fratboy!eren has two distinct sides.
the one everyone sees,, the guy who pumbles into a handstand to chug out of a keg. the one with impeccable cheekbones and a bone structure that resembles a god.
the cocky frat boy with a tongue piercing and tattoos that run towards his v-line. the one who constantly gets his way. and ultimately hes alright with that.
he was okay with everyone seeing him as those things, courageously handsome eren yeager who’s the life of the party.
and then… he has the normal one, the real one. the one who comes out when the clock hits twelve, the parties over and its just him alone.
the one that's restless at night from overthinking. the one overwhelmed with school and football and his parents and the fear of being a disappointment.
the one that turns eager for more, something deeper. compassionate. and knew it wasn't here, it couldn't be. not with the life that surrounded him.
he thought that until he saw you, at a party in late july. people were shuffling, pushing past you in that large crowd. you looked… out of place. like a candid picture he couldn't center.
honey blonde colored hair pulled behind your ear with a swoop, hoop earrings, a couple of piercings. dressed in dark jeans that pulled your cheeky hips in and a tan-ishly white shirt that was begging for a spill.
that tinted smell of booze and weed lingers, clouding around you like a hoard of wasps that smelled innocence. you weren't meant for this life, this path you forsakenly chosen on a whim.
it was evident. a real life tale.
his mouth dried, smoke falling from the crevices of his teeth.
he barely remembered what connie was yelling over the music. he just knew that was it. you were it.
he was going to have you and in some suspiciously strange way, he stuck to his word.
fratboy!eren found you in the halls one day, a week after the party, walking with newly bought textbooks in your hand.
they weighed a ton. he offered to carry them.
you thought he was… sickeningly sweet for someone who looked so mean.
he had something about him that felt fake though. you just couldn’t place it.
was it the tattoo’s trailing up his bucky arms? the constant sharpness his eyes never failed to hold?
or was it the fact that he was the most known person in these halls you hadn’t cared to learn about.
the moment you were out of high school, you were over the schemes of toddlers, drama.
so, you stuck to it. bed by ten, using free time to get away from this school, which only ever leads you to the campus park.
sitting in your car eating a cheese burger and studying was normal. because it had to be. you weren't keen on losing track of your placement, but on the occasion you differed.
you weren't alone most nights anymore.
you weren't sleeping at ten on weekends.
you were sneaking out of the dorms to sit in eren’s granite crystal colored jeep wrangler every weekend. letting your curls flow in that cold august wind, caramel sickled skin glowing from street lights.
occasionally, when the wind would slow, you’d look at the driver seat and wonder what you were doing.
this was different, surreal. something people dreamed about. you grew mentally confused with yourself unknowingly.
what were you doing in this car so late at night, being careless?
then eren glances your way, undeniable hearts in his puplis, swooned by the perfection that reflects inside of his eyes. the answer sits in front of your face.
you’ve grown to enjoy those looks. he gawks at you like you're a blooming flower. one with many curves and sides he wants to flip around to learn, study.
you learned early on that eren was quieter than he seemed. his looks were deceiving and since it was always just you two, which you found odd, you never questioned it.
you discovered his ways early on.
how he liked his hair, out of his face but he couldn't help the few fly aways that fell throughout the day.
his preferred meals. his favorite childhood toy. little things you asked whenever a red light inconveniences you both.
he did the same, if not more.
he skipped over favorite colors and asked about your family. you almost chewed your lip off that night. you asked the same, he said it's complicated in a more proper form.
eren liked how you kept him aware of his lies. it was obvious he was running away from something when he was around you.
it spoke in the way he moved.
sometimes, when you were both quiet and enjoying the sound of trees swaying, he’d tap the steering wheel and pout his lips up, like he was hesitating to ask you anything when there was nothing to distract his thoughts.
he acted like a child, trying to learn about boundaries and communications for the first time and you helped him. told him right from wrong, dabbled into his life in ways his closest friends wouldn't dare to.
kept him from failing algebra, kept a spare hair tie on you cause he loved the cheaper ones that popped after a few hours.
he even walks you home after late nights at the swing set on campus.
the little things seemed to catch up to you.
i caught myself by paramore blasts through the jeep’s speakers.
you stop yourself from shouting the lyrics, sticking to the opened window, arm draped on the seal like you owned the passenger seat.
it was stupid, so very stupid but you were falling for him.
but you were content with saying nothing.
it was okay to ignore that side. — to ignore some of his insanely addicting personality traits, his need to know you. to ignore that silence that falls that never becomes awkward like it would with anyone else.
because eren is a friend. a damn good one too.
other than the pound of your heart every so often, when it came down to it fratboy!eren was just a buddy. he kept you sane, you kept each other sane. like you were both some kind of escape for one another.
and ruining that felt like some unnamable hell.
so, it couldn't be anything. you couldn't risk telling him how you felt and losing it entirely. eren yeager is your friend, one of your closest if anything.
that’s all it would ever be.
until that night happened.
it was the first party of the winter semester. everything was frozen over with icicles. it was nearly impossible to walk to campus let alone drive.
but the party must go on.
things started to get real, busy. you weren't blowing eren up, it wasn't like he was either.
in some kind of odd way, things went back to how they were before you met him. bed by nine now due to early studying, sitting in the living room and gathering heat in the afternoon.
the boring things that summed up your past life.
eren was just that, a close stranger… one you had finally taken the time to listen about in the halls…
it wasn’t like you were sticking your ear out to hear it or anything!
it just sort of happened. you overheard one of your roommate's friends say his name and like a hawk, you paused in your steps, retracting just barely.
they were saying something about his ways, parties?
but there was one thing for certain, some of the words in there didn't even sound real.
eren was always calm, somewhat levelheaded. trying to change from something he never shared when he was around you.
but those names… the party animal, the man whore. the frat boy fishing for compliments while he does pullup’s on an unstable door.
it didn't seem like him… but you’ve been proven wrong once before.
so because you were curious, you barely even wavered when your roommate, annie welcomed you to come. her eyes narrowed at your haste, asking if you were sure. you nodded, scurriling away to get ready.
call it suspicion or intuition or just that pit in your stomach screaming you'll only be young for so long. anything but that unknown feeling you felt for him was okay to blame
you’d taken so many risks with eren anyway and a party, especially one you could leave at any time, wasn’t going to bother you too much.
so, you didn't let it worry you, if anything you thought positively. walking into that smoke insulated room was like walking into a hotboxed sauna. it was crowded but not enough to feel stuffy or squashed.
there’s disco lights shining down from corners, red solo cups decorating the tiles already, people bumping and grinding in the living room.
you tuck yourself in as much as you could the entire way to the kitchen, where annie led you like she knew the layout better than anyone.
the person you’d never met. the side of someone you never expected to see.
annie watches you stare in horror, a soft smirk on her face. “ he’s ridiculous right?”
“ yeah. “ you felt torturably hot. like your skin was going to explode all over these walls.
who was this man you were staring at… this stranger.
he looked different when he wasn't tripping over his own dirty sneakers at an abandoned playground at two in the morning.
he wasn't the eren that got a woodchip stuck in his palm and begged you to take it out.
he couldn't have seemed far from him right now.
surrounded by liquor bottles, half empty cups and a group that looked dazingly high was eren.
he stands tall with a shot glass in his hand, it’s filled to the brim with clear. his navy blue band t-shirt is wrinkled and lazily lifting up from the sides.
to his left and right are two girls, bumping against him like they are fighting to soak into his skin.
there's another boy with long blonde hair that stops at his shoulders and nerdy glasses to the far left, pouring up another shot and rolling it to eren.
he looks towards you both and gives annie a giddy smile. annie walks to him slowly. you stay stuck to these marble floors in pure shock.
eren looks almost happy? a smile is hanging on his lips, but it doesn't quite reach his eyes like it usually did. like it did with you.
before annie could get any further, she spoke. “ •༝•, are you even here right now? “ shaking out of your head, you nod at annie.
“ my bad, spaced out. i think i'm going to walk home. this isnt… yeah. “ you’re practically frowning trying to find the words. this wasn't it, this wasn't what you expected at all.
eren chugs down the first shot and reaches for the second, there’s cheering all around. the girls press into him harder, you cringe but you couldn't take your eyes off of him.
his overnight smugness, the confidence that radiates off of him like a scoldend. it made you feel ill.
“ what? we just got here and it’s too cold to walk back again. “ annie replies. you don't care. you can't. it's either you stay and watch or walk out of this incredibly unreliable place.
you open your mouth, barely giving her an ounce of your attention. you were going to choose the ladder.
just then, eren looks at the open cavity of the kitchen, where you stood awkwardly, watching him.
you didn't know why... eren was a friend, a secret friend you felt ashamed to say you knew, now. so why was your skin burning hot, why were your hands rattling against your chest?
why do you feel like you should've been more, known more.
the look in his eyes felt draining. the rings crease up, softening in on one another. he tries to pry himself out of the middle of the two girls.
you turn to walk away but annie grabs at your leather jacket, his leather jacket. the one that smelled like forestry and cologne.
you shake your head at her, your throat seizing up, unable to speak. her face contorts then she catches the look on eren’s face, how determined he seems to make it to you.
you walk out of the kitchen, hands bundled inside of the pockets as you push through whoever you have too.
there’s a flurring in your ear. the music, the smoke is too much. it’s overstimulating. the second hand high jumbles your brain.
you continue walking, passing by faces that look blurry.
you could feel the eyes on you, annie’s quickly fading as she lets you walk, strangers. then you feel something physical, something tough and strong.
that hand speckled with skeleton bones grabs at your shoulder softly.
“ hey, hey? “ he coaxes, pulling you to the side of the room, by the wall where the staircase is still visible. you just… stare at him. whole heartedly.
you look at his face, his slurred lips, the glow in his eyes that returned only when he spotted you. the fatigue under his lids. he’s breathing so hard his lips are quivering, his breath is hot with vodka and something clearer.
his eyebrows pull in to meet the structure of his nose. you almost chuckle out of confusion. “ who are you, eren yeager? “
“ wha- what does that mean? “ he asks puzzlingly, clearly offended.
“ who are you? “ your head doubles down as you speak, as if you were asking yourself the same thing as well.
“ i’m me? “ he rushes, like he doesn't mean it enough to think about it.
“ no, you're not you. “ you point stubbornly at the kitchen, barely taking notice of the eyes circling around. the living room was the most crowded place after all.
eren notices though, his eyes dart to you, the room. the staircase. you watch him panic. your finger stays in the direction of the kitchen.
“ that wasn't you in there. “ you pause, eyes squinting. “ did you even enjoy that? “
the disappointment in your eyes startles him.
eren swallows his tongue. he felt like he was being lectured. he hated it. he hated how his adam’s apple swells. how his tonsils felt like they were enlarging.
his view falls onto the brown leather jacket, he scowls.
you let your hand fall to your side. there's a thought in the back of your head saying you are over reacting, that he isn't yours to boss around.
but this wasn't right, you weren't even mad about the girls. you were at him for choosing this…
after every single one of those talks. he was here, drinking, being felt up on like… like some kind of object! these people didn't know him, the real him and he gives them everything they want like some kind of hero.
“ go back. “ is what you tell him, swiping your arms onto your chest. his jacket rubbing against the fabric of your cold ivy t-shirt.
“ go be the real you bro. “
he didn't stop you when you walked away this time.
it made that pit grow larger. you walk home alone, in the cold, on frozen concrete, barely keeping yourself from sobbing.
you have no right to feel like he owes you something but it’s deeper, you pleaded with yourself.
you wasted your breath trying to fix something that was aligned to go back. the underlining of his words were just a cut. they were just a false dream. he was a false dream.
you fell for something fake.
that cracks something open.
you were barely to the dorms when you felt it. the hot streaks fall cold onto your cheek. the tears fell as you fought for some kind of heat, comfort in this cold city.
you spent months relying on some kind of hoax. those days you checked your phone thinking he’d call first. like he always did. you waited for nothing.
you made it to the dorms and dug into your pocket for the house key. when you made it inside you barely registered it.
you fell onto your bed the second you could.
you were okay with falling asleep right now, at least it was false with a purpose. your eyes close, eyelashes still wet and littered with clumps of mascara.
but you couldn't even make it that far.
not when a loud knock startles you.
knuckles deep on your front door, whoever is beating it up has to be crazy or in need of help.
you demur, but decide to get up.
she’s forgotten her key countless times but why would she even be back this early? surely she hadn't left to check on you.
more reason to find out who it is.
your bed creaks as you get off. tiptoping to the door, still in your same clothing, just with tired, puffy glands.
you look inside of the peephole first to be sure, lifting the black cover.
you pause right there, face to face with them.
those panicked black pupils surrounded in emerald.
he shuffles on his feet like he knows he’s in some kind of deep hole. which isn’t far off. his lips are poked out and cracking, dried pink.
he looks left then right and before he can lift his hand to knock and earn you and annie a noise complaint, you open it regretfully.
his hand stays frozen in the air. you notice his lack of a jacket immediately.
“ what eren? “ there's clearly some ‘mmph’ in your voice. he straightens up.
“ i’m sorry. “ he rapidly spits out, half expecting you to slam the door in his face.
his blinks are spaced out like he’s still waiting for it. “ okay. is that all? “
“ no! “ your eyebrows forward down.
it’s already bad enough that he’s here after you silently cried the whole way home, but now he’s here with nothing planned to say..?
that’s worse than even coming to apologize. your blood grew icy.
“ can i come in and explain? it’s really cold. “ his arms were paler than before. the breeze definitely is overbearing. unfortunately, it would make no sense for him to be sick.
so, you step to the side and let him in.
you unconsciously walk to your bedroom after shutting and locking the front door behind him. he follows awkwardly, no longer that cocky, frat boy you’d once seen before.
most of the times eren never came inside.
you two were strictly grab gas, food and drive kind of pals but there was one time he was allowed in. you had to go grab a blanket, he wanted to see your room only because you mentioned your posters.
you didn't have the heart to say no.
so, you let him inside of your room, letting his smell coincide on every earthly thing possible. he touched the posters as he passed by them, saying a small fun fact about them when his fingers brushed along the ends.
you never admitted how much that made your heart flutter, and probably never will.
you sit on the edge of your bed, tightening the jacket. he stays by the door, briefly leaning onto the frame, still shuffling out of panicked nerves. glancing around the room like he's looking for something out of place and passing by himself.
his feet ring on the carpet each time he tries to move. you roll your eyes at the noise.
“ i'm not mad at you eren. “ he stops.
“ really? “ he asks in disbelief.
“ no, i have no reason to be. “ your gaze stays on the ground. you barely miss the hope in his eye’s dim. you don't even believe it yourself.
“ i'm just so confused. is that what you couldn't tell me about this entire time? “
he grumbles. “ yes and no. “ he sucks in a very deep breath, his hands falling into his navy blue jean pockets. you can see his skin jittering from the bed.
“ i didn't want you to get caught up in all of that. “
your leg starts to bounce. “ what? the party lif- “ he cuts you off.
“ no who i become when they want some kind of action. “ oh. his shadow becomes further away as he looks down at the flooring as well.
“ i just- i do dumb shit and people praise it like its right so in the moment… it's fine. “ he shakes his head, disagreeing with himself even as he explains it.
“ i don't have to worry about anyone who does or doesn't like me, i don't give a shit about that, so it never mattered. “
“ but it's different with you. “ he whispers. it's low, a hum you catch the tune to.
you bite your lip, feeling some kind of build up of misfortunately placed emotions fall from undiscovered cracks.
“ i care about how you see me. how you think of me scares the hell out of me. like- like when i saw you i felt like i couldn't breathe. “ one of his hands comes out of his pocket, falling onto his chest, he squeezes his shirt then lets it go.
your heart is hammering against its cage in freight. somehow all of that anger fades into something reliable. sadness.
“ i thought i’d fucked this up and i get it if i did. but i'm not a liar. “
his feet shuffle on the ground. you keep your eyes trained on the floor. you don't have the heart to look up at him, not like this. not when you're on the verge of tears again and he almost, almost sounds like he is too.
you were sure even if you did look up and see him, those baby greens of his filled with horror, water coating his lid lines. that look of genuine fear that only forms by the thought of losing you.
you were going to spill your guts all over him.
his shoes came into view, the black and white jordan’s with barely any creases.
fratboy!eren drops to his knees in front of you, in a kneeling arch as if you are some kind of queen.
the soft thud made your thighs squeeze together. you couldn't believe it. surely, you were dreaming.
his hands shake while they softly plant onto your own clothed knees. you tense up, he goes to move them. you grab them to keep them planted.
“ i'm eren. i'm your eren. thats the real me and im scared because if i fucked this up- “ his lips pop together, he doesn't even want to speak like that. like he’d lost this because of his own stupidity.
his fingers pattered on your jeans, reluctant. you finally give up, looking at his glowered face.
it's just as you imagined.
pink lips plump from his stress chewing, his nose rosy from the cold. his muscular arms fidgeting, you can't decipher if it’s because of the chillness or if he’s holding back.
“ you didn't eren, not this time. “ his chest flares. “ i just wanted you to be honest. i always want you to be. “
“ i know, i know. “ he whispers again, maybe by accident this time. his head lowers, barely touching your thighs. “ i promise i'll change. “
this is the first time you've ever been this close to him in your life. you hold your breath.
he’s never tried anything, maybe that's why you clung onto him so much and why he kept the label friend this entire time.
he’s respectful, a gentleman at times and wants genuine connection and not the warmth of another body.
everything you’ve somewhat ever wanted.
the closest you've ever gotten to him was in roman tulion’s classroom. he spammed your phone saying his hair band popped and he needed another one.
you rushed like it was some kind of emergency, because eren’s darkened brown locs touching his face was a sin.
you could remember the patterns of his hair. how shiny it was, how soft it was when you combed it into your palms to make that hairstyle he couldn't ever seem to let go of.
his face hovered by your belly button while you tied it back into that signature bun.
your stomach was sucked in the entire time.
you felt like you were going to pass out from the lack of oxygen. his covered elbows were on his knees, laying comfortably, like this was something normal between you both.
when you finished, you waited a few seconds. you tangled through it one last time. feeling the silk of the strands, the smell of coconut buried into your fingers.
you said, “ your hair mats up so easily. “ and he said, “ it's because of my mom’s genes. “
it took awhile to let that go.
now he’s here, head just almost in your lap, his back muscles flexing from behind that tight band shirt that’s lifting just enough to catch a peep of black ink.
submitting in an unearthly way, telling you all of his deepest fears like you'll keep them from happening yourself.
your fingers hesitantly fall onto his head, threading through to find that band, your pink hair band.
a pleasant smile falls onto your lips. “ you don't have to be ashamed to show me the parts you want to fix ‘ren. “
“ i'm supposed to be here to watch you change. “ you stroke his scalp, he shudders. “ and you will. “
his head finally falls onto your lap, gaining its own spot. you could feel the soft streaking of something wet form. you didn't bring any attention to it.
the christening of soft low cries and the water heater in the next room was enough to make you feel like this was okay,
in some kind of way, this was an emotional confession. one you’d be happy with if nothing else were to falter.
you could think about this for months, years even knowing that you weren't alone in this boat. that deep down fratboy!eren was just as into this as you are.
eren lets out a soft huff after a while, swaying his head side to side on your pants, leaving you with all of his wet marks.
“ m’sorry, i probably look like such a pussy. “ he says muffled, you ignore how much it tickles you.
“ never. “ if anything it made him more of a man.
he lifts his head up slowly, watching light hit his eyes after some many minutes. he blinks a couple of times, looking up at you through his fly aways. chin tilted, head leaning uncanningly.
tangible danger. that's all you could think. his fingers nibble on your jeans, prying them apart as he uses them to sit up fuller, becoming taller, eye level.
“ hey eren. “ you grimace.
eren’s baggy, red eyes are whelping up just enough for a bubbly line to be visible. the small mole by the left side of his mouth curls as he smiles, a real one this time.
“ hi •༝•. “ crawling up your body, but barely missing any assets. he finds his way to your heart. his hand covered in those detailed bones gently touches your smooth face.
his thumb rubs against your cheek, soft and rugged.
your skin grows bumpy. “ what do you want from me? “ your voice lowers, his thumb stops at the left corner of your mouth, then his other joins.
he looks like he’s analyzing you, like you aren't truly real.
like he’s mentally pulling you apart limb for limb to find robotic parts, only to see you are very much real, alive and willing to stick with him.
his other thumb stops at the right corner of your mouth, his warm palms on your cheeks. your eyes droop down, his pupils dilate.
" what are you thinking about? " you ask.
" you. " he replies, total infatuation in his voice. " only you. "
“ ‘think i'm in love with you entirely… “
a low gasp falls from your lips, he feels the breath of it and sighs. like it's enough to tip him over board. “ i need you. that's all i want from you. “
a pirated part of his brain says to jump in, rush, take what's his but he can't. his lips are still shaking from crying, the puddle still visible in your lap.
his left thumb swipes at your bottom lip gently before he moves it down and leans in so slow it almost feels dreamlike and sensational.
you’re just about ready to believe he’ll pull away when your lips do touch.
the moment they touched, you felt it. that spark. that build up of willingness falling from a threshold. you both let out a soft moan, it's swallowed inside of the kiss.
his thumbs stay there, growing hotter on your cheeks.
he wants to feel you, keep you close. so he does just that. when his kisses traveled lower, they were silent, slow. leaving wet strides filled with grace.
he almost died when he saw you topless, in a black lace bra, he couldn't believe it. he was sitting over you, watching your face contrast into pleasure from him, from his touches alone.
but he had to be cool, had to make it up to you.
his mouth covers around the exposed parts of your boobs, sucking enough to hear a pop. you're stretching into it, letting out cute, jumpy gasps he keeps clawing out of your throat.
those purple bruises eggs him on.
when he took that bra off, he knew he couldn't keep it in.
“ i'mgoingtolosemyfuckingmind. “ he jumbled, wincing into the air.
“ over some tits? “ you tilt your head, fingers ringing down the middle of your chest cavity.
he blushes. “ that's not- it’s you. “ his eyes narrow, fingers dancing along to yours, until they stop at the underside of your boob. he pauses, looks at you once more.
his lips wrap around your brown nipple so lushly tight, you instantly give him a reaction. your back arches, a hard whimper falling out.
he drags it up, tongue wrapping around the bud, claiming.
his black tongue piercing bobbles against it. your knee hits the front of his jeans. he hisses, his rough hands falling to your sides, keeping you from moving.
there's a fine line of how much he could take and you were becoming aware of that…
“ you sound so good, so fucking good for me. “ he says while applying pressure to your clit through your underwear, feeling that wet stain form.
“ so fucking wet for me, i make you this wet baby? “ he says it so smoothly it makes your head spin in loops. you can barely respond. an hour ago you were crying now you were again, just from overwhelming pleasure.
“ dont know how many times i dreamed of this. “ he places a kiss onto your craned neck, then he sucks hard. that mixed with his fingers sliding to cross your panties over was almost enough to make you cum, almost.
you felt rendered, brainless just from a few touches and he loved it, oh how he loved seeing you like this. completely surrendering yourself to him, he strives for your vulnerability, your trust.
but he needed you to say something, to hear you say he’s making you feel good. him. he wasnt fucking up this time, he was doing good.
“ so good, eren fuck! keep going. “ and when you did, the reaction was immediate.
his head fills with loose pressure, he stills. you pout, eyes glossy. you roll on the sheets gently, trying to work his fingers into the right places on your own.
“ why? “ you whine. he’s quiet.
“ say it again. “ his deep voice echoes through your eardrums, you heave.
you could barely question before he was back to petting your insides with his fingers, thrusting them down deep into your walls.
you grab at his forearm, he doesn't let up, face contorted with concentration.
he’s pushing in so deep, it has your hips grinding up to meet his slenders. that wet slush so loud the four corners of this room have no choice but to endure it.
“ say it. “ he’s breathing heavily, hovering to the left of you, watching the way your head tilts up just to see him.
“ please. “ he asks huskily, fastening his pace.
“ you're making me feel so good ‘ren s-so good. “ his head drapes further down, his eyes closing. his cheeks are so pink and his finger, oh his fingers never stop, not even when you were coming. not even when you were seeing stars and letting out incoherent words.
matter of fact he went a step further, he gets onto his knees, again and stuffs his face full of your cunt.
his tongue drags along your slit, gathering every inch of your taste. dragging your underwear down with him, the tip of his nose brushing at your clit.
he moans, actually moans and shivers.
“ taste so fucking ngh. “ he’s mumbling onto your clit, swirling his tongue in tight circles until you stutter back from his touches. which gets you nowhere because he keeps pulling you back in.
the ball of his tongue ring rolls onto your clit like ice, your body is so sensitive you’re spazzing.
“ ‘ren no, gnna cum again. i want to ride you. “ he pauses right there, with his tongue flat on your entrance, his eyes boring up at you. it's not an unsure pause or nervousness, it's like he's trying to keep himself from cumming and that makes it all the more harder.
he kisses your clit. you bite your lip and ruffle his hair. he hastens to stand to his feet. time starts to slow when he reaches for the bottom of his shirt first.
his fingers claw at the ends, god you loved that shirt and how it made his veins pop but when it came off it was a new story.
it was a new canvas to scatter upon, something you could get used too entirely.
his abs are chiseled, a faint dark happy trail forming. his dark brows are out of place and sweaty. his hair sliding out of that hair tie. he’s perfect. the closest thing to perfect.
then his pants drop and you can't even blame those two girls for smothering him down.
your eyes widen heavily, dropping to his waist then further down. he chuckles. “ you okay over there? “ you let out an unsure ‘yeah.’
no, no you were not. you were sure he was at least eight inches and notably thick. flushed pink and red at the tip, like the thing had been craving you for so long it hurt.
his dick is practically skipping when he fully studies you and something about it makes you want to lose every moral in your body. his knee brushes against the end of your bed, his head cocked to the side, sizing you up.
your thighs fall open, giving him a show worthwhile.
it's sensual in all of the right ways.
his hand rubs down his slickened chest, until it finds the base of his dick. he licks his lips, never taking his eyes off of you.
eyes as dark as ever, like you'll never see him as remotely pure ever again.
his hand drags up his dick, giving it slow tugs,, his pink mushroom tip jumping when your fingers repeatedly tap against your stomach, or more specifically your uterus.
“ think it's going to fit? “
his head rolls onto the back of his shoulders.
“ not gonna matter, you'll learn how to take it. “ you clench around nothing, literally nothing but the air. but you moan like he’s inside of you already, stretching you to pieces.
you tap the space beside you. he listens immediately.
throwing himself onto the bed as plush as possible. your lips curve into a smirk, there isn't an ounce of nerve in your body, how could there be?
he cried in your lap, cried to you, because he thought he’d lose you. that was enough to let anything else that wasn't him fly out the window. including those morals.
your index finger taps at his lips, they part. you kiss him slowly. tongue sliding onto the underside of his, you can taste yourself so clearly. that tang of everclear and something peachy is strong.
it's so dirty it’s almost beautiful.
at one point you were sure the both of you were okay with just this. just a kiss. but there was another part of you itching to try him, to see if you even could take that huge thing.
when you pull away from his lips, he chokes a whimper.
there's a fine line between his resolve and will.
he looks so tough, so on guard all the time but now he looks hopeless, wanting to kiss you, wanting to feel you, like not having that meant dying.
when you swung over his lap, you both felt it. that evident feeling of lust. it's so hot, it made the walls sweat. you lift up just a hair and grab his dick with care, like a fragile package.
he still lets out a muffled noise that could have easily been a groan. his head leans back onto the hello kitty throw pillow, eyes still wide open, still not missing the way you rub the tip through your folds.
the line tears slightly just when you finally grow a pair and stop tip toeing around it. you line him up, he's already feeling up your curves, not forcing, just protecting.
you sink so easily it's surprising it hurts. you suck in a breath, he tightens his hold on you. “ fuckkkkk… “
“ mhmmm, you got it. " he's praising as you take another inch, not even close to taking him all. you're holding your breath, watching it fall into your body.
it feels ethereal. the stretch of him has you keening, holding onto his arms for some kind of support.
“ look at you, taking me so fucking good. “ with every inch, he’s holding you tighter, whispering sweet nothings into the open. the stretch is something but the girth of him has your eyes rolling and your legs already asking for a break.
it feels like forever passes before you bottom out, taking every inch he's willingly giving out.
you lean down, falling into his chest. eren wraps his long arm over your back, his hand squeezing in on your hips, moving you just a bit.
it's enough to make you squeal into his neck. his sweat made it impossibly hard for him to realize how much he was sinking you back down onto him. he kept whispering in your ear, kept telling you those little ‘im so proud of you’s’ when you squeezed around him like putty.
“ look at my girl. “ you're not sure if he's talking about you or your pussy at this point. he’s watching your ass bounce from over your shoulder.
“ so big ‘ren. “ he groans. pulling you up, only to let you fall back down onto his dick. it was slow at first, he let you get used to his size which you needed.
you had a little control, rocking onto him like a carousel, feeling that one prominent vein run along your insides like butter.
but eren is impressively impatient.
and somehow, you switched that on.
it was by accident! how did you know you were going to lift up to high and slam back down so easily, ass clapping just enough for it to be hearable.
his mind completely flips right after that. then his sorry’s started flowing…
“ i’m sorry. “ he pumps you down onto his dick with haste. “ i’m so fucking sorry. “
you moan against the shell of his ear, racking a hand down his tatted side.
he was so so sorry for pulling you down onto his dick, he just couldn't help it. you looked so good meshed out, with your hair all messy and your breathing all ragged.
his big hands slither down your spine.
“ m’such a idiot. cant believe i al-most fucked this up. “ his eyes are just barely watering, he looks so unfull of himself, nothing like before.
“ shhh, s-shut up. “ you barely make out to say, nails digging into his skin when he thrusts up instead of manhandling you back down.
“ i need you, need you to be mine please. “ now, he’s just blabbering, completely pussy drunk from you doing nothing but letting him have his way.
the realization of his words hit quickly.
you slap his hip. “ you're n-not asking me out while i'm riding you. “
“ i'm sorry. “ hes quick to say. “ just need you so fucking bad. “ the minute you feel his legs prop, you brace for it.
those babblings get worse. his hands spreads your ass apart. those moans turn into hard groans. the squeals from your pussy fill the room.
it felt like something out of a porno, you were completely lost in pleasure. he’s talking all raspy, softer. keeping those degradingly stickered with praises coming.
“ can't wait for you to cum on my d-dick, might make you do it a couple of times. “ he slurs, his teeth chucking down on his lip, caught in his own thoughts. " gotta keep you satisfied. "
“ eren. “ you hiccup over a moan. you're withering against him, completely letting him go overboard. his balls smack against your ass subtly, only aiding that burn in your tummy.
his hand marks along your ass like an imprint.
your legs start to tremble, mind going impossibly blank for the second time this night.
“ oh fuck, mhmmmm, you gonna cum for daddy baby? “
he’s getting greedy, sucking onto your neck, leaving a bruise, giving you a reminder. his dick runs along your walls like a rod, prodding deep at something you thought would stay untouched.
you barely render that you're cumming this time. you tap at his sides, letting out husky little gasps. his name falling just loud enough from your lips to tip his balance over.
“ fu- baby, i’m cumming. “ he ticks off that line just as it breaks.
his pace stutters, his noises growing. the feeling of something hot and sticky floods your pussy, you kiss along his collarbone to somewhat tell him thank you, throat so dry you aren’t even sure you can speak.
his chest stays on yours, heaving up and down. you both stay quiet, not really thinking. just trying to rest. your gel x’s keep coaxing up his sides, drabbling along to the indents you felt.
you can barely get over the smell of him. the musk of dolce and gabbana light blue and something strong like liquor.
you’re both catching your breath, when you say. “ you really asked me out… while fucking me. “
fratboy!eren exhales from his nose, letting a small snicker fall. “ if i ask again right now would it work? “
