eren jaeger x gn!reader โบย college!au ; suggestiveย
Youโd bet your life that Eren Jaeger is the best kisser out there.
ย ย ย College isโand you mean this wholeheartedlyโhectic. You have no time to spare your attention anywhere else but on pushing through your heap of assignments with heinous amounts of coffee. A significant other? Hah, thatโs out of the question. You barely have enough time to sleep; what more to kiss college boys, hold hands and go on frivolous dates?ย A โsignificant otherโ just isnโt in your vocabulary. And it isnโt in Erenโs either.
ย ย ย But booze has a sway to its hips and a sultry glint in its eyes, and you two canโtย resist itโor each other for that matter. After all,ย โflingsโ are more than welcome in your lexicon, and theyโre practically engraved in Erenโs.
ย ย ย You vaguely recall him and you stumbling out onto the gravel road fifteen minutes ago, offering the excuse ofย โneeding to get some airโ to your group of friends in the bar whoโreย drinking themselves into oblivion. It definitely wasnโt because you two had been eyeing each other up all night. No, totally not that.
ย ย ย โYou doing alright? Can you even walk straight?โ asks Eren, who was the one who had tripped over his own feet on the way out.
ย ย ย โI can handle my alcohol very well, for your information,โ you scoff. And itโs true. Plus, youโd only had, like, what? One? Two glasses?ย โIโm not a lightweight.โ
ย ย ย Eren grins, looking far too good beneath a shabby street light to be human. You chalk it up to his hair. You always thought he looked best with it tied half-way up, loose wisps framing his pretty face.ย โReally now? You seem like one.โ
ย ย ย โWhatโs that supposed to mean?โ
ย ย ย โThat youโre not as tough as you try to seem.โ
ย ย ย You click your tongue disdainfully, โNeither are you.โ
ย ย ย โAt least I donโt try to act like a saint.โ
ย ย ย You halt a few paces behind Eren, who merely spares you a regaled glance from over his shoulder.ย โI donโt try to act like a saint, Jaeger.โ
ย ย ย A smileโs cadaver tugs at his lips, and Eren axels on his heel to face you head-on. Your glare is resistant to the challenge in the quirk of his brow.ย
ย ย ย โEnlighten me then.โ He strides towards you, a dark figure against the shadows, angled cheekbones illuminated by the fuzzy golden light from above.ย โWhat is it that youโve done that can disprove your holy saintliness?โ
ย ย ย โIโโ your jaw pulses,ย โI kissed a boy. Three boys.โ
ย ย "Ooh, howย risquรฉ,โ he croons, almost mockingly.ย โWith tongue?โ
ย ย ย โWell,โ you bite the inner flesh of your cheek,ย โI didnโt say that.โ
ย ย ย โYouโve never kissed with tongue?โ Eren looks genuinely surprised, voice dry of any teasing lilt.
ย ย ย โI didnโt say that either.โย
ย ย ย โSo, youโve really never kissed with tongue.โ He knits his arms together, leaning forward so his face is inches from yours. His hot breath traverses the expanse of your neck, or maybe itโs just you.ย โAnd you tried to lie about it too. Cute.โ
ย ย ย โKissing still counts even without tongue, Jaeger.โ
ย ย ย โAww, what?โ Eren pouts, bottom lip carnation pink and glistening. He doesnโt miss the way your gaze flickers to it or the way your throat bobs.ย โBut thatโs what the funโs all about. Thatโs proper kissing.โ
ย ย ย โYou speak as if youโre some sort of kissing connoisseur.โย
ย ย ย He veers impossibly nearer, tongue heavy with hints of mint and alcohol.ย โHow would you know whether I am or not?โ
ย ย ย โThen, show me, Jaeger,โ you murmur, eyes brazenly trained on his lips now.ย โShow me how to kiss the โproperโ way.โ
ย ย ย โWith pleasure.โ
ย ย ย Everything feels too intense when youโre kissing Erenโyour senses, instincts, theyโve been amped up to a thousand. Your skin blazes, yet the press of Erenโs hand on your nape burns hotter. You want to drown yourself in him, though his firm chest against yours drags the air out of your lungs and suffocates you. The swipe of his tongue against your lips drives you to root your fingers in his hair, and a rumble resonates within him when you unconsciously tug on the strands. Your kiss is messy, intense and reeks of unadulterated desire. Eren is addicting. You want, no, need more, even if itโll never be enough. When he sucks on your tongue, your inhibitions evaporate, and you make your rapture audible. Eren groans, his excitement blooming beyond tangency. ย
ย ย ย Saliva strings from your mouth when he pulls away to reposition himself, and your teeth are scraping against one another, but neither of you gives a shit. Youโre starting to feel light-headed, but you kiss Eren with perhaps even more fervour, drunk on him: on his lips, his scent, his touch, his groans, on him, him, him, him.
ย ย ย You have to physically tear yourself from each other; ribcages heaving, pupils dilated, and lips swollen like all hell. Erenโs ponytail is a wreck having undergone all the gripping and yanking youโd done. Shit, you didnโt realise you had pulled that hard.
ย ย ย โOkay?โ asks Eren, near panting, though youโre probably no better.
ย ย ย โYeah,โ you whisper.
ย ย ย โGood,โ he mumbles, head tilted and puffy lips closing in on yours once more,ย โbecause Iโm going to do that again.โ
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