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Your eyes burned like someone had dunked your head into the ocean with your eyelids held back to let the salt seep in, and you drove the heels of your palms into your eyes. Your history professor, nicknamed Mr. Witch for his hooked nose, had assigned an independent project, and you wanted to complete it as soon as possible. But as you took another sip of bitter canned coffee, you knew you couldn’t stare at the computer screen for another second, project be damned. You crushed the now-empty can in your hand and tossed it to the floor to join the many others. 

If the laptop didn’t cost half as much as it did, you would have punched a hole in the screen by now. The emptied cans of coffee took its place as an outlet for your irritation at this project, and if you didn’t need the credits for this class to graduate, you would have given up by now. Too much research with not enough sources, and your brain ached from all the reading you had to do. Before you could turn your aggression towards the computer screen, you spammed the save button, slammed your laptop closed, and hopped into your bed.

 Your heart pounded in your chest as the caffeine thrummed in your veins, and despite your dry, burning eyes and mental exhaustion, sleep refused to embrace you when you closed your eyes and tugged your covers up to your chin. On your back with your hands gripping your covers, your eyes flipped open to stare at the ceiling. Your dry eyes could make out the small bumps above you, forming small clusters. Who needed sheep when you could count the bumps on your ceiling?

An exasperated sigh huffed out of you as you shoved the sheets off of you and sat up to glance at the empty bed beside you. Your roommate and best friend, Jayden, had told you they’d be heading to a frat party, intent on finding their next hookup, and they had expressed how they’d be more than willing to bring you along with them to help you get in so you could let loose for once. They’d gone as far as laying an outfit out for you, but you had declined their offer to spend it on your project—which you had regretted ever saying. 

Before they left, they told you not to work yourself to death, and if you decided you changed your mind, they’d work their magic to have the guys let you in. Now, you wished you’d taken them up on their offer. Just thinking about the project made your hand itch to grab your laptop, stomp up to Mr. Witch’s apartment, knock on his door, and slam it over the top of his head when he answered. Too bad you couldn’t actually do that, but hey, you could dream.

Your eyes flitted over to the window, and you caught sight of the frat house across the way, a few groups of people visible through the open windows. You just wanted to sleep, but the caffeine wouldn't let you, and you deliberated between forcing yourself to get some shut eye or slipping out to head over to the party. Jayden had said they’d help you get in, and while you needed sleep, you wouldn’t be able to with all the coffee in your system and irritation making your body tense. 

You grabbed a pillow to smother your face as you let out a deep groan. A small amount of irritation left, and your body relaxed as you flitted your eyes over to the outfit they’d put out for you. With a ‘fuck it’, you stripped from your pajamas and tugged on the clothes—a deep red dress that exposed your back and some cleavage as it fell to your mid thigh. You took a deep inhale before you exhaled; of course Jayden would give you an outfit that screamed “please fuck me.” Your rational brain would normally tell you to find something else, even if it were sweatpants and an oversized sweater, but lack of sleep and caffeine mingled to fuck up your ability to think straight as your current mind didn’t give two shits how others saw you. 

After fixing your messy hair and snatching your phone and dorm key to slip into a small handbag, you walked towards the door to see a pair of stilettos with heel straps waiting for you, courtesy of Jayden. You tugged the shoes on, and with one final check to make sure you had everything, you opened the door and slipped out when you knew the coast was clear of the RA. As you walked towards the entrance to the dormitories, you smoothed out the dress to calm your racing heart.

You’d never been to a party before, much less a frat party. What if they kicked you out? Thought you were stupid for even trying to enter without knowing anyone? Worries swirled in your mind, urging you to turn back, but you pushed them down as you opened the dorm entrance and shuddered as a cold breeze hit your exposed skin. A cardigan had been the last thing on your mind before you left, but now you cursed yourself for forgetting to slip one on while you stepped towards the frat house with lights twinkling in the windows.

Each step towards the house made your brain beg you to turn back, and as you rubbed the sides of your arms to get rid of the goosebumps, you told yourself it was too late. Your heels clacked against a walkway leading towards the front door, and you stopped several meters from it as panic set in. Now or never, you said, but the pounding in your eardrums and shakiness of your breath pointed towards never . You stood frozen in the walkway as you debated whether to turn around and slip back under your covers.

The front door creaked open, and you jolted to look up and see a guy around your age stepping out with a cup in his hand. A hat pushed his dirty blond hair back, and through the dim porch lights, he caught sight of you and blinked. His forehead creased and eyebrows furrowed as his eyes flitted between you and the house. The two of you remained in a silent stare off as both of you tried to think up what to say. You opened your mouth to stutter out something to ease the awkward silence between you and the stranger, but he beat you to it. 

“Y/N?” he questioned, and you blinked as you shivered from the cold.

“Yes?” you said as sirens blared in your head to leave . How did he even know your name when you didn’t know his? “I mean, no.” His eyebrows furrowed once more, and you stuttered. “I-I… I’m gonna go…” You pointed behind you as you started walking backwards, and the guy stepped off the porch.

“Jay said… I mean Jayden said you’d be coming,” he said, and you stopped, wobbling around as your heel almost gave out beneath you. 

“They did? I mean, they did. They told me they did.” You mentally slapped yourself for being so stupid, but if the other man shared the same opinion of you, he didn’t show it. You tugged your purse closer to you as you ignored the cold to straighten yourself up.

“Sorry. I expected you to come earlier.” He cleared his throat as you said nothing. “I’m Chase, by the way. Jay mentioned they had a friend that was planning on coming and to let them in, and I didn’t believe them at first…” He dragged his eyes up your body as you scrunched your body from the cold. “Do you want to come in? It’s warmer inside.”

Before you could respond, the front door creaked open once more, and loose strands of black hair peeked out as a muscular arm came into view. The owner of the arm stepped into full view, and your eyes took in the newcomer. Ripped jeans covering strong legs, a jacket tied around slim hips while a loose white tank top did a horrible job covering the muscles of his obliques and strong arms. You gulped as you took in his broad shoulders, and his muscles contracted from the cold while you dragged your eyes away from his bulging biceps to his face.

With black hair pulled back into a messy man bun, a few loose strands tickled his strong jawline, clean shaven, that brought attention towards his plumps lips leading to a straight nose that trailed up to thick eyebrows sitting above wide, piercing green eyes—eyes that honed in on you. The breath left your lungs as he pinned you down to your spot and shut the door behind him. He shoved his hands into his pockets and made his way down the porch stairs towards you and Chase, body moving as if he were a lithe animal and you were his new found prey. You shivered as his eyes seemed to strip you bare in front of him, as he stalked closer, the holes in his jeans exposing the flexing of his thighs. While your mind yelled at you to turn around and scurry back to your dorm, you couldn’t move as your eyes remained locked with his green ones. Your chest rose and fell with shallow pants as he stopped next to Chase, and his lips curled into a smirk as he slung an arm around Chase’s shoulder and tilted his head to the side to study you.

“Who’s your new friend, babes?” he said as he dragged his eyes up your body, his stare leaving a burning trail wherever it moved. 

As his voice reached your ears, you sucked in a sharp breath. His light and joking tone left a sharp contrast between the deep rumble of his voice that vibrated inside your body and sent tingles shooting across your skin. You hugged your body and shrunk in on yourself as the cold mixed with his sharp gaze and made you feel five times smaller. 

“Don’t call me ‘babes’.” Chase’s jaw twitched as he shrugged the man’s arm off of him. “She’s Y/N.”

You knew who he was. Eren Yeager. You shared stats and psychology with him, but you’d never talked to him once. Hearing his voice sent shockwaves of heat tingling through your body, and you hated how much you liked listening to him talk. 

Eren clicked his tongue, a clacking sound reaching your ears as something hit against his teeth, and when he ran his tongue over his bottom lip, your eyes widened as you caught sight of a metal piercing on the man’s tongue. You glanced back up at his eyes, and he smirked as he gave you a wink. 

“Jay’s friend, huh?” He gave you a once over again, eyes lingering on your thighs before dragging up your torso to your face.

You nodded, not trusting your voice in his presence.

Chase elbowed the man. “You’re scaring her, Eren,” he said, and Eren rolled his eyes. 

“Am I scary? I don’t think I am,” Eren said as he crossed his arms over his chest, and nope, you definitely did not watch the muscles of his forearms flex. “Sexy fits better, doesn’t it?” He didn’t break eye contact with you, and you gulped, your throat suddenly scratchy and dry.

“If you weren’t such a handsome bastard, I’d punch you for being so irritating,” Chase said as he glared at Eren, who tore his eyes away from you to pout at Chase.

“And why would you ever do that? I thought you loved me, dear,” he said, and his green eyes went back to your trembling body. “Now, Jay’s friend-”

“Y/N,” you said, surprising yourself when you didn’t stutter despite the cold and his stare, and his eyebrows shot up on his forehead. “I have a name.”

“She speaks!” Eren said as he unfolded his arms and ran a hand through his hair. “Now, are you entering the party or not? It’s cold out here, don’t you think, doll?” he asked, and as if on queue, a cold breeze made a shiver wrack your body. The nickname reached your ears, and a tingle shot up your spine at it, but you chalked it up to the cold.

“I… I think I’ll just head home,” you said, turning to leave, to get as far away from his eyes that tried to dissect you in front of him, but he cleared his throat.

“You came all the way here, so it’d be a shame if you left before coming in.” You didn’t say anything, and he took a step towards you as his hands untied the jacket around his hips. 

As he drew closer, you craned your neck to look up at him, unable to tear your eyes away from his, and he peered down at you. The scent of pine cologne reached your nose, and you held back the urge to take a deep breath. Warmth enveloped your cold shoulders and arms as he slipped his jacket around your shoulders, and the warmth from his body left you leaning towards him. He bent down towards your ear, and the warm puff of his breath against your ear made your legs tremble. 

“I’d hate for your beautiful self to freeze to death now,” he said, deep voice reverberating in your eardrums and invading your mind to turn your thoughts to mush. He stepped back, your body begging for the heat from his body. “Why don’t you come in, angel?” he asked you, and you pursed your lips, trying to ignore the tingling in your chest from the pet name he called you. 

“Should I?” you asked as you peered up at him through your eyelashes, and he bit his bottom lip. Your eyes remained fixed on his lip as his teeth dragged over it before releasing the plump flesh.

“I’d like you to,” he said, and your heart slammed into your ribcage.

Don’t be swayed, Y/N. This is how guys like him are—flirty as hell. 

“All right…” you responded, and he stepped away from you, allowing you to take a deep breath as you tugged his jacket tighter around you.

“You better not try anything funny with her, Eren, or I will make sure you can’t use your dick for a year,” Chase said as he tipped his drink, and Eren ooh’ed.

“That either means you’ll break my dick in half or you’ll exhaust it yourself. Kinda like the sound of the latter option,” Eren drawled, his tongue piercing flashing out, and you gulped, wondering how it would feel against your skin.

“Jay and I will beat your ass. Don’t. Fucking. Do. It.” He jabbed a finger into Eren’s sternum with each word, and Eren gripped Chase’s jaw to turn Chase’s face towards his.

“I’ll make it up to you, Chasey poo,” Eren said, and Chase huffed as he ripped his face away from Eren’s touch.

“Jump off the top of the roof then.”

“Into the pool?”

Another annoyed huff from Chase. “Onto the concrete, you dick.”

“Ouch, babes. I’m hurt.”

“Just fucking take her inside already.”

“All right. If you ever want to vent your frustrations out on me, I’ll be down, anytime. Your room or mine?” 

Chase kicked at him, and Eren laughed as he stepped out of the way. 

Eren puckered his lips and made kissing noises at Chase, who flicked him off, and Eren laughed. Chase walked back to the porch of the frat house. He turned back around to look at you and gave you a sympathetic look.

“If he causes you any trouble, just kick him and run off. He might look tough, but he has weak bones,” Chase told you, and Eren’s jaw dropped in offense.

“Hey! I’ll have you know that I’ve been drinking a lot of milk, so my bones are nice and dense!” Eren yelled at him, and Chase held up a middle finger at him before he disappeared into the house. He turned back to you, tongue flicking out to flash that damned tongue piercing that made your heart pound between your legs, and quirked an eyebrow. “Coming?”

“So long as you don’t drug me,” you said, and you gasped and covered your mouth as he stared at you unblinking. “Sorry! I-I didn’t mean… I shouldn’t have said that.”

He chuckled, and the deep sound sank into your mind and warmed your body. “We don’t have any drugs. Chase has made sure of that.” When your eyebrows raised, he held out a pinky. “I promise, love. No funny business from me or anyone,” he said, and you hooked your pinky around his, the touch of his warm skin against yours electric as you sucked in a breath.

“I’ll believe you this once,” you said, and his tongue jabbed the inside of his cheek as he gave you a smile. 

“Let me help you inside,” he said as he held your hand to help you up the stairs towards the door Chase had left open. 

Tingles ran across the nerves in your hand down your arm to spread across your body as the calluses of his hands rubbed against your skin. You thanked Eren as you made it up the stairs, and he released you, much to your body’s dismay, to usher you inside. You let out a sigh of relief as the warm AC hit your cold skin, but soft tremors still wracked your body.

“Are you still cold?” Eren asked you, and you glanced up at him as he peered down at you with his head tilted to the side.

“Ah… n-no. Just too much coffee,” you said, and he hummed as he settled his hand on your upper back to lead you towards the kitchen. Even through his jacket covering your bare back, the warmth of his hand sank into your back, and goosebumps shot up on your skin from his touch. 

A few people glanced up at you from their conversations as you made your way to the kitchen area, but when Eren looked at them, their attention returned to their groups. With each step you took, you tried to tear your awareness away from the large hand on your upper back, but once he slipped it off the moment you reached the kitchen, you found your body begging for the touch back. You tugged the jacket around you tighter and took a deep breath, letting the gentle scent of his pine cologne reach your nose.

“Yo, D’Marcus,” Eren said, and a man looked over his shoulder as he rummaged through the fridge.

“‘Sup. Need something?” he asked, and Eren glanced over at you as you dragged your eyes around the house. People stuck to little groups, chatting as they drank, and you didn’t see Jayden anywhere.

“Just some drinks.”

D’Marcus sighed. “Booze or juice?”

“There’s no water option?” you asked as you figeted in place.

“Unless you want tap water that tastes like pennies and every disease imaginable, no,” D’Marcus told you.

“Chase called weeks ago. They still haven’t come?” Eren’s fingers drummed on the countertop next to the fridge, and your eyes caught on the silver rings adorning his long, thick fingers. Veins popped on the back of his hands and his exposed arms, and you gulped, your throat desperate for something to drink.

“Nope. And Kiara took the last water.” 

“I’ll…” your voice came out dry, and you cleared your throat. “I’ll just have some juice then.”

“Beer for me,” Eren added.

D’Marcus nodded and grabbed a beer and tossed it to him, who popped it open and took a swig as D’Marcus grabbed a carton of juice and poured you a glass. You thanked him as he handed it to you, and the two men started talking about work and some errands they had to run in the morning.

 As the two men talked, you lifted your drink to your lips and took a tentative lap of the juice. Eren’s lips pulled back into a crooked grin as he watched you, a soft chuckle vibrating in his chest.

“D’Marcus didn’t spike it, if that’s what you’re worried about,” he told you, and your face burned as the two men observed you. You were suddenly aware of the bare skin of your chest, the deep V of the top dipping between your breasts.

You shifted on your feet, your soles throbbing in pain, and you tilted your head to distract from your pained expression. “The one I have to be worried about is you.” 

Eren rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest. “I’m not that much of a piece of shit, okay?”

“That means you’re still a piece of shit.” D’Marcus snatched the beer from his hand and dumped it down the drain.

“Hey! I was drinking that!” Eren complained, and D’Marcus pointed at the table.

“Let her sit down and rest her feet, dipshit.” 

At that, Eren turned to look towards you, his eyes widening when he noticed you shifting on your feet in discomfort. Without another word, he led you towards a table in the kitchen and pulled out a chair for you to plop down into. 

“Aren’t you a true gentleman?” you said as you plopped down with a sigh of relief, the weight on your sore feet disappearing, and you took a swig of your drink. “Bet you do the same for a lot of girls to get on their good side.”

His chest rumbled with a deep laugh, and your chest tightened at the warm sound that caressed your ears. It felt like honey dripping from his lips, and you craved to hear more. He dropped into the chair across from you and rested his arms on the table to lean forward towards you.

“Maybe I do. Maybe I don’t. You’ll have to find out for yourself,” he told you with a smug smile that you were tempted to kiss off of his face. Maybe sleep deprivation was catching up to you and giving your brain strange ideas. 

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” You took another sip of your drink and quirked an eyebrow at him.

He chuckled again, and you squeezed your legs together when his tongue poked out of the side of his mouth, the piercing you desperately wanted to feel against you grabbing your attention. “I’m more interested in knowing why you’re on five cans of coffee if I’m being honest.”

You rolled your eyes with an irritated sigh as you sat your cup of half-finished cranberry juice onto the table, the memories of your history project waiting for you at your dorm resurfacing. “History project.”

Eren winced. “Mr. Witch’s class?”

Your eyes widened as you held back laughter. “You call him that too? And yes, it is his class. I’m just about ready to drop out of his class and become a stripper or something. I do not want to be in that class any longer, and I hate how it's a requirement to graduate.”

Eren leaned back in his seat with a sigh. “Tell me about it, love. I took his class last year just to get it out of the way, and I hated it so much! I swear he wanted to suck Napoleon’s dick with how much he talked about Austerlitz.” He rubbed his eyes with the palms of his hands as he relived his time in the class from your words.

“Oh my God, I know! I honestly wouldn’t be surprised if he went into the museum where Napoleon’s dick supposedly is and stole it,” you added, and Eren sat up to fix you with a shocked gaze.

“There’s Napoleon’s dick in a museum?”

You nodded and sipped your drink. “I can’t remember which state it is, but it’s somewhere in America. It’s all mummified and shit. It has to be wrinklier than a raisin by now.”

Eren made a gagging noise as he imagined what Napoleon’s dick would look like now. “No, don’t say that! Now I have that image stuck in my mind.”

“You’re welcome,” you told him with a sickeningly sweet smile, and you flitted your eyes towards the living room as the sound of shoes on the floor came towards you. Your attention landed on the familiar face, kinky curls framing their heart shaped face and drawing your focus up to their dark eyes.

Eren noticed your eyes drawn off into the distance, and he turned to see who caught your eyes. The person stopped by D’Marcus, and a grin pulled Eren’s lips back to expose his white teeth. “Ey, Jay! Haven’t seen you in a while.”

You tightened Eren’s jacket around you and ducked your head down as Jayden turned towards his voice and walked up to him. They gave him a fistbump.

“Yo, white boy. I was talking with Kiara.” They leaned into his ear. “Do you think Chase would mind if I take her up to his room?” The corner of their lips curled upwards.

“Why Chase’s room?” Eren asked.

“Cuz it’s cleaner than everyone else’s room.” They rolled their eyes. “The real question is why you’re sitting here instead of finding another girl for the night.”

You tensed slightly at those words. You didn’t want to be a random girl he was using to waste time tonight. You had enough of being used and dropped the next moment. Before you could listen to more and feel even more stupid for wasting your time with him, Eren interjected Jayden.

“Ah, no. I’m talking with someone. I don’t feel like searching for someone at the moment. I’m good right here,” he said, and you paused, giving Jayden enough time to drag their eyes over to you and catch a glimpse of your face. You gave them a sheepish wave as their face went slack, eyes wide and mouth ajar.

“Y/N, you did show up!” they said. “See? I told you she’d come.”

Eren leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms, and you straightened in your chair. “Yeah, and you gave me this to wear,” you said, dragging a hand down your body.

“What? You look hot, bestie!” 

“I look like I’m going to the club, not to a small party!” you hissed at them, and they shrugged.
“It is a nice dress,” Eren said as his eyes dragged down your torso, and your skin warmed under his gaze.

You bit your bottom lip and looked away from him as Jayden whipped their attention towards him, eyes widened and burning with unspoken threats. “If you so much as lay a hand on her, I will cut your dick off and staple it to your forehead!”  

“At least take me on a date first before you see my dick, Jay. I’ll let you cut it off afterwards,” Eren said, chuckling when Jayden rolled their eyes at him with a huff.

“Puh-lease. Half the girls and guys in this university have seen your dick.” They crossed their arms and fixed him with an incredulous look. “Just because you have a big dick doesn’t mean everyone wants to see it.”

You choked on your drink at their words, and as you coughed, Jayden and Eren looked at you. Jayden smirked.

“Ooh, she heard her two favorite words: big dick.” They leaned across the table towards you. “I assure you, his ego is bigger than his cock, and you don’t want to deal with that first. Save yourself the trouble and either head home or find someone else to talk to.”

“Hey, I have much more to me than my big dick and big ego,” Eren chimed in.

Jayden looked back at him. “Like your insatiable sex drive?” When he shrugged, they sighed. “Don’t be swayed by him, Y/N. He may sweet talk you, but don’t fall for it.” 

You pursed your lips and nodded, words meant to be playful digging into cuts that had yet to heal. You shouldn’t have come here.

“I’ll have you know that that is not my intention tonight. Can’t a guy just chat with a pretty lady?”

Your heart fluttered. He called you pretty. It’s a lie. He’s trying to butter you up to get in your pants.

“Yeah, yeah. Just no funny business, and I mean it, you hear?” Jayden flipped their fingers between her eyes and Eren’s as they walked backwards. “She’s very fragile, so don’t hurt her with your fuckboy-ness.”

Eren saluted. “Aye aye, captain,” he said, and they rolled their eyes before blowing you a kiss of disappearing around the stairs, D’Marcus following behind them. Once they left, he looked back at you. “Do you want to leave now?”

Though you were wary of him once again, you tried to hide it with a soft smirk. “What makes you say that?”

He hummed and tapped the table. “You don’t seem comfortable around me anymore thanks to Jay’s loud mouth. I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable, so I’m here to tell you that I’m not trying to get into your pants—or under your dress, I mean.”

You sucked in a breath. You couldn’t fall for the same thing twice, or you’d never be able to live with yourself. “Oh, really? Why do I find that hard to believe?” you joked, and his tongue swiped across his bottom lip. A heartbeat pounded between your legs at the sight of the piercing, and you mentally slapped yourself for being so horny.

“I’m not a mindless sex addict, babes. I’d like to have a nice conversation with you without chasing you off with unwanted sexual advances,” he said, and you hummed.

“Do you say this to a lot of people?” you asked, tipping your glass back and downing the rest of your drink.

Eren chuckled, tongue poking out of the corner of his mouth. “Wow, I’m hurt. You don’t trust my words?”

“After learning how you have an ‘insatiable sex drive’, as Jayden said, I’m not taking my chances. Who knows how many people you’ve told this, only to seduce them and have sex with them.” You rested your head in your hands as you fixed him with a serious look, your lips offering him a soft smile. “I’ll let you know now that I didn’t come here for that anyways.”

“That works for me. Junior needs a break. Plus, talking to you keeps everyone else from bothering me,” Eren said as he leaned back in his chair, an arm slinging across the back and his legs spreading. He looked around, and you followed his eyes to see people staring at him but not daring to come closer when they spotted you across from him.

“First off,” you held up one finger, “don’t refer to your dick as ‘Junior’ ever again. And second off,” a second finger stood up to join the first, “that means you’re using me to keep people away. I feel like insect repellent.” You set your hand down on the table and looked at him.

Eren pouted and looked down at his lap. “She doesn’t like your name, buddy. I’m sorry she’s so mean.” When you scoffed at his behavior, he flashed his pearly whites at you. “Maybe I am using you, but aren’t I just a way for you to ignore your history project? Not that I mind, but I’m sure your project misses seeing your sexy face twisted into frustration.”

You barked out sarcastic laughter, and a voice sounded off to the side. 

“Eren! What the hell are you doing sitting here?” a man called as he walked up and slapped Eren on the back. Eren winced but offered a genuine smile. 

  “I can’t talk with someone, Izuki?” Eren said to the young looking man. 

Dark brown, almond shaped doe eyes fluttered at him, and Izuki pouted at him. “But I wanted someone to play beer pong with me.” 

“You’re underage. Chase will kill you if he finds out. Plus, I’m talking to someone. Go ask Tony.” While his tone was light, his clipped sentences suggested he wanted the kid gone so he could continue talking with you. You mentally cursed when butterflies fluttered around inside your stomach at the thought that he wanted to talk to you .

“But Tony sucks!” Izuki grabbed Eren’s muscled arm and tried to tug him out of the chair, but he didn’t budge. “And don’t you dare snitch to Chase, you bitch!” 

“You can go play if you’d like. I’ve taken more than plenty of your time. I might just grab another drink,” you said as you picked up your empty glass.

You stood before either of the guys could say anything and walked back to the fridge, where the carton of cranberry juice sat on the counter next to the ice box. You filled the cup as you watched Izuki pout and beg for Eren to play with him. While Eren didn’t snap at the guy, a muscle in his jaw tensed, and you decided you had to put a stop to Izuki’s annoying attempts to get Eren to play with him. You walked back to the table and slammed the cup on the table, startling Eren and Izuki.

“What the hell?!” Izuki shouted when he jumped in shock, and you gave him a forced smile as you slid into your seat.

“I just remembered that I asked Eren if he wouldn’t mind walking me back home, so I’d appreciate it if you would stop trying to drag my rapist repellent into your desperate attempts to get laid,” you told him, glaring at him through slitted eyes. He shuddered under your gaze, and Eren chuckled.

“Didn’t know I went from being your talking buddy for the night to your body guard. It’s a nice promotion if I’m being honest,” Eren said, and Izuki pursed his lips, the cogs in his mind turning to try to find out a way to keep Eren here for his plans.

“Get used to the promotion because I’d like to leave now.” You fixed Izuki with a fake smile, your eyes telling him to fuck off, and he scuttled away to ask someone else to play with him.

“I never knew I’d be rapist repellent, but I quite like the sound of it,” Eren said as he fixed his jade green eyes on you.

“Well, sorry to disappoint, but it was my pathetic choice for an excuse,” you told him, hiding your face in your hands. He chuckled, and you looked up at him to see him grinning lopsided at you.

“So does that mean you’re not going home, or that you are and just don’t want me to protect you?” He quirked an eyebrow at you, and you rolled your eyes and reached for your drink in the middle of the table.

“Shut up.” You tried to grab your drink, but your hand bumped it, and in an instant the contents spilled onto the table, splashing onto Eren's white shirt. Your eyes widened when he jumped up and showed the red stain on his shirt. “Shit! I-I’m so sorry! I didn’t… I didn’t mean to do that. Uh… Uh… Uh…” You whipped your head around as you tried to think of what to do. As the restroom door opened and closed, a thought hit you. “Toilet.” You grabbed Eren’s wrist and dragged him towards the toilet, only for him to stop in his tracks. When you looked at him, he pulled you up the stairs onto the next floor before walking into a room.

“Someone went into the restroom downstairs,” he said when your eyebrows furrowed at him, and he flipped a switch to expose a restroom to you. 

Once the door closed behind you, trapping both of you in the small bathroom, your eyes flitted around as you thought of what to do. As you stood still, brain short-circuiting as panic took over your senses, Eren leaned against the wall, lip curled into a smirk as he crossed his arms over his chest. “I missed seeing you so nervous.” When you didn’t respond, he continued. “You were sexy before, but now you’re cute.”

You once again ignored his words and fixated your eyes on the stain on his tank top. “Take it off,” you said.

He gasped, covering his mouth with his hand. “At least take me out for dinner first.”

You rolled your eyes, not caring about how dirty you had sounded before. “Unless you want to keep wearing a stained shirt, I suggest you take it off so that I can clean it.”

His eyes flitted down to his shirt, and he shrugged. “I kinda like it. It’s like a statement piece that reminds me of the pretty girl who spilled the drink on me.” When you readied yourself to leave out the door, he rushed forward. “Okay, okay! I’ll take it off. You don’t have to be so worried about the shirt. I can always buy another one.” 

Instead of answering, you held out a hand.

“I assume that’s for the shirt and not because you’re asking me for a dance in this room,” he said, and your eyes squinted at him. “I’ll take that as a yes.” He grabbed the neck of his shirt and pulled it off in one swift motion.

You froze in place as the white tank top left his chest exposed for your hungry eyes to run over, hands dropping to your side. Without the loose tank top, your wide eyes could take in the contrast between his broad shoulders, so broad you couldn’t wrap your arms around him, and his slim waist begging for your legs to wrap around. Your lips parted to let out heavy breaths as your mouth watered with the need, the desire , to run your hands over his strong chest, muscular biceps and forearms, and abs—he had a fucking ten pack. 

Your tongue swiped across your bottom lip as you dragged your eyes down his abs, taking in each bump of muscle as it flexed underneath your gaze, down to the V cut on his hips that led towards what you knew would be exactly what you wanted. Your breath stopped in your throat as you caught sight of the veins on his low stomach and a small trail of dark hair leading down, down until they disappeared under his jeans. With a gulp, you glanced down to see the bulge in his jeans, and you flicked your eyes back up to his face. His head tilted to the side, a knowing smirk on his face as his green eyes bore into yours and turned hooded.

You looked anywhere but at him, the stained shirt completely forgotten on the ground as his feet padded towards you. Each fall of his foot sent your heart slamming into your rib cage, blood pounding in your ears, pulse thrumming between your legs as your clit throbbed. Your nipples strained against the fabric of your dress as the intensity of Eren’s gaze burned into your skin and made arousal seep out of your pussy. As he drew closer, you backed up until your back hit the door, and you gasped as his hands rested on either side of your head, his strong arms caging you against the door as he brought his face level to yours. The pine smell of his cologne mixed with his musk to invade your nose and turn your thoughts to mush.

Your eyes glanced at the ground, and you couldn’t breathe as you dragged your eyes up his legs, up his abs you needed to trace with your tongue, up his pecs to his neck that begged for your lips on it, to his lips. Those damned lips pulled back into that cocky smirk you wanted to kiss off. Forcing your eyes off of his lips, you looked up at him with doe eyes, your bottom lip clutched between your teeth. His gaze flicked down to your lips, you mirroring his actions.

“I know I said I wouldn’t, but I don’t think I can hold back anymore,” he said, breath fanning against your lips, and ragged breaths pushed out of you, your chest heaving as your body trembled under his gaze. He licked his lips, the tongue piercing you had fantasized about feeling against you all night flashing out and making your walls pulse. “Especially when you look at me like that.” 

Nipples hard against your dress, clit swollen between your legs as your pussy weeped from the desire coursing through your flaming body, you dared your eyes to look back at his. “Like what?” you asked, voice shaky as the lust in his irises just about made you burst.

He leaned in towards your neck and puffed his breath against your skin. You tilted your head to the side to give him more access, and his lips ghosted over your skin. A tremor ripped through your body as electricity shot through your veins. “Like you want me to devour you.” 

If you weren’t wet before, you definitely were now as his voice dropped in volume until it came out as a hungry rasp, like he was trying so hard not to take you right there. You bit your lip as a whimper sounded in the back of your throat, and he sighed against your neck. Your pulse hammered in your neck, and you trembled. 

“Please…” you begged as you almost crashed to the floor, and he paused and glanced up at you, hooded eyes swirling with desire. The hunger in his eyes told you he was just as desperate to be inside you as you were to have him inside your crying pussy. So wet for him. So ready for his cock.

“Please what?” he asked, the slow drawl of his voice making you feel dirty about your desires for him to take you. Right there. Hard in the bathroom.

“Kiss me…” you panted out, and he pressed a kiss to the base of your throat.

Weak legs almost gave out from underneath you, and a large hand gripped your waist to keep you up as he peppered kisses against your neck. He’d plant a kiss, hold it for a few seconds, before finding a new spot to cover with his soft, warm lips. He took his time covering your skin, not missing a single spot as you struggled to breathe.

You threw your head back against the door as his tongue replaced his lips and ran along the outlines of the muscles in your neck, the piercing you had desperately needed to feel on you pressing into your skin. The slow drag of his tongue up the side of your neck made the warm metal drag a dull, burning ache along your skin, and your hands shot forward to press against his chest to steady yourself. A filthy moan escaped you as he took his time to savor the taste of your skin on his tongue, and you cried out when he swirled his tongue underneath your jaw and nipped at the sporadic pulse in your throat. He sucked hickeys onto your throat where he saw fit, and your body swayed.

Your walls pulsated, you felt a sharp pang in your cunt as it begged for his cock, and your clit burned as you rubbed your legs together to satiate the throbbing. All you cared about now was Eren and letting him take away the desperate gnawing desire eating away at you. Any longer, and you’d probably break down from the need for him. His lips kissed down to where your shoulder met your neck, and he sank his teeth into the flesh. The sharp twinge of pain before he ran his tongue over the mark turned into a heavy fire that spread throughout your body, and you couldn’t bear it any longer.

Your hands shot to his hair, fisting his black strands as you pulled him off your neck. He groaned as you tugged his face up to yours, the rumbling sound rippling inside your body, and you slammed your lips into his. You cried out into his mouth as static surged across your lips and straight down to your cunt, the soft velvet of his lips so much better against your mouth than you had imagined. 

Suddenly, there was not enough skin for your desperate hands to touch. They ran over his wide shoulders, along his arms, across his chest, down his abs, up his back to trace his shape into your mind as his jacket slipped off your shoulders to pile at your feet, your purse soon following it to the floor. The teasing had pushed you so close to the edge already, mind hazy, that you were almost coming as he returned your vigor, his hands ditching their spot beside your head as they ran down your back, groping your ass and massaging it in his palm, all while he devoured your lips. You were drunk on him—on his lips, on his scent, on the touch of his hands.

A strangled cry caught in your throat as the calloused pads of his hands dragged against your bare skin, trails of fire shooting up wherever he had touched, and you couldn’t get enough of his touch or of how he felt beneath your touch. Primal hunger churned in your stomach as he stole the air out of your lungs with the desperate movement of his lips against yours. A hand caught the back of your thigh as your lips messily danced against each other, and a tremor shook your body as he lifted your leg up to his waist and pressed the hard length of his cock against your clothed pussy.

You moaned into his mouth, his lips devouring your noise as he rolled his hips into your aching clit, and your body tensed. Your vagina spasmed, burning fire seeping throughout your vulva as you shook against him, shaky breaths pushing out of your nose. He moaned against your lips as he felt your cunt pulsate behind the thin material of your panties, and his muscles grew rigid under your touch as he fought back the urge to strip you now and fuck into what he knew would be such a sweet, tight warmth that he wouldn’t be able to stop. 

Your hands sought refuge on his deltoids as he continued to rock his hips into yours to help your ride out your sudden orgasm, and your fingernails dug into his flesh. A noise sounded in the back of his throat that you almost didn’t catch, but when it registered in your mind, your clit swelled back up. He had fucking whimpered as you dug your nails into his skin. As you heard the noise, you added it to your list of favorite sounds.

As the whimper echoed throughout your body and made your pussy even slicker with arousal, you couldn’t stand any longer, your body leaning into his as your legs turned to jelly beneath you. Both of his hands grabbed your ass to hold you up against him, to lift you as he turned your bodies to the countertop and rested you on top of it. The cool marble pressed against your burning skin, and you melted against it as Eren stepped closer between your legs until his cock pressed impossibly harder against your clothed sex. A hand rested on your hip to roll you forward against his clothed erection, to bite into your clit and cause all rational thoughts to leave your mind. 

He pulled away from your lips, his teeth snagging your bottom lip as he dragged it back with him, slowly releasing it. Heavy pants pushed past your abused lips as he let you catch your breath, and as your hazy eyes focused back on his lips, his other hand snaked behind your head, fisting your hair as he leaned over you and forced your head to tilt back. You let him move you without argument, and he slotted his lips back over yours and tilted your head to the side.

He sipped at your lips as if they were a drink he couldn’t get enough of, his teeth nibbling at your bottom lip, and he continued rocking your hips down onto his dick as you let him take control. You couldn’t think straight as pleasure shot up throughout your body, but you knew you wanted all his clothes off now , to feel his naked body against yours, rocking into the tight grip of your aching cunt to alleviate the insatiable burn echoing deep inside your womb. 

His tongue swiped at the seam of your lips, and you melted into his hand as your lips parted. He thrust his tongue into your welcoming mouth, and you fell limp in his touch as his taste invaded your senses. Though there was a slight taste of shitty beer, the taste was so predominantly him that in that instant, it became your new favorite taste. You couldn’t get enough of his warmth that melted on your tongue, and you quivered under him as he sucked on your tongue.

You arched your back and pressed your chest against his, hard nipples rubbing against the fabric of your dress to create a delicious burn that tingled throughout your body. You moaned into his mouth, and he swallowed the sound as he caressed your tongue with his. He savored the wet velvet feel of your tongue against his before he explored the rest of your mouth. The piercing on his tongue pressed against the curve of your cheek and moved to drag along the roof of your mouth as the tickling sensation shot down your spine.   

His tongue didn’t leave a single spot unexplored as he savored your taste against him. The two of you were addicting to the other, the simple flavor of the other slamming arousal deep into your gut. Your senses turned muddled at the feeling of him grinding against you as he licked around inside your mouth, and if he didn’t ravage your insides this instant, you’d die from arousal. 

Your mind became hazy as the breath left your lungs, your eyes rolling back in your head as he stole the oxygen in your chest. He pulled his tongue out of your mouth and dragged his lips off of yours, and you almost chased his tongue into his mouth. He pressed his forehead against yours as both of your breaths puffed out of your mouths and mixed.

“Fuck me…” you panted out, and the hand on your hip tightened. 

He slipped his hand free from behind your head, but before you could complain, it gripped your ass and pulled you flush against his abs. The muscles flexed beneath your soaked panties, and he sucked in a breath as he felt your wetness against his skin. You wrapped your legs around his hips, and he grabbed your arms to wrap around his neck before he returned his grip to your rear. He lifted you against him, and you tightened your grip around his neck and hips as he turned towards the bathroom door and twisted it open. 

He stepped out and closed the door behind him, both hands supporting your ass. Your heart pounded in your chest—whether from anticipation of getting to feel his cock inside you or worry that someone would see the two of you now, you didn’t know. And with each step he took down the hall toward a room, you didn’t care. You took your chance to run your lips over his neck as he walked, and he sighed at the feeling of the open-mouthed kisses you gave his skin, hands tightening on your ass as you struggled to hold back a moan against his throat. He stopped, a hand reaching out to fumble for the door knob, and after a few moments, it twisted and opened.

He rushed inside and closed the door behind him, turning around to press your back against the door. A hand flicked on the lights, but all you could focus on was the scent of Eren that bombarded your senses at once. It felt as if he were everywhere, touching everything he could, and you loved it . 

“I… I can’t take it much longer,” you whined against his neck as you rolled your hips against his stomach, and he groaned into your hair.

“Me neither, baby… I need to fuck you so badly,” he said, and the desperation thick in his voice had your pussy pounding. He sucked in a breath. “Fuck…”

Your mouth ran dry, your throat turning scratchy as the deep, breathy sound of his cursing made you eager to hear more. You wanted to hear him cursing as he tried to hold back. You wanted to hear the same voice complimenting you. 

“I want—no, need —your cock in my mouth,” you breathed out, and he stilled against your rocking body. 

“You’re going to be the death of me…” he said as he pulled you off the door to walk deeper into his room, deeper into the pine and musk smell of his that you would never be able to forget. With each step, you bounced against him, your clit dragging against his stomach as your cunt clenched in anticipation.

“That’s my plan,” you told him as you sighed in pleasure. 

His hands disappeared from your ass and reappeared on the back of your thighs, and you forced yourself to pull away from him as he helped set your feet onto the ground. The moment your soles touched the floor, you pushed him towards the bed until he sat down, and you dropped onto your knees in front of him, coming face to face with the painful bulge in his jeans. He sucked in a shaky breath as you ran your hand over his clothed cock, and you licked your lips as you popped the buttons and gripped the zipper between your fingers and tugged down.

Your heart sped up at the sound of his pants unzipping, and you looked up at him for silent permission to take everything off of him. His hooded green eyes watched you as shallow pants pushed past his lips. He nodded down at you, and you wasted no time in hooking your fingers under the waistband of his boxers as he lifted his hips and you tugged them down with his jeans. 

Your once dry mouth flooded as his cock sprang out from the confines of his boxers to meet your hungry eyes. You had known he’d be well endowed, but the size exceeded your expectations. Long and thick, with a reddened tip that oozed precum and a slight curve you knew would feel perfect inside of you. A large vein ran down the underside of his cock, disappearing between his balls, pulled tight from arousal and framed by his muscular thighs. You gulped as you imagined how he’d feel against your tongue. So hot and heavy and hard for you . Maybe Jayden had done God’s work by giving you this dress.

You reached out a shaky hand to grip the base of his cock, your fingers not touching around him, and he sighed at the soft touch of your palm and fingers against his aching dick. His eyes threatened to close from pleasure as he peered down at you to watch you guide the red tip towards your soft lips. His thighs tensed as you lapped at the precum seeping from his tip. Fuck, he tasted so good on your tongue. Musky, clean, so hot, and slightly salty. The light lick of your hot tongue against his sensitive head shot white hot flames down his length, and a hand rested on the back of your head.

He didn’t force you to take him in with his hand. It was more of an anchor for him so he didn’t lose himself entirely to the pleasure of your tongue. You hadn’t even taken him into your mouth, and he was already coming undone. Lord help him when you let his head past your lips.

You stared up at him as you pressed a kiss to his tip, his cock twitching under the velvet-soft pillows of your lips. His jaw tensed as he watched you trail kisses down the underside of his cock, stopping where his head met his length to flick your tongue over the sensitive skin. 

He whimpered at the pleasure. “Shit!” he panted out as his head fell back, and arousal gnawed at your womb as your eyes trailed up his abs and chest to see his neck exposed. The hand behind your head tightened but still remained resting on your hair. 

You moaned against his cock as you worked your way down to his balls, pressing open-mouthed kisses against him with your eyes closed to take in and savor more of his taste. You peppered kisses on the base of his cock, and when you opened your eyes, your breath caught at the need in his eyes. His green irises begged you to take him into your mouth already.

You’d oblige… soon. With your eyes locked with him, your tongue ran over the tight skin of his balls, one hand massaging him as the other reached behind you to slip off your heels. He released strained groans and moans that he muffled behind a bit lip, but you weren’t satisfied. You needed to hear him.

Your tongue applied more pressure to his skin as you drew circles on his balls, and the hand on your head twitched. You traced a wet strip along the bulging vein of his cock, memorizing the feel of it underneath your tongue, and he blew out a breath from his nose.

“Fuck, baby… Take me into your mouth. I need to see your lips around me,” he whispered, words strained. His sanity was five seconds from being thrown out the window, and your own sanity would join his instantly.

Though you had wanted to tease him more, your mouth needed him inside it, and hearing him call you baby in a needy tone made you just as desperate as he was. You dragged your tongue up the rest of his length to swirl around his tip. You flicked your tongue over his slit, and he groaned, his hand applying pressure to your head in a desperate attempt to get your lips around him. Your mouth opened, accepting his light pushing on your head as you wrapped your lips around his cock.

“Shi-” He didn’t finish the word as a deep, rumbling groan left his throat as the wet warmth of your mouth sucked him inside.

Your tongue welcomed his length as it rubbed against the vein while you sank farther down his cock. His dick rested against the flat of your tongue, so hot and heavy like you wanted, and he twitched inside your mouth. A moan vibrated in your throat and shot through him in a bolt of pure bliss, and he almost came there as his eyes fluttered shut.

“Just like that, baby… So good,” he moaned out, and your chest tingled at the praise.

You bobbed up and down his length, suckling on his head before forcing it back into your throat as your tongue pressed against the underside of his cock. He couldn’t fit entirely into your mouth, and you popped off his length to let spit drip past your lips onto his head. You smeared your spit along his shaft before latching back onto his cock to suck him. Whatever didn’t fit in your mouth met your hand as it flicked up and down in time with the rocking of your head. 

Your throat opened and closed around him to accommodate his size, and you moaned when his tip hit the back of your mouth and prodded at the walls of your throat. The sound of his pleasured groans and moans had your slit crying and your clit pounding and begging for attention. With your free hand, you snaked it underneath the band of your panties and over the curls on your pubic mound to brush against your painful clit.

A tremor shook your body as electric pleasure shocked your nerves, a passionate moan rumbling around his cock as you circled your finger over your hard clit. Your fingers dipped down into your pussy, and your fingers became soaked from how much arousal dripped from your cunt. You pressed a finger into your tight entrance, your desperate walls sucking it in as you sank your finger in until it reached your knuckles. 

“You look so pretty with my cock in your mouth,” he said.

Soft cries spilled from your lips, muffled by his cock, as you curled your finger inside of you. Dull, hot pleasure echoed through your walls as your finger pressed against your nerve endings, and Eren peeled his eyes open to look down at you. His heart pounded in his cock as he watched you bob your head on his length, two fingers now pumping inside of you and coating your fingers in your arousal. You glanced up at him, eyes wide and needy as they begged him to fuck your throat. 

Your hand around the base of his cock disappeared as he placed both of his hands on the back of your head. He rolled his hips forward, his length pushing past your lips before dragging out slowly. Your saliva clung to his dick, and he moaned as the walls of your throat closed around him.

“God, you’re so fucking sexy…” he breathed out as you fingered yourself while he fucked your throat.

Your cunt clenched around your fingers as his moan vibrated inside of you, and you curled your fingers faster, your other hand pressing on your clit to circle it. The rocking of his hips into your mouth became faster, the tip of his cock pressing into the back of your throat. Your slit burned and pulsated, your muscles tensing, and you quickened your fingers on your clit. Eren let out a moan as his cock became heavier and twitched, and you whimpered around him as you came undone. Flashes of hot pleasure shot up in your lower half as you shook, your fingers still pumping out of you, and Eren pulled you off of him with a pop.

“Cum on my face… Please,” you breathed out as you orgasm ebbed, eyes glossy from pleasure and fingers still inside you. He bit his lip as he jerked his hand up and down his length. Strings of curses spilled from his lips as his muscles tensed, cock twitching, and you opened your mouth to await the spray of cum.

“Fuck-!” he cursed one last time before white, hot cum shot out of his cock onto your face. 

Your eyes closed as it hit you, most of it reaching your mouth. A small bit dripped down your chin. His hand continued to jerk up and down his length, milking every last drop, and you stuck out your tongue. He tapped his head against your tongue, and you moaned as the hot, salty taste of him hit your taste buds. You lapped up the last drop of cum from his slit and swallowed as he let out heavy pants to calm his breathing. Your hand on your clit pulled off to swipe at his come on your face, and you licked your hands clean as you let his flavor dance on your tongue.

“Shit…” he said as you watched you drink every last drop of his cum, and you gave him a siren’s smile as you pulled your fingers out of your pussy, your body jerking from the over stimulation. You lifted your fingers to your mouth, but he snagged your hand and pulled it towards his lips.

The tips of your fingers pressed against the seam of his mouth before they disappeared inside his mouth. He ran his tongue over your fingers, his piercing pressing into your skin, and you watched with wide, aroused eyes as he sucked your arousal off of your fingers. He moaned around your fingers and stared right into your eyes.

Once he was satisfied, he pulled you out of his mouth and fixed you with a hungry gaze. Newfound desire flared in his green irises, leaving your legs trembling as he held your stare. “I need to taste more of you now.” 

Your heart pounded in your pussy as you imagined his tongue pressing against you, tasting you. You just about tripped on your wobbly legs as you stood up so fast your brain jostled around inside your skull. Eren shot off the bed to grab you waist and pulled you flush against his warm, hard body. His erection pressed against your dress.

“Let me see more of you, baby,” he said, and he peered down at you, lip curled up in a cocky smirk. “Strip.”

Shaky breaths left your swollen lips as your heart skipped a beat in your chest. Your throat bobbed, and a trembling hand grabbed the hem of your dress. To Eren, you lifted the red, sexy material too slowly, and he reached up to slip the straps off your shoulders with a desperate haste, the calluses of his hands rubbing against the burning skin of your shoulders. He tugged down on your dress, and you gasped as your bare breasts popped out from the top, nipples tightening impossibly more as cool hair hardened them into sharp points. He sucked in a deep breath as his hungry eyes took in your chest without a bra on, and though his eyes made you want to cover yourself up as he ran them over your naked upper half, you pulled the dress down your bare legs until you stood in front of him in nothing but a pair of black lace panties Jayden had insisted you paired with the red dress.

The muscles of his chest heaved up and down as his eyes took in you—all of you. His cock jumped at the thought of you moaning under him as he tasted you, devoured you, fucked you, and he knew he needed you on his bed now . Without another word, his large hands gripped the back of your thighs, and he lifted you up, pressing you bare breasts against his hard chest. You gasped as your hard nipples grazed his skin, and before you could process what was happening, your back met a soft but firm mattress, and his larger frame rested on top of you.

 Your neck arched as his lips hungrily traced the muscles of your neck, nipping at any skin he could as he trailed down your throat past your collar bones to your chest that heaved up and down with aroused pants. One of his hands cupped one of your tits, giving it a gentle squeeze as he dragged his tongue piercing around the peak of the other tit. You arched into his mouth, the warm metal swirling the tight skin of your nipple a sensation you had never felt before. The slight tickle of his piercing over you left a tingle in your breast as he continued his quest down your body. His warm breath and lips pressed against your stomach, and he looked up at you.

With hazy eyes, half covered by your eyelids, you looked back at him, begging for him to put his mouth on your most sensitive part that needed him now. He placed a kiss underneath your navel, right above the waistband of the lace panties, and your body trembled as his touch, oh so close to your clit, made your lips swell from behind the fabric soaked by your slick arousal. His hot breath puffed over your clothed sex, and his fingers hooked the waistband of your panties to tug at them. You raised your hips, body trembling in anticipation for the feeling of his tongue and his piercing against you, and he pulled your panties down your thighs. When you rested back onto his mattress, he took your panties completely off and spread your legs to rest them over his shoulders. 

Cool air hit your drenched pussy, and your vagina clenched. His jade eyes took in the pulsing of your walls as he bit his lip. Curls dusted your mound and brought his attention to your clit that pushed out and begged for his attention. You propped yourself up on your elbows to look at the messy mop of black hair between your legs, and he glanced up at you, the thread of sanity inside his mind seconds away from snapping. Hot breaths puffed against your glistening skin, and you quivered on the mattress.

You needed him against your aching clit, but he denied you the pleasure as his soft lips pressed against the soft skin of your inner thigh. His hands gently cupped your outer thighs, and you whined as your pussy burned with desire. He trailed his lips up towards your knee, each brush of his lips on your sensitive body causing your toes to curl. Your body teetered on the edge of exploding from pleasure, and you wanted him to hurry up and fuck you. 

“Please…” you begged as your hands clutched the bed sheet, and he looked directly into your eyes, the desire in his eyes and desperation for you making you suck in a sharp breath. 

He said nothing as his tongue darted out to alternate between drawing circles and long lines on your inner thigh. The piercing ghosted against your legs, and the tickling sensation so close to your clit had your pussy clenching. His tongue and lips stopped pressing against your leg as he hovered over your vulva, hot puffs of air making you throb, but instead of ravaging you like you wanted, he repeated his teasing on the other leg, his eyes closed as he softly hummed.

You released a hand from the bedsheet and slipped it into his messy, black hair. His jade eyes peered at you, and you tightened your hand in his hair, a silent demand for him to give you what you deserved. He pulled back suddenly, your hand falling from his hair, and as you were about to cry out in irritation, he yanked the hair tie out of his hair. 

“You’ll have to be quiet, baby. Can you do that for me?” he asked you in a raspy whisper, voice gravelly from arousal. Not trusting your voice, you bit your lip and nodded your head so fast your neck hurt. The tip of his tongue poked out from the corner of his mouth as his lips curled.  “That’s a good girl.”

A throaty, wanton moan threatened to rip free from your lips as he dipped back down between your legs, and his mouth covered your hard, aching clit, and he sucked— hard . A jolt of sharp pleasure shot through your lower half, and his hair tickled the inside of your thighs as he sipped at your clit, tongue flicking it up and down. Your back arched off the bed as your hands fisted the sheets, lips pursed in a desperate attempt to keep filthy sounds from escaping. The warm metal of the tongue piercing dragged over your sensitive clit, a flash of electricity concentrating in your bundle of nerves, so strong that your mouth fell open in a soundless moan and your eyes squeezed shut.

His warm tongue dragged over your clit as you trembled beneath his touch, and he applied more pressure to your bud to get you to make a noise. When you covered your mouth with a hand to stop a depraved moan, he pulled back. He reached up and grabbed your hands, pulling them away from your mouth and his bedsheets and placing them on the back of his head. He sighed as you fisted his hair in desperation, and your lustful eyes opened to look down at him.

“I said quiet, not silent, doll,” he said, the puffs of his breath hitting your wet vulva. “Let me hear how good I’m making you feel.” 

He pulled you down on the bed so your pussy came closer to his face, and this time, when his tongue licked a stripe up your vulva before he traced a figure eight over your lips, you didn’t hold back the high-pitched, aching moan of pleasure. You’d thought he’d be good at oral, but the tongue piercing just made it a thousand times better as the small ball pressed into your sensitive flesh and dragged along it. Your hands tightened in his hair, and he moaned against you as you rolled your hips down on him.

“Don’t be too loud, or they’ll hear you,” he said as a finger ran along your inner thigh to your labia in a ghosting touch that tickled your skin. The finger dipped into the wetness of your slit, and he just about choked at how wet you were, how needy you were for him. You whimpered as the finger swirled your entrance and pushed inside suddenly.. “Only I deserve to hear you.”

“Oh, fuck ….” you let out as he added a second finger and pumped them inside your slick walls, his tongue returning to flick your clit. He curled his long, thick fingers inside you, brushing them against the sensitive, hard ridges inside you, and heavy breathy moans puffed out of your hoarse throat. The pads of his fingers pumping in and out of you hit a bundle of nerves that had you clenching around his digits, legs tightening around his head, fingers curling into his long hair, and he moaned as he sucked on your clit. Your hips started to rise off the bed as your body tensed. “Yes, yes, yes!” 

He placed his free arm over your stomach and pushed your body flat onto his bed, stopping you from escaping his ministrations that made arousal drip helplessly from your cunt and coat his fingers that continued pressing into you. Fingering yourself had never felt this good, and you were becoming addicted to the feeling of his fingers inside your walls. Your legs twitched as his fingernails scraped against the hard ridges of your vagina, and breathy staccato moans spilled from your lips as heat pooled in your lower half. Your walls pulsated around him, desperate for euphoria. Your second orgasm teetered at the edge of ecstasy as his tongue and fingers performed magic on you, pleasure seeping into every limb with each swipe of his tongue and pump of his fingers. 

“Please, Eren….” you begged as your hips moved against him, desperate for the warmth in your core to spread throughout you.

“Cum for me,” he said, voice low and strained as he rolled your clit around with his piercing, and you obliged, a choking gasp leaving you as searing electric pleasure shot throughout your body. You jerked on his bed, thighs squeezing his head as your fingernails dug into his scalp and eyes squeezed shut. He moaned against your flushed skin, and your pussy cried from delight as Eren helped you ride out your second orgasm. He slowed his fingers inside you and gently lapped at your clit as your body relaxed on the mattress. 

Your orgasm subsided, and when his piercing pressed against your sensitive nerves, you twitched as a dull, burning pleasure concentrated on your clit. Once his warm fingers dragged out of you, your pussy begged to be refilled as it clenched around nothing. With heavy pants to calm your breathing, you opened your eyes to see him looking at you. He brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked your arousal off of them. The sheer pleasure on his face as he tasted you once more had your mouth watering in anticipation. Coupling that with the way his black hair tumbled down around his face to rest on his shoulders made him irresistible for your libido. 

Fuck, he had to be a Greek god.

He grabbed a pillow that rested behind you and placed it in front of your cunt.

"Raise your hips, angel," he said, and your clit and nipples hardened once more as you obeyed without another word. 

Arousal gnawed at your womb, and you needed to be filled up again or you felt like you might die. Coming from his mouth was amazing, but you hadn’t had enough yet. As the soft pillow rested underneath your low back, you bit your lip and spread your legs to invite him in. With two fingers, you pulled your lips apart to show him more. 

“Hurry…” you whispered, and his cock twitched. 

He let out a breathy chuckle as he crawled between your legs. As he glanced down at your naked body, he reminded you of an animal ready to devour its prey, and you shivered. It had been so long since you’d been ruined in bed, and you wanted nothing more than to come apart underneath him, to let him do whatever he wanted to do to you. He reached to his nightstand and pulled out a tube of lube and a condom. 

If you weren’t so desperate for him, you would have commented on the lube and condom in the nightstand, but you couldn’t speak as you watched him tear the condom packet open and roll the rubber over his length. He had felt big in your mouth earlier, but seeing him between your legs with his shaft in his hand as he jerked lube along it, he seemed even bigger. A part of you worried that he might hurt, but another part of you wanted the slight sting, the feeling of your opening being stretched to its limits as he pushed inside to fuck you hard.

He ran the tip of his dick along the length of your slit, starting from your clit and dragging it down to coat it in your wetness. The head dipped into your opening when it dragged down, and you sucked in a breath, but he didn’t enter you. You ground your hips towards him in a desperate attempt to shove him inside you, and a deep chuckle rumbled in his chest at your eagerness, leaving you squirming more in place. His teasing of you left your nipples painfully hard and your clit stinging from need—the need for him to pump himself inside you until all you could think about was his cock, until voiceless moans left you coming undone underneath his large, muscular body.

“Please, Eren…. I need you,” you said, words rushing out of you as your pussy clenched around nothing, begging for him to fill you.

A guttural groan rumbled in his chest in response to your pleas. Seeing you lying naked on his bed, legs spread in invitation for him to slide between, your heavy-lidded eyes focusing on him as your body asked for his cock, needed his cock. “I’ll take my time with you next time…” he said, and he pressed the tip of his head against your opening.

Next time.

You couldn’t linger on his words for too long as he pressed into you, your entrance stretching to accommodate his size. Your eyes flew open as a burning sensation spread throughout your lower half as he stretched you out, the slight sting oh-so delicious as the pleasure left you throwing your head back on the bed and covering your mouth with your hands to cover the gasp that threatened to escape. Fuck, you felt so full as he sank into you, deep moans and pants leaving his mouth as you squeezed him. He brushed against spots inside of you that you hadn’t known could feel so good, and the snugness of him inside felt so right.

When he noticed your hands over your mouth, he grabbed your wrists in one hand and pulled your hands free to trap them against the bed above your head. You had no way to cover yourself now, to stop his eyes from devouring you as you laid there, aroused and needy and stretched out like a buffet for him to indulge in. You screwed your eyes shut as he kept his insertion slow to make you feel every inch of him as he brushed against the ridges in your walls. Your hands desperately clenched, fingernails digging into your palms to stop yourself from coming right there. 

The fullness he’d given you already was more than you’d ever experienced, and even though it was a tight squeeze inside you with his size, it felt better than any sex toy you had used. With how hard your clit was, the slightest touch would send you over the edge.

“Let me… let me touch you, please,” you said, and he paused for a second before he released your wrists. Your hands latched onto his shoulders to root yourself in reality—Eren Yeager was fucking you, filling you better than you ever expected. 

His back muscles shifted underneath your hands as his cock nudged more inside. Your fingernails dug deeper into his back as he pushed even deeper until his head kissed against your cervix. An arm encircled your waist to pull you closer to him, and with the pillow underneath you, you could feel your walls pressing down and letting him rub against every nerve inside you. Your head fell back against the bed again as your back arched to press your body flush against his harder figure. 

He placed his face in the crook of your neck and let out a deep, rumbling groan as his hands tightened around your waist. “God, this feels perfect…”

You clenched around him at the statement, and he cursed in your ear, sending you shivering against his body at how sexy he sounded cursing from you . Pride swelled in your chest. You made him like this. He bottomed out inside you after what felt like a torturous amount of time, his hips resting flush against your ass as he leaned his body weight over you. His low stomach brushed against your clit, electric pleasure shooting throughout your body, and you whimpered and bit your lip to stop yourself from coming right there. 

In response to your whimper, he pulled out until just his tip remained inside, and in a swift motion, he plunged back inside you. A loud, debauched moan bubbled up from your chest and tried to escape, but as your mouth opened, Eren brought his lips down to silence you. Your moan disappeared inside his mouth as he sipped your lips, tongue running along yours as he tasted you, memorized your flavor and became addicted to it. The tongue piercing prodded the sensitive skin inside your mouth, and your pathetic cries of pleasure disappeared into his mouth as he hungrily drank every sound you let out. 

His hips rolled into you, pressing every bundle of nerves inside you that made you crazy. Thoughts flew out of your mind as all you could focus on was the feeling of his cock kissing your cervix with each roll of his hips, and the dull pressure of his head pressing deep inside your made your pussy burn as it clenched, and your ass tingled as your body tensed underneath him. He hummed into your mouth as you squeezed him, desperate to keep him as deep as possible, and he pulled away from your mouth to suck in a shaky breath.

“Fuck me harder… faster!” you cried out as your fingernails dug into his skin, holding on for dear life as if he’d pull out and leave you high and dry at any moment, and he let out a hiss of pain mixed with pleasure. “I wanna cum so bad, please!” 

Your words seemed to snap his last thread of sanity as his body tensed, and he removed his arm around your waist and sat up on his knees. Your hands fell from his shoulders to run down his back and settle on his hips as his hands gripped your waist, digging in enough to leave a delicious sting. You didn’t care if he left marks. You needed to remember that this actually happened, that you could feel this good. 

Without warning, he snapped his hips into you and pulled you down onto his cock. Your eyes widened at the sudden penetration, and you let out a cry of pleasure as he slammed into the bundle of nerves deep inside of you. Someone outside might hear you, but with Eren impaling you, expertly rolling and snapping his hips to brush against your walls and hit the exact spot each time that brought you closer to the edge, you couldn’t hold back. You wrapped your legs around his hips to pull him deeper.

“Oh, my god!” you moaned as he moved you up and down on his bed, keeping the pillow underneath your hips so you angled perfectly to take every inch of him. Your tits jumped with each hard thrust, your tight nipples burning, and you needed to touch them.

As if he could read your mind, Eren looked at you and said in between pants and thrusts, “Touch your pretty tits for me, princess. Show me what you like.”

A hesitant hand reached up to one of your hard nipples and pinched it, earning a gasp you hid behind a bit lip. Your teeth dug hard into your swollen bottom lip, the dull pain mixing with the sting in your pinched nipple and the burning pleasure pooling in your womb. Eren impaled you with his thrusts, each becoming more and more unbearable with your orgasm nearing its high. The way his eyes fixated on your pleasured face as you twisted a nipple between your thumb and forefinger, finally gaining the confidence to tug on your other nipple, gave you a rush of ecstasy. He looked enthralled with you, as if you were a goddess. 

You must have been delusional to believe he’d think of you in that way, but you didn’t care. All that mattered was the way your pleasure spurred Eren on more to fuck you closer to your orgasm. You let out soft moans to egg him on, and heavy pants heaved his chest up and down. He snaked a hand between your legs and rested it on your pubic mound, dangerously close to your hard clit. You opened your mouth to beg for him to touch you, but he placed his thumb against the hard bud, and you jerked underneath him with a gasp. 

The pleasure from the simple touch of his rough thumb pad almost sent you spiraling out of control, but you held on as much as you could. You needed to hold back so you could cum with him. However, once he started circling your clit with his thumb, your mind went blank, and you nearly forgot to hold yourself back. Pleasure attacked your body from every angle, more than you’d ever felt, and you dangled dangerously close to your orgasm. 

Eren kept his eyes on you as he let out occasional groans of pleasure each time you squeezed him, bringing him so close to shooting his load inside you. Your responses to his touch turned him on so much, and he ran his tongue across his bottom lip as he cursed.

Suddenly, a creak from outside his door caused the two of you to pause, both of your muscles tense in fear of being caught. Your hands froze on your nipples as you pursed your lips with wide eyes. When nothing else came from outside, Eren started his animalistic pace again, careful not to cause any slapping noises. His thumb continued its torturous circling on your painfully hard clit, and you couldn’t handle it anymore as burning arousal helplessly dripped out of your cunt to aid his thrusts. Whether or not someone stood outside the door didn’t matter when your ecstasy teased you from right within reach. 

Eren reached up to cup one of your tits, and as he fucked into you hard and fast, thumb pressing on your clit, he kneaded the flesh, and you couldn’t handle it. Your pussy burned as the pool of warmth in your womb exploded into a wave of pleasure that left your whole body tensing as an intense orgasm wrecked you. Your legs tightened around his hips as your orgasm caused you to jerk against his bed, the pleasure rolling over you with each thrust he kept delivering. Your cunt clenched around him irregularly as your orgasm took over your mind, and he let out a whimper at the pulsing sensation surrounding his cock. 

His thumb continued rolling around your clit, and you almost cried out from the overstimulation as he helped you ride out your orgasm. At the last second before you could cry, he stilled inside you, his thumb slowing on your clit as his cock swelled, and with a deep moan, he shot out hot cum that filled the condom. Your sensitive walls stretched even more as he poured into the rubber, and you let out a whine at the feeling as his thumb stopped rolling your clit. 

 Your body fell against the bed, fatigue settling in and making it impossible to move. A pained whimper left your lips as Eren pulled out of you, and while he busied himself with throwing the condom away and wiping you down, your eyelids threatened to drop over your eyes. A damp towel wiped at the sweat clinging to your skin, and Eren whispered compliments into your ear. Though you told yourself to get up, to go back to your dorm, the soft lull of his voice, the gentleness of his hands as he cleaned you, and the tiredness in your limbs brought sleep upon you before you could stop it, and your eyelids dropped shut.

Your eyes shot open, your body shooting upright soon after, but you fell back to the bed with a grunt, a heavy weight around your midsection keeping you down and tugging you closer to a warm body. With wide eyes, you glanced beside you to see a shirtless Eren sleeping, his arm across your waist as he slept on his stomach. His back muscles twitched as your shuffling pushed his arm, and you froze as the sunlight peeking in from the half-opened blinds illuminated the red scratches littering his back. With the light pouring in from outside, you looked around the room to see your panties from the night before dangling off the side of the chair.

Sucking in a breath, your eyes darted down to your body. An oversized t-shirt barely covered the marks over your torso, and a loose pair of shorts hung loosely on your hips. You shifted in the bed, Eren’s arm twitching against your stomach as he groaned, and you pursed your lips as your lower half throbbed. If the marks over your body weren’t enough to remind you that you had sex with Eren, the stretched and sore feeling between your legs surely were enough. 

As you laid next to Eren’s sleeping figure, your mind thought back to the previous night, and though your body ached, something felt missing, as if you were empty inside. And you hated your pussy for creating that thought. You didn’t need sex again with Eren right after doing it. In fact, you never needed it nor should have done it. You didn’t need to make the mistake of sleeping with the same person twice again.

“You fucking idiot! Are you stupid, Y/N? Why’d you do that?!” you whispered to yourself. 

Eren flipped onto his side and pulled your body flush against him, the warmth of his bare chest spreading against your back as his slow breathing brushed against the top of your head. Your tired body begged you to fall back asleep as his heat relaxed your muscles, but your panic-stricken mind told you to get the fuck out of there instantly.

As you tried to peel his arm off of your midsection and shimmy out of his grasp, Eren grunted and grumbled. You froze and looked behind you when he blinked sleepy eyes at you. 

“Where are you going?” he said, voice raspy, and it would have sent shivers down your spine had you not been freaking out over how to escape this situation.

“Uh… restroom,” you said, and his grip on you loosened enough for you to slip out of them and clatter to the floor as your legs gave out beneath you. You yelped when your sore shorts-clad lower half hit into the ground, but Eren seemed to have fallen back asleep and didn’t pay attention to you. Instead of waiting around for him to actually wake up, you jumped to your feet—or more like stumbled to your feet like a newborn baby deer—and slipped out of his room. 

The floorboards creaked underneath your feet as you walked past the restroom, and you contemplated for a minute whether to go in quickly or just run home. You opted for heading home so that you wouldn’t get caught by anyone and hoped the cranberry juice from the night before would be enough to protect you from a possible UTI. Voices came from downstairs and reached your ears, making you pause on the stairs.

“Kiara, what the fuck happened to you?” a male voice said.

“Jayden.” A female voice, followed by the sound of a chair scraping against the floor. “Fix me a pancake, too, Chase. Mama’s hungry.”

“Don’t refer to yourself as ‘Mama’ ever again, or I’ll kick you out instantly,” the familiar voice of Chase replied. 

They stood in the kitchen, where you had to pass by to get to the entrance. While a fair amount of space stood between the two areas, you only had the cover of a wall or two as the open floor plan left a wide open space between them. You crept down the stairs and paused when it creaked under your weight. The chatter at the table stopped.

“Eren? Are you finally up?” D’Marcus asked, and you covered your mouth. “Guess not,” he said when no answer came.

“That bastard. If he doesn’t wake up soon, I swear I’m going to throw a bucket of water on him. It’s his damn turn to buy groceries, the fucker. All the eggs will be gone if he doesn’t wake up now and get his ass over to the store!” Chase said, and he slammed the skillet in his hand on the stove, the pancake batter splashing around inside.

“Don’t fuck up my pancakes, Chase!” Kiara said.

“Make them yourself. I’m waking Eren’s ass up right now and kicking him out.”

“Not a good idea, Chasey,” the voice of Izuki came, and you pursed your lips when you remembered how he bugged Eren last night. “I heard some creaking coming from his room last night. He probably got it on. If you walk in now, you’ll probably catch him in the act or at least walk into a room that smells of sweat and cum.”

“Who did he do it with? Did you see them?” Chase said, suddenly intrigued.

“I don’t know,” Izuki said. “He disappeared randomly after taking a girl home, so how am I supposed to know who it was?”

“Can he not fuck someone for one night ?” Chase sighed.

“Just give me my pancakes so that I can leave,” Kiara interjected, and Chase groaned.

“Leave now. You don’t need your damn pancakes.”

“Bro, the only reason I’m sitting here is because Leon dragged me out of your room because I couldn’t walk. Cut me some slack and let me recharge with some pancakes.”

While Chase argued with the girl, you stepped your bare feet down the stairs. Each creak from the stairs sent you stopping in your tracks and covering your mouth, but they ignored any other noises that came from the stairs. You didn’t know why the hell you were hiding, but a small part in your mind chastised you for sleeping with Eren that festered and took over your mind. If someone caught you, they’d know you slept with Eren, and you’d end up going down the same path you did in the past.

You reached the door and slipped through it before you could catch anyone’s attention, the people at the kitchen table too busy arguing over pancakes to notice you. As you stood on the porch in nothing but a pair of shorts and an oversized shirt that you assumed belonged to Eren, the wooden porch digging into the pads of your feet, you cursed yourself for one, wearing stilettos the night before, and two, leaving said shoes in Eren’s room along with your clothes. You stepped onto the concrete path in front of you that led to the sidewalk in front of the dormitories and began your walk of shame home. Once you made it back to your dormitory after slipping past the dorm supervisor and other people leaving the dorms to go about their normal Saturday morning, you locked yourself in the bathroom and stared at your messy hair, red eyes, and hickeys peeking out from the shirt. 

Fuck, you really did it now.