#nerd!eren

eren jaeger who isn’t as scary as people make him out to be and is really a total nerd.

his dorm room was covered in posters, he had a clear bucket full of single comic issues, an almost finished set of invincible comics and a shelf decorated in figures. marvel, dc, anime, the walking dead, legos? you name it and it was there.

you were completely confused when he finally let you come over to watch a movie but seemed to want to avoid his room entirely. the movie wasn’t bad except for the fact that he looked completely uninterested.

“eren?” you mumbled, tilting your head slightly at the sight of eren starting to fall asleep on your shoulder. all that you got was a small “mm” in response.

“we can go in your room if you don’t really like the movie.”

his eyes jolted open but his body didn’t move. it was your first time over he wasn’t gonna ruin this by letting you see the dork infestation in his room. no way.

“movies not boring. we can just stay here n’ cuddle. or sleep.” he cringed internally at that corny ass line and tried to play it off as nonchalant, like he wasn’t really avoiding his room at all costs.

“couch isn’t comfortable.”

“what do you mean the couch isn’t comfortable-”

when you gave him that puppy look with your eyes he cut off. didn’t take much to get him to told. he let out a deep, deep, DEEP sigh and pulled you up by your hand and walked you down the hall. the movie still ran but he didn’t care.

his heart was racing hard. what if you thought he was weird? what if you ghosted him after leaving? what if you opened your phone and pretended to get a emergency text so you could leave- he shook his head. focus, eren. you wouldn’t do that. he hopes.

he finally opened his door, letting you in like a gentleman and your eyes widened when you saw his room. this is what he was so adamant on you not seeing?

"eren your room is so cute!”

he froze, face plastered with confusion. “cute..?” dorky, nerdfest, and geekathon he’s gotten before, (all from jean) but cute? never.

“yeah! it looks almost like mine! look!” when you pulled out your phone to show him a picture of your room, he blinked in surprise. a bed full of plushies, shoujo manga decorated your desk, kpop albums and posters on the wall and a big tapestry with the boys on it. your room was literally the same as his if a unicorn threw up on it.

eren was pulled out of his state of shock when you shrugged off your jacket on his bed and were going through his bucket full of single issues. at the bottom of it, it wasn’t a single issue but you found absolute flash and let out a gasp followed by a squeal and held it up. “i have this too oh my god!”

yeah the two of you’d get a long just fine. only thing that threw him off was your mention of being team cap.

“j-just shh baby” eren plead, rocking his hips into you. your hand covered your mouth as you stared up at him, his glasses getting foggy with each deep breath he took to keep the moans from falling. “j-just please mommy” eren bit his red lip, thrusting into you roughly making him bottomed down. “shitshitshit” tears came to his water line, your pussy was his favorite thing in the world. well after spiderman, harry potter, you, and his mom. but it was still his absolute favorite thing ever.

it sucked him in, wrapping around him so tight that sometimes it was even hard to rock into you. his large hands gripped your love handles, fuckin you onto him, you body jerking and tummy jiggling slightly when your ass connected to his thigh making the sound echo out. “rennieee” you whispered, hands balling into the spiderman covers beneath you. this wasn’t supposed to happen, a cute day at his parents house turned into you two spending the night in his nerdy room.

it was book, anime, spider man, action figure galore. and you couldn’t help but find it so cute.

“shh s-shh” he stuttered, his hair falling out of the ponytail and prettily falling down his face when he threw his head back; adam’s apple bobbling, and cock jerking when you clenched. “g-god” he whimpered, making small thrust, his fat head nudged deep inside of you. “b-babyy” you griped his arms scratching at his skin, trying to do something. the feeling was too much but too little, he was fucking you so slow that it felt like he was edging your orgasm. you looked at him with low eyes fucking him youself.

sliding up and down his dick, his headboard hit the wall while eren let out a choked sob. “nono” it was too late. his organs hit him, his abs flexing as he fell onto of you, glasses falling on the ground while tears poured from his eyes. “that’s it” you whispered in his ears still rocking your hips. his balls where being drained empty. your pussy clenching and unclenching, your eyes focusing on the pathetic man with green eyes who looked at you as if you were some sort of god. “fill me up more baby” you wiped eren’s tear stained cheek holding onto the eye contact as your creamed around him. “y-yess” you cried, your nipples being sucked into his warm mouth making you fall back from your elbows and try pushing him away; but he wouldn’t budge”

*moans* ohmygod (not proofread)

okay okay so let’s set the scene—

you’re at nerd!erens dorm, and what was supposed to be a study session turned into . . . well, you know.

your boyfriend was as sweet as they came, but he was only human. so when you leant forward and exposed your cleavage in that baby pink top? well, he just couldn’t help himself.

you were sat on his lap, bare chest pressed against his with his lanky arms wrapped loosely around your waist. he liked to fuck you like this because not only were you as close as humanly possible, but it was also easier for him to keep his glasses on.

the only downside? due to him being six four, his feet were almost always hanging off the edge of the twin sized bed.

none of that mattered though. no, not when he had the cutest girl in his lap moaning his name oh so prettily.

“mm, baby.”

eren’s head lolled to the side as you licked a fat stripe up the side of his neck. he tried to keep his hands steady, careful not to squeeze your soft flesh too hard, but you were making it so difficult.

every clench of your cushiony cunt against his dick had his emerald eyes turning into hearts behind his thick, black framed glasses.

“shit, i can feel you creaming all over me, n’ it’s not even all the way in yet,” he whined into the stuffy air, brunette baby hairs now beginning to stick to his sweaty forehead. his filthy words had your lips trembling, your legs nearly giving out from beneath you.

it didn’t really come as much of a shock when it was revealed that eren was seriously hung. he was eight inches when hard, but if he was horny enough, he definitely stretched a little more past eight and a half. not to mention it had a wicked curve.

he tried to fit himself all the way in one time, but by the time he was on the third thrust, you were sniffling and whining for him to take some out—which was okay! the last thing nerd!eren ever wants to do is hurt you. so if that means the last two inches of him go untouched, so be it!

your wellbeing and pleasure went above everythingggg else.

“f-fuck. kiss me please, rennie,” you breathed out, arms wrapping around his neck to bring him in for another bruising kiss.

eren internally screamed at the way his lenses rubbed against his skin, but he pushed that shit down like a man, and kissed you back just as hard.

“hah—sorry, honey,” you whispered against his puffy lips, giving them one last kiss before pulling away. “didn’t mean to squish your glasses.”

you knew him so well. it made him so hard.

your hands rested behind you on his thick thighs, the pace of your bounces slowing by the minute. eren’s eyes zeroed in on your puffy pussy, and with a quick swipe of his thumb against his wet tongue, he was rubbing your clit feverishly.

your hips stuttered, a broken moan ripping passed your lips.

“can we—can we switch positions? m’getting tired,” you huffed, circling your hips.

eren’s lashes fluttered. it took him a good thirty seconds to realize you were in fact not moving, and also asked him a question.

he didn’t bother to ask you to repeat it though, because by the pout on your hips, and the way your head rested on your shoulder, he could tell you needed a break.

which brings us to his second favorite position—though it isn’t that easy to keep his glasses on.

eren loved some good ol’ missionary. he liked the way your calves felt silky soft against his cheeks when he had your legs over his shoulders. he liked the way his hair sometimes formed as your own personal little curtain, hiding you both away from the harshness of the world. this next one was something he had recently discovered—and by recently . . . i mean right that minute.

he had you like he always did. head propped up oh so prettily on a stack of pillows with your legs draped over his broad shoulders. his thick cock slide between your puffy folds, collecting up your essence.

“can’t believe you’re real,” he sniffled, lazily pushing up his glasses with his index finger.

your fingers ran across his sharp jawline, and he leant into your touch, lashes fluttering. “i could say the same about you,” your voice was breathy, and boarder line fucked out. just the way he liked. he’s never told you this though, of course.

even though you’ve been together almost a year, eren still had trouble speaking his mind. even if it was just some silly sexual banter.

“i’ll put it in slow. just, uh, keep your eyes on me, okay?”

the request was quiet, a little shy—super cute.

you couldn’t help but grin, your teeth catching onto your bottom lip as you nodded.

eren angled his hips, sliding his cock between your folds until the tip caught onto your dripping entrance. you were practically sucking him in, juices clinging onto the thick veins that wrapped around the base.

it didn’t take long until he was halfway in, and beginning a steady rhythm.

a wet, squelching noise began to fill the quiet room, and when eren looked down he was met with the sight of your pussy creaming his cock once again.

he didn’t quite know what was so different about tonight, but you were even wetter than usual, and without even knowing, eren had accidentally pushed the remaining inches of his dick inside you with a particularly hard thrust.

you felt like the air had been knocked cleaned from your lungs. you could practically feel him in your stomach—your fucking chest. it was absurd.

only this time it didn’t hurt as much as it did the first time around. there was a dull ache, but it was quickly replaced with white, hot pleasure.

“holy s-shit,” you hissed, manicured hand falling onto your tummy. eren wanted to apologize, he really did, but the feeling of being fully sheathed inside you for the first time in months had him feeling a little dizzy.

what had him nearly falling out was the faint bulge in your stomach.

he thought his eyes were deceiving him, but then he saw it again, and again, and again!

that was him—all of him, and you were taking every inch like the perfect girl you always were for him.

“m’not—” his chest rumbled in a growl, jaw clenching tightly, “i’m not hurting you, am i?” it was so hard to get out his words, but it was all worth knowing you were okay, and not hurting in any way.

you felt so small under his intense stare, you almost had to shut your eyes!

“n-no. no, i’m okay, rennie. you’re just—ngh, super deep now is all,” you panted out, hand wrapping around his much larger one to rest it on your lower tummy, eren moaned. loudly. so loud that people could hear him from five different dorm rooms.

“that can’t fucking be me. there’s no way i’m fucking you that deep—f-fuck, i think m’gonna cum.” he was babbling, brain nearly turned into mush, but thankfully, you were there to keep him grounded.

you kissed his lips tenderly, and when he pressed down on your tummy, you were moaning just as loud as he was a few moments prior. you couldn’t believe this was the same man who picked out his clothes the night before classes, and collected fucking coins for a hobby.

“i-i’m cumming, ren!”

“mmm, me too, pretty. please help me cum. i-i’ve been so good.” and he has, so as an extra push you made sure to claw extra hard at his back until his muscles were tensing and his eyes were rolling back.

the warmth that flooded your tummy triggered your own orgasm, and eren helped you ride out that high and more with two nimble fingers pressed against your puffy clit.

his cock twitched against your walls, sensitive beyond belief.

“there no way i can’t not go another round with you after that,” he muttered, mouthing at your calf. his tongue was wet and hot, sending goosebumps all across your body.

you thought you would’ve needed more time to regroup, but surprisingly, your cunt was throbbing, begging to be used up once again.

so that’s what eren did over, and over, until you both nearly passed out from exhaustion. your cunt was filled with his cum, and once he pulled out a flood of it dribbled from your spent pussy.

warm honey| e. yeager★°⇆

"ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴀᴛ ᴍᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ, ɪʟʟ ꜰᴀʟʟ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ"

tags/warnings: nerd!eren x mean!fem reader, college au, eren is a subby loser, lowkey perverted, mentions of other aot characters, (probably ooc because i haven't seen the show), porn with plot, masturbation, flashback to first time, riding, dacrphyllia, voice kink, mentions of creampie, dumbfication, brief nosebleed, orgasm denial/retention, eren likes being used I fear...

P2

inspo

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Eren couldn't help himself.

He missed you. He missed you so much, he tried distracting himself with doom scrolling, just to see you in a photo Jean tagged you in. On the beach, in the bikini, you tease him about wearing during study sessions.

Maybe it was the way the spandex hugged your curves, or how little your top covered your breasts. Maybe it was that seductive look you gave the camera, lowering your gaze, as if you knew Eren was going to see it - taunting him with the memory of when you two were alone. 

“Have you ever even felt the touch of a woman before?” Eren's eyebrows pinched, biting his lips, as you trapped him against the wall.

“S-So what if I haven't?” He tried to sound unbothered by your bullying, but once again, your knowing smirk shot his ego down to zero– you both knew who had the upper hand. But you didn't abuse it, oh no. You gave him an option, gracefully wrapping your arms around his tense shoulder, gold bangles barely brushing past his pink cheeks, focusing on the nerd with a new look in your eyes–it was warm, and alluring, staring deeply into his eyes, and then to his lips. His chest heaved, forgetting how to breathe, as you moved to fix his glasses. 

“Would you like to?”

nerd!eren who reaches out after 9 pm to ask about your day

nerd!eren who jerks off to you rambling about your day through the phone

“‘ren baby, you okay over there?”

“yeah-*gulp* yeah it’s just really hot in my room.”

nerd!eren who dresses nice for you to take you on a date. going home straight after work, changing from a blue button up and khakis to a black v neck sweater with a white collared dress shirt underneath and black dress pants. he even takes off his glasses bc he thinks it makes him look ‘sexier’

nerd!eren who picks you up straight at your door, holding an umbrella because he didn’t want you to get wet from the rain.

nerd!eren who geeks out and babbles about random things that interest him like batman

nerd!eren who thinks he doesn’t look good in glasses, but you disagree, demanding he puts them back on

nerd!eren who tries to take you on a date but the night ends up with him in between your legs

nerd!eren who looks up at you with foggy glasses while eating you out

nerd!eren who loves eating you out for his own pleasure

nerd!eren who cums in his pants just from eating you out

nerd!eren who secretly has a 8 inch dick (well it’s actually a little more than 7.5 but who’s counting)

nerd!eren who sends you videos of him stroking his dick throughout the day to lyk how much he misses you

nerd!eren who hasn’t lost his virginity yet bc he’s “too big”

nerd!eren who begs you to ride him after overstimulating him for hours

“f-fuck- ngh- please please please ride me princess.”

“you’re so beautiful baby.”

nerd!eren who lets out the loudest, gutteral moans with that deep voice

nerd!eren who goes to take his glasses off before fucking you

“glasses stay on.”

nerd!eren who slides his glasses back up with his three fingers

“yes, ma’am.”

nerd!eren who acts submissive but changes as soon as it’s his turn to fuck you

“spread your fucking legs before i do it for you.”

“god baby f-fuck you feel so good-“

nerd!eren who fucks into you with no remorse, head leaned back with his lips formed in an ‘o’

WARNINGS! ✩ — fluff, leg admiration☺️

UNICORN SOCKS

been thinking about nerd!eren and his intrigue with you.

you both have the same intro to psych class even though neither of you are a psych major. he’s usually laser focused in class but when you sit a few chairs away he can’t stop but take a few peeks when you take notes or doodle on the margins of your paper which makes him smile a little.

he’s always known as the future valedictorian and everyone always goes to him for homework or notes or tutoring— except you. he’s very open and kind about giving work to help because he doesn’t really mind but he wished more than anything that for once you’d ask him so he’d have a reason to talk to you.

he’s always been intrigued by you since freshman orientation when he was sitting on your left and glanced at your bracelet which was gleaming in his eye. he took off his glasses and rubbed his eye but then put them back on to look at you and it’s an understatement to say he saw his future life with you flash before his eyes. he gulped nervously and turned towards the front of the large auditorium.

you sensed someone looking at you so you turned your head to your left and saw a very cute looking guy fidgeting his hands on the armrest uncomfortably. he started picking at his collar and you could see beads of sweat on his neck. you raised your eyebrow in confusion and poked him on the shoulder. he flinched and looked your way with a nervous smile.

"hi are you okay? you're sweating like crazy" you say to him looking slightly concerned. he took the collar of his shirt and started wiping away his neck while looking at your bracelet and then back to your eyes.

"yeah its just you know a little hot in here" he replied as he picked at one of his rings on his left hand. you giggled and pulled down your skirt which he glanced at quickly. he started admiring how good your legs looked.

"yeah i admire you wearing a sweater as well as pants, you're a soldier" you whisper as the dean stands on the stage starting the orientation. his gazing is interrupted by you and he laughs quietly as he turns to the front of the stage. throughout the orientation he sneaks little peaks at you (and your legs) and keeps note of you.

after class one day, eren makes a mental promise to himself as he always does to talk to you. and everyday, he breaks that promise and instead of walking up to you, he somehow goes the opposite way. no idea how.

when you leave your class you see your whole friend group waiting outside for you and you eagerly smile and wave at them. mikasa outstretches her hand and you shake your head, knowing what she wants from you.

"give it to me y/n" mikasa says coldly and you hold your bag to your chest in defiance.

"no! you have your own bag to carry i'm not giving you mine" even though you protest she still ends up taking it from you as you grumble. soon your textbooks, bag, and notebooks are all out of your hands and carried by someone in your friend group. a normal thing they liked to do. as you all walked to the dining hall you turn to see eren walking the other way.

"ooh look who's staring again" you feel your face turn red as you flip your head around quickly. you see sasha giggling as annie smirks.

"i'm not staring! i just turned my head to see if i had anything on my...uh...legs!" you reply as you smile widely hoping to fool at least one of them. they all stare at you blankly in response and annie rolls her eyes.

"y/n, not talking to eren is not going to help you at all. why is this so hard for you? you can talk to anyone in the world but eren" you sigh as you realize that annie's right. it just wasn't easy to talk to him. you never forgot him since the freshman orientation. his clumsy words and his fidgeting hands grasped at your heart. you knew that he wasn't mean either and you could start a conversation with him, but you were scared that he would find you to be too much.

after eating, you and your friends go outside to walk to the library. but when you step outside it starts pouring rain and mikasa and annie grab their own umbrellas. you grab your own from your bag that mikasa's still carrying but you see that sasha has none. she has no hood either and her teeth start chattering in the cold.

"sasha you don't have an umbrella?" you ask as you open your umbrella above your head. she shakes her head and tries covering her hair with her arms.

"i left it in connie's dorm last week and i keep forgetting to get it back" she replies. seeing her in pain wasn't something you liked to do and it hurt you more than the rain pouring. you give her your umbrella with a slight smile and she shakes her head profusely. "no no it's fine y/n i promise!" she argues.

you shake your head and hand her it. "i don't need it it's fine. i need to wash my hair anyways. the library's only a 15 minute walk i'll be fine" you smile and she hugs you with glee.

walking there...was not fine. while you study at the library you start sniffling and your dripping hair leaves beads of water trickling down your neck to your back. you leave early to your dorm as you grab your bag from mikasa and give each of your friends a side hug as they continue to study. you leave the umbrella with sasha and tell her to return it back to you tomorrow.

when you finally return back to your dorm, you kick off your shoes quickly and jump under the covers. you don't exactly remember what happened except you do remember waking up and glancing at the clock.

3:00 pm

your eyes widened from fear as you try and look for your phone. you find it on the nightstand and see notifications upon notifiations. you see some from your friends and assignments from canvas that you missed. when you got home it was about 8 pm. you hadn't expected to sleep that long.

you touch your forehead and start to feel heat as your head grows dizzy. you open the drawer below the nightstand and grab your thermometer as you curse under your breath. you check your temp.

102.4 F.

you groan as you try and recall what made you so sick. did you get it from someone? have you been neglecting your body? you slam your face into your pillow as you remember why. that fucking umbrella. giving it to sasha and walking in the rain for more than 30 minutes without many layers would obviously result you in a cold.

you hear a vibration from your phone as it almost falls off the nightstand. you grab it and you sit up in your bed as you gasp, slightly coughing again.

it was eren.

as you giggle and kick your feet (while coughing and sneezing) you open the 3 messages from the unsaved number.

even while sick you started kicking your feet up and down and start doing imaginary twirls in your head as you giggled. you decided to send a text back but still give the impression that you weren't interested, in fear of him not reciprocating the feelings.

you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion as you put your phone down thinking. was eren there? how did he know?

wait.

did this mean that he was stalking you?

and wait.

if he was stalking you.. then doesn't that mean he's completely head over heels in love with you?

no, exactly.

when you were watching an anime waiting for eren to call (subtly, obviously) you hear a knock on the door and you jump from fear. you slowly get up and open the door and widen your eyes at the surprise.

there he is. eren. at. your. door. he starts smiling cheekily as he pushes his glasses up and leans his body on the door frame until he awkwardly stands back up again.

“sorry for the surprise i uh… i asked mikasa where your dorm was so…” he starts laughing nervously but notices how you’re still in shock and turning slightly red. he starts realizing it isn’t normal to pop up at someone’s dorm unannounced and he turns completely red.

“yeah no no it’s no problem at all come in” you invite him in and realize that you’re wearing your teddy bear shorts with unicorn socks and you try bending down a little bit so he wouldn’t notice the socks.

too late.

he smiles as he looks down and sits down on your bed. “i like the footwear”

you scratch your neck nervously as you sit down next to him and cross your legs on the bed. “i didn’t know you were coming sorry…”

he shakes his head quickly and pulls out the notebooks and tons of paper. “no no i like this.. it’s very… you” he smiles your way as he hands you a paper. “time to get to work no dilly dallying”

you groan in annoyance as you skim through the work. “and here i thought we were just gonna be dilly dallying” you mumble and he snickers as he hands you a pack of chocolate and places it in your lap.

“here’s some chocolate for your sickness” you widen your eyes as you smile widely. it was your favorite chocolate of all time.

“i love these… how did you know?” you ask as you open the bag.

he shrugs and gets out two pencils. “i know a lot more about you than you think”

you smile slightly as you look down on the paper hiding your enjoyment. guess he did notice you after all.

. . .

You two sat there, it's truly an unlikely situation to be in- and even worse that you both felt it.

You sat on his lap, he leaned up on his elbows, both of you trying to catch your breathes from running around. His brown hair a mess, and glasses barely held on to his face.

''What if-''

He stammered out, quickly shut down by the feeling of your hands peeling his pants off. He whined out, seeing how wet you were for him, it was dripping. He brought a hand forward, running two fingers through your folds- causing you to buck your hips against them and moan, too sensitive to think clearly, only feining for his touch.

He brought his hand up to his mouth, sucking the sweet of you juices off them with a pathetic whine, staring into your face. You two sat there, his dick twitching from the little contact of your cunt.

''Now. . .I'll be quick.''

You began to grind yourself on him, letting your essence coat him, your hand coming down to line him up, getting impatient from the teasing already.

''Fuck- please hurry up.''

You both had to bite back cries, giving it a brief second before you began to bounce on his lap, your arousal quick to make itself present- the slick of it making a messy between you two and creating an easy slip.

''Y-you feel s-''

Your finger came to his mouth, shushing him- you were enjoying this way too much, you didn't even want to hear him speak. Your hands gliding across your body, fiddling with your breasts and caressing your figure, drunk in the peace of sex.

''I'm so close, just sit back.''

You commanded, placing your hands on either side of his head, giving you leverage to bounce more and occasionally grind your needy clit on his abs.

You lost control ages ago, your moans echoed around the place, basically being the only thing heard- besides the group of footsteps behind you two.

You drank up the feeling of being watched, you could just taste the lust radiating off the watchers, mind fogged in a pink sex haze as you chased that ever filling orgasm.

You bit your lip, tweaking your nipple with one hand and rubbing your clit with the other, continuing to bounce on the Brunette until you peaked. Movements slowing into small grinds, ultimately stopping your hips and getting off him.

''W-wait! I'm not-''

He stammered once more- quickly shut up once you threw the damp panties you wore at him, shuffling your way through the small group of watchers who only whistled and continued on with what they did...

. . .