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#eren jaeger x y/n
satorusdiary · 11 months
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Dating basketball player Eren jaeger.
Basketball player! Eren who has a necklace with your initials, filled with small diamond jewels. Not only that but you have a necklace that his initials, just so everyone knew who was yours.
Basketball player! Eren who doesn’t go to parties, which is unusual since he was the one who would attend all parties that was happening with his friends. Instead, he’s in his dorm room with you in his bed watching some scary movie you begged him to play for what it seemed like forever.
Basketball player! Eren who drives the both of you to his practices. Every day or night, whenever he has practices your coming along for sure. Just so he could see your cute smile sitting on the bleachers, whilst watching him practice to make you proud.
Basketball player! Eren who makes out with you in the hallways infront of anyone who has a crush on him. Just so he could prove to them that he’s only yours.
Basketball player! Eren who looks out for you in the crowd during a game when he makes a shot. Shooting a wink at your direction along with a cute bright smile. He always notices whenever you blow a kiss his way.
Basketball player! Eren who won’t stop bragging about you to his teammates! Whether it would be in the locker room, or in the court while their practicing for their upcoming game.
“Bro, i’m being serious. Y/N is a fucking angel. I love her soo fucking much, did you see how cute she was in my jersey?” Eren rants to his friends, being half naked with a towel covering his bottom half.
Reiner rolls his eyes, and sighs.
“yes eren, i think we know how lucky you are to have a hot girlfriend with an ass.” Reiner blurts out the last part, on accident. Now his eyes are wide.
Eren glares at Reiner.
“I know she’s hot Reiner. But if you stare at her like that i’ll fucking pull up to your neighborhood at three am, i’m not playin’ around.” Eren grunts, slamming his locker closed, sending a strong push of wind towards Reiner who watches his friend leave the locker room pissed off.
Basketball player! Eren who walks you to your classes. Always having an arm wrapped around your waist to pull you closer to him, not letting any male besides the guys he’s cool with close to you. After you both make it to your class, he kisses your forehead and your lips waving you goodbye and to have a good class.
Basketball player! Eren who has you on his lap whenever he does attend a party. Most likely he would go if you wanted to go. He’s sitting on a chair beside the pool whilst interacting with his friends, and teammates going over the next game.
Basketball player! Eren who unfollows any girl who isn’t you. This only happened because you mentioned once about how many girls he was following as a joke.
“Rennie.. why is your following count so low on instagram.” You nervously ask your boyfriend who was sitting on his desk doing his homework.
His hair was out of its bun, freely laying against his shoulders. He looked, utterly focused on his homework that would be due tomorrow.
“Jus felt like it. Why should i follow any other girl when they aren’t my pretty girlfriend?.” His smile gets brighter, sending a heartwarming feeling into your chest. Your lover for him always increasing from his actions.
You grin, walking over and sitting on his lap. Eren chuckles at the amount of kisses your pressing all over his face.
“Mwah! i love you s’muchhh.” You pressed another kiss.
Eren cups your cheek, placing a sweet kiss on your lips.
“I love you more, pretty girl so much more than you know it.
Basketball player! Eren who punches the shit out of any dude who checks you out in front of him. It gets really bad when he needs three of his friends to pull him off of the dude who decided to disrespect you. His girl.
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Basketball player! Eren who fucks you rough, just because he lost a game for the first time in so long. He has you on all fours, begging him to slow down when his big cock is jamming inside you multiple times. He had one of his hands slither down to your clit to toy with you more, making you arch your back more and cry out his name.
Basketball player! Eren who fucks you against the lockers in the changing rooms after his victory game, just to make one of the players who have a crush on you jealous that Erens the one that’s fucking you. The look on his face never fails to make Eren grin in satisfaction.
His jersey is over you, and is the only thing your wearing while your getting pounded. Your legs wrapped around Erens waist, and him pressing kisses to your cheeks muttering how much he loves you, and how much he would love to have a family with you and marry you.
After that the other player who had a crush on you never showed up to practice ever again.
Basketball player! Eren who gets head from you before a game happens. The both of you are in a small closet, with you on your knees taking Erens cock in your throat as best as you could. Eren, who is standing beside the wall, forcefully thrusting his dick inside your sweet mouth.
Basketball player! Eren who invites you inside his dorm to study, when later on your going to be sitting on his face with his mouth sucking and licking your folds.
Basketball player! Eren who sends the guys who flirt with you a photo of you on your knees giving Eren a blow job. If they manage to piss off Eren more, he ends up sending the boys your guys sex tape just so they would stop flirting with his baby.
Basketball player! Eren who stuffs you full of his cum, and uses your underwear to stop it from leaking out when the both of you are walking bath to a class you both have together. All of your classmates look at you both, noticing how messy you both looked. But they aren’t a stupid, they knew you fucked.
Basketball player! Eren who touches you inappropriately and makes out with you infront of the girls who flirt with him. Never forgetting to introduce you to them, a sad and embarrassed expression playing on their faces as they apologize to you.
“Oh, this is my beautiful girlfriend y/n. Did you she’s going to move in with me once we graduate? Not only that, but did you know she sucked my dick about.. hmm.. 12 minutes ago?” A menacing grin appears on his face.
Basketball player! Eren who cockwarms you whilst you do your homework. It doesn’t take long before you start bouncing on his dick, begging for him to cum inside you.
Basketball player! Eren who takes photos of you filled with his cum, naked with only his jersey on, and on his dick when his cum gets on your whole body. He never fails to keep the photos in his wallet, his binder, and on the mirror in his car.
Basketball player! Eren who always tells you he loves you, and always spills all of his feelings to you whenever you both are having soft, slow, loving sex just for you to feel better whenever you have a bad day.
Basketball player! Eren who makes it clear to anyone who tries interfering with his relationship that you’re his favorite girl. And that you both belong to each other. No bitch is going to ruin that.
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fqiryspit · 1 year
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𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞 - 𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧.𝐣
eren jaeger x fem!reader
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"whose perfume is that?"
cw: 2k words, suspicions of cheating, stressing, reader and eren are married, pussy eating, shower sex, tongue fucking, dick sucking, sex in a semi-public place, v n p sex, no condom, slight corruption kink, manhandling, dom!eren, sub!reader
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you pushed your hair behind your ear as you sucked in your cheek, flipping the next page as your head shot up at the sound of your front door closing.
uncrossing your legs and arms wide you grinned at a tired, stressed eren.
"long day?" you mumbled into his button up, an airy laugh escaped his lips as he wrapped his arms around you so tightly
"horribly" he added, digging his nose into your hair as he sighed, grateful to be home.
after that, he stripped from his sweaty attire and hopped into the shower as you prepared dinner, this calm lifestyle suiting you both as he decided to leave work at work and rarely snapped with stress
it's perfect. you knew when to embrace him after a long day and when to stay clear, you're not tip-toeing around him or anything, you're just picking up on his hints.
you love that..-picking up on hints that is. but not so much when it comes to perfume on his collar and staying out late. not at all.
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you twirled the ring on your finger, teeth gnawing at your lip making it bloody and bruised. 2 hours late? dinners cold and your patience is thin.
he would've texted.
That's all you can think. but maybe it's hard to type a simple "gonna be late" when you're balls deep in-
"baby?"
he's home.
you're crossed-legged on your shared bed and you don't know if you wanna see him. you almost want him to stroll past you and just shower so you don't have to see his messy hair or smell another women's fragrance
"honey? are you out?"
why isn't he letting up? are you crazy? is this-
"fuck, there you are" he sighed, walking into the bedroom as he shrugged off his coat he usually hangs up in the doorway, was he really that adamant on finding you that he couldn't put his coat up? was he scared that you packed up and left, or just being a good husband? you feel insane.
he tossed it to the floor like it didn't cost 500 dollars and walked over to you, muscles straining his top as he scoops your cheeks up to look at him
"are you okay? did something happen?" he is actually worried and you're a horrible person.
"uh- no sorry, just worried about you...took a while for you to come home" you whispered, he looked at you for another minute to check if everything was alright before laying down next to you
"my phone died, sorry honey, dumbasses made me stay late and traffic was a bitch." he mumbled into the matters as you moved to lay down next to him
"mm" you hummed in response, gliding your fingers softly into his already undone hair as he lightly moans into the sheets
"missed you all day" he adds, rolling over after a minute and standing, unbuttoning his shirt
halfway done he leans in, trapping your now upright form with his hands at either side of you,
"how 'bout you join me in the shower?" he grins, waiting for your answer as your face heats up rapidly
"ok" you whisper, excitement pooling into your panties as he stares into you
he scoops you up, bringing you to the bathroom, and placing you on the counter, lips smacking against yours in almost a panic as he separates you and puts the shower on. you look over at the immediate steam as he put it to the hottest tempt. stripping your shirt off with a clean swipe and pulling your pants off with your soaked panties
as the bathroom fogs with steam, he kneels down, licking up your cunt, his groans at your heat and pulsing pussy, wrapping your thighs around him as he laps at you like a starved man
sliding his tongue into your cunt with ease, he starts fucking you with it as tears pool out of your eyes, and beg him to keep going
with cum dripping from his chin and him licking every last drop, he holds your weary frame as he enters the shower to have his way with you.
it was amazing, hand holding against the cold tile as hot steam keeps you warm, his cock sliding in and out of you as he spills praises of "so fucking gorgeous" "been thinkin' bout this all day" "so fuckin' perfect for me" "I love you so much"
the rest of the night was a blur with a sore body and him taking care of you, ordering take-out because of the cold dinner, and you cuddled up with him watching horrible tv shows while eating.
it was truly, perfect.
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dumbass forget his lunch.
you text him a warning of your arrival and he responded with a "can't wait 😉"
you scoffed and hopped into your car, trying to make this fast and praying he'd be at the entrance because a tee shirt and jeans isn't an outfit you wanna meet his coworkers in.
you sighed and parked as you accepted your fate in going in. you sucked your bottom lip in as you looked like a mother bringing your forgetful child lunch mid-class.
you talked to the receptionist who had a glare on her with a verrry tight top that made you feel even more like an outcast.
"and who are you to mr. jaeger?" she said, valley accent heavy on her lips
"I'm his wife..." you cleared your throat, knowing this might be a problem
"you know...I can just call him and have him down here-" you rambled, trying to get this to end as embarrassment flooded you
"ma'am, I'll call him, okay?" she scoffed and you just had your lips in a tight line and waited.
after forever, she gave you the go-ahead to go upstairs, you thanked her and went onto the elevator where you thought out a message to leave eren because why the fuck didn't he come downstairs
you felt more secure now, if this is you before you'd be assuming the worst, but, you've been trying to stop that and just trust your damn husband
as the elevator doors open all eyes were on you and you suddenly felt like you were gonna die again. you shuffled out, scared to bother anyone as you moved through the busy halls
you saw a woman with jet-black hair cut short as she moved empty-handed, you stopped her shyly and asked if she knew eren and if so, where he'd be
"why do you need to see eren?" she questioned immediately, you sighed again, not wanting to go through receptionists 2.0
"I'm his wife" you answered for the 50th time, her eyes darkened slightly before putting on the fakest smile you've ever seen
"oo, I'm mikasa" she said as if you'd know, you nodded like you did but she caught on you were oblivious
"me and eren are great friends" she added to save her point, you nodded again, not caring too much about his work friends but more so him
"yeah, we've been friends since-" she pushes air out of her mouth as she moves a hand on her hip "gosh, I don't even know how long"
"that's nice" you said, a little too aggressive than you wanted it to be, her eyes moved to yours and she stood straight again with a sly grin on her lips
"there's no need to worry between him and I, I mean, the people here call me his wife because we're so close but I'm sure they know you as well"
this bitch
"that's nice," you repeated before taking a breath "eren doesn't talk a lot about work so I had no idea he made friends"
her eye twitched slightly and you were pleased, passive aggressiveness strong in your cheery voice as you just wanted to leave
"he probably didn't wanna worry you"
"about what?" you answered right anyway, knowing you fell into her trap and this would take long she put another almost surprised face on
"I mean, we go out a lot and people talk is all." you stared uninterested at her, taking a deep breath in and getting a hint of perfume, the same one eren had sprinkled on his collar
"like, going out to lunch and dinner isn't a big deal, but, people think that your rings on my finger haaa" she ended with an airy laugh, and you nodded with a tight-lipped smile and she finished up the conversation, and finally pointing to his fucking office
you said your goodbyes and walked into there where eren was signing some unimportant papers
"baby took you long enough" he whined, sitting up as he wrapped his arms around you, moved back to lock his lips with you as you stood almost motionless
"everything okay?" he asked backing up and taking a look at your frame
"ran into mikasa...your work wife" you said, annoyed.
"shit, she won't leave me alone...what did she say to you?" he stood up walking towards you worried she messed with you
"nothing, here's your lunch-" you lifted the small bag up but he just sighed and asked again, "what did she say?"
you bit a chunk of your cheek, deciding to do this now rather than later
"lunches, dinner, rumors, and her perfume always on your shirt coming home" you answered simply, obviously pissed off with the situation
"dammit, I'm sorry babe, I'll talk to her-"
"no, I want you to talk to me...dinners eren? is that why you're coming home late and missing mine?" you asked, he stared at you, collecting his thoughts with a tightened jaw
"she asked me to go to a place down the street once, I said yes, I made it home in time still. all those times I came home late yes I was working. goodness babe- I- I can't believe you're even asking this" he said, moving his hands around
"I'm asking because her perfume is always on you when you come home" you said, keeping your voice low
"because goodbye hugs are a part of her nightly routine, she works with me all day, hugs and lunches are normal" he pleas
"can you keep your distance from her? she's head over heels for you eren and that shit scares me" he stared at you, almost shocked
"what scares you? me or her?" he asked, not willing for a half-assed answer
"I- that bitch would tear any relationship up, do you see her?"
"so you think I'd fuck her? takes two babe." he added and you scramble to collect your thoughts
"I- I know you wouldn't do that-" "fuck, y/n, w-were married and you think I'd fall for an employee that has a crush on me?"
"who cares about what she fucking calls herself, at the end of the day I come home to you, I fuck you" he says, keeping his voice low but firm as you stood there feeling guilty
"I'm sorry" you answered and his eyes softened, you did truly feel bad for questioning his loyalty this much
"I'm sorry that you had to go crazy alone and hear that bullshit from her.." he hugs you, kissing your forehead as he rubs circles on your back
once he pulled away he looked at you as you stared up at him, almost waiting.
he leaned down and kissed you, loving at first but becoming frantic as he pressed himself against you, getting somewhat hard
"e-eren" you scolded, here? right now?
"fuck, hold on" he lead you to a personal bathroom with a complete counter, putting you up there you feel heat pool everywhere as he stood hard in his pants
"do I need to fuck your head straight? hm?" he asked, whispering on your lips as he dips down to kiss you and rubbing himself
a whine escaped your lips, bucking your hips up as you felt your wet pussy throb for his cock
he unzips his pants and pulls out his cock, jerking himself until he was fully hard
you kissed him, moving down from the counter as his brow twitched in confusion until you sunk down to your knees
"'m sorry" you mumbled, licking up his tip as he groaned. you moved your mouth across the thick vein lining his tanned cock as your pussy ached for it to choke you, you humped your thigh desperately as you sucked on the head
"fuck, you're that horny baby? didn't I just fuck you?" he groaned out, you put him into your mouth fully as you moaned on how it choked you. it's all you want right now, to have his huge cock down your throat as you hump yourself for forgiveness
he groaned digging his nails into your hair as he fucked your throat right away, you loved how your throat ached and how tears pooled out of your eyes
"fuck, you like that baby? touch yourself, touch that fucking pussy f'me"
you listen, unzipping your pants and sliding your hand down to start rubbing your swollen clit
"aw baby, feels good, feels good being a slut?" he coos but you nod, it felt great with him using you, it's all you wanted.
"fuuck" he groaned, coming close as your eyes crossed and you came on your fingers, all you wanted is his cum
you rode your fingers expecting to get a mouth full of cum but he removed his cock from your throat
"fuck, 'wanna cum in that pussy baby...did you already cum" he sighed, having his hands run through his hair as you nodded
"riding your fingers now 'cuz you want more?" he asked, taunting you with his cock in your face
"m-mhm" you choked on your tears, leaning in you sucked his cock again as he groaned
"fuuck, you're such a slut" he moved your hair back and titled it towards him
"take your filthy fingers out of your pussy and lick them" he ordered and you did so right away, sticking your fingers down your throat as your oral fixation was healed
he picked you up back on the counter and took your pants off and shoved his cock into your pussy, you cried, telling him it was too big but he just started fucking you,
so full of cock you cried as your pupils spun, squirting everywhere as he rubbed your clit to get another one out of you
"again, cum again" he said, slamming his hips against yours and his cock felt so good all you wanted was to be full of him, always.
with shaking thigh you came again, his pace hurried as he cursed under his breath. he came deep into your womb and kissed up your neck, sweaty hair getting pushed back with his hand as your fucked out flushed face stared dizzily at him
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an: I'm waaaay too tired to read through that again, but, I hope you enjoyed! I can't believe I actually made a full 2k fic! I'm feeling a little shy posting such smut but whatever I'll close my eyes once I hit post :) oh, and I for once did "maybe cheating" troupe with an actual innocent eren, who would have thought!! haha, love you guys <3
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kingkonoha · 6 months
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— ♡ — 𝐂𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 — ♡ —
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"𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍, you’re so goddamn pretty. Did you know that?”
“Huh?” Eren glanced over at you as you grinned up at him. You both walked down the sidewalk together, headed nowhere in particular, simply enjoying the beautiful, sunny weather. “Why the hell did you just call me pretty? You want something?”
“No.” Frowning, you turned away from him. “Can’t I just compliment you because I love you? You’re just really gorgeous-”
You abruptly stopped talking once your boyfriend halted his footsteps, and everyone strolling along the sidewalk was forced to walk around him. Eren started looking around, reading the signs above every nearby building both behind him and across the street.
“Eren, what are you doing?”
He didn’t respond. It was like he was on a mission. After all, you started to butter him up rather randomly. You must have wanted something, right?
Suddenly, Eren noticed an ice cream shop that you both walked past earlier. You liked ice cream. That must have been what you wanted.
Upon his discovery, Eren grabbed your wrist, and proudly guided you into the cute little shop.
“Two scoops of cookie dough, please.” You smiled brightly at the employee, who then reached into the big tub of delicious ice cream.
“You want anything?” You asked Eren, who stood next to you with a soft grin of his own. He was just happy to see you smile.
“I’m alright,” he said. “I love how you ask me as if you’re paying, though.”
Rolling your eyes playfully, you grabbed two plastic spoons from a little basket by the cashier, knowing that Eren would definitely take a few bites from your ice cream.
And, after he paid for it, the two of you found a little outdoor bench to sit on, digging into the ice cream as you chatted happily.
“Oh, by the way,” you paused, swallowing down a spoonful of the sweet treat, “I really didn’t want anything earlier. I was just complimenting you because you looked so cute.”
“What?” Eren raised his eyebrows. “Are you serious?”
“Yeah,” with a grin, you reached over and poked his jaw. “I just wanted to tell you how gorgeous you looked. I really do have a dumb, pretty boyfriend, huh?”
“I think that’s considered hustling,” Eren joked. “You hustled me for ice cream? And for a flavor that’s not even all that good?”
“What? Cookie dough is the best flavor,” holding onto your cup of ice cream defensively, you paused. “And for someone who doesn’t like it, you ate half!”
“Chocolate’s better, vanilla’s way better, strawberry’s better. . .” Eren went on and on, counting on his fingers as he named the most basic ice cream flavors in existence.
As you both discussed the seriousness regarding the best flavor of ice cream, you couldn’t help but think about how happy you felt to be with someone like Eren — someone you could have silly debates with.
Once the debate came to an end, Eren kissed you softly — or, at least, he kissed you as best as he could, as neither one of you could stop smiling. Even so, tasting a sweet hint of cookie dough on your lips made him realize just how wrong he was.
Cookie dough was definitely the best flavor.
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chrollohearttags · 7 months
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okay, we know musician!eren is a freaky lil’ frog. That he loves doing all the things to please his lady and sometimes, he can’t control himself. But he definitely underestimates the lengths that (y/n) will go to just to see him satisfied. He loves to think he’s corrupting you or teaching you all the nasty shit that transpires in the bedroom. He always takes it to the next level…but one night? You send him into shock like he’s never seen when you take the reigns.
walking into the bedroom in nothing more than a robe, not saying a word..not a single thing underneath as you push him down on the bed and tell him to lay back. “Let me ride that fucking face.” He’s not used to you taking control and being so domineering but once he gets a taste of you dominating him, he wants nothing else. Especially when you cloud his view with nothing but your thick thighs, wrapping them around his head as you straddle from the bridge of his nose to his pouty little lips….smacking your own ass as he carefully devours your cunt. “Put your tongue in it, baby. Right there…” encouraging him as he grunts underneath, loving every second. Whether he can breathe or not is not none of your concern. But you can sense just how much he loves it when you turn around after twerking on his upper half to see his cock standing at attention. With his pretty features coated in your slick, it’s your turn to return the favor. Doing so by gliding your tongue down his chest and abs, something he’s done to you many of times. But not before kissing at his nipples and making this supposed alpha male twitch and shudder like a little bitch. “F-fuck..that’s—“ “feels good, doesn’t it?” Questioning with quite the devious glare on your face. Knowing that he’s about to really lose his mind when you move your mouth to the tip of his dick; making suctioning motions on it which always gets him to shuddering.
he’s so sensitive, it’s an absolute shame…poor thing’s clutching the bed by the time you really get into it. Eating his dick up as if you’ve been starved for it. Let saliva ooze and seep all down the sides as you take it to the back of your throat with no regard for your own breathing. “Princess..s-shit! You gotta slow down…oh my god.” “I’ll stop when I’m ready. This my dick.” You care even less when he busts a nut in the back of your throat and you just keep sucking without a care. Gulping, gagging and slurping noises filling the once quiet room, right along with Eren’s pathetic moans. His chest and stomach are caving so bad that he looks as if he’s hyperventilating. Alternating between his balls and slimy shaft..it’s as sexy as it messy and he doesn’t want you to stop. However, he knows he can’t last if you keep this up.
which is exactly why you waste no time climbing on top and riding him until this man’s eyes are permanently residing in the back of his head. Something that doesn’t take much when he’s already so depleted but once that tight little pussy starts gripping around him, he’s losing it. Stuck even!…
“Wait, baby…I don’t think—“ but you don’t need him to think, move or even speak right now..all you need him to do is lie there and let you fuck him senseless. Bouncing and burrowing that heavy ass down on his dick until it’s swallowed him whole. He’s never had anything like it. Watching your perform tricks he didn’t even think possible. From riding on your top toes to doing splits. The entire time, that slimy mixture drenching his entire pelvis..the pretty pearlescent fluid all a result of how good it felt. You even spread your own cheeks open so he can see firsthand how insane your grip is. Before long, he’s exploding yet again with another mind numbing nut and this time, it’s spilling inside of you. Only because you refused to let up and told him simply: “come in this pussy or you not coming at all..” and he tried not to be so weak..damn, he’s doing the best he can but he’s never had anybody fuck him like this. And after two emptied loads residing in your womb and his legs practically shaking, you decide to let him go..leaving him with nothing more than a kiss on the head as you hold him close to you and let him calm down. “It’s okay, baby..just breathe.”
knowing you just took his soul and set it in a fucking jar. Needless to say though..he’ll need that treatment more often.
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angelinpiink · 11 months
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ex boyfriend! eren headcannons ࿐ྂ。
❥ note: as a disclaimer, these headcanons are a bit toxic/dark, if that is something you find triggering i recommend you skip this one, you can find other works of eren that don't have this particular theme here just want to make it clear that i do not condone this sort of behavior and this doesn't represent my idea of what a healthy relationship should look like thank you and enjoy
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Firstly, eren doesn't even consider you guys to be actually broken up, he’s convinced. you’re just screwing with him or playing hard to get. Even once he realizes you're not, the breakup is still completely one sided. He loves you far too much to even fathom that the relationship is over. He’s already planned your entire future together–he's been doing so since he first met you, from the house you'll live in together to the garter you'll be wearing on your wedding day.  In short, he’s delusional when it comes to you, head over heels or do he likes to call it and for this reason he still goes around telling everyone you're his. 
Everyone around him, including his friends is obviously taken aback by this and so they sort of just play along, listening to him rant   about you the moment he’s gotten enough alcohol in his system. This happens  at every get together they have had since the breakup.  “she’s just confused and going through a tough time right now. She doesn't know that she wants me,” he’ll say anytime he hears about you having moved on with anyone else.  If anyone even has the courage to challenge his statements he has the habit of angrily shutting them down. “Shut the hell up, you don't know anything about our relationship.” 
He spends the first few days blowing up your phone with texts about how much he loves you and that though your relationship has had its ups and downs – him being the one who’s mostly responsible for the downs, you guys will get through it as you always had if you just keep trying. When he received no response ,he changed his approach, no longer attempting to convince you to stay but now begging you to come back  home. “Come back to me please..” he’ll bombard your voicemail inbox with pleas and sob stories about how he hasn't slept because he misses holding you each night. 
 Weeks or even months  will pass since the break up itself, and every second of  his time he uses to  reach out to you, whether it's through phone calls or text. You better believe he's taking time to check up on you to see how you're doing–most  importantly, what you're doing and who you're with. He wants to make sure you're safe and not in the hands of any trouble or anyone he considers trouble. He has a habit of speaking with you as though you two are still together, ending many conversations with  “i love you.” and “hope to see you soon.” When he isn't reaching out to you he's thinking about you or talking to you about whatever poor soul is forced to listen. 
When he hears it from you that you’ve moved on to someone else, his heart shatters.  He had been able to deny and ignore the reality when he heard it from others but now that it was coming from you he had lost the energy to keep pretending to be okay with how things were, he feels as though you’re betraying him. In his eyes you were cheating by being with another.  Still, he doesn't make it known then and there, instead he responds with. “He can't love you the way I do.” and beyond that point he stops reaching out, and waits for you to come running back. 
 You'll learn the hard way that he was right  when you are riding back to his place drunk with tears running down your cheeks because you caught the very person you’d moved onto cheating on you with another girl. Once you two arrive, he carries you into the apartment where the two of you had  shared many memories together, because you are too drained from the events of the day to walk. He takes off your makeup using the makeup remover you’d ‘left behind’ when you moved out. Really, he stole it out of your things, along with other items because he was certain you’d come back to him under such circumstances. 
 He takes you into his arm, holding you so close and so tight to him because he’s afraid that you’ll leave him again as  you cry in his arms. “Don't know what i was thinking” his fingers stroke your hair.  “You weren't. but you should have known better.”  eren isn't too interested in giving you his sympathy because he feels he’s the one been betrayed the most here. If only you hadn't run off with someone else, none of this would be happening.
“I warned you,” he added. “I'm so sorry..” you sniffled, he swiped away your tears. his way of speaking to you had caused a wave of guilt to wash over you, you had left eren behind only to end up being made to look like a fool because you thought the grass was greener on the other side. Though he was upset with you,  Eren hated seeing  you cry.  especially over someone he didn't believe deserved your tears. “Make it up to me then.” a weight lifted off your shoulders at the offer of redemption. Little did you know, he plans to have you crying tears of another kind. 
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Before you know it, he’s ripped your dress off you, both your clothes and underwear are thrown about the hallway leading to the bedroom you used to share. He hasn't made a single change to anything since your absence and you find yourself feeling nostalgic, thinking back to a time where things werent easy but never this complicated. you're on the bed exposed and bear before him. He hovers between your legs. “Been so long since i've seen you like this, god i've missed it so much.” he’ll coo, his emerald gaze admiring your glistening folds that have spread with his fingers. the way your cunt throbbed under the lightest of touch, begging to be filled made him grow hard. “Missed you too.” you mutter, hazily bucking your hips against his touch.
“I know.  I know.” he reassures you, giving into your silent  demands, he continues toying with you, pushing his fingers past your folds,his finger strokes at your clit. “bet that boyfriend of yours didn't know how to take care of this needy little cunt, did he.” your juices now coating his fingers, he pounds you with them, earning a symphony of moans from your lips.  “not like i do..” he says, the satisfaction of you being so reactive to his touch bringing a smile to his face, your back arching as his movements become overwhelming for you. He soon pulls out his fingers and replaces them with his cock, that had been aching to be inside of you for far too long.
He pushes one of your legs outward, granting him more access to your sweet hole, He pushes deeper inside of you all self control leaving his body the moment he hears you cry out for him, tears welling in your eyes from pleasure as he fucks into you. “So pretty, gonna fill you up with my cum.” he groans,the moment he feels you clenching around his cock, your thighs trembling. He threw his head back as he rubs his thumb across your bottom lip, admiring you in such a state.
“Eren, you can't!” You shriek, his fingers gripping at your hips harshly. He continues fucking you hard and deep, his hips smashing against your own. “cant cum inside you?” he’ll question. he continues to pound you, this is his way of letting you know he has no intention of pulling out.
“but i thought you were sorry? I thought you were mine?”There is a heartbroken tone in his voice as he speaks to you, hoping for you to reassure him you meant the words you'd spoken earlier.  You were left feeling guilty for even thinking you should have denied him. after everything you’d already done to hurt him. You had said you would make it up to and part of that required doing as he wanted.  “I am!”
“shut up and take my cum then, you said you’re mine. gotta prove it. this pussy is mine too, right baby?” you nodded in agreement, tellinf him whatever he needed to hear to keep fucking you so good, muttering the best “mhm, i love you so so much!”  you could muster while being overtaken by your orgasm as eren came inside of you, the creamy liquid dripping out of you and down your thighs. “You're not going anywhere, not now, not ever, I won't let you.” 
 Eren, Who was responsible for it all, and had developed a plan for each failed talking stage you had. since leaving him and most importantly the breakup due to your boyfriend cheating– from his actions of  intimidating them into leaving you alone with threats of physical attacks or the videos he sent them of him devouring your cunt, while you cried out his name, your fingers tugging at his brunette strands of hair. A video which had been recorded so long ago when the two of you were still together, but the idiot, who you had made the mistake of calling a boyfriend,  hadn't even bothered to verify that your nails hadn't been any color you had been since you'd meeting him. perhaps, he simply didn't care enough. it was of no big importance to eren either way, in his eyes the fool wasn't deserving of you. Just as eren believed to be the case since the beginning, he was the only one who’d love you the way you deserved and for this reason he was never going anywhere.  
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NOW LIVE: IN A TRANCE feat. e. jaeger
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SUMMARY: eren feels like you have him in in a trance
CONTENT WARNINGS: college! plug! eren x fem! reader, smut, mdni, college au, smoking weed, reader has piereced nipples and belly piercing, dub con (both eren & reader are high), neck kissing/sucking, nipple play, oral (f. receiving), face sitting, hand job, pussy drunk eren, nickname (pretty girl), slight dirty talk, wc. 1,957
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Eren Jaeger was the well know dealer around the campus, even having some clients that didn't attend the university. So it shouldn't have surprised him when it's you walking out of the apartment building he was sitting in front of waiting to make a delivery.
He had received a text earlier that day from someone saying they needed weed to help them relieve some stress from exams, and the person didn't live far, just on the opposite side of his apartment complex, so he didn't mind driving. Now seeing that it was you he was texting, he felt his heartbeat pick up the closer you got to his car.
From the moment he saw you on campus you've had him under your spell. Every time he would pass you on campus or see you at a party, it was like he was in a movie scene where the girl has a light from heaven shining on her and everything else around her was blurry.
Sometimes his jaw would fall open, Armin wiping the side of his mouth while saying, "Close up pretty boy, you're drooling." The comment making Jean and Connie laugh also adds to the teasing, resulting in Eren punching both boys in the arm and muttering a 'shut up.'
You clouded his thoughts, even when you weren't around somehow, distracting him while doing homework, playing the game, hanging out with friends, and even smoking. Just from locking eyes with you for one second, you were all this man could think about.
Hearing a knock on his window pulls him out of his thoughts and he rolls the window down, greeting you with a smile.
"Thank you so much for doing this," holding out your hand to give him the $30, he counts it before handing you 15. "You said it was 30."
He shakes his head, handing you the small baggy, "New customer deal." He had never given a new customer a 50% off deal before, but for you, he made the exception.
"I appreciate that Eren," and then your face contorts into a small pout. "Uh...actually, do you think you could roll these for me? I've never rolled one before."
"Oh yeah, definitely," he holds his hand out for the bag.
"How about you come up to my apartment?" You put your hands on your face in embarrassment, laughing a little. "Sorry if I sound forward or weird, I just would rather you be comfortable since I'm making you do more work.
He agrees saying it's not weird and gets out of his car following you into the building. Opening the door to your apartment he's greeted with a warm scent of vanilla as he looks around. Your lights are dim, soft sounds of Rick and Morty playing on your tv that's mounted on a wall, and a few pictures of you with friends and family next to it.
You gesture for him to sit on your couch making room on the small table you had in front of it for him to use. You sat on the smaller sofa on the opposite side of the couch pulling your legs up to your chest.
"You a smoker?" he questions taking the weed out of the small baggy he had placing it in his grinder.
"Not really, I smoke at parties if my friends have some, but that's it," he nods, taking the weed out of the grinder and sprinkling it on the paper. "How long have you been dealing?"
Pursing his lips together, he looks up thinking, "About a year."
"Do you like it?" you question, head leaning against your arms.
"Yeah, it's not a hard job, drugs are always in demand, so I'll always have business," he explains. "and the pay is good."
Finishing up rolling your blunts, he smiles at you as he shows them to you, "Perfection."
"Thank you so much," you stand up, trying to hand him the other $15 but he puts his hand up stopping you.
"I told you, new customer deal," you follow him to your door, walking him out. "Text me if you need anything else."
Making it a weekly thing, you text him when you need some weed and he'll come up to your apartment to roll it for you. The more he comes over the more you two get to know each other, eventually asking him to just stay and smoke with you, since he was still giving you a discount even though you're not a new customer anymore.
You started inviting him to hang out at your place, not even wanting to smoke, just wanting to be around him. You would notice him just staring at you sometimes, snapping your fingers in his face and he'd just apologized with a laugh. It didn't bother you, not even close, it made you feel fuzzy all over, and you finally decided to ask him about it.
Your bedroom is filled with laughter and hip-hop playing softly in the background as you are both laid on your bed. His head felt fuzzy, you consuming his thoughts and he didn't even realize he was staring with a dopey grin on his face.
"Why do you do that?" you have the same dopey grin on your face as you're looking at him and Trance by Metro Boomin starts to play.
"Do what?" He raises his eyebrow nodding his head to the beat of the song.
"Stare at me. You do it a lot," you sit up against your bed frame, your hand scratching at his scalp. He had his hair in a bun, a few strands framing his face.
"I don't know . . . you're just pretty," he licks his lips, eyes still staring into yours.
"Shut up," you laugh and he closes his eyes, enjoying your fingers playing in his hair.
"I'm serious, you're so pretty," you don't say anything. You both just humming to the music.
"You know this song reminds me of you," you look down at him, his eyes still closed.
"Why's that?"
"Whenever I look at you, I feel like I'm in a trance," he moves his hand to run over your leg. "even randomly throughout the day I'll just start thinking about you."
You pushed his head to make him look away from you as your grinning, cheeks hurt, "That's just the weed talking."
"It's not, I swear," his eyes open. "The first time I saw you, way before I even brought you weed that first time, I felt like you were compelling me to just focus on you."
"You're so dramatic," you sigh head leaning back against the headboard.
"You were just so pretty, I couldn't even focus on anything else that day," he confessed. "Even after that, we never talked and you would randomly just pop up in my head."
You hid your face in his hand, giggling at his words, head feeling so hazy. Taking a peek at him from between your fingers, he lights the blunt that was sitting on your nightstand, and he just looks so good . . .
"Come here," he taps your thighs and you look at him confused cause you’re already so close. "Sit on my lap."
Without a second thought, you were straddling his lap, feeling his dick right against your thigh, and he lets out a small groan, as he is exhaling the smoke. His eyes are low and red, looking over your body. You're wearing a white camisole that stopped just above your belly piercing and black shorts that showed quite a bit of your ass.
His hand is rubbing your thigh, his lip caught between his teeth. Your hands go under his hoodie, lightly scraping your nails against his soft skin, licking your lips at how good he looks.
He's licking his dry lips as he's looking at you before taking another drag of the blunt. Grabbing your face he pulls you down so your lips are almost touching and he blows the smoke into your mouth while you inhale it. Closing the little space between you, your lips are pressed to his in a needy and heated kiss.
Hands comb through his hair as you're lightly grinding against him, needing to ease the sensation between your legs. He puts the bunt in the ashtray then both of his hands go down to your ass, groping and helping you grind against him. Your both moaning in each other's mouth, whiny breaths.
"Want you to sit on my face," he says between kisses with a smile. You peck his lips a few more times before crawling up his body so you're clothed pussy is hovering over his face. Using his index finger, he slides your shorts over revealing your glistening cunt. He nudged your clit with his nose, inhaling your scent, then blowing his breath on the nub watching you shiver.
Being impatient you sit down on his face and he hums burring his face between your thighs, tongue greedily lapping at your wet folds. You're grabbing onto the headboard, moans slipping from your lips, as he's flicking his tongue against your clit.
He's so loud as he slurps your essence from your dripping hole, feeling it clench around nothing against his lips. You're whimpering his name, fingers tugging at his brown locks, eyes looking down to meet his. "Taste . . so good," he's so pussy drunk already, loud moans vibrating against your lower lips.
Grinding your little puffy nub into his nose, his tongue slides into your drooling hole, penetrating it, feeling you squeeze his pink muscle. He's watching your eyes screwed shut, jaw slack, and head falling back.
He has the perfect few of your pebbled nipples poking through your shirt, as your chest rises and falls, the more you hump his face, "So pretty—riding my face."
You reach behind you rubbing your hand against his bulge and he's instantly grinding against it, so needy to be touched. You push his sweatpants down with the help of him raising his hips, and his dick flings out free. You give him a few pumps before spitting in your hand and stroking him again, "Ah—fuck."
He's so messy eating your pussy, nose and chin sticky with your arousal, desperately slurping at your pussy, the sounds getting louder and filthier, as your thighs twitch around his head. He's moaning and groaning, at the taste of your pussy and how good your hand feels wrapped around his dick.
Your legs are growing tired, shamelessly humping his face, feeling your orgasm almost hit its peak, "Gonna . . cum Eren."
His eyes are rolling back, mumbling something incoherent into your pussy as his hips are stuttering into your hand. He slides his hands from your ass up to your nipples, pinching and pulling at the buds, as you start to twist your wrist and squeeze his tip as you stroked his cock.
Holding his head still with the grip you had on his now messy bun, you feel your orgasm crash over you with a few screams of Eren's name, and he's following right behind you. Globs of cum coating your hand and his lower stomach, your hand still moving helping him ride out his orgasm.
When you both come down from your highs, you're sitting back on his thighs, Eren's face is glistening with your arousal, licking his lips savoring your taste. With a lazy grin on your face, you lean down giving him sloppy kisses, tasting yourself on his lips with a moan, "Taste so sweet, pretty girl."
Kissing down your neck to your chest, he's sucking on one of your nipples, tongue darting out licking around the cold metal hearts, while his fingers play with the other one, "Can I taste you again?"
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★ ₊˚ WEAK FOR YOU
content. college au, dom/sub dynamics, bratty sub!eren, mean to soft dom!reader, gn!reader, dry humping, humiliation, nipple play, degradation, praise, edging, handjob, blowjob
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house parties aren’t really your thing. you’ve been to a few but you quickly discovered that they involve a lot more vomit and interpersonal drama than you have the tolerance for, so you tend to avoid them. you would’ve turned down the invitation for this one too, if it wasn’t for the fact that it was eren jaeger who offered it up to you. that’s why you’re here, at the house of someone who’s a friend of a friend’s friend, at sometime past midnight. you’re leaning against the wall, sipping on a half-empty can of pop.
you finally spot eren, making his way over to you with a grin much too wide for someone who’s late to a party he invited you to. he looks good, dressed in a white tank top that brings out the musculature of his arms and black skinny jeans you’ve only ever seen him wear to parties like this one, since he usually wears sweatpants everywhere else. his hair is half-down and half-up in a bun, not too different from the usual messy man bun he goes for.
once he arrives at your side, beer can in hand, you exchange greetings and small talk, talking about nothing and everything. in the middle of a conversation, some drunk rando throws up by your feet, so you and eren migrate to a different room. on the way though, another person bumps into you and spills their drink down your shirt. it doesn’t help that you were already damp with sweat from how hot and stuffy it is, as well as nauseous from the lingering stench of vomit mixed with alcohol and BO. you meet their eyes with hellfire on your tongue and in any other situation, you would’ve let it loose, but the way they paw at your clothes and slur their apology reminds you that you’re in a house full of clumsy idiots just like them, so you just shrug it off and focus on finding a bathroom to clean up in.
that’s what eren likes about you. you’re down-to-earth and keep to yourself, but don’t let people walk over you and speak out when you need to; you’re not exactly timid, but you’re soft-spoken in a way that suits your voice and nice to people without being overly nice. oh and don’t get him started on your witty humour and the way you play off other people’s jokes so effortlessly; even when you shake your head or roll your eyes or just ignore him after he tells a joke that doesn’t land, he’s buzzing. that’s why he’s been ogling you during your shared lectures, the reason he keeps ‘losing’ his pens and asking to borrow from you, the reason he keeps ‘forgetting’ to give them back, the reason he asked you out to this party! something about you just got eren hooked, to the point that he couldn’t stop thinking about you, to the point he would wake up with a boner almost every morning and jerk off from what he remembered of his dreams about you; to the point those dreams turned into fantasies, imagining what your body looks like under your clothes, what your moans sound like, what faces you’d make.
you, on the other hand, didn’t have any strong feelings toward eren until later. you thought of him as kind of average, if not a little loud and annoying at times, such as when he disrupted class, but in a word, tolerable, and definitely not the worst classmate you’ve ever had. usually, you’d never give a guy like him the time of day unless he actually tried to pursue you (instead of just flirting and joking around aimlessly) but your interest was piqued after your friends passed on to you some rumours about him being a self-proclaimed ‘hardcore dom’. from that point on, you were just as hooked. you became less dismissive and a little more friendly, playing along with his game — long enough so that he’d never see it coming once you finally sunk your claws into him.
that’s why, when you finally find the bathroom, you stop in the doorway, turn to eren in your stained shirt and say, “do you mind helping me clean up?”
the excitement in his eyes doesn’t go unnoticed as he answers a nonchalant, “yeah, sure,” and follows you inside. the soft click of the lock has eren’s pulse jumping because he knows exactly where this is going. he knew you had to feel something back, that you couldn’t resist his advances forever. his eyes scan you shamelessly while you pull your top over your head and start wiping your chest down with a towel. he leans against the door and comments, “hey now, you might give a guy the wrong idea taking off your clothes like that,” and that’s what sets everything else into motion.
“yeah?” you say as you step closer. your voice is hushed, lowered, as if to whisper a dirty secret. “how do you know it’s the wrong idea?”
eren falters at your forwardness, but runs a palm over his hair and regains his composure. “i guess i don’t,” he says, not even trying to hide the way he’s staring at your lips. “so, is it?” his dark gaze flicks back up to your eyes. “the wrong idea?”
you smile and make sure to bat your eyelashes extra prettily as you whisper, “why don’t you kiss me and find out?”
his lips are on you as soon as you finish the question and his hands grasp at you while he backs you up against the door. he kisses you feverishly and as impatiently as you’ve been feeling this entire night. you let him kiss along your jaw, down your neck, across your collarbone, but before he can get too carried away, you guide him back to your lips. this time, you take over leadership in the kiss. eren smirks, mistaking it for eagerness, until a skilled tongue slides into his mouth and your hands begin to touch him with confidence and ease. his breath hitches once, twice, and it only spirals from there. he’s gasping and panting in seconds, overwhelmed and barely managing to keep up. slowly but surely, you’re pushing back, and he can feel himself giving in, involuntarily yielding to you like it’s a biological instinct. he doesn’t even realise how bad it is until it’s too late, until his back is pressed against the door and his centre of gravity becomes you, staring at him with a look he’s never seen on your face before.
“you’re real pretty, you know that, right?” you tell him as you tuck some of the loose hair from his bun behind his ear. eren opens his mouth, presumably to bark out a retort at your (what he believes to be) demeaning choice of words, but all that comes out is a quiet moan as your knee rides up between his legs. you take advantage of that and slip your thumb inside, pressing down on his tongue and opening his mouth wider. “so pretty,” you add in a croon, but then he brings his teeth down and bites your thumb. you don’t give him the satisfaction of a pained reaction, settling for a disappointed glare and a tight grip of his jaw. “don’t be a brat now, jaeger. you don’t wanna know what i do to brats.” interestingly, the lump against your knee twitches. you arch an eyebrow. “oh? or maybe you do?”
his eyes are on yours, seemingly stern and rebellious but you know it’s just a ruse; you know begging for mercy when you see it. such eyes suit him, you’ll give him that, but you’d have to be a fool not to take this opportunity, to give him that final nudge, those final few centimetres he needs to be all yours. so you whisper into his ear, the kinds of things he’s used to saying and worse, until he’s flushed and speechless, stuttering over his breaths and holding back whines. it’s almost too easy when you lean down to his neck, and he just lifts his chin and gives it to you, without you even having to ask. you reward him with red kisses and purple lovebites that have the skin beneath your lips thrumming with suppressed moans. it’s such a treat too, how affected he is when you’ve barely even started.
some part of eren is still screaming at him to steal back his dignity and the role he’s made a reputation out of, but his pants are damp and so tight it hurts, it’s really not his fault when he starts grinding against your knee in search of relief. you find it adorable, really, and smirk against his neck as you press your knee forward in an act of pity. a whimper slips from him and he ruts against you faster, more desperately, so desperately. he almost sobs because he was sure your actions would be as cruel as your words, but he’s too caught up in chasing his high to feel relieved or thankful. he focuses only on moving his hips, back and forth, back and forth, and holy shit, is he really about to cum already? in his pants, like some teenager?
he stops his movements, shaking with the effort of keeping still. with clammy hands, he hurries to undo his jeans, but you snatch them away and pin them to the wall. your curled lips indicate that you understand the situation just fine without an explanation, yet you still have the audacity to say, “what’s the matter? don’t you wanna cum?” your tone all flowery and pure as you pick up where he left off, mercilessly rubbing his cock through the fabric.
“no, no, no, fuck,” eren chokes out, even as he betrays himself by meeting your knee halfway, but he just can’t stop! his peak is drawing closer and closer and his downward motions just get harder and faster. it feels so good and he’s so, so close–
“don’t cum yet.”
eren’s first thought is: how the fuck is he supposed to do that? but then his second thought is: why would he listen to you anyway? what authority do you have over him? and yet what comes out of his mouth is, “please–”
“begging so soon?” you say against his lips. “that’s sweet, it really is.” you let go of his wrists and trail your hands down his arms to his chest, then over a nipple experimentally, grinning when you feel it pebble under your light touch. you give it some more attention, circling and rubbing it through the fabric until eren’s hands are clutching your shoulders and he’s curling in on himself trying to escape the foreign sensation. he never thought that part of his body could feel... good?
you suddenly pinch and twist it and eren whines. the pain is sharp, and yet that’s what has his orgasm returning. with only a few more grinds against your knee, it’s hitting him fast, from all angles, and the thing he’s been dreading finally comes true. he soaks his underwear with cum, hot and sticky and disgusting. he moans weakly, digging his blunt fingernails into your shoulders as his head raises up against the door.
you sigh, disappointed. “i didn’t say you could cum.”
eren is standing there, trying to catch his breath and too out of it to respond to you, when you suddenly grab him through his pants. his back arches at the overstimulation and you’re smiling because of course you are as your hand massages over his bulge and the horrid squelching sounds remind him of his shame. he tries to get away from the stimulation, gasping out, “stop, stop, stop!” but when you don’t hear that lovely ‘please’ you only quicken your ministrations.
“you’re such a pervert, eren,” you taunt, soft and sultry, as if you weren’t humiliating him with your words. “cumming in your pants from having your nipples played with? and it’s only been like, what, a minute?”
his cheeks turn pink, his eyebrows knit together, and all he can say is a shaky, “shut up.”
you snicker. “aw, don’t be embarrassed. it’s cute! you’re just like a virgin.”
“i’m not a virgin,” he croaks out, and it’s true, but you pretend to be unconvinced so you can watch him rush to make you believe him while his face blooms a darker shade of pink and his cock hardens at your touch — or maybe your words? either way, you continue palming him until his defiant expression fades, until it’s replaced by parted lips and hooded eyes.
then you pull away, just as he’s starting to buck into your palm. you relish the way he looks at you, so questioning and betrayed. you wish you could see what other faces you can get him to make, but now that you’ve given him a taste, you intend to take it all away. it’s the funnest part of this all; leaving him wanting after planting the seed of what could be into his mind, letting him continue with his life of hook-ups and one-night-stands before he inevitably comes running back to you. it would be so easy now to lose your patience and ravage him like a starved man, sure, but that takes away the fun in taking him apart piece by piece. you’ve come all this way; it would be a shame not to savour it.
“why did you stop?”
there it is, you think, and you can’t help smiling. “you told me to,” you answer as you take a step back. eren stands there, the start of a protest falling from his lips. you don’t wait for him to finish, instead reaching for your shirt and putting it back on.
“hey,” eren scoffs and grabs your arm. “you can’t just leave.” his tone is light-hearted, but you can tell he’s being serious, and that it’s more like a plea rather than the statement it’s phrased as.
“oh, can’t i?” you say, raising an eyebrow. “why not?”
eren looks at you, then his crotch. you don’t think you’ve ever seen him this lost for words.
you just laugh through your nose, like he’s told a bad joke. “this is your punishment, eren. you should remember it next time you think about disobeying me.” you wave your hand for him to move, but he lingers, so you give him a pointed look, a silent demand. he steps out of the way and you open the door. “see you in class on monday,” you say over your shoulder before shutting the door behind you.
standing there with his heart still pounding with adrenaline, eren realises that he was right before; your actions are as cruel as your words, crueller even, he just guessed too soon. he should be livid — you’ve left him covered in hickeys, with an aching boner and cum that’s still warm in his pants — but all he can think about is two words: next time. even after days have passed, he doesn’t stop thinking about them. he clings to them like a lifeline, every day and every class with you after that; turning those words over, listening to the echo of your voice in his mind, the way your lips moved around those two bittersweet syllables. he thinks about them for an entire three weeks before they finally come into existence thanks to a class assignment that gets the two of you paired up.
you avoid inviting him over too soon, purposely offering to meet up at cafés and the campus library. at first, they were nothing more than that: just doing actual work for the assignment. but soon enough, you start to tease and distract him; a foot skimming his inner calf one too many times to be an accident, a hand on his thigh that rubs up and down but never more. it’s torture, yet eren feels giddy at the prospect of it leading up to something more, every single time, wondering if this will be the time you go further.
there’s one time he’s sure you will. it starts out innocent, you asking him to get a book that’s too high up for you. as he reaches for it, his shirt lifts up, revealing a strip of his v-line and the waistband of his boxers, how the edge of skin above it is slightly paler, where his tan didn’t reach...
it’s gone as soon as it appears and usually your thoughts would vanish with it — except the aisle happens to be dowsed in shadows from a broken light and the closest person around is on the other side of the library. so instead of your urges slipping away, it’s your self-restraint, and rather than taking the book, you take his wrist. then you pin him to wall and use your other hand to push his lips into yours, all in one fell swoop. the intensity with which you kiss him and the way you have him pressed against the wall brings him back to that night. he kisses back just as passionately, all slippery saliva and clashing teeth. he’s sweating already, hot with the thrill of what else you’re willing to do, how far you’re willing to go in a public place like this. would you touch him? make him cum in his pants? leave him hard?
a hand clutching onto your shirt brings you back to your senses. you pull away and eren tries to chase your lips, but you catch his jaw before he can. he’s still panting from the residual excitement of earlier. his eyes stare at you, puppy-like in the way they speak a silent plea and twinkle with the reflection of the library ceiling lights behind you. you just smile and pet his spit-slick lips with a thumb, the gentle touch distracting him long enough for you to grab the book he’s still holding and step back. “thanks,” you say, gesturing to the book before walking away.
just seconds ago, eren’s mind was racing with thoughts, but as he stares at your retreating back, his only thought is that you really are cruel — and yet it is that thought, and that moment, that replay in his head that very night as he’s roughly pumping his cock and cumming in his underwear, if only to pretend you forced him to, just like back then. he’s pathetic, he knows that, but at the same time, it’s all he can do. he just feels so... he doesn’t even know what to call it, but it has him drooling after everything you do. he’s never felt this way about anyone. he’s only ever slept around with people, too afraid of committment for even friends with benefits or a situationship. he’s not even all that great with friendships, with only two friends he’s been lucky enough to have by his side since childhood, and a few guys he talks to and has lunch with at uni, but never actually hangs out with outside of class. but you? you have something that makes him want to stay, to keep going after you; you’re the reason he hasn’t slept with anyone since the party. he’s tried to, but it’s just not the same. he feels like you’ve ruined him for everyone else. that’s why he has no other choice but to fuck his fist after every meet-up with you, imagining it as your fist while the words you left him with loop in his head.
it isn’t until over halfway through the project that eren’s pining finally reaches its peak with a single message:
let’s work at my place today, usual time
the way it’s not a question does something to him, which is when he realises how pent-up he is. he knows he shouldn’t get his hopes up, but by the time he reaches your dorm, he’s already half-hard. he wipes his sweaty hands off on his tee and adjusts himself in his sweatpants before knocking on your door. when you open it, you’re in nothing but a t-shirt and shorts, legs bare and feet clad in slippers.
“you’re early,” you say as eren strolls inside.
he scoffs. “not on purpose,” he says, hoping you don’t see through his façade (you do). he slides his hands into his pockets and takes a look around your room. various shelves and decoration on your walls, reflecting your interests; memorabilia and clutter on different surfaces and furniture. some clothes thrown over your desk chair, a few plants and books. there’s a scent in the air too, not too strong but prominent and uniquely you.
“when you’re done snooping around my room like a creep,” you call out from your bed, “we should get on with the assignment.” your fingers clack away on your laptop keyboard for a bit before looking at eren. “i know the deadline’s next friday but i’d rather get it done as soon as, y’know?”
eren’s stomach drops. he completely forgot the real reason he was invited here; the innocent reason he was invited here. your tone was casual, gave no indication that you knew, yet as he stands there in front of you, he feels like you’re in his head. do you know the effect you had on him at the party? the effect you continue to have on him? shit, eren thinks, as he clenches and unclenches his fists. he wants to respond, play it off cool and act like he only agreed to come so enthusiastically because he cares about his grades, but his mind is blank.
“cat got your tongue?” you tease, shifting into a position that has you face-on to eren. then you slide to the edge of the bed and lean forward. “why so quiet, jaeger? that’s not like you, your loud mouth usually always has something to say.” those scrutinising eyes scan him from head to toe. slowly. “and where are all the materials anyway? the ones you were meant to bring? for the assignment?”
he feels caught, trapped like prey, and with every few-second flick of your eyes, every purposely chosen word and perfectly timed pause, he feels himself get smaller and smaller.
“don’t tell me,” you start, but with those three words alone, eren already knows his fate has been sealed, “you thought we wouldn’t actually be doing the assignment?” you’re smiling now, the same smile you had in that bathroom three weeks ago as you palmed him through his cum-soaked pants. “what did you think we were going to do, huh? please, tell me...” your eyes narrow into slits and your lips stretch out in a smile, showing off teeth that flash like a predator’s. “i am so curious.”
you’re pushing his buttons, making him feel like the desperate one, and maybe he is, but could you blame him? eren just wants another taste of what you gave him at the party, and most of all, he wants you. he realises that maybe you really did just send that text with the intention of working on the assignment, but there’s no denying that in this moment, that’s not what this is; in this moment, you’re nudging him forward after toying with his sexual frustration, and in this moment, eren decides to put a stop to it.
he stomps forward until he’s looming over you, a sharp scowl twisting his features. “stop playing dumb, (name). you know damn well what you were doing when you sent me that text,” he snarls, sea green eyes stormy and narrowed. “i’m done with these games, alright? if you’re not going to take responsibility for making me like this, then– then i will.” he almost falters from the weight of your eyes, the way they just sit there, waiting and unfazed, but he steels his composure. “you’re just a brat anyway,” he says, leaning in. “all you really want is for someone to put you back in your place.”
that smile hasn’t left; hasn’t so much as twitched. in the position you’re in, you’re looking up at him, but the way you’re doing it makes it feel as though eren is the one looking up, the one being looked down on. “well... you’re right about me knowing what i was doing,” you admit, “but the rest? not so much. not for me, anyway.” you trace the collar of eren’s t-shirt with your fingertips, drag your palm down his chest...
you suddenly bunch up the fabric and yank it with a tight fist. your other hand catches eren’s shoulder and keeps him steady as his palms land on either side of you, knees bent and head in the crook of your neck. “come now, jaeger. do you really think i’m the brat in this situation?” you say softly, your breath warm and your lips featherlight as they graze his ear lobe. “put me back in my place?” you giggle quietly and it reverberates through eren’s skull like a thunder clap. “does that really sound like something you want to do to me?” he can feel the way you smile against the shell of his ear, the wetness of your teeth. “or is that just the only way you know how to ask for something to be done to you?”
eren is hidden in your neck yet he feels completely exposed. he wants to mask the way your words make his breathing stutter, but when you’re this close, even he knows it’s no use. all he can do is stay right where he is, frozen in a mixture of embarrassment and anticipation.
you shove eren back and he crumbles to the floor on all fours. “that’s more like it.” you tilt your head at him as he sits up on his knees. “doesn’t this feel so much better?”
eren doesn’t want to admit it, not even to himself, but it does feel better. his gaze drops to his lap in shame but that’s where he sees the even more shameful bulge that’s formed between his legs. he instinctually covers it up, but he’s too late, and his attempt at hiding it only confirms what you already know. you reach over and angle his head up by his chin. you have an unimpressed expression on your face, but your eyes contrast it with their fiery intrigue. “wow, eren,” you say through an amused sigh as you lean in close to his face. “are you seriously hard right now?”
he swallows nervously and presses his thighs together. his breathing is already faltering in his chest, but he tries to keep it steady as he replies, “you can’t blame me. you’ve been teasing me ever since you left me at the party. just like this.”
a hand yanks his head back by his hair and eren is unable to stop the moan that escapes him. he chews on his lip as you sneer down at him. “being left like that was exactly what you deserved,” you mutter, then you raise your eyebrows, feigning a contemplative expression, “but maybe another, harsher punishment is what you need to learn your lesson, hm?”
eren’s dick twitches and he would’ve nodded too, if he didn’t register at the last minute that punishments aren’t meant to be enjoyed.
you catch it anyway, and scoff. “of course, you’d like that, you fucking whore.” you let go of his hair and lean back. eren stares at you, confused, until you pat your lap. “sit,” you tell him. your posture is relaxed, in contrast to his, which tenses as he straddles your lap, resting his hands on your shoulders. your eyes widen and you smile incredulously. “i guess leaving you like that wasn’t entirely useless, huh?” you laugh to yourself and massage along his hips and thighs before finally tugging the waistband of his sweatpants down, slowly, along with his underwear. a shudder runs down eren’s spine at the touch of cool air on his skin. his hard cock bumps against his abdomen, leaving behind a shiny smudge of precum. you tap his wet tip and draw circles around it, making eren hiss and briefly dig his nails into your shoulders.
“don’t–” he stops himself when you glance up at him.
your eyebrows raise. “what was that?” you ask, but he just swallows and remains silent. “use your manners, baby. you’ve done it once before, so i know you can.” your other hand snakes under his t-shirt and caresses his side. “don’t get shy now. if you’re cute enough, i might give you a reward.”
eren shifts in your lap. there’s a pause. then, “please.”
you chuckle. “come on, ‘ren,” you say, “you can do better than that.”
he looks exasperated, but tries again anyway. “please,” he repeats. “please just– just touch me. please.”
he makes it too easy to tease him, you think, as you grin wickedly. “but i’m touching you right now, aren’t i?”
eren groans. “yes but– you’re not–” he jumps as you dip your nail gently into his slit. “fuck, just put your hand around my cock please.”
you surprise him by doing exactly that, a loud moan being torn out of him. your grip is tight as you drag your fingers down his length, spreading his precum. with how pent up he’s been, eren feels like he’s close already. his body tingles with pleasure and anticipation. it’s almost too much, yet not enough, the way you slide your hand up then down, up then down, steady and unrushed. just as eren is about to ask you to go faster, you rotate your hand over his leaking tip and he chokes on his words. you do it again, and again, before returning to your previous motions. you repeat this, changing your pace a few times, just to watch him squirm, before resuming your steady pumping. eren begins to wonder if you’re waiting for him to beg more, if you’ll just keep doing this until he asks you to go faster, but the next time you change your pace, it’s fast and doesn’t stop, just goes even faster. eren stumbles over his breaths. he’s relieved, but at the same time it’s too fast. “fuck, slo– slow down,” he says in a strangled voice. he is hurtling toward his orgasm, he’s definitely not going to last. shit, how were you able to go so fast and hard at the same time? it felt like he was on fire. he’s so–
you stop.
a single meek drop of precum trickles down eren’s dick.
“no–” he groans. “what the fuck? why did– why didn’t you–”
“did you forget already?” you interrupt, grinning from ear to ear. eren’s lips remain pursed in frustration. “this is your punishment, remember?”
a range of emotions pass over eren’s face: realisation, horror, anger, desperation, self-pity. you watch his inner conflict set aflame, how he looks down at his aching dick, how his fingers twitch and one hand even goes as far as to dip down to try and touch himself, but you grab it and place it back around your neck. “only i get to touch you, and only i will decide when you get to cum,” you tell him and eren curses under his breath but stays put. from there, you go back to touching him. you bring him to the edge, over and over, abusing your knowledge of all his weak spots, squeezing and rubbing and pumping vigourously for what must be at least eight times; until his speech is slurred and his pleas are barely intelligible.
when you let go for the final time, you hear him sniffle against your neck.
“that bad, huh?” you mumble, mostly to yourself. you slip your hands beneath his shirt and trace the smooth plains of his torso, up and down, feeling the muscles ripple and writhe from the barely-there touch. “okay,” you say, “you’ve been good, so i’ll reward you now.” his hips jut out violently and grind against your stomach. you grab his drenched cock and suck your teeth in disapproval. “don’t ruin it by getting too greedy now, eren.”
he stares at you, turquoise irises engulfed in black pupils, and licks his lips. “what’s my reward?”
you just smile. “you’ll find out soon enough,” you answer. you pull up his waistband and snap it against his sensitive cock, making him yelp. “first, i want you to get up and take off your clothes.”
eren is eager and obeys quickly, making a show of it as he does; flexing his muscles a little more than necessary, his movements slow and sensual and tempting because that’s just how he’s done this every time before this. but the sooner that usual ego of his rises, the sooner it falls, because once he’s down to his last item of clothing — his boxers — he just stands there like he doesn’t know what to do next. he does, of course, but he’s feeling what seems like dread at the idea of being completely naked in front of you. not because he’s insecure, but the fact that it’s you he’s showing it to; you with your fox grins and cruel, humiliating words, your rough treatment and watchful eyes... fuck, just the thought is making him harder, and then even harder as he wonders if you can see it. will you point it out? will you make fun of him? call him names?
eren jumps when you graze his crotch with the end of your foot. “having second thoughts?” you say, teasing but serious all the same.
“no,” he says without hesitating.
“then go on.” you lift your foot and eren tenses in anticipation, but you just grin wider and point to the head of his dick, peering out slightly from his boxers, without touching it. “don’t keep me waiting.”
he slides the waistband down his thighs and lets it drop to his feet, then steps out and tosses the garment aside. you’re still fully clothed and relaxed while you look him up and down. eren slides a hand over the top of his hair, pushing away the fallen strands. he thought he felt exposed earlier, but now it’s even worse. your eyes are practically devouring him, but you can’t help it. the way he’s standing there, completely nude while you aren’t, waiting for your next command while staring at you with those dark aqua eyes from under pretty dark eyelashes. no number of late-night fantasising would do this sight justice, yet you wonder if you can make it even better. you wonder if you can push him just a little bit further, see how much more you can bend him before he breaks.
“you look nervous, eren,” you say. “are you sure you–”
“yes! yes, i’m sure,” he all but gasps out.
you arch an eyebrow at his interruption. “i was going to say are you sure you want this? are you sure you want me?” you clarify. “for all i know, you’re just a slut who’ll pounce on anyone. how do i know i’m not just a set of holes to you, hm?”
eren frowns. “no, that’s not–” he steps closer to you and sinks to his knees in front of you. “i only want you, (name). no one...” his cheeks flush hot and he looks away from your eyes. “no one else could fuck me as good as you.”
it’s not the entire truth and you know that. you’ve always been good at reading people. though eren may be better than the average person at lying, around you? all of that depletes and he becomes an open book. “and how would you know that?” you say as you lean back on your palms.
“i don’t,” eren says as he places his hands on your knees, “but maybe you can show me?”
it’s pathetic yet so beautiful to see a man like eren jaeger like this: on his knees and at your disposal. it’s almost a shame you couldn’t get here sooner, but you’ve always believed in delayed gratification, in trusting the process and the like; that’s why you adore men like him, who’ve only ever been doms and have never even considered anything else. it’s so much fun to string them along, allow them to unknowingly fall into a false sense of security, to make them think you’re just another obedient little sub, and how once you’ve built that up enough, breaking them is all the sweeter.
the shift of you leaning forward makes eren sit up. he’s not sure what he’s expecting, but you gently petting his hair definitely isn’t it. he melts, dropping his head and resting his cheek against your knee, just like you thought he would. after all, you noticed that pushing back loose hair is a nervous tic of his, and so naturally this kind of touch comforts him. you smile fondly at that.
the tender moment is broken by eren humping your leg. you’re not sure if he even realises he’s doing it. his eyes are shut and he’s whimpering like a dog. the grasp he has around your knees tightens. “eren,” you say to him and he seems to regain some awareness, stopping his movement and looking up at you. “would you like your reward?”
he breathes out like he’s been holding it. “please.”
you pat the space behind you. “come lay down.”
he does so and you wait for him to get comfortable before perching yourself on his lap. you begin by sliding your hands up his torso and back down again, tracing the dips and curves of his body. you litter kisses from his neck to his collarbone and chest. your breath ghosts over a nipple and eren shivers. you take a second to smile before flicking your tongue over the dark pink bud. his chest raises off the bed and into your mouth as you latch onto the nub and swirl your tongue around it. your hand makes work of his other nipple and eren’s hips buck into you. a string of spit forms and snaps as you pull away and resume your path down his torso, pecking down his belly, hip and finally, his inner thigh. you feel eren squirm as your cool breaths hit his drooling cock. you flatten your tongue and lick up from the base, kissing the tip wetly before taking it into your mouth and sucking hard. eren throws his head back and moans, fallen strands fanning out against the pillows. his hips are restless, so you hold them down while you slide down to the base, then back up to suck on the tip again. your motions are smooth, aided by saliva and precum, as you begin to bob your head up and down his length.
eren’s fingers find your hair and cling there. you break away to mutter a cautionary, “easy,” then swallow down his cock again, moving quicker now. with how you’ve been teasing and edging him, you suspect that he’ll cum soon. his sounds get higher and louder, more frequent, and every so often the hands on your head flinch or scratch or curl.
“i’m close, i’m close,” eren warns through laboured breaths. his skin is damp with sweat, long strands sticking to his forehead in curled shapes. “please le– let me cum.”
you answer him by not stopping, by using your hand to pump the bottom half of his cock while continuing to suck on the rest with hollowed cheeks and wet lips.
“fuck, m’gonna c– ah! fuck, please let– please!” his back arches, sheets peeling off his skin before he collapses again, abdomen contracting. “please say i can–” his nails dig into your scalp as he moans, drawn out and loud. hot fluid fills up your mouth and throat. you swallow and don’t cease moving until eren is pawing at your face and mumbling about how it’s too much. afterwards, unable to hold back your teasing nature, you give a few kitten licks to his reddened tip, enjoying how it makes him whine and jolt.
“i take it you liked your reward then?” you say, pushing away the stringy hair around his cheeks and forehead.
“yeah,” eren pants, and as he’s lying there, all blissed out and in the process of winding down from his high, you’re gazing down at him in a way he’s only been able to dream of until now and he realises that sure, blowjobs aren’t anything special or revolutionary, but everything leading up to it is what made it so amazing, you are what made it so amazing. you’re everything he didn’t know he wanted, the key that unlocked his hidden desires, and even if you were to leave him hard and aching for your touch again, even if you teased him to no end and laughed at him and called him names, he’d still come back if you gave him the chance because he loves it. he loves you.
you lean in and kiss eren; delicately, kindly, with care and a gentle want, a peaceful want reserved for lovers, because somewhere along the way you started to develop feelings for him. eren had only hoped for such a thing, thought that it was wishful thinking and delusion that gave him the impression you might feel the same way. maybe you didn’t at the beginning; maybe it started out as just lust, but right now you love him and he loves you. the lust is still there, but it’s soft now, and so much more than it was.
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notes. couldn’t help making it soft at the end! i’ve reread this so many times i genuinely have no idea if it’s good but i hope you enjoyed it<3
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seeingivy · 11 months
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roommates (completed) ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆
roommate eren x f!reader 
after finding yourself in an unfortunate situation, you room with your co-workers best friend eren for the time being 
content: roommates au, miscommunication trope, mutual pining, teeny tiny bit of angst, FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF, a bit of suggestive content, taylor alison swift, the most corny little eren that ever eren-ed 
read on ao3
first meeting
tending to injuries
flu season
bad day
3:45 am
the morning after!
meet the parents
fall concert
miscommunication
how to fight
three days
befriend your landlord
the party scene
the scouts
your fiercest protectors
fall banquet 
engaged and in love
important questions
you’re always welcome to send a lil question + request for lil bonuses abt this story and this man if you so desire (roommate eren nation rise, he will NEVER DIE) 
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sleepysnk · 1 year
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27 with eren jaeger laughs evilly
a/n: i love me some eren jaeger smut, so thank you again for requesting this!! i hope you enjoy 🫶🏻!
pairings: eren jaeger x fem!reader
warnings: nsfw, smut, reader is a brat kind of, teasing, dirty talk, praising, use of pet names (baby, princess), some degradation, kinda rough sex, breeding, creampie, begging.
prompt #27: “do you think you deserve this?”
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Your eyes rolled back from the sensation of your boyfriend’s cock hitting your g-spot. He may have not been able to see it, but he could feel how much you like it. Your tight walls were squeezing his dick so well that it was taking everything inside him to not ruin you right there on the mattress you were fucking on. 
Eren’s hand trailed up your backside, sending tingles all along your skin. His hands squeezed your ass as he thrusted into your pussy. You had been acting up all fucking day and he wasn’t going to let it slip away from him. He wanted nothing more than to fuck you to make that shitty attitude you had disappear. He was tired of it, and he knew you couldn’t deny a good fuck from him. He always made you feel like you were on the moon whenever he went down on you, and that’s exactly what he did.
He could feel your pussy quivering around his shaft. He knew you were close judging by your body language and how loud you had become. He loved watching you become a needy little slut around his cock. “Fuck.. yeah, you like that princess?” he looked over at your face that was shoved into the pillow near your head.
All you could do was nod your head at his question. The white hot pleasure that was spreading throughout your body was too fucking good. Your orgasm was creeping up on you with every thrust of his hips, and you yearned it more than anything else right now. 
Eren felt your walls getting tighter and tighter. He hissed at how fucking great it felt. Your pussy was so intoxicating to him and he could never get enough of it. It was almost like you were made for him to have sex with you. It was so perfect. “You’re gonna cum, aren’t you, baby? I can feel you getting snug around me..” he smirked, reaching around to toy with your swollen clit. “Fuck.. you’re so wet.. all this, for me?” 
You gasped when his fingers started circling your clit. Your fingernails dug into the material of the pillowcase from the increased pleasure. “Ah! Eren.. yes! Only you!” you whined, looking at his gorgeous features while he rutted into you. 
His name rolling off your tongue made him harder than he already was. Truly, you were right. Your pussy was his and his only. Nobody could ever fuck you the way he did. He’s the only man on the fucking planet that could ever make you cum so hard you’d see stars in your pretty eyes. “Yeah.. that’s right, baby..” he groaned, squeezing your hips. “Say my fucking name, yeah? I love when you scream it..” 
You shuddered at his request, but nonetheless you obliged to it. “Yes..! Eren! Eren!” you cried. “Eren.. fuck.. ‘gonna cum!” 
He started slowing his thrusts. The pleasure you were feeling had started to diminish, causing you to lift your head up with confusion. Eren had this grin on his features that screamed he was a cocky fuck. “Do you think you deserve it?” he cocked his head to the side in a teasing manner. 
A whimper came from your lips at his question. You knew you weren’t in the best mood today, but you wanted to cum so fucking bad. “Eren.. please! I wanna cum..” you wiggled your backside towards him to feel some kind of friction against your needy pussy. 
Eren started touching and pinching your clit. His other hand touched your smooth skin, forming goosebumps along your body. He was clearly teasing you and getting off on it, because he had this wild look in his green eyes. “Yeah..? You’re gonna act good, right?“ he asked. “Not piss me off, right?” 
You nodded. “Yes! I promise, Eren!” 
He chuckled, then started to pick up that same pace from before. He had one of his hands on your hip while the other played and messed with your clit. You gripped on the sheets to hold yourself up, your eyes rolling behind your head from the pleasure. He was gonna make sure you would act right. He was so damn certain of it. 
You couldn’t hold back anymore. The pit inside your stomach finally caved and you felt this wave of ecstasy wash over your body. Your pussy squeezed Eren’s cock with such delight that he let out a groan or two from how delicious it was. A ring of white cream circled his dick as he thrusted into you as you rode out your orgasm. His name bouncing off the walls with a series of curses following in suit. You felt so so great. It was like there was relief coming over you, and you couldn’t be happier. 
Eren gripped your ass so hard his knuckles had turned white. His balls began to twitch and he knew he was about to cum at any second. He was gonna leave you nice and full. The thought alone was making him so turned on that it only made his thrusts increase, allowing his balls to slap against your cunt. 
He gritted his teeth, chasing that euphoric high that he desired more than anything else. “Mmph! Fuck! I’m gonna fill you u-up so fucking good, princess!” he grunted, looking down at his cock that was slipping inside of you so effortlessly. “Tell me you want that.. yeah? You want my cum in that pretty pussy, right..? All fucking filled and full..?”
“Y-Yes! Oh god, Eren, yes!” you whined, looking at him with desperate eyes. 
Oh, he loved the sound of that.
Eren groaned and grunted the moment he reached his orgasm. His cum filled your cunt, painting your crimson walls white from it. His nails dug into your skin, leaving some marks on the flesh. He was more than satisfied with you now, but there was still a side of him that didn’t feel that was enough.
He then flipped you onto your backside so you were now lying down and facing him. Your eyes grew wide at his gesture. “Eren, what are you-“
“Get comfortable, baby, I still got some things I think we should work out.”
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jaegersdevil · 8 months
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it's a bad idea, right? - eren jaeger
Ex!Eren x Fem!Reader
summary: seeing your ex after a night out… it’s a bad idea, right? cw: 18+, smut (afab!reader, unprotected sex, creampie), exes to lovers, swearing. w/c: 4.5k a/n: first time writing a ~proper~ smut, kinda bad, kinda fucking terrified to post but, we move 💪 olivia's new song is perfect for an exes to lovers whore such as myself, so i had to use it in a fic. enjoy :) masterlist
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Despite having the same friends, you hadn’t seen or heard from your ex for 2 months. The break-up was mutual, something about growing apart and wanting different things. Sure, you were upset, devastated even, but something inside you that knew you’d hold him again. And somehow, that one sliver of hope had wrapped around your heart and held it hostage. 
It’s how you found yourself at Moose with your two friends, Hitch and Annie, on the brink of passing out. The club’s multicoloured lights gave you a headache, and the generous amount of alcohol you had consumed an hour earlier started to wear off, but you continued to dance, laugh, and sing with the two girls. 
You held your phone in your hand as you threw your arms in the air. The room was lively and had been the best night you’d had at Moose in the past few months (or maybe it was because you knew who would call you tonight…). 
But when Hitch slapped you on the arm, and the phone in your hand started vibrating simultaneously, you had an inkling of who was calling.
“Don’t answer it,” Hitch yelled over the music, her eyes narrowed. 
You shrugged and, without looking, declined the call. “Who was it?”
“Don’t act dumb,” She shook her head, still jumping around. 
You rolled your lips between your teeth, and your heart started pounding faster. There was only one person who could elicit that tone from Hitch. 
You kept a playful smile on your face, and it remained when your phone rang again. But, this time, you faced the screen toward your body so the girls wouldn’t see. 
Eren’s name flashed on the screen, along with his contact photo: him with bedhead, shirtless, with the biggest smile on his face. Why his contact was still in your phone, with that specific photo, was beyond you, but all questions were out of your head when you turned around and left the dance floor without explanation. 
Swiping right to answer, you brought your phone to your ear. “What?” It probably wasn’t the most polite thing to say, but you were half-drunk, and your feet hurt. 
“Hi to you too, baby.” 
The tone of his voice sent shivers down your spine. It was the first time you’d heard his voice in months. 
“Eren,” You said, squeezing through groups to get to the bar. “Are you okay?” 
“I’m great, actually, now that I’m talking to you.”  
You could hear the smirk in his voice over the music, and that’s when you could tell you were in trouble. “What’s up?” 
He hummed into the receiver, but you could barely catch it. “Wanna come over tonight?” 
“Why?” You asked, but it was playful. 
“I got a new place. Wanna give you a tour.” 
“Do you? Well, where was this call, I don’t know, a month ago?” 
Eren groaned into his phone. “Just come! Please, I miss you.” 
You paused as you were adjusting your spot on the bar stool. “You want me to come over?” 
“Do you want to come over?” 
“Yes,” Your voice was breathless as you answered, and Eren’s soft laughter in the background wasn’t helping. “As friends.” 
“Okay, yeah. I’ll text you the address, bestie,” He said. “Can’t wait to see you.” 
And then he hung up. You knew what he wanted because you wanted it too. 
Flashes of Eren played on a loop in your head: the last time you saw him, the first time, him smiling at you in that cocky way of his, his body on top of yours, his under yours… it was insanity.
“Why’d you leave?” Hitch shouted in your ear. You jumped, a guilty look on your face that you hoped she and Annie wouldn’t notice. 
“I feel sick. I think I might go home,” You cringed at how the words came out of your mouth. 
And when Annie side-eyed Hitch, you knew they knew you were lying. 
“I’ll just get an Uber,” You unlocked your phone and clicked on the app, receiving a text from Eren simultaneously. 
How convenient. 
Typing in 843 Campanula Street, CS Apartments, you knew you should stop, but you couldn’t. A car popped up: 5 minutes away. 
Getting up to leave, you knew they would follow you outside. So, you held Hitch’s hand and pulled her, who pulled Annie out of the crowd and out of the entrance. You adjusted your purse on your shoulder and stepped out into the warm night air. 
“You should probably not see Eren tonight. You’re not in the right headspace,” Hitch said behind you. She knew you were lying about feeling sick, so you may as well play into it.
“Can’t two people reconnect?” You teased, glancing over your shoulder. 
“Bullshit,” Annie stated boredly. 
Blah, blah, blah… Eren, Eren, Eren…
“Listen, I only see him as a friend,” You rolled your eyes. “We’re done, we’re through, we’re never ever getting back together, okay?” 
Hitch and Annie shared a look. You’d just told the biggest lie you’ve ever said. 
“What’s the worst that could happen?” You looked down the road for your Uber.
Then Hitch choked out a laugh and Annie sighed. You furrowed your eyebrows. 
“We just don’t want you to get hurt again,” Hitch said softly after she finished coughing. 
You shook your head. “I won’t. Besides, I’m going straight home. I’ll ask him what’s up in the morning.” 
Hitch nodded knowingly. “Yeah, okay. Have fun at home. Text us when you get there.” 
Your Uber pulled up next to the curb. You smiled at Hitch and wrapped your arms around her neck. “See you.”
Turning toward Annie, you only grinned, making her look more bored. “Don’t be an idiot.” 
You threw your hands up in defence. “I’m not. I’m going home.”
“Bye then,” Annie waved and turned to reenter the club. Hitch stayed a little longer to ensure the Uber left, waving enthusiastically after it. 
You knew you should stop, but you couldn’t. 
Fuck it, it’s fine. 
When the elevator dinged, you stepped out onto the second floor. It was a nice complex with white walls, gold door handles, and dark, clean carpet, an upgrade from his previous apartment complex just off-campus. 
The floor was quiet for a Saturday night, except for the bass from party music coming from the lower floor. The carpet was plush under your feet, and the hanging lights were gold too. Maybe you were more tipsy than you thought as you picked out details you would’ve before. 
You saw nobody as you passed the first apartments. But, as you turned the corner of the hallway, Eren was standing in the doorway of the last apartment with a cocky grin. 
“Hey,” he called. You looked around and hushed him. It was 1am, after all. “Pish, they’re probably all out anyway.”
You felt your face heat up when you got closer, feeling self-conscious in your party dress and shoeless feet. But you couldn’t stop looking at him. Somehow, in the last 2 months, Eren had gotten more attractive. His black t-shirt was taut against his chest and biceps. His hair was pulled back into its usual half-bun, but the pieces in the front made him look prettier. You swore you’d seen someone much hotter for your sanity, but nobody came to mind. God, he really encapsulated everything you’d ever want and need. 
“Seeing you tonight… It’s a bad idea, right?” You giggled, swinging your heels in your hand. 
“I’d say it’s the best idea ever, but depends on who you ask,” His eyes raked up your body as you walked toward him. “Besides, just friends, right?”
The dimple you’d missed appeared on his cheek as he smirked, and your confidence grew. 
“We’re the best of friends,” At the sound of your voice so low and sultry, Eren blinked. 
His tongue darted out to wet his bottom lip, and when you reached him, his hands wrapped around your shoulders, pulling your cheek flush against his chest. The action didn’t surprise you because you would do the same. 
“Hi,” He whispered before pushing you away, his hands still on your shoulders.
You were going to speak, but your brain short-circuited. The rational side of your brain continuously asked you why, why, why, while the other side screamed at you to kiss him. It was a jumble of static and blah, blah, blah… Eren, Eren, Eren… 
All you could think about was him. 
Fuck it, it’s fine!
“Wanna show me,” You paused, flickering your eyes to his. The usual bright green of his eyes turned darker, and his grip on your shoulders tightened—his hands were burning your skin. “The apartment?” 
This seemed to snap Eren out of his daze because he shook his head to rid his thoughts, then nodded, stepping back and widening the door to welcome you. 
“Uh, yeah, so…” Eren stumbled, closing the door behind him. “This is the apartment.” 
You walked inside, placing your purse on the granite kitchen counter and your heels on the floor. 
“It’s lovely,” You muttered. From the couch to the posters and photos on the walls, it was so Eren, but it was mature. And it was lovely, different, attractive, but your attention wasn’t on the decor. It was on the owner of said decor, but you weren’t going to make that obvious yet. 
Eren rubbed the back of his neck as he watched you look around the space: into the open-plan living room, down the small hallway to the bathroom and the spare bedroom, and then back into the kitchen and to the lone door on the other side of the living room. 
“Your bedroom?” You asked, your voice light. You weren’t giving anything away yet. It was risky being here in the first place. There were reasons why you broke up, but you didn’t care at that moment. This was more fun than ignoring each other. 
“Wouldn’t you like to know,” Eren teased, breaking out of his frozen state to meet you at the door. 
The air was charged like it used to be, but you dismissed it, making a beeline for the couch—a large L-shaped black leather lounge. As soon as you sat down, all the aching in your back dissipated as you sunk deeper into the throw cushions. You groaned in relaxation, propping your feet up.
“Why do you always get the comfiest couches?” You closed your eyes. “S’not fair.” 
Eren didn’t say anything as you shuffled around to get comfortable, pulling the hem of your dress down your legs. He looked at the clock on the wall in the kitchen. 01:47.
“You tired, hm?” He asked, and you nodded, pretending to yawn. Eren narrowed his eyes when you did so. He’d seen that action before, the lesser version of your actual yawn—he’d seen the real one too many times to know when you were faking. 
“Guess I’ll take you home then.” 
Your eyes snapped open, and you shook your head. But when you saw Eren, a cocky smirk rested on his face, much like when you arrived. 
“I knew you were faking,” He laughed, stalking toward you. You pouted and looked up at him, your gaze catching his for a second before you looked away. 
“A more detailed tour, please,” You reached out your hand, and Eren pulled you up. 
The momentary touch of skin on skin was enough to fry your brain for a few minutes as you mechanically followed him into the bathroom, where you washed your face with his face wash, then into the spare bedroom to look at the view from the window, and finally, into Eren’s bedroom off the living room. 
Nothing was said as you entered, but the smell of his room was the same as it had always been—it was just in a different space without you to experience it. Cedar, geranium, bergamot, apple. It was the scent you bought him for his 19th birthday 4 years ago when you first started dating. You were stepping into a time machine, and all the emotions that came with it hit you in the face. 
You willed yourself not to cry as you turned your back to him to look over his desk. You ignored the few extra things he’d gathered without you in the two months you’d be apart, but it was all the same. It was Eren. 
“You like it?” He mumbled, the heat on your back making sense. You didn’t realise how close he was standing until he spoke, his hands on the desk beside you, caging you in. 
“It’s very you, Ren. The whole thing,” You spun around, your hips against his. “I really like it.” 
He smiled in relief and let his eyes wander your expression, recounting every mark, pore, scar on your face that he had memorised. It was all the same. You were still you. 
“I’m glad,” He breathed. “Thanks, bestie.” 
But you didn’t laugh. Your eyes were focused on his mouth. The realisation made Eren lick his lips again, but you noticed they twitched with anticipation this time. 
“This okay?” You whispered, slowly wounding your arms around his neck and pushing your hips harder against his. 
“You’re kidding, right?” He smirked, gaining his confidence back. His hands slid from the desk to your hips, and he leaned closer, breaths mixing, lips lingering. “I missed you so fucking much.” 
Eren’s lips brushed yours as he spoke. And you almost caved. Your fingers played with the loose hairs of his half-bun, and the action reminded you that you’d done this before, more than you could count—but never in the situation you were in right then. 
“Fuck it.” 
You don’t know who made the first move, but soon Eren was swiping everything off his desk and onto the floor so he could lift you onto his desk. You spread your legs apart and locked your ankles around his hips, pulling him closer. The kisses were sloppy and hasty, making up for lost time. You smiled when he began pushing the hem of your dress higher, his teeth tapping yours as he grinned too. 
Panting into each other’s mouths, you slid your hands down his chest and into the waistband of his sweatpants. 
“I want these off,” You mumbled, getting your nails under his briefs and pulling them down with his pants.
“Well, I want this off,” Eren laughed, reaching behind you to fiddle with the zipper on the back. The sudden exposure of your back to the hot air of his bedroom sent goosebumps over your skin. 
The front of your dress began to loosen, and soon, Eren pulled away from you, his hands carefully dragging the straps of your dress down your arms. His sweats were halfway down his legs, and his briefs sat awkwardly over his ass, but he couldn’t care less, not when you looked the way you did. 
The more you reflect on that night, the more you disagree. The thought of being in a club not an hour ago left you feeling gross and probably smelling gross too. But at that moment, you didn’t care because you were with him, in his new room and apartment, and all you could think about was him.
Blah, blah, blah… Eren, Eren, Eren… 
Eren laughed breathlessly at the sight of your tits, and when your dress was at your waist, he cupped them with his palms. “Fuck, I missed you.” 
Blah, blah, blah… Eren, Eren, Eren… 
When Eren leaned down to press kisses to your neck, you reached your hands to play with his hair again. “I… missed you… too.”
“Tell me what you want,” He breathed heavily into the space under your ear when he heard you struggle around the words. 
You whined in response, tilting your head back.
He laughed lowly. “I know you know how to use your words, pretty girl.” 
The pet name caused a moan to escape your throat, and soon you were clenching around nothing. Your mind was far away, head in the clouds, from being with him like this again. “You…” 
“Where?” He pulled away from your neck, his lips plump. “Where do you want me?” 
“Eren…” You frowned, eyes half-lidded as you looked at him. Eren’s eyes retraced your expression, his hands brushing stray strands from your face. 
A cheeky grin spread across his cheeks. “You’re so damn cute.” 
“Everywhere,” You finalised, leaning up to capture his lips with yours. 
Eren got the message and wrapped his large hands under your thighs to pick you up. Your legs remained around him as he expertly approached the bed without looking. 
“Gotten a lot of practice at that?” You joked, breathless. 
But, Eren shook his head and kissed your cheek. “There’s only ever been you.” 
The thought brought heat to your ears, cheeks, and body, and soon, you were burning. “Me too.” 
“Fuck,” He half-laughed, half-groaned, laying you on the bed. Eren gave you a crazy grin before he opened his mouth, biting your shoulder. You tried to push him away, giggling, but you never forgot his strength. He went down your body, pulling your dress down your legs as he went, leaving open-mouthed kisses on your stomach. Gripping the sheets, you arched, keening into him, chasing the buzz of his lips and the feverish marks they leave. But before he reached your underwear, he sat back his heels and pulled his shirt over his head by the back collar—like he always did. 
There was nothing to be shy about, you’d done this a thousand times with him, but you placed a hand on your torso nonetheless. When Eren noticed this, he furrowed his eyebrows. 
“Nuh, uh, no being shy around me,” he whispered and picked your hand up, holding it as he leaned over you. You quickly spread your legs to make room for him between them, and he wasted no time filling the space, tucking his other arm underneath your shoulders and lifting you up so your chests were flush. “You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen and will ever see, understand? Us not being together doesn’t change that.” 
You sighed, tears springing in the corners of your eyes. Maybe it was the moment or the weeks of not speaking to the one man you trusted with your life, but you couldn’t help the words that tumbled out next. 
“I love you,” You mumbled, lifting your free hand up to fun through his hair, pulling the rest out of the bun. 
Eren smiled a tender smile you knew all too well, which he reserved for you during moments like this. “And I love you. I’m gonna show you how much, okay? Will you let me do that?” Eren’s voice was soft and warm, your skin ablaze, and your heart grew tenfold. 
You nodded, searching his eyes with your own. All you saw was tenderness, infatuation, and everything you had grown accustomed to in the last 4 years. You pressed your lips against him in a quick peck in response to his original question. 
Eren laid your body back onto the bed, trailing his hand down your side and into your underwear. You gasped at the coldness of his fingers as they dragged through your slit. 
“So wet, baby,” Two of his fingers started rubbing circles around your clit, making you arch into him. “Miss me?” 
“I thought we’d already established that, Jaeger… shit,” You squeezed your eyes shut when he pushed two fingers into you. 
“Don’t get sassy with me. You know how that goes,” Eren smirked, watching you fall apart from just his fingers. 
“Eren, don’t—oh fuck,” You moaned as soon as you felt his fingers go precisely where they needed to, his thumb on your clit. He knew you inside out, and you knew he was getting off on that thought. 
Pure white pleasure set fire to your insides as you climaxed, though the embarrassment of cumming so hard on just his fingers never came. Because it always ended like this. 
You looked down at your hips, where his hand was inside your underwear, and nearly blacked out from the sheer familiarity of your first time with him. “Take those off right now. We are not repeating our first time.” 
Eren barked a laugh, shaking his head as he pulled them down your legs. “I thought it’d be cute,” He mumbled. 
“Get up here,” You scolded, but the demand was lazy and playful, making Eren want you more (if possible).
He climbed up your body again, his pants and briefs on the floor, as his cock rested against your stomach when he kissed you. There was no time to be wasted, not when you’d waited months for this to feel him again. You always knew you would hold him again. 
Eren sat up, and you wrapped your hand around his cock, lazily pumping him a few times. He was hot and heavy in your fist, and the feeling was delicious. “I haven’t even touched you yet,” You giggled. 
His eyes found your core, where you were dripping onto his dark sheets and clenching nothing, and the sight made Eren moan and screw his eyes closed. “It’s just you… fuck Y/n.” 
And then you took your hand off him, and Eren’s jaw fell open, looking down at you.
“C’mon,” He whined, and you shook your head, laying back on his bed. 
“Fuck me, Eren.” 
At your crude words, Eren bit his bottom lip to stop his smile. “Yes, ma’am.” 
He hovered over you, his hair brushing your cheeks as he looked down to guide himself into you. He ran his cock through your folds a few times, causing you to jolt, before he sunk the tip into you. 
The stretch was like coming home after a long time away, burning with slight pain before the pleasure took over. You welcomed him back into you. Circling your arms around his neck, you buried your hands in his dark locks, pulling the way you knew he loved. 
“Jesus,” Eren cursed lowly when he bottomed out; the sensation of you around him was one he’d never forget. “You good?” 
“Yeah, baby,” You squeezed his sides with your knees, dragging your nails softly along his scalp. He didn’t move for a beat, eyes trained on your nose's scrunch and relieved smile. 
“Good girl,” He whispered, pecking your lips as he rocked in and out of you. Your hands pulled at his hair harder than before, and he groaned into your lips, your mouths touching but not kissing. “You’re so tight, fuck.”
And when he picked up his pace, you cried out into his mouth, the feeling and sound of his body on top of yours familiar and obscene. Above you, Eren made the pretty sounds you’d once begged to hear again. And soon, perhaps too soon, your stomach twisted into a coil again, his thrusts becoming too much when he continually hit that one spot like he always did. His voice became rough and desperate, panting your name before the volume increased. 
Words tumbled out of his mouth sloppily, curses and jumbled questions, and your name. His usual deep groans turned to whimpers, and the sound made you reach your high faster. 
“Close?’” Eren asked, running a hand down your body to find your clit, fingers slippery as they circled quick. 
“Mmhm, yeah,” You mumbled, nodding sporadically and arching your body to mould to his, his name falling from your lips like a prayer. 
And then, the coil in your stomach snapped, and the white-hot flash that burned you from inside set you ablaze. Your body opened up for him, and Eren chased to meet you at the top, his movements becoming sloppy as he fucked you through your high. You’re too sensitive, warm, and wet, but Eren came inside, filling you fully.
He groaned deep into your ear, shuddering, and at that moment, you vowed to never let him go again.
After your activities last night, Eren gave you his favourite t-shirt and wrapped you up nice and tight in his sheets. You kissed him repeatedly, making promises under the blanket of night, the moon your witness. Never again would you leave, not when you knew him like you did, when you’d spent four years of your life moulding to each other. You cried, Eren cried, you laughed, he held you, you flicked his forehead, he tickled you. It was like you’d never said the words that caused the downward spiral of your life in the first place. 
Reaching over to grab your phone off the bedside table, your notifications were filled with messages on messages from your group chat with Hitch and Annie, and… Reiner?
07:24 Hitch: Where are you?????? Answer pls!!!!
07:59 Annie: Y/n istg 
08:50 You: Sorry I was asleep
08:50 Hitch: Thank god 
08:51 Hitch: We’re gonna facetime rn 
You groaned and turned your head toward a sleeping Eren. His hair was all over the place, his face innocent and soft, his skin golden and back bare. He was all you could ever want and more.
You slowly lifted the charcoal grey duvet to swing your legs out and sat up. Your entire body ached, and your legs shook as you stood up. Stifling a laugh of embarrassment, you tiptoed out of his room, careful of the one creaking floorboard he’d warned you about the night before.
It wasn’t until you got to the living room that your phone vibrated with an incoming group Facetime. 
“Hi,” You said tiredly, trying to block as much background as possible; they knew your apartment better than you did. 
“Good morning,” Hitch glared through the screen. Annie said nothing. 
“What happened to your neck? Hm?” The brunette asked, her voice accusatory. 
You moved toward the couch, sitting on the lush black leather, tucking a pillow behind your back. “Oh, I tripped and fell—”
“Yeah, into Eren’s bed,” Annie cut you off. 
Hitch muffled a laugh, and you stared at her in disbelief. 
Your mouth opened and closed with no sound. “No?” You visibly cringed when the usual statement came out as a question. 
“Y/n!” Hitch yelled, a smile taking over her false scold. Annie rolled her eyes with a hint of a smirk. Then, all that could be heard was laughter. 
“Well, at least you’re okay. I mean, it’s just Eren,” Hitch giggled. You smiled at her, grateful for your friends. 
“Oh! Reiner texted me too,” You suddenly remembered seeing his name on your lock screen. 
“Reiner?” The confusion in Hitch’s voice matched the thoughts in your mind. Why would Reiner text you privately?
You clicked around your phone until you opened Reiner’s message. 
02:49 Reiner: i’m happy for u and all, but pls stfu
But you couldn't find it in yourself to care, even after the realisation that all your friends knew you'd slept together washed over you. Because all you cared about was him.
Blah, blah, blah… Eren, Eren, Eren…
a/n: prologue
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spiteless-xo · 6 months
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Hii if it’s not too late can I request 198 with Eren 🫣? Hope you’re having a lovely day by the way :)
thank you for the request!! 🥰 i'm having a great day, i hope you are too!!
i’ve been struggling with so much writers block recently so apologies for taking so long to get to your request!!
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╰┈➤ smut prompts - 198. “I never thought I’d hear you say that, fuck, that’s hot.”
ft. eren/fem!reader cw. unedited, not proofread, established relationship, joke usage of the name "daddy", distracted driving, explicit sexual content (road head, blowjob, choking, face-fucking, cum swallowing), explicit language. 2,045 words.
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meeting eren’s parents went better than you were expecting.
after he had spent months telling you about how overbearing his mother was and how rude his father was, you were expecting the worst. but then eren brought you to meet them and you realized that they were just... normal parents.
“you should call your mom more often,” you scold, closing the door behind you as you settle into the front seat of his car. “she’s really sweet.”
“i can’t believe you’re siding with her,” eren groans, thumbing the ignition before looking over at you with a pout. “she treats me like a little kid.”
“you act like a little kid when you’re with her,” you tease. you reach up to pinch his cheeks and his brows furrow in annoyance but you watch a small smile form on his face.
“i’m glad you like them.”
“i’m glad they like me.”
he laughs, reaching across the centre console to squeeze your leg. “of course they like you.”
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he shifts his hand to the backrest of your seat as he twists his body backward, slowly backing out of his parents’ driveway and onto the road. you relax back into your seat, settling yourself in for a long ride back.
“are you sure you don’t just want to stay the night?” you ask for the hundredth time tonight.
“i’d rather be at home,” eren responds.
you roll your eyes before letting them fall shut as eren turns up the music slightly in the car. "it's such a long drive and it's already so late," you whine.
"go to sleep, princess," he coos. despite his sweet words, you know he's teasing you. "let daddy take you home while you rest, ok?"
"you gonna carry me inside when i fall asleep in the car, too?" you ask, cracking an eye open to peek at him.
"fuck that," he snorts, but you know he will.
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you wake up from your nap to the sound of eren humming along to the song playing in the car. you groan a little as you start to rouse, blinking your eyes open and looking to the dash for the time.
"still got a ways to go," eren explains, tapping his index finger on the steering wheel to the beat of the song. "go back to sleep."
you audibly pout, shifting a little in your seat as you turn to face him.
you're still shaking the sleepy haze from your mind as you blink up at your boyfriend.
your boyfriend! even after all this time, you can hardly believe that you and eren are together.
what started as friendly teasing in class quickly turned to making out in the library when you two were supposed to be studying, cheering him on in the stands at every one of his games, and him keeping a few of your favourite stuffed toys at his house.
you smile at the memories, biting your lip as you look at him. his eyes are focused on the road and his face is lightly illuminated by the streetlights as you pass them.
you look at the slope of his nose, the sharp cut of his jaw, and the little whisps of hair at the back of his neck that he missed when he tied his hair up.
"hey, that tickles," he whines, scrunching his ear against his shoulder as you reach out to touch the hair.
"whoops," you say, still dreamy. "sorry."
he glances over at you from the corner of his eye before quickly returning his attention to the road. "what's with the face? what are you thinking about?"
"us."
"what about us?" he sounds a little worried, so you answer quickly.
"i was just thinking about the start of our relationship," you explain. "thinking about how cute we were in the beginning."
"and now you've met my parents," he snorts, but he's biting back a smile. "who knew."
"who knew," you repeat wistfully, gently scratching his bicep with your nails.
he swats you hand away with a grumble. "cut it out, i'm trying to concentrate," he says and you frown.
"there's nobody for miles."
"i still need to pay attention to the road."
"when's the last time you saw another car?"
"dunno," he says with a lazy shrug.
you glance out the front window to see the dark road and then shift to look out the back window. there doesn't seem to be anyone out of the road tonight, but that isn't surprising. the drive out to eren's parent's house is relatively secluded and you and eren live together on the outside of town.
you figure that you'll probably go this whole drive without seeing another person.
the thought sparks an idea into your head that has you grinning wildly.
"what?" eren groans, noticing your obvious excitement despite his attention being on the road.
"nothing," you coo, but you're shifting in your seat to fully face him.
he glances at you from the corner of his eye, hands gripping the steering wheel a little tighter as he eyes you carefully.
you run a tongue across your lower lip before leaning forward over the centre console of the car, pressing your palm onto his thigh.
"what are you doing?" he asks, body oddly still -- tense.
you gently start to run your hand up and down his thigh, inching your hand higher and higher to the crotch of his pants, and when you finally palm at his cock, he responds with a low groan.
"we're not gonna be home for another hour," he says, but his thighs fall open to give you more space and you can feel him hardening under your touch.
"that's ok," you hum, stroking him gently through his jeans as you feel his cock lengthening and stiffening from your actions. it makes you giddy to know that you have such an effect on him.
"i can't concentrate with a boner."
"i'll help."
"you'll -- what?"
his annoyance quickly turns to bewilderment as you reach for his belt with both hands, gently unclasping the buckle before working on undoing his pants.
"what are you -- oh fuck."
you can hear the leather of the steering wheel move against his palms when you pull his cock from his pants, his grip tightening on the steering wheel as you squeeze his length in your hands.
eren shifts in his seat, giving you more access and accidentally lurching the car forward as his foot presses on the gas, but he quickly pulls himself back under control.
"what are you doing?" he asks through clenched teeth as you pump your fist along his cock.
he's already so hard and dripping precum and the feeling of him throbbing against your hand is making you press your thighs together in your seat.
"i've never given you road head before," you say.
"no," he gulps, "you haven't."
"thought i'd give it a shot."
"holy fuck," he groans, reaching out with one hand to grab the back of your neck as you position yourself better in your seat. "that's really fucking hot."
he squeezes the nape of your neck in his hand as you loom over his lap, mouth-watering already as you imagine the feeling of him on your tongue.
you lick your lips in anticipation, watching him leak onto your hand as his hips buck up into your hand. he's already so eager -- so impatient.
"i never thought i'd ever hear you say something like that," he groans, guiding your face down into his lap. "come on -- fuck -- don't make me wait."
you press your tongue flat against the head of his cock, and with your face in his lap, you can only hear the way his head slams back into the headrest of his seat. his reaction makes you smile as you lap at his slit, cleaning off the spilled precum and swirling your tongue around the tip.
eren urges you lower and you wrap your lips around him. he groans from deep in his chest as you envelop him in the warm wetness of your mouth. you gently suck on his tip, feeling another salty bead of precum as you start to bob softly along the ridge of his cock.
"fuck," he hisses, and he sounds so wrecked already that you're a little bit concerned about his ability to drive the car -- but with how he's already acting, you know this will be over soon.
"come on, baby -- more, more," he whines, hips bucking up off the seat, and you have to press a firm hand on his thigh to hold him down. as you do, he uses his grip on your neck to guide you up and down along his length, sinking your mouth further onto his cock.
eren's hand shifts from your neck to the back of your head, grabbing a fistful of your hair and using it to help guide you along his length. he groans above you, forcing you down onto his cock as you choke around him.
"fuck, that's it," he grunts as you spill drool down the sides of his dick. "make it nice and messy, baby -- show me how bad you want it."
you take him fully into your throat with your nose pressed into his skin as you swallow his length. he's so big and thick in your throat as your body tries to resist it, choking and coughing around him despite how he holds you down.
with a throaty groan he pulls you off of him completely. you gasp for air as his cock springs from you mouth, trailing strings of spit between the two of you as you feel burning in your eyes.
you grab the base of his cock, guiding him back towards you as you take him into his mouth again and he stutters out your name.
you feel both of his hands cradling the back of your head as his hips buck up into your face, roughly fucking your throat as he chases his high.
"come on, yeah," he grunts as his cock slides against your tongue. "fuck, you're gonna make me cum -- come on, baby -- take it."
he holds you down in his lap, cock buried down your throat as he cums. you can feel each pulse and twitch of his cock as he spills cum down your throat and you struggle to hold yourself back from choking as your eyes water.
when his grip relaxes, you lift up in a panic, looking around the car, "eren!" you yell, expecting to see the car hurtling forward into a ditch, but then you quickly realize that the vehicle is parked.
eren is still in a daze from his orgasm, panting as he lies collapsed against the chair, his arm thrown across his forehead. "what?" he hums.
"when did you pull over?"
"dunno," he says unhelpfully and you frown.
you wipe away the mess on your face with your hands -- the tears, the cum, the spit -- and take another look around at the empty road. there's still nobody in sight.
with a dramatic sigh, eren brings his hands back into his lap, tucking himself back into his underwear as he rolls his tongue against his cheek. "fuck, babe -- that was something."
you roll your eyes when he grins at you, bringing a hand up to grab your face. "my turn?" he asks.
"we've gotta get home," you remind him, but you're squirming in your seat to help sate the throbbing between your thighs.
"i can drive with one hand," he coos as you sit back in your chair.
he shifts the car back into drive and pulls back onto the road from where he parked, picking up speed with one hand on the wheel and the other on your thigh.
"spread your legs for me, baby," he says, inching his hand up and under your dress. "let's see how many times i can make you cum before we get home."
he takes a moment to glance over at you with a shit-eating grin as he says, "aren't you glad we didn't stay at my parent's?"
"please don't talk about your parents when you have your fingers inside of me, eren."
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satorusdiary · 11 months
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“no fuss or ima fuck you in this library.”
Plug!Eren x reader
Warnings: Thigh riding, orgasms, fucking in a library, sexual interactions, cursing, smut, idk anything else lmk
Summary: You went to go study in the universities library and you drag your boyfriend Eren along. It’s strange how he willingly wants to go, but you should’ve known better when you couldn’t focus whilst studying thanks to him.
Authors note: Erens down bad for his girlfriend <3
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Eren has the best weed around the area. Everyone knew that. Mostly everyone on campus bought from him, or wanted to buy from him. Luckily, you didn’t have to buy from him. You were able to get all of that stuff for free.
Because you were his lovely girlfriend, his other half, his everything. As of right now, Eren was laying on your bed with his hands behind his head, laying against your comfy pillows. Watching you get ready out of no where.
“Where you goin, mama?” He questioned, placing his phone down on your neatly tidied blanket.
“Library, you wanna come with me, rennie?” You pulled up your skirt, giving Eren a good view of your ass that was practically glued to your skirt.
You knew Eren wasn’t the type to go to the library, or even step foot in a library. Did he even ever go in a library before? You didn’t know. That’s also a question you ask yourself for how Eren didn’t drop out.
“Why’tha fuck you goin to a library? Just study here. You can sit on my face while you doin that.” Eren smirked and sat up from your bed, putting a shirt over his bare, toned body.
“I don’t have the books i need, i cannot fail this exam ren.. My dad would kill me!” You whine, engulfing your tall boyfriend into a hug. The smell of weed coming into your senses making you look up at him with a bitchy expression.
His eyes were red, of course. When were his eyes never red, um never..? That’s funny thinking something like that, but him smoking without you wasn’t. That’s how you guys became close anyways, by being smoking buddies.
Then you fell in love with him, your plug who would only give you weed if you let him fuck. But when you both started getting more serious, relationship wise you been getting everything free.
You couldn’t be blamed though, who would charge their own girlfriend for weed? Not Eren of course, he spoils you like a princess. His princess. His lil spoiled princess.
He grabs your waist and pulls you into him more, ignoring the pissed off expression and just engulfs you in a kiss. You couldn’t resist, you kissed him back pouring all your love into it.
“Go with me rennie, pleasee. You smoked without me, come to the library with me to make it up for me.” You pouted. Eren snickered and kissed your temple, rubbing the side of your waist up and down.
“Aight, could’ve jus made it up to you by fuckin you, but whatever floats your boat..” He mumbles and pulls his jacket over his torso.
You rolled your eyes and walked out of your dorm, Eren following you from behind. His arm wrapped around your shoulder, bringing you closer to his warmth as you both walked out of the dormitory.
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The library was crowded as you expected. Many others were studying for the upcoming exams, luckily for you, you knew a secluded area with two large book shelves covering it.
“it’s crowded here, let’s go back hm baby?” Eren pulled your hand that was engulfed with his, trying to take you out of the library.
Him being in a library was unusual for him. There were that strong book smell flooding the area, and a bunch of people rushing to grab a book they probably aren’t reading.
“No—no! I know an area, jus follow me babe.” You pulled him along towards the secluded area. There was no one in sight, which made you grin proudly.
“an empty area? fuckin nerd.. knowin all the secret areas in a library..” Eren mumbled and pulled a chair, sitting down and grabbing his phone from his pocket.
“Bitch? no, i just found this area the last time i studied here.” you defended yourself whilst picking out a book from the top shelf, going on your tippy toes. You got the book with no problem.
“No fuss, mama. Or ima fuck you in this library, on my soul.” He glared at you, watching as you walked towards him.
“Sorry rennie.” You took a seat on his lap, on one of his legs, knowing that you weren’t sorry at all.
He smirked, effortlessly sliding his hand under your shirt to run your back. It send chills down your spine, because of how col his hands actually were. You silently cursed to yourself, but ignored it as you were reading the book.
The both of you sat in silence, comfortable silence. With you studying, and Eren making deals with some clients on his phone, the area was only filled with your guys aura. It was a cute, comfortable, and not awkward.
When Eren accidentally bounced his leg upwards, your lower part of your body feels something electrical. It partly startled you, and it made you lose what you were reading on your book, making Eren apologize.
“Sorry mama, didn’t mean to move.” He uttered into your ear. The sounds of a few college students talking from across the large bookshelves covering you both coming into your senses. But it doesn’t distract you from the sudden heat your cunt is feeling.
You���re feeling needy, needy for Eren. You didn’t even know you started rolling your hips on Eren’s thigh. That was until you dropped your book from behind him, wrapping your arms around his neck harder.
“ohh, renniee.” You moaned lightly, you knew your underwear was beginning to get wet.
It caught Eren by surprise when you moaned out loud, then he noticed how you started rubbing your pussy against his thigh.
“This what you doin? Dirty girl, doing this in public?” Eren chuckled and placed his arms on your waist, guiding you to ride his thigh.
“need you s’bad rennie.” You mumbled.
Eren laughs, deep and low. you feel the rumbles of his chest through your chest since you were pressed against him. you've never felt so attracted to someone as much as you did right now.
Your motivation to study, and ace your exams switched to lust for your boyfriend. And man, he wasn’t backing down. He wanted to give you what you wanted, like the hood boyfriend he is. He pinches sharply at your waist, before dipping into your neck, pressing wet kisses up the length of it, lightly sucking to leave hickeys.
You placed your hands under his jaw when he pulled his head away from your neck. After leaving multiple hickeys. You pulled him into a kiss. Your lips sucking at his bottom lip making him softly grin at your actions. His hands were on your waist, moving and guiding your hips above his crotch. You felt his clothed budge under your crotch as well.
His hands that were roaming your bare legs lifted up the skirt you wear wearing, his cheeks were slightly red, from the slight movement you've been making that's gotten him hard under your touch.
“Y’just know how to get me hard, huh sweet girl?” You grinned and nodded, rubbing his arm up and down seductively.
Luckily the area was secluded, not many others knew about the area you both were in. So once Eren picked you up, and placed you on one of the counters you knew everything was going to go down. If someone were to walk in on you both, you were fucked.
"Let me see that dripping cunt." You whimpered and swallowed your breath before slowly parting your legs giving a slight glimpse of your clothed folds, that were soaked and glistening with your wetness. Eren thinks he's died and gone to heaven with this sight that was blessed for his eyes, and his eyes only. What made it even better was when he took off your underwear, stuffing it in his pocket.
Now he was able to see what he’s been wanting to see. His beautiful girl, and the meal she has waiting for him. Always.
“..‘m so lucky to be your boyfriend, sweets. Everyone in the worlds jealous of this sweet pussy. All for me.” He mumbled, massaging your thighs as you looked down at him in awe.
“Love you rennie,” You pulled him into a kiss, making your tongues roll against each other. After a few moments he pulled away, the both of your lightly breathing in extra air that was needed.
“Love you more, now you gon let me eat my pussy, princess?” He eyed your bare pussy, it was practically sobbing for him to touch it.
“Yes, baby please.” you begged.
“What do ya want me to do, hm?” He questioned, now teasing your opening with his finger.
“Please, eat me out rennie. Need it s’badd.” You whined, squeezing his upper bicep. Eren nodded your way and kissed your cheek, then he went in between your thighs. Placing a soft kiss before sucking on your clit. The most sensitive spot of course.
"Look at you," Eren smirked, pulling away from your heat and ghosting his fingertips over your pussy's lips with the other. "You're soaked, mama," He muttered.
Two fingers were inserted into Eren's mouth, covering them in saliva, and then pulled back down to slide between your folds. He abruptly put two digits inside, crooked them up, and sent a shockwave through your entire body.
He tittered, pulling out his fingers only to re-insert them into his mouth while swirling his tongue to taste your flavor. He continued to look at you while muttering softly between his fingers. His sneer was lewd as he slid them out.
"Eren—" You were cut off when Eren began swirling his tongue against your clit, holding your body firmly in place as you moved on the counter from the pleasure that has been given to you.
“Hm? what’s that, can’t hear you sweetheart.” Eren mumbled from between your thighs. You knew he wanted others to hear, it was another way of showing you off. If you could say it like that.
“S-Someone’s gonna hear, rennie, can’t..” You cried, making sure you weren’t too loud when you had a hand over your mouth.
“don’t give a fuck, if anyone hears. Y’want me to leave you on this counter unsatisfied?” Eren questioned.
You shook your head, tears brimming into your eyes and you continued to blabber out. The two feelings of insane pleasure, and anxiety of getting caught bubbles inside your chest.
“Fuck— no, Eren ‘m sorry..” You apologized, ruffling your hands into Erens hair. Gripping it for dear life as his tongue reached a sensitive spot in your gummy velvety walls.
You let out a loud wail, you were sure a few people could’ve heard. Your eyes widened as you covered your mouth as soon as possible, a few tears slipping out of your doe eyes.
“ohh, this the spot mama?” He continued to thrust his fingers inside of you, and suck you dry with his tongue. You nodded your head vigorously, desperate.
“yes! oh—fuck Rennie please!” You cried out, absolutely not caring anymore about others overhearing you both.
Erens jaw locks, and tightens. His tongue continues to lap over your folds as his fingers continue to abuse that one squishy area inside of you that was leaving you to sob. The lewd noises, from when Eren ate you out was a noise you’d never forget. Eren was the best at eating you out, you knew that. And now probably everyone in the library knew aswell.
When you let go of the bubble that was begging to be let out, and you orgasm, a moaned cry is released from your lips ,and you're trying so hard not to scream out any more as you're releasing your juices on Eren tongue. Your eyes widened as Eren continued to slurp your juices.
He kissed up at your body, stopping at your lips as he swirled his tongue around yours in a lewd manner. Occasionally you would moan into his mouth, as you were lolling your tongue into his.
It was almost like you were sucked off until you were dumb, because as of right now you almost forgot about how Eren ate you out as if his life depended on it.
He pulls his pants down, along with his boxers. His cock springs out, obviously rock hard. To your surprise it was harder than usual. He strokes his cock into his hands, eyeing you the whole time as your cunt gets wetter and wetter just from looking at his cock.
“I’m gonna have fun breaking this pussy, baby. Y’ready?” He aligned himself towards your body, rubbing his tip against your sopping wet entrance. The lewd noises of your cunt squelching can be heard from all around the room.
You nodded your head and grinned, kissing his cheek and brought him in closer. Signaling him to push his cock inside you.
Once he's fully inside he places his hand above your stomach to feel himself inside you. He feels his cock from inside of, a burning feeling of pride hitting his chest as he gropes one of your breasts from under your shirt.
You were suffocating his cock inside of you from your squeezing, it made him close his eyes for a slight second to adjust to your feeling.
“Ready, sweet girl?”
You nodded your head, wrapping your arms around his neck to bring him closer to you. That’s when he began rolling his hips against yours, you felt so full. This feeling, was amazing.
The way his cock moved inside of you, made loud wet sounds from all around the area. As his cock sinks into your swollen core, you begin sobbing. But the pleasure wasn’t unbearable, it was just overwhelming. Every time you fucked it felt like your first time.
“Let me hear you, my precious girl.” His voice fumbled from his chest, the more he pounded into you the more you itched closer to your orgasm.
“Eren.. you’re so deepp. W-Want it inside, please?!” You begged, and whined, through the tears that continued to flow down your face. Erens hands came up to your cheeks and wiped them off, then he want back to holding your hips still just so he could rut inside you again.
“y’want my cum? y’want me to fill that sweet pussy of yours mama?” He hums, his dick abusing that one spot in your pussy that continued to make you cry out.
“yes— yes! want you inside me forever. fuck.. your dicks so good!” you cried, kissing the palm that was cradling your cheek.
As his cock twitched inside of you, you knew he was close to cumming inside of you. He continued to bully your insides, which meant his tip hitting your cervix continuously.
As you orgasmed, a white ring appeared around Erens cock. But that didn’t stop him from thrusting into your creamy pussy in a inhuman pace. Once his thrusts got sloppy, spurts of cum filled your insides.
You placed both of your hands on Eren’s face, bringing him into a kiss as he continued to fill you up. You moaned in his mouth, your tongues tied together as you both sloppy kissed.
Eren continued to thrust inside of you, making sure all of his cum stays inside of you. When he pulls out, he makes sure to collect all the cum that was threatening to drop out back inside you.
“Don’t forgot to take a pill, when we go back to your dorm. Unless you want my baby.” Eren smirked and kissed your forehead.
“You’re too good for me mama.” He continued, wrapping his arms around your waist to hug you closer to him. His cock softening inside of you.
“I love you eren, love you s’much. Want your babies one day.” You slurred against his chest.
Eren chuckled. “You’ll get my babies one day, after we graduate. How does that sound?”
“exciting, can’t wait!” You exclaimed and hugged him tighter. Bringing your head up to look at his green orbs that were already looking at you.
“That’s my girl.” He kissed your forehead.
Before you both could say anything else, Erens phone buzzed on the counter. You looked at it confused and grabbed the phone, giving it to your boyfriend who looked stunned reading the message. Then he brought it to you just so you could read it.
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Jean
bruh, if you n y/n in the library i can hear you guys fucking. STFU WE TRYNA STUDY
Read 4:37 pm
Eren
nahh cuz ion rmbr asking😂😂
Read 4:38 pm
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Authors note: Happy 1 week of me postin on this app LMFAOO don’t mind any errors pls, i’ll fix it up when i get home from starbucks😓
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xfgpng · 9 months
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“𝐢’𝐦 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐨, 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐩”
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— : [nsfw ] fingering, unprotected sex, mentions of weed and alcohol, fluffy, fuckboy eren (kinda), getting together, pet names
— : wc : 1.4k
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it wasn’t like you weren’t aware of his reputation. everyone and their mother knew about eren yeager. he was messy and toxic and no one ever saw him with the same girl twice but he was just so fine and you liked to be messy yourself.
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you had a bad breakup and you were a firm believer in the whole “getting over someone, you’d need to get under someone” bullshit. it wasn’t a healthy mindset to have and you knew that, you weren’t in denial about any of it.
he was bad news and your friends had warned you to stay away. you were one of the few that never fell for his stupid grin or his flirtatious attitude. you weren’t that easy to please but that was the problem with a little bit of alcohol and a whole of of weed.
you weren’t planning on going out with your friends, while you enjoyed a good party like anyone your age, you stayed clear of frat boys and their parties.
the problem was that you felt a bit petty. your ex had cheated on you with a sorority girl that he swore he didn’t even know that well.
you blamed yourself for entertaining yet another fuckboy so really, the whole situation with eren couldn’t really be blamed on any substances you took. you were in your right mind which was more embarrassing than being drunk out your mind. you could not blame anyone but yourself and him and his stupid fucking laugh and god he really did sound hot even when he was laughing.
his car was parked right out front and you knew it was because he lived there.
stay away from frat boys
you recited it the entire day and the whole way there. he wasn’t even trying to get into your panties, at least not that you were aware of. he offered to keep you company while your friends were dancing and the next thing you knew, you were smoking his very expensive weed at the back of his black srt and you were weak for sports cars.
“you smell so fucking good” he had said, kissing your cheek and you didn’t push him away, you even leaned in closer and then you were sitting on his lap and he had his hands around your waist.
his eyes were the prettiest shade of green you’d ever seen and a little red rimmed and low did something to you and you couldn’t help but lean in when he moved closer to kiss you.
he was a good kisser, a great fucking kisser and you could understand why he had girls (and guys) falling at his feet. he knew what he was doing and you hated how smug he was.
“i thought you said you’d never let me hit?”
you should’ve left then. you could’ve went straight home because people were starting to leave but you let him lift your skirt up and push two of his very thick fingers into your pussy and if you weren’t so horny, you’d be embarrassed at how wet you were so fast.
just from kissing.
you wanted to hate him but you liked the way he kissed you and he made you feel good.
“fuck baby, you feel so good” he groans into your neck, fucking up into you as you bounce on his lap, “keep going, just like that”
you had never came that had in your life and you almost felt dizzy from it. apart of you wanted to blame the weed but it was him .. all him
you tried to tell yourself that this was just what he did and by the next day, he’d be onto the next because that’s what eren yeager did.
you couldn’t believe how wrong you were and even your best friend and roommate was shocked to see him the next day.
which leads you to your current problem.
“what are you doing here?” your friend raises her brow, not letting him into your apartment and you’ve always been grateful for how much she cared about you.
“i just came to see y/n” he shrugs, “i brought breakfast”
you widen your eyes and rush to fix your hair.
“for your friend too” eren adds before you can tell him you’re not interested. you were so interested and you were sure the man had dropped a rose quarts into your bag before he dropped you off because you couldn’t stop thinking about him at all.
“i’ll eat in my room” your friend offers, still suspicious of him but she knew you’d call her if you needed her.
“see you around” eren grins and it makes you scoff.
what did he mean by that?
“what are you doing here?” you ask, breaking the silence first.
“i wanted to check on you..” he sighs, “despite what people think, i’m not reckless and we got carried away last night”
you try not to think about it. you had made sure to take a plan b and drank enough red bull just in case. you’ve never done anything so stupid before, not even with your ex.
“i never do shit like that” he runs a hand through his hair, “i always wrap it up”
“if you’re worried about me trying to trap you, you can get the fuck out” you glare at him, “i already took a plan b”
“i didn’t even say that” he glares back, “i meant what i said”
“…”
“i came to see you” he says, looking as conflicted as you feel.
“why me?” you ask, knowing he never cared for any of his other … adventures.
“i.. don’t know” he admits, “is it really a bad thing though?”
“you tell me eren” you sigh
“would it be that bad if i wanted to take you out?” he asks, not looking up from his half empty cup of coffee
“eren, if you think you’re going to take me out, fuck me again and toss me aside when you’re bored, i’m not interested” you roll your eyes, “last night—”
“you regret it?” he looks up at you, “is that what it is?”
“don’t put words in my mouth” you scowl, “i was just going to say that we were both intoxicated”
“hardly” he shakes his head, “i like you”
“you like having sex with me”
“you want me to deny it?” he rolls his eyes, “of course i loved fucking you but that’s not what made me wake up at 6 am just to get you and your roommate breakfast knowing your friends don’t like me”
you raise a brow at him.
“word travels around campus fast y/n” he grins, “i’ve tried getting your number enough times to know how they feel about me”
“you never bothered to ask me” you grin. you hate that you feel butterflies in your stomach. he’s been around, it wasn’t anything special that he asked about you. you were sure he did that to everyone he messed around with.
“you know you’re intimidating and i wasn’t ready to be slapped across the face in front of everyone” he shrugs, “i already have a bad reputation, can’t have them thinking you don’t like me”
it wasn’t like you weren’t popular on your own. people tended to gravitate towards you because of how friendly you were and it didn’t hurt that you were extremely hot.
you could think of a million reasons why it was a bad idea but you also didn’t care about any of them. you were certain you’d never get dicked down by anyone the way he fucked you and you had your priorities in check.
even if he was just saying anything to sleep with you again, it was harmless fun.
“let me take you out” he offers, “on a real date”
“have you ever been on one before?” you can’t help but ask, smirking when he frowns.
“no but there’s a first time for everything” he says, “stop making me out to be a bad guy y/n, you have sex too and i never promised anyone anything more than that so call me all the names you want, i didn’t lie”
you didn’t want to admit that he was right. he didn’t have any obligations to anyone and it really wasn’t his fault that people caught feelings for him when he didn’t give them any indications that he’d be interested after the sex.
“.. fine” you say, reaching for your own coffee that’s already gone cold, “don’t make me regret it”
“you have my word baby” he smirks, “it’ll be the best date you’ve ever been on”
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sexlapis · 2 years
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——— DESIRE
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♡ : eren jaeger x female! reader
ᨳ  ࣪ . cw : ns4w, dom! eren, sub! reader, eren is a lil mean but not that much :), HEAVY edging -> edging for over a month ♡, squirting, overstimulation, subspace, sex toys, mentions of oral sex, nipple play, spanking, restraints, pussy slapping, ass play & fingering, profanity
ᨳ  ࣪ . wc : 2.9k
. synopsis : you haven’t cum in over a month…but its only what you asked for…
ᨳ  ࣪ . minors, no age & blank blogs DNI
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it’s been over a month since you last orgasmed and you were becoming so, so desperate for release. desire ran through your veins, hot and overwhelming, constantly reminding you of the relief you had yet to experience.
but it’s not exactly eren’s fault per say.
for context, you and eren’s sex life has always been exciting. eren was an experimentalist, always wanting to try new things, especially with you. anything he or yourself suggested, you were both willing to try it. restraints, spanking, overstimulation, shibari, femdom you name it. eren wanted to try them all and you were more than happy to fulfill his wishes, as was he, with his wild eyes and bratty smirk.
but one of your favourite things to experience during sex was to be edged. you loved it so much. it was something about the desperation, the want to climax so badly but you can’t receive, the desperation… all made it so appealing and hot to you. whether eren fingering your wet cunny, running his fingers through your soft folds or holding a vibrating wand to your overused clit, eren knew exactly how to drive you crazy and leave you begging.
he brings up the topic while he’s edging you.
“oh, fuck, eren.” you groan out. you’re eagle spread across his lap, breathless as eren holds a little vibrator to your clit on the second highest setting. big, tanned hands prevent you from bucking your hips too much. only eren is in charge of your pleasure. in charge of your pussy. hell, even in charge of the air you breathe. you’d allow it all.
“yeah? you like that, baby?” he laughs gently when you nod your head frantically. “of course you do…my baby just can’t get enough, can she?”
drawn out whines pour out of your glossy mouth at his words. he gets such a kick out of torturing you like this. it gets eren off, seeing you lost in the pleasure that he’s giving you. nothing compares to that feeling.
all your body shakes you lift your hips slightly off his lap, pussy clenching and belly hot before he removes the vibrator from you completely.
you whine, huff and pout at the loss, even though it is exactly what you want. it felt so good, you were on cloud nine. eren chuckles at you before licking his lips as his demeanour becomes genuine.
“hey,” he begins. you look up at him, blinking so your eyes would focus. eren smiles, bringing a hand up to stroke your cheek with his thumb before continuing. “how would you like to try cumming, like…you know…touching your clit and stuff?”
you furrow your brow. “huh? what'd you mean?”
eren glances away and sighs, cheeks a little red almost looking…embarrassed?
“what i mean is..” eren pauses as he tries to find the correct words, “that we should see if you can cum without touching your clit, you know. see if you can do it with just..penetration…or just anything besides your clit.”
your mouth falls open in an ‘o’ as you ponder on his words. an orgasm through penetration alone. you have never had one of those before. your clit had always needed to be stimulated in order to cum, even before you met eren. you don’t know if you could even cum without touching your clit.
then you wonder…you wonder how good it would feel to cum from just having something inside of you. you know it would probably take a while for it to happen, so the longer without cumming, the better the orgasm would feel, right? it’s really no different from edging realistically. thinking of all the possibilities and outcomes of the situation makes you feel hotter than you already were. you sigh.
“you don’t have to answer right now, baby,” he whispers as if he can hear the gears ticking in your little head. “let’s wait until you’re in a straighter frame of mind, then we can talk about it. as for now…”
he smirks as he brings the wand back to your clit and you jump at the sudden action before you fall apart.
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that was the last time you came. the day after, you and eren had discussed what he had mentioned the day prior. cumming without clitoral stimulation. and you agreed. eren tried to hide his satisfaction at your agreement but failed miserably. he was beaming. he was going to have to have so much fun with you.
eren sets two rules. the first one being, of course, no touching your clit no matter what. if you touch it or try to get any stimulation, then you get a spanking and you have to start all over again. you wouldn’t want that, now would you?
the second one is the red, yellow, green system. red for stop, yellow for wait or a break and green for good. if eren sees you in any pain or sadness then he will stop and that is that. he doesn’t want you forgoing your own comfortability because you want to please him. eren wants you to be having fun and enjoying yourself along with him.
it had been a week and you already felt like folding.
on your hands and knees you were, on the silk sheets of your bed, a vibrator in your hot cunt and a gem, heart-shaped plug in your ass. you were positively going crazy.
you stare at the ceiling, eyes unfocused as you try to buck your hips back, as if the vibrating dildo could go any deeper. you whine and fall onto your stomach, attempting to grind onto the sheets. you feel a sharp sting on one of your asscheeks.
eren tuts. “what did i say, puppy?” questions eren in a mocking, high-pitched fashion. “i said no touching that fucking clit, didn’t i? don’t make me have to punish you. try that again and this all ends right now.”
gasping, you shake your head frantically no no no. you don’t want that. you don’t want to disappoint him after only a week. that would be so pathetic.
“that’s what i thought.” eren presses a kiss to your forehead before grabbing a hold of the dildo and pulling it out completely.
“eren!” you cry out, dismayed. “eren put it back!-”
“sh, shh shh.” eren coos, laying beside you on his elbow, one hand rubbing over your sweaty lower back. you nuzzle your face into his cheek and wiggle your hips desperately. “remember, we can stop whenever, alright? we don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. you’re in control, sweetie.”
biting your lip, you look up at your boyfriend, getting slightly teary eyed at how kind he is and how overwhelmed you are. he smiles at you gently, patiently waiting for your answer.
you want to come so bad. there’s nothing you want more at this moment of time. to reach your peak and just end it right here. but then you think about how amazing it will feel when you do cum, when you reach your peak successfully and at how proud eren would be and how much he would praise you.
you finally shake your head. “nu-uh. no. i can do it.”
eren smiles, pretty eyes crinkling. “good girl. you’ll feel so good when it happens, baby. i promise.”
then he’s behind you, guiding your head to the mattress and easing his fat cock into you. you both moan at the contact, relief flowing through as you finally have something filling you up. eren doesn’t wait to start up at a quick pace. the wet pap pap pap sounds fill the air, you almost feel ashamed at how soaked you are. almost.
eren grips onto your ass as he thrusts, watching it jiggle against his narrow hips. you grip the sheets and meet him thrust for thrust, so close but yet still so far. you sob as his hips stutter and his cum fills you up, pumping you nice and full.
you pout as eren pulls out. he slaps your ass before pulling your cheeks apart to watch his cum leak down your cunny. satisfied, he crawls to your side and places kisses all over you face. you scrunch your face as his hair tickles your face.
“maybe we’ll get there next time, ____.”
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you in fact, do not get there next time. or the time after that. or the next time after. or the time after that.
you think you’ve both tried everything in the book yet none of it has brought you to your climax.
you tried having eren simply spank you with a crop, hitting gently all over your ass until it was red. you had him play with only your nipples, putting clamps on them, even vibrators. he fingered you, ate you out, careful to avoid your clit completely (despite how much you tried to use your thighs to drag him closer). eren slapped your cunt, made you suck him off to see if the desperation was enough for you, restrained you, played with your asshole with the plug.
yet no success.
the way eren spoke to you didn’t help either. his kind words mixed with slight condensation and degradation had you going insane, his soft coos of “you can do it, puppy, you’re almost there”, “just a little more..c’mon baby, i can feel you…you want it so bad huh”, “do it f’r me, honey, that’ssit…” had you whining and shaking.
you were dying at this point. your poor self had never felt like this in your life. always begging and desperate. want flowing through your veins all the time. feeling like you were in heat like some kind of animal. you felt like pouting everytime eren teased you about how desperate you looked, giving you a warning glance whenever your hand even tried to go near your deprived clit. smirking at you in the shower when you washed down there. you forgot what it even was like to cum.
you’re both on the couch when eren decides he wants to fuck.
eren was cuddling you on the leather couch, blanket thrown over the both of you as you watched TV. you’re laughing at something in the show then you feel eren’s big hand creep up your shirt and grab your soft breast.
just as you felt your desperation had settled, eren always made you want so much more.
you deteriorate as eren tweaks your nipple with his thumb and index finger, flinging your shorts off your legs and onto the floor. eren laughs as if he doesn’t have a raging erection himself. he pulls his sweatpants and boxers down to his knees, his long, hard length making itself known.
facing the end of the couch and grabbing the armrest, you remove your shirt, leaving you completely bare. you’re on your knees, legs closed together as you look over your shoulder. eren’s spitting on his dick, rubbing it all over, getting it nice and wet for you. he meets your gaze and grins.
“i was just getting myself ready for you,” he says, “but i don’t think you need that, do you honey?”
eren’s fingers go to your folds, running them through your outer walls. you groan. you’re just always wet nowadays. you can’t help it. you try to fuck yourself on his long, calloused fingers and he’s pulling away.
“so fucking desperate, huh? fuck..”
eren grabs your hip tightly to stop you from wriggling around and runs his cock tip over your pussy teasingly, sliding his cock into you smoothly before you start begging.
your mouth falls open and you shake. you feel so full this time. it’s a different feeling from any previous times you’ve had. and it gets stronger as eren starts to thrust into you. you whimper loudly as you feel him in your stomach, making you gasp, laying your forehead on the armrest. eren moans quietly, hands caressing you back softly.
“that feel good? yeah? mhm, i bet it does…feel so fuckin’ full right now, ain’t that right? shh, shh, angel, i know, i know..” he croons, his last words in response to your particularly loud wail.
shit. you feel something in your stomach. something taut. something hot. something almost unbearable. after so long of not feeling like anything was enough, you finally feel like you could be able to feel something. you gasp.
“fuck!” you shout and you’re fucking yourself back onto his cock rapidly, loud slaps echoing around you. you start to shake. “oh my god. oh my goddddddd! eren don’t stop, ‘h my god don’t stop, please please please.”
eren almost cums at how fucking hot you sound, his hands grabbing onto your shoulders as he fucks into you, harder now.
“do you wanna cum? i know you want to, puppy. just do it for me. fucking cum for me.”
“i’m trying! hnnggggg…” sobbing, you cross your ankles over themselves, making it a tighter fit for eren. you can feel his thick balls repeatedly hitting the back of your cunt, the feeling making you lose all sanity. your eyes are rolled back into the back of your head, your pretty lips wet, your open mouth drooling all over the couch and tears running down your face. you were a sight to behold. reaching your hand back you grab onto eren’s hip as a feeling of relief starts to overwhelm you.
“eren! fuck eren! holy fuck! oh my god, pull out! pull out!” you call out, almost panicking. “mmm…i’m gonna pee! ‘m gonna make a mess! stop, stop ohmygod!”
you don’t even know what you're saying at this point. you’re simply babbling out barely coherent words and sentences. you use your hands to push at eren’s torso, half-heartedly trying to pry him off, but he doesn’t stop. he just keeps going, thrusting into you like a mad man almost. the squelching sounds of your cunt would’ve humiliated you if you were in the right frame of mind, but all you could think of was your need to cum.
eren, on the other hand, is excited. he can tell what’s about to happen and it’s almost makes him antsy to see it.
your body moves with each one of his rough fucks, body sweaty and you’re panting, you’re so out of it, mind so hazy as you fall into a space you’ve never been before.
you squeal, hands trying to grip onto something frantically, your wet body quivering as you gush all over yourself, eren and the couch below you, sobbing and wailing throughout. lighting strikes earth as you reach your long awaited climax. wails, whimpers and moans flow out of you, your mind shattered from everything you’re feeling at this moment. you pussy keeps squirting and you’re unable to stop it. you’re literally tingling. you’re gasping as eren praises and fucks you through the strongest and longest orgasm you’ve ever had.
“shit. that’s it puppy…” he grabs your neck and tilts your head back to him, making your arch deeper and looking into your tear filled eyes and at your wet face. “good girl, good fucking girl. keep going, baby…don’t have to think about anything else, just feel good for me.”
weaker spurts leave your poor cunny as you lose yourself in eren’s green eyes, mouth gaping, your hands gripping onto his wrists to try and bring yourself to earth. you unintentionally clench and unclench around him, your walls so sensitive from this orgasm.his thrusts are softer now, slower as he takes you through your intense high. once, twice, thrice and he’s painting your insides white with a drawn out groan, giving a few more hard thrusts before he slows to a halt.
you fall face first onto the couch, speechless, still trembling, trying to come down. your mind is still blank and you feel overwhelmed.
god. you had never felt that before. you’re so happy you didn’t give up. it did feel wonderful. and the afterglow was so much.
eren falls beside you and cradles you into his chest, kissing the top of your head, kissing your face, neck, nose, everything.
“oh, baby,” he sighs, “i knew you could do it. you did amazing. i’m so proud of you. i love you.”
you nod and whine, basking in the compliments. eren doesn’t stop praising you, he keeps going, you’re fucked out mind barely even processing what he’s saying. the feeling of receiving his praise on top of the outstanding climax along with the afterglow was pure happiness. if you could feel like this every time you were edged, you would edge yourself every single day. you loved this feeling.
eren could tell you were in a different headspace from your non-existent replies, you simply hummed, nodded and giggled. eren was coaxing you out of it gently, asking you if you were okay and if you needed anything, getting you some water and cleaning you up with some tissues.
“hmmm…wanna do it again.” you admit. “i loved it so much..you treated me..so good..let’s do it again.”
“not so fast uh. you practically braindead right now, sweetheart.” eren tells you. you hide your face in his neck, now shy again. he’s happy with how you feel though. he hums, amused, and rests his forehead on yours.
you could feel yourself getting sleepy, blinking slowly and body getting weaker than it already was.
“go to sleep, ____. i’ll wake you up in a few minutes to get you cleaned up, okay. leave everything to me.”
that was enough to make you pass out, your cheek squished against eren’s big chest. he smiles at you, gaze soft as he places a kiss on top of your head.
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a/n : i’m actually pleased with how this turned out…i don’t usually write one shots this long so good for me ♡
♡ thirsts are open be as horny as u want in my inbox✅
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chrollohearttags · 10 months
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Musician!eren when you try to fake a orgasm with him
oooooh I’m so glad I scrolled back through my inbox and found this gem because ohhhh boy! 🤭 lemme tell you…I hope y’all never get tired of me writing about him because I don’t think I can.
cw: rough (lowkey angry) sex because mean eren makes me feral :(, slapping, fingering, choking, spit play, slight degradation and name calling, squirting
if it’s one thing that eren knows better than anything on this earth, even more so than music, it’s his girl’s body. Every inch, crevice, corner and curve on that beautiful frame of yours is imbedded in his brain; akin to that of the keys he presses daily. It’s like second nature to him. He knew everything that made you tick, turned you on and even what drove you mad with lust for him. So one night, when the two of you are going hot and heavy after a rather intense argument, you find out just how true that sentiment is…
“Alrighttt, fuck! You win, baby. I’m sorry—“
a seemingly helpless plea escaping your mouth as you lie flat on your back..gazing up at your boyfriend with fluttering eyes and breathy moans. You clawing ferociously at his sweat glistened, steel hard abs; a result of his new workout regimen as to prepare for his upcoming tour. Even your legs began to tremble as they hooked around his waist and your heels cling to his lower back, along with your nails clawing into his tattooed skin. His dick swollen inside of your tightness. All synonymous with the fact that you just came extremely hard for him…except, there was just one tiny problem:
“Oh trust me, princess…you’re not sorry. Not yet at least..”
the very ominous statement leaving his lips with a wide grin, which could not have spelled good news for you in the slightest. Because the truth was, he knew better than that. He knew better than to trust your little performance because he could feel firsthand that you hadn’t truly experienced the mind numbing orgasm you were trying so desperately to portray. It wasn’t for a lack of his skill, no. It had everything to do with the fact that earlier, only a few hours prior, the two of you were in a rather heated argument about a particular photographer you had worked with for a shoot and how he wanted you nowhere near the guy. It came off as controlling but it was for your own good. Even so, you were both still angry; him for your bratty attitude and you because of his brash way of expressing himself..and the only way to absolve all of said anger was to fuck it out of one another! Not too long after, you found yourselves tearing one another out your clothes, scattering them on the staircase as he fucked you against it with a hoisted leg on the railing. To getting your throat fucked on the balcony overlooking the living room and downstairs. Leaving you a sloppy mess. But that wasn’t enough for Eren..not by a long shot. He couldn’t let up until you were unable to move at all. However, you weren’t going to give him that satisfaction. Or so you thought!
“Wait, what do you—“
“You must think I’m fucking stupid or something..what? You didn’t think I felt that shit? You’re holding out on me, baby. Don’t play dumb.”
it seemed that he had caught you red handed..faking an orgasm. Clamping down to keep from coming undone. But if he had any say in it, you were going to unravel those tight bundle of nerves and make the mess he so desperately craved. With a firm grip around your throat and your back pressed firmly to the headboard as he forced you upright..keeping that head straight and pretty eyes on him, Eren then shoved his fingers roughly into your mouth, causing you to gag up an enormous trail of saliva in the process.  “Because if you had actually came for me like I told you to..” with that bodily fluid dribbling down your stomach, tits and to your throbbing clit, he’d begin to massage it in before shoving two digits in replacement of his thick cock. Your punishment for not appreciating it! “I’d be soaking wet right now. But since you wanna be a stubborn lil’ bitch..I got something for you.” A promise more so than a threat but you knew you were in for it now. Sometimes, it felt as if he knew you better than yourself and he wasn’t much in the way of having you try and bruise his ego tonight. Especially when it was so painfully obvious that you were just dying to release. With those fingers still housed inside of you, he’d use his others to mark your cheek with slaps. Making sure you’re keeping your gaze fixated on him and him alone. By now, you had began heaving, unable to pretend any longer that you felt no pleasure. That frothy, milk colored cream being the tell all factor that you were close. “Look at you now, trying to ride my fucking fingers to get off…just for that shit, you hold it in and don’t come until I say so.” And it was at this point, you began to tense up and flail around. That’s when he’d grasp your throat again..causing you to gasp for air and beg for a release. But to no avail and he’d shove you back down, still flailing around in an attempt to take his fingers to the hilt and stretch your cunt open but he wasn’t going to make it that easy. When you began to whimper and beg, telling him how you were really about to come, all he did was laugh in response.
“Oh now you want to do it? You wanna squirt all over my fingers? Hmm?”
“Yes, daddy! Please!..”
“And you’ll listen when I tell your ass to do something, right?”
not breaking his stride once while he coaxed those answers out of you and those juices out of your body. Pressing a firm hand to your tummy, Eren rapidly fingered you until that pretty little pussy began to spasm and he knew you were physically incapable of holding back and that’s when he’d stroke your clit to make it all the more intense and impossible to hold out. So once those digits were removed..
“Oh my God!..fuck..”
that shower of squirt was extracted with it, splattering his chest and stomach, just as he wanted! But you didn’t get a moment’s break with him. Amid your orgasm, he’d grip his cock at the base; smacking it against those very sensitive and clammy folds, right before pushing himself in to the halfway point..filling you to the brim.
“Now let’s try that shit again and this time..none of that bullshit, alright? Nut on this dick for real..”
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daisynik7 · 7 months
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OMG I love your party idea it's so cool!! how about "slow down baby" by Christina Aguilar for Eren Yeager 💓💓 one of my favs
Slow Down Baby
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Slow down baby and don't act crazy, don't you know you can look all you want but you just can't touch
Pairing: Eren Jaeger x f!reader
Rating: Explicit – MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
Word Count: ~2.4k
cw: modern-day au, mutual masturbation, voyeurism, implications of cheating, cheating, sex toy use (vibrator), dirty talk, pet names (good girl, princess)
Summary: Your boyfriend Jean is working late again, and you can’t help but be suspicious that there’s something nefarious happening behind your back. Pent up from not seeing him this whole week, you take this alone time to treat yourself to some much-needed self-care. 
Eren Jaeger knows that his friend is cheating on you, and he hates it. You don’t deserve it, not one bit. When Jean asks him to do a favor to try to cover up his infidelity, Eren seriously considers telling you the truth, ultimately deciding against it because of “bro code”. But what happens when he walks in on you taking all your sexual frustrations out on a little toy? Can he really keep his mouth shut?
Author’s Note: Thank you for this request @shepnicolo! Love me some Xtina, great song for the y2k karaoke party! This was a fun one for me, so I hope you like it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Likes, reblogs, and/or comments are always appreciated, thank you for reading everyone! MDNI banner designed by @/cafekitsune. Header image from Pinterest.
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“Hey babe. Sorry, but I’m going to be at work late again tonight.” It’s already past nine in the evening when Jean calls you, informing you of this last-minute change of plans.
“Again?” He’s had overtime every day since last week. He’s also been leaving early in the mornings so by the time you wake up, he’s gone. It feels like you’ve barely seen him at all. “How about dinner?”
“Yeah, yeah. I already ate.” There’s shuffling in the background. And maybe it’s just your paranoia, but you swear you hear a woman giggling quietly beside him.
You swallow hard, asking, “Is someone with you?”
“Huh?” His tone shifts, as if you’re asking the most ridiculous question. “What do you mean?”
Immediately regretting it, you rephrase, not wanting to sound accusatory. “I was just wondering if anyone else is working overtime with you. That’s all. Didn’t want you to be lonely there.” The last statement is a lie; you sincerely hope he’s alone and not doing what you’re suspicious of.
He clears his throat nervously. “Oh. Well, yeah, there are a few people here with me, so you have nothing to worry about.” 
Too late for that, you think, listening carefully for any more clues. When you can’t hear anything else, you sigh into the phone. “Okay, sweetie. I’ll see you later then.” You wait for him to respond, but he doesn’t. Quickly, you add, “I love you – ” 
He hangs up before you can get it out completely. 
Jean had been pulling away from you for a while now. It didn’t just start with the overtime. It began over a month ago, when you noticed how glued to the phone he was while the two of you watched TV together. When you asked who he was texting, he answered, “It’s my new coworker. She’s asking some questions about work.” At the time, it didn’t raise any alarms in your head, so you dropped it. Every day, he was immersed to the screen, sometimes excusing himself to take a call outside on your balcony. You resisted every urge, every temptation to eavesdrop on his conversations, look through his text messages, interrogate him further. 
You continue to give him the benefit of the doubt. There’s no way Jean would ever cheat on you. While you haven’t been together for that long, you like to think that you know him well enough to be sure he’s a faithful boyfriend. You don’t even have proof of his infidelity. It would be unfair to accuse him of such atrocities over some silly speculation, right?
Since he’s been in the office late this entire week, the two of you haven’t had sex in what seems like forever. Pent up and frustrated, you take this time to care for yourself, since Jean’s not around to do it. It starts with a serving of your favorite dessert, then a warm bath, soothing the tense muscles in your body. You surround yourself in a comfy robe, brushing your teeth with the full intention of falling asleep as soon as you do the one thing you need to make yourself feel better tonight. 
With all the lights off, except for the dim glow of the lampshade on the nightstand, you snuggle into your bed, untying the robe so it’s splayed beneath you. Inside the drawer, you retrieve your favorite vibrator and a small bottle of lube, pouring a tiny bead on the tip. Spreading your legs wide, you smear it on yourself. Using your free hand, you navigate to your favorite dirty audio, playing it out loud. 
~~~
Eren hates this. Absolutely hates it. 
He’s driving towards your apartment with a set of keys in his pocket and a bouquet of roses sitting in the passenger seat. All because your friend is a piece of shit. 
Eren’s known for a while now that Jean is cheating on you. It started with a not-so-subtle comment in the group chat. My new coworker is fucking hot. That alone disgusted him. Connie, of course, laughed it off. Armin didn’t say anything, probably unsure how to respond at such a statement. It only went downhill from there. 
She’s got the best body omg.
 I’m in trouble now.
This is bad guys lol. 
Don’t tell the girls okay? 
Jean has always rubbed Eren the wrong way, ever since they were kids. But at least he respected him. Now, not so much. Not at all, actually. You don’t deserve this, not one bit. No one does, but especially you. And maybe the reason he can’t completely berate Jean is because Eren’s harboring a secret of his own: He’s head-over-heels for you. 
Of course, he’s never acted on it. Bro code, right? Thou shall not hook up with another bro’s girl, or whatever the unofficial rule is. But what if said bro is acting like a total asshole? And what if this bro would treat you the way you deserve and more? Then what?
It’s because of this stupid code that he finds himself in the most ridiculous, aggravating situation. Earlier in the night, Jean texted the group chat. SOS SOS SOS. Armin and Connie were both busy, so didn’t respond, leaving Eren to answer the cry for help.
Jean explains it quickly through the phone, voice all panicky and guilty. “Dude, I need you to do me the hugest favor right now. I would you owe big time if you could help me out.” Basically, he needs Eren to buy a big bouquet of roses and deliver them to your apartment, where you can see them first thing in the morning. 
“Why?” he asks, irritated by this request.
“I think she’s suspicious. So I need to do something to throw her off the scent,” he explains. Eren can already see the cocky, shit-eating grin on his face. Why is he friends with this douchebag? And why did he agree to do this? He’s complicit in this mess now, not only for keeping his friend’s infidelity a secret, but for helping him continue it. He wants so badly to tell you the truth so you can escape this relationship. At the same time, he’s supposed to have his friend’s back no matter what, even if he is being a massive prick. 
So, he decides to help his buddy out, no matter how much it’s killing him. He meets Jean at an unknown address, most likely his side chick’s place. “Dude, seriously. I owe you one,” he says, patting him on the shoulder.
Eren nods silently, not wanting to speak in case he lets his true feelings slip. Jean hands him the spare keys to your apartment. “Just sneak in and set the flowers on the kitchen counter. She won’t suspect a thing.” It takes all of Eren’s willpower not to punch him in the face, so he quickly turns around to get into his car and drive off. 
It’s almost midnight by the time he arrives to your apartment. Surely, you’re asleep by now, still completely unaware that your bastard boyfriend is cheating on you. Still, he shouldn’t meddle in your relationship, even though he wants what’s best for you, which is not Jean.
He unlocks the door quietly, tip-toeing into the kitchen to set the flowers down, as instructed. He notices your bedroom door is ajar, a faint streak of light coming from the inside, and the undeniable sounds of a man growling expletives like, Come for me, slut. Yeah, give it all to me.
His eyes widen, surprised that you’re still awake, even more so that you’re listening to something like this. Curiosity gets the best of him; he stealthily makes his way beside your door, peering through the tiny opening to get a glimpse of you. 
You’re laid out on the bed, bare and exposed, gripping a vibrator to your pussy. The sight alone is enough to put him into a frenzy. Hearing your soft whimpers from your mouth along with the electric buzz from the toy fluttering on your clit sends him into a trance that he can’t snap out of. Before he can think logically, he’s pushing against the door, making his presence known. 
~~~
“Eren!” You sit up in bed, flinging the toy off to the side, covering yourself with your robe. “What are you doing here?”
He stands before you, a crazed look in his eyes, an obvious bulge protruding from his pants. He stutters, “I’m sorry.”
“What are you doing here?” you repeat, glaring at him. 
His mouth is agape, unable to get the words out. You’re losing patience, watching him struggle to explain why he’s here, inside your home, watching you masturbate. You grab your phone, making sure to exit out of whatever filthy audio that’s still playing, fingers ready to dial your boyfriend’s number when he blurts out, “Jean is cheating on you.”
You freeze on the spot, heart sinking from having your worst fear confirmed. 
“I’m sorry,” he murmurs, staring down at his feet. “I’m so sorry.”
There are no tears in your eyes, surprisingly. Instead, your throat is heavy with emotion as you repeat for a third time, “So, what are you doing here?”
Still avoiding your gaze, he answers, “Jean thought you were catching on to him, so he asked me to bring you flowers to throw you off.” 
You can’t help but laugh, shaking your head. “Unbelievable.” Crossing your arms over your chest, you ask, “How long have you known about it?”
“A few weeks.” He looks up at you, saying your name this time. “I’m sorry you had to find out like this.”
After a deep breath, you sigh, relaxing against the headboard. “I’m sorry you’re involved in it.” You smile at him. “And I’m sorry you had to see me…you know.” Embarrassment catches up to you, heat rushing into your cheeks, aware that you’ve just been caught touching yourself with your vibrator, which is still in plain view beside you. 
He steps forward, inching closer towards the end of the bed. “Don’t apologize. You didn’t do anything wrong. Jean is a fucking asshole. You don’t deserve this.”
“What do I deserve, Eren?” You peer at him, tears welling in your eyes now, desperate for any ounce of comfort he can give to you in this moment. 
He sits near you on the edge of the bed, keeping his distance. “You deserve to be loved by someone who’s always going to treat you right. Someone who’s going to love you from head to toe.” 
“Someone like you?”
A gentle smile forms on his face. “Yeah. Someone like me.”
No matter how badly you want to close the distance between you, want to feel the love he says he can give to you, guilt holds you back. Sensing your hesitation, he scooches nearer. “Let me help you. Tell me what you want.”
Eren has always been sweet to you. Too sweet, in fact. You’ve always gotten the sense that he cares more for you than he lets on. And maybe it’s because you’re hurt right now, fragile, heartbroken, even a little scornful towards Jean. Whatever it is, it makes you realize you’ve been too busy with the wrong man to notice the right one has been here all along. However, two wrongs don’t make a right. Even with the confirmation of Jean’s adulterous behavior, you’re still his girlfriend until you officially end it, which will be soon. 
In the meantime, you manage to come up with something you can do to take advantage of this moment. 
You let go of your robe, letting it fall to your sides, displaying your nude body to him, arousal wet between your legs from earlier. He watches you carefully, cock straining against his sweatpants, breathing heavily.
“I’m not a cheater like Jean,” you mutter, spreading yourself wider, showing off your glistening cunt.
“I know you’re not,” he whispers, scooting forward, hand drifting to his lap.
Reaching for your vibrator, maintaining your gaze on him, you say, “I’m a good girl.” 
He swallows hard, palming his erection through the fabric. “Fuck. You’re a good girl. Such a good girl.”
“You can look, but you can’t touch. Understand?” Your finger hovers over the button, tip pressed to your throbbing clit.  
He nods erratically, licking his lips. “Yes.”
“Good,” you smirk, turning the toy on, ready to give him a show. “Tell me all the things you want to do to me.”
He shoves his boxers down, cock sprung stiff against his abdomen, the slit shiny with precum, veins bulging on his shaft. It’s the prettiest cock you’ve ever seen, better than what’s-his-face by a longshot, though you might be biased now, given the circumstances. Eren wraps his fist around it, jerking himself off while he watches you tease the tip on your swollen bud. “I want to fuck you into this mattress,” he moans. “Pound this pussy until we break the bed.”
“Yeah?” you purr, pressing the fluttering tip deeper into your clit. “What else?”
“Want to bounce you on this cock, watch you cream all over me,” he huffs, stroking himself faster. “God, this is hot. So fucking hot.”
Pleasure ripples through your body, toes curled from the sensation, so close to your climax with his soothing voice spitting his nasty fantasies at you. “I wish you could fuck me right now,” you confess, limbs quivering from ecstasy, pussy fluttering around nothing, aching to be filled. 
“Me too, princess. Me too. But you’re a good girl. And good girls don’t cheat.” He readjusts himself onto the bed, kneeling in front of you, stroking his hard dick. “I can give you this cum, though. That’s not cheating, right?”
You blindly agree with him, approaching your climax. “Yeah, give it to me. Give it to me, Eren.”
He swears loudly, shooting his load onto you, spilling over your clit, dripping down your pussy. “Fuck,” he groans, marveling at how pretty you look covered in his seed. 
You smile at him, relaxing against your pillows, dipping the tip of your vibrator in his mess. His mouth hangs open, eyes half lidded, watching as you stuff it inside your cunt. 
“Holy fuck,” he whispers, stroking his cock again, eyes fixated on your pussy. 
Do technicalities even matter anymore? All you know is that you want to be loved from head to toe by Eren Jaeger. You set aside the toy, sitting up to close the gap between you, pressing your lips to his. He hesitates before deepening the kiss, tongue slipping inside your mouth, sloppy and eager for more.
When you break apart to catch your breaths, he leans his forehead against yours, whispering, “Are you going to be a bad girl now and take this cock?”
Grinning, you nod, pulling him in for another kiss. 
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