your face grow hot and a warm feeling pool between your legs, ever ready to be eaten by the man on top of you.

“Can I take your pants off?” He looked up at you, eyes pleading for him and telling you how badly he wanted it. The look made you so nervous that you could barely speak, only being able to nod as the hunger for you took over inside of him. He sat up quickly, lifting your shirt just enough to unbuckle your belt and unzip your jeans, not even bothering to slide them off fully before he was moving in between your legs again. His speed almost had you squealing; you were unprepared for him to be this insatiable.

It took you a minute to realize that he was just… staring at your panties, his eyes glued to the wet spot that stained them. If he wasn’t between them, you would’ve clamped your legs shut right then, but since you couldn’t, you were forced to address his hesitance to take them off, anxiety lacing your voice, “What’s wrong, Eren? There’s nothing wrong, is there?”

“Are you—Are you really that wet already? I haven’t even done anything.”

You wanted to shrink from embarrassment when he said that. “Yes… I am… And this is really embarrassing so could you please just take them off already?” You begged him, resting your legs on his back while he hooked his fingers into your panties.

“But what if I want to keep staring? It’s kind of cute…” He couldn’t help but tease, curious to see your reaction.

“Eren… please. I’ll take the gift back!” You threatened, bouncing your foot on his back to urge him.

A pout formed on his lips while he finally slid them down to join your pants, holding your thighs after to squish them and ensure your legs remained spread, “That’s not fair! You’re already giving it to me!”

His gaze moved back down to your cunt just before he was about to lean in, and only then did he realize that you were freshly shaven. It made him blush just thinking that you might’ve shaved just for him, and that he was the only man that was getting the privilege of having you like this for his birthday.

“I didn’t know you were shaved down here.” He commented, eyes flickering up to yours to listen to your response.

“I did, just for this. I spent a long time making sure everything was clean down there so you better enjoy it.”

He could feel his heart flutter as you responded, replying with vigor in his voice, “I absolutely will. To the fullest.”

With that, he looked back to your wetness to admire it more, tracing his eyes over your folds and licking his lips at the sight of it. Every part of you was beautiful to him, and this just confirmed it.

He leaned in, sticking his tongue out slowly and taking a hesitant lick up your slit, gathering your flavor on his tongue and learning what you tasted of. He went in for another lick, and another, the speed of his laps growing until he latched onto your clit.

You tangled your fingers in his hair, letting out whimper after whimper as he dragged his tongue over your sensitive bud. It was such a new sensation that fire to your entire body.

When he started to suck on it, you had to hold yourself back from squeezing his head with your thighs, your nerves going haywire.

He looked up at you, watching your face contort with pleasure as he sucked even harder and gripped your thighs tighter. You could barely keep your legs still, the feelings in your core making them twitch while you struggled to keep them open.

“Eren— Eren.” You moaned out, grabbing onto the couch as he tried to pull you closer and push his face further into your wetness. Your hips were grinding against his face the more he lapped at your cunt, the warmth inside of you growing the longer he ate you.

Subtly, he removed one of his hands from your thighs and moved it to your folds, gathering the slick on his middle and ring fingers before he slid them inside of you. His rough digits rubbing against your walls as he pumped them inside of you combined with the animalistic devouring of your pussy almost sent you over the edge. It was becoming too much to handle. You were going to snap.

He could feel you tighten around his fingers, your release growing closer as he kept going. He wanted to know what you tasted like and be the one to make you finish. He wanted to be the one you associated with that kind of pleasure.

“I want you to cum in my mouth. Please, please.” He begged, returning to attacking your clit while he thrust his digits into you. He was roughly grinding his hips against the couch as he fingered you, his length stiff and pushing against his pants uncomfortably. He was so hard from your taste that it was almost painful.

His fingers rammed against the more sensitive parts of your cunt, every little feeling sending lightning through your veins. His sucking, touching, and rubbing had built up so much tension inside you that it only took a few more moments of his fingers brushing against your insides before you unraveled.

You were crying out as you came, legs shaking as he kept sucking to milk as much of your orgasm as he could and prolonge it. He was licking it all up, tasting as much as he could as you came down from your high. He even pulled his hand away from your warmth to taste you better, pushing his tongue inside you for a moment just to know what it felt like.

By the time he pulled away, you were a panting mess, with disheveled hair and hot face exhibiting your exhausted body. His mouth and chin were covered in slick and spit, his eyes half-lidded as they gazed over your face.

You could see the bulge in his pants clearly, and it seemed evident that he wanted to keep your intimate moment going by the fact that one of his hands was gripping the hem of your shirt while he stared at you with pleading eyes.

“Does this… mean we’re a thing now?” He broke the quiet, asking the question everyone had been waiting to be answered.

A small smile formed on your lips before you could stop it, the idea that you were finally officially together making your heart feel full. You grabbed his shirt and pulled him up to meet you face to face, leaning up to place a quick kiss on his mouth before you spoke, “I’d like to be, if that’s what you want. And we can keep going, I can see how much you want to.

His face went even redder than it was before, getting embarrassed by his hard-on being so visible, but he wanted to focus more on the other topic first. Lacing his fingers with yours like he did when he kissed you before, he pressed your hand against the couch by your head and propped himself up with his other elbow, leaning down to kiss you with all the love he could muster in the moment. He didn’t want to pull away, but equally as eager to confirm what you’d been anxiously waiting for months, he managed to and gave you the words that made your hearts swell, “I’d love to be.”

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chatterbox-73 · 2 months ago

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Kinktober 2024.

Day 12 - A minute more, please.

Reiner Braun/Eren Yeager x fem!Reader

This story is a smut story for Kinktober, I’ll be writing more characters x reader one shots for Kinktober and if you want to see a character please let me know...

You must be 18 years or older to read this...

🔞⚠️NO MINORS ALLOWED⚠️🔞

prompt: “We have to make this quick.”

Summary: Reiner had a big night planned with his friends however before he could leave you distracted him so that the only thing on his mind is you the whole time he’s out, he warned you to wait for him to get home and so if you could wait for him to come home he’d reward you. The question was what could he possibly reward you with.

Word count: 2.7k

CW: NSFW and adult content, threesum, double penetration, mention of anal, male penetration, oral (m!receiving and f!receiving), nipple play, breast play, cum on chest, quickie, edging, dirty talk, fingering, switch (reiner/eren/reader), eren bottoming and reiner topping.

Reiner hummed as he rested a hand on the small of your back and watched your cunt take him in and out, “I said we should be quick… I have to meet with the guys” he groaned and grabbed your hips guiding you into a quicker movement, you whined and began to squeeze around your boyfriend’s thick member, “I know, but it’s so good…” you moaned looking back.

You watched as Reiner watched your greedy cunt swallow him with ease, you watched as the sweat from his temples and hairline dripped down the side of his face and down his necks, “what exactly you want me to do… the guys have been planning this for weeks” he grunted and gripped your hips tighter, you sighed and forced your hips up so that only his tip rested in you, “You’re right… you’re so busy and I’m being so selfish…” you grabbed a hold of one of his hands, “…just a minute more, please daddy” you moaned and he groaned, while letting his eyes roll back and leaning up to stand, he forced his length all the way back in, Reiner grunted as his hips snapped into you repeatedly, he watched your ass shake and jiggle with each thrust of his hip.

“For Christ sake… your ass is so fat” he groaned and grabbed your flesh of your ass, he leant in and began to get lost in your dripping cunt, “I’m close, I’m gonna cum… please Daddy” you threw your head back and cried while he continued taking your tiny pussy, but suddenly stopped and looked to his phone at his phone, it was ringing, “fuck it’s bertholdt…” he sighed.

Reiner picked up his phone and answered it while still fucking you, maybe ever more frantic and rough now, “hey… what?..” he hummed and you covered your mouth, “yeah yeah… I’m coming…” he chuckled and your cunt squeeze earning your a sharp slap to the ass, “…I’m just a little stuck in something… by I’ll be there” he sighed and you could hear Bertholdt hang up.

Reiner grabbed your hips pulling you back, he moaned loudly as his head rolled back and his hips shuttered, he pulled almost all the way out of your needy cunt before thrusting desperately back in, his movement faltered and you cried as you reached down and began rubbing your clit, squeezing him as relief washed over your body, he huffed out deep breaths while his length stayed fully sheathed in you as it twitched.

“Alright baby, I gotta go…” he grinned as he tapped you ass and began to slowly pull out of you, you both groaned in disappointment at the emptiness, you stood quickly and moved before him, you knelt down and grabbed the top of the condom pulling it off and dropping it on the floor, “just a minute more, so I can clean you” you moaned and took Reiner’s length in your mouth, before you began bobbing your head sucking and licking all the cum, you hummed at the flavour but before you could get too into it he pushed your head back, “that’s enough…” he huffed watching you pout as you still rested his tip on your tongue, “I’m late, I have to get Bertholdt and Eren before heading off to the guys thing” he hummed and rolled your eyes, “you’re already late what’s it matter… besides, I’ll let you go raw” you sighed and sat back on the bed, lifting a leg and spreading your lips apart for him.

Reiner shifted and watching your open cunt clench and unclench around nothing, he pressed a tightly closed fist to his mouth before biting it and holding his hip, “fuck” he grunted through his hand, “don’t you wanna eat me and fuck me, daddy” you moaned bringing your other hand down and rubbing your clit in quick circles, “I’m so desperate for a cock daddy” you threw your head back and Reiner shifted uncomfortably, he pulled his pants and readjusted his bulge, “really tucking him into the waistband of your pants… I know his rather be in me, maybe I’ll be nice enough and let he rest in the back” you moaned and Reiner threw his hand up and walked over to you, he grabbed your face and forced you to looked at him.

“You want cock that bad?… You want something in you that bad?” Reiner growled and leant down before pressing his tongue against your swollen clit, he licked and suckled frantically, he began to quickly work you to and earth-shattering orgasm, “oh daddy yes, I’m cumming” you cried gripping his hair and bucking your hips, however just as that sweet relief was about to hit you Reiner pulled away, and walked to the front door, “you’re not cumming till daddy gets home, if you’d play with yourself, you’ll get no reward… now go get cleaned up” Reiner demanded and left, you looked out the front window and walked as Reiner got in the car and drove off.

You sat back on the bed and everything in your body was telling you to play with yourself, just enough to complete what Reiner had started, just enough to cum once, to dull the ache and relax yourself, however a voice was telling you to wait and so you did.

Despite the ache in your cunt to dressed and cleaned the house, you cooked dinner, ate, packed way leftovers, cleaned dishes and sat on the couch to watch movies, by the time your first movie finished, you had begun to get tired but couldn’t seem to get rid of the ache, you looked at the arm of the couch and contemplated, on one hand it’s be easy and so quick but on the other hand you’d disappoint Reiner if he found out, which he would.

You pressed your legs together and put another movie on the TV, however before you could get into it the front door swung open and you jumped, watched a drunken Reiner and a slight more sober Eren stumble in, “hey sorry it took so long we had to drop Bertholdt off, and we do yelled at by his girlfriend cause of how drunk he was” Eren laughed and sat Reiner and himself on the couch, “you didn’t play with yourself did you?” Reiner laughed as he placed a hand on your thigh and you jumped ready to tell at him for saying something like that in front of another person, “don’t worry he told me all about your attempt to make him stay when he picked me up…” Eren hummed in your ear and held your hip, you shivered “Is that okay baby, not angry at your daddy?” Reiner hummed and run a hand up your leg, “no, I’m not… I’m just tired of waiting” you relaxed your legs giving him access to move his hand up all the way, you looked back at Eren “why are you here?” You hummed and he laughed, “to help daddy fill you right, so that his little baby feels the most satisfied she’s ever felt” he grabbed your shoulders and whispered, you shivered and shifted in your seat “two thick cocks inside you… or maybe you can punish daddy and make him watch me have you” Eren whispered in your hear and you nodded, you liked that idea but you’re not as mean as Reiner, you wouldn’t take pleasure from him, “I want you both, I’m not that mean…” you hummed and Reiner knelt down on the floor before pulling your pants and underwear off.

You sat up and watched as he rested your legs over his shoulders before he began pressing his face into your cunt, “aww you’re so sweet, because dearest daddy was gonna make you watch as we fuck each other if you played with that little cunt” he hummed while grabbing your breasts and you looked down at Reiner with a glare, “what should I punish him with?” You asked and Eren began kissing your neck, “let me have first pick over you and let me do it raw, while making him wear one” he chuckled and Reiner glared up at Eren, you hummed at the thought and jumped slightly as Reiner blow a raspberry over your clit, you threw your head back and moaned loudly, maybe you’re being too unfair over a punishment that never happened, “alright you can pick first but you both have to wear one… no one’s going raw in me” you moaned and ran your fingers through Reiner’s hair.

Eren shifted you into his lap and with a soft groan he lifted you down onto his length, Reiner pulled back slightly but you kept your hold on his hair, “you gotta keep licking her clit, Reiner” he hummed and Reiner rolled his eyes looked from Eren to you, you nodded and he smiled before leaning back down and using his mouth to play with your clit, you moaned and felt Eren grabbed your legs lifting them before they had the chance to wrap around Reiner’s head, your walls squeezed and your opening dripped desperately, “fuck, I see what you mean… you’re a better man then I am, I’d have to have stayed home and done her all night” Eren groaning and moving a hand to brushed over Reiner’s cheek, your body stiffened at the dirty words shared and the feeling of bliss washed over you.

Eren grunted at the tightness of your walls before he slowly pulled out of you and Reiner took him into his mouth, you looked down at your boyfriend as he slowly sucked on Eren’s thickness, “shit I’ve missed your mouth” he groaned and wrapped his arms around you, before pressing his face into your neck, “your daddy and I use to fuck, but he called it off after you came along… I’m not mad, anymore” he hummed and you looked down at Reiner as he watched you, “does that make you uncomfortable?” Eren smiled and you shook your head, “no, just as long as you know… I’m the girlfriend and your the Ex” you looked to Eren and he laughed before leaning in and kissing you, it was soft and warm as Eren slipped his tongue in your mouth.

“That’s enough, remember she’s the girlfriend… my girlfriend” Reiner huffed as he stood and grabbed a fist full of your hair pulling you back from Eren, to then capture your lips for himself, as Reiner kissed you Eren shifted and moved towards the other man, he did something just out of sight of you, Reiner hummed and pulled back “alright you got it on, stop with the pumping” he huffed and this caused both you and Eren to chuckle, “well come on you whine all that time we were out about wanting to be in her again…” Eren laughed and spread your lips apart, “well now’s your chance, she’s here and ready for it… ain’t that right baby” he kissed your neck and you nodded, Reiner hesitated no longer and slipped in with one movement.

Reiners thrusts were quick and desperate, they made your pussy drip and squelch with each thrust, before long though you suddenly felt Eren’s fingers hook into the open, while Reiner continued his brutal assault, however once you got use to the stretch Eren moved onto something a little more drastic, the was when he shifted you and signalled for Reiner to slow down, “alright breath in baby and hold it” you followed Reiners instructions and waited before feeling the tip of Eren’s cock press against your entrance along side Reiner’s, just as both tips entered you Eren spoke, “now breathe out” he hummed and they both slid in to the hilt, you breathe out sharply and threw your head back moaning, “fuck, it’s so good” you spoke through sobs.

Both men grunted as the set a matching and steady pace, both in and out as a slow roll of their hips, “I’ve never been this full” you whined and grabbed onto Eren’s forearm and wrapped an arm around Reiner’s shoulder, your boyfriend held your legs as his friend continued to hold his arms around your body, “You’re so damn warm, I could get use to having you wrapped around me” Eren hummed in your ear and you moaned out a yes, “though the last time we tried to share a girl, she got jealous and grossed out by me and Eren” Reiner groaned and he stoped his movements and took a deep breath, trying to stop himself from cumming, you felt him slowly pulling out when Eren continued his movement and even shifted to be standing and facing you now.

Eren held your legs over his shoulders and slipped his pants down fully, “I wouldn’t be jealous or act like that” you moaned and watched as Reiner walked off to the bedroom before returning with a small bottle of lube, he held Eren’s waist and kissed up his neck to his ear, “you sure you wanna bottom, it’s been awhile since I was topping you” he whispered while keeping eye contact with you, you feel almost like you shouldn’t be seeing this side to them, like it was too intimate and special for your eyes, “yeah, I wanna stay inside your girl’s sweet little pussy” Eren moaned as he thrusted his hips and felt two of Reiner’s fingers slipped into him, you moaned watching Eren bite his lip, “he’s so cute when he’s taking it, always so rough and in charge but get a cock in him and he’ll purr like a kitten” Reiner hummed as he scissored his fingers in and out of him, “shut up asshole, keep going and I’ll take this condom off and get your little girlfriend pregnant” Eren hissed through a moan he was fighting to keep in the back of his throat, Reiner rolled his eyes and slowly pressed his tip into Eren, both men moaned and you hummed watching them struggle, Eren leant down into your chest and began sucking your nipples as he closed his eyes and gently rocked his hips against yours, Reiner on the other hand had a red blush cover his entire face and chest as his hips met Eren’s ass, he looked down to watch the man beneath him suck your breast and you lay there knees pressed against your shoulders, Reiner watched your eyes roll back as he rocked his hips which caused Eren’s hips to move with his, “see so submissive… maybe you should both be calling me daddy” he hummed and rubbed a hand over the small of Eren’s back, you chuckled and reached up to pinch Reiner’s nipple, “oh yeah, remember that time I licked your nipples while riding you… ‘mummy please… mummy I’m cumming too quickly’” you laughed and twisted his nipple causing him to whine and his knees to buckle, “aww is that too much daddy” you moaned and Eren chuckled feeling Reiner twitch desperately in him, “he always acts so in control only to buckle and bend as soon as you toy with him a little…” Eren grunted as he started moving his hips in a strong motion, “…he’d have come so quickly if I was in him, and you’d have been left disappointed” he whispered against your chest and you moaned wrapping your arms around his neck.

You noticed both man began to work each other up, one would so sometimes and the other would reach in accord, all while laid back and enjoyed their little act, however you soon began to get closer and closer to cumming, you moaned and Eren leaned up, he heard your hips down as he began thrust harder into you, “just a minute more, just wait for us” he groaned and Reiner pulled out of Eren, before moving onto the couch and removing his condom, he began pumping himself quickly before he groaned and pumped his hot cum into your tits, “shit look at those, bouncing and covered in cum” Eren groaned and you began squeezing him no longer able to wait, you legs shook and your eyes closed as your hole spasmed around him, Eren quickly pulled out and yanked his condom off before his came on your breast as well, “damn that’s hot… you look so good cumming on my baby” Reiner sighed and kissed Erens neck, before grabbing onto one of the cum cover breast and squeeze it, “so good” Eren huffed as he relaxed on Reiners chest.

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tomiokas-lunchbox · 2 years ago

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Hot af 🔥🔥🔥

Restrained

Pairing: Eren Jaeger X Female Reader

Genre: College AU, Smut, Fluff

Word Count: 10K

Summary: Caught having another girl sitting on his lap during a party, your boyfriend, Eren Jaeger tries to make it up to you by being your plaything for the night.

Warnings: rough and unprotected penetrative sex, bondage, daddy kink, reader masturbating while Eren watches, cunnilingus, blow job, hand job, recorded while performing oral sex, overstimulation, cum play, choking, dirty talk, use of marijuana, heavy swearing, dom!reader, bratty sub!eren

AN: Wrote this for my best girl, Lauren @ackersune! Sorry it took me so long to do your request, darling, but I hope you'll like this one (this is probably the filthiest sex scene I've ever written 🥵I'm so sorry)

Poster art by the most talented @rainbuniart (follow her on Twitter)

When you told him, “Eren, I don’t think I can hang out with you tonight. My assignment is due on Monday and I still have a lot of things I need to work on,” you felt awful, partially because a) you haven’t been properly spending time together with him in the last two weeks because of that so-called assignment, b) you’ve missed him terribly to the point you started noticing how many words in your textbook were pronounced like his name (barren, marron, heron), and c) he seemed surprisingly cool about it even when you had promised him that you’d go see a movie together with him tonight.

Usually, when you cancel your plans with him, he would be grousing and fuming about it for days like a child. A week ago, for example, he was throwing tantrums in the hallway of your dorm. “I can’t believe you blew me off like that,” he complained with the biggest pout on his face. “I was really looking forward to our date last night, you know. I was ready to buy you flowers, flavored condoms, and everything. And Toblerones, so it was a pretty serious thing for me.”

“But you hadn’t bought them, right?”

“Yeah, well, I was about to.” He rolled his eyes. “Babe, you’re missing the point!”

“I said I’m sorry.”

He averted his gaze, muttering. “Easy for you to say.”

“Eren, for the third time, it wasn’t like we had a reservation at some fancy restaurant or anything. We were just going to order some take-out and watch a movie together at your place.”

He was practically puffing out his cheeks at this point. “I was looking forward to what comes after that.”

“And what is that?”

Jutting out his lower lip even further, he grumbled under his breath. “Me bending you over the table and fucking you from behind.”

“Hmm, figured.”

It was both cute, sweet, and slightly disgusting at the same time but Eren had always been like this from day one and this playful side of him was what made him so endearing (although your roommate Annie would probably make a whole PowerPoint presentation to prove you that no, he’s not endearing, he’s the most gigantic imbecile the world has ever known). Honestly, it even made you feel special too, in some ways, as he never behaved like this in front of anyone else. This childish, more honest, and mischievous side of him was only for your eyes to see and your lips to kiss.

That was a week ago, and just this evening you did the same thing to him again.

You expected him to go, “Damn it, babe, you’ve canceled our plans for like, what, seven times already?” (It was only the second time but Eren could be a little dramatic sometimes). “And for the same reason?! I mean, I have papers to work on too, but I’d never ditch you like this!”

But that was in your head. Because in reality, he only went, “Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Yeah.”

“You’re not… upset about it?”

“Do you want me to be upset about it?”

“Err… No, but I thought you’d be—” You stopped yourself just in time. This was a good thing, right? You could work on your assignment without having your boyfriend seethe on the other side of your phone call. “Well, okay, then. I guess we can hang out tomorrow night? I can stay over at your place.”

“Cool.”

“Or you can stay at mine. Annie won’t be here.”

“Sure.”

You waited. You didn’t know what you wanted him to say but you waited. He wasn’t treating you coldly. His tone was light and casual, but for someone who usually spoke a minimum of ten words in a sentence, this was weird. When you could only hear silence from the other line, you restrained yourself from breaking into a heavy sigh. “So…” you tarried, a little bit unsettled with how uncharacteristically calm he was being. “What are your plans for the night, then?”

“Don’t know.”

“M-maybe you could go and meet up with the boys? It’s been a while since you hang out with them, right? I heard Jean is having a party tonight at his house.”

“You want me to go to the party?”

Honestly? You didn’t. Not if he was going there without you. “Sure,” you added a fake smile, even when you knew he couldn’t see it. “I feel really bad about canceling our plans. Go have a boys' night out or something—if that’s even a thing. I’m sure you’ll have fun.”

There was a pause. Somewhere in your mind, you could tell he was vexed about it but when you apologized again, he simply said, “Okay,” which somehow made him sound like he was not okay with it, but at the same time, you couldn’t force him to say what he truly felt if he didn’t want to. The last time you forced him to speak his thoughts, he snapped at you. He apologized right away but you sure as hell didn’t want to repeat that mistake.

“What do, uhh, boys even do during a boys' night out?” You chuckled dryly.

“We just look at some porn and jerk each other off, I guess,” Eren answered and you chortled, but he wasn’t laughing with you and yours felt strained. After another few failed attempts at breaking the tension, you decided to end the call. “Well, I gotta return to my papers. Promise me you’ll have fun tonight, okay?”

“Okay.”

His okay started to grow a little bit worrying and irritating in your ears. “Bye, Rennie.”

“Bye, babe.”

“I miss yo—” Eren cut off the call before you could finish your line, leaving you staring at your phone screen with knitted eyebrows. Your stomach swirled, your heart lying heavily inside your chest. You tossed your phone back to the desk and you sighed. He’s definitely upset.

That was around five hours ago, and during those five hours, you could barely concentrate on your work. You kept thinking about him, kept trying to figure out whether his okay was just a facade to make you feel okay, though, in the end, it just only made you feel ten times worse. You only managed to write two more pages for your thesis and they were nowhere near perfect. Shutting down your MacBook, you sigh, I’m gonna have to revise them again later.

Eren is at the party. You can tell because Armin just posted a new story on his Instagram account and you could see your boyfriend sitting on the edge of the table with his eyes filled with boredom, sipping beer from his red plastic cup. Armin, Marco, and Frans are shouting random things at the camera, slurring their words because unlike Eren who can handle his alcohol pretty well, they’re already smashed after their fourth cup. He’s just chilling in the background, his legs dangling a few inches off the floor. When Armin shouted at him to say hi, he just raised his middle finger in the air and flashed it to the camera.

It’s obvious that he’s not enjoying the party as he should. And you know that he would’ve had much more fun if you were there. Can’t stand it any longer, you decide to take a quick shower, put some light make-up on and dress yourself in your favorite top and jeans. You don’t send him a text to let him know that you’re going to Jean’s party, thinking that it would be better to just show up and surprise your boyfriend with a kiss.

Just about an hour later, you’re walking past Jean’s front door, welcomed by the scent of sweat mixed with booze, cigarettes, with a splash of something that will definitely give you a headache tomorrow morning. The music is loud, too loud, but people are dancing to it with laughs and giggles like their ears aren’t about to burst in any given seconds.

You break past the crowds, moving from one couple to another, grimacing at the sight of them practically fucking on the dance floor. You’re getting dizzy, your eyes trying to scan the room under the flickering party lights, your body keeps being pushed here and there by people who spilled their drinks all over the carpet. You’re about to stop and take a breather when you see someone sporting his usual jacket and man-bun, sitting on a couch with his legs spread.

And a half-naked girl sitting on top of his lap.

Your heart plummets to your stomach, shriveling at the sight. Historia Reiss, you recall her name, one of the most popular girls in your campus, dressed in nothing but a skimpy silk tank top and a short skirt that rides up her thighs. Her backside is practically exposed, showcasing porcelain-like milky skin. She’s sitting on one of his thighs, her arm naturally winding around your boyfriend’s shoulders for support, tossing her luscious hair back to showcase her cleavage. Her beauty is stunning, to the point that you would’ve mistaken her as a model if it wasn’t because of her short height.

Eren, with the silver piercing on his ear glinting under the spectrum of light, has his eyes barely opened when she twirls her manicured fingers around his key-shaped pendant—fingers that, you’re sure, are just itching to rake their way down his back later tonight. He has a joint resting in one hand, the scent of marijuana filling the air. He brings the roll up to his lips, taking another long huff before he draws it away. The petite girl curls her fingers around his wrist and drags his hand closer, taking a drag from his joint, maintaining eye contact as she does it. Eren watches with hazy eyes, entranced by the way she effortlessly does it, blowing out air with her head thrown back so he can marvel at the column of her throat. When she giggles, a little smile breaks upon his lips. “Good?” He asks.

“Oh, the best,” she sighs, flirtatious and sensual. “Do it again.” You can somehow make out the words she said and Eren brings the joint closer to her lips but she shakes her head. “You know what I mean.”

When realization washes over him, it washes over you too. And when he draws his joint to his lips, sucking a breath, that does it.

You turn around on your heels; anger and jealousy scratching their claws against your insides, making you feel nauseous and disgusted at the sight that you have no other choice but to leave. As you make your way out, your head’s too shrouded by the thoughts of him that you can barely pay attention to anything else, you bump against a girl. She shouts at you, loud enough for Eren—who’s sitting just a couple of meters away from where you’re standing—to hear. He catches sight of you before you leave, eyes widening in surprise before he pushes Historia off his lap. Ignoring her protest, he jumps back to his feet, chasing after you.

You can hear your name being called repeatedly, but you play deaf. It’s such a huge fucking mistake coming over here and you know you’re going to feel even much worse if you stay even a minute longer. But when Eren catches your wrist, his fingers firm and strong around you, what else can you do?

“Baby,” he says, a little out of breath but other than that, nothing else seems unusual. “I didn’t realize you came. You should’ve let me know—”

“So you can do what?” You whirl around, facing him with a scowl. “So you could be more secretive? Take her to the bedroom and fuck her behind my back?” A voice in your head tells you that you're just being dramatic. It’s very unlikely for him to cheat on you, is it? But after working yourself for days trying to finish your thesis, all this exasperation building inside, it’s hard for you to not be dramatic.

“What?” He’s not offended, not insulted by the tone you’re using. He’s just genuinely confused. “What are you talking about?”

You open your mouth, ready to shout at him with this anger building up inside but you don’t want to cause a scene. It’s just not worth it. You’re not going to make your life look like a sappy scene from a teen drama more than it already does. So, instead of explaining, you simply mutter, “I’m going home,” as you turn around and walk away. You snatch your phone from your pocket, ready to call for a cab to pick you up when he tries to steal your attention back.

“Let me take you then,” he says, moving to stand before you, blocking your path. “I’m about to head back to the dorm too.”

“I’m just gonna take a cab.”

“Babe, seriously, what the hell is going on?” He almost whines in frustration, acting like he didn’t just have a girl sitting on his lap with her hands on his body, about to do the same thing he did once with you when he took you to your first frat party. “Talk to me, please.”

You can’t. Not now. But Eren gathers your face in his hands, lifting it so he can lock your gazes. “Baby,” he turns gentler, his breath tastes like alcohol and weed. “Whatever I did, I’m sorry.”

Whatever I did, I’m sorry? You repeat with disgust in your head. Never had an apology sounded so infuriating in your ears before. You take a hold of his wrist, leaning away from his touch. And with a quiver in your voice, coming from uncontainable rage instead of sadness, you tell him:

“Stay away from me.”

***

You’re being immature, you know that. You don’t like him when he gives you a silent treatment but you’re doing the same thing to him now. For three days you’ve been ignoring his calls. You haven’t read his texts. You pretend like you don’t hear him when he shouts your name in the crowd. You try to avoid him as best as you can in the hallways. Hell, you even ask Annie to tell him that you’re not in the dorm even when you’re curling up on your bed. But of course, you can’t avoid him forever.

When he goes all the way to pick you up after your study session with friends ended, asking you to grab some coffee together, you feel bad and unfair. You wish you could talk to him, but every time you see his face, you just remember the way Historia was perched so casually on his lap as if they had done that a million times before. Did they use to date? Or do they just casually hook up at parties? God, you don’t even want to start thinking about that.

“Thank you,” you tell him with a forced smile. “But I’m tired. I’m just gonna go back to my dorm and get some sleep.”

Eren is starting to lose his patience, you can tell, but he tries his best not to display any sentiment on his face. “I’m walking you there.”

“Eren—”

“I insist.”

The pressure in his voice makes you sigh, and you let him do what he wants. It feels like you’re walking ten feet apart from each other even when your knuckles almost brush. Eren grinds his jaw, fighting the chaos of his emotions. He doesn’t speak a word and neither do you. You thought it would make you feel relieved, but it didn’t. You only feel worse.

“Is Annie here?” he asks when you’re rummaging your bag to find your key.

“No. She’s with Armin.”

“Then we should talk.”

Defeated, you let out a weary sigh. “Fine.” You push your door open and let him in.

He walks in first, turning around to face you. He looks handsome today, more so than usual as he had a presentation to do earlier this afternoon. He’s wearing all black from head to toe. His button-down shirt has three of his top buttons unfastened, showcasing a glimpse of sun-kissed skin and his toned chest. His sleeves are rolled up to his elbows, the veins in his arms protuberant. His dark jeans hug his thighs perfectly, accentuating his long legs. Eren wears his hair loose, the ends of his long silky strands brushing against his shoulders.

The second you close the door behind you, he cuts to the chase. “Okay, this is starting to drive me crazy, so I’m gonna ask you this and you’re gonna stop doing whatever it is you’re doing right now and talk to me. Can we do that, please?”

You drag your eyes away from him, leaning your back against the front door.

“What did I do wrong?” he questions, already turning restive when you don’t utter a word. “I know you’re pissed at me but I’ve been spending the last three days trying to rewind everything that happened between us and I still don’t know what the hell is going on.”

God, give me patience. “I saw you at the party,” you utter with a blank face. “With a girl.”

“With a girl?” He knits his eyebrows together. “What do you mean with a girl? I went there alone.”

That’s it. He can play dumb as much as he wants but you’re not having it. “Historia Reiss, you asshole!”

For a moment, his furrow turns deeper, scrutinizing you with confusion in his eyes, but then—

He laughs.

For some reason, Eren is laughing like a fucking child, full of mirth, guffawing even. And he continues to do so even when you’re throwing ice daggers with your eyes.

“What is so funny?” You don’t raise your voice, you just let your anger speak through your tone.

“Nothing, it’s just—” He takes a deep breath, hoping it would stop him from cackling like a mad man. His body may stop shaking from laughter, but the little smile on his lips remains and it irks you just as much. “You’re being so ridiculous right now.”

“Excuse me?” A muscle in your jaw twitches, just like the vein that almost pops on your forehead. “I’m being ridiculous?”

“Yes,” he almost laughs again, but thankfully—and fortunately for him—he manages to stop himself at the last second. “It’s ridiculous that you’re jealous of her. She’s gay, babe.” His grin turns wider when he notices you blinking in surprise. “She’s not into boys.”

Okay, what? If it’s true, then you’re absolutely ashamed of yourself for jumping to a conclusion like that. But then again— “She doesn’t look like that when you had your face glued to her neck the other night.”

“I was just talking to her. The music was loud—”

“Oh, yeah, right.”

He doesn’t like it when you cut him off, but he doesn’t comment on it. “Fine. You don’t believe me?” He sticks his hand inside the back pocket of his jeans, snatching his phone. “Here, you can look at my texts.”

You snort, throwing your face to the side. “I don’t want to read your texts.”

He takes a few strides forward, closing the gap between you. He shows you his phone screen, his voice turning gentle. “Just read them.”

Still scowling at him, you let out a harsh breath, taking the phone away from his fingers. You’re looking at his Discord chats, where he’s been exchanging direct messages with the same blond girl under the username RoyalQueen_Historia. Your eyes immediately move from one text to another, your thumb sliding up the screen to scroll down to his earlier messages.

Eren, oh my God, Historia said in her text. Those tips you gave me at the party the other day? THEY WORKED!

“Tips?” You ask with a frown. “You gave her some tips?”

Oblivious to your thoughts, he cheekily grins. “I did.”

“About what?”

“Oral sex.”

“You taught her how to suck a dick?” Naturally, your mind starts inventing scenarios of Eren telling Historia to go down on her knees, his hand tugging at the roots of her hair as he slides his cock in and out of her mouth, telling her to do this and that to maximize his pleasure. You don’t feel like reading his chats anymore, but Eren keeps his haughty smirk displayed on his face.

“Go on,” he suggests. Fear is absent in his eyes. “Read some more and you’ll find out.”

With your mouth set in a hard line, you do as you’re told, only to find yourself turning flustered for the next three seconds.

They were talking about her performing cunnilingus on her girlfriend, Ymir.

Holy shit, Eren, she went INSANE when I went down on her last night. No wonder your girlfriend fucking loves you. I can’t wait to try your other tips later today. You’re a lifesaver.

You’re stupefied, clutching on his phone with both hands as you read her last text.

“Yeah, see?” He simpers. “She’s gay.”

Now that you look at it—your thumb tapping on her profile to take a closer look at her display picture—you can see a photo of her sharing a kiss with a girl who has freckles on her cheeks. Their lips as they touch are noticeably curving up into smiles.

Oh, wow, okay, she really is a lesbian. And so, you feel relieved, but only for a few seconds before you realize something.

Fuck.

With a little gulp, you look up at him. Eren’s puckish grin has returned, his chin tilting up pompously. “I mean, I could be mean and make fun of you about this,” he sneers, taking his phone away and tossing it to your bed. “But since I’m a good boyfriend, I won’t do it.”

You exhale heavily through your nose. It's stupid. This is stupid. You’re stupid. You know you should say sorry but somehow your dignity won’t let you.

“Wait, what did you say?” Eren inclines his face to the side, his hand cupping his ear as if to hear you better when you haven’t said a single word. “You said you’re sorry? Aww, baby, you don’t have to. I know you didn’t mean what you said.”

You almost snarl at him. His childish side has returned and he’s as annoying as ever. “I will apologize for this, yes,” you say through gritted teeth. “But I still have my reasons to be mad at you.”

His smile slips. “What do you mean?”

God, you can’t believe you have to explain this to him but your boyfriend can be so laid-back and insensitive sometimes. “Okay, let’s imagine for a sec. You know Floch is gay, right? Now, imagine me sitting on his lap at a party, my hand around his shoulders, sharing joints. Asking him to fucking blew smoke into my mouth. How would you feel about it?”

There’s no amusement on his face. If anything, a scowl starts to form. “Historia and I did not do that.”

“Eren, I saw her telling you to do it.”

“Did you see me doing it?”

You loosen up your scarf. Somehow, it’s starting to feel a bit hot. “Well… No.”

“Yeah, cause you ran off after that.” He rolls his eyes. “Babe, she wasn’t asking me to blow smoke into her mouth. She wanted to see me do my party trick.”

“What party trick?”

“Making smoke rings with my mouth,” he admits rather bashfully as if he knew just how pathetic it sounded. “Look, Historia and I have been friends since kindergarten, okay? We do stupid shits together.”

“How come I’ve never seen you before with her, then?”

“Because I’d rather spend my time with you!” He almost shouts, frustrated. “And you keep blowing me off!”

His sudden burst startles you. “I wasn’t blowing you off.”

“I know. I know you had some stuff to do but—” He exhales sharply, running a hand through his hair. “Look,” he tries again, both his tone and his gaze are much softer this time. “I don’t want us to fight.”

Even if you try to be tough, you can’t help but melt a little from his words. Tucking your chin, you mumble, “I don’t want us to fight either.”

There are a few seconds that pass by with both of you staying reticent. Then Eren takes the final step, your bodies are mere inches away from one another. He lays one hand on the door, right beside your head. His other one finds your chin, angling your face upward. Your eyes peer into his viridian ones, his lips only a breath away when he whispers, “Do you miss me?”

You do. You missed him every second when he wasn’t here. You missed him even when you fought. You miss him even more now as he is so close and yet feels so far. “I do,” you breathe out. His smile is delicate when he hears your words and he presses your temples together. The fingers that were trapping your chin, have now moved to frame your jaw, lightly brushing your cheekbone before he tucks your hair behind your ear.

“Tell me how much?” He asks, tilting his head slightly to the side like a little boy.

You pout. “Are you messing with me?”

“No,” he chuckles once. “I just want to hear you say the words. It’s been a while since you told me you missed me. Or loved me.”

There’s a hint of shyness in his voice, and you realize that he’s not teasing you. He genuinely misses the way you sound when you tell him I miss you. Misses the way your lips move when you speak the words I love you. Misses the way your gaze turns affectionate when he whispers the words back followed by your name.

Eren really, really misses you, probably more than you miss him.

And to be fair, no matter what excuses you have, you did blow him off. “I’m sorry,” you murmur, standing on your toes to meet his lips in a brief kiss. “For not spending time with you. And for… doubting you like this.”

“No, like you said, you had your reasons.” A tender smile graces his lips. “I mean, right now, I’m still upset over the thought of you sitting on that dumbass Ken doll’s lap.”

You giggle. “You’re ridiculous.”

“God, how much I’ve missed hearing you laugh like this.” He brushes his lips against your forehead, making you smile as you feel your heart warm up. “How about I make it up to you?”

“I’m not gonna have sex with you, if that’s what you’re offering,” you reply, to both of your dismay, really.

“Why not?”

“‘Cause Annie can come back here any second.”

“We’ll tell her to wait outside.” He lowers his head, his nose skimming against the skin of your neck. “I haven’t touched you in two weeks, baby. I need to feel you again.” He moves to your ear, clamping his lips around your lobe. “Need to feel you around me.” The way his breath caresses your skin makes you shiver. “Need to feel how tight you are.”

And he’s back to being the tantalizing demon that he is, speaking breathily against your ear because he knows just how sexy he sounds when he does it. That little mmm when he nibbles on your shell isn’t helping either.

You lay a hand on his chest, pushing him away. “Jesus, you can’t just say stuff like that.”

He snickers, tapping his index finger against your nose. “You seem to enjoy it.”

“Oh, shut up.” You swat his hand away. “What can you offer me anyway?”

“Hmm…” He pretends to ruminate but the naughtiness in his eyes never falters. Then, his hand finds his belt, fingers toying with the strap before he unclasps it. “How about we use this?”

“You want to tie me up?” You almost groan. “You’re kidding, right? The last time you did that to me, I ended up with bruises all over my body, so, no. As great as it was, I’m too tired to do it again. And I have a presentation to do tomorrow. I don’t want my hickeys stealing the spotlight again, thank you very much.”

“Well, maybe it’s time for you to get your revenge.” As you frown, his smirk turns wider. He unbuttons his shirt all the way down, keeping his eyes on you as he does it. You try to keep a straight face as your eyes wander to his sculpted chest, the ridges of his abdomens are just as ravishing as the last time you saw them.

“What do you mean?”

“I want you to tie me up.”

Okay, so obviously you did not see that coming. Eren has always been the dominant one in bed, sometimes even going too overboard with his fingers wrapped around your neck and his teeth sinking into your shoulder. You weren’t kidding when you said the last time he bound your hands together in a motel room, he left your body with bruises, painted by his lips and teeth, formed by how tightly he gripped onto your hips as he took you from behind.

So, hearing him say the words tie me up almost feels surreal.

This is probably just a trick, you snort. “You’re just gonna complain halfway.”

“Well, true, I do like tying you up better,” he snickers. “Why don’t we make it a game, then? If you can make me beg for you to release my hands, I’ll do your assignments for a week.”

It’s tempting. Very tempting, as he is one of the smartest kids on your campus even when he’s only been giving a minimum effort so far. “And what if I can’t?”

“Well…” Placing both hands on the wall, each one on each side of your head, Eren presses his hips against yours, grinding as if you were two strangers losing themselves over a drink in a nightclub. Your heart throbs when you feel the tent in his pants. It’s been a while since you both were this intimate. You can feel his breath caressing your cheek, the intoxicating scent of his bergamot perfume making your head swirl. “We’re gonna go on a trip this weekend.” He lazily drags his fingertips from your cheekbones to your jaw. “I’ll book a nice hotel for two days.”

He’s now tracing over the pulsating vein in your neck, making you swallow your breath. “A-and then what?”

“I’m not gonna let you fucking leave, that’s for sure.” He bites his lower lip, his eyes turning half-lidded, glazed with lust. “And I won’t just tie you up, baby.” His hand cups the front of your throat, giving you a light squeeze just for a taste. His lips are brushing against your ear, his low moan reverberating when he plants a wet kiss on the spot below it. “Won’t stop even if you beg me either.” He chuckles in satisfaction when he feels you shivering a little underneath his touch. “I’m gonna ruin you, fuck you until you cry. I want to fuck you until you can't walk or talk, or fucking see straight. I’m gonna fuck you so hard, you'll feel like you can’t breathe.” He separates his mouth to suck hard on the side of your neck, teeth grinding against it until a bruise blooms beautifully on your skin. “I’ll keep fucking you until you pass out on my bed, voice hoarse from screaming out my name. I’m gonna use you, baby girl, every inch of you as I please.”

His words are magic spells and it’s frightening how easily you succumb to him when he’s like this. If he wants it, Eren can tug on your strings like a marionette. He can make you say the words he wants to hear, make you arch your back with his thrust, bend you over and fold your body in half as if you’re his sex doll.

“But,” he coos, taking a step away to let you breathe. “I won’t do that just yet. Like I said, I’m gonna make it up to you.”

Eren unties his belt, looping the end once through the buckle, stopping midway, before looping back, forming a figure 8. Then he places his wrists in each loop, grabbing the end of the belt with his teeth and tugging tightly until each loop is snug around his wrists. He releases the belt from his lips, mischief clouding his features, the impishness of his smirk surpasses the devil himself. “I’m all yours for the night, baby.” He presents his wrists to you in surrender. “Mark me up and use me as you will.”

You never considered yourself as a shy person, though you did have a few moments of weakness where his words got to your head and burned your cheeks with them. But you’re not easily flustered, always confident with your body. And when you have a lover telling you how pretty you are every time you get together, his lips appreciating every inch of your skin like you’re a piece of art, there’s no reason for you to feel insecure.

But tonight… Tonight, you’re more brazen than ever.

“Hmm, is that so?” Your smirk matches his when you step forward and slant your lips together. It starts light as you’re both still smiling into the kiss, but once they falter, tongues dart out to dance in the gap between your mouths before you plunge yours inside his hot cavern. Eren groans against the kiss, realizing that it’s not the taste of your lip gloss that he misses, it’s the taste of your mouth. Your hands are sliding up his chest, pushing down the fabric off his shirt just a little until they hang loose on his shoulders.

He grunts when he feels your nails clawing against his skin, raking them down from his collarbone to the middle of his stomach until he’s all marred with red lines. Your hands drift down to his belt, unfastening it from around his wrists. He breaks the kiss, asking you with a questioning brow. “You’re not gonna tie me up?”

You don’t answer him, only winding one arm around his neck, pulling him down to you to share yet another kiss. Eren guides you toward the bed, his body pushing forward until the back of your knee knocks against your bed. You know he wants you to lie down and spread your legs for him, but you don’t give him the satisfaction. You have his belt in one hand, your lips mapping their way down from his throat to the middle of his chest before you drive him away.

“On your knees.”

There’s something in your tone—reek with confidence and superiority—that staggers him for the first two seconds. “What?”

“You want to make it up to me, right?” You remind him with a sultry heat in your eyes. “Kneel.”

He doesn’t know what you’re planning to do just yet, but he obeys because whatever it is you have in your head, he knows he’ll love it.

Eren goes down to his knees, waiting with a little smirk on his face as you circle him. “You can still touch me if I tie you up that way, so…:” You bind his hands together behind his back, tightening his belt around his wrists and tugging on it until you witness him flinching. “Too tight, Sweetheart?” You murmur in a low seductive voice that has his body shuddering, but Eren simply chuckles.

“Not tight enough—” The cockiness in his voice vanishes at once when he feels you pulling again, the leather edges of his belt are now digging torturously into his skin. He refrains himself from hissing in pain.

“There, there.” You give him a cute peck on the top of his head before you move to stand before him once again. “Bear with me, okay, Rennie? It will only be a little while.” But once a thought fleets through your head, a Cheshire Cat grin paints your lips. “Well, actually, it depends.”

“Depends on what?”

“How fast you make me cum.”

That provocative look in your eyes, the way you’re staring down at him like you’re his queen and he’s nothing but your slave, it touches him on a level that makes breathing damn near impossible. But you haven’t even started yet.

You undress in front of him, peeling your clothes one by one as if you had all the time in the world but Eren feels like his time is running out. The more skin you expose to his eyes, the more he grows impatient, his blood pressure rising to dangerous proportions. Once you’ve left in nothing but your lingerie, you take a seat on the edge of your bed, spreading your legs wide apart. His eyes traverse down your body, watching you slide two fingers above your clothed heat.

“Now, sit back and watch,” you croon with your chin tilted up, your fingers pushing your panties to the side. You spread open your lips, letting him catch a glimpse of your protruding clit. “I’m gonna remind you just how much you miss me.”

***

“God, baby…” Eren doesn’t mean his words to slip out in a form of a breathy sigh that’s sketched with nothing but yearning. But now that they've departed from his lips, he just wishes you don’t hear them. He doesn't want you to know just how hopeless he is right now. But who is he kidding, really? Even if you didn’t catch his words, his face is filled with that intense desire that threatens his last vestige of control. He needs you and it shows.

But of course, you did. You heard him well. And you love it.

Eren is losing his mind.

He’s still kneeling on the floor, keeping his mouth shut as he observes you with both eyes wide open, just as he's ordered to. He may look obedient right now, but you know the second you unbind him, he’s going to use his belt on you like last time. The bed is high enough for his mouth to pleasure you with ease in that position, but you keep your distance. You’re not going to let him touch you, not yet.

Now that your lingerie has been cast aside, the sight of your beautiful, naked body evokes a myriad of sinful thoughts and bombard him with primal hunger. You’ve never done this before, never gone all the way seducing him like a devil luring an angel to fall from heaven. But Eren wants to fall, doesn’t he? He’s already falling.

The belt around his wrists feels like it’s sinking a millimeter lower into his skin every time he tries to break free. The pain reminds him to stay put, but it doesn’t wash away his craving. If anything, it just makes his blood boil, wanting to tear you apart.

Because look at you. Sitting with your legs wide open at the edge of your bed, your bottom lip tucked irresistibly between your teeth, your heavy gaze consuming him. You have one hand pressed against the sheets behind you, propping you up as you draw obscene circles on your clit. Keeping your eyes locked together, you probe your digits against your entrance, just taking a few of your juices before you raise them to your lips. Eren’s throat feels parched when he watches you push your fingers inside, wishing you were thrusting them inside his mouth instead. Hollowing your cheeks around them, you suck and lap every bit of your taste off your fingers. Now that they're lubricated with enough saliva, you bring them back to your heat.

When he asked you to tie him up, Eren didn’t think you were going to be such a fucking tease. He expected you to go down on him, to bounce on his lap as you fuck yourself and cum on his cock. He didn’t plan to go through this torture, as exhilarating as it is.

He pitches his voice low. “Baby.”

Your confidence transforms your face, making you look ten times more enchanting. Even with two of your fingers scissoring deep inside you, you show no hint of shyness. You’re a succubus and he is your prey, trapped under your spell and dazed from your charm. “Hmm?” Your voice is dripping with allure, melodious when you speak. “What is it, Rennie?” You bring your free hand to your chest, squeezing your left mound. You’re performing a show, maintaining eye contact before he locks his gaze at the way you’re pumping your fingers inside you. “Like what you see?”

So much, it knocks all senses away from his head. Eren swears under his breath, his eyes turning half-lidded, brimming with lust. “You’re fucking beautiful.”

“I know.” The naughtiness in your voice makes his cock twitch inside his jeans.

It’s like you were possessed. The devil’s inside you, controlling you. You’re overflowing with confidence, your expression is obscene and Eren would think about you for months after this with his hand around his cock, picturing this exact face of yours behind his lids as he thrust into his fist.

“Let me touch you,” he says, not yet pleading but close. “I want to make you cum.”

“Hmm, I don’t know about that,” you interrupt yourself with a moan, throwing your head back as you lift your hips slightly in the air, rocking yourself against your fingers. He feels like he's watching the filthiest porn, only this time, he's not allowed to enjoy it. “You can’t touch me with your hands like that, can you? Let alone make me cum.”

“Is that a challenge?” It astonishes you that he still has the strength to curve up his lips into a smirk. “Why don’t you be a good girl and beg Daddy to fuck you nicely with his tongue?”

You snort. “Yeah, you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“What, too scared?” His smile turns coquettish. “The last time I used my mouth on you, you came in, like, what, five minutes? It was almost embarrassing, Sweetheart.”

You almost roll your eyes. It seems like you need to work a lot harder to break him apart.

But the truth is, that was his last straw on trying to act cocky. And seeing you unfazed by his words only frustrates him even more. The second you return to ignoring him, touching yourself as you please, Eren realizes that he’s been dancing on the palm of your hands from the start. He knows you want him to lose the bet, and God, he’s never wanted to lose this much in his life, which is strange as he’s a very competitive person to begin with. But doing your assignments for a week? When he already has his own to deal with? And keeping up with your constant mockery? Really?

“Eren, look.” With one hand hooked around your thigh to keep your legs as far apart as you can, you retract your fingers away from your entrance only to spread your lower lips. “Can you see it?”

His heart elevates to his throat and he tries to swallow it back with a big gulp. He can see it. Can see your slick dripping out of your heat, can see your hole twitching as you clench and unclench your walls around nothing. “It’s missing your cock, baby,” you say.

A whine almost escapes him. “Fuck, just come here and ride me, baby.” He doesn’t care if he sounds desperate. He is desperate. “I want you—I need you so bad.”

Now, that’s more like it, you think gleefully to yourself. “Oh, you do? I didn’t notice that.”

Every tease comes out so effortlessly that it vexes him even more. His jeans are tight, so tight especially when his member is throbbing with every thrust of your fingers inside your cunt. He wants nothing more than to have your hands working on his zipper, breaking him free out of his confinement only for you to take it inside your mouth.

You can laugh all you want, but your patience has its own limit too. He’s not the only one who misses how good it feels when your bodies are connected, especially when you've been separated this long. “Fine,” you huff, sliding your fingers out of you. They're soaked, glistening under the fluorescent light. Stepping down the bed and kneeling in front of him to match his line of vision, you smear your juices on his face by dragging your fingers from his jaw to his cheek before you slip them past his lips. “Come on,” you taunt him. “Clean them up.”

Releasing a heavy breath through his nose, Eren sucks on your fingers, moaning lowly on your taste. You slide them out, letting him swirl his tongue around your tips before you push them back in. “Good boy.” Your velvety voice offers no comfort, only causing his impatience to race through him. You shift your hand down to his jeans, cupping his bulge. He almost whimpers at the sensation. Fuck, he’s so aroused it’s not even funny that the slightest of your touch feels like a fucking blessing to him.

“Oh my,” you fake a gasp. “Eren, you’re so hard down here. You should’ve let me know.”

“I’m gonna make you pay for this,” he hisses back but the second you stroke him again, the venom on his tone turns pathetic. "Baby—"

“Aaw,” you pout, batting your eyelashes cutely at his whine. “Didn’t you say that this was my chance to get my revenge?”

Eren’s entire brain has shut down. With a harsh grunt, he snaps, “Damn it, enough with the teasing. You can’t keep—”

You slap a palm over his mouth, leaving him stunned. "I can." His eyes largen, surprised at the way your honeyed voice suddenly turns perilous. “Keep running your mouth like that and I’m not gonna let you cum,” you utter, ending the pressure in your sentence with a conceited smile. “You got that, baby?”

Eren watches you without a word when you unfasten your hair tie from your wrist, still too shocked to form one. “As much as I love seeing you with your hair down.” You reach forward to gather his strands in your hands, tying his luscious locks up in a messy bun. “I don’t want it to get in the way.”

Of what? He wonders, but he gets his answer the second you rise back to your feet. Your cunt is just a few inches away from his face. All he has to do to get a sliver of your taste is tilt his head up slightly and dart out his tongue. “You want me to sit on your cock?” You place your hand at the back of his skull, guiding him forward. “You better warm me up.”

His stomach flips at your words—no, your command. You’ve never been this controlling, never been this demanding and dominating and he thought he would hate it, as it was supposed to be his role to play, but now that he finds himself quite literally kneeling and begging for you to fuck him, he realizes that there’s only one thing that courses through his veins.

Thrill.

It feels humiliating at first when his realization dawns on him. Am I a fucking masochist? He shouts internally but he’ll never let you know his thoughts. It’s not just your words that electrified him, it’s the way you said them. God, you look like a goddess right now. And it's only right for him to worship you.

He starts by placing a kiss on your clit, waiting for your reaction but you give him none. He parts his lips, the sweet, tight-lipped kiss is now replaced by a wet, open-mouthed one. “Stick out your tongue,” you say, grabbing a handful of his bun, and he follows. You grind on it, rubbing your heat against his face, the tip of his nose grazing your clit one second and your pelvis on the next one. “Keep your eyes on me.”

Eren’s emerald eyes move to yours, drooping as he feels your wetness coating his tongue. He can’t speak, you don’t give him the chance to. For a moment, you continue moving your hips, driving yourself to the edge and driving him to the brink of his sanity. He’s making a mess—well, you both are. His saliva is dripping down his chin, mixed with your juices.

When you release him to let him catch his breath, Eren finally surrenders. “Untie me.”

“Oh?” Your smirk returns instantly. “You want me to release your hands?”

“Yes,” he snarls through gritted teeth.

“Hmm, let me think about it for a sec.” You bend down, your face hovering right above his as you gather him in your hands. “No.”

His jaw drops, baffled. “What?! I thought we've agreed that you'd release me if I said the words—”

“Yes, but you’re good with your tongue, aren’t you?” Eren’s eyes glint, aroused by the degrading look on your face. “Can make me cum in five minutes, you said? Well, here you go.” You push his head back toward you again, causing him to let out a sharp breath when his nose is pushing against your pelvis. “Better start working on your magic before I lose my patience.”

Your hand is on his head, fingers fisting his strands and messing up his bun. He groans at the way you’re tugging on his roots, his sound muffled by your skin. Sighing in content, you raise one leg in the air and place your foot on the bed so he can reach more of your skin.

“Play with my clit,” you tell him. You know he doesn’t need your guide. You’re just saying the words because you know how much it will drive him insane.

Eren, given no other choice, follows your every word. He has your sensitive nub pressing against his tongue as he clamps his mouth fully on your heat. He sucks on your clit, making you hiss in pleasure. “Again,” you gasp, “Do it again. Feels so good, Ren.”

After being mocked consistently, your praise sparks fire in the pit of his stomach. He’s never seen this side of you before—this beautiful woman in front of him, begging for his touch but at the same time, owning every control over him.

“I want to make you fucking squirt on my face,” he says, dragging his lips to your inner thigh, biting and suckling hard on the soft skin until it’s bruised before he returns to lap on your juices. “Untie me and I’ll do it within seconds with my fingers.”

“Make me cum with your mouth first,” you taunt in return. “Then you can touch me.”

The way he almost growls when he says his next words light your skin on fire. “Spread that fucking cunt wider then.”

“Sure,” you say, but to his surprise, you plop down to the bed, parting your legs to showcase your swollen clit. He grins, it’s easier to eat you out like this, as he doesn’t have to keep his face toward the ceiling. But when he’s about to lower his head, you push him away with your feet pressing against his chest. His forehead creases in confusion. “Beg,” you vocalize, your toes playing with his necklace. “Say: ‘baby, please, let me fuck you with my tongue.’”

Fuck your mouth upside-down, bend you over in an abandoned classroom, maybe even take you from behind and press your nude body against the window of a hotel room where people can see—Eren has already come up with multiple scenarios on how to make you pay for this but right now, he just has to bear with it. “Baby, please,” he mimics, but his tone is unsatisfying.

“I’m sure you can do better.” You snigger. “Come on, darling. Put your heart into it.”

He bites back his anger but his eyes still gleam dangerously as his patience runs thin. “Baby, please.”

“Please what?”

“Please, let me fuck you with my tongue.”

“Good boy." You lay yourself down on the bed, hooking your arms under your thighs, pulling up your legs. “I’m all yours, Ren.”

Eren doesn’t wait for even a second to pass. He doesn’t play around anymore, changing pace from slow to fast without waiting for you to adjust. You moan, fingers buried deep in his hair, holding the back of his head as you move your hips to grind against his face.

He runs his tongue, flicking up and down your folds in a way that is so obscene, you feel like you have to shift your gaze away. But you don't. You commit every bit of his expression into his memory, probably take a picture of him if you can.

Wait.

Now, that's an idea.

With your hand on his head, you push him away, making him wince at the way you're yanking at his bun. "Just a moment, baby." You reach over to snatch his iPhone from the bed. Swiping your thumb along his screen, you aim the camera at his face.

"Smile for the camera," you purr. Eren, although he was taken aback at first, is never one to shy away. He loves watching himself pleasure you. Hearing you moan from his touch boosts up his self-esteem. It's only for you and him anyway, right? You and your dripping wet pussy would look so perfect in his gallery.

So he smirks and puts on a show. He's so sensual, the way his tongue slips past his front teeth, his little "mmm," every time he clasps his lips and suckles on your clit—he's the depiction of the dirtiest poem you've ever read.

"How do you like the taste, Daddy?"

"I fucking love it." He runs his tongue across his lower lip, looking up to the camera from underneath his long eyelashes. "You're so sweet, baby girl. The sweetest cunt I've ever tasted."

You chortle, mocking and proud.

Keeping his promise, it only takes a moment before you feel your stomach turning warm as your muscles grow taut. When the video has surpassed three minutes long, you decide to stop. You want to focus on him. You need to concentrate on reaching your high. This has been going on for too long.

You cast his phone away, not caring whether you've switched off the camera or not. “Ah, I’m gonna cum. Suck on my clit again.” Your legs are closing in around his head, suffocating him but neither of you cares. “Yeah, fuck, just like that. Eren—” Shockwaves run through you as you let out a shuddering breath. Your fingers are grabbing onto his strands too tightly and he grunts, still lazily moving his tongue as your pleasure ripples through you.

“Oh, God,” you sigh, followed shortly by a string of giggles. “That felt so good.” Propping your body on your elbows, you reach out to stroke his cheek. His chin glistens from your essence, and when you press your thumb against the corner of his mouth, he parts his lips obediently. You can see a glimpse of his tongue, the same one that was inside you a moment ago, and you bite your lip at the sight. “So you are good with your tongue.”

You tug him forward by his collar and reward him with a kiss, messy and breathless. He’s a bit dazed when you pull away but his voice is just as deep and low when he reminds you, “Untie me.”

“You wanna cum, Rennie?”

“Yes.”

“Aaw, too bad…” You jut out your lower lip. “'Cause I just did and now I feel kinda tired.”

He didn't find it humiliating to be recorded with his tongue inside your heat, but you're ridiculing him like this? His dignity is shattered and it shows on his face. “You are not gonna leave me like this.”

You arch an eyebrow at his tone. “See, I don’t think that’s the right way to ask someone a favor.” You can go on forever like this but knowing how he can be a bit resentful sometimes, torturing him any further than this will only give him more reason for him to be even merciless with you in bed. Not that it’s a bad idea, but—“Well, I guess I can’t give my lovely boyfriend a case of blue balls now, can I? Sit on the bed.”

“You’re not gonna untie me first?”

“Do you want me to fuck you or not?”

His cock spasms at the way you say your line, so bossy and arrogant. Yanking him up by his necklace, treating him like a dog on a leash, you push him down until he’s perched on the edge of your bed. You kneel on the carpeted floor, settling yourself between his legs. Unzipping his jeans, you pull the fabric and his underwear low enough until his cock springs free. It’s leaking pre-cum, twitching when he feels your heavy gaze on it. Eren nearly whimpers when you give him lazy strokes, his leg muscles tightening. It’s like he hasn’t been touched for years. “Want my mouth on you, baby?” You question him with a smirk, your breath caressing his tip with every word.

His jaw grows slack, his chest heaving up and down. “Yes, please.”

He’s much more submissive now, you realize, probably because you’re finally giving him what he wants. You hum, running your tongue across your lower lip. You lean close, kissing the throbbing vein on the side of his cock, lips brushing ever so lightly.

Suddenly, you circle your fingers around him again and you run your hand up and down his length, giving him a set of fast pumps that steals a startled gasp from his mouth. "Ah—wait—stop—"

He tries to shake away from your grip but you keep him still, spitting onto his cock so you can glide your hand more easily. "Baby—Baby, please wait—" His body jerks and flinches, his eyebrows stitched together as he feels his climax closing in. He doesn't want to finish yet, not like this, but when you're moving your hand like that, you're robbing his choices away. "Shit, shit, shit, baby—I'm gonna cum—"

Fuck, he's ready. He doesn't care anymore. Everything just feels so good. He can fuck you again in a few minutes, he just needs to cum now. And he's there, standing on the edge, ready to have his orgasm wash over him like the storm but it never does.

Because you stop. You retract your hand at once, leaving his cock standing and twitching in the air. His mouth falls open, his chest heaving up and down with his black shirt sliding off his shoulders.

"God, look at that face." You jibe at the sight of him looking so wrecked and disappointed. If you didn't know him any better, you might even think he was about to cry. "How do you like being edged, Daddy?"

Never in his life has ever felt this urge to take a fistful of your hair, shove his cock inside your mouth, and fuck you deep until you gag and choke all over his length, doing it over and over without sparing you any mercy even if you beg him to stop with tears in your eyes. God, you can be so infuriating sometimes. "You're having fun?" he asks you, cold and menacing.

"I'm having the best day of my life." But you apologize to him by twining your hand around his cock again, applying a gentle kiss on his head. "I'm sorry, I won't do it again. Here, let me make it up to you." You part your lips, taking him in but only the tip. You let him feel just a bit of your warmth, the slickness of your tongue that’s pressed flat against his muscle. You plan to tease but Eren is not having it. He bucks his hips forward so abruptly, thrusting into your mouth and you choke, taken by surprise. Growling back at him, you press one hand against his thigh, another one on his stomach, keeping him in place. You break away with a pop, a thick rope of saliva connecting your mouth to his dick. Eren groans in vexation, so loudly, you’re sure the students next door can hear it.

“Who told you to move?” You glare at him, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand.

He throws his head back, emitting a sound between a grunt and a whine. “Fucking hell, you’re—” You harshly cover his mouth with your hand. “Mmph?!”

Keeping your palm glued to his face, you climb on his lap. You settle down with your knees on the bed, trapping his thighs between yours. You retract your hand only to shut him up with your lips, pillaging his mouth with so much vigor, he can barely keep up. "You're so damn impatient." Curling your fingers around his cock, you align his tip against your entrance.

He moans, louder than he’s ever been and you’re grateful that you’re there to muffle it down. No matter how many times you’ve done this with him, Eren is still the largest man you’ve ever had, stretching and filling you in a way that makes you keen. You grab hold of him in reflex, teeth grinding to refrain yourself from making noises.

The way you're shuddering makes him realize that you're in a bit of pain. Breathlessly, as he watches the way your face contort in discomfort, he asks, “You okay?” It's odd, even for him, how he felt so aggravated a moment ago, to the point that he wanted to lash out, and now he's like this, his face twisting in concern.

“Yeah, just—“ You try to move. Even with how drenched you are, there’s still a stinging pain as you wait for yourself to adjust. “It’s been a while.”

With you being this close to him, your chests squeezed together, Eren can feel your heartbeat hammering against your rib cages. “I won’t move, so…” He makes sure to let his lips brush against your forehead when he whispers. “Take as much time as you need.”

The sudden change in his attitude almost makes you laugh. “Didn’t you say you wanted to fuck me until I cry earlier?”

He rolls his eyes. “I’m trying to be nice, and this is what I get?”

“I hate when you’re being nice.” You dip your head down to speak the words against the side of his throat. “It doesn’t suit you.”

“What do you mean it doesn’t suit—"

You sink your teeth at the spot that connects his neck to his shoulder, pushing his shirt down until the fabric pools around his elbows. You do it right at the same time you work yourself on his dick, sliding almost all the way up before you take him to the hilt once more. Eren hisses in both pain and pleasure, the muscles in his stomach contracted as he feels his skin burned and marked. You try to soothe it down by planting a tender kiss, doing it several times until he can feel your smirk forming.

“You wanted me to mark you up, didn’t you?” You whisper against his ear, tugging his earlobe gently between your teeth. “Now everyone can see who owns you.”

“I still have one presentation to do tomorrow,” he grumbles but there’s no fury in his voice. If anything, he seems to be thrilled to have your marks on him, as this is the first time you’ve painted love bites on his body.

“Well,” you grind your hips, draping your arms on his shoulders for support. “The more reason why I should do it again, then.”

And you both do it at the same time—you suckling on the supple skin of his neck while he paints purplish bruises on your shoulder. You keep your hips moving, picking up pace and growing desperate with each grind. At one point, you push him down by the center of his chest, his body hitting the sheets when he husks, “Ah, shit, baby, you’re so good.”

“Yeah?” You keep your left hand above his heart to balance yourself as you bounce harder on his lap. “Go on, Daddy. Talk to me.”

“You’re so wet for me. So fucking tight.” He’s so lost in his thoughts that he doesn’t notice the way you have one hand crawling up to his neck, slowly tightening your grip around his throat. “I can feel you—” He stops—no, he can’t finish. Not with the way you’re pressing against his windpipes.

“Feel what?” You lean forward, your hair tickling his cheeks as you move back and forth. “Cat got your tongue, Eren?”

His eyes glint at the word, his smirk resurfacing. “Ah, I love the way you call my name,” he rasps, his voice strained but it only makes him sound even more erotic. “Love the way you choke me.”

The laugh that escapes you is derogatory but Eren loves it. “Seems like you’re not so much of a hard dom, after all,” you scoff.

“I can be whatever you want.” He can feel your walls tightening around him and he throws his head back, eyes closed in rapture. “God, the way you move, baby… Drives me fucking insane.”

His rambling makes you feel the same, just as desperate, just as wild. With labored breathing and sweat breaking on your temple, you ask him with your words laced in urgency. "Are you close?”

“So close,” he moans out, his eyes drifting down to your chest, watching the way your breasts bounce with every snap of your hips. “Ah, I wish I could put my hands on you.”

You wish nothing more, really. It feels wrong to ride him without having his nails sinking into your hips. You just feel incomplete. And you know if you release him right now, he’s going to ram his hips so forcefully into you until you see stars behind your lids. So, what is there to lose?

“Fuck, okay, turn around.” Moving away from his lap, Eren groans at the loss but he rolls to his side, letting you unfasten his belt from his wrists. You feel sorry when you witness the angry circles that blossom on his skin. You can only imagine how painful it is. “Eren, I’m sor—”

He grabs you by the nape, slamming your face down to your pillow. You almost scream, shocked by the sudden friction of his cock against your walls and how hard he’s driving himself into you. “I’ll give you a chance to apologize later,” he says right beside your ear. “I’m gonna make sure you'll say it like your life depends on it.” The fabric of his black shirt caresses the dip of your spine, his necklace resting on the spot between your shoulder blades. “Right now, I’m going to fuck you like you deserve.”

You're biting on the edge of your pillow when his hands slide down past your stomach. He lifts your lower half in the air while keeping your upper body glued to the sheets, allowing him for deeper penetration. Your hair tie slips off his strands, his long hair swaying like branches in the storm with his every thrust.

Eren has both of your wrists pinned against your back, holding them in one hand while he keeps his right one on your shoulder, keeping you in place. “How do you like being tied up, Sweetheart?”

You can’t answer him. He can be as cocky as he wants, you don’t care. He pumps into you, furiously, groaning his own pleasure, taking you hard, building on the shockwaves already coursing through your body and taking you higher. His shirt is still draping around his lower back, his jeans hanging low. His back muscles ripple when he tightens his grip around you, "Whimpering like a little bitch now, aren't you, baby?" He simpers. "After all that teasing you did, in the end, you're still like this, hungry for my cock. But don't worry." He snaps his hips forward, once, twice, to emphasize each word that comes out of his mouth next. "Daddy's gonna fill you up real nice."

It's embarrassing how fast your orgasm hits you, and when it does, it feels like you’re free-falling from the sky.

“That’s it,” he chuckles. “Cum on my fucking cock just like that, baby girl.” His hips rocket back and forth, his face twisting in sweet ecstasy. “Ah, shit, you’re squeezing me so tight.”

His name, along with a string of expletives, comes out as sobs from your mouth, and when he keeps plunging himself hard, they turn into shrieks of pleasure. You always become like this when you’re overstimulated.

It's cruel for him to not give you the chance to ride out your climax slowly, or even take a breath. He's only eager to give you another orgasm that’s just as intense. You're sure your body won’t be able to hold it if that's the case, but thankfully, Eren’s hips turn erratic. “Where do you want me, baby? Want me to cum inside?”

“Yes, Daddy!” You usually only call him that to taunt him, to rile him up so he can be rough with you, but right now you can’t even control what comes out of your mouth.

“Beg then,” he imitates you from earlier. He lets go of your wrists, moving one hand to squeeze your left ass cheek while smacking his palm hard against your other one. “Say: Daddy, please fill me up with your cum.”

You’re clawing against your sheets. Every time he plunges himself deep, it feels like he’s slamming the air out of your lungs. “Fill me up with your cum!”

He clicks his tongue. “You didn’t say please.”

“Daddy, please!”

Your voice—that needy whine from your pretty lips—it feeds his ego so well. Pounding into you with a forceful rhythm, he sends his hot seeds shooting deep within you as his heartbeat thunders deafeningly in his ears. He’s still groaning out a series of profanities when his pace gradually turns slow, and when he’s done, he pulls himself out, sitting on his heels with one hand pushing back his hair. He blows out his cheeks, “Well, fuck,” he laughs in satisfaction, “Not gonna lie, being edged several times today really paid out in the end.”

It takes you a few seconds to answer him, too fucked out of your mind to instantly form a word. “Can you… help me clean up, please?”

“For what?” Eren holds his length in one hand, gliding the side of his cock against the crease of your ass. He plays with the essence that seeps out of you, pushing his tip back and forth into your hole. “I’m not done with you yet.”

He’s fucking his cum back into you, grinding his hips slowly but steady before he lets himself be buried deep inside, sheathed in your warmth. He lies himself down on top of you, the hard shape of his chest compliments your backside. He supports himself up with his elbows on the sheets. “Didn’t I tell you?” He leans closer to let you feel his smirk growing against the shell of your ear. “I’m gonna fuck you until you pass out,” he murmurs. “Probably fuck you in your sleep too, who knows. After what you did to me today, you don’t think Daddy will let you go just like that, do you, baby girl?”

You gulp.

God, save me.

***

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I Know The End | Ch. 6

Zombie Apocalypse!Au, Older!Grumpy!Eren x Sunshine!Reader

Content: Reluctant traveling companions to lovers, Slight age gap, found family, eventual smut so Minors - DO NOT INTERACT.

Warnings: 18+, violence, mentions of SA, gore, animal abuse, murder, slight smut. (this chapter is really dark you guys, I apologize 😩)

Chapter Summary: The events of the ambush and it’s after effects. Personalities change and relationships shift.

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A/N: omg you guys i’m so sorry i took so long to write this, i’ve just been hecka busy, but chapter 6 is here now!! and this one will give you whiplash, i can tell you that for free. i hope you like it!!!! <3

chapter 6

Eren’s P.O.V.

“So, you’re the motherfucker who killed Colt.”

Eren’s eyes shot open. He was met with the sight of bruised knuckles curled around a trigger, visible because of the pale glow of the moon streaming in from the windows. He held his breath, swallowing at the fear that was bubbling up his throat, not even daring a twitch of movement in the case this lunatic was trigger happy.

The view of the man holding him at gunpoint was obstructed by the weapon digging into his forehead, leaving his identity shrouded in mystery. Eren’s mind was running rampant with all the possible ways he could get himself out of this situation, the gears turning furiously.

Though as the last dregs of sleep began to slip away from his form, and reality began to set in with the overworking of his mind, Eren suddenly remembered it wasn’t just him that resided in this church. He wasn’t alone anymore.

Another painful reminder was the sound of bodies struggling, cries of help muffled by the palm of a hand.

Y/N.

Eren’s body jolted, an involuntary response from his desperation to help her. His shoulders raised off of the pew, though he was forced back down as the man pushed his gun harsher into his skin. It was sure to leave a bruise.

The man clicked his tongue three times in disapproval. “Don’t make any sudden movements, Casanova. Unless you want a bullet lodged in your skull.”

A harsh breath of annoyance pushed out of Eren’s nose as he bit his tongue, holding back any of the threats that wanted to slip over it. A muscle twitched in his jaw, his hands slowly raising up in begrudging surrender.

“Sit up.” The man ordered, and Eren could do nothing but comply. His boots met the solid ground of the church, his teal eyes glared daggers at the man who was now visible to him in this new position.

He was surprisingly well-kept for a man living in the apocalypse, his skin free from grime and his sandy undercut hair slicked back neatly. Tipping Eren off that these guys had come from somewhere established, a safe community where this type of look was achievable. Which only meant that there would be even more people waiting on their return. More people to come looking if they never did. He would have to move the girls out of here quickly— if they ever made it out of this mess.

Eren forced himself not to flick his eyes towards the door in the back where he knew Gabby and Ellie resided, most likely completely oblivious to what was ensuing in the main room of the church. If this guy was at all observant, he didn’t want to risk the chance of them being found.

He did however let his eyes fall towards the altar, to where he knew Y/N to be— once another terrified whimper seeped through the fingers of her captor. His blood spiked red hot with anger when he saw thick arms locking her in place against a hardened chest, half her face covered by a large hand, leaving only the sight of her pleading eyes to tug at Eren’s heart. She struggled against the man’s grip, feet kicking restlessly. But the man was too large, too strong, and there was a wicked look in his hazel eyes, like he found amusement in the woman’s distress.

Eren wanted him dead.

“Don’t look at her.” The first man spat, using his gun to force Eren’s chin back towards him. “Look at me.”

Gritting his teeth, Eren met his gaze, the man seemed to be getting the same amount of enjoyment out of this endeavor just as much as his counterpart. He was obviously the type of person who relished in the anarchy, thrived in it. Eren abhorred these types.

“Care to tell me why… despite my attempts to reach out to my contact stationed at this post, I received no response from him?” The man questioned, eyebrows furrowed with feigned confusion.

“And then when I come to check up with him, I find him dead with an arrow right between the eyes?” He then continued, his tone far too nonchalant to be speaking of the death of a comrade.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Eren said simply, his voice controlled.

The man’s lips curled into a smirk, a scoff ringing out into the air a second later. He shared a look with his partner before turning back towards Eren, shifting the gun to his temple.

“You sure about that?” He asked, bringing his face closer to Eren’s, his hot breath fanning over his skin. “Or is that not your crossbow?”

Eren’s eyes followed to where the man gestured with a nod, landing on Y/N’s crossbow that she had left leaned up against the pew that he had happened to choose that night. And it might’ve been odd, but Eren was grateful that the incriminating evidence pointed towards him and no one else. He was the one to blame. Hopefully he would be the sole receiver of whatever revenge they were planning.

“Oh.” Eren let slip from his lips, like the reminder flashed forward in time with the gesture.

“That’s all you have to say?” The man responded, “‘Oh’?”

“Yeah. I remember it now.” Eren answered with ostensible nonchalance, looking back towards him as if it were a casual conversation. “As I recall it, your contact didn’t put up much of a fight. He practically killed himself by getting in my way.”

A sharp sound of protest sounded out from Y/N, most likely trying to allude to the fact that it was her who killed their comrade and not Eren. He refused the urge to spare her a begging glance, to let him take the blame. He was unsure of what they would do if they knew the truth. And luckily (in Eren’s case), neither of the men took it as such, only believing she was still fighting against the forceful grip she was trapped under.

“Will you shut her up?” The man said, paying more attention to the distraction rather than Eren’s confession.

“I’m trying, Porco, but she’s not exactly putting up an easy fight.” The other replied, grunts of exertion protruding from his lips from every movement she made to get away from him. Eren felt a strange surge of pride at this, knowing that she was a fighter, just as he. It brought on a sense of hope that maybe they could get out of this unscathed, protecting the ones they care most about.

That all changed with the words that fell out of the so-called Porco’s mouth.

“I know a way we could get her to be quiet.” Porco replied, turning away from Eren. And though the gun was no longer pointed towards his skull, he was that much more afraid as Porco rounded on the woman in his partner’s arms.

“She is pretty…” He observed, stepping nearer. Y/N flinched away when he brought his knuckles up to her cheekbone, brushing against the skin that shined with frightened tears.

“Don’t fucking touch her.” Eren seethed, standing up from the pew, fists clenched. Though his aggression was quickly put to rest when Porco pointed the gun back at him. The man surged forward, a harsh hand on Eren's shoulder, weapon pressing abrasively— once again— against his forehead. He was brought down on his knees, complying when every part of him was screaming to fight, to draw blood, to kill.

“What was that?” Porco said as he advanced on him, maniacal with his words. “You don’t want me to touch her? That’s rich coming from you, Casanova.”

His grip was rough on Eren’s chin as he forced him to look up into his conniving facial features. Grin wicked as he licked his lips, every movement he made wanting Eren to drive his fist further and further into his skull.

“How about it, huh?” Porco sneered. “I’ll forgive you for killing my guy if you let me take a pass at your girl.”

“If you even lay a finger on her—”

“You’ll what?” He condescended, tilting his head in a way that angered Eren even further, “Have your brains splattered across the floor? I think you’re forgetting who has the upper hand here.”

Eren pushed his forehead against the weapon, trying desperately to prove that he wasn’t afraid. And maybe he wasn’t. His anger was forcing its way through every nerve in his body, enough so that he would stare down the barrel of a gun, knowing that whatever the outcome, she would remain unharmed. As long as she was safe, as well as the others hidden within the confines of the confession booth, he would do anything to take this threat away.

Though this was unapparent to the man who stood above him, who looked around the room as if he had an audience. Obviously taking pleasure in the chaos he was creating.

“You know what?” He said, his cruel smirk painting his features once more. “I don’t need your permission.”

Porco leaned forward, his lips pressed right up against Eren’s ear, correspondingly the gun was held up to his temple on the opposite side.

“I’ll fuck your girl right in front of you.”

There was a white blinding anger that surged through Eren’s core, forging through him with horrifying force. He imagined his teeth sinking into the skin of this man’s throat, ripping the tendons, blood pouring out from every crevice, making him pay for a comment like that, for the threat of his touch on Y/N’s skin. But the fantasy was interrupted by a harsh, agonizing scream.

And there were teeth and blood. But to Eren’s surprise it wasn’t his own.

Ellie had somehow escaped from the hidden confines of the confession booth. Her pointed teeth were digging their way through the forearm that was previously gripped around Y/N’s torso. Growls were escaping their way through the jaw that was locked around his appendage. Blood splattered across the floor.

“What the fuck?” The other man cried, trying to shake free from the grip of this dog that Eren had never felt more grateful towards, the defense that she provided allowing Y/N to slip free from his grasp. She fell forward, hands braced against the floor as she caught her breath. Though just as quickly, she looked back towards her dog, both she and Eren caught sight of the man lifting his arm in a powerful fist, bearing down on the dog that was fighting so valiantly.

“No!” Y/N screeched at the same exact time her dog let out a sharp and plaintive whimper under the strong blow the man ministrated against her. The dog released him, stumbling back— ears held against her head, tail tucked under her legs, wavering from the inflicted wound, looking so much weaker than what Eren had known of the animal. He wondered about the shaking dog Y/N had found in her basement, right on the precipice of the apocalypse.

But he couldn’t let the thought plague him for too long. Instead, under the distraction of it all, Eren brought the force of his elbow into Porco’s temple. The gun in his hand slipping from his grip, falling into Eren’s lap. It all felt so lucky, as Eren’s own hand wrapped around the weapon, fingers finding the trigger in a moment’s notice.

The man with his forearm bleeding freely was now advancing towards Y/N— dog forgotten as she cowered in on herself after that horrifying bludgeon. Y/N was scrambling, trying everything to get away, most likely hoping for a path that would allow her to get to her dog. What she didn’t notice was Eren pointing his newfound weapon at her adversary, and as soon as the man took another step forward, a bullet whizzed through the air, piercing itself between his eyes. Just as the arrow did his compatriot. He fell to his demise just the same.

A frustrated, curdling roar of anger sounded out from beside Eren, and before he knew it he was down on the floor, wrestling with the weight of a maddened man who witnessed the death of yet another one of his comrades. The gun, unfortunately, slipped from his grip within the pandemonium, skidding across the floor.

All Eren could focus on was the man who had somehow gotten the advantage. His thighs were trapping Eren in place, hands gripped into the fabric of his t-shirt.

“I’ll kill you.” The man raged, hands shifting upwards, tightening around the expanse of Eren’s neck. Eren’s legs kicked from underneath the man, trying everything to break free as his vocal chords began to restrict under Porco’s grip, fresh air being lost to his lungs. But his anger was matched with Porco’s, both of them filled with adrenaline from the actions taken against those closest to them. And with the upper hand now in Porco’s favor, Eren was at a disadvantage.

He was gasping, searching for any breath that could provide his lungs with relief. His fingers tugged at the rough hands wrapped around his throat. In each passing second death seeped in all around him from every corner of the earth. His life flashed before his eyes, starting with memories from his childhood, and then the beginning of the end, and the people he met throughout its duration. But all that mattered to him were the last couple of months when he found his humanity in the young girl he took in, as well as the last few days where his life finally felt complete now that he found—

A gunshot rang through the air once more. Porco’s grip loosened around Eren’s throat as he fell down beside him, brains now seeping onto the tiled floor, eyes glassy with death, perhaps a fate that was spoken into existence. Eren gasped in huge lungfuls of cold refreshing air, savoring the life that was almost taken from him. But his still-panicked gaze found purchase on the path the bullet had come from, landing on Gabby standing at the end of it. The gun was held aloft in her shaking hands, barrel steaming from the bullet that just blasted from its confines.

“Holy shit.” The young girl breathed, gun dropping to her side, “I just killed someone.”

“Gabby.” Eren croaked, vocal cords strained from the violence inflicted. He rolled over, propping himself up on shaky hands and knees. Regret brittled his bones, knowing that she had never done that before, wishing she didn’t have to at an age so young. It was a burden he never wanted her to bear. His efforts fallen flat within his missteps.

His movements were in an attempt to get to her, to make sure she was all right and that her humanity wasn’t being lost to her, the same way his own was the first time he drew blood. But once he was up on his knees, he caught sight of Y/N, sitting next to a dark lump on the floor. Eren’s heart lodged itself in his throat and before he knew it, he was up on his feet staggering over to where the woman sat, shoulders trembling with every sob that wracked through her body.

“Is she…” Eren choked out, dropping to his knees beside her, an arm instinctively wrapping around her shaking form. Despite her grievances, Y/N relaxed under his touch.

“She’s alive.” Y/N spoke, her voice small, almost to the point where her words came out as a whimper, though it was filled with an aching relief. Her hands smoothed over the head that now resided in her lap. The dog’s eyes were shut closed against the world around her, her breathing so shallow that Eren could hardly tell if her heart was still beating, he was hoping it was only because of the dark that surrounded them. Y/N continued her reassurances, almost as though she was trying to convince herself, even with the tremor that still plagued her.

“Just shaken up, is all. She’ll be alright… we’ve been through worse… But, Gabby—”

“—’m fine.” Gabby interrupted before any inquiries, she sat down on Y/N’s other side. “I’ll be alright too.”

“Gabby—” Eren started.

“I said I’m fine.” She reiterated, maybe a bit too harshly. Eren had opened his mouth to argue the fact, but then he felt as Gabby’s own arms snaked their way around Y/N’s waist, and the words faded off of his tongue.

All four of them were lost within their desperate need of solace, holding onto one another with shaking hands. Two dead bodies lay behind them, forgotten as they all sat in front of the altar with candles burned down to the wick. The faith that once was held in this building by previous loyal churchgoers now placed entirely on the delicate foundation of this forming bond between them.

Y/N’s P.O.V

8 years ago.

Chaos. That was all there was at the beginning.

It was like the world was distorted by a dark twisted filter of destruction. The sky seemed darker than usual, strange for a summer’s day in early June. There were rows and rows of stagnant cars as everyone tried to force their way out of the city. Soon replaced by horrified mobs that wouldn’t care if they trampled over those who tripped over their feet. All that mattered to the mass majority was to get away by all means from the ripping teeth and bloodied fingernails of the monsters that were now running rampant through the streets. Most of the efforts were in vain.

The bloodshed on that very first day was one of the worst blows humanity had ever taken.

Y/N was one of the few who was oblivious to the start of the apocalypse. A feat that seemed impossible, due to the fall of society that had overtaken their world. But she was on a train, headphones plugged in, her thoughts solely on the excitement of getting to see her family again after a year of being apart.

Though reality soon set in as the train started to slow to a stop, halfway between the two stations. Y/N remembered being annoyed at first, frustrated at the delay in her journey probably due to some technical difficulties, but the frustration was soon replaced by confusion as the passengers were evacuated from the locomotive.

The confusion then turned into fear when Y/N finally witnessed the chaos.

She tried calling her parents, her ear was met with low beeps as the call was disconnected. The lines were down, overrun with all the others trying to contact their loved ones. The people around her were no help, as they scrambled to find a way out of this mess once the conductor announced what was really going on. And as they all began to argue about what should be done— if they should take the train into one of the stations or wait for instruction from government officials— Y/N had decided that she could walk the rest of the way home.

With her luggage left behind, save for the backpack over her shoulder, she slipped away under the guise of all the mayhem.

It took her two days to finally reach the neighborhood where her house resided. The streets she grew up in were eerily quiet, nothing so much as stirring as Y/N made her way down the sidewalk.

Surprisingly, she hadn’t run into much during her journey home, since most of the damage was still convoluted within the bounds of the city. She didn’t run into any other living soul, only stopping to rest for thirty minutes at a time, eating the snacks she had preemptively packed for the journey home that should’ve been much simpler than this.

Every so often the ground would tremble, and in the distance would send echoes of great roaring booms. Perhaps the government had resorted to bombing what was left over… the thought unsettled Y/N in her bones.

She thought of her dog, who trembled at the sound of mere fireworks. Her heart ached. She prayed her family would have stayed home. Waiting for her. They had to know she would’ve done anything to get to them. They wouldn’t leave her behind.

However, her house was just as quiet as the street, proven by the lack of excited claws clacking against the floor, a sound she was used to hearing whenever she walked in through the front door. Her bottom lip began to tremble. But she wouldn’t let herself cry. Not yet.

Instead she moved into her kitchen. A place filled with happy memories of her little family making dinner all together. Her mom would be chopping vegetables, a bright grin on her face from the corny joke her dad just told as he stood over the stove. Ellie would be sitting on the precipice of the room, smart enough to know that Y/N’s dad would be quick to shoo her out if she attempted to step a paw further inside. Also smart enough to know that Y/N would eventually sneak her a piece of chicken when her dad was pretending not to look. All of those happy memories faded into these kitchen walls.

It looked so much emptier now that everyone was gone.

The image of her kitchen began to blur as tears filled the corners of Y/N’s eyes. Her throat was tight as she started to imagine the worst. Coming to terms with the fact that she was the only one left.

She was all alone.

Or was she?

An ominous creak rang out from deeper within the house, capturing the girl's attention. A knife that was left on the drying rack by the sink was now held secure in her hand. She ventured further into her childhood home, only stopping when she reached the closed door of her parents bedroom. There was a faded noise seeping in from under the door.

Y/N’s heart was racing. Her fingers grasped around the doorknob, turning slightly. The door creaked open as she pushed against it.

She was frozen in place.

That was until the sight in front of her had caused such a visceral reaction that bile forced its way up her throat. Unable to stop as she released the contents of her last feeble meal, splattering across the floor.

Y/N had heard briefly of what has been happening these last few days from a comment made by the conductor. That people have been turning into cannibals, eating at the flesh of their fellow man, aggressively and violently. Causing the people they bite to do the same, spreading the disease. And over the past forty-eight hours the girl feared having to run into one of those monsters. She didn’t. Until now.

Sat on the bed in the middle of the room were her parents. But not as she had ever known them.

Her father was hunched over the carcass of what used to be her mother. His teeth gnashing, crimson blood covering the expanse of his chin, as well as his fingers that dug into a gaping hole in her mom’s stomach, unaware of his daughter standing in the doorway. Though that changed when her coughing and hacking had caught his attention. He stared up at her with hungry eyes, slow moving, like he was about to pounce.

“Oh, dad.” Y/N mourned, holding the knife out in front of her, her tears now falling freely, burning hot down the skin of her cheeks. Is he not the man she once knew him to be? Does he not recognize his own daughter? Was she soon to have the same fate as her mother? The woman he married and always claimed to be the love of his life, now a gory mess on their marital bed?

Her father tumbled off of the mattress, his eyes still clouded over and angry. Lost in his irises— the same color as her own— was the warmth she had known throughout the eighteen years of her life. This thing was not her father. He was a monster standing in his place.

“Please…” Y/N whimpered as he started to stagger towards her, knowing that this could only end in one way. “Please, don’t.”

Of course he didn’t understand her, his possessed mind set on its current goal. Hands out reaching for her, a cruel imitation of when he used to do the same to pull her into a loving hug. A sob wracked through her body when she caught sight of a bloodied bandage wrapped around his forearm. Had he been one of the firsts to be bit? Had he not known what he would eventually turn into? Going to sleep besides his wife thinking it was just a freak accident and all would be fine in the morning?

The theories ran rampant in Y/N’s brain as she continued to back up, her father still lumbering towards her, hissing at the sight of her.

“Dad.” Y/N said again, almost like she was begging. Begging for him to stop. Begging him to turn back into the man that she once knew. She couldn’t do this without him. She couldn’t do this alone.

She was forced to stop when her back hit the wood of the door at the end of the hallway. It wasn’t fully shut, so it creaked as it slightly shifted back under the weight of her body. She knew what lay behind her. It was the staircase that led downstairs. She could escape down below, slam the door shut and avoid doing what she knew she had to.

But seeing him like this. Seeing her own dad, a shell of the man he once was, was too hard to bear. And she didn’t want to let this monster live in his place any longer than it already has. It was unfair that this thing had stolen her dad from her, stolen the feet stalking forward, stolen the hands reaching out, stolen the heart that was no longer beating, the eyes that were no longer loving and replaced it all with cold unfeeling death.

So with a newfound energy and rage, the girl raised the knife, plunging it deep into his skull with a strangled cry of exertion.

Her dad— now free from the unrelenting grasp of this monster— sank to the floor, unmoving.

“I’m sorry.” She cried, dropping down beside him, too afraid to touch him, but wanting one last moment with her father. Her salty tears dripped down onto his face, causing streaks to carve through her mother’s blood staining his chin. “I’m so sorry.”

She stayed like that for a few moments more, mourning the death of her parents. Her cries were loud and unrelenting, her hand was clutched to her chest trying hard to even out her breathing that was forging through her in staggered intervals. Her grief wouldn’t let her calm down, keeping her shoulders rigid and her throat raw.

But somehow through it all, she heard a new sound, wavering up from behind her, up the stairs and through the crack in the door. A muffled, warbled whimper, as if her grief was manifesting itself outside of her body. But that wasn’t it… no. She knew exactly what it was. Who it was.

Y/N scrambled to her feet, desperate in her movements, practically tripping down the stairs to where the sound was coming from. She rounded the corner, eyes searching for the dusty storage-space tucked underneath the stairs. A place of solace her dog always ran to when the boom of fireworks or the rumble of thunder became too overwhelming.

She was met with an occupied space. Big brown eyes staring up at her, her entire body shaking with fear, and a tail that slowly started thumping against the floor.

“Ellie.”

More whimpered cries escaped from the dog as she realized who was standing in front of her— a sound she always made when happiness overwhelmed her whenever a family member returned home. Y/N’s own tears gushed harder down her face, only this time with the most overwhelming relief she had ever known.

She dropped to her knees, the movement sparking the dog to stand up on shaky legs and move forward into her owner’s arms.

“I’m here, sweet girl.” Y/N whispered into her fur as the dog continued to cry, her tail now wagging more furiously as her familiar scent washed over her. Ellies nose was dry as she sniffed at Y/N’s cheeks, most likely due to a lack of water. Y/N would have to get some for her, as well as some food. But for now she had her arms wound tight around her dog, shoulders shaking with relief. She wasn’t alone anymore. Ellie wasn’t alone anymore. They had found each other within the chaos.

“I’m here.”

~ present day

“We have to go.”

Eren’s words were sharp with the command, maybe too soon after the fact. There were protests from Gabby, who tried to argue that there was more time needed to recover. Y/N wanted to agree with her— in favor of her poor old dog still trembling in her lap, but she knew that Eren was right. Especially at the mention that more of them could be on their way as soon as they didn’t hear back from the man that seemed to be their leader.

So now they were back to wandering through the forest, before the sun had even begun to rise. The shadows overcast from the trees were shifting and changing in Y/N’s tired mind, looking far too much like more enemies they might have to defend themselves against. She jumped more often than not at any slight movement, still shaken by the events that transpired.

Ellie was tied to her waist by a rarely-used leash, too worried to let her dog wander off like she usually did. Not that she would’ve done so, Ellie was sticking close to Y/N’s side, her movements slow and careful. Though, the reassurance the leash provided was always welcome. She wanted her dog near her, somewhere close, where she would be safe.

It would be a lie if Y/N said she wasn’t worried. Her dog had taken many hits before, some much worse than what happened tonight. But Ellie was getting old, her reaction time much slower than what it once was, now proven with the timid dog that walked in time with her steps. The bounce back of her usual energy was taking much longer than it ever has.

Y/N didn’t dare think of the extremities that could’ve taken place tonight, if her captor had been that much more forceful, or if Porco had been quicker with his gun. She could have lost the one thing that mattered most to her in this world. She still could. It was hard to keep the fear at bay. Death was imminent, there was no getting around it, but with the way Y/N’s worries plagued her mind it was like she enjoyed the torture of fearing the inevitable. Her overactive imagination was far too strong for her own good.

The only thing that anchored her to reality was the man who walked a few paces in front of her now.

Eren was strong with the way he moved through the shadowed forest, deliberate with his actions just as he was earlier that night. It seemed as though he wasn’t affected at all by what had happened, his strength resounding in the very way he kept them all moving. At the moment, Y/N was grateful for his resilience, it was like a spark of hope lighting itself against the aggressive darkness of dread.

It was the very lifeboat Y/N needed to pull herself from her own harrowed worries. She kept her eyes on the shoulders that were often brushed by the low hanging branches surrounding them. The sight of him keeping her present, keeping her moving.

Gabby, on the other hand, was far in the distance behind them, her feet dragging through the foliage that lay beneath their feet. Her demeanor was soft and quiet, unlike anything Y/N had known of her from before. Every so often Eren would turn, his teal gaze catching on to Y/N before shifting towards the young girl behind her. His brow would soon furrow every time he realized she hadn’t moved any closer.

With the time Y/N had now gotten to know the man, she knew that look well. He was worried— just as she was. Though this time it was more so than ever before. Perhaps he was worried for Gabby the same way Y/N was worried for Ellie. The events of the night caused far too much damage beyond the physical realm. The woman was unsure of what that damage could be for the young teenager, but it burdened her nonetheless. Since she now seemed to care about her as much as any other friend she’s had in her life.

So as the sun began to rise, and the day went on, there were many times when Y/N tried to engage the girl in conversation, ranging between casual topics to more in depth questions about what she was feeling at that moment. But every single time, her attempts were brushed off by a shrug and a brief comment of dismissal. A nut too tough to crack.

“Does she seem off to you?” Eren once asked, as they took a break by a small river, a babbling brook carving its way through the forest floor. Serene in its very nature and a sight that would usually excite the young girl. Though now she only sat silently on a large rock stationed near the bank, knees curled in on herself as she took in the scene.

Y/N pursed her lips at Eren’s question, unsure how to answer it without worrying him further.

“I don’t know, she’s quieter than usual.” Y/N replied, careful with her words. “We didn’t get much sleep… maybe she’s tired.”

“Yeah.” Eren responded, though he sounded unsure. “Maybe.”

The conversation was put to rest as soon as they continued on with their journey. The remainder of it was surrounded in silence as no one dared to speak. They passed through endless miles of forest green, their footfalls ringing out into the nature beyond. There was not a soul in sight beyond those within their group. There weren’t even any buildings from what they saw last of the church that faded into the distance behind them. The road was far gone as they ventured deeper and deeper into the trees.

When the sun was low in the sky, casting golden light over their heads, being quite obvious there was no promise of a shelter with four walls and a roof, Eren had finally conceded their journey.

“We need to stop for the night.” He had said, now standing in front of a naturally formed alcove, established in the side of a hill.

The rest of them gratefully accepted his notion, their tired feet now overworked from a day of walking. Gabby immediately threw off the backpack that was digging into her shoulders, it falling onto the forest floor with a resounding thump.

“Finally.” She relented, flopping down besides her belongings, seeming a bit more like herself. Y/N smiled softly at the display, her worry slowly beginning to ease its way out of her system.

“We can set up a fire here.” Eren continued as the action-man he always was.

“You think it’s safe?” Y/N inquired, unhooking Ellie from her leash, allowing her to sniff around the premises they deemed worthy for their camp.

“We covered a lot of ground.” He nodded, already clearing a space for a firepit. “And if we’re sleeping outside we’re gonna need the warmth.”

There were no arguments after that. Within the hour, as the light of the sun faded over the horizon it was replaced by the bright orange of a flickering fire, sparks popping up into the cool night air. The respective facial features of each person surrounding the heat was underlit by the dancing flames, each one of them stoic in their silence as they ate at the meal prepared by Eren— who had returned to the camp after searching for firewood, with a rabbit bouncing on his hip.

It was the first hot meal any of them had in days, a welcome comfort after the distress they faced. And it definitely raised Ellie’s spirits as she sat by Y/N’s side, staring eagerly as the woman picked small pieces of meat off the bone, drool slobbering from her lips. She grinned at the sight of her silly dog with her wagging tail. Never able to refuse her, Y/N gave her a bite between each one of her own.

When she had gifted her dog the last bite of their shared meal, Y/N rubbed her greasy fingertips across her jeans, her gaze shifting. And then she stilled. Her eyes landed on the man who sat across the fire, she was met with the blinding teal of his irises. He was already staring at her. And he didn’t even feel the need to be ashamed he had gotten caught. Instead, his expression was thoughtful as he considered her, slowly chewing his food. His strong features were accentuated by the fire below his feet, a reminder of how handsome he was, sending a jolt through Y/N’s spine.

She felt herself flush and quickly averted her gaze, eyes now landing on Gabby— who at that moment decided to push herself up to stand, thankfully stealing away Eren’s intimidating stare.

“I’m gonna hit the hay.” She said, clapping her hands free from any dirt.

“Take the sleeping bag.” Eren responded with no hesitation.

“Don’t need it.”

“Like hell you don’t.” He retorted, before pulling said sleeping bag out of his bag and tossing it her way. The girl plucked it out of the air with ease, but still rolled her eyes in the process.

“Fine.” She grumbled and then turned to go, probably hoping to make some distance between her and the firelight. But as the girl continued to walk away, Y/N realized she wasn’t stopping just beyond the orange halo of light the fire provided. She was moving deeper into the woods.

“Where are you going?” Eren was quick to react, standing on his feet. Gabby stopped at his words, turning to face him.

“I’m gonna sleep over here.” Gabby answered, jutting her thumb over her shoulder. Eren’s eyebrows furrowed.

“Why?”

“It’s called privacy, old man, ever heard of it?” She chided. Y/N noticed how a muscle twitched in Eren’s jaw. He took a step forward, perhaps about to drag the young girl back over to them by force. Y/N opened her own mouth before he could.

“Hey, Gabby?” She inquired, standing on her feet as well.

“Yeah?”

“Do you mind taking Ellie again?” Y/N asked, her tone soft with the question in contrast to Eren’s sharp frustration. “I think she prefers sleeping with you.”

A small smile flickered up on Gabby’s lips, she nodded simply and waited as Y/N prodded Ellie to follow after the girl, which of course she did happily. From the corner of her eye she saw Eren's shoulders visibility relax, but only slightly.

A deep sigh escaped his lips as he sat back down on the log he had dragged over near the fire earlier that evening, his fingers pinching the bridge of his nose. Y/N fidgeted where she stood, unsure of what to do with herself now that it was just the two of them.

“I’m sure she’s alright.” Y/N offered, bending down over her own backpack to tug out a small blanket she had buried deep in its confines. Something to do with her hands.

“She’s not acting like herself.” Eren countered, his hand dropping down to his lap, revealing his worried features.

Y/N shrugged, not having much to say on the matter since she’s only known the girl for a short amount of time. She did notice the difference with her most recent demeanor, but Y/N was once a teenage girl too, and she knew how much of a rollercoaster that was in and of itself.

“Maybe she really does want privacy.” She mused, as she spread her blanket out across the forest floor, close to the warmth of the fire.

“She hates sleeping alone.” Eren blurted, “Ever since I found her. If I wasn’t near her when she woke up, she’d…”

Eren shook his head, his words fading off his tongue. Perhaps in respect to Gabby’s newfound want of privacy, not wanting to reveal the moments when she’s weak. But Y/N didn’t take offense to that. She understood. As well as the fact that the picture was already painted.

“It’s just… weird for her to want to be alone. Especially after last night,”

“Well, she’s not alone, is she?” Y/N reminded him with a soft smile. He met her gaze, his own lips twitching up slightly with the reassurance.

“Yeah, you’re right.” He breathed, “Thanks… for that.”

Y/N shrugged off his gratitude, shaking her head, “Nah, don’t worry about it. It was the truth anyways, I think Ellie likes her more than me.”

Eren let out a low chuckle at that, causing Y/N’s stomach to dip. Her bottom lip tucked between her teeth to hold back a brighter grin. She hid her face by focusing on straightening out her blanket, even though she didn’t really need to.

“Are you going to sleep?” Eren asked, his attention being caught by her redundant movements.

“Um… Yeah.” Y/N said, her tone going up a pitch with hesitation. She had made the decision in the pause between her words. She wasn’t exactly planning on going to bed, but she supposed that’s exactly where she was headed with her current actions. “Are you?”

“I’ll probably stay up.” Eren told her. “Take watch.”

“Okay.” Y/N nodded, and then she paused again, looking around.

“Don’t you have a sleeping bag too?” She questioned.

“Oh, uh, no.” Eren replied, looking down at his feet. “That was our only one.”

“Won’t you be cold?”

“I’ll be fine.” He reassured her. Y/N narrowed her eyes at the man, unconvinced, but with the soft smile he offered her she found herself letting it slide. So instead of arguing, she slipped underneath her blanket— unconventional for sleeping besides a campfire, but better than nothing. And once she was settled, back turned away from the fire (as well as Eren’s burning gaze), her exhaustion finally registered in her brain. It was almost a surprise how quickly sleep took over her form.

Though she slipped out of it just as quick a few hours later at the aggressive sound of chattering teeth. She woke up with a furrowed brow as the sound had snuck into her dream in a confusing fashion. Rubbing the sleep out of her eyes, she raised herself on one palm, looking around the now darkened camp. The fire was almost completely out, only a few glowing embers sat among the ash. As her eyes adjusted to the dark, she took in the sight of Eren’s shadowed form, laid out in front of the log he once sat at. His shoulders were shaking, curled in on himself for any sense of warmth.

“Eren?” Y/N croaked. He jumped at the sound of her voice.

“Shit—” He sat up quickly from his position on the floor. “I’m sorry, I fell asleep.”

Y/N shook her head, to forego his apology, though she quickly realized how dark it was, and felt foolish since he probably couldn’t even see the gesture.

“That’s alright.” She then whispered, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, ‘m fine.” Eren replied.

“Are you sure you’re not cold?” She questioned again.

“Not at all.”

Y/N rolled her eyes. Another thing he couldn’t see, but maybe he could feel the force of her frustration as he spoke again.

“I’m alright.” He reiterated. Y/N let out a huff of annoyance. And then Eren’s teeth started chattering again. This was ridiculous.

“Eren, I’m not deaf, you know?” She argued. “I’m cold just listening to you. Take my blanket.”

“Then you’ll be cold.” Eren countered through the dark.

“I’ll be fine. I’ll take next watch.” She told him.

“But you were still sleeping.” Apparently he wouldn’t let this go. And Y/N’s patience was wearing thin.

“Fine.” She stated, her tone decisive just as her next choice. “Then come here.”

“What?”

“Come here.” She repeated, her frustration now very apparent.

“Why?”

“The way I see it, we can either keep arguing who gets to take the blanket or we can just skip ahead to the obvious solution.” She answered, sitting up all the way, her eyes finding purchase on his shadow in the dark.

“And the solution is…?”

“We’ll share.”

Eren didn’t respond after that. In fact it even sounded like he wasn’t breathing at all. He went so still that Y/N almost thought he had fallen back asleep. Or maybe even left her alone by the dying fire. She opened her mouth to say something more, but was cut off when Eren finally spoke.

“Are you sure you want to?” He asked, his voice barely above a murmur.

“Neither one of us wants the other to be cold.” She said, her frustration taking a back seat as she matched his tone. “It’s the only way.”

He paused again. But this time Y/N was certain he was there.

“Okay.”

Through the shadows of the night she heard shuffling as Eren stood from his spot. The sounds of his slow footsteps signaling his arrival to her side of the camp. When he finally reached her he had stopped— standing above her, hesitating for what was to come next.

Y/N stared up at him, his teal eyes somehow shining through the dark. Her stomach dipped once again once she realized how close he would be within a few seconds. Maybe that’s why he took a pause, maybe he realized the same thing. Y/N wondered if she should be nervous. Though she definitely was, as her hands trembled in her grip around the blanket. Even so, she held his gaze as she peeled back the fabric. A silent invitation.

A deep breath was released from the man in front of her, perhaps preparing himself. Though the pause was much shorter now as he soon accepted it.

They were silent as he placed himself beside her, fingers brushing when he went to grab his corner of the blanket from her. A soft gasp escaped her throat when they did. Y/N prayed Eren didn’t hear it.

Though that would almost be impossible considering how close they were. Y/N’s blanket was small— small enough to fit in her backpack comfortably with the rest of her items— so for it to be able to cover the both of them fully, their shoulders had to be pressed together, their backs against the forest floor. They both lay rigid, and uncomfortable. Afraid to move. Afraid to breathe.

They laid like that for a while.

“I’m worried about Gabby.” Eren whispered into the air, surprising Y/N once he broke the silence. His tribulations from before still haunting him to the point where he must’ve needed to say something out loud. Maybe their proximity made him feel safe to do so.

“How so?” Y/N encouraged, knowing that he’ll eventually reveal what was really going on, hopefully providing clarity on his own theories on why Gabby was acting so differently.

“She’s never killed anyone before… a person, I mean. ”

Oh. Y/N’s heart sank. What a strange joke made by the universe. Just the night before they were confiding with one another about the burden left behind by the cruel acts this new world forced your hand to make. And now Gabby was faced with the same moral dilemma. Even if the man deserved it, having to kill someone with your own two hands takes a toll. The first one being the worst of them all.

“I never wanted her to have to do that.” Eren continued, his words said with a slight strain in his voice. Y/N didn’t dare look over, in case he was displaying emotions that didn’t want to be shared. She kept her head faced towards the sky above, stars blinking down from between the branches of the high standing trees.

“I knew it was inevitable.” He added, and then he released another harrowed breath. “But she’s just a kid. I wanted to hold it off as long as possible… but now that it’s happened, I’m scared— no, terrified that…”

“That it will change her.” Y/N finished for him.

“Yeah.” He responded, even though she didn’t phrase it as a question. The word hung in the air above them, neither of them really knowing what to say.

“Well it is going to change her.” Y/N then said, ripping off the bandaid. “It already has.”

“I know.” Eren conceded, “But she shouldn’t have to know what it’s like. And now that she does… I’m even more terrified that she’s gonna end up like me.”

Y/N let herself look at Eren at that. His features were lost to the darkness, but she could see the silhouette of his nose. He was still looking away. Though his head slightly twitched towards her as she shifted under the blanket, changing her position so that she lay on her side, arms curled into her chest.

“Is that such a bad thing?” She whispered.

“If you knew who I was before… What I did before… maybe it is.” He replied.

“Before what?” Y/N questioned.

“Before Gabby.” He murmured. “...Before you.”

He turned his head to look at her, their gaze finally meeting once more. Y/N saw the worry that had been flickering over his irises all day, now at full force as he admitted his fears and his regrets. Y/N sucked in a breath, her own eyebrows tugging up with concern at what his self image was. She felt a desperate need to change that for him.

“As far as I can tell, if this is the person you are after meeting Gabby… if she was the one who pulled you out of whatever you used to be, I think she’ll be just fine. If you’re there to do the same.”

Eren’s eyes softened at her words. The tension slowly seeped out of his shoulders.

“She’ll need you there too.” Eren breathed, he shifted his body into the same position Y/N was in, they now faced each other head on, nowhere to hide as they held onto each other's gaze.

“You think so?” She murmured, a small spark of warmth glowing behind her sternum at the inclusion. It felt silly to be somewhat excited about the prospect, but it made her realize just how badly she needed the reassurance.

“I know so.” He assured her.

“And what makes you so confident?” She replied, lips tilting up in a half smile, her teasing coming out at the most inopportune moments. But Eren paid it no mind. Instead he simply answered her.

“Because I needed you.”

Y/N’s breath hitched in her throat. Her smile sliding off of her face in quick succession. His honesty sent a jolt of surprise to run through her nerves. Her eyes searching his face for any sign of the joke he must obviously be playing on her.

“At the church, you asked me if that was the case.” He continued, since Y/N’s words were lost to her. “And I just thought you should know that I do. I need you.”

“I need you too.” Y/N whispered, the confession falling so easily off of her lips. Almost like she was just falling into the motions of this conversation.

But of course the words were true. They couldn’t have been anything else. It was proven in the short amount of time they had known each other that they already needed one another to survive in a world like this. But perhaps there was something hidden. A deeper meaning that was not yet discovered. Or rather, not yet revealed. It was too soon to do so now. So perhaps they can hang on to the surface level, and find satisfaction within the shallow end.

Eren sucked in a breath at her reciprocating words. Almost like they were a surprise to him. But his softened features twisted harshly once again as remorse seemed to take over.

“I’m so sorry.” Eren had then said, closing his eyes and shaking his head against the earth beneath them, confusing Y/N in the process.

“For what?”

“For letting them hurt Ellie, letting them get to you.” He whispered, teal eyes revealing themselves, filled with shining regret. “And then when he… when he threatened to—”

“Eren.” Y/N said, her tone now pleading, knowing where he was going with this. She was desperate to stop the oncoming spiral he was headed towards.

“He was going to…” He swallowed around the words, unable to say them out loud.

“But he didn’t.” Y/N asserted, placing a hand onto Eren’s freezing cheek. His own large hand moved to cover it, like it was instinctual for him to do so.

“You must’ve been so scared.” He strained, fingers wrapping tighter around hers.

“I wasn’t scared.” Y/N shook her head, confidence dripping from every word. “Do you know why?”

“Why?”

“Because you were there.” She whispered as she shifted their hands so that they were now clasped in the small space between their bodies, wanting to make sure that he saw the truth within her irises. “I knew I’d be okay— that we’d all survive, because you wouldn’t have it any other way. There was no room for fear knowing that.”

Eren’s eyes flicked over each feature on Y/N’s face, as if he were looking for any hidden lies. When there were none to be discovered, a shaking breath of relief escaped from between his lips. He nodded in agreement.

“That’s what I felt too.” He revealed. “Having you there with me.”

“We make a pretty good team, huh?.” She smiled softly at him, causing a soft chuckle to push through his nose. The sound of content being the greatest thing she’s ever heard.

“I suppose we do.” He inevitably agreed.

And that was the last thing said before they let their conversation slowly fade into the night, being replaced by the soothing caress of sleep. The sound of their even breaths moving in time, their hands still intertwined between them.

Eren’s P.O.V.

Eren awoke to the sound of birdsong, and gentle blue sunlight that only shows itself in the early hours of the morning. His eyes were left without the usual bitter sting that came with a restless night of sleep. In fact, he had felt more rested than he had in years. Perhaps the difference was the woman that now resided in his arms, a position that must have formed itself sometime during the night.

The faded scent of mint overwhelmed his senses with his nose pressed into her hair. His rough calloused fingers had somehow slipped under the fabric of her shirt, firm against the burning skin of her hip, her back was held tightly against his chest from their proximity.

His heart stuttered, having her this close to him. Though he felt uncertain of how he was supposed to react to it all. Was he allowed to relish in the press of her body against his own? Was this something she wanted or perhaps it was all unconscious actions done under the influence of sleep and a need for warmth.

Of course that was when the woman shifted in his arms, though only doing so to sink deeper into the solid form of his body. Unfortunately, the action brought forth a shocking discovery when the curve of her ass brushed lightly across his crotch.

A low hiss escaped his lips when that in turn brought notice to the natural phenomenon that occurred behind his zipper whenever the sun would rise. Eren’s touch became softer and more unsure as he held his breath, willing all of the strength inside his body to hold himself still, not wanting to give her a rude awakening. But Y/N only relaxed further into his chest, the entirety of her now pressing solidly against the whole of him. He prayed to the universe that she was still asleep and unaware of what was happening behind her.

Eren shut his eyes, focusing on the pattern of his breathing.

They shot open when Y/N shifted her hips once more, ever so slightly but somehow more intended. Was she awake? Did she know what she was doing?

He found out the answer to that when she did it again, this time very much purposefully as the roll of her hips pulled a groan from deep within Eren’s throat. His own hips pressing back into her of their own volition. A soft sigh escaped the girls lips at the accidental reciprocation, her sound of satisfaction causing his cock to twitch in his pants.

“W-what are you doing?” He murmured into her hair, his hands shaking as they searched for an appropriate place to rest. His brain fuzzy as Y/N found a consistent pattern, his breathing growing heavy in her ear.

“Nothing.” She whispered softly, almost convincingly innocent. The next harsh grind of her ass caused Eren's hand to shoot out and grip at her waist.

“This isn’t why— shit—,” Eren strained, trying to convey that she didn’t have to do this for him, the words fumbling over his tongue. “I don’t want you to think that I—”

“—Shh. ’m not thinking anything.” She cooed, snaking a hand up to rest on the back of Eren’s neck, bringing him closer. A spark of electricity shot down his spine at the touch of her fingertips against his skin. “Just feels good.”

“Y-yeah.” Eren agreed breathlessly, dipping his nose down into the crook of her neck. “It does.”

Her reassurance brought a sense of confidence to the man, his grip growing harsher against her waist as he began to rut into her more deliberately. A sweet moan protruded from Y/N’s lips, the sound of it resounding in another twitch of Eren’s cock.

Heat began to surge all around them in a great contrast to the cool morning air. Unreleased tension threatened to burst as they continued to work themselves up. Y/N’s ass was now pushing back into him with a gentle rhythm, Eren pressing himself into her harder with each one of her back-thrusts.

Harsh desperate breaths wavered out from their throats, punctuated every so often by Eren’s low grunts and Y/N’s tiny whines.

Every part of Eren was on fire, a sheen of sweat layering itself onto his skin as he continued to hump into her, chasing a high that was dangerously close, far too soon.

Not that the woman in front of him was doing any better. She was arching into every firm grind of his hips, her mouth hanging open in a silent moan, shivering under the fingertips that Eren was now dragging over her skin, deeper into the fabric of her shirt. A sharp gasp left her lips when they brushed the fabric of her bra, catching on the hardened nipple underneath.

“Does that feel good?” Eren smiled into her hair, earning another sweet moan from the pride in his voice.

“Mhm.” She whined, nodding her head, her movements becoming quicker in her excitement.

“Feel’s good for me too, sweetheart.” He groaned, the nickname falling freely from his lips through the dizzying cloud of pleasure. “Gonna make me cum.”

“Please.” Y/N begged, grabbing the hand that was on her waist and holding it there, a silent concession to take what he needed from her.

A deep shudder rolled through Eren’s shoulders at the anticipation. More grunts tumbling from his lips with every thrust. He was pushing himself harder into her than ever before. He was close, so close—

“Ellie!”

The sound of Gabby’s voice had the two adults scrambling apart. Their secluded bubble of lust now burst and raining down on them with heavy disappointment and unyielding embarrassment. Abrasive in his actions, Eren stood quickly from his spot, turning away from the scene of the crime. Only for his eyes to land on Ellie, who sat at the precipice of the clearing, her tongue lolling out of her mouth, tail thumping wildly against the foliage.

The stupid, fucking dog.

“Don’t run off like that!” Gabby was soon to appear behind her, sleeping bag tucked under her arm.

Before Gabby caught sight of them and any shame that might still be lingering in the air, Eren quickly turned to the nonexistent last glowing embers of the fire, pretending to stomp them out like that was his plan all along. He heard the zipper of Y/N’s backpack behind him, surely busying herself with a different menial task to feign innocence.

“Morning.” The teenager called out as she closed the distance left between them. The two of them returned her greeting with some of their own, awkward in the way they spoke. But the young girl didn’t seem to notice, only moving to pack up the sleeping bag, completely unaware of their fragile facade.

Eren scratched at the back of his neck, the burn of Y/N’s touch ever present.

What the hell just happened?

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A/N: Honestly this chapter is all over the place but I hope you like it!! hehe! let’s see where there relationship goes from here, shall we?? muahaha ILYSM thank you for reading! <3<3

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