DESIRE

——— DESIRE

♡ : 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…

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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.

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 arrow 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, ____.”

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.

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✅

AN IDEA

.. ⥊ pairing . . . eren jaeger x reader

.. ⥊ warnings . . . fem!reader / car sex / friends with benefits / praise / squirting / creampie / slight anal ( fem.receiving ) / pet name usage ( ex. baby ) / sex in public mentioned ( flashback ) / drug usage ( ex. weed )

.. ⥊ word count . . . 2.2k

.. ⥊ a.n . . . title inspired by this song i had on repeat while writing this. eren and reader are implied sophomores in college. i wrote this cuz i miss eren. minors do not interact! feedback & reblogs are appreciated!

“slow down.”

he has to hate you . . . he has to — that’s the only rational explanation that makes sense to why he keeps doing this to you. red-rimmed, jade green glows bright beneath low eyelids. your lips are parted to allow yourself to drag in little puffs of air; it tastes like heat with a sharp zing of zesty, cherry laced kush.

“hey,” eren’s grabbing you by the chin with one, big, rough-skinned hand to gather all of your undivided attention back on him. “come back to me,” his voice is just underneath an utter; it’s always had a certain effect on you, no matter how many times you fight to convince yourself that it doesn’t.

how easy it is for you to just give yourself to him, still, after so long scares you . . . in a good way. it’s been eight months — the longest ‘relationship’ you’ve maintained with someone who was not a particular close friend nor family member.

in a way, this . . . thing you have going on with eren is as much confusing as it is exhilarating. you both have gone to the same schools since elementary, however, you never really spoke to one another. for years you’ve had your own friend group and he’s had his — occasionally, if you shared the same classes, he’d ask for a pencil or try to get you to sneak an answer to him during a pop quiz, but that was really all the interaction you had with him. it wasn’t until eight months ago, at a sororities’ valentine’s day party that the dynamic between you both switched into something a little more.

you’ll admit, yes, you were faded off of your ass and coincidentally, eren was too. stumbling into the bathroom to do your hourly mirror check to confirm you were even alive ended up with you stumbling right into eren who had been taking a piss. what had arose from simple small talk had somehow led to lingering stares and scans, both of you eyeing how graciously puberty blessed the other, a few kisses and touches ensued, and the next thing you’re able to pinpoint is you bent over the bathroom sink with his cock pushing your uterus up into your heart while a remixed version of queen’s under pressure played in the background.

now, today, you’re seated on his monster of a cock in the backseat of his matte black, audi rs 7. how a simple match meet up developed into this? you don’t know. eren reclined his seat back and, honestly, you’re a simple girl. the second you caught a view of his print pushing up against the soft cotton of his cream-colored sweats that matched his hoodie, you were climbing over the middle console and aligning yourself directly atop of it.

and eren isn’t stingy with you. he sees you want something and he gives it to you.

that’s usually the case, and that’s why you’re confused.

“go ahead,” he’s telling you. his hands slip across your waist to your ass which he grips and holds on to when you start to rock up and down on his dick . . slowly. “yeah,” he tilts his head back against the padded headrest, looking up at you with the faintest little smirk lifting the corner of his lips. “feels better when you take it slow, no?”

your voice is tiny when you whimper, “eren, i wanna cum.”

one of his hands slide up the length of your back to take hold of the back of your neck and firmly grasp it. “you can cum whenever you want to,” how gorgeous he is should be a crime. “but i’m not letting you go any faster than this.”

maybe it’s intertwined in the code of your dna, or, could just be human’s natural instinct to be told no and crave to do that one thing . . . but you stare at eren for a moment to read if he was serious, and upon realizing he actually was, you can’t help but start to rise and drop yourself up and down his cock at a pace that matched the quick, steady rhythm of the rain outside hitting the roof of the car. expectedly, he catches your hips on the downwards movement, grips them tight to keep you still, then swats a smack hard enough on your ass to make you hiss between your teeth and whine.

he catches your eye again; the smirk on his face is gone. “slow.”

you’d curse at him if the tip of his cock wasn’t nudging your cervix, if you pulled your lips from his when he pulls you down to flick his tongue against yours to have you taste the warm, titanium ball pierced through his own.

you can feel your pussy fluttering and your juices seem to ooze out of you at a much quicker pace than normal. it has streaks of white painting his girth and droplets dribbling down to the firm skin of his sac. “oh, shit—“ you mewl and tilt your head back, getting loss in the steady pace of up . . down . . up . . down. “shit, baby.”

eren strains out a raspy curse. his voice sounds unexplainably lower when he spreads the doughy globes of your ass apart to rub a few of his fingers across the entrance of your cunt to feel the way it stretches taut to accommodate him all inside of you. “drippin’ all over me, y’know that?” his words are panted against the skin of your collarbone. “gettin’ me all filthy—“

“—can’t,” your voice comes out soft and croaky. “can’t help it . .” you sniffle. “feels good.”

your words make him laugh — it’s a quiet, gentle thing full of breath. “yeah?” he asks. “i bet it does.”

you cannot stand him.

you flick your eyes down, drinking in the plain of abs shown from his half-shucked up hoodie and the faint dusting of hair that trails downward from underneath his belly button. for a moment, just a moment, you let yourself get carried away again — you let yourself roll your hips up and down just a little bit faster. you can’t help it. you shiver at the tide of white-hot pleasure it brings right before he stops you again with his hands pressing into the cushy skin of your waist.

“god, eren, please,” you’ve never been so desperate and it shows in your voice that cracks and grows weak and tearful near the end of your words. why?, you can’t help but wonder.

but he’s just staring calmly at you beneath his lashes with his head tilted back to look up again. “we can do this all night, pretty girl,” is all he says. “it’s either slow . . . or you can hop off. your choice.”

you clamp down on him at the simple thought of having to go back up to your dorm unsatisfied, still wet, still throbbing. you sit quietly.

at your sudden compliancy, mirth is read beneath clouded green, glittery and lucent. “c’mon.” it’s a steady spring of up and down he subjects you to. this time, you don’t bother to even move, you let him do all the work which turns out to be exactly what your stubborn, little ass needed. when he pulls you downwards, he also pushes your hips back before quickly pulling them back in — rolling them while bouncing you up and down on his lap.

with the meticulous motion, he’s managing to grind the head of his cock directly into that tender, spongy area of nerves nestled deep inside you. it’s perfect. your eyelashes are fluttering as your eyes roll into the back of your head and you have to press the palm of one of your hands flat up against the roof of the car to remind yourself to not force yourself to go any faster, leaving aside how bad you wanted to.

there’s this . . . embarrassing squelch and squish sound that seems to ricochet off the interior of the car and into your ears. you know it’s because of how wet you’re getting — it’s absolutely lewd. you feel dirty, but in the best of ways. “eren,” you’re panting, your voice is whiny and garbled. “eren, fuck.”

he collects one bouncing tit inside of his mouth to suckle a soft nipple. his pierced tongue curls around it while his lips suction enclosed until the bud is pearled and hardened. “y’so fuckin’ wet,” he mumbles after he pops it out of his mouth, blinking up to catch your eyes. “feels . . so fuckin’ good.”

you barely register what he’s doing when you hear a wet pucker of what sounds like him pulling a finger from his mouth, until you feel it. not until you feel him softly dragging the pad of his middle finger over the wrinkled furrow of your asshole before he’s pushing in until the first knuckle. you know to relax so that he can sheath it fully, and he keeps it there while his other fingers remained splayed over your ass which he squeezes on.

although it’s a single finger, you feel exceptionally full.

you align your lips against his, feeling dizzy and so, so content. “hmm.”

“good girl,” he whispers, starting to carefully lift his hips to meet himself where he pulls you down halfway.

your head lolls back when he grazes something so gloriously good, you feel tears blurring beneath your closed eyelids. “god, baby,” you hic, tightening your fist holding a chunk of his hoodie. you think this is the best he’s fucked you since you’ve been in contact with him since that damn party. you hadn’t known slow could feel this good.

“gonna cum?”

you nod quickly, “mhm.”

he breathes out, “good,” through a whisper. “make a mess . . i wanna feel it.” he holds the lower hem of his hoodie between his teeth to gaze at the way your body slides along his. they flicker up to your torso to admire your flexing tummy as you move and the jiggle of your tits, the sheen of sweat on your neck, your pretty lips wrapped around a soundless ‘o.’ “god, look at you.”

the thread of constraint and self-will is torn up into nothing when his thumb presses into your swollen clit to rub quick circles on it. your moans are nonexistent, all that escapes your lips are tiny squeaks and broken, shuddery gasps as your body fights to curl into itself given the limited space you’re in. you’re not really aware of what’s going on — all you see is a bright screen of white and you feel a lot of . . wetness. “g-g-god!” your nails dig into the skin of his hip as your shaky legs try to close at the knees.

you’re finally aware that eren’s cursing and moaning when you start to come down and that’s when he pushes his hips up and keeps them there while his hot, thick cum starts to pump you full. it’s . . a lot more than usual. it already starts to slowly drip out before he’s even done, and when he is, he lets himself fall into the seat and close his eyes while you both fight for breath.

you feel his cock give a final jerk with the last drop and it makes you break out into a full-body shudder which eren catches. he peels his eyes open slowly, lazily smiles, then looks down at the splatter of your release that squirted all over his lower torso. “takin’ it slow feels good, doesn’t it?”

the fucker was right, but you weren’t anything if you weren’t stubborn. “shut up,” you cut back weakly.

when his finger and cock are pulled free from the inside of you, you’re aware that immediate thick globs start to dribble out of your fluttering pussy. and at the sight of one falling onto his pristine, leather seats, you gasp and hover your hand a few inches below your cunt to somehow catch the rest. “f-fuck, ‘m sorry,” you say softly. “do you have napkins or something? — fuck, it’s a lot this time, eren.”

he has to bend awkwardly around you to open the middle console and pull out a few kleenexes then smacks your hand away when you reach for them to instead clean you up himself. “gettin’ the interior detailed this weekend, anyway,” he murmurs while dipping two fingers inside of you to scoop more out. a pretty smile spreads across his face when your eyes flutter as he does. “don’t worry about it.”

he cleans you up . . quite nicely actually, then himself before tossing the dirtied napkins outside on your dorm building’s lot. with the opened door comes a nice rush of cool air that flies in over your heated body. “i think i want a plan b,” you sniffle, catching his attention. “just to be safe. you pumped like . . five loads in one inside me.”

eren, just as irritating as they come, smacks your bare ass with a big grin. “ ‘course i did. you got the tightest, prettiest little pussy on campus, you expect me to hold back?” he shields your small punches with his arms while quietly laughing. “but i’ll take you to the pharmacy, yeah?”

you don’t miss the way his eyes soften up when you pull your leggings back on and slide back inside of the hoodie you wore. “what?”

you were truly stunning in his eyes.

but just as quickly as the look had came, it was gone. “what?” he mocks your voice childishly while sliding back up his sweats and getting out of the car to hop into the driver’s seat.

and just for that, you make sure to climb over his middle console into the passenger’s with a lot more noise and feet than needed, just to make him roll his eyes and suck his teeth.

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just thinking abt fuckboy!eren fucking you from behind and recording it to then add into his dirty little folder just for you in his phone. he just loves your nicely shaped ass and your wet pussy so fucking much:) he looks at them later to finish because he fucking loves looking at your ass and pretending it's right there on his huge, hard cock. your moans make him even more horny, god he loves you and your fuck sessions so much.

a/n

if you enjoyed this and want me to write more stuff like this pls reblog! it helps a lot

more of plug eren plssss it was too good 😩😩

OFCCCC

this might be a little messy and rushed but i hope y’all like it </3

this is 18+///cw include: smut, some fluff, drug usage, black coded reader

- plug!eren loves buying you different kinds of jewelry his favorite being the silver anklet with a small e dangling from it. he loves the way it jingles ever so softly by his ear whenever he’s got you on your back legs up in the air. ah yes he loves that anklet very much but the tennis necklace that sits so pretty on your neck is a close second

- whenever you sleepover at his apartment (which is almost every night) he’s always the first to wake up and does his daily wake and bake. he ofc has another blunt set aside for when you wake up knowing you wouldn’t let him hear the end of it for smoking without you

- i don’t see him being much of a drinker for obvious reasons but when he does drink girl he is a SLUT!!! give this man a couple shots of hennessy and he’ll have you folded in a mating press whining and bitching about how much he wants to cum in you and how much he loves you. get him cross faded and he’ll become the definition of a service dom, giving you multiple orgasms until you have to tap out only for him to breathlessly plead in your ear, “c’mon baby just one more time you feel so fucking good”

- plug!eren’s first post with the two of you on his ig is captioned “me & my bitch” and this man genuinely thought he was being romantic and still does to this day so he refuses to change it

- plug!eren will never admit it to anyone except you ofc but he loves baking. you don’t know when he got into it or why but he loves it and he infuses everything obviously. you tried making a simple red velvet with him one night and everything was going fine until you suggested the two of you have some wine while you wait which lead to eren suggesting a quickie which lead to the poor cake slowly burning while eren had your face pushed in his mattress

- KING OF BACKSHOTS!!!! omfg the way he can reach so deep and bump against that special spot with every stroke is straight up insanity. he def does the thing where he holds his shirt up with his teeth so he can see himself fucking into you

- don’t even think about buying from another plug or even a dispensary plug!eren considers it cheating but 10x worse

- “where did you get that?” eren asked referring to the disposable pen you were holding. “umm….connie….” you mumbled looking everywhere but eren’s face. “wow y/n just wow” he huffed crossing his arms an adorable pout on his face. you learned that day that plug!eren is very possessive over his clientele especially you

- baby boy secretly loves to be praised whether it’s about his looks, his performance in bed, or how good his gas is he just loves hearing good things about himself

- is the type to grab you by your throat/jaw and say “stop playin’ with me” whenever ur acting bratty and then gives u a lil kiss on the lips to let you know you’re gonna get ur way. he just cannot help but spoil you his woman deserves the finest of everything in this world

- your contact name in his phone is “wife” and the contact picture is a pic of you sleeping clutching onto the hello kitty plushie he bought for you

- plug!eren absolutely adores having slow sensual sex while he’s high!!! he loves having you ride him omfg the way he’s able to slowly run his hands over your body and admire the pretty fucked out look on your face <333 the dirty talk is elite as well and don’t even get me started on his facial expressions

- “fuuuck you feel so good baby” eren rasped using what little strength he had to bounce you on his dick. you couldn’t even reply your mind too foggy to come up with a response all you could muster were tiny moans and whines. he looked so pretty. his brows were furrowed and his nose was scrunched homeboy was completely basked in the feeling of your pussy. “this fucking pussy i swear y/n i’m gonna fuck a kid in you if you keep squeezin’ me like that” *screams internally*

- loves to roll blunts on you. he’ll roll up on your tits, back, ass, stomach it doesn’t matter he just loves to do it

- plug!eren doesn’t like to share as we all know but there was this one time you convinced him to watch you and mikasa fool around and he liked it way more then he admitted. smoking a blunt and watching the two women he trusted more than anything make out and touch each other??? yeah he loved it but don’t worry eren knew good and well his dick belonged to you and would never think about be intimate with another woman even if you were okay with it no one compares to his pretty lil gf </3

— 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 : 𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫

cw: fem!reader. infedelity/cheating + unprotected sex, handjobs, kissing, hickeys, oral sex, praising. strangers->lovers with a hint of angst. toxic relationship (?) with floch. i wrote part one earlier, but revamped it. and changed it around hehe

˗ˏˋ ࿐ྂ seeking out eren was initially a dare; but things got real quickly.

PART ONE -- this fic is LONG. like 9.3k words. part two will be linked at the bottom.

“Wait, so you did what?” 

You shamefully covered your face with two hands as you retell the story on how you chickened out with Floch. 

Yesterday was a complete failure, a disaster at that. You couldn’t tell what went wrong, or recount what exactly was going through your head and causing you to stop. But you did—unhooking your hands from Floch’s neck, reaching down to pull his hands up and out of your shorts from where he was touching you.

Floch looks down at you, confused, as he watches you sit up slowly, causing him to sit back onto his knees. 

“What’s the matter?”

“Nothing.”

“So…why’d you stop?”

You wish you could answer.  You wish you could tell him it’s not his fault. It’s yours. Everything was going so well; infact, this was the furthest you’ve gone with Floch. Whenever he comes over (or you go to his), you try your best to keep things PG, not ready to go all the way yet. But he ignores your advances, always touching you a bit too much during a movie, or standing way too close behind you to ensure you could feel his hard-on. 

It makes you so uncomfortable. And you’re sure he’s getting sick of you always avoiding his advances. He’s a very short tempered person, and you’re just waiting for the day he snaps, probably calls you a slut for leading him on or something. You’re waiting for it.

A part of you doesn’t blame him. You’d been “together” for almost five months, and you both haven’t even gotten past first base.

You stiffen when you feel his fingers trail up your thighs, stopping just above your pussy, looking at you for approval to continue. “Did I do something wrong?”

You try to look down at his hand just inches above your pussy, but you don’t get the oppurtunity too—his spare hand already forcing you to look into his eyes instead. You swallow hard before shaking your head.

“So, if I didn’t do anything wrong, why’d you stop? Don’t you wanna go further—” The second you feel his fingers start moving again, you’re off the bed, scrambling out of the sheets so fast. You don’t even look back as you leave his bedroom, running down the stairs to grab your shoes by the front door. 

You had to leave his house before the embarrassment truly hit you. It crept up on you hours later in bed, causing you to groan loud into your pillow. What was wrong with you? Why did you find it so hard to do anything with Floch, that didn’t involve watching Netflix. 

You wanted to experience what every other girl that’s lost their virginity went through, wanted to explore that feeling you see in porn, wanted someone to go down on you and have your body played with like in your dreams.

But you just weren’t ready.

And everyone else was.

“Damn, that sucks.” Hitch shakes her head at you, “I don’t really blame you though, I wouldn’t wanna lose my virg to someone like Floch.” Hitch rolls her eyes and leans back against the staircase, “He’s creepy.”

“He’s not…he’s sweet?” 

“Why’d you say sweet like that?”

“Like what?”

“Nevermind.” Hitch says before rubbing her temples, racking her brain to help you think of something to fix your problems. Hitch had already lost her virginity during freshman year, it was a mistake, but it felt nice and whenever you have questions about sex she’s willing to tell you about it. When she thinks back on it, she lost her virginity to an ugly dude when she was desperate at a party. It was truly a mistake, but the next time she had sex, the guy was midly attractive and it suddenly felt a lot better.

(She regards the fact that sex feels better based on the individual and their skills, not just their looks).

“I know! I can fix your problem!” You flick your eyes up to her, raising a single brow to get her to continue talking. “You need to lose your virginity to a sexy dude.”

“Floch is se—”

“No. He’s a redhead and he’s straight up hideous. You need to lose it to someone hotter. Then you’ll feel more confident with Floch. I guarantee it.” Hitch nods to herself like her plan is bulletproof, like there isn’t many holes with it. 

“First of all, I’m dating Floch, so me fucking someone else is cheating. Secondly, there’s nothing wrong with redheads! Floch is actually really sweet—” You think back on all the times he’s cussed out people for walking too close to him, to the times he got mad at the teacher for not marking his work correctly, how rudely he bosses people around him, how he sometimes sabotages his basketball games by shoving his oppentens a little too hard which causes him to get benched— “Okay, well, he’s nice to me.”

“Yeah…okay.” Hitch rolls her eyes, “it’s not cheating, if you guys aren’t together. When’s your anniversary?”

You clamp your lips shut, folding in on yourself because you came to the realisation that you don’t have one. Why? Because he’s never asked you out. 

“I…I don’t know.”

“Exactly!!!! Which is why you should fuck someone else! Like, like—uh— that hot blonde-nerd in our biology class, Armin? I think, ORRR his best friend, Eren. Yeah. Definitely, Eren. He’s so hot.” Hitch practically had hearts over her eyes as her brain replayed the memory of Eren taking off his hoodie in class, his shirt underneath getting attached to the hoodie as he lifted it off, giving everybody a glimpse of his toned body.

(Hitch almost had a nosebleed that day. You told her to calm down, but that sight was burnt into your retinas that night).

Armin was cool, you’ve spoken to him a couple times because you’d been put together in groups. But you don’t really think he’s hot, or well, according to Hitch’s lame ass theory, “attractive” enough to make you more comfortable with losing your virginity. 

Eren on the other hand—well, he’s Eren.

But like hell, you’d ask someone like him. He’d probably just ignore you. It causes you to laugh at the sheer audacity of Hitch’s proposal. 

“What’s so funny, [Name], I was being serious!” Hitch almost feels offended when you laugh even harder, the snort leaving your nose at the sheer absurdity of the idea.

“You’re serious!?” You hold a finger up, another loud laugh escaping your mouth. The two of you were too busy laughing and sulking at each other, that you didn’t notice the doors open in the hallway, a group of three boys entering inside, talking loudly. “Let me get this straight,” you wipe at the tear on your eye, “You just want me, to walk up to Eren Yeager and ask him to—”

“Ask me what?” 

Hitch’s eyes go wide and her jaw drops because she recognises that voice. You press your lips into a thin line at the realization that you fucked up. You don’t even need to turn your head to the side to see him staring at you—those piercing green eyes practically boring into your skull, awaiting your answer as to why two random girls he’s never seen before are gossiping about him.

You face your fears, turning your head to the side, slowly, praying that another dude inside your college was called Eren Yeager. Highly unlikely, but it’s worth a shot. You’re immedieately met with green, tired, eyes staring at you, one brow raised in mock confusion as he waits for someone—anyone to speak up. 

His three friends next to him, you recognise them as Connie, Jean and Armin, are looking at each other awkwardly and their stares make you want to run over to the window and launch yourself out of it, despite being three floors high. 

Eren is starting to get annoyed, his face flattens and you get scared. Armin, tugs his sleeve and shakes his head. The both of them mentally comminucate for a second before he sighs loudly and the four of them continue down the hall. 

Hitch breaks out of her frozen state and crawls over to where you’re sitting on the opposite side of the staircase, repeatedly tapping your thigh, telling you to go ask him now. 

“Are you insane!? No!” You shove her hands off you but she’s grabbing at your collar, practically begging you. This is your only opportunity to lose your virginity. You look at her like she’s crazy, but know that she won’t ever leave you alone about it, if you manage to fuck up this chance forever.

So you sigh and stand up, dusting off your clothes. Just as you’re about to step down from the staircase you were sitting on, you freeze up. Realising just what you’re about to do.

You’re about to ask, Eren, if he could sleep with you. 

You.

A random girl, he’s never interacted with, or even knows the name of.

You can’t do it.

You turn to face Hitch and slowly shake your head, about to sit back down before she pushes you making you lose your balance and you stumble down the stairs, bracing yourself against the wall just before you manage to crack your skull. 

“What the fuck is wrong with you, Hitch!?” You don’t realise you’re yelling, until you can hear the echo of your voice throughout the hall, as well as the footsteps a couple feet down the hall come to a halt. 

They haven’t left the hallway yet…

You shrink in on yourself as you look down the hall, seeing all four boys looking at you, once more. Eren still has that confused, annoyed look on his face. Armin looks more concerned at your safety. Connie bites his lip to try to stop himself from laughing obnoxiously and Jean is similar to Eren, a brow raised up in confusion.

You want to die.

It’s now or never, you think. “Uhhh—Eren, can I speak to you? Please?”

What the fuck are you doing? Go back up the staircase and eat your lunch. Your brain is screaming at you, to stop, tell Eren, it was a mistake and move on with your day, but Eren is already answering before you could take it back. 

“Sure?”

You meant to tell him that you wanted to speak to him alone, but he clearly didn’t grab the hint. His hand is gripping firmly onto the strap of his bag, holding it upright as the other end hangs off his shoulder. 

You take a couple steps forward before clearing your throat. “Talk with you alone, please.” You mildly gesture towards his group of friends who’ve been quietly eavesdropping the entire time.

Eren, nicely enough, doesn’t argue, instead, he looks back at his friends, gesturing to them to leave without him. They mumble something to each other before walking out, Armin, stops for a moment to wave at the both of you before jogging to catch up to his taller friends.

He waits until the door on the other end of the hallway shuts before crossing the distance between you both. You look over your shoulder one more time at Hitch, who’s grinning at you and holding two thumbs up. You wish you could just strangle her.

If you thought Eren was intimdating before, upclose is evern worse. You can’t take your eyes off his face despite how hard it is to keep eye contact with him. He  was much prettier than you’d thought. Normally, whenever you see him, it’s always been from a distance. Last year, when you were first years in college, he was in your English class but he sat on the other end of the classroom, still seated on your row, but was by the window. 

Whenever you wanted to distract yourself from class and glance out the window, he was always blocking the view, his side profile coming into your field of vision as he lazily chewed the lid of his pen the entire lesson. It was that day you thought his side profile was pretty and stared at it more often whenever you needed that distraction.

You’d see him from a distance around town, the back of his figure entering a store with his loud group of friends, during his basketball matches, he’s always on the court. 

This was the first time you’re actually seeing him. Face to face. No side profiles, no backs—just his green eyes (or it is turquoise)? You’ve never noticed how pretty his eyes are upclose, everything about him was pretty. He’s still so intimdating, you think, and the silence is making you realise that he’s been waiting for you to speak up all this time.

“So…what do you want?” His voice is slow and lazy and you hate how it does something to your insides, the sheer bass of his voice is making you dizzy. 

“I wanted to ask you something—don’t think I’m weird, or anything, but uh—” You can’t believe you’re doing this. You hear some shuffling from the stairs—that bitch Hitch is most defiently leaning over the railing just to get a better look at the both of you. “Could you maybe…teach me how—” Shit. How are you supposed to phrase this? 

“Teach? I’m not really the best when it comes to academics—”

Fuck it.

“You’d had sex before right?” You blurt out without thinking and Eren almost chokes on his sentence. Honestly, he had no clue what he was expecting, but it certainly wasn’t that.

“What’s it to you?”

You can’t help but groan to yourself, hoping that he woud’ve understood what you were implying without having to embarrass yourself and actually say it. “C-could you…help me?”

Eren blinks a couple times, his grip on his bag strap falls, hand dropping to his side and you watch as he stuffs them in his pockets. His brain is scrambled trying to process what exactly you’re trying to ask him here. “So…you want me-” He points at himself, “to teach you-” He points at you, “how to have sex?”

Your silence is the answer. 

“Oh.” Eren breathes out, his voice dropping a little—

You close your eyes, waiting for his laugh, waiting for him to call you a weirdo. Or you’re waiting for him to just walk away. That’ll be the best option. You’d embarrassed yourself enough, it’s best to just drop everything and never bring it up again.

“—Sure, I guess.”

Now it’s your turn to choke, peeking an eye open to see if this is Eren or just a hologram your brain created in a short moment to try and alleviate the awkwardness in the room. “What?!”

“Why so shocked? You asked me to.” Eren raises a brow at you.

“Yeah, but—I-I thought you’d say no! Like, you don’t even know my name?!” There’s no way this is happening right now. You pinch at your arm gently, wincing when your nail digs into your skin, reassuring you that this is real, Eren isn’t a hologram and you’re really about to have a personal sex-education class with him.

“So tell me your name.” He shrugs.

You hesitate for a second, wondering if this is some sick joke. He’d ask for your name, tell his friends that [Name] asked him to fuck you, the word will spread because his friends (cough Connie) have the biggest mouths in school—it’ll reach Floch, he’d slut shame you and call you a slut and you’d be all alone and ridiculed for being a desperate virgin slut for your entire college life.

Sounds about right.

Hitch can tell you’re overthinking in your head because the silence has gone on for way too long, so she leans past the railing to get Eren’s attention. “Her name is [Name]!”

“HITCH?!” You turn to yell at her, but are stopped when you hear Eren hum, repeating your name under his breath a couple times to hear how it sounds. He decided he likes it. “Cool name.”

“T-thanks?”

“Gimme your number, we can arrange something.”

You mindlessly watch Eren pull out his phone and you start reciting the numbers of your phone letter, watching as he inputs each number in carefully, before naming the contact [Name]. 

“Alright, I’ll see you both later.” Eren gives you and Hitch a small effort of a wave before he’s out the door a couple seconds later. You walk back over to the staircase, Hitch is all jittery, too excited at the fact that you were going to lose your virginity to Eren Yeager.

The entire day, she’s giving you tips about your pussy and what you should eat before hand, don’t be stupid like her and spray perfume on your pussy just moments after you shaved—stupid shit like that. And you’re left nodding your head to everything she’s saying because your brain is in another dimension, trying your hardest to prove that this is real.

You still don’t believe it. 

You see Eren a couple more times that day around the school. He acknowledges you, giving you a nod but doesn’t actually talk to you. It’s not until you get home that you freak out and scream into your pillow.

You’re on the phone with Hitch as you get ready for bed, the time on your phone is approx 11:32PM. It’s the weekend tomorrow, so you’re not necessarily worried about waking up too late. Yawning loud as you spin around your vanity chair, looking up at the white ceiling as you listen to Hitch ramble on and on about some girl she argued with during class today. 

“Her name was fucking Annie. Who even names their child Annie—like she was so annoying with her snide remarks everytime I spoke. Who the fuck does she think she is?” Hitch huffs her cheeks out with a pout and readjusts her camera so you can see the ceiling instead. “Helloooooo?! Are you listening to me or did you fall asleep?”

“I’m listening…I just—no offence, I don’t care about Annie and her remarks. I’m tired.”

“Well, what else do you want to talk about?” 

Just as you were about to answer, a notification popped up at the top of your phone, a message from an unknown number saying ‘Hey’. You furrow your brows, grabbing your phone rough enough that the camera shakes a little bit and click on the notification.

YOU: who is this????????

“Hitch—a random number just texted me.”

“What’d they say?”

“Hey.” You watch as the little buble shows three dots before another message comes through. You gasp loudly, dropping the phone on your desk as you read the name. The thud causes Hitch to sit up.

“What?! Who is it?! What happe—”

“It’s fucking EREN!” Hitch gasps loudly, a deep sound that startles you but you choose to ignore it as you stare down at the message, wondering what to type next. 

YOU: oh. Hi eren

You blink a couple times, making sure the message is real and not just your brain playing tricks on you from the lack of sleep. You had forced yourself to forget all about the events that occurred earlier today, wanting to disconnect your memories from the sheer embarrassment of asking a boy you never had a proper one-on-one conversation with him.

“Soooo…what’d he say? What’s going on? Give me LIVE updates, you bitch!” Hitch is shaking with nerves on her bed, patiently awaiting your response.

EREN: hey, so do u wanna come over now?

Fuck.

“He just asked me to come over….” 

“OHMYG—”

You drown out Hitch’s voice as you look down at your keyboard, watching your fingers tremble against the keyboard as you think of a response. You’re not ready yet. It’s barely even been 24 hours since you made that deal with him. 

YOU: now? Like rn? This second?

Eren responds in no time.

EREN: yeah? lmao if you want

YOU: ok

“[NAME], TALK TO ME! YOU’VE BEEN SILENT FOR AGES!” Hitch is practically screaming through the phone and you take a screenshot urgently and send it to your messages with Hitch. You assume she’s read it all because she screams loud over the phone. “[NAME] GO OVER NOW.”

Before you even have time to respond, tell her you’re not ready, she’s already hung up the phone. You know she won’t respond to any messages or calls you send her unless you go over there, so you sigh and head over to your closet to change into something that wasn’t your pyjamas.

Your phone rings once more by your desk, and you go to pick it up, realising it’s Eren again sending over his dorm number and block. You had a feeling he wasn’t in your Block, because you’d never seen him around, only on campus. 

You’re pulling up to his dorm, eyes darting back and forth between the text he sent you and the big number 12 on the front of his door, just to make sure you’re at the right place. It takes two knocks before he’s already at the door, his hair tied up messily behind his head in a manbun, a couple strands dangling over the sides of his face as his tired eyes somehow look even more exhausted as he steps aside to let you in.

The door clicks shut and he leans back against it as he looks at you. This is sorta awkward. “ ‘Kay, so how’re we gonna do this?”

It’s when you both realise that neither of you have thought this through. How do you even initiate something like this? What do you say? How do you begin? All these questions run through your head as you look over at Eren and shrug your shoulders. 

Eren raises his brows, amused, for a moment then drops them and gives you a slight smile when you say, “I thought you might know.”

“This was your idea?” 

“I know…” You prefer to look down at the carpet, taking in the nice shade of brown. You have no clue what to say. You hear footsteps before Eren is taking a few steps in front of you. Your breath hitches when his hand grazes your hand before holding it. You mindlessly follow him as he leads you over to his bedroom.

“So,” Eren takes a seat on his gaming chair, spinning it around to face you as you pat down his bedsheets before sitting on it, “Why’re you doing this? First of all, I’ma need some context.”

“I—You know Floch, right?” Eren nods his head, his chair squeaks when he leans back against it, ready to listen to your story. “Well…he’s sorta my boyfriend? I think?”

“Him? Oh wow.” You can’t help but raise a brow at his tone, almost like he sounds shocked. You’re not sure if he was shocked someone like you managed to get with someone like Floch, or if it was the other way round.

“Why ‘wow’? What’s shocking about that?”

Eren can see your brows shift a little, almost like you’re getting annoyed, then he realises that what he said could easily be misinterpreted. “No! Wait, I never meant it like that—I was more like ‘wow Floch managed to get a girlfriend’, I never saw him the type, s’all”

“Oh.” Yeah, you presume that makes more sense. After all, Eren does know Floch well since they’re on the same basketball team. “Yeah, well, he’s never actually asked me out, but he treats me like his girlfriend? So I guess I am?”

“He never…asked you out?”?

“Nope. He doesn’t like labels.” The way you’re admitting this publicly should make you feel embarrassed. Eren already feels that embarrasment and his brain gets to work, thinking. From what Eren knows about Floch, he’s a bastard, uses people to get whatever he wants, and is straight up rude. It’s surprising at first, that Floch managed to get someone as pretty as you, but the more you’re talking, Eren realises why exactly Floch chose you.

For one, you’re completely oblivious to his manipulative tendencies, you’re easy to use and you’re innocent. 

Eren almost feels bad for you. “Alright, so ‘boyfriend Floch’, what does this have to do with me?”

Now you have to get to the hard part. “So…whenever I’m with him…he’s always making moves on me, but I’m not ready yet, I don’t know what it is but whenever he touches me I just freak out but I want to do it so badly. It’s complicated.”

“I’m guessing you’re a virgin right?” You nod your head and Eren leans forward, bracing his elbows on his knees and looks at you. “It happens, first time jitters. Not that deep.”

“But it’s not first time. It’s like, maybe…thirteenth time jitters—So my friend told me to ask someone to help me…and she said you—which is why I said your name earlier and why I’m here right now.” The moment the explanation left your mouth, you actually realised how stupid you sound and you’d never wanted to take back something more in your life.

Eren laughs, a deep sound that makes you sit up straight. “Alright, I’ll help you.” The chair creaks once more when he stands up and you shift further back onto his bed, back hitting the wall as he sits in front of you. It’s now that you realise how dark it is in the room, his green eyes seem to be more illuminated with the lack of light. “Have you only done first base?”

You nod your head slowly.

“Alright, kiss your hand, lemme see you.” Eren sits back and waits. You look up at him, confused.

“That--that’s so embarrassing—”

He shrugs and gestures towards your hand. You realise he’s not backing down so you bring the palm of your hand up to your face. You look at him once more, and realise his eyes are trained on your lips, not your face. Looking back down at your palm, you sigh and shake your head. “I can’t do it.”

Eren leans forward once more until his forehead brushes yours. “So you won’t freak out if I kiss you, right?”

You will. 

You definitely will.

But you exhale before shaking your head.

“Good.” Eren closes the gap between you, a soft peck of his lips against yours that had you melting underneath him. He pulls away fast to look at you, just to make sure everything is okay. “You’re so tense, [Name], relax.” 

You close your eyes, exhaling deeply to alleviate all tension from your body. Suddenly feeling a bit more confident, you lean in this time and his hand instantly comes up to slide against your cheek. His hands were so warm, the heat emitting from the skin of his palm had your body heating up with the want for more. Eren groans into your mouth when he feels your hand grip onto his shirt for more leverage.

The kiss is still a little awkward, he thinks, but it’s better than last time. He pulls away briefly to mumble against your lips. “Pretend I’m him, okay? Kiss me like you kiss him.” 

Him, refers to Floch obviously, and it gives you a bit more confidence if you pretend rather than allow your brain to comprehend the fact you’re kissing Eren Yeager. With that, you lean back in, your hands come off from his shirt to reach for his face, cupping his cheeks as you kiss him a little bit deeper. 

Eren smiles into the kiss, seeing you finally relaxed and lost all that tension from before. You’re not actually a bad kisser, he realises that once he feels your tongue slide against his bottom lip. But it’s a shame you’re kissing Eren, a natural tease. He doesn’t allow you to slide it in, instead, he slides his hands down to your waist to lift you off the bed into a laying position.

You open your eyes and gasp at the sudden switch in position, bracing your hands on his shoulders as he hovers over you. He doesn’t give you a second to breathe because his lips are back on yours. The kiss from this angle has your hands sliding from his shoulders to the back of his hair, scratching gently at the hairs on the back of his head. 

The loose hairs from his hair tickle your forehead when he tilts his head to the right, nose brushing against your own to angle your face to the perfect position. Your hand on his head goes higher until you accidentally brush against the point where his hair is tied up. You realise he’s not wearing a hairtie, instead tying his hair with his own hair in a make belief hair tie.

His hair falls over his face, making him pull away from the kiss to brush it away. You sit up on your shoulders and apologise before you take a moment to admire the view. Through the darkness of the room, there’s an obvious pink hue on his cheeks as he tries to fix his hair. 

Eren sighs when he realises he can’t retie it the way it was last time because of the darkness in the room, so he moves the hair from his face out of the way before leaning back down. “You still okay?”  He mumbles, waiting for the go-to before he kisses you again.

You nod your head a bit too fast and cringe at how eager you are to get his lips back on yours. Eren chuckles against your mouth, his lips creating some sort of vibration that goes straight down your spine, causing you to arch your back upwards to his chest slightly when he leads with his tongue this time.

You’d never been a huge fan of tongue kissing, mainly because Floch overdid it way too much—like he was trying to suffocate you with his tongue rather than kiss you. So, of course you were a bit hesitant when Eren led with his tongue this time, about to say something before you felt his tongue brush against yours, the flick of his tongue as he licks into your mouth all slow and sensual. 

It has a strange noise leaving your lips, one that you don’t realise you made until Eren groans, pushing a knee between your legs slightly to open them up for him more. His hand placed next to your head slides underneath your hair to lift your head up more while his other hand travels downwards to your waist.

The room is filled with sloppy kissing noises as well as the low hums coming from his mouth whenever you moan into the kiss. You could feel his fingerprints imprinting your skin, the heat of his fingers as they slipped underneath your shirt to slide against your waist. 

A part of you wants him to go further down. Wants him to touch you down there in the way you’ve craved all along, but you think it’s too early for that. 

You realise the difference between Floch and Eren, just from this kiss alone. Eren kisses with a purpose, a passion to make his partner melt underneath him and his touches. Floch kisses to prove a point, to assert his dominance and get you to sleep with him. His kisses were rough and way too sloppy for your liking.

You left Eren’s dorm that night, satisfied and a bit more confident. Next time you’re with Floch, you’ll tell him to be more gentle.

Let’s just hope he takes it the right way.

Eren hasn’t been in school all week. You thought maybe he’d been avoiding you, but you don’t think that small make out session last week was enough to scare him off.

Unless you were a really horrible kisser.

It had you overthinking all week, but then early this morning, around 4AM, you couldn’t sleep properly, so you trekked all the way downstairs to the kitchen to make a cup of coffee. If you were going to stay up, you might aswell do homework, right?

From the window in front of you, while you were washing a mug, you saw a coach bus pull outside the school. It was then you saw the entire basketball team exit the bus with their belongings that you remembered that Floch and Eren too had to leave the state for a tournament. Which explains the lack of Eren in school. You sigh in relief when you realise that he wasn’t actually avoiding you.

It was noisy outside. Their loud voices almost woke everybody up until their basketball coach screamed at them to shut up and enter the premises quietly. 

It was pretty easy to spot Eren, being one of the tallest members in the team and if you thought he looked tired normally, you weren’t ready for actual tired Eren. His walk was sluggish and slow, eyes could barely even open themselves to see where he was going. If it wasn’t for Armin helping him out, leading him away from the block you were in (Block A) to Block D, then you’re certain Eren would’ve fallen over. 

You saw Floch from the corner of your eye walking behind the rest of the team on his phone. You were about to drop the mug and go over to hug him or something, but you saw him smiling down at his phone and he entered Block C instead of Block A.

You spoke to Hitch that morning, telling her that Floch went to another Block at 4AM in the morning and was smiling down at his phone the entire time and she reassured you its probably nothing, despite having the feeling something was going on with him. It was odd enough he didn’t even tell you about this week long basketball tournament which as his girlfriend, you had a right to know; and now this? 

You shrugged it off, sending him a text to see when you can next link up with him. He responded two days later, which made you annoyed because you know damn well he ain’t that busy to ignore your texts for 2 whole days. But he said you could come over tonight.

Ever since your night with Eren, you were feeling much more confident about losing your virginity. Tonight was the night. You were sure of it. 

The second you stepped through the door, Floch was already on you. His hands on your hips as he made out with you a little too roughly. You had gotten used to it before, but since kissing Eren—you realised you don’t like this type of kissing.

“W-wait, Floch.” You have to push yourself away from his hard grip in order for him to stop. He’s panting, breathlessly, his chest heaving a bit too quickly for someone who’s only been kissing you for like what…30 seconds?

“What? What’s the matter?” He looks down at your hands as you place them on his shoulder, tracing your finger down his shirt slowly.

“How about…we take things slow? Yeah? Kiss me slowly, we have all the time in the world.” You had hoped you phrased it right, even dropping your voice to a mere whisper, hoping it came off as more seductive. 

Floch blinks at you a couple seconds, unsure if you’re trying to insult his kissing style. But he nods his head regardless. “Alright, slow right?” He drops his forehead against yours, looking down at you while he intertwines your fingers together.

“Mhm, slow.” You let go of his hands to wrap about his shoulders, leaning upwards to kiss him slowly. You kiss him like you had kissed Eren those nights ago, even picturing Eren’s soft lips against yours. Floch slides his hands underneath your thighs to pick you up and he slowly places you onto the couch, hovering over you as he leans down to your collarbone and kisses your neck.

You’re ready. You’re so ready. You’ve mentally prepared for this all week—

Floch shoves his hand down your leggings and presses a thumb against your clit a bit too quickly for your liking.

—you yelp and push him away gently, shaking your head. Floch looks up at you, with a raised brow and you take a moment before speaking. “Don’t just—do it so fast! Give me a warning, or something.”

“What, are you scared?” Floch places both hands beside your head, locking you in place underneath him on the couch. “Never been touched down there before? Right?”

Your eyebrows quiver as you look up at the boy, who looks like he wants to devour you, now knowing you’re a total untouched virgin. It’s different now. Before, he knew you were a virgin, but at least some girls had been fingered, or something. 

He figured out you were a virgin whenever he tried to fuck you but you always made excuses. He didn’t know why he chose you, but he’d always had a knack for these things—picking out the perfect girl to use—and now his suspicions have been confirmed.

Fuck, he was gonna have fun with you.

But it’s too soon. He doesn’t want to scare you away. So he sighs, leaning back onto the couch. You watch as he grabs the remote and turns the TV on. 

You can’t help but feel like you’ve disappointed him.

 “Floch?”

“Hm?” He hums, eyes focused on the TV, not even bothered to spare you a glance. Your frown deepens.

“Are you mad at me?” You sit up and move next to him, placing an arm on his shoulder to be as close to him as possible. Floch doesn’t respond, instead he just continues flicking through the channels. You let out a huff of defeat, realising you’re getting the famous silent treatment. Floch doesn’t stop you when you stand up from the couch and head straight out the door, feeling like a failure.

On your way out from his dorm, you’re about to head back to your own, until you take a moment and think. You want to please Floch, but he scares you—so maybe…if Eren (someone that makes you feel more relaxed and comfortable) teaches you again, then you’d be able to be more confident and will be able to please Floch.

Makes sense, right?

Yeah….

Your feet are moving towards the elevator and mindlessly head over towards Eren’s place. He won’t lie and say he wasn’t a bit surprised when he heard a knock on his door, and you were also surprised when you saw his room was filled with his friends. Eren was tall enough to reach the door, placing a hand atop the frame he looked down at you a little confused to see you here. “Hey, why didn’t you tell me you were coming?”

“I—uh, I don’t know. I just came here on impulse. But you’re busy…so I’ll come back later.” You were so ready to leave and go back home, but his hand reached out, stopping you before you could head any further into the hallway. 

“No—it’s fine. You can stay. As long as you don’t mind my loud ass friends.” He chuckles slowly, making you smile. 

As if to prove a point, one of said ‘loud’ friends screams, “IS THAT THE PIZZA GUY?”

Eren clicks his tongue before wrapping an arm around your shoulder, keeping you close to him as you enter his place. It looks much more different than the last time you saw it. Maybe because it was dark that time, but it seems bigger now. You recognise Armin, with earbuds in his ears, sitting on the far end of the couch, closing his eyes trying to drown out the noise of his friends.

You don’t blame him, you just entered and your ears are already bleeding internally. There’s loud music blasting from a tiny speaker sitting beside Connie’s feet. 

“Yeah, cause she definitely looks like the pizza guy.” Eren’s voice is laced with sarcasm as he brings you over towards the couch, patting the seat beside him.

 “She could be a pizza girl, dumbass.” Connie squints his eyes, rubs them a couple times before getting a better look at you. Connie winces when Eren smacks him on the head.

“She’s not a fucking pizza guy or girl.”

“Then who is she?!” You can’t help but fidget in your seat as Connie loudly debates your entire existence. You know he probably doesn’t mean much harm, afterall his eyes are red as hell so you think he’s under some sort of influence. But it still hurts that he doesn’t really remember you despite that altercation in the hallway last week. 

At the same time, it makes you feel at ease, knowing your existence isn’t important to guys like these, meaning you could stop feeling embarrassed over the situation last week. 

At least that’s some closure.

“I know her, she’s the girl we saw in the hallway, right?” Armin’s sweet voice speaks up, having heard the entire loud conversation through his earbuds. He might as well just remove them at this rate, they aren’t helping.

“I see a lot of girls in hallways, dude. You have to be more specific.” Connie reaches past Eren to tap at your shoulder. “What’s your name?”

You clear your throat. “It’s—”

“[Name], you don’t have to tell him if you don’t want to.” Eren is looking at you in a serious way, his face is slack like he’s not playing games.

“I appreciate your kindness, Eren,” You place your hand on his arm, “but you sorta just told him my name.” Your lips quirk up into a smile as you let out a breathless laugh at his failed attempt of keeping your identity hidden.

“So your name is [Name]. Why does that sound familiar?” Connie taps at his chin as he thinks, trying to figure out where he’s heard your name before.

“It might be because of Floch?” You question and there’s a part of you hoping that Floch even mentioned you to his friends the same way you mention him to yours. When Connie looks at you confused that you even brought up Floch to begin with, all hope is lost.

“Floch? Why would it be because of that dickhead?”

“She’s dating him, dude.” Eren cuts in and Connie’s eyes widen a bunch, his red eyes on display even more now.

“What?! He managed to get a girlfriend before me!?”

“I told you, it’s cause of that haircut.” Eren tugs at Connie’s short hair and Connie is quick to slap his hands away.

“Fuck you. My hair is perfect. Floch on the other hand—what the hell!? How did he manage to date you?!” Connie makes an overexaggarated gesture at your body and you don’t know whether or not to be offended or flattered. 

“You don’t like Floch?” You meekly ask and everyone in the room groans, including Armin which says a lot. 

“Fuck no, man. He’s always ruining shit for us.” Eren clicks his tongue as he remembers the amount of times they’ve been so close to disqualification because Floch always played too rough with the other team on the court. All the times Floch would snitch to the coach that Connie was hiding weed in his locker. You listen with wide eyes to each of their stories, surprised that even Armin had his own sort of hatred towards the redhaired. 

Connie eventually turned the music down, making Armin relieved as  he went over to the kitchen to make something to eat since the pizza guy had gotten lost and refunded them the food. It was a disappointment because Connie read online somewhere that eating pizza while high was a whole different experience. 

(You thought it was bullshit but didn’t want to crush his dreams).

You initially had ended up going there to ask Eren to help you out with Floch, but the more time you spent with him and his friends, it made you realise you just enjoyed the company instead. It was getting late outside, the sun finally setting and the moon taking over. 

Connie left, leaving Eren’s place a total mess. Armin was staying over that night to help Eren clean up the mess that Connie left.

“Do you want me to walk you back?” Eren asks as he followed you to the door to collect your jacket. Your arm froze in midair as you heard him ask the question. It caught you a bit off guard. Though you were having so much fun today with Eren, it was with multiple people. Being alone with him, the thought alone just makes you nervous.

“No, it’s alright! I’m okay.” You give him the warmest of smiles you could make as you tug your arm through your jacket sleeves. 

Eren leans back against the wall as he watches you zip up your jacket, thinking it’s a bit cute how the jacket looked a bit too big on you, how it looked too puffy and how it looked like it was about to swallow you whole.

“You sure?” 

“I’m sure—”

“Too bad, c’mon.” His arm is back around your back, ushering you away from the door, telling Armin he’d be right back.

“So, any reason why you magically showed up at my door earlier?” Eren brings up the moment you bring out your keys to open your dorm. 

“Well—” You turn to face him as he’s leaning against your door. “It was about Floch.”

“What about him?”

“He—I don’t know. He just made me uncomfortable…and I didn’t know if I was supposed to feel that way. Then he got mad at me because I chickened out again, gave me the silent treatment, and shit—”

Eren can’t help but love the way you speak, you’re so animated even when you’re talking about something upsetting. The keys jingle everytime you make a movement with your hands as you speak and it's not until you look up at him, awaiting a response , that he snaps back to reality.

“He made you uncomfortable?” You nod your head. “Shit, did he hurt you or—”

“No, no! He didn’t, he wouldn’t do that to me.” You say sheepishly, scratching the back of your head. “He just went way too fast for me and I liked it…slow…like with you.”

“Oh? You liked it when I kissed you?” 

You can see the grin forming on his face, that sneaky little—

“Don’t flatter yourself, Eren. I barely even remembered the kiss.” You hold your head up high, trying your hardest not to crumble underneath his heavy gaze as he lifts himself up from his leaning position to stand in front of you. You feel so small as he hovers atop of you, caging you in between his arms and you’re forced to look up at him.

“Can I remind you?” Eren carefully studies your face, looking for any signs that you’re uncomfortable. He can’t seem to find any, especially when you slowly nod your head. Leaning down, he captures your lips in his, using his grip on your chin to lift you up, making it easier for him.

You reach behind you for the doorknob, gripping onto it and struggling to open the door because Eren’s kisses were already turning you to mush. As if he could tell you were struggling, he reached down, using his bigger hand to completely cover your own before twisting the doorknob. 

You stumble backwards into your place and Eren follows you, kicking the door shut before pressing you up against the wall. You moan when he breaks the kiss, the ticklish feeling on your skin when he moves his face down to your neck. His lips gently graze your skin, searching for the right spot before leaving soft kisses along the column of your throat.

“Eren,” You squeeze at his hair, tugging it hard, eliciting a groan from his lips.

“Yeah? What’s wrong?” He pulls away from your neck, kissing his way up to your lips. His hands holding you up graze your thighs, squeezing them in his grip when you lean forward to kiss him again.

“Couch, please.” You struggle to let the words out, your mind is too foggy, too filled with Eren. He heads down your hallway, placing you gently on the couch before tugging your ankles towards him and opens your legs wide enough to slip his body through your waist and you wrap your legs around his hips, pulling him flush towards your body.

“You okay?” He presses a soft kiss along your neck, pulling a shiver from you, “want anything?”

You unglue your tongue from where it’s been sitting at the roof of your mouth and peek over at him. “What do you mean?”

“I’m your teacher, aren’t I?” Eren hums, keeping his gaze directly on your face while his hand down south gets to moving, tugging at the hem of your shirt and slipping his fingers past to graze your skin. “What do you wanna know?”

“Uhhh—” You let out a shaky exhale when you feel him drum his fingers along the skin of your waist. He bends down to kiss your neck, sucking the skin hard enough you can practically feel the blood rushing to the surface. “God—Eren—” You throw your head back when his tongue darts out to lick just under your jawline, your pulse pulsates on his tongue and he bites down.

“You wanna go to second base?” He mutters along your neck, pressing soft kisses along the skin.

You nod your head and feel Eren’s lips curl up into a smirk when his fingers slowly head down south towards your leggings. Eren remembers what you said earlier, about how Floch went too fast and it made uou uncomfortable. “This okay?” He asks as his fingers hover over the hem of your leggings, hooking a finger through as he waits for the okay.

“Yeah, it’s okay.”

At the confirmation, Eren slowly pulls your leggings down and you shiver when your legs get exposed to the cool air in the room. He bends back down to kiss you, distracting you from where his hands are going and you loop your arms around his shoulders to kiss him better. 

You almost don’t realise his fingers slipping past your panties until you feel them get hooked to the side, exposing your cunt to the cold air. His index finger sensually grazes your clit, rubbing it in slow circles and applying just the right amount of pressure to have you moaning into the kiss.

“That feels okay?” Eren lets his eyes linger along your eyes, continuing his movements when you nod your head and beg him to keep going. He leans down to your collarbone, placing soft pecks along it as his middle finger grazes your entrance. You squeeze your eyes shut when he slowly begins to penetrate it, moving his finger in and out at a slow pace to get you accustomed to the feeling.

You bite at your lip, curling your fingers tighter in the soft hairs  that grace Eren’s neck and you tug him back up to you for another passionate kiss. His tongue swiping against your bottom lip for access into your mouth. The second you let him in, he’s groaning into the kiss, thrusting his fingers a little faster and brings his thumb up to rub your clit.

“I’m cl—close, I think, ‘Ren.” You whisper, a string of spit connecting your mouth and his own. He grins and is quick to lap it up with his tongue and sucks on your bottom lip, sinking his teeth in before pulling away.

“Already?” Eren decides to add another finger and you almost scream at the stretch. He twists his fingers everytime he pulls them out, shoving them back in and grazes his fingers right against your sweet spot. You’d never actually managed to reach it yourself, so this was an entirely new feeling for you, gripping onto the back of his shirt, you squeal and tighten up. Your walls cling to the skin of his fingers and it makes Eren groan.

If you were squeezing the fuck outta his fingers, just imagine his dick. Fuck, he groans into your neck, applying more pressure onto your clit as he enjoys the feeing of you squirming beneath him, moaning into the shell of his ear as you struggle to suppress your voice when you feel your g-spot being stimulated from two fronts. “Ah, fuck, fuck! Ere—” You don’t even get to finish his name because he’s pressing his lips onto yours, shoving the length of his tongue to push your moans back down your throat. 

“You’re gonna wake up everyone,” Eren chuckles against your lips as he feels his fingers being soaked by your cum. Eren looks down to where his fingers are shoved deep inside you, taking a moment before he wriggles them out. You watch as he brings his fingers out and how they’re completely drenched in your moisture. 

Your eyes widen, lips parted in shock when he begins to lap up his fingers, closing his eyes to enjoy the taste of you better. Your throat feels dry as you watch him suck his own fingers. He peeks his eyes open and ushers his fingers to your mouth, shoving them inside your own and waits until you begin sucking at his fingers. 

It’s a little weird, tasting yourself plus his own saliva on his fingers, but the scene made you clench around nothing. You found it strangely hot.  When he pulls his fingers out, he wipes them against his trousers before sitting back against the couch, wrapping a hand around your waist, he tugs you up to his lap. “So how was that?” 

You brace your hands against his shoulders, pulling you as close to him as possible. “I loved it. Thank you, Eren.”

“It’s no problem.” He brings a hand to the back of your head, pushing you down to meet his lips in a soft kiss.

***

Eren sighs as he takes his jacket off, tossing it on his couch as he flops down next to Armin who was reading a book. “You stayed there a long time, it’s been like 30 minutes. Everything okay?”

“Yup.” Eren closes his eyes as he leans his head to rest on the back of the couch. Armin nods at his answer, flipping the page of his book before he remembers something. 

“Oh! I think your new friend forgot her phone.” Armin reaches inside his pocket, pulling out your phone. “I was cleaning Connie’s mess and saw it under one of the cushions.”

“Oh shit.” Eren takes the phone and examines it front to back. The lockscreen is a photo of you and Hitch, she’s doing a silly face at the camera and you’re doing a simple smile, one that he’s seen lots of times. It’s a cute photo, he thinks, the longer he stares at it. Infact, the longer he stares at you, he realises that you’re really attractive and it’s weird that he hasn’t seen you around school before. 

Eren doesn’t really like attention, which is ironic because he managed to befriend the loudest people in his school, Connie Springer and Jean Kirstein. Their presence is practically known everywhere because of their distinct voices. As much as he loves their company, he prefers being on the quiet end, another reason why he loves Armin so much.

No girl troubles, no drugs, no drama. 

But being friends with people like Connie and Jean, means they get a lot of girls. Eren has had his fair share of girls these past few years, not that he really enjoyed it that much. It’s gotten a bit repetitive and he hasn’t been sleeping around as often as his own friends, rather focusing on his education.

It wasn’t until his basketball coach had a meeting with the head of the school, telling him his grades were below par that he needed to step up. If he wanted to go pro, he at least needed an education, rather than just relying on his basketball skills alone. 

It’s been two months since he’d last slept with a girl, now trying his hardest to focus on school but the second you showed up last week, asking him to teach you how to have sex? It was weird, he was a little weirded out. But the stress of school was getting to him and it hit him that he needed some action.

Maybe that’ll get him back into the groove of things. 

So he accepted.

He still is a little shocked he’s never seen you around before. You’re really pretty first of all, and it’s surprising one of his friends hasn't tried moving to you yet. But at the same time, you’re not the most popular girl in school, you nor Hitch. You’re more on the academic side of things which sadly enough, doesn’t make you that known in school. To be known, you gotta be a cheerleader, or some sort of sports player. Eren can’t help but think it’s very cliche. 

He glances down at the phone once more and decides that he wants to meet up with you again. Maybe tomorrow, he’s going to spend his time to find you, use the phone as an excuse to talk to you again and maybe schedule your next ‘lesson’ together.

part two here

alexa, play daddy issues

toji stroking your face after he makes you cum so hard you end up crying. he pushes the hair stuck to your face behind your ears, brushing calloused and scarred fingers over your soft skin.

“you did so well, baby” he coos, leaning in to press kisses to your wet cheeks. “such a good job”

your head lolls to the side, smiling up at your lover. “yeah?”

“mmhmm” his hand cups your cheek. “so good”

“you make me feel good” your words are starting to slur as your eyes droop. “so good” parroting his words.

toji nudges you face, trying to keep you awake. “hey. stay with me darlin’. You gotta have some water and pee”

you shake your head sleepily. “wan’ sleep”

toji chuckles, hands sliding under your body to carry you to the bathroom. “you can sleep after you pee, come on baby”