𝘭𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘱. ¸.•* 𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘳. 𝘪𝘣: 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘣𝘤 𝘪 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘶𝘷 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯.
there’s a stirring in the air that isn't coming from the big bio mixers in the corner or from the many fridges holding testing disks or tubes.
you’re nibbling on the back of your pen, eyes stuck on the presentation in front of you.
the hairs from your colored honey blonde ponytail is leaving your back itchy over the white lab coat plastered to your body, but in all honestly, you know it has nothing to do with that.
it’s your nerves.
there’s voices everywhere. coming from speakers, from cellphones and one singular desktop. these walls could be so thin at times.
everyone except for you and sasha braus had packed up hours ago.
it's the weekend for some but for you two, it was working and cramming-end. though sasha was going to be heading out once he arrived.
there’s a voice booming in your ear, past your issued headphones. it’s coming from the instructions manual your professor, zoe hange left for you and you're usually on time but on occasions late partner, eren yeager.
the rules or in this case, tutorial is simple.
mix components a and b at the same time, they made sure to say at the same time, so you wrote it down with your sharpest, potent black ink pens.
for component c however, it’s a bit difficult. they state in a sterner voice than usual.
the wait time between the three is five minutes. not less, not any more. if it somehow goes over the wait time, they have to restart immediately.
hange goes on to say that the last students to try this out messed it up entirely and they paused.
“ -exhibited odd after effects. “ they don't classify that, or go on to explain the after effects at all and for some reason it makes it all the more worse. you chew on the tip of your black pen once more.
in no situation should component a, b and c connect if it has been over or under five minutes.
you’re stiffened by that considering something that little could be so hard to accomplish but this is for your thesis, your last one to note.
it has to go completely perfect or you're screwed.
so, when you see sasha, the deer-like goddess sitting at her desk perk up from a sound that isn't from social media. you already know he’s here.
eren, your co-dependent thesis partner since this year.
he’s great for the most part, besides from how awkward it can be when he falls into the groove of silence and pots slurring.
there are fun times, like when he dropped a kettle in the break room and his first instinct was to play dead…?
that still gets to you til this day, or when he looks at you sincerely for help instead of saying anything,
he’s just like that. very attentive, goody but still holding some misbehavior, outside of all of this. he is still a mystery to you.
he’s just your thesis partner, nothing more, nothing less.
as the door clicks, you steal one last glance to sasha as she parts ways, yelling her goodbyes instead of properly stating them.
“ she’s blooming today. “ are the first words that leave eren’s mouth.
he looks presentable like always. white , sterile lad coat on that stops at his sheens. tan khakis with black socks and an untucked white short sleeve adorn his upper and lower body.
his hair is styled in that man bun, but as he let up to you one day, he wanted to cut his hair shorter but wimped out at the last moment.
now, some of his ‘baby’ hairs frame his forehead. there couldn't have been a better choice.
“ i heard her and niccolo hit it off pretty well the other day. “ you comment, watching him drop his black thermos flask on the spare counter by the door and push his ray bans farther up his nose.
the logo blurs from your vision as you sit on the high stool chair, turning to give the screen your attention.
better to be safe than sorry.
eren starts to get busy once he settles into the room.
he opens his plain black book bag and pulls out a journal. it’s navy blue and has the popular book-brand logo on the front. it’s basic.
there’s colored sticky tags and book notes hanging off the sides of the paper inside. there’s so many you were sure if you tried to count, you would fail.
he lays the journal on the long counter that harvests the bio heater and computer.
“ have you gone over the assignment? “ eren lets out a soft ‘mhm’ that sounds like a purr.
“ stayed up all night making sure i understood it.” he replies formally after dipping his hands into the steel sink across the room.
your eyes dash from the screen to his covered upper back.
“ look at you being on top of your stuff. “ you joked playfully, he turns his head, his ember-like eyes boring into you like a threat, although they hold the same playfulness yours have.
he smirks. “ when have i ever not been? “
“ let me think… “ you come up empty handed, of course.
eren was always on top of his stuff. he might be a few minutes late, tops, but he was always there when it counted. you would never downplay his skills when it came to making his presence count.
“ oh, is that silence i hear? “ it’s rare you get any form of normal conversation with him, so you push until he’s drying his hands with a paper towel and slipping those black, high reactive gloves on.
you figured it was time to get to business, unfortunately.
you stand up, brushing past him gently to make it to the sink. your hands fall into the rim, the warm water pouring on your palms and fingers.
the unscented soap always made you feel a little woozy, it just smelled like alcohol but it's accustomed to just get it over with.
once you felt you’d run the water and soap on your hands long enough, you pulled them out and dried them.
turning to pay mind to everything else now that the easy part was over, you caught eren’s eyes being glued to the computer screen, headphones over his head.
“ which position do you want to take? “
he glances up then swipes one of the headphones off his ear. “ i'm sorry? “ he was always so polite, proper but sometimes it would slip. you liked when that happened.
“ i asked what position do you want to take. “
“ either or, whatever you feel comfortable with. “ he gives you a brief smile, you return it and pull the gloves onto your dried hands.
the black snaps against your skin, snug and comfortable and you rubbed them together to make sure they would hold.
“ i’ll do the first part and you do the second. “ eren, who didn't put the other headphone back in bobbed his head up and down then he got up from the seat and gave you the lay way.
components a, b and c were already sitting on the white table top, in one of the smaller bio heaters before you’d even arrived.
hange was always looking out for you.
with the ingredients resting in your face, you started the small heater for the five lb flask.
eren goes to grab the flask, it's not the biggest thing but it's enough to hold the small amount of liquid hange requested to have mixed.
the flask gets hot around the edges before long. you and eren share a look of hesitation. “ yolo? “ you weren't sure if that was supposed to be the way to think about this, but you still kept that mindset.
if you think too hard, mistakes can be made.
“ yolo. “ he replied.
grabbing the warm bio-tube from the heater, the blue cap labeled a sits in your left hand while the red cap labeled b sits in your other.
turning to eren fully, he glances at the caps and then at your face, your eyes to be exact.
he twists the caps off without looking down, jungling them in his hands.
it’s been a while since a guy looked at you so sensually and it's all because of some lids. you're overthinking it, surely. still, like a ditz, your heart starts to speed up.
“ thank you. “ you say, it comes out as a whisper.
he doesn't verbally reply. he grunts as confirmation and clears his throat, taking a step back. gosh, he sure knew how to make you so vulnerable and nervous.
he has these eyes that scream of avoidance but sometimes he seemed so readable.
but again, surely it was something inside of your head and eren, your somewhat nerdy but secretive thesis partner wasn't staring at you with some kind of want.
the pot, now heated and ready, awaited your move. you turned the tubes in your hands steadily then gave eren the count down.
“ three, two, one- “ you poured both of the tubes inside of the flask and they mixed immediately. going from clear to a smokey purple before they could even stand a chance.
you shot eren a glance and he flashed the black rectangular timer.
the clock is officially running down.
eren places it directly beside the heating flask and you both just watch it go down in silence until he speaks, surprisingly.
“ how has your day been? “ considering it's eleven at night and this has been lingering on your mind for hours, not the best.
“ alright to say the least. “ you motion towards the flask. “ this has been the most important thing to me. “ eren stuffs his gloved hands into his lab coats pockets, eyes never leaving that timer.
“ how about you? “ you aren't afraid to look away, you have more than enough time.
analyzing him for all his worth while he can’t refuse it, you understood the hype.
his black glasses hover on the tip of his button nose while he towers over the heater. they keep sliding further and further down and it only adds to the appeal that is eren yeager.
“ decent, like you said this is the most important thing right now. “ with that, you both fell back into silence. not awkward, but not ideal.
you keep your eyes on that timer until the two minute mark hits then you both start to whine down.
eren shifts first, he untucks his hands and walks towards the computer, grabbing that blue journal. then, he slyly whispers. “ excuse me. “ by the top of your head, his hands ghosting on your hip to pass by while he goes for the bio heater.
you could feel the goosebumps gather but for what, he was only being polite, surely!
you watch him work, only staying out of his way as he writes something quickly inside of the book then like before, watch the timer go down further.
it seemed like it anticipated this moment as well, once they both kick started, it went down faster.
by the time it hits thirty seconds and you start to toy with any and everything. it feels realer than anything to ever be real.
this was it. this was going to determine whether or not you passed and its nerve wrecking, keeping you in a dilemma of failures mind set.
the tension of sharp green lit eyes on your face causes you to shuffle on your toes.
“ hey, it’s going to work. “ the encouragement falls off of eren’s tongue like nothing, like he’d already decided it would work because he’s doing it and it’s enough for you to actually breathe a bit steadier.
you trust him.
the timer starts to slow ever so slightly when the last seconds come around.
it’s five seconds on the clock, eren already uncapped the last clear solution and he’s waiting, patiently, not a shake in sight.
when it dings, or more so rings loudly to alert everyone it is time to fulfill their duties. eren didn't hesitate. he poured the liquid into the flask and it rumbled, turning from purple to a neon green in milliseconds.
you don't breathe, your breath caught in your throat. eren watches it, unnerved or as it seems from his backside.
you make the first move after, going to the computer, logging in quickly and watching your digital notes appear.
“ okay, we uh. “ you started, scrolling down on the mouse wheel. “ we poured them both in, the color changed to- “
eren lifts his head up.
“ purple. “ he finishes, his voice a grumble. you nod your head, scrolling further down through the notes.
“ then we waited and the color is supposed to… “ wait, this couldn't be right. you glimpse from your written notes to your digital ones.
your eye brows pinch on your forehead, adding a bundle of nerves into the crease that separates them. “ eren. “
eren leans off of the table, eyes glancing from the solution to the computer you’re frantically typing on.
“ what’s wrong? “ he asks with concern oozing from his mouth, you can hear his sneakers squeak on the floor as he hurries to your side.
he leans over you, right hand on the corner of the white table, towering ever so slightly to read the news.
“ it’s supposed to be… black? “ his eyes grow wider by the discovery, then his head turns to the boiling green concoction behind them.
“ that can't be right. we did it right. “ he says confidently, his hands grow eager to be on the computer’s keyboard, so eager that he slides you out of the way, again with his slender fingers and begins to type on it.
you're standing there, puzzled, what could have gone wrong?
eren was so collected about it. he did it right, you were sure. you started to doubt yourself, was this your fault?
you thought back to the way the solutions mixed, maybe they didn’t touch at the same time –
how is this possible right now?
before you both could deescalate the situation, the flask boils over with white bubbles forming from the bottom to the top.
the heater is making a strange abort sound. eren takes one look and abandons the computer, working on complete autopilot.
“ shit, okay lets just restart. i’ll handle this, go get the new tubes. “ he utters, his voice slightly shaky as the liquid only continues to boil over even with the stove top off.
you rush, no you're beyond rushing.
you run to the capsules in the storage fridges.
the realization of it all keeps you on your toes, barely realizing how horrible this is. how this can cost you your entire life.
metaphorically and physically.
you reach the correct fridge, the one in the far right corner.
opening the door to release the air gas, it hits you in your face and you cough only a bit. there’s many names, many colors but the colors you need just… aren't there.
the blue and reds are practically obliterated.
your heart stops. no way was that the only batch, hange made sure to say they could start over.
this can't be right, surely, this was a simple mistake of misplacement.
or… the tubes just aren't here.
crash – something loud hits the floor and shatters before anything can register.
you jet your eyes behind yourself and watch the absolute look of terror on eren’s face expand, his hands still in position as if he was holding something.
that something just so happened to be the flask filled with the wrong components. it’s spilled all over the floor, the green liquid smoking, steam floating up into the air and the vents.
you and eren just stay like that, in one place.
the glass doesn't move, it only reflects. it watches the disappointment on both of your faces.
the haunt.
it’s honestly astonishing that something could go from bad to worse in less than five minutes.
“ this is on me. i’ll clean this up, just get the tubes- “ eren says, hands falling out of their position. his lids are downcasted towards the glass.
“ the tubes aren't here eren. “ you softly remind him, your hands shaking as they lower.
this was it, they failed. all because of a second – actually, you weren't even sure if the time was the issue.
all because of nothing.
eren moves before you do, before you want to. it doesn't sink in until he’s grabbing a broom and dust pan from the storage closet and walking back to the site.
“ what the hell… “ you heard him say.
“ what? “ you shallowly walk towards him, the smell of debris air still trapped on your skin.
“ it's gone. “ he said in disbelief, his hands tightening on the broom. as you get closer, your confusion branches into awareness.
he’s right. the glass is still there, in small pieces but the green liquid is gone.
how did it evaporate before your eyes?
you look at him and he’s quick to do the same. “ the glass. just clean the glass. i’ll see if there's another remedy for the tubes. “ you find yourself saying. it was odd seeing eren so confused. it honestly spooked you.
although, this is the worst thing to happen. you try to make some good out of it. you were sure out of the many capsules in those fridges, there were some similarities to the first tubes.
there had to be. it's all connected.
you stepped over the glass carefully, walking to the computer. this time, you logged in under hange’s tab. they never kept a password on their account, surprisingly.
you watched as all the transcripts unlocked and you searched for the number twelve.
the heater is still making a clinking, alert sound, even with it being off and you try to tune it out, searching until the number twelve is sitting in your face.
you read it over, many times, watching the words hydroparotic and oxygen no-mad make the first capsule and how the second one, b, isn't hard to make either.
the sound of broken glass being swept up and thrown into the trash can makes you keen to eren. he still looks stuck in his head and you're sure you don't look any different.
you jump up, quickly, going back to the opened fridge to search for six capsules.
the colors are easily detectable. pink, tan, green, a lighter green, orange and black. all labeled with hyphenated names.
you bundle them into your arms and lay them on the long table with the computer.
your brain seized in on itself as it remembered the order.
you grabbed a clear bowl, making sure not to drop it and also put it on the table top.
hydro - the second no-mad… okay, then…
you mixed them together creating the first tube. it’s about two ounces of liquid, just enough to work.
the other is a little under three. you weigh them in together and figure it's best to even them out.
that took the longest, you concentrated on that and that only. almost forgetting eren was in the room until he exited from the storage closet, again with a new five pound flask.
it's the same clear color, with the written measurements, just like the one before.
when you were finished, you used the old tubes to keep the liquids secured and placed them inside of the bio heater.
another time limit falling onto you both.
this time, you both were quiet, not engaging in any conversation.
it wasn't voluntary, you just refused to mess up again. you couldn’t afford to remake all of this stuff and there was no more hydropartic to offer in that fridge.
this was your last chance.
when the bio heater finished after two minutes, it was still hot.
you pulled the tubes out and sighed in relief. – but that sigh felt weird… clammy.
maybe you were just dreaming but it almost looked like a layer of vapor came out of your mouth, you brushed it off.
it was probably the steam from the tubes.
with the blue cap labeled a in your left hand and the red in the other. you glanced at the heater and fogged-up rim of heat coming off of the flask.
without warning, eren undid the lids of the tubes, eyes hanging dangerously low. a red ring forming at the bottom of his lash line.
you barely noticed because of his glasses.
your breath hitched. “ thank you… “ it comes out so low, it sounds like a squeaky whisper.
eren, takes a step back, groans with approval and watches you intently. you could feel his eyes on your back, waiting, lurking.
“ yolo. “ he said.
you held them up, making sure they had the same amount of liquid then you poured them in. they slouched together, falling as one and being greeted with familiarity.
the color shifts from clear to a solid purple, resting at the bottom of the flask.
you turned your head, giving eren a look which he replied with the black timer. the clock ticking down from five minutes. five minutes down, no more to go.
the clock ticks soundlessly beside the heater, they stare at it and it just watches them.
you both don't speak at first, but when you do, or when eren does, you get hit with a simple stain of deja vu.
“ how has your day been? “ your head tilts, eyes cloudy as you try to think on those words.
you could've sworn you’d heard them before, of course you had, but it felt like you’d heard him say that recently.
it was most likely from yesterday.
“ alright to say the least. “ you point at the flask, eyes unwavering from the timer. “ this has been the most important thing to me. “
eren lets out an awkward laugh. “ okay, so either i imagined asking you something like that and that was your same reply, or i am genuinely going crazy. “
for once, your eyes leave the timer and you chuckle suddenly.
“ i was… thinking the same thing. “ you both let out half breathy laughs.
it feels like your bones are vibrating by the time you’re done laughing and stealing glances from behind eren’s glasses.
his eyes were a deeper red, he looked like he’d just smoked many ounces of marijuana. wait, was he high? are you high right now? because you surely feel like it.
you’re loopy, feeling somewhat wobbly on the tiles. your hands are jittering, moving on their own.
“ um, are you feeling okay? “ eren’s movements start to get sporadic, his hands are twitching behind his gloves, his lips turned up into a grin. ” cause i think i’m feeling something. “
you were both easily experiencing the same thing. shortness in breath, boarder-line paranoiac symptoms, a sudden burst of energy,
“ is it like a rush? “ you ask, unable to hide your laughs anymore.
the timer goes completely out of the window, everything that matters is staring back at you, judgement seemingly gone.
“ ye-ah, yeah! god, i haven't felt this since i lost my- um. “ you covered your mouth, nose scrunched and beyond the point of return.
the floor becoming unstable, the room only becoming a prop.
“ anyways, you alright? “ he follows up saying, fingers rubbing down his clean shaven chin.
then, for some reason, he ends up looking at his fingers and starts to laugh even more. “ my fingers look weird. do you see them? “
he shoves them in your face and you only see the gloves, the black latex gloves that are slowly turning into different neon colors.
your eyes go big, literally. your pupils are large and round and eren can't seem to take his own dingy eyes off of you.
you find it hard to speak, mouth going dry, maybe it was because you could feel him blanding into you, seeing inside of your soul.
or maybe it was because it hadn’t reached your brain that these sudden feelings could have something to do with hange’s odd after effects warning.
“ you look- ha, pretty. wow you’re really pretty. “ he stumbles over his words, fingers retracting from your view. “ you come around here often? “
he looks nervous, fringy, shy like a teenager. you pout unknowingly, head cocked just enough to flash him that giddy smirk.
“ are you flirting with me eren yeager? “ his eyes are the ones going big this time.
“ i-i dont know whats going on with me. “ he takes the gloves off his hands, that man bun coming loose, his hair framing over his glasses, sticking to his forehead.
he looks better than the word handsome.
“ i'm guessing it has something to do with our liter- literal? little- “ you laugh harder, licking your lips as he grows flushed and red by his mistakes.
“ our little laboratory mishap, but at this point i really… dont want to care anymore. “ he finishes, taking a deep breath.
you nod like a lovesick puppy, back leaning against the free side of the table. just staring, just trying to work around this overcoming feeling of fatigue, confusion and lust.
your stares make eren even more nervous than he already is.
he prods at the back of his head and clears his throat roughly.
“ i'm feeling something, are you feeling something? “ he repeats. hopping only slightly on the ground, pacing on the white tiles.
his hands swinging at his sides, unable to contain the mass amount of taintable things going on in his head.
“ i'm definitely feeling something. “ you said slyly, hands resting on the rim of the long cool table. eren’s eyes go even lower, even darker with something other than red.
he stops directly in front of you, mere feet away from your body. his eyes start from your covered thick thighs, sweeping over your matching tan khakis. then they follow up your curved hips and dips, to your chest.
his eyes linger there until they lift to your face, your dolled up face he can't seem to escape even in his dreams.
“ yeah? i’m feeling you to be honest. “ you laugh heartily, watching his shyness become overwhelmed by need.
you lick your lip, once more and they dry instantly. “ what’s good girl, how you doing? “ his fingers just barely touch your lab coat before he pulls away, eyes going hazily wide again.
“ shit, shit. oh my-. “ he relapses, hands guard at his waist, restraining himself from touching you further.
“ i'm sorry, i'm really sorry. i'm really trying to stay professional but you just look so beautiful. “ he rushes out, voice lowering.
you reach out , hands just barely ghosting over his own coat. he watches, intently.
“ and sexy, fuckkk. you look so good. “ he winces, hands rattling as they try to inch closer and closer to your clothed form.
it’s evident he’s holding himself back, even while you flash him a look of greed and acceptance. that’s just the man he is, the man he was raised to be.
but you’re the only thing that can help the strain in his pants, the only thing he wants to help it. he needs you, it’s plastered all over his flushed features.
“ please let me touch you. “ he whispers lowly, a look of pure want in his eyes.
the almost silent beeping from the clock and the tapping of the flask still heating seems to echo inside of your brain. a reminder. still, even with distractions everywhere, you were sure this was the only thing you needed.
“ touch me. “
its like you pulled a trigger, you gave him the word and he pounced. his hands found shelter on your hips, pulling tight enough branch your shirt and squish your skin all in one.
he brings you into a nasty kiss, eyes shut tightly. you felt like your mouth was going dry seconds ago but his was wet. sloppy, spit already trying to leak from the corner of your mouth.
it’s humiliating how many sounds he is coaxing out of you and his tongue hasn't even entered your mouth, yet.
you're touching everywhere, his chest, riding underneath his shirt to feel the glory of him. hands scratching at his coursed abs.
you feel all the way up coursed back, the muscles, the veins. it draws something raw from your throat and he actually shudders from it, goosebumps forming on his tan flesh.
he pulls you closer, chest to chest and his hands roam as well. it's quick, hasty with the intent to make you feel good. his hands fall onto your ass, prodding underneath to squeeze and tug.
you moan inside of his mouth and he drinks it up, sliding his tongue in without a hassle.
you shift, back grinding into the table. it almost feels good.
you have this thought while eren is tonguing the inside of your mouth down, the way he angles it, the way he moves it makes you think he had to eat pussy like a pro.
he just has too and he proves it, no he shows you without you having to ask.
he lifts you up, like it's nothing and sits you on the table top.
the cold of it slipping through your pants. he stays there, looking down at you even with the added height, all doe like and starry, as if he’s not running on two thoughts and a mind of imagination.
“ can i eat your pussy baby? “ so out of it but still polite, he was a tale.
you clench around nothing. yeah, you forgot how to speak entirely.
your hands card into his hair and you nod for all its worth. he’s fast, unbuttoning your pants, freeing the cage around your chubby tummy.
he keeps his eyes lowered, watching everything carefully; although he looks like he isn't even here anymore. his eyes are only getting redder.
you laid back slowly, gasping as he worked the pants further and further down your ass.
you lift your bottom and they slide down your legs onto the floor.
this had to be the moment you knew eren was truly doing it because he loved it, because he craved you, because he had to feel it.
he didn't even fist your panties off with your khakis, his face dove right in between your thighs, breathing in your scent.
he moans and you try to shy away, hands in his hair. “ nonono, let me stay please. “ he begs, candid eyes glaring up at you, low, passively.
you could cum right then and there, from this sight alone.
his hair out of place, disheveled but still so put together. his cheekbones flared and clenched, his lashes, behind those rapidly fogging glasses long and lengthy.
he was perfect, perfectly beautiful enough to undermine how embarrassing this was.
you bite your lip, head flinging back. he took his chance, licking up and down your covered slit.
you whine just from that, legs spreading wider. he forces you to the edge of the table then gets on his knees quickly. still holding that insane eye contact that nearly brings you to the edge.
then his tongue is back on your soaked underwear, laying his tongue flat on your slit and applying pressure,, eyes daring to shut.
you watch him grow weak between your legs. glasses completely fogged, hands falling from your hips to your inner thighs. pacing, wanting to feel every inch of you.
it's ridiculous how wet you are, how in tuned with lust he has you.
when he lets up, growing tired of the fabric in the way of your cunt. he pulls it to the side, eyes glancing from your pretty pussy to your even prettier eyes.
you squirm.
“ stay. “ he demands.
you can feel the tears already pucker up in the corner of your eyes when he only presses his beaten lips to your clit.
it’s slow, deliberate. he’s tasting you like candy, licking from your entrance to your puffy, swollen clit like a lollipop. he moans into your cunt, vibration only egging you on further.
you gasp, all whiny and high. your body felt on fire and sensitive to anything. you could tell you were being extremely loud but you couldn't care, not right now at least.
everything felt like a discarded dream.
his tongue lapping on your cunt, the way your hands card into his brown locs and pull on the roots when he licks just right. the sounds you are both making when he pushes his head down deeper is ethereal, almost dreamy.
he does this thing where he sticks his tongue inside of you and curls it all the way up, poking things you’d never thought existed.
“ fuckkkk eren, just like that. “
he slaps your thigh.
“ say it again. “ he muttered deeply, his pink tongue bulging in and out of your entrance, practically forcing your arousal and his spit to gather on the table.
“ you’re doing so go-od! ‘making me feel so good. “ eren sucks on your clit, whining the whole time he's pulling his head back and latching off with a ‘pop’ sound.
“ i have to fuck you, can i fuck you? “ his tone is so whiny, desperate.
“ stop asking and do it. “
he wastes no time.
he stands up, tall and broadly and unbuttons his pants. his print is achingly big, showing behind layers of clothing. your thighs instantly close in on themselves, finding some relief.
he doesn't hesitate to look for protection or to wonder if this was wrong. he can’t think about anything bad when you're staring up at him like that. low lite and feeble, begging him to take you with those sultry eyes.
when he catches your lenses dropping to his pelvis, he gives you a run for your money, dropping his black, labeled boxers.
your lids turn upwards and your mouth goes dry, again... “ think it’ll fit? “ he asks lowly, voice tangible and lust filled.
his dick is far more than big. it's huge, pinky toned and long, feathered with pre-cum. you feel yourself tense and your stomach churn, how in a million years did he think that was going to fit?
“ don’t know, don't think so. “ you say.
he pulls you even closer to the ledge, mouth contorted into a smirk. you yelp. “ it’s okay baby, we’ll make it fit, yeah? “
eren couldn't have gone his whole life without seeing you like this. all perky and high, nose in the air as you shift and watch him fist his dick.
for someone so unsure of it fitting, you looked like you were starving for it and who was he to keep you hungry?
his hands do that thing where they twitch while he lining himself up, glancing to make sure you're still there and feeling him.
you smile, almost showing your teeth.
he doesn't need anything else. he pushes in slowly, round mushroom tip proding inside of you, looking to take all you have.
your back arches and you shudder, overcome with the aftershock of being practically split open.
you were right, he wasn't going to fit, but in the same sense, he was right as well.
you were going to take his dick regardless.
eren’s trying his hardest to keep it together, to push you over your limits instead of his, but he’s muttering nothings underneath his breath, words caught in his throat the farther he pushes.
“ sososo good, so perfect. “ the stretch of him has you moaning even wilder, shaking, eyes rolling just from a few inches.
you’re so tight, clinging onto him like you won't ever let him go and he's losingggg it, completely going dumb by your pussy. –
and when he bottoms out, you both share a gaspy moan. all serotonin and in the air, unaware of anything other than each other.
eren looks hopeless, like the only thing that matters is being inside of you and now that he is, he’s ready to lay it all on the table, literally.
he moves, dragging back just a few inches and pushes back in.
you let out a whine, hands try to find anything to touch, to hold onto. it’s like you knew soft and gentle wasn't going to be in the picture today.
when your hands do find something, it's warm and humming. it's the bio- heater, warming up the last component.
it’s like a spark of some reasonableness is staring you dead in the face and through moans you say. —
“ eren- ‘rennn, the flask. “
eren’s eyes aren't even on you, there’s too much to focus on. your curves, your glistening caramel skin. the way your body is completely submitting underneath him.
“ d’worry about it. “ he pulls your hips down onto his dick, biting hard on his bottom lip.
“ h-have too! “ you rawly say,, trying to take everything eren gives while also reaching for the tubes. mind alternating from which one is more important.
they are both top priorities unfortunately.
eren, against his better judgement, stops moving and focuses on you and how you're practically dragging him down towards the timer and heater.
he groans with disapproval, reaching for the devices with ease due to his height.
as if on cue, the timer goes off when eren unscrews the lid to the last agent and he pours it in. you were sure he would've done it regardless of it being on time.
when the room should've gone quiet to await the results, it doesn't happen.
instead, eren pulls completely out and slams back in, you scream, eyes rolling to kiss your skull.
you barely catch how the liquid turns jet black and how easily dismissable eren is about it. his pace is rough, but there’s still care in the way he’s palming up your body, landing on your shirt.
he squeezes your breast, hips meshing onto yours like putty. the sound of skin clapping is overwhelming, instead of the smell of chemicals, it smells like sex in each and every corner of this room.
the way his tip is kissing your bruised cervix is lethal, he’s so deep, — he’s dragging broken cries out of your throat.
your hands hold onto the rim of the table, knocking your own journal off onto the floor.
“ so tight, feels so good. “ he praises, head thrown towards the sky as he only speeds up. “ always wanted me huh? “
“ yesssss, “ you agree soundly, out of it, completely immersed in the way he’s handling your body and how easily it wills itself to him.
his pace sets a new tone of deep and fast, it’s not as fast as before but it’s definitely steady.
his dick drags inside of you, so tenderly you almost say you love him. he leans down, smirking as he connects your lips together.
the kiss however, is the most gentlest thing you’ve experienced this whole time.
it's soft, pouty, all tender and gushy. you wrap your legs around his lower back and sigh into his mouth. “ thank you. “ you mumble and you don’t have to look at his puffy, bitten lips to know he’s appreciative.
“ always. “ he pulls away, pushing inside of your juicy cunt until she's talking to him sweetly.
he takes his glasses off, putting them to the side.
his head rests in between your neck, you can feel every breath, every moan he takes and makes. it’s the perfect spot, well other than your mouth.
he pulls all the way out, again. tip barely inside before he slams in, hand crushing on your side.
this feels different, more like a coming down than anything. you lace your arms around his neck and whisper in his ear.
“ faster. “ he moans from your voice, thats how deep in he is.
pulling back again, he thrust in deeply, touching that spot inside of you that makes your leg shaky and falter.
he gives you exactly what you wanted, he goes fast, hard, hands finding new places to rest each thrust.
he’s enjoying being in your neck, sucking, flicking and leaving marks to remember this whole ordeal by.
he rocks his hips in a rhythm that builds up that ball in your gut, it’s forming by the time he's saying. “ m’gonna cum soon. “ and maybe, that speeds up your process.
for once, his hands find a place to rest, on your sides, like an obsession.
he’s possessive with his strokes now, working towards a bigger goal, working towards fucking his seed into you and he’s begging for it, paying for it in full price with his hefty thrusts.
“ eren! oh- i'm going to–!! “ you don't even finish your sentence but you definitely finished.
your body twitches, dragging on the table as you jerk and go soundless, mouth parted in an o shape the entire time you're cumming and far from coming down.
eren’s groans turn into pitched moans like a wildfire, his body gets hotter as his weight fully presses onto you. his lab coat brushing onto your flesh, and your own.
he keeps you from moving, from taking away his orgasm. when it hits, it's different, far from anything he’s ever felt.
it feels like a high drop from a rollercoaster. his head gets light, his face scrunches up and he bites down hard on your shoulder to keep himself from passing out from your pussy.
you both don't come back down from it all until several minutes have passed and that timer – you both somehow tuned out is blaring.
eren lifts up slowly, asking if you're okay immediately. you still feel that high in the cloud feeling so you nod leisurely.
fortunately, eren grew a conscience and remembered the flask after neglecting it.
he cursed underneath his breath, still inside of you throbbing but, then he grows extremely confused and dazed when the color was perfectly black.
he grins with his teeth.
“ hey, we got it right this time. “
