#erenjaeger

Because we love eren and he loves Bambi 100% , Best scene

Summary: Eren's desperate attempt at a spontaneous kitchen encounter is abruptly halted by the reality of your period, leaving him helplessly aroused and dramatically mourning his ruined plans

Word count: 994

Content warnings: cursing, slight dirty talk, grinding, sexual content/intimacy, mdni, sexual tension, passionate kissing, touching over clothing, arousal, and explicit references to being aroused/hard

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The oven timer still had ten minutes to go, filling the quiet evening air with the sweet, buttery scent of vanilla and baking dough. A light dusting of flour coated the marble kitchen island as you rolled out the last of the cookie dough before sliding the tray into the oven. Just as you closed the oven door, the front door clicked open.

A familiar metallic clatter echoed through the house as Eren's keys landed on the counter, followed by the heavy thud of his briefcase hitting the floor and the measured tread of his boots across the hardwood. You didn't need to turn around to know he was watching. His gaze always carried a certain weight when he wanted something, and u could already feel it settled between your shoulder blades.

"Smells good," he said, his voice low and rough from the long day.

Before you could even turn around from the counter, a pair of warm, heavy arms banded around your waist, hauling you backward until you were flush against a very solid, very eager chest. His palms were hot through your thin tshirt, and you instantly felt the heavy, hard line of his cock pressing right against your ass. Already half-hard, apparently.

"Missed you" Eren murmured against your neck. His lips brushed the sensitive spot below your ear, then opened, teeth grazing skin as he sucked lightly, a hot shiver racing down your spine.

One hand drifted up to cup your breast through your tshirt, his thumb circling your nipple until it instantly peaked. The other hand slid lower, fingers splaying across your stomach before dipping straight toward the waistband of your leggings.

You felt him grow fully hard against you, grinding slow and deliberate as his breathing changed...shallow, hungry, entirely desperate. He kissed down the column of your throat, his tongue flicking out to taste.

A breathy laugh slipped past your lips as you tried to shift away, holding up your flour-dusted hands in defense. "Eren, baby, I'm literally in the middle of rolling out—"

"Let it wait," he interrupted, his tone instantly dropping into something darker, more demanding.

Instead of letting go, his grip tightened, lifting you just an inch off the floor before setting you right up on top of the marble island, wedging his body firmly between your thighs. The sudden shift in momentum made your breath catch, your hands instinctively flattening against his broad chest to keep your balance.

He leaned in, his lips trailing a scorching path from your jaw down to the sensitive skin of your throat, nipping just hard enough to leave a mark. A shiver raced down your spine, the heavy friction of his thumbs rubbing slow, teasing circles into the sensitive skin of your inner thighs driving all coherent thought out of your head. You tilted your head back, exposing more of your neck to him with a soft moan.

"You're... you're impossible," you managed to whisper, your fingers tangling into his thick, messy hair, tugging him closer as his mouth found yours in a deep, bruising kiss.

Eren groaned into your mouth, tasting like black coffee and pure desperation. His tongue swept past your lips, claiming you thoroughly, while his hands grew bolder, sliding up your ribs to cup your breast, his thumb sweeping over the sensitive peak through the thin fabric of your shirt. You gasped against his lips, arching your back instinctively into his touch, completely melting into the heat radiating off him.

He pulled back just a fraction, his heavy chest heaving, his brilliant green eyes dark, dilatedd and locked entirely on your swollen lips.

"I want you so bad it's driving me insane," he rasped, his voice dripping with raw, unfiltered lust as his hand slid lower, pressing firmly right against the core of you through your clothes, making your hips jerk forward with a sharp gasp.

"Been thinking about you all day," he whispered, his voice thick and demanding. "Couldn't stop picturing you like this. Want to bend you over this counter and—"

"Eren," you interrupted gently. His pupils were blown wide, his lips parted. You placed your palms flat against his chest, feeling his heart hammering a frantic rhythm. "I'm on my period. Sorry, baby."

His forehead dropped straight to your shoulder with a dramatic, miserable groan. You felt his cock twitch against your thigh, still straining heavily against his work pants, before he pulled back just enough to look at you with those brilliant pleading green eyes.

"Fuck," he breathed, his voice cracking with sheer frustration and need. His hands stayed firmly anchored on your hips, his thumbs rubbing slow, agonizing circles into your skin. "You're killing me."

You reached up and brushed his messy hair back from his forehead, smiling softly at the way his jaw clenched. He was rockhard and aching, and the obvious tent in his pants made it clear just how desperate he was. Eren leaned in again, kissing you slow and deep, his tongue sliding against yours like he could somehow convince ou to change your mind through sheer want alone.

When he finally pulled back, his voice was dangerously hoarse. "How long?"

"Few more days."

Another long, agonizing groan ripped through him. He buried his face right back in your neck, breathing you in deeply, his cock still pressed insistently against your thigh. You could feel him throb through the fabric. His fingers tightened on your waist like he was physically restraining himself from trying to ignore reality altogether.

"You're so fucking hot when you bake," he muttered darkly against your skin. "Not helping."

You laughed softly and carded your fingers through his hair while he stayed there, hard and wanting, trying to will his stubborn erection down.

Suddenly, the sharp, cheerful beep of the oven timer cut through the quiet kitchen.

Eren didn't move an inch.

"Cookies are done," you whispered.

"Don't care," he mumbled miserably into your collarbone. "Just... give me a minute. Or five. Fuck."

His cock gave one final, helpless twitch against your thigh, and he let out a heavy sigh like a man suffering the greatest tragedy known to mankind.

Eren x Levi smut

For my smutty fanfictions

This came up in my head when I drew Gothkasa and Historia with changed styles

Pairing: Best Friend!Eren x Reader (College AU)

❝ 𝙬𝙚'𝙧𝙚 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙨. 𝙬𝙚'𝙫𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙨. 𝙬𝙚'𝙡𝙡 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙗𝙚 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙨. ❞

You’ve been best friends forever. Now it’s a new campus, new rules, and the same old tension.

Everyone thinks they know what’s going on between you and Eren Jaeger. You believe you do too. Until you don’t.

⚠️ Warnings: 18+ content | Drug use | Dark themes 📖 Read now: Click here! (Wattpad) or HERE! (AO3) 📷 Visuals: Pinterest 🎵 Soundtrack: Spotify

Teaser:

You’ve been best friends for years. No feelings. No tension. No problem.

At least, that’s the story you keep telling everyone. Including yourselves.

Eren leans in, eyes low, voice rough with a grin.

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