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Devour - Eren Jaeger

Summary : Eren Jaeger is a possessive and obsessed man who is completely and utterly devoted to you and — only you — and your heart isn’t all he chases after. He wants all of you, your taste, your skin, your breath, your soul—like he’s a starved man and you’re the only thing that can satisfy him. And tonight, he decides he’s had enough of your ruthless teasing.

Warnings : NSFW, Intense Intimacy, Dom!Eren, Biting/Marking, Oral Fixations, Oral Sex (F Receiving), Possessive Behaviors, Heated Make-out Scenes, Neck kisses for daysss, Pet Names, Fluff under that freak, lowkey daddy kink??

Word Count : 1.5k

A/N: guys should I start writing more needy Eren?? Uploading my Jean fic onto here soon🤗🤗

You should’ve known better than to tease Eren like you did. Lingering stares all night—touches that left little to his imagination. You knew how to push his buttons. You should’ve never let Eren look at you like that.

That hungry, almost starving, dark stare he gets—half-lidded, all-consuming—like he’s thinking of a hundred different ways he could ruin you with just his mouth. And maybe he is.

“You keep looking at me like that,” you whisper, breath catching in your throat as you lean against the kitchen counter, “like you wanna eat me.”

Eren moves closer, slow and deliberate—like a predator savoring the moment before he pounces.

He doesn’t respond with words.

Instead, one hand slides to your waist, the other gently tilts your chin, making you look at him. His thumb brushes over your bottom lip, his eyes locked on your mouth like he’s already imagining how it tastes. His tongue runs over his lower lip before he pulls it between his teeth, his gaze flickering between your eyes and your lips.

“Maybe I do,” he murmurs, voice low, gravelly, dangerous. “Maybe I’m starving.”

Your breath hitches. You feel your body begin to burn.

He leans in closer, chest brushing yours, lips ghosting over your ear. “You have no idea what you’re doing to me, baby. I dream about this. About tasting you. Touching you. Making you scream my name until it’s the only thing you can remember.”

Chills run down your spine, his words making you rub your thighs together, trying to ease the aching warmth between them. His fingers tighten on your waist.

“Then do it,” you whisper, breath hitching in your throat. “Stop teasing.”

That’s all he needs to hear before something in him snaps.

Eren lifts you effortlessly, setting you on the kitchen counter like it’s his throne and you’re the crown jewel. His hands spread your thighs apart as he steps between them, eyes burning with hunger.

“I’m not teasing anymore,” he says. “Not tonight. I need you.” He whispers it against your lips before crashing his mouth to yours.

He devours you—not with his teeth (yet), but with his mouth, with kisses so deep and consuming they leave you breathless. His tongue slides into your mouth like he owns it. Like it’s his and only his.

He can’t keep his hands still. One slides into your hair, tilting your head back as his lips trail down your jaw to your neck. He kisses and sucks at your most sensitive spots. He moans low against you, like your taste alone is enough to make him come undone.

Your fingers tangle in his hair, tugging as he sucks a mark into your neck. You let out a breathy moan, wrapping your legs around his waist, grinding down against the bulge in his pants in search of relief.

“You’re so sweet,” he growls, right before sinking his teeth into your neck—gentle, but firm enough to mark you.

“Eren,” you gasp, pulling at his hair.

“You like that, baby?” he asks, voice thick with lust. “When I bite you? When Daddy marks you?”

You nod, barely keeping your composure.

Eren pulls back to look at you—hair messy, pupils blown wide, jaw tight like he’s holding back.

“Say it,” he demands. “I wanna hear it. Tell me you’re mine.”

“I’m yours,” you whisper.

“Louder.”

“I’m yours, Eren.”

That’s all it takes.

He groans like he’s waited his whole life to hear that. He drags you closer, mouth crashing into yours again—needier, more desperate. You’re drowning in him—in his heat, his touch, his taste. He kisses like it’s a promise. Like it’s the only thing he knows.

Eren lifts your shirt over your head, peppering kisses across your skin as he lays you down against the counter. His lips trail down your stomach, worshipping and claiming it as his. “You don’t get it,” he murmurs between kisses, lifting his head to lock eyes with you, pupils blown. “You’re everything to me. I’d burn the world for you. I’d break every rule.”

His voice softens, his expression shifting—eyes heavy with devotion.

“I’d ruin you just to rebuild you as mine.”

You don’t even realize you’re whimpering until he chuckles.

“You like it when I talk to you like that,” he teases, lips brushing the inside of your thigh. “Don’t you?”

You’re at his mercy—half-naked, spread on the counter.

Then—he surprises you.

He slows down.

He presses a kiss to your knee. Then your hip. Then rests his forehead against your skin, taking a deep breath.

“You always make me feel like I’m starving,” he says quietly. “Like I’ll never get enough of you. But I don’t want to scare you off. I just… I want all of you. I need all of you.”

You run your fingers through his hair, softening him. “I’m not scared, Eren. I could never be afraid of you. I want all of you, too. Don’t hide from me… I want all of you—the good and the bad.”

Eren lifts his head, eyes ablaze. His voice is softer now—vulnerable. Rare. “Even the parts that want to mark you up? Bite you? Own every inch of you?”

You nod, pulling him up by the collar to kiss him again. “Especially those parts.”

That’s all it takes.

He picks you up effortlessly, carries you to the couch, and lays you down gently. The moment your back touches the cushions, his clothes come off. Eren’s body is perfect—like he was carved by gods.

His eyes drag over you like he’s seeing you for the first time—like he hasn’t just spent the last hour worshipping your body. There’s hunger there, but not rushed. It’s darker. Possessive.

“did you think I was finished with you?” he murmurs with a sly grin on his face, fingers tracing the curve of your hip, nails grazing lightly just to watch you twitch. “You look so beautiful like this, baby.”

His hand finds your throat—never tight, just enough to make your breath hitch. Just enough to make your thighs clench around him as he settles between them.

“You like that, don’t you?” he smirks, voice low and rough. His hair’s a mess, his skin flushed—but nothing about him is careless. He’s all intent. All control.

You try to tease him—say something back—but your words die when his hand slips beneath your soaked panties. One cold finger slides between your dripping folds.

You let your head fall back against the couch, moaning. “Please, baby—need you,” you whimper, hands in his hair. He groans, sliding your panties off.

“So wet, and it’s all for me,” he mutters, pressing a kiss to your core, making you whimper. “You’re perfect. Fuck—you’re so perfect.”

He doesn’t rush.

His tongue teases your slit, slow and deliberate. “Fuck—oh my god—” you gasp.

Eren groans against you. “Taste so fucking good.” He laps up every last sweet drop from your dripping cunt, sucking on your clit until you’re moaning his name like a prayer.

“Quit squirming, mama,” he groans, locking eyes with you. His tongue works you over like he’s starved. You’re crying out his name, your body trembling. “M’ gonna cum—please, oh god, please—”

“Cum for me, baby. Cum on my tongue,” he breathes against your sticky heat. He teases your entrance before sliding in a finger—you moan, body arching.

You glance down at him—and he’s already looking up at you, eyes full of something deeper. His tongue slurps at your puffy folds, his finger curling just right. You grip his hair tight.

“Fuck, fuck—f-fuck—it’s too much!” Your moans spill out as your orgasm overtakes you. Back arching, eyes rolling, breath catching. Eren groans against you, suckling your clit through every wave.

“Mine,” he growls, pulling his fingers out and sucking them clean.

He lifts his head, chin dripping. You laugh breathlessly, kissing his soft lips, tasting yourself as your legs wrap around him, pulling him close.

“I love you, Eren,” you whisper.

He smiles against your lips, pecking them gently. “I love you more.” Then collapses on top of you, forehead pressed to yours.

Afterward, when your breathing settles and your heart stops racing, he pulls you close, cradling you against his chest like you’re the most precious thing in the world—because to him, you are. One hand threads through your hair, the other wraps around your waist, holding you like he never wants to let go. His warmth seeps into you, steady and grounding. There’s nothing else like it—this quiet, sacred feeling of being wrapped in Eren’s love. Safe. Cherished. Home.

“You’re mine,” he whispers against the back of your head, lips brushing your skin. “Forever.”

You smile, heart full. “Forever,” you whisper back—and mean it with everything you are.

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Shut Up and Stay Still - T. Fushiguro

Summary: After a botched mission and a shared room, you and Toji Fushiguro finally let the tension between you two break. He’s bloodied, cocky, and tired of pretending he doesn’t want you — and you’re not going to pretend you don’t want him, either.

NSFW 18+/WARNINGS: Rough Sex, Semi-Public Sex, Size Kink, Wall Sex, Choking, Light Dom/Sub, Reader-Insert.

Word Count: 1k

A/N : Haii sooo Ive just recently picked up writing again as a hobby and I’ve been posting on ao3 bcs tumblr was being weird and not letting me post but now I can! I’m also (stvrsplatinum) on ao3!!

The door slams shut behind you both, the echo sharp in the quiet inn room.

You’re pissed. Not just because the mission was a disaster, but because he didn’t listen. Toji Fushiguro, all blood-slick muscle and smug mouth, dropped into a cursed zone like he was immortal — and maybe he is, with the way he throws his life around like a weapon.

He tosses his gear down and rolls his shoulders, shirt clinging to his sweat-slicked chest, still breathing like the fight hasn’t quite left his body.

“You gonna keep pacing, or you gonna tell me what your problem is?” he asks, cocking his head with that lazy smirk.

“You’re my problem,” you snap. “You went rogue. Again.”

“And it worked.”

“It always works until it doesn’t. You could’ve died.”

Toji steps in close. Close enough that you can smell the iron tang of blood on him, the sweat, the adrenaline still humming beneath his skin.

“You worried about me?” he murmurs. “That’s cute.”

You shove him — maybe too hard. He laughs, grabs your wrist. “That fire’s hot, sweetheart.”

“Don’t call me that.”

“You really that mad, or just trying not to admit how bad you wanted to jump me when I sliced that cursed spirit in half?”

“You’re delusional.”

He leans in until your back hits the wall, pinning you with the weight of his body and his gaze.

“You keep looking at my mouth,” he says.

Your breath catches. You hate that he’s right. Hate that something about him — violent and alive and too real — makes your thighs press together.

Toji’s smile turns wolfish. “You gonna keep pretending or let me fuck that attitude out of you?”

You don’t answer. You don’t have to — he kisses you before you can.

His mouth is all heat and teeth, claiming more than asking. You gasp into it, and his tongue slides against yours with a growl like he’s starving. His hand snakes into your hair, fisting it tight as he pulls your head back, baring your throat.

“You’re not gonna talk back now, huh?” he mutters against your skin.

He slides a hand under your shirt, palm rough against your stomach. “So soft. Always pretending you don’t want this.”

“Fuck you,” you bite out, breathless. “Oh, you will,” he says, low and dark.

He turns you roughly, pressing your front against the wall. His hand runs down your back, then lower, cupping your ass through your pants.

“I’ve been thinking about this since day one,” he says. “About bending you over and making you forget how to speak.”

You hear the belt buckle come undone and feel the brush of his cock — hot, heavy, already hard — against your thigh. You barely get your pants halfway down before he pushes them the rest of the way, one hand gripping your hip, the other teasing between your legs.

“You’re soaked,” he growls, sliding two fingers through your folds. “This what anger does to you?”

“Shut up and—ah—”

He sinks two thick fingers inside you, curling slow and deep. You cry out, cheek pressed to the cool wall. He fucks you with his fingers until your knees buckle, his other hand moving to your throat, gently but firm — a reminder that you’re his now, at least for this moment.

“Beg for it,” he says again, mouth hot at your ear.

You stay stubborn for one more second — then he pulls his fingers out and smacks your ass once, hard enough to make your breath catch.

“Okay—fuck, please,” you whisper. “Just fuck me already.”

He doesn’t make you ask twice.

Toji lines up behind you, one hand spreading you open as he pushes in — slow, deliberate, inch by inch. He’s thick, and the stretch burns in the best way. You bite your lip to keep from moaning too loud.

“You take me so well,” he grunts, bottoming out with a low groan. “Fuck—tight little thing.”

He pulls back and slams back in, hard. The wall rattles. You gasp.

Every thrust is deep, fast, brutal — like he’s punishing you for every time you looked at him like you hated him when you really wanted this.

You cry out, and his hand slips over your mouth. “You wanna wake the whole inn?”

You shake your head, eyes fluttering.

He leans forward, grinding into you with a slow thrust that hits you just right. “Then be good and stay still.”

You come undone with his name muffled behind his palm, walls fluttering around him as your legs tremble. He groans, pace stuttering, hips snapping hard as he chases his release.

When he finally spills inside you, it’s with a low, rough noise and a bite to your shoulder that makes your knees almost give out.

The only sound after is your uneven breathing, the creak of his belt, and his fingers dragging down your spine in slow strokes.

You barely register the soft kiss he presses between your shoulder blades.

“You alive there?” he mutters, voice hoarse.

“Barely.”

He chuckles, arms wrapping around your waist from behind as he tucks himself back in. “Told you I’d fuck the attitude outta you.”

You lean your head back on his shoulder, dazed. “You’re still a reckless asshole.”

“Yeah,” he says, kissing your neck again. “But you like me like this.”

You hate that he’s definitely right.

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7 Minutes (credits to attackonfics from ao3)

Chapter 1

It was going to be another peaceful night for you. You had your tea, a diffuser full of lavender oil going in your room, your headphones, and your laptop. All you wanted to do on the weekends was binge Netflix and have a moment to yourself. Since the new semester started, you were up to your elbows with work from all your classes. Being that your freshman year had gone so-so regarding your grades, you were determined to do better for your sophomore year. You had your routine and you stuck to it. Although it put a bit of a dent into your social life, you were convinced that this was for the best.
What the hell could this year bring you that was new anyway?
You sipped on your drink and started to slip your headphones over your ears when your roommate Hitch barged in.
“Hey,” she said as she closed the door behind her.
Without waiting for your answer, Hitch stripped off all her clothes and started to rummage through her dresser for something new. You learned early on that living with Hitch meant you’d be seeing her nude more times than you wanted.
She was comfortable and confident with herself, though, and you had to admire that.
“Another cozy night in?” she teased as she looked over her shoulder.
“Yes. Another night out?” you countered, making her stick her tongue out at you.
Your roommate during your freshman year was quiet and kept to herself. Naturally, the two of you got along. But then she transferred and you were reassigned a new roommate for the next year. Although you liked Hitch in your own way, she was different from your old roommate. Hitch was far from quiet, and she couldn’t keep to herself to save her own life. She loved talking to you even when you wanted quiet, and there was nothing more that she liked than being in your business. That was, when she wasn’t going to parties nightly, or bringing different guys and girls back to the room.
You got so used to seeing scrunchies tied around the doorknob in the middle of the day, that the library almost became your second dorm.
She at least had the decency to never take them back to the room when you were asleep though. Then again, you were always asleep before she was.
“God damn it, that’s not the dress I want,” Hitch muttered to herself.
She tip-toed over to her hamper full of dirty laundry and started to pull through the clothes there. You shook your head as you tried to hold your judgment, but you knew Hitch couldn’t care less. Your gaze wandered back to your laptop and the movie you had loaded up, but you were pulled out of your thoughts again when you heard Hitch yell.
“YES, PERFECT!”
Your eyes darted up to see she was holding up the tightest, shortest piece of clothing she owned. While you were sure it was a simple black tube dress, you swore that from far away it looked more like a top. Hitch jumped into the dress as soon as she found it, then sprayed perfume on it. She gave you a wink when she caught your eye, and grabbed her makeup bag so she could sit on your bed with you as she got ready.
“What movie are you watching tonight?” she asked as she applied some mascara to her lashes.
Unbothered, you simply looked over at her with a smile, both amused and horrified by how unkempt she looked. Her hair looked matted as if she’d just gotten back from a romp with some random person, and as amusing as it was to you, you couldn’t let her go out like that.
“Something from Netflix’s top 10,” you sighed, getting up so you could get a hairbrush for her.
“Thanks, babe. Which gloss?” she beamed at you as she held up two lip glosses that looked a shade or two off from one another.
You jutted your head towards the pinker one in her left hand, and she praised your decision before pinching your cheeks.
“You know you’re invited to come with me,” Hitch sang out to you.
She began applying glue to a strip of lashes, while you brushed her hair out, and you had to admit a tinge of envy bloomed in your stomach. Even though Hitch partied and hooked up with people left and right — she still managed to go to work, keep up with her classes, and maintain a decent GPA.

it wasn’t even as if you didn’t go to your fair share of parties. Your freshman year had more than enough. But after almost failing a class and getting the verbal lashing of your life from your parents, you weren’t sure you wanted to go back to that. This wasn’t going to be the year for fun, and you had to be okay with it.
“Helloooo,” Hitch called your name out.
“What? I heard you, I just didn’t say anything.”
Hitch pinched her lashes together and started to flutter her lashes at you as she adjusted to the feeling of the fake lashes over her real ones.
“I know. And I’m telling you that you are invited.”
Her hands were intertwined with yours now as she gave you a gentle tug towards her chest.
“Babe. You are young. Hot. Single. Smart. Whatever. You deserve to have some fun sometimes. I’m not saying you have to be like me, but just come out with meeee. For like two hours, and then we can go. Please. I hate thinking about you all alone in this fucking room every weekend. PLEEEEASE.”
Hitch was full on pouting at this point, bouncing up and down in your bed as she tried to beg you to come out with her. From the look on your face, she could tell that you were musing it over. Your teeth met your bottom lip as you contemplated more about the decision, and she didn’t stop her begging.
“Please. Please. Please. Let loose for once. Relieve some stress with me. You don’t have to stay the whole time, just try. I’ll even do your makeup,” she pleaded. “I think I have a dress you can borrow, too.”
“Is it clean?” you jested, letting go of her hands.
“Ha, ha. Very funny,” she rolled her eyes at you. “Wait. Is that a yes?!”
A sigh left your lips and you glanced at her for a second too long. Truthfully, you were stressed. It sounded appealing. The nights when Hitch would come in and out of the dorm made you envious sometimes. Although you weren’t the biggest partier, you still enjoyed them from time to time.
Kind of.
Your yes was quiet, but Hitch tackled you with a hug before you even got the full word out.
“For real, you’re coming? Tell me you’re not joking!” she cheered your name and poked your chest repeatedly out of excitement.
“Yes, Hitch. I’m serious - get off, I can’t breathe,” you muffled into her bony shoulder.
She popped off you and clapped her hands together, but you held a hand up to her before she could say any more.
“I can do my own makeup, though. And I have my own clothes,” you laughed.
“FUCK YES!!” Hitch screamed. She then started to dance around the room while she tapped on her phone, completely giddy like a schoolgirl over the fact that you would be joining her for the night.
Grabbing your shower caddy from your bedside, you merely shook your head at her in laughter and ran off to the shared bathrooms so you could at least get clean before arriving.
The party Hitch wanted to take you to was at one of the frat houses on campus, supposedly known for throwing some of the best parties at your university. You had remembered hearing stories about the Ekato Tessera chapter, but you never had a chance to go to any of their parties before. The house itself wasn’t too far away from where your dormitory building was, so you and Hitch chose to walk the short distance.
You briefly cursed yourself as the cold wind brushed against your bare legs. While you didn’t wear a dress as short as Hitch, you still chose one of your most flattering dresses. When you had finished with your hair and make up, Hitch wolf-whistled at you, making off-color compliments about how pretty you looked. She joked that you were going to steal all the guys from her, and that there’d better be girls there for her to make up for that.


You couldn’t lie — it did boost your confidence. While you were no blushing virgin, it had been a while since you had gotten laid. The last time was with some random guy you had English Composition with, and it was nothing but disappointment. A few strokes with no attempts to touch your clit, and he was done.
You swore off casual hook-ups since then.
As the two of you got closer to the house, you could see swaths of people entering the door. The house w it did boost your confidence. While you were no blushing virgin, it had been a while since you had gotten laid. The last time was with some random guy you had English Composition with, and it was nothing but disappointment. A few strokes with no attempts to touch your clit, and he was done.
You swore off casual hook-ups since then.
As the two of you got closer to the house, you could see swaths of people entering the door. The house was booming with music, and a few people were already passed out on the front lawn next to a few keg barrels. Some of the rowdier frat boys started to whistle as more girls passed the door, and sensing your discomfort, Hitch grabbed your arm and stood in front of you protectively while she led you inside the house.
“Don’t mind them,” she muttered, turning her head to you and keeping her grip on you the entire time. “They’re just freshmen or idiot pledge-wannabes.”
You laughed at the mere idea of Greek life, and thanked your lucky stars for a friend like Hitch in that moment. Although she intruded on you more than you liked, you couldn’t deny that she had a good heart and at least cared about you.
When you entered the interior of the house, you could see people dancing in one room, drinking, making out, grinding against each other, and packed back to back like sardines. Sensing your mild discomfort again at the sheer size of the party, Hitch moved to hook her arm around yours and leaned in.
“Don’t worry, these aren’t the people we’re partying with. Luckily for us, I know the president. He doesn’t even bother being up here half the time,” she frowned as the two of you walked past a couple who looked like they were trying to swallow each other’s faces.
A few more passes between crowds of people, and Hitch finally led you to a space in the back of the house that was closed off for entrance. Standing outside the door was a big, braulic blonde guy who looked like he could crush someone’s head with one hand. Hitch gave you a sly wink as the two of you got closer, and unlooped her arm from yours.
“Hey Reiner, tell Jean I’m here. I brought a friend, too. Hope that’s okay,” Hitch tilted her shoulders towards him, letting her fingers dance across his bicep all while she spoke.
You couldn’t even hold in your laugh, especially because the guy called Reiner folded for her so easily and the stern look on his face faded away. He unclipped the walkie talkie hanging from his belt loop and phoned in for Jean, whoever that was.
“President,” Hitch whispered in your ear, reading your mind.
“Of course,” you giggled.
“What? We hooked up once or twice,” she shrugged. “It was good, too. Obviously trying to get some again tonight. Oh my god, I have to tell you about this one time when he ate my -”
“You girls can head in,” Reiner said, interrupting Hitch and jerking his head toward the door.

The two of you stepped past him and you could see stairs leading down to what looked like the basement. Hitch led you down the entire time, refusing to let go of your hand out of support.
If you thought the upstairs of the frat house was huge, you underestimated how big the rest of the house was. The basement was just as spacious, with a living room, its own individual kitchen, what looked like two bathrooms, and a few closed doors you assumed to be bedrooms. The music down here was a lot softer and chill, a mix of R&B and alternative. Not to mention there were way less people. It seemed as if this space was reserved for those higher up in the fraternity hierarchy and their friends.
“President and VP live down here,” Hitch giggled, reading your mind.
“Let me guess, you’ve been fortunate enough to hook up with the VP, too?” you asked, turning to her with a smile.
“What?! No. He’s a fuckboy, I would never. And if you’re smart, you wouldn’t either,” she warned, her face turning rather serious.
“Well at least let me know who -”
“Hitch! Glad you made it,” a voice called out.
The two of you turned to see a tall, sandy-haired boy approaching and you assumed it had to be Jean from the overly friendly embrace they gave each other.
“Jean, this is my roommate,” Hitch introduced you by your name and ushered you closer.
“Hey. Hope you’re enjoying yourself so far,” he said with a kind smile. “Sorry for whatever you may have seen upstairs. It’s my job to be the professional babysitter for seventy idiots and I’m off on the weekends.”
Jean said this with his hands on his hip like an annoyed mom, and neither you nor Hitch could suppress your laughter.
“It’s fine, Jean. Thanks for having me,” you grinned.
“Sure. Any friend of Hitch is a friend of mine. If you girls want drinks, that’s your guy,” he said, gesturing to a short, semi-bald kid in the corner who was mixing at least four different bottles of liquor together with soda.
All of you grimaced at the sight, and Jean shook his head in disbelief and disgust.
Was he mixing clear liquors with dark ones?!
“Or...there’s drinks in the fridge if you want to head to the kitchen,” Jean finished, reading everyone’s mind.
“Thank you,” you breathed out in relief.
“Yeah, of course,” Jean said, the annoyance still clear on his face.
You could tell he almost had half a mind to walk over to Connie to stop him, but Hitch interrupted him before he could as she whispered into his ear, and Jean relaxed in her touch.
“Babe, we’re going to...step away for a moment. Will you be okay?” Hitch asked as she stood in front of him.
She started to bug her eyes out at you and mouthed “please”, and you laughed and nodded.
Who were you to cock-block her?
“I’ll be fine. Go. See you later.”
“Okay, love you!” she giggled before walking away with Jean.
The two of them left to go to his room, no doubt, and you had to admit they were a very cute couple. Even though she left you alone at the party with no one to talk to, you were more than capable of being at a party by yourself.
Even if you hated it.
With your roommate out of sight, you decided to make your way to the kitchen to find some food and drinks. The basement could’ve passed off as its own separate apartment, and you grew envious the more you explored it. When you finally made your way to the kitchen, you saw that no one was in there, shy of one girl who was pouring a bag of pretzels into a bowl for herself. On the kitchen counter were bags of chips, water, and other snacks. You smiled and made your way past her, and there you were — alone for just a second.

Really, just a second.
By the time you found a drink you didn’t hate from the fridge and had a bag of chips in your hands, you heard someone scrambling into the kitchen. You tried to turn your back to them so you wouldn’t be forced into a conversation you didn’t want, and you prayed that whoever was coming in wouldn’t be much of a “talker”. bc
All you wanted was a moment of peace to finish your drink, and eat your chips.
“Eren, grab me some water,” you heard a voice say.
“No, Connie - get it yourself. What the fuck do I look like?” the other voice replied. “Annoying as shit,” the voice continued to mutter as they got closer to the kitchen.
Whoever it was that entered made their way into the kitchen without acknowledging you, but their mood quickly changed once they got to where you were standing.
Please don’t talk to me, you thought.
“Oh. Hey,” the voice said.
Just your luck.
You turned to your side to see who it was, and you could safely say you had never seen him before. Clad in nothing but simple black sweats, sneakers, and a white t-shirt — you could tell the guy next to you clearly didn’t give a shit about impressing anyone at the party. He had his brown hair tied back in a messy, loose bun further indicating to you how little he cared about his appearance. And you couldn’t miss his bright, teal-green eyes which were looking down at your bare legs without any shame. They were half-lidded and a little red, and you could smell the faintest whiff of weed when he came close. When you met his gaze, he gave you a cheeky, boyish grin.

“Never seen you before. I’m Eren.”

You turned to face him and gave him your name, which he repeated about three times before giving you another smile. Oddly sweet for a frat boy, you thought.

“Nice to meet you. So,” Eren started to climb up to the counters so he could sit on it while he talked to you. He was so close to you, his thigh was practically touching your arm. “Why haven’t I seen you around? You new?”

“No, I’ve just never been to one of these parties before,” you shrugged, popping a chip into your mouth.

“Ohhh. Not much of a partier? Makes sense. You don’t look like one,” he tilted his head trying to study you.

What the fuck was he on about? You had your fair share of parties. You went to a ton last year. Sure, none of them were like this but who the fuck was this guy to judge you about anything anyway?

“I didn’t say that,” you said defensively, stepping back.

“Chill out,” Eren laughed. “It’s not a bad thing. If that’s not you, then it’s not you.”

You recoiled another step back from him, annoyed by how he was trying to analyze you despite having just met you. Eren was so...weird. How could someone be so charming one moment then obnoxious the next?

“I said I’ve never been to one of these parties, not that I don’t party at all.”

“Really? I wonder if we’ve ever met at other parties and you just didn’t know,” Eren challenged. “I think I would’ve remembered someone like you. I mean, these aren’t the only ones I go to. Did you go to Floch’s party last week?”

You had to roll your eyes. Was this boy always so annoying? Did he always talk this fucking much? You were about to open your mouth to reply but Eren stole one of your chips before you could and let out a laugh. When he tossed his head back to do so, you could see the faintest sliver of silver on his tongue indicating to you that he had a tongue ring, which was unexpected yet oddly fitting for him.

“I’ll take that as a no,” he said with a mouthful of food.

“Are you always like this?” you snapped. Eren reached out for your chips again, but you held it out of his grasp.

“Always like what?” he asked innocently, furrowing his brows at you and tilting his head again.

“Annoying.”

“Damn. It’s like that?” Eren held his hand to his chest as if he were wounded by your comment.

You were about to respond but got cut off when someone called out for Eren again. You weren’t sure if you were grateful for that or not.

“I’ll be right there,” Eren shouted back. He hopped off the counter and stretched his arm out over you for another chip, giving you the widest grin while you glared at him. Eren continued to chew the food he had stolen from you loudly (and on purpose), then reached behind your waist to grab two water bottles. He was uncomfortably close yet still distant. Almost like he was respecting your space but testing the waters with you all at the same time.

“Well, partier or not - it’s nice to see you here,” he said, giving you a smile once your name left his lips.

With that, he left you alone in the kitchen.

And there it was again.

That weird charm he oozed, without meaning to. The moment he said your name with sincerity and a smile, he reminded you of a boy-next-door. The kind you’d grow up with and crush on for ages. But just seconds ago when he was purposely pushing your buttons and trying to get you to admit that you actually weren’t a huge party-goer, he reminded you of the jocks that used to prowl around your high school. The idiotic kinds who’d crush soda cans against their heads just to prove that they could.

You weren’t sure how you felt about him, but he was...interesting.

That was for sure.

“Yo,” a voice called into the kitchen.

You recognized him as the bartender who Jean introduced you to earlier when he stepped in.

“We’re about to play 7 minutes in heaven, wanna join?”

You suppressed an eye roll. Were we all in high school?

“It’s either that or strip poker, and I see these guys naked all the time without wanting to. Take your pick,” he shrugged as he read the look on your face.

You sighed and slapped your hand to your head, and tossed your nearly empty chip bag into a nearby wastebasket. You were here to relieve stress. So what if that meant getting a little tipsy and making out with a stranger? Walking to the fridge now, you grabbed another one of the hard lemonades tucked away in the back and popped the cap off so you could take a sip. While you drank, you pulled your phone out to check for any messages, and saw that you had one from Hitch.

It simply said, “Busy....getting busy. XO.”

Seemed like you had no choice but to hang around for a little while anyway.

When you made your way out to the living room, everyone was either sitting on the floor with their drinks or sitting on the couches. Out of the corner of your eye, you spotted Eren making his way over to the couch so he could lay his head down onto some random girl’s lap. And while she playfully protested at first, all he had to do was give her that sweet grin of his and she acquiesced with no real fight.

He really was a charming bastard, wasn’t he?

You found a cozy spot near the corner by the girl who you saw in the kitchen earlier. She was sitting on a loveseat with the bowl of pretzels between her lap, and as soon as you sat down, she offered you some and introduced herself. You introduced yourself back to her and politely declined in favor of your drink, but you appreciated it nonetheless.

Connie seemed to be in charge of the game, and he read out the rules to everyone — half of whom weren’t even paying attention. If they weren’t on their phones, their eyes were glued to the television screen, which was playing a movie ripped from the theaters.

But the rules were simple enough.

Everyone had to write down their names and place it into a bucket. Connie would randomly draw out two papers, and whoever he picked, had to go into the closet for seven whole minutes to either make out, fuck, or do whatever they wanted to. The only rule was they had to be in there for the entire seven minutes.

It was more entertaining than you thought it would be. As the night went on, girls went in with guys, guys with guys, girls with girls, and so on and so forth. Cheers and claps were given to every person brave enough to exit and enter, but it was nothing too rowdy, surprisingly. You’d hear the occasional moan and a few thumps against the closet door, but no one seemed particularly lewd with anything they did. Everyone just wanted to hang out and do something to pass the time, for the most part. Then again, you supposed if they wanted to fuck, the guys all had their individual rooms for that.

Why bother doing it in a closet?

“Alright, next pair’s gonna be...Eren.”

Eren looked up from his phone, but didn’t pick his head up off the girl’s lap as he waited to hear who else he’d be paired with. You couldn’t lie, you anticipated it, too. You wondered how he’d react or if he’d bother going in anyway. He was kind of unpredictable to you. He was so -

“Hey,” Sasha, the girl who was next to you, elbowed you and said your name.

“What?”

“Didn’t you hear Connie? You’re paired with Eren, go!”

You had, in fact, not heard Connie. You were too busy thinking about Eren that it never even registered to you that you’d have no time to do that. When Sasha was able to get your attention, Eren popped up off the couch and sauntered over to the closet with a slight smile on his face. He folded his arms as he waited for you to get there, and you could feel your heart hammering in your chest with every step you took.

Why were you so nervous?

Eren looked at you out of the corner of his eye once you stood next to him, and both of you waited for Connie to unlock the door. Once he did, you both stepped in and faced Connie and the rest of the people in the room. Connie gave both of you a thumbs up as he did for every other pair, then set the timer on his phone.

“Alright, kids. Have fun,” he beamed.

Then the door shut behind you, and you heard the faint ‘click’ of the lock.

The closet was cramped and tight, leaving you and Eren with barely any room to move. Although there wasn’t any source of light around you, you could still make out his face in the midst of the darkness. He was standing so close to you that you could smell his scent with every inhale you took. The smell of weed had dissipated off his clothes, and all you could smell was a mix of vanilla, musk, and mint. You started to fidget in place as you thought about how attractive he was up close, and Eren seemed to notice your discomfort.

“We don’t actually have to do anything if you don’t want to,” he whispered.

You could hear the sincerity in his voice, which was such a welcomed change from the way he spoke to you when he first met you in the kitchen. It was soft, and gentle. Even the way he stood in front of you was different. He was leaning off to the side, trying to give you as much space as he could, which was saying a lot considering how small the closet was. The two of you were still close to each other anyway, but he tried. Although you appreciated the gesture, you couldn’t help but count down time in your head. Seven minutes was quickly passing, and you were about to pass up the chance to make out with a hot guy. The more you thought it over, the more appealing it was — just to be touched, even for a little bit. Eren was attractive enough, and he seemed to respect your boundaries, at least in this moment. It was odd, but the shyness that he seemed to exude when the two of you were behind closed doors only made you want him more.

“It’s okay, actually. I want to…” you murmured back as you moved closer to him so the two of you were chest to chest.

You wrapped your arms around Eren’s neck cautiously, feeling your pulse quicken the moment he leaned into your embrace. Your lips found Eren’s first as you slotted your mouth against his, and neither of you wasted time offering your tongues to one another as you were both on the same wavelength of acknowledging what little time you had. You admittedly had filthy thoughts about what that tongue ring would feel like, and your fantasies could not surpass the reality of the situation. The mixture of his soft, warm tongue combined with the cold metal made your toes curl, and he hadn’t even touched you. Not really, anyway. You wondered how long it had been for you as you felt your underwear getting slick with arousal, and you could feel your clit pulsating with anticipation just from kissing him.

Eren pulled you closer to him by placing his hands on your lower back, and the warmth of his large hands made you whine softly. While you should’ve cared about making so much noise, you didn’t. Some hot, cocky bastard was groping you with his talented tongue and hands, and he seemed to want you as much as you wanted him.

When Eren’s tongue teased your lower lip, and his hands started to travel over the fleshy globes of your ass — you let out a small moan into his mouth. You couldn’t control yourself as you rutted your hips against his front, making him pull away from you. He let out a breathy exhale and just stared at you while you stood there confused.

“What’s wro -”

“Can I do something?” he interrupted quietly, stepping back from you to try to create some space between the two of you.

You furrowed your brows in confusion, and Eren tilted his head at you. He started to lower himself down onto his knees, and that was when it clicked.

Oh.

“Yes or no?” he whispered your name as he inched up to your bare legs.

You could feel his heated breath fanning across your skin as his nose was face to face with your hips. Internally, you thought of the clock and wondered how much time you had with him because at this point, you didn’t want it to end. You chewed on your lower lip, and gave Eren a nod of consent, and a cocky little grin stretched on his face. Eren placed his hands on both sides of your waist, not missing the way you trembled under his touch, and in that moment — you realized that the obnoxious little shit you’d met in the kitchen was very present with you right then and there.

Maybe the shy thing was an act. Maybe the cocky bastard never went away. Or worse. Maybe he was both of those things, and you just got to see them all at the same time.

With a smirk, Eren pushed your skirt up and grinned as he savored the damp spot on your underwear. You wished you wore something cuter and rolled your eyes as you thought of the plain cotton panties you had on. But that thought left you the moment Eren put his mouth over your clothed sex and started to lick. You could feel a protrusion from where his tongue ring was, and immediately threw your head back at the new, foreign sensation. It was far from unwelcomed. Somehow the barrier made you even slicker with desire, and Eren could taste every bit of it as he teased you through your underwear with his mouth. When your hands reached out to grab his hair, he let out a breathy laugh.

“Hang on,” he muttered softly. “I got you.”

You flushed over how eager you were, but Eren didn’t seem to mind. He was surprisingly gentle with the way he pulled your underwear off, making sure to trail his fingers down the sides of your thighs with a tender touch. But that faded once he saw your bare, slick cunt right in front of his face and before you knew it — his mouth was back on you — this time, with a fury.

The unfamiliar feeling of the cold metal ball against your clit made you yank on his hair again, which only encouraged Eren to bring you even closer to his face. It added additional pressure on top of the muscle that was his tongue, and you had never felt so many sensations against your body at once. Eren gripped your hips with a bruising force while he licked and sucked on your clit, burying his nose and mouth deep into your wet folds.
“Holy fuck,” you gasped out as quietly as you could.
You could feel Eren smirking against your pussy as he licked lazy circles around your clit but before you could ask for more, he hoisted one of your legs up over his shoulder. He thrusted his tongue back into you and nuzzled his nose into your clit, making you squirm under his touch. Eren kept his eyes on you the whole time he ate you out. His hands never wavered from massaging your ass and thighs, and he kept pushing you closer and closer to his mouth as if he wanted you to be his last fucking meal. “Don’t stop” was the soft chant that left your lips the more he suckled and played with your aching bundle of nerves, and you could feel the fuzzy, dizzy sensation overcoming you as your orgasm approached. When the pit in your stomach unraveled, you almost fell over from the shock as you tried to ride out each wave of pleasure that washed over you.
Eren smirked into you again as you came down from your high, and moved his mouth off your pussy onto your inner thighs, leaving a trail of wet kisses across you. You were still quivering and breathless by the time Eren stood back up. He was kind enough to pull your underwear back up for you, and when he saw that you were still shaky, he leaned in to give you a gentle kiss. The slick of your juices were still coated on his mouth, and it took everything in you not to moan when you thought of how sinful it all was. As you grinded against his leg, you could feel the tent of his erection against your thigh. You tried to reach down for him, but Eren held your chin with his free hand to force you to look at him and he shook his head.
“Don’t worry about it. We don’t have that much time left anyway, annnd I don’t have a condom on me,” he laughed.
“Oh, but…” you chewed on your lip in shame as you realized you were the only one who came from this encounter.
It felt kind of in bad taste. You knew what it felt like to be the one left with no orgasm, you hated the idea of being the kind of person who only took and didn’t give. A timer going off outside signaled to the two of you that time was up, and you could feel a wave of disappointment washing over you as you realized just how short seven minutes was. Eren laughed again at the pouty look you had, and cupped your face in his hands.
“I -” he started to say.
“Eren, get the fuck out of there! Time’s up.”
“God damn it.”
He rolled his eyes and ignored the pounding on the door, but never took his hands off your face.
“Are you sure, I mean -” you stammered.
“HEY! GET OUT, LOVEBIRDS!”
“Jesus. Shut the fuck up, Connie!” Eren turned his head and yelled back.
He rolled his eyes again and leaned in to give you a sweet peck on the corner of your mouth.
“Eren, I -”
“It’s fine. And honestly?” Eren leaned into your ear. “I just wanted a taste.”
Eren pulled away with a smile and started to exit the closet. You swore you could see him wiping your remaining juices off his mouth with his thumb and sucking it off as he left you. And while you heard the oohs and ahhs as the door opened slightly, you ignored that over the sound of your heart beating in your ear.
Never in your life did you think 7 minutes in heaven would lead to something like that

 

Chapter 2

It had been a week since your encounter with Eren, and you still couldn’t get him off your mind. When Hitch would leave for class and you had the afternoon alone in the dorm, you’d often find your hands traveling down past your leggings, and you would be lost in thought. You thought about Eren’s warm mouth against your core, his silky hair, the cool metal of his tongue ring against your flesh, and the tender way he kissed you as if you were more than a one-time thing.
You had more of those mornings than you were proud to admit, and today was another one of them.

While you had no problem bringing yourself to pleasure either, it wasn’t the same kind of relief. Not the same relief that Eren gave you. Maybe it was the freedom in letting go of your inhibitions. Maybe it was the secrecy of orgasming behind closed doors with a handsome stranger while people gathered outside, no doubt fully aware of what the two of you were up to. The thought of voyeurism never even appealed to you until you had that moment with Eren. It felt salacious to even think about in your day-to-day. Then again, you couldn’t say you’d ever done anything like that before in your life, and a part of you was convinced that was the appeal.

Maybe that was why you couldn’t get Eren Yeager off your mind.

Sighing to yourself with a pleased but exhausted exhale, you removed your hands from your pants and reached for a tissue from your nightstand. As you cleaned yourself up, you decided to give yourself a pep talk.

You were not about to be hung up over a guy after one encounter.

The day was still early, you had shit to do, and most importantly, you had to focus on school.

That was your priority.

Not some guy.

Seeing that you had finished all of your classes early for the day, you figured that you could get some studying and work done in the library. You were going to have the entire day to yourself anyway, as Hitch texted you earlier to let you know she’d be with Jean for the weekend. There was no sense in being cooped up in your dorm any longer than you already had been, thinking about stuff that didn’t hold any weight over your life.

Whatever happened with Eren was fun, but you reassured yourself that it was only a (wondrous) one-time thing.

You hadn’t even seen him after the party even though your eyes shamelessly looked for him everywhere. It seemed like he barely existed on campus shy of the frat house.

Perhaps it was all for the best anyway.

At least that’s what you told yourself out of comfort.

After all, what were the odds that you were ever going to see him again?

You had been tucked away in the library for what felt like hours now. When you walked in, you quickly found the quietest spot you could, lucking out with a snug little alcove towards the back. It was the ideal studying spot, and you were lucky enough to have a view of the outside.

There was hardly anyone on campus, being that it was a Friday, and it was pouring rain outside. The rain was strong enough that deep puddles began to form where the campus grounds had natural dips, and you watched in amusement as students jumped into them like kids.

You always loved the rain.

That was why you went sans headphones today, as the pitter-patters of the rain slapping against the window was the perfect soundtrack for studying and focusing. This was more you than a party, and you had to admit, it felt nice to be back in your natural milieu.

Nothing could tear you away from the peace and quiet of -

“Hey, party animal,” you heard a familiar voice say.

Well, except for that.

That could definitely tear you away from...anything, if you were being honest.

When you looked up from your lap, you saw Eren waving at you with a smile. He was wearing a gray hoodie with jeans and sneakers today, with his hair tied back in his usual messy bun. His attire and hair were both drenched with rain water, and it was almost unfair how cute he still looked despite that.

What were the odds?

“Um, hi,” you waved back, making Eren’s face stretch into a sweet grin.

He strutted over to you with a confident swagger in his steps, then plopped right next to you. When he sat down next to you against the wall, he shook the water out of his hair like a dog coming into the house after going out into the rain, which made you giggle.

“What’s up?” he asked with a cocky smile as he watched the way your eyes lingered on his face.

The question admittedly threw you off, as it was the last thing you expected him to say to you.

After days of not seeing each other, Eren was going to act as if he wasn’t buried between your legs a week ago and attempt to have… a normal conversation with you?

Shaking your head, you tilted your head to the side to meet his stare and paused.

“Not much. I was just studying…” you started to trail off quietly as you watched the smile on Eren’s face stretch wide.

In that moment, you realized why he addressed you as “party animal” instead of your name at first. At the party, you defended that you did go to parties when you initially met him. But here you were, studying in the library, on a damn Friday night.

Damn him.

A small laugh left Eren’s lips when he realized you caught on, but he quickly pulled himself back together. In an instant, he scooched closer to you, so much so that his thigh was about a centimeter away from yours. When you didn’t push him away or indicate that you were uncomfortable, Eren then leaned over your shoulder to look at the book in your lap.

You could feel his breath close to your cheeks, making you warm all over, but he was still never too close for comfort. He always seemed to toe the line of being close enough, but never crossing the line exactly. Not unless you wanted him to. You appreciated that, and that was putting it lightly.

As he studied your book with intent, you noticed that his breath smelled like mints as if he’d tossed an entire tin of it away into his mouth before coming here. You shuddered as you remembered the way his tongue felt cool and sweet in your mouth...the way he smelled and tasted like mint then…and you silently prayed that Eren didn’t notice the way you squeezed your thighs together.

It seemed as if he didn’t, because he began reading lines aloud from your Public Health Ethics book, not even bothering to lower the volume in his voice. This got the attention of the librarian, who glared at the two of you from above the small book cart she was organizing, but Eren wasn’t fazed. When he did catch her eye, he continued to read from your book and gave her a little wave before smiling at you again, making you laugh.

What a dork.

You tucked some hair behind your ear and watched as Eren read your book with his tongue caught behind his teeth, almost as if he were trying to concentrate as hard as he could, even though you were sure he didn’t know what he was reading.

How could one person be so adorable?

When the librarian shushed at you and Eren again, you gave her an apologetic wave, then met Eren’s gaze again once he was finished. His eyes darted to the librarian once more, and he shook his head and laughed when she stormed off with a huff.

“Uh...I have no idea what I just read. What’s this for?”

There was genuine curiosity written all over his face, and his eyes gleamed bright as he stared at you in wait. You noticed that they lacked the redness they had when you first met, and you had to admit that a clearer, bright-eyed Eren was even more attractive than one who was high.

Not that you minded either one.

“Ethics in public health,” you said, smiling over his excitement.

“Cool. Is that your major?” he asked, tilting his head to the side.

“Yes, it is,” you laughed, still unsure of where this conversation was headed.

“What do you like -”

“Yo, Yeager-meister!”

The sudden interruption prompted the two of you to look up, only to see a red-headed boy standing before you.

“Hey Floch,” Eren replied back, lifting up two fingers to greet him in a half-hearted manner.

“Are you coming to my party tonight?”

You watched in amusement as Eren and his friend spoke but not because of their conversation. You were mostly amused because of the librarian who was lurking in the corner behind Floch. It shouldn’t have come as a surprise to you that she rounded the corner once more to spy on your section, especially because neither Eren nor Floch cared to lower their voices. You giggled as you watched her anger bubble over, and mentally calculated when she’d lose her temper and come over again.

“Yeah, man. You missed it, it was cool though. I’m serious, you should come to the one tonight. It’s gonna be even crazier,” you heard Floch say as you came back from tuning him out.

“Eh...I might skip this one, actually,” Eren shrugged.

“Why, you busy?”

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Eren’s eyes flicker over to you, then back to his friend, but he didn’t respond. The warmth that spread over your body met more than just your cheeks this time, but you said nothing and tried to hold in the smile that wanted to make an appearance on your face. Taking Eren’s silence as an answer, Floch shrugged and continued to talk.

“Either way, it’s cool, just text me if you decide to drop by, man,” Floch finished with a wave.

“Yeah, man. I will. See ya.”

With that, Floch left, and Eren turned to you. You shook your head, then pointed to the angry librarian across from the two of you in the hopes that Eren would actually try to lower his voice when he spoke to you again. Dropping his head close to your shoulder again, Eren let out a soft laugh. He refused to look at the librarian, and chose to look at you instead. When he met your gaze, he scrunched up his eyebrows in an adorable manner, making you giggle.

“Sorry about that,” he actually whispered.

“Don’t be. I didn’t know you were staying in on Friday. That’s unlike you,” you jested quietly, poking his firm bicep with your index finger.

“I know how to stay inside sometimes,” Eren shrugged, not giving into your teasing. “I mean, I was indoors when I met you. Doesn’t that count?”

You rolled your eyes over his cheeky, idiotic joke which prompted him to laugh to himself again. There was something oddly charming about the way he carried himself, that you found yourself comfortable in his presence. From his dorky jokes, to his self-assured swagger mixed with his strange sense of self-awareness — there was no denying that Eren was a charmer.

The more you studied him and his mannerisms, the more you realized that you liked it.

And if you had to be honest with yourself, you had to say that you liked it a lot.

“What are you doing in the library anyway?” you asked, leaning your head to the side.

“Had to get a book,” he shrugged.

“So where is -”

Before you could finish your sentence, you heard another voice greeting Eren. When you looked up, you recognized it to be the girl from the party — the one whose lap Eren was lying on moments before your shared seven minutes together.

“Hey Christa, what’s up?” Eren greeted kindly.

“Not much, just heading to work but I had to return a book. Are you going to Floch’s party tonight?” Christa asked with anticipation in her voice.

Once again, you tuned out the conversation to observe your surroundings; only this time, you focused on everyone behind Christa. While they spoke with each other, you noted that a lot of the people who were coming and going from the library all took a moment to say hi to Eren.

It was odd, seeing how popular he was. But then again, you figured he had to have been from around the area along with most of the people who attended you r college. You learned early on in your freshman year that more than half of students at Shiganshina University also all went to the same high school together, which wasn’t even thirty minutes away from the campus. Briefly, you wondered if Eren was just like this when he was in high school, too, then focused your attention back to the conversation before you.

“Alright, Eren. Let me know if you decide to drop by. Bye!” you heard Christa chirp.

When she left, she waved goodbye to the both of you and Eren gave you a shy grin again as he readied himself to apologize to you once more for the constant interruptions. Before he could even try to do that , the two of you heard kitten heels stomping across the carpeted floor, forcing you to look up again.

“Oh...hey, Ms. Reeves,” Eren gave the librarian a wide grin as she glowered down at the two of you, unimpressed.

“Mr. Yeager. People out here are trying to study. If you want to continue to talk, I suggest going into one of the study rooms with your girlfriend,” the librarian gritted out through pursed lips.

“Oh I’m not his -”

“You’re right. Sorry, ma’am. Won’t happen again. Come on, beautiful. Let’s go,” Eren laughed, reaching over to grab your book and bag with urgency.

He slung it over his shoulder before you could protest, then grabbed your hand so he could lead you towards one of the private study rooms. When the two of you walked in, the automatic lights flicked on and Eren set your bag and notebook down gently onto the table, shutting the door behind him with a sigh. He said your name, and scrunched his eyebrows at you again like he did earlier when he was apologizing.

“I’m really sorry about that. I don’t even remember what we were talking about now,” he ran his hand over the back of his hair.

You laughed at his sincerity, then pulled out some chairs so you could both sit down. Patting the wooden seat beside you, you signaled to Eren to come over and he did with a smile plastered on his face.

“We were talking about my major.”

“Oh, yeah. Public Health, right? Do you like it?” he leaned forward onto the table and put his chin in his hand like an eager little kid, making you giggle at his enthusiasm.

“I do. A lot actually,” you mirrored his actions, and leaned forward onto the table yourself.

Eren seemed happy with your answer, as he gave you another grin then grabbed your notebook off the table.

“Eren, what are you doi-”

“Tell me all about it. Why do you like it?” Eren continued, ignoring your protests as he pulled a pen from his pocket and began searching for an empty page in your notebook.

You furrowed your brows in confusion as you tried to make sense of what was going on, but Eren roused you away from your own mind with a gentle poke to your thigh.

“Why did you decide to major in public health?” he asked again as he started to doodle in your notebook, this time covering his work with one hand.

“Why can’t I see what you’re drawing in my notebook?” you quipped, trying to peek over his shoulder to get a better look.

“Cause it’s a surprise. I’ll let you see if you answer my question,” Eren said, practically giggling to himself as he maneuvered the notebook out of your view.

Sighing, you leaned back in your chair and studied Eren, curious to know what exactly his intentions were. You watched as Eren rocked back and forth in his chair, unable to keep his focus as he drew in the pages of your notebook, and wondered if he was always this energetic about things.

You blew some hair out of your face, and spoke.

“I wanted to major in public health because I want to help people,” you answered.

Eren briefly paused in his doodling so he could shoot you a sweet grin. He seemed genuinely interested in the matter, and it was endearing to you.

“That’s amazing. How does that work? Sorry, I don’t know anything about public health.”

“No, no. It’s fine. Umm, how do I explain it? You know how doctors treat illnesses and injuries?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, public health focuses on prevention instead. We focus on wellness and safety, and try to figure out how we can better society to keep people protected. Like seatbelt laws and stuff? That’s public health.”

Eren momentarily set his pen down, then turned to you with a sincere, sweet look in his eyes.

“That’s...really cool. You sound like you love it.”

“I do! What’s your major?” you asked, trying to lean over his shoulder once more to get a peek, but with no luck. His arm covered up the drawing well enough, and it was honestly useless to even try.

The longer you leaned over him, the more you could smell his scent. And there it was — the faintest hint of his musky vanilla cologne again. You felt your face warm once more when Eren turned to face you, keeping his face inches away from yours. Always too close for comfort but never more than necessary. His stare darted back and forth between your eyes and lips, and the involuntary lip bite you gave him drove Eren crazier than you knew. But he found his composure quickly, and answered you.

“Don’t have one,” he leaned in, letting out a soft laugh. “I’m undecided. Not surprising, I know.”

You laughed lightly, once again intoxicated by the smell of mints emanating from his mouth. It was odd how the two of you were acting right now. You wondered if he was ever going to bring up the situation again, or if he also saw you as a one-time thing, and was just being friendly right now.

You chewed on your lower lip, making Eren’s eyes flicker downwards to them once more.

You had to change the subject.

“...why does your breath smell so minty, Eren?” you asked, looking back up at him again, trying to shake off the tingle that shot up your spine.

When you asked him this, Eren tossed his head back, letting out a hearty laugh. He put his pen back in his pocket, then closed your notebook.

“Oh, yeah. That. I ate a roll of mentos when I was coming down from my high,” Eren ran his hand over the back of his head then stood up.

A loud giggle left your lips as you imagined a high Eren alone in his bedroom, completely demolishing rolls of mentos, one after the other. He was so odd.

“Why did you do that, weirdo?” you asked, still giggling as you stood up with him.

Eren shrugged, then handed you your notebook, which you accepted.

He stepped closer to you to close the gap between the two of you, then paused as he mulled over his words carefully.

“...cause I like the taste,” he said lowly, giving you a lazy, knowing grin. “See you around.”

Eren gave you a small wave, then exited the room, shutting the door with gentle close.

You were left absolutely dumbfounded. There was no doubt in your mind that Eren was being deliberate with his words, and he was doing a word play on the last thing he said to you after he ate you out, rather than talking about his love for mints.

Still confused, you flipped through the empty pages of your notebook so you could try to find the page Eren drew in.

When you got to it, you almost dropped the notebook to the floor out of shock.

While you waxed and waned about your love for public health, and questioned him about useless things, Eren was busy drawing something much more important in your notebook. You thought he didn’t care to bring up what had happened between the two of you, but you couldn’t have been more wrong.

It took up the entire page, and Eren took his time to draw it despite it being a doodle — but it was clear as day.
On a single page, he had written down his number, and he even took his time to design out the words: “Call me”.
Chapter 3

Two days had passed, and you still hadn’t reached out to Eren yet.
It wasn’t because you were shy. Hardly. It wasn’t rocket science to figure out that Eren probably wanted to hook up with you again, and you weren’t against the idea by any means. What you couldn’t figure out was what to expect.
Was it supposed to be a one-time thing? Did he want to be friends with benefits? If you agreed to that with him, what should you expect then?
You rolled your eyes at the thoughts, and flopped back onto your bed with a thud.
You had been in bed most of the day being that it was Sunday, but even that wasn’t the reprieve you were hoping for. Sunday’s were never the “relaxing” weekends that people made them out to be, especially not for you. All it meant to you was the wait of another long week. Another long week of classes. More assignments. Tests. Rinse and repeat.
In truth, you needed to relax. Really relax. And a huff of air escaped you the more you thought about it.
You weren’t sure you knew how to loosen up. You weren’t uptight…but you rarely let go of your inhibitions as easily as everyone else around you did. Besides, the last time you did let loose and let go...you ended up in the closet with Eren. And you knew how that was turning out.
Still, you sighed as you thought of him. You could picture him crystal clear in your mind. The way he’d tilt his head to the side when he asked you questions. The intoxicating scent of him. Everything about him.
It was silly, the magnetic pull he had on you.
Shutting your eyes in frustration now, you groaned.
You didn’t need to think about this any more or think about Eren either.
What you needed was a second opinion.
If only Hitch would come back, you thought.
“Hey hey, cutie,” the door opened with an ungraceful thud, making you sit straight up.
“Hitch! I thought you were going to be with Jean all weekend.”
She laughed at this and began to strip all her clothes off, searching for her bathrobe in the process. At the moment, her side of the dorm was nothing but a pile of clothes along with other things, so you were surprised to see her find her clothes with ease. At least she kept it away from your part of the room.
“I picked up a shift at work tonight. Gotta get that money, cutie,” she winked your way, rubbing her fingers together. “What’s up with you though? I haven’t seen you in forever.”
It was true.
Between classes, her working or otherwise not being in the dorm, the last time you actually spent any time with Hitch was when the two of you went to the party together. She stayed the night at the frat house and you returned back to the dorms on your own. In between that, the two of you saw each other here and there. You managed to let it slip that you hooked up with someone, but you never got a chance to tell her more or who it was with. Despite that, she was immensely happy for you. You laughed as you remembered her kissing you on the cheek over the news, proudly claiming, “That’s my girl.” If anyone could give you counsel on this, it was her.
“Not much,” you trailed off, moving aside to make space for her on your bed.
You knew she was inevitably going to lay claim to half the space on there, and when you felt the bed dip, your heart warmed. Admittedly, you missed her. Hitch was the only real friend you felt you had around the college. Everyone else was just a casual classmate who you were friendly with, but you felt that you could at least talk to Hitch about things. Most importantly, she seemed to care about you. Even if you had other people to turn to for advice, you didn’t want anyone’s input but hers.
“Ooooh, what’s on your mind? You’re looking all...pensive,” she giggled, poking at your cheek.
The heaviest sigh left your chest as you released all the tension you had over the last two days.
“You remember that guy I told you I hooked up with? In the closet for -”
“7 minutes in heaven!! Yes,” she squealed in excitement and squeezed your arm. “Oh my God, what happened? Tell me, tell me, tell me.”
“I’m about to, woman!” you laughed.

“I ran into him again, and he gave me his number and told m e to call him. I mean, I’m pretty sure he wants to hook up with me again...”
Hitch studied you quietly this time, turning her head to the side so she could read the expression on your face. Her silence made you uncomfortable, but when she broke into a big smile, you relaxed.
“Heyyy,” she said softly. “What’s the worst thing that could happen, baby cakes?”
A million things, you thought.
“Besides whatever’s going on inside that head of yours,” she poked your temple, reading your mind. “Look, have some fun. Like last time!”
Hitch gave you a tight hug from the side and messed with your hair.
“Let go like you did at the party. Don’t take it so seriously. Just fuck this guy and look at it for what it is. Don’t worry about what it could be, will be, won’t be — blardy blar. So stressful - ew,” she scrunched up her face at the very thought of being introspective like you, and you giggled.
“You’re right. Thanks, Hitch,” you replied with a smile.
“See how easy that was?” she ruffled the hair on the top of your head with a smirk. “Just use the dorm, I’m going to Jean’s again after work.”
“What’s up with the two of you anyway?” you asked, sitting up as she jumped off your bed.
Hitch shrugged and didn’t bother to look for her own shower caddy, opting to steal the body washes from yours instead. You rolled your eyes but kept quiet. Seeing as she had just helped you out with something that had been on your mind for the last two days, it was the least you could do.
“I like being exclusive with only him right now, but there’s no label. We’re just having fun,” she smiled. “Maybe you should do the same thing with your guy if you’re up for it. I’ll return these later, by the way!” she shouted as she exited the dorm, holding up the caddy for you to see.

It was hard not to suppress a laugh at Hitch and her...overall Hitch-ness. Her encouragement always left you feeling better with your choices, and this was the boost you needed. She was right, too. Just like you had fun with Eren last time, you could keep having fun with him now. It wasn’t anything serious. And you didn’t have to make it serious if you didn’t want to.

You dropped your shoulders down, letting out a long exhale. Then you reached out for your phone. b letting out a long exhale. Your eyes glazed over as scrolled through your contacts until you came across the name that had been emblazoned on your mind for the past week and a half now. With your thumb hovering over his name like it had for the past two days, you finally reached a point of “fuck it,” and pressed down.

The dial tone barely rang for more than five seconds before he picked up.

“Uh, hey,” Eren’s voice entered your ears. “I didn’t think you’d call me...what’s up?”

You bit your lower lip at the sound of his voice. It was husky and groggy, like he had just woken up or gotten down from a high, or both. You laughed and shook your head.

“Nothing...do you want to hang out later tonight?”

The sound of him fumbling around was all you could hear, and it sounded like the phone dropped onto his bed with a thump. Then he spoke again.

“Sorry. Dropped my phone. But...uh, yeah sure. We can hang out. What did you wanna do?”

You rolled your eyes, but laughed at how cute he was being. Once again, he was being shy when the prospect of hooking up with you was right in front of his face. It was strange how he perfectly toed the line between being just cocky enough but still self-effacing at the same time. You were sure this was what made him so appealing to you, and probably to everyone else, too.

“Come over to my dorm around 8...I’ll text you,” you stated matter-of-factly with a shrug he couldn’t see.

You hung up on him before he could reply, then immediately texted him where your dormitory building was, and which room you were in. The reply from Eren was immediate as he ‘liked’ your message.

You flopped back onto your bed at his quick response, and sighed in contentment. It was happening. It was really happening.

And 8:00PM couldn’t come any sooner.

When Hitch returned with your stuff, you ran off to the showers so you could prep for the night with Eren. You spent a little more time in there than you normally would’ve. From washing to shaving to lotioning (more than usual) — the whole process took you about an hour. Although you were more forward than you’d usually be when you spoke to him on the phone, the closer the clock got to 8:00, the more nervous you began to feel. Even though this wasn’t your first casual hook-up, you still wanted it to go...well.

Better than your last one did anyway. When it came time to get dressed, you chose to go for some comfy lounge wear. No fancy underwear. No bra either. You figured if he was willing to get on his knees for you in a cramped closet, he wouldn’t even care what you had on (or didn’t have on, for that matter).

After throwing on your comfiest and cutest clothes, you glanced down at your phone.

7:48PM.

You had at least twelve minutes to yourself before Eren was supposed to come by. You supposed you could pass the time watching videos on YouTube, but before you could even pull up the app on your phone, you heard a soft knock at the door. Then you heard Eren’s voice on the other side, calling out your name.

He was early.

You let out a sharp exhale, then opened the door.

“Hey,” you smiled as you took in his appearance.

Clad in sweats himself, it seemed as if Eren wanted to keep the occasion as casual as you wanted to. His hair was slightly damp like he had just come from the showers himself, and he chose to tie it back in his usual style. A dreamy sigh left you, and the longer you stared at Eren without saying another word, the bigger his grin grew.

“Can I come in?” he asked, gesturing to your bedroom.

“Oh, yeah. Of course,” you laughed and opened the door wider for him. “Shoes off though, it’s kind of our policy.”

He nodded and toed his sneakers off, leaving them at the door with the rest of yours and Hitch’s shoes. When he fully stepped inside, you closed the door behind you and watched him as he surveyed the room. His eyes traveled to Hitch’s mess then to your cleaner side of the room, and he laughed.

“I’m guessing this is your side of the room. Can I sit?” he pointed to the chair at your computer desk, and you nodded.

Eren pulled out your chair with caution, almost as if he were apprehensive to get too comfortable in your space without your permission. If you weren’t as nervous as he was, you would’ve laughed. But instead, his apprehension put you at ease. It was sweet. But mostly, it was comforting.

You made your way over to your bed and sat down so you could face him, allowing a silence to settle between the two of you before speaking first. “So,” you said slowly.

“So,” he repeated, grinning. “...what’s up?”

The two of you laughed at this because it was clear what you wanted — what he wanted. But instead of just saying it, you were tip-toeing around the topic around each other like two highschoolers. And as endearing as the awkwardness was at first, now you wanted to get right down to it. So without any further hesitation, you asked the question that had been lingering on your mind for the past few days.

“Why did you want me to call you?”

Eren looked down at the floor upon you asking this, and so did you. You knew why. He was sure you k new why, too. But despite all of that, you wanted to hear it coming straight from him instead of coming up with the supposed answer on your own.
“So...I had fun with you at the party. A lot of fun,” he ran his hand over the back of his head. “I’ve thought about you since then. Then I found you in the library and I dunno…”
“...you wanted to have some more fun again?” you tried to finish for him with a smile.
Your tone was light-hearted, but Eren either didn’t catch on or didn’t want to. His expression turned serious and he stood up from your desk to get closer to your bed, still opting to stand rather than sit. He looked down at you from his position, almost bashfully.
“No. When you put it like that - I. Shit. I don’t wanna pressure you into anything,” he said, looking off into the distance.
You could feel the butterflies blooming in your stomach upon his genuine admission.
You hadn’t expected him to be so...sweet or honest. It was refreshing to hear a guy tell you that, even though both of you knew what this exchange was all about. And you were no blushing virgin. Eren knew what you wanted. You knew what Eren wanted. And hearing him confirm it for you only made you feel more confident in your decision.
This could be exactly what you needed to loosen up. Just like Hitch said, this could be fun. No labels. No pressure. No stress. Just fun.
And if Eren’s tongue was any measure at all, you were sure having sex with him would be a fun experience as a whole.

*

“Sit on the bed, Eren,” you said gently.
Although he scratched at his temple in hesitation, Eren sat down onto the bed slowly. He seemed fine taking direction from you, and the quiet submissiveness he showed you admittedly made you want him more.
“How do you wanna start this?” he laughed softly, giving you more permission to take the reins.
The intense gaze he held for you had so much sincerity in it. That, coupled with the intoxicating smell of his body wash and natural scents made you feel dizzy with desire. The entire experience was already sweeter than you anticipated it being, and that only reaffirmed your decision.
“Sit back against the wall,” you directed, your voice still gentle.
Eren did as you told, moving back against your bed and keeping his legs straight out onto your bed. Once he situated himself against the wall, you slowly moved to straddle your legs over him. You caught the way his breath hitched in his throat when you sat down on him and grinded ever so slightly over his growing bulge.
Eren shook his head at the wicked grin plastered on your face.
“Not fair,” he murmured, leaning closer to your lips.
“I know,” you murmured back against his lips.

Although your lips were touching, neither of you made a move to kiss each other. Instead, you relished in each other’s body warmth for the moment. You were both taking things slow and easy. Eren’s eyes were trained on yours as he waited for your next move, and when your hips involuntarily shifted on their own, he pulled you even closer to him and captured your lips into his own. The sudden shift from Eren ground your pelvic bone across his growing erection, and you whined at the feeling.
Once again, you could feel the cool sensation of Eren’s tongue ring in your mouth. And fuck, how you missed it. Missed him. Or the feeling of him, rather. With every swipe of his tongue across your lower lip, you could feel the arousal pooling between your thighs. You tried to ease your growing desire for him by grinding up against his now fully erect cock, but the more the two of you made out, the harder it was to quell that need.
Your hands found purchase in his hair once he moved down to lick and kiss at the sensitive spot on your neck, but it still wasn’t enough. Although making out was fun, you wanted more. Needed more.
After a week and a half, you no longer wanted to imagine what it was like to fuck him fully.
“Eren,” you gasped when he playfully nibbled on your collarbone.
“Wha?” he muffled against your skin.
“You know what, you ass,” you muttered in frustration, making him laugh.
Eren pulled away from your neck, and leaned back against the wall as he paused to stare at you.
A beat of silence passed, and then he spoke.
“Take your shirt off,” he directed.
The shyness he had earlier had flown out the window, and once again you were met with the same cocky bastard you (shamefully) liked so much. Although you playfully rolled your eyes at the command, you also acquiesced and threw your shirt off without hesitation. His reaction couldn’t have been cuter. You watched in amusement as Eren’s brows tilted up in surprise upon seeing your breasts in full display.
“No bra?” he asked breathlessly, licking his lips and never taking his gaze off of your tits.
“Nope,” you popped the ‘p’ in your reply, and Eren laughed at how confident you were.
You wanted him as much as he wanted you, and he liked it.
H

e started slow as he leaned in towards your chest, and you could feel your throat getting dry the closer he was. But before you knew it, his mouth was latched onto one nipple while his free hand kneaded your other breast. You shuddered at the sensation of his tongue ring against your nipple, and with every little gasp Eren pulled from you, he felt himself getting harder than he thought possible. You could feel his growing impatience as he grinded his hips along with yours, but despite that, he still took things easy with you.

When he was done playing with your breasts, he popped off you and pulled you in for a rougher kiss this time. You whined against his lips again, and he pulled away to shake his head no. Before you could reprimand him for holding off, you felt his hand slipping down your sweats. Still intent on teasing you, Eren never even made it past your underwear. His index and middle finger pressed firmly against your clothed clit, and you groaned upon contact, thrusting your hips forward to meet his fingers more.

You were about to say his name again to ask for more, but as if reading your mind, Eren cut you off.

“Make yourself cum first,” he whispered, rubbing at the wet spot on top of your underwear.

“Eren, I -”

“Come on, you’re already so wet,” he finished, kissing up your neck. “Please, beautiful?”

His tone was so dulcet and melodic, you found yourself nodding without meaning to. And once you did, Eren wasted no time slipping his fingers past your underwear and into your dripping core. You hissed at the sensation and cried his name out, letting out an extra mewl when his thumb found your clit.

“Come on, pretty girl,” Eren muttered against your lips while he fingered you. “Wanna see you come for me again.”

The praise and urge from him made you bounce up and down on his fingers with more urgency than you intended. The more you bounced, the more praise Eren offered you, nibbling on your earlobes all the while. His thumb never wavered from rubbing your clit, and it wasn’t long before you felt yourself cumming all over his fingers.

You dropped your head down on his shoulder as you came down from the high of your orgasm, and Eren waited patiently for you to catch your breath. When you finally did, he offered you a sweet kiss on the corner of your mouth then gently pulled his fingers out of you. The slick of your arousal was coated all over his fingers, and you admittedly had never seen yourself get so wet.

Not for yourself, and certainly not for someone else.

You would’ve been embarrassed upon seeing it so up close and personal if Eren hadn’t immediately put his fingers inside of his mouth once he pulled them out from you. While you watched with wonder, he pulled his fingers out of his mouth and gave you a cheeky grin.

“What? Did you forget I like the taste?” he joked, leaning in to kiss you again.

“No, weirdo,” you laughed against his mouth, unable to keep your giggles down as he bit your lower lip.

Not forgetting about him, you rubbed your palm over his erection while the two of you gave each other chase, urgent kisses. Eren pulled away and leaned back against the wall, leaving both hands to rest on your sides while you ground down on him. He hissed out a ‘fuck’ when your thumb brushed over what you were sure was the tip of his cock, and you giggled at the damp spot you felt.

“Do you have a condom?” you asked, never stopping your movements.

He nodded and pulled one out from his pockets.

“Move back,” he grit his teeth at the loss of sensation from you and your palm, then tugged his sweats down, making you gulp.

Like you, Eren had gone sans underwear elsewhere, too.

Y ou didn’t bother to wear a bra. He didn’t bother to wear underwear.

You couldn’t help but lick your lips upon seeing his cock freed from its confines. The tip of it oozed with precum, and your eyes glazed over when you counted the number of veins on his cock. You were sure the feeling of him pulsing inside of you would almost be enough to send you over the edge.

Noticing the hungry way in which you watched him, Eren rolled the condom over himself slowly, just to tease you even more. You grinned at the motion then leaned forward to kiss him on the cheek. Before you could pull away to remove the rest of your clothes, Eren gripped your chin and pulled you back in for another kiss.

“Let me,” he murmured against your lips.

You shivered when his hands made contact with your waist again, and this time, Eren didn’t bother going easy or slow with you. He made quick work of removing your bottoms and your underwear, throwing it into Hitch’s pile of clothes across the room. Both of you watched as the underwear flung that way, and Eren scrunched his face up with an apologetic expression when you looked back at him.

“My bad...” he laughed.

“You’re an idiot,” you laughed in return, straddling his thighs again.

Although you were sure you could retrieve it later, Eren’s little fumble was the moment of humor the two of you needed. It broke whatever nerves you had around each other, and both of you found yourselves more comfortable around each other than ever before.

You gazed into his eyes and let your hands rest around his neck while his hands found your lower back. His thumbs rubbed quiet circles over your venus dimples for a bit, and when you leaned forward to press your head against his, he grabbed the base of his cock and positioned it against your aching core before sheathing himself inside of you fully.

After having not fucked someone for so long, the feeling of him inside you stung at first. But Eren remained patient with you, letting you adjust as you needed to. But having relaxed enough from Eren fingering you earlier, that didn’t take long. As if waiting for you to make the first move, Eren pressed a gentle kiss to the side of your mouth and whispered your name.

You hadn’t expected this to be as intimate as it was turning out to be, but you were hardly complaining. Most men never gave you permission to take charge in sex, often just choosing to jackhammer into you without regards for your pleasure.

But not Eren.

Your lips found his again as you began to bounce up and down onto his cock, and you moaned with every movement. The position had your clit pressed up against his pelvic bone, and every time you ground down, you could feel your orgasm growing. Every little mewl and moan from you made Eren growl your name out, and it was only when you grew tired that he began to take charge of the situation. When your head dropped down onto his shoulder, Eren began to lift you up and down onto his cock. He thrusted up with every drop, and you could feel your arousal dripping down your thighs as the coil in your stomach began to snap.

“Fuck,” Eren panted out when you tightened around him.

Desperate to get you closer to your release so he could find his own, Eren started to piston up into you with a faster speed, this time rubbing circles over your clit with his free hand. To avoid screaming out his name, you muffled it into his shoulder. You chanted nothing but his name while you spasmed over his cock, and when you felt him twitching and heard him groan lowly, you squeezed around him once more to help milk his orgasm out to the fullest.

“Shiiiit,” Eren whined. “Don’t do that - fuck,” he laughed, making you laugh too.

Although both of you were fairly out of breath by now, you were still able to laugh at the situation. It felt like a pressure valve had been released between both of you, and amazing didn’t even begin to define what that felt like. When your breathing evened out, Eren only pressed his forehead against yours, but he never rushed to pull you off him.

You half expected Eren to immediately remove his condom, get dressed, and leave. But what he did next only continued to surprise you.

With one hand, he reached out to stroke your cheek with his thumb then gave you a smile.

“You okay?”

You bit your lip at the sweet question and nodded.

“I’m fine. I...need to pee though,” you grinned.

He nodded at this and gingerly pulled you off his cock. You weren’t surprised to see how quickly he worked to take the condom off and tie it into a knot, throwing it into your trash can once he did. It was clear Eren had a lot of experience with this, and you weren’t sure how that made you feel. But you didn’t want to think any more about it. Instead you watched as he pulled his sweats up, admiring the small v-line his stomach showed when he lifted his hips up.

Next time, you’d have to take his damn shirt off, you told yourself.

Eren hopped off your bed and headed towards Hitch’s pile of clothes, and no sooner when he did that, did he begin to fish around for your underwear. He gave you a wry grin when he found them, then returned them back to you. Although the air wasn’t awkward around the two of you anymore, there was still an unspoken shyness between the two of you.

You broke the silence first.

“You probably have to go to the bathroom, too, right?”

“Uh, yeah. Probably a good idea,” Eren muttered, scratching at his forehead.

“Okay. It’s down the hall to the -”

“Left,” he finished, growing bashful when your eyes widened over how he completed the sentence for you.

You lifted a brow up at him playfully.

“I’ve, uh, been in your dorm building before,” he replied, suddenly shy.

While you weren’t bothered by that aspect, you weren’t surprised either. You simply let your mouth form an “oh” shape, and watched as he put on his shoes and exited your room without another word.

Although you missed his presence, you didn’t expect a goodbye from him.

You both got what you wanted. And it was amazing.

So with a shrug, you scrambled to find the rest of your clothes and got dressed again so you could make your way to the bathroom. The trip was quick, and you were happy that you weren’t in any lingering pain thanks to Eren’s willingness to let you take the lead. Your first casual hookup was nothing but disappointment, jack hammering, and short strokes. Thankfully, that wasn’t your experience with Eren.

Everything with Eren hit different, and you liked every aspect of it.

After rinsing your hands off, you headed back to your dorm, already feeling the effects of post-sex exhaustion. You wanted nothing more than to drift off to bed so you could think about your mind blowing orgasms and Eren’s little groans and moans of your name. You shuddered at the very thought, and began to reach out for the door handle, but paused when you saw the door was still slightly ajar.

You grimaced. Not only did you forget to put the scrunchie on the door to signal someone was having sex in the room, but you hadn’t expected Hitch to get back so early. Truthfully speaking, you didn’t feel like telling her all the details just yet. You hadn’t even fully soaked in the moment yourself if you were being honest.

But when you opened the door fully, you were shocked not to see Hitch, but Eren. He was standing by your desk looking at your trinkets and pictures, only turning around to meet you once he heard your footsteps.

“Eren?” you asked in surprise.

“Sorry,” he immediately responded, pointing down to his shoes. “I was going to meet you at the door but I didn’t wanna scare the shit out of you.”

You weren’t even aware he was breaking the no shoes rule, but you smiled upon his remembrance of the rule and started to make your way over to him. Eren was quick to close the gap between the two of you, smiling the closer he got.

“Any reason you’re back in here?” you jested, poking at his chest.

He let out a little laugh, then placed his hands under your chin, rubbing his thumb over your lower lip.

“Just wanted to say good night,” he said lowly, his voice husky.

It was stupid how easily that made you shudder, but you found yourself leaning into his touch like a magnet. When the gap between the two of you closed completely, Eren pressed his lips against yours to give you a deep, sweet kiss.

You sighed into his kiss, half-wishing he would stay a little longer. You didn’t dare ask him to do that, though. That felt too intimate for whatever the two of you had going on. Hell, even this kiss seemed to cross that line but once again, you weren’t complaining.

When he pulled away, he gave you another little peck on the corner of your mouth and whispered, “Night,” against your lips before finally taking his leave.

Your eyes lingered on his back as he exited the room, and you grinned when he turned back to give you one last wave. Reaching up to touch your still warm lips, you found yourself feeling floored.

You hadn’t expected Eren to come back, let alone say good night to you. The gesture alone was sweet and definitely too tender for what you anticipated having with him. But you never protested because not only did sex hit different with Eren, but he, himself, was so different.

It was not what you expected.

He was not what you expected.

But you weren’t against asking for more

[jeansbbgs]

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