“Motherfuck.”

As much of a smart ass he is, Eren Jaeger still can’t help but feel like a fucking idiot. No matter how much work he puts in, he still manages to feel ill prepared for this midterm, and that’s coming from the whiz kid genius himself who’s sitting at the tippy-top of his graduating class.

He’s run through more than enough practice problems, attempting to sharpen his skills the best way he knows how. Stayed up ‘till the ass crack of dawn trying to squeeze in last-minute mock exam questions to the point that textbook letters were branded into the pits of his sockets and his eyes were bloodshot red behind his framed glasses— but still, something feels.. off. And he doesn’t know what it is.

And as if things couldn’t get worse, the hinges of his door creak open unexpectedly. And lo and behold, you, his air headed girlfriend is tip toeing your way into his room.

“Hi Ren,” you’re as meek as you always are. Except the words carry out with a cute Hiii Ren, and his already twitching eye and crinkled brow deepens with the soft chirp of your sweet voice entering the enclosed area that’s his dorm; the usually tidy space now decorated in a wall of sticky notes, paper tornadoes and a sea of textbooks that make you nearly stutter and trip in your short heels just by attempting to step foot into your boyfriend’s room.

He stops his actions if only for a split second with a pencil still imprinted between his fingers, your unannounced arrival only piling onto his long list of frustrations.

“How did you get in my room?”

“I have a keycard!” The shiny piece of plastic flashes between your fingers just like your gel-coated nails when you hold it up proudly, contrasting with the obvious stump across Eren’s dark features.

“Where did you get…” he ends up trailing off. He can’t even bother to rationalize how you managed to obtain a copy of his dorm key, trying to fight the urge to be slightly weirded out by your strange habits and ultimately deciding to dismiss it.

“You need to leave, I have stuff to do.”

A cute smile traces around the corners of your pretty mouth, the wood under you slightly groaning from where your heeled sandal twists into it. “You have a test today right?”

“Yeah. That's the reason I need you to leave now. You can’t just pop up in my room without asking me first, you’re distracting me when you do things like this. And my test is in like, an hour, I don’t really have time to fuck you right now.”

Eren hears the smack of your lips echo from his side of the room and can practically hear the appauldedness in the way your arms fold on top of one another as your spine straightens. He can admit, you’re kind of cute when you get all offended.

“I didn’t come here to have sex with you, do you think that’s all I use you for?”

He has to pinch his nose, and the sigh that comes out is next to annoyed, chocolate strands tickling the middle of his forehead before he points his gaze back at you again. He’s trying to be patient, for your sake. Be a little.. nicer to you.

“Just go, alright… I promise I’ll fuck you as much as you want after I finish but I really need to get this done, If I bomb my mom and dad will actually murder me.”

An over dramatic sigh fills the space. “It’s okay, I understand. You’re probably bored of me now anyways.. I guess I’ll just leave since it’s clear I’m not wanted here.. Never to return again..”

If there was one thing Eren’s come to know about his girlfriend, it’s that you’re a total drama queen, and always have to pop up at the most inconvenient times. Seriously, your timing is shit. And he always falls for it.

Even this time, you somehow manage to win him over, making the brunet reluctantly change his mind and give in.

“Fine. Stay. But if you open your mouth even once, you’re done. I will kick your ass out I swear to g–”

“I know, I won’t!” you pipe up cheerily, “Just wanna be around you, Ren.”

The sugared words that fall from your lips are super sweet, they make his stomach tighten and head foggy, so much so that it’s enough to coax him into giving you what you desire. Past the faux authoritative look he puts up, Eren gazes towards you almost adoringly. He couldn’t ever say no to your amourous doe-eyed gaze, not when you looked and talked to him like he put the stars in the sky or acted like you wanted to spend every waking moment by his side; it’s without a doubt that below his seemingly nonchalant exterior, Eren Jaeger really does adore you.

The male gives you one last look of warning before looking forward and shifting his legs a little, a silent gesture to make room for you in his lap. You silently geek over his lenience in your head and eager to take him up on his offer as you squeeze into the little boxy seat chest to chest with him, thighs swung over his own while wrapping your arms around his shoulders and tucking your face into his neck. Allowing him to return to his studies without a peep, just like he told you.

By the time Eren can even scratch the surface of beginning to unscramble his brain, forty two minutes have already passed him by.

His eyes are attentive the entire time, flipping between the black hardcover and his notes in addition to scribbling more down onto his pad. He remains focused despite the distraction seated right in his lap. But you don’t, instead running your fingertips through the soft hairs of his nape and drawing out a bated groan from him. And soon your hips begin to stir, skirt stretching taut around your thighs in desperation and slowly starting to slide up above the peak of your ass as your soft lips finally detach from his neck.

Eren wants to be upset— to stick by his threat and kick you out of his room like he said he would but he doesn’t. He can only bring himself to keep at the course at hand, willing himself to push his pen to the paper and try to pretend you’re not there. Unluckily for him though, the saccharine words that come from your honeyed mouth don’t spare him a moment of peace, forcing him to peel his sight away from you in near failure.

“Ren..” he’s biting back a subtle groan at the back of his throat from the slight whine in your tone, even though what falls from his lips is, “Not now.”

“Ren,” your plea is more firm this time, and his eyes meet with your own in turn.

“What?”

You blink up at him through sympathetic doe eyes. “You’re hard.” Huh?

He’s confused. And it isn’t until then that he realizes it— the softness of the warm heat resting on top of him, and the stiffness that peaks up into it as a consequence.

Fucking hell.

He got hard from you sitting on his lap. Both of your breathing turns slightly out of sync with one another, low and steady as your cunt involuntarily grinds down against his cock.

Eren doesn’t know what he should feel in the moment: Awkwardness? Embarrassment? Arousal? Fuck, he doesn’t even know if he cares anymore. The instincts in his brain is telling him pull the the plug on you, but that pretty pussy of yours is dripping, so wet that a dark patch takes form in the seat of his army green cargos and only grows damper with each roll of your restless hips into his that makes him want to abandon all of his obligations.

But then he comes to his senses out of the mindless daze you put him under, the distorted-ness of your voice gradually clears up in his foggy brain as his calloused palms move to your waist in attempt to peel you from him.

“Oh my god, get up.” But you don’t listen to him, limbs clinging to him like an affection-starved bunny; arms around his neck, plush thighs caging him in and your hot lips on his skin.

“Look at you, you’re so tired…” Your usually perfect prim eyebrows bow in the middle and your voice is of concern, warm palms cupping his hard face gently while you work to kiss away the sleep in his inflamed eyelids. “Baby, let me take care of you,” the pits of your eyes brim with tears as you take the softness of your boyfriend’s bottom lip into your mouth, the skin tasting like sharp metal as if he’s been chewing at it abrasively.

When you release his lip, he can speak again. “I have class in fifteen minutes.”

“But you’ll be all worked up.. and I miss you,” you cry.

He tries again, “I really don’t have time—”

“Babyyy,” the whine in your tone makes his dick throb, and when his eyes meet yours again you’re pleading up at him, “Please?”

The clock reads 8:47. Thirteen minutes.

Fuck. “Be quick.”

A whiny nod possesses you before you’re all over him again. “Promise.” This time you’re more eager, coaxing him into pushing his tongue into your sweet mouth with a flick to his lips, interchanging between pressing the soft muscles against each other before one of you suckles on the other’s bottom lip, moaning into each other’s mouths whenever Eren’s dick pulses against your clit through his pants.

Fuuuck, your lipgloss tastes so good…

What flavor is that? Fuck, he knows this one, it’s on the tip of his tongue. Usually, Eren reprimands you for kissing him with lipgloss on. He’s told you a million times to stop getting that sticky shit on his lips, deep down unbeknownst to you, he loves the taste of you on his lips. And this one tastes like cherry lemonade. Just his treat.

Your fresh manicure foxily wedges itself between your bodies, effortlessly making quick work of his zipper and gradually pulling him out of his boxers before sparing a light, mumbled keen against the swollen fat of Eren’s bottom lip— a nonverbal testament to how big he feels in your hand.

“My god, you’re so hard,” you’re practically a mess on top of him with your pouty face flushed and applying pressure to his cock that jumps in your hand, guiding it from base to tip until the blush pink fades into a faint red from all the blood that races through the length of his dick like it’s going to explode. “How long have you been like this?”

Eren can’t do anything but let his head tip back, sitting under you breathless as you take two delicate fingers to tug your panties to the side with the sticky lines of your arousal connecting the fabric to your drooling cunt, face scrunching into a pleasure-engrossed expression with the wetness that drips onto his dick like honey, making one of his veined hands guide the bottom of your waistline along his shaft while the other one digs into your thigh.

He’s so pretty, even when he’s burnt-out— eyes lidded and tired, body weak, and normally bubblegum pink lips parched but his cock is rock solid. You want to fuck him so bad right now, and you technically almost are, but you can’t; drive broken by your boyfriend who breathily reminds you that you only have “Ten minutes,” and your dainty palms reluctantly descend lower along with the rest of your body, kisses leaving a path down the length of his clothed chest and clawed nails making him groan.

So by the time you center yourself on your knees in front of him, Eren’s dick is already in your hand. Your knees chill at the hard wood of the floor, lazily playing with him as your eyes peer into his averted gaze innocuously.

You slowly part his legs in the middle, earning an audible groan from him as you kiss up his thigh that’s covered by fabric until you reach the center of him.

“Just gonna put you in my mouth, okay?” Eren nods half absent-mindedly, cracked lips parting slightly before you begin to litter warm kisses from his shaft to the pretty, swelling head.

When he gives you the green light you take that as a sign to push it past the swell of your mouth, the taste of precum holding a sweet syrup on your tongue as you take him further. His toes flex impatiently in his converses, heavy balls tightening under your ministration like he’s about to cum already.

But he stalls himself, feathers of brown fluff at his hairline caressing his face from his bun falling sloppy when his head comes up slowly to look down at what’s between his legs, your long lashes fluttered shut and your hands working along with the stroke of your mouth on his cock.

“I’m exhausted,” Eren exhales tiredly, lips and throat dry as a barren well, letting go of all his inhibitions and just letting you do what you initially wanted, to take care of him.

“I know baby, I know,” you feel so bad for him. He’s been working so so hard in the past weeks, all day every day. Fretting about an upcoming test and ultimately having to shut you out because of it, staying locked up in his room all the time to bury his face in mathematics textbooks for hours on end without a wink of sleep.

But he’s worked himself weary, too much to the point that he’s blown a gasket with.. this being the result. Your poor Ren is all pent up. So hard that it feels like you have a metal rod in your mouth, you can’t believe he’s let himself go this long without getting off. This, is probably the least you can do to ease the burden.

Your mouth comes up again for air, drool wetting the perimeter of your mouth while your fist squeezes tightly down the length that’s pulsing between the cracks of your fingers with every push and pull, looking to your boyfriend for confirmation.

“Does it feel good?”

He only tips his head a little, waves flowing through his chest and stomach tightening while trying his hardest not to fuck up into your hand. “Yes, yes, thank you, fuck–”

He’s so close. And you’re so happy, so happy that you could cry. Taking the liberty of kissing every vein and running your tongue on the underside of his cock in wanton, slicking it up so much that saliva pools in your hand and covers his pants in tiny droplets.

You know he’s at the edge, plump lips exuding a pop and fervently fisting him in your slick hand, the wet slaps of his cock in your hands making you feel a tinge of envy, wishing it was your pussy instead. “I want you to cum in my mouth,” you keen to him, letting your emotions get the best of you.

Eren’s cherry-flushed face seems like it can’t get any redder when you say that, but it does. Fingers laced with your free hand that rests on his thigh as his frames veil with fog. “Fuck, I can?”

“Please, I wanna taste you.” The expression in your face alone makes a rasp expel from his throat, hand gripping yours a little harder now.

“My god.. right there.” Six more pumps and a few messy kisses later he’s blowing his load, breath stalling and groaning from the bottom of his stomach as you fuck him through it. The pink of your tongue pokes out greedily to drink him in before it gets coated in sticky white, moaning contentedly with the drops that glaze you with your lashes blissfully shut.

Accepting all of his cum even as it spurts everywhere: your tongue, your face, your tits, fuck– he accidentally got it in your eye. Your makeup is smudged and your lipgloss is history but you don’t mind. It’s nothing a little lip liner and Fenty can’t fix.

Eren can barely gather himself as he comes down, posture sagging and mouth open while you clean him up, kitten licking his shaft after you swallow his seed before your body comes level with his again, inching in slow and steady before happily locking lips in a blissed-out daze. You moan into the kiss and tilt your head to the side, letting Eren’s hands slink up from the sides of your bottom to hold your waist steady.

One of his eyes wink open lazily in search of the clock on his wood desk, pupils nearly exploding when he sees the time.

8:55 AM.

“Holy fucking shit,” he snaps from the kiss immediately, and considering the concerned look that turns into a knowing expression that possesses your features you can tell why.

Eren hops up faster than the speed of sound, standing at his full six-foot stature and hurriedly tucks himself back into his briefs and heads for the door, halfway out before

“Sorry, I can’t—” you cut him off with a sweet peck to his lips, simply smiling while he gives you a pensive look.

“I’m okay, don’t worry about me. I’ll be waiting for you when you get back.” Your eyes flutter when he leans in to connect your mouths after standing there for a mere second, balling up his shirt in your fist.

“Thank you.”

Eren’s flannel flails against the gust of the air while he takes off down the corridor of his dorms, disappearing when you watch him round the corner.

“Good luck, baby!” Not that he needs it. You know he’s going to pass.

“Look who made it by the skin of his teeth and the crack of his ass,” Connie entertains from his spot as he watches the brunet slide into his seat in front of his scantron, taking note of his disarrayed look.

It was 8:59 by the time Eren finally settled down in his row. One minute shy from being late. Shit.

“Dude you barely made it, if you didn’t get here on time Ackerman was gonna freak.” Armin pitches in next to Eren, blue eyes blown wide.

“You look like shit. Your fly is down too, boy genius. And why are your pants wet?”

“Don’t worry about it, fuckface.” Eren’s brow curls as he closes his zipper, holding his hand out while Armin digs through his pencil case for a utensil. He’s had enough stress to last weeks and now he has to deal with his idiot friends.

“Ooh, we’re sassy today, I think your girlfriend might be gassing that head of yours up a bit much dont’cha think?”

Eren chortles. “You’re one to talk about gas with that big ass blimp on your head, shut up before Ackerman gets on our ass, Megamind.” He half-whispers the last part, cautious of being reprimanded.

“Ahh, fuck you,” he muses, “Goddamn dork..”

Eren picks up his pencil as the test starts, turning his test booklet to the first out of one-hundred questions on the term, in way better spirits and gaining a newfound confidence than what he had this morning.