WHEN DID YOU GET SO HOT? - y eren
pairing: eren yeager x honors!reader
w/c- 5.0k
synopsis - After a forced transfer from the elite Paradis Institute, a hyper-disciplined academic prodigy finds herself at chaotic Shiganshina Tech, face-to-face with the boy she left behind. What she expected to be a fresh start turns into a collision with her past when she reunites with Eren Yeager, now the infamous frat president she barely recognizes. Old wounds, unresolved tension, and undeniable chemistry ignite as the life she carefully planned crashes headfirst into the one person she never truly escaped.
triggers/warnings - Explicit sexual content, p in v, Smut with emotional intensity, Strong language, Possessive / jealousy-coded behavior, College & frat party setting, Alcohol use, Power imbalance (social status, not authority), Angst, unresolved tension, second-chance dynamics
authors note :) - hi hello yes i wrote this while absolutely fried and unfortunately frat eren yeager has taken over my entire tiktok feed, so this is what happened. i regret nothing. academic burnout + sigma iota eren + โyou left meโ angst was a lethal combo. this was supposed to be short. it was not.
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The summer after high school was not anything you expected to say the least. It has been one of the most difficult times in your life. You and Eren Yeager had been attached to the hips since the sixth grade and all through high school, the kind of inseparable pair that teachers stopped trying to seat apart. But when the acceptance letter from Paradis Institute arrived, offering you a fast track fellowship that most people would kill for, the rope between the two of you finally has snapped. The last time you saw him was on his front porch in the humid august heat, his beautiful green eyes burning with a mix of betrayal and teenage pride ripped away. You chose your future, eren stayed in the past. Or so you thought
For the next year , your life was a syllabi. At Paradis, you followed your life marked down to the dot. you became an academic ghost, haunting the front rows of lecture halls and the quietest study nooks of the library. Your dorm room was a fortress built of heavy cardstock, color-coded highlighters, and mountains of research papers. You were the girl who was always polite, kind, and always had a smile on your pretty little face but always three seconds away from studying even on breaks. You were the campus sweetheart of a school that valued brains over everything, But you were missing something, a certain someone even if your planner didn't have a slot for that.
Then, the little "Incident" happened. A department-wide scandal involving faculty misconduct at Paradis forcing a group of honors students to transfer out to save their credits. And just so happens to be the crowd you fall into. Suddenly, you were packing your books and heading to the one place you promised youโd never go to Shiganshina Tech.
Your arrival was like a fever dream. Shiganshina Tech was a very different place than Paradisโit was loud, chaotic, and driven by social hierarchy. Yet, within a week you were the talk of the campus. The problem is you didn't try to be you were just naturally the girl who held the door open for everyone, who looked like a classic beauty even with a pencil tucked into your messy bun, and who spoke with a gentle sincerity that made people stop in their tracks. Not to mention you were hotter than half of the betta kappa phi sorority group. You were the new "Campus Sweetheart," and the whispers reached every corner of the university, including the sprawling, ivy-covered mansion of Sigma Iota.
"I swear..TO GOD you are not staying in for another night y/n," your new roommate, Sasha, declared, literally pulling the highlighter out of your hand. "The Sigma Iota president might be a pain in the ass about his guest list, but everyone wants to see the 'Paradis Angel' in person. We are going!"
You surrendered, trading your oversized hoodie for a skin tight dress that hugged your curves in a way your textbooks never could. Walking into the Sigma house was like stepping into a different(disgusting) dimension. The bass was a physical pulse in your chest you could feel, the air thick with the scent of expensive cologne and cheap tequila. You felt bored already, awkwardly standing in a corner as Sasha disappeared toward the dance floor.
Very thirsty and very annoyed as a guy earlier, โJeanโ , another frat pledge trying to grab your ass in the middle of the dance floor, you messily navigated your way around the sea of bodies toward the kitchen. You pushed through the swinging double doors, expecting a quiet sink, since it was blocked off but instead, you found the heart of the party.
Leaning against the dark granite island was a man who seemed to command the very air in the room. He was surroundedโa blonde on his left, a brunette on his right, both leaning in as he spoke. You froze. The last time you saw Eren Yeager, he was a lanky kid with shaggy hair and a temper he hadn't grown into. The man standing there now was a muscular specimen, a god carved from precision and tanned by a summer you hadn't been part of.
His hair was way longer now, pulled back into an intentional messy bun that showed off the sharp, lethal edge of his jawline. His shoulders were massive to say the least, stretching the fabric of a premium black tee that clung to a chest and torso that had clearly spent a year in heavy training. Causing you to get a glimpse of a dark haired happy trail leading down to a very prominent v line. He had grown into his baby fat, leaving behind high, hollow cheekbones and a predatory sort of grace. He was the Fraternity President, the campus king, and he looks like he has been hand picked by God himself.
You stood there, mouth agaped, a girl in a house owned by a man you no longer knew.
Eren didn't look up at first. He was mid-laugh, a deep, resonant sound that vibrated in your marrow. But then, as if sensing a shift in the roomโs pressure, his head turned. His piercing teal eyes, the only thing that hadn't changed, locked onto yours across the crowded kitchen.
The silence that fell between you was deafening, despite the music thumping through the walls. The girls around him noticed his sudden muscle tense, their eyes following his gaze to you. Eren straightened up, his full height making the expansive kitchen feel suddenly cramped. He didn't look angry; he looked hungry. He looked like a man who had spent a year building an empire just to see if youโd ever walk into it.
He set his red cup down on the counter with a deliberate click, his eyes never leaving yours. The smirk that pulled at the corner of his mouth was slow, dark, and entirely possessive.
"Well, look at that," he drawled, his voice a low, gravelly hum that made your heart hammer against your ribs. "The Sweetheart of Paradis finally ran out of books to read. Welcome home, (Y/N)."
The way he said your nameโlike it was a secret heโd been keeping under his tongue for a yearโtold you everything. Your life had been a syllabus of logic and order, but as Eren stepped away from the counter and toward you, you realized that none of your plans had prepared you for this.
The kitchen air was thick, charged with the kind of high-voltage tension that only exists between two people who know exactly what the other sounds like when they lose control. Eren didnโt just crowd your space; he reclaimed it. The scrawny boy from the bus was dead, replaced by a man built of hard angles and a lethal, heavy grace that felt like a physical weight against your senses.
"You look like you're trying to solve a math equation, Princess," he murmured, his voice a low, gravelly vibration that settled deep in your marrow. He took a slow step closer, his thick thighs brushing against yours, forcing you back until your hips hit the cold edge of the granite island. "Whatโs the matter? Did the 'Academic Weapon' run out of ammo the second I walked into the room?"
You didn't flinch. Instead, you let your gaze wanderโdeliberately, slowlyโdown the broad expanse of his shoulders and over the way his black tee strained against his chest, before bringing your eyes back up to meet his. You let a small, knowing smile pull at your lips, one that spoke of secrets far filthier than a campus sweetheart should have.
"Iโm just trying to figure out where youโre hiding all that ego, Eren," you countered, your voice steady despite the fire licking at your skin. You reached out, your fingers ghosting over the pulse point at the base of his throat. His heart was hammeringโfast, heavy, and completely at odds with his cool smirk. "Is it in the gym memberships? Or did it grow along with the hair?"
Erenโs breath hitched, his eyes darkening to a stormy, predatory green. He didn't pull back. Instead, he hooked a finger into the belt loop of your jeans, tugging you that final inch until there wasn't even a breath of air between you.
"The ego comes from memory," he teased, his voice dropping into a raw, intimate register that made your toes curl. "It comes from knowing that no matter how many books you bury your nose in, or how many miles you put between us after that final August night... you still look at me like youโre starving for exactly what we were doing before you packed your bags."
The reminder of that final summerโthe humid nights spent tangled in his sheets, the desperate, frantic friction of your bodies trying to say the goodbyes your mouths wouldn'tโsent a jolt of pure heat through you. You had been more than friends; you had been a secret, a blur of skin and sweat that only stopped when the Paradis acceptance letter arrived.
"Starving?" You let out a soft, breathy laugh, your hand sliding up to the back of his neck, your thumb grazing the short, soft hairs of his nape. "Don't flatter yourself, Yeager. Iโve been busy. Iโve had options. Incredible ones, actually."
"Is that right?" Erenโs hand slid from your waist, his palm broad and hot as it traveled up your side, his thumb lingering dangerously close to the swell of your breast. He watched your expression, his eyes tracking the way your pupils dilated. "Tell me, Princess... Did any of those 'options' make your heart jump the way itโs doing right now? Did any of them know exactly where to touch you to make your brain go completely blank? Did they make you forget your name like I did?"
He leaned in, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear, his voice a ghost of a whisper that made your knees weak. "You can pretend your life is just one big syllabus, but we both know Iโm the only thing on it that you actually want to study. You didn't come here for a degree. You came back for this."
You tilted your head, exposing the line of your neck to him, a silent invitation and a challenge all at once. "You're very confident for someone who hasn't seen me in a year. You think a little bit of muscle and a title makes you an expert on me again?"
"Iโve had a year to think about nothing but how it felt when you left," he growled, the playfulness in his voice snapping into something much more primal. He gripped the edge of the counter on either side of you, pinning you in, his body an anchor of heat. "I don't need to be an expert to see the way you're looking at my mouth. Or the way youโre trembling because Iโm finally close enough to finish what we started that summer."
He leaned in even closer, his lips a fraction of an inch from yours, the tension so thick it felt like it could snap the marble island in half.
"You aren't going back to that dorm tonight to highlight pages," he promised, his voice a low, possessive rumble. "Youโre staying right here. I think itโs time we reminded each other exactly why our 'friendship' ended in his bed every night."
Eren didnโt wait for an answer. His hand slid from the counter to the back of your neck, his fingers tangling firmly in your hair as he steered you out of the kitchen. He moved with a territorial swagger, his arm draped heavily over your shoulders to shield you from the wandering eyes of his fraternity brothers. As you climbed the stairs to the third floor, the thumping bass of the party began to muffle, replaced by the heavy, synchronized sound of your breathing.
He kicked his bedroom door open and shoved it shut behind you, the click of the lock echoing like a starting pistol. Before you could even take in the room, Eren had you pinned against the wood. The lights were off, the only glow coming from the neon city lights bleeding through the curtains, casting sharp, jagged shadows over his newly sculpted frame.
"You have no idea," he growled, his voice dropping into a dark, guttural register as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent like a man starving. "How many times Iโve seen you standing right here in my head. Thinking about how you just walked away after the best summer of my life."
"I had to go,.. Eren," you gasped, your back arching as his teeth grazed the sensitive cord of your neck. Your hands traveled frantically over his shoulders, marveling at the sheer bulk of him. He was so much bigger than beforeโthicker, harder, and infinitely more demanding. "I didn't think you'd... I didn't think you'd wait."
"I didn't wait. I got better," he muttered against your skin, his hands sliding down to grip your thighs, hoisting you up until your legs wrapped instinctively around his waist. You felt the heavy, rigid length of him pressing through his jeans, a silent testament to just how much heโd missed you. "I built this body for you, Princess. Every rep, every mileโI was thinking about how I was going to hold you down when you finally came home."
He carried you to the bed, dropping you back onto the mattress and sprawling over you before you could catch your breath. The weight of him was intoxicating. He stripped his shirt off in one fluid motion, revealing the devastating landscape of his chest and abs, mapped with corded muscle.
"You want to study something?" he whispered, his eyes burning with a primal hunger as he captured your wrists, pinning them above your head. "Study this. Remember how it feels when I touch you here?"
His hand slid under the hem of your dress, his fingers tracing the lace of your underwear with agonizing slowness. You let out a broken whimper, your hips stuttering upward in a desperate search for friction. He was teasing you, punishing you for the year of silence with a calculated, ruthless precision.
"eren..mnnf-please..," you pleaded, your composure completely shattered. The "Academic Weapon" was gone; there was only the girl who had spent every night of the last year dreaming of his hands.
"Please what?" he taunted, his thumb finally finding the damp heat of your center, circling with a pressure that made your vision blur. He leaned down, his lips ghosting over yours, refusing to give you the kiss you were dying for. "Tell me you missed me. Tell me those 'options' you had at Paradis didn't touch you like this. Tell me youโre mine."
"I'm yours," you sobbed out, your fingers digging into the muscles of his forearms. "I've always been yours. Just... please."
Eren let out a low, triumphant sound, a dark vibration that rumbled through your chest. "Good girl," he purred, his fingers finally sinking deep inside you while his mouth crashed onto yours, tasting like a year of bottled-up resentment and a lifetime of obsession.
Eren didnโt just want to be inside you; he wanted to consume you. He wanted to overwrite every textbook, every lecture, and every mile of distance youโd put between you with the raw, undeniable weight of his body. He broke the kiss just long enough to growl against your lips, his fingers working with a frantic, practiced speed at the button of his jeans.
"Iโm going to make you forget every single word you read at that school," he promised, his voice thick and rough, like gravel under a heavy tread.
He stripped himself and you of the remaining barriers with a ruthless efficiency, his eyes never leaving yours. When he was finally over you, skin-to-skin, the sheer heat radiating off him felt like a physical brand. He was a landscape of hard muscle and scorched earth, and as he settled between your thighs, the sheer size of him made your breath hitch. He was a stranger in form, but the way his body sought yours was a language you had never forgotten.
Eren didn't rush he didnโt need to. He wanted to see you come apart. He gripped your hips with hands that could crush stone, his knuckles white as he guided his heavy, rigid length against your entrance. He was agonizingly slow, pushing inside just an inch at a time, watching your eyes blow wide as you stretched to accommodate the new, broader reality of him. He was thick, filling you so completely that your thoughtsโusually a frantic mess of schedules and logicโstilled into a single, white-hot point of focus.
"Look at me," he commanded, his voice a guttural rasp that brooked no argument. "I want to see you realize that Iโm the only thing thatโs ever going to fit you like this. No matter who else you saw at Paradis, they weren't me."
As he finally buried himself deep, bottoming out against you, a jagged, broken sound escaped your throat. You arched your back, your fingers clawing at the corded muscles of his shoulders, finding purchase in the sweat-slicked skin. He was so full, so heavy, filling the void that a year of academic perfection could never touch. He waited for a heartbeat, his own breath hitching as he felt you pulse around him, letting you adjust to the sensation of him before he began to move.
The pace was relentless. Eren wasn't the tentative, careful boy from the summer before; he was an athlete, a man who knew exactly how to use his weight and his strength to pin you down and drive you into the mattress. Every thrust was a statementโa claim laid on your body that made your skin flush a deep, frantic pink. The bedframe groaned under the rhythmic force of his movements, a steady, punishing beat that drowned out the distant muffled bass of the party below.
He reached down, his fingers finding the sensitive bundle of nerves at your center, grinding his thumb against you with a rhythm that matched his frantic thrusts. You let out a high, keening moan, your legs locking around his waist to pull him deeper, your body acting on instinct. You were a mess of tangled limbs and sweat, the "Syllabus Life" burning away in the heat of his bedroom.
"Erenโpleaseโ" you gasped, your head tossing back against the pillows, your vision tunneling until all you could see were his burning, emerald eyes.
"Say it," he grunted, his pace quickening into something desperate and primal, his thrusts becoming shallower and more frantic as the friction built toward a breaking point. He leaned down, his sweat dripping onto your chest, his mouth hovering over your pulse point. "Tell me you aren't going back. Tell me those 'options' you had didn't touch you like this. Tell me youโre mine."
"I'm yours," you sobbed out, the pleasure peaking, a white-hot explosion of sensation that started in your core and radiated to your fingertips. "I've always been yours! Eren!"
He let out a low, primal roar, his muscles locking as he delivered a final, deep surge, filling you to the brim. He collapsed against you, his heavy chest heaving against your breasts, his face buried in the crook of your neck as he felt the tremors of your climax ripple through both of your bodies.
For a long time, the only sound was the synchronized, ragged gasps for air. Eren didn't move; he stayed heavy and protective over you, his arms wrapping around your waist to pull you even closer. He began to trail slow, wet kisses along your jawline, his possessive streak settling into a quiet, simmering heat.
"You're not leaving this room tomorrow," he whispered into your ear, his voice still rough from the high. "I don't care if you have an exam. Youโre staying right here under me. I have a year's worth of lost time to make up for, and I'm not even halfway done with you."
The golden morning light of Shiganshina crept through the gaps in the heavy curtains, illuminating the wreckage of Erenโs bedroomโdiscarded clothes, a toppled red cup from the night before, and the heavy textbooks youโd been carrying that now sat forgotten on his dresser.
You stirred, feeling the unfamiliar, heavy weight of a muscular arm draped over your waist. The "Academic Weapon" you tried to activate. Your internal clock, tuned to a year of high-pressure deadlines at Paradis, was screaming. 8:00 AM, Intro to Engineering. 10:30 AM, Lab prep. You shifted, trying to untangle yourself from the heat of the sheets, but the grip on your waist only tightened, a large hand splaying across your stomach to drag you back against a chest that felt like a wall of warm, solid marble.
"Don't even think about it," a sleep-roughened voice rumbled against your skin, the vibration traveling straight down your spine.
You let out a soft, bratty huff, reaching back to poke at the rock-hard bicep pinning you down. "Eren, move. I have a syllabus to maintain. Some of us didn't transfer here just to become a permanent fixture in a Sigma Iota bed. I have an 8 AM thatโs worth twenty percent of my grade."
Eren groaned, a low, frustrated sound. Instead of letting go, he shifted, rolling over so he was partially hovering over you, his dark hair a wild, tangled mess against the white pillows. His green eyes were half-lidded and hazy with sleep, but the possessive streak from the night before was still very much awake. He looked less like the intimidating Frat President now and more like a giant, disgruntled mountain lion.
"The syllabus can wait," he muttered, burying his face in the crook of your neck and inhaling deeply, his stubble scratching pleasantly against your skin. "You're warm. You stay. The school isn't going to collapse because its 'sweetheart' took a morning off."
"Is that the President speaking?" you teased, your fingers finding their way into his messy hair, tugging just enough to make him look up. "Because Iโm pretty sure my professor won't accept 'the Sigma King was being a clingy baby' as a valid excuse for my absence. I have a reputation for being the most organized person on this campus, Eren. Don't ruin my streak."
Erenโs eyes snapped open at that, a playful, dangerous spark igniting in them. "A baby? Is that what I was last night, Princess? Because I remember you screaming a very different name when I had you pinned against that counter."
You flushed a deep crimson, but you didn't look away, a defiant smirk playing on your lips. "Last night was a momentary lapse in judgment caused by a year of academic burnout and a very persuasive pair of shoulders. Today, Iโm back to being the girl with the plan. Now, let go. I need my coffee and my laptop."
"No coffee. Only me," Eren decided, his voice dropping into that raw, intimate register that made your resolve melt like sugar in tea. He began to trail slow, lazy kisses along your collarbone, his hands sliding down to cup your hips, anchoring you to the mattress with a strength that was impossible to fight. He was being a total clinger, his large body practically draped over you, but there was a sweetness to itโa desperate need to make up for every second of the year youโd spent apart.
"Eren," you warned, though your hand was now stroking his neck, pulling him closer rather than pushing him away. "Iโm serious. I have a 4.0 to protect."
"I'll buy you a new 4.0," he mumbled against your skin. "I'll sit the exam for you. Just stay. One hour. No books, no planners. Just us." He looked up then, his expression softening into something so vulnerable it made your heart ache. "I haven't woken up with you in a year, (Y/N). Let me have this."
Your bratty defiance finally snapped. You sighed, relaxing back into the pillows and wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders. "Fine. One hour. But if I failโ"
BANG. BANG. BANG.
The heavy oak door rattled on its hinges.
"Y/N! ARE YOU IN THERE?" Sashaโs voice shrieked from the hallway, loud enough to wake the dead. "We tracked your phone! We know you didn't go back to the dorms! If this frat boy kidnapped you to do his homework, weโre calling the Dean!"
"And we brought coffee!" Mikasaโs calmer, but equally firm voice followed. "Open the door, Eren. We know you're awake."
Eren let out a string of curses that would have made a sailor blush, burying his face in your shoulder with a groan of pure agony. "Tell them to go away," he pleaded, his grip tightening like a vice. "Tell them you're busy... studying."
"Studying what, Yeager?" Sasha yelled through the wood, followed by a muffled laugh. "The anatomy of a hangover? Get her out here! She has a lab in forty minutes!"
You looked down at the "sexy muscular specimen" currently whining into your neck, then back at the door. Your bratty side won out.
"She's right, Eren," you whispered, a mischievous glint in your eyes as you patted his cheek. "Duty calls. Why don't you go tell them yourself? I'm sure the President of Sigma Iota looks great in just his boxers."
Eren pulled back, glaring at the door and then at you, a pout forming on his lips that had no business being that attractive. "I hate your friends," he grumbled, though he finally started to shift his weight off you. "And I hate your syllabus."
"You love me, though," you chirped, sliding out of the other side of the bed and reaching for his discarded hoodie to cover up.
"Yeah," he muttered, reaching out to catch your wrist and pulling you back for one last, deep, territorial kiss before the world came rushing in. "Thatโs the problem."
Eren let out a long, theatrical groan, burying his face in the pillow for one last second before he finally rolled out of bed. Watching him move was a distraction you didn't need; the morning light hit the muscles of his back, highlighting every hard-earned curve and line. He didn't bother looking for a shirt, stalking toward the door in nothing but his low-slung black boxers, looking every bit the disgruntled king of the castle.
"Hold on, hold on!" he barked at the door, his voice still thick with sleep and irritation.
He glanced back at you, watching as you pulled his oversized hoodie over your head. It swallowed you whole, the sleeves hanging past your fingertips and the scent of his cologneโcedar and skinโenveloping you. His eyes darkened with a flash of possessive pride at the sight of you in his clothes, but another frantic bang on the door cut the moment short.
Eren yanked the door open.
Sasha was mid-knock, her fist frozen in the air. Mikasa stood beside her, holding a cardboard carrier of coffees and a paper bag that smelled suspiciously of hash browns. Both of them stopped dead, their eyes traveling from Erenโs bare, scarred chest up to his messy hair, and then finally to you, sitting cross-legged in the middle of his unmade bed.
"Oh," Sasha blinked, her nose wrinkling as she looked Eren up and down. "So... you weren't kidnapped for your brain. Clearly."
"Get out," Eren said flatly, leaning his shoulder against the doorframe to block their view of the room, though he wasn't doing a very good job. "Sheโs busy. Come back in three years."
"She has a lab in thirty-five minutes, Yeager," Mikasa said, her voice unimpressed as she stepped forward, forcing Eren to either move or get trampled. He moved, grumbling under his breath. She walked straight to the bed and set a latte on the nightstand. "Drink. Weโre leaving at five."
You took a smug sip of the coffee, looking over the rim at Eren, who was currently being cornered by Sasha near his own closet.
"So, Princess," Sasha teased, wagging her eyebrows at you. "Is the 'Academic Weapon' retiring? Or did you just find a better way to earn extra credit?"
"Itโs a balanced curriculum, Sasha," you replied with a bratty tilt of your head, savoring the way Erenโs jaw tightened at the nickname. "High-intensity physical education in the evening, engineering in the morning."
Eren turned around, pointing a finger at you. "Don't encourage them. And don't call her that," he snapped at Sasha, though there was no real heat in it. He walked back to the bed, ignoring your friends entirely, and leaned down to plant a firm, lingering kiss right on your forehead in front of them. It was a blatant mark of territory. "Youโre coming back here after your last lecture. Iโm picking you up."
"Actually," you said, hopping off the bed and sliding your feet into your shoes, "I have a study group at the library until eight."
Erenโs eyes twitched. He looked at Mikasa and Sasha, then back at you, looking like a kicked puppy who happened to be built like a Greek god. "The library? Again? I just got you back."
"If you're good, I might let you bring me dinner," you teased, patting his bare chest as you walked past him toward the door. "But only if you promise not to whine about my highlighters."
Eren followed you to the hallway, completely ignoring the fact that his brothers were starting to stir in the other rooms and seeing their President half-naked and whipped. He grabbed the back of your hoodie, pulling you back for one more rough, possessive kiss that tasted like a promise.
"Eight o'clock," he growled against your lips, loud enough for Sasha and Mikasa to hear. "If you aren't at the curb, I'm coming inside and carrying you out. I don't care whoโs watching."
"We'll see, Yeager," you called over your shoulder, sashaying down the hallway with your friends.
As you headed down the stairs, you could hear Sasha whispering, "Okay, but did you see his abs? I think I forgive him for the 'Princess' thing."
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