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~ 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵: 𝘥𝘶𝘴𝘬 𝘣𝘰𝘸𝘭. ¸.•*𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘳. - ೀ

~ 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳: ʟɪꜱᴛ ೀ

~ 𝘭𝘶𝘷: 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘥𝘢 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘪?.. ¸.•* 𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘳 ೀ

fratboy!eren has two distinct sides.

he has the frat one.

the one everyone sees,, the guy who pumbles into a handstand to chug out of a keg. the one with impeccable cheekbones and a bone structure that resembles a god. 

the cocky frat boy with a tongue piercing and tattoos that run towards his v-line. the one who constantly gets his way. and ultimately hes alright with that.

he was okay with everyone seeing him as those things, courageously handsome eren yeager who’s the life of the party.

and then… he has the normal one, the real one. the one who comes out when the clock hits twelve, the parties over and its just him alone.

the one that's restless at night from overthinking. the one overwhelmed with school and football and his parents and the fear of being a disappointment.

the one that turns eager for more, something deeper. compassionate. and knew it wasn't here, it couldn't be. not with the life that surrounded him.

he thought that until he saw you, at a party in late july. people were shuffling, pushing past you in that large crowd. you looked… out of place. like a candid picture he couldn't center.

honey blonde colored hair pulled behind your ear with a swoop, hoop earrings, a couple of piercings. dressed in dark jeans that pulled your cheeky hips in and a tan-ishly white shirt that was begging for a spill. 

that tinted smell of booze and weed lingers, clouding around you like a hoard of wasps that smelled innocence. you weren't meant for this life, this path you forsakenly chosen on a whim.

it was evident. a real life tale. 

his mouth dried, smoke falling from the crevices of his teeth.

he barely remembered what connie was yelling over the music. he just knew that was it. you were it. 

he was going to have you and in some suspiciously strange way, he stuck to his word.

fratboy!eren found you in the halls one day, a week after the party, walking with newly bought textbooks in your hand. 

they weighed a ton. he offered to carry them. 

you thought he was… sickeningly sweet for someone who looked so mean. 

he had something about him that felt fake though. you just couldn’t place it.

was it the tattoo’s trailing up his bucky arms? the constant sharpness his eyes never failed to hold?

or was it the fact that he was the most known person in these halls you hadn’t cared to learn about. 

the moment you were out of high school, you were over the schemes of toddlers, drama. 

so, you stuck to it. bed by ten, using free time to get away from this school, which only ever leads you to the campus park.

rarely visiting home.

sitting in your car eating a cheese burger and studying was normal. because it had to be. you weren't keen on losing track of your placement, but on the occasion you differed. 

like now. 

you weren't alone most nights anymore.

you weren't sleeping at ten on weekends. 

you were sneaking out of the dorms to sit in eren’s granite crystal colored jeep wrangler every weekend. letting your curls flow in that cold august wind, caramel sickled skin glowing from street lights.

occasionally, when the wind would slow, you’d look at the driver seat and wonder what you were doing.

this was different, surreal. something people dreamed about. you grew mentally confused with yourself unknowingly.

what were you doing in this car so late at night, being careless? 

then eren glances your way, undeniable hearts in his puplis, swooned by the perfection that reflects inside of his eyes. the answer sits in front of your face.

you’ve grown to enjoy those looks. he gawks at you like you're a blooming flower. one with many curves and sides he wants to flip around to learn, study.

you learned early on that eren was quieter than he seemed. his looks were deceiving and since it was always just you two, which you found odd, you never questioned it. 

you discovered his ways early on.

how he liked his hair, out of his face but he couldn't help the few fly aways that fell throughout the day. 

his preferred meals. his favorite childhood toy. little things you asked whenever a red light inconveniences you both. 

he did the same, if not more.

he skipped over favorite colors and asked about your family. you almost chewed your lip off that night. you asked the same, he said it's complicated in a more proper form. 

eren liked how you kept him aware of his lies. it was obvious he was running away from something when he was around you. 

it spoke in the way he moved. 

sometimes, when you were both quiet and enjoying the sound of trees swaying, he’d tap the steering wheel and pout his lips up, like he was hesitating to ask you anything when there was nothing to distract his thoughts.

he acted like a child, trying to learn about boundaries and communications for the first time and you helped him. told him right from wrong, dabbled into his life in ways his closest friends wouldn't dare to.

kept him from failing algebra, kept a spare hair tie on you cause he loved the cheaper ones that popped after a few hours. 

he even walks you home after late nights at the swing set on campus. 

the little things seemed to catch up to you.

i caught myself by paramore blasts through the jeep’s speakers. 

you stop yourself from shouting the lyrics, sticking to the opened window, arm draped on the seal like you owned the passenger seat.

it was stupid, so very stupid but you were falling for him. 

but you were content with saying nothing. 

it was okay to ignore that side. — to ignore some of his insanely addicting personality traits, his need to know you. to ignore that silence that falls that never becomes awkward like it would with anyone else. 

because eren is a friend. a damn good one too. 

other than the pound of your heart every so often, when it came down to it fratboy!eren was just a buddy. he kept you sane, you kept each other sane. like you were both some kind of escape for one another.

and ruining that felt like some unnamable hell.

so, it couldn't be anything. you couldn't risk telling him how you felt and losing it entirely. eren yeager is your friend, one of your closest if anything.

that’s all it would ever be.

until that night happened.

it was the first party of the winter semester. everything was frozen over with icicles. it was nearly impossible to walk to campus let alone drive. 

but the party must go on.

things started to get real, busy. you weren't blowing eren up, it wasn't like he was either.

in some kind of odd way, things went back to how they were before you met him. bed by nine now due to early studying, sitting in the living room and gathering heat in the afternoon. 

the boring things that summed up your past life.

eren was just that, a close stranger… one you had finally taken the time to listen about in the halls…

it wasn’t like you were sticking your ear out to hear it or anything!

it just sort of happened. you overheard one of your roommate's friends say his name and like a hawk, you paused in your steps, retracting just barely.

they were saying something about his ways, parties?

but there was one thing for certain, some of the words in there didn't even sound real.

eren was always calm, somewhat levelheaded. trying to change from something he never shared when he was around you.

but those names… the party animal, the man whore. the frat boy fishing for compliments while he does pullup’s on an unstable door.

it didn't seem like him… but you’ve been proven wrong once before.

so because you were curious, you barely even wavered when your roommate, annie welcomed you to come. her eyes narrowed at your haste, asking if you were sure. you nodded, scurriling away to get ready.

call it suspicion or intuition or just that pit in your stomach screaming you'll only be young for so long. anything but that unknown feeling you felt for him was okay to blame

you’d taken so many risks with eren anyway and a party, especially one you could leave at any time, wasn’t going to bother you too much.

so, you didn't let it worry you, if anything you thought positively. walking into that smoke insulated room was like walking into a hotboxed sauna. it was crowded but not enough to feel stuffy or squashed.

there’s disco lights shining down from corners, red solo cups decorating the tiles already, people bumping and grinding in the living room. 

you tuck yourself in as much as you could the entire way to the kitchen, where annie led you like she knew the layout better than anyone.

then, you saw it.

him.

the person you’d never met. the side of someone you never expected to see.

annie watches you stare in horror, a soft smirk on her face. “ he’s ridiculous right?”

“ yeah. “ you felt torturably hot. like your skin was going to explode all over these walls. 

who was this?

who was this man you were staring at… this stranger. 

he looked different when he wasn't tripping over his own dirty sneakers at an abandoned playground at two in the morning.

he wasn't the eren that got a woodchip stuck in his palm and begged you to take it out. 

he couldn't have seemed far from him right now.

surrounded by liquor bottles, half empty cups and a group that looked dazingly high was eren.

he stands tall with a shot glass in his hand, it’s filled to the brim with clear. his navy blue band t-shirt is wrinkled and lazily lifting up from the sides.

to his left and right are two girls, bumping against him like they are fighting to soak into his skin.

there's another boy with long blonde hair that stops at his shoulders and nerdy glasses to the far left, pouring up another shot and rolling it to eren.

he looks towards you both and gives annie a giddy smile. annie walks to him slowly. you stay stuck to these marble floors in pure shock.

eren looks almost happy? a smile is hanging on his lips, but it doesn't quite reach his eyes like it usually did. like it did with you. 

before annie could get any further, she spoke. “ •༝•, are you even here right now? “ shaking out of your head, you nod at annie. 

“ my bad, spaced out. i think i'm going to walk home. this isnt… yeah. “ you’re practically frowning trying to find the words. this wasn't it, this wasn't what you expected at all.

eren chugs down the first shot and reaches for the second, there’s cheering all around. the girls press into him harder, you cringe but you couldn't take your eyes off of him.

his overnight smugness, the confidence that radiates off of him like a scoldend. it made you feel ill. 

“ what? we just got here and it’s too cold to walk back again. “ annie replies. you don't care. you can't. it's either you stay and watch or walk out of this incredibly unreliable place. 

you open your mouth, barely giving her an ounce of your attention. you were going to choose the ladder.

just then, eren looks at the open cavity of the kitchen, where you stood awkwardly, watching him.

his smile drops. 

the world felt silent.

you didn't know why... eren was a friend, a secret friend you felt ashamed to say you knew, now. so why was your skin burning hot, why were your hands rattling against your chest?

why do you feel like you should've been more, known more.

the look in his eyes felt draining. the rings crease up, softening in on one another. he tries to pry himself out of the middle of the two girls. 

they tug him back in. 

you turn to walk away but annie grabs at your leather jacket, his leather jacket. the one that smelled like forestry and cologne.

you shake your head at her, your throat seizing up, unable to speak. her face contorts then she catches the look on eren’s face, how determined he seems to make it to you.

she lets go.

you walk out of the kitchen, hands bundled inside of the pockets as you push through whoever you have too.

there’s a flurring in your ear. the music, the smoke is too much. it’s overstimulating. the second hand high jumbles your brain. 

you continue walking, passing by faces that look blurry. 

you could feel the eyes on you, annie’s quickly fading as she lets you walk, strangers. then you feel something physical, something tough and strong.

that hand speckled with skeleton bones grabs at your shoulder softly.

your body tenses. 

“ hey, hey? “ he coaxes, pulling you to the side of the room, by the wall where the staircase is still visible. you just… stare at him. whole heartedly.

you look at his face, his slurred lips, the glow in his eyes that returned only when he spotted you. the fatigue under his lids. he’s breathing so hard his lips are quivering, his breath is hot with vodka and something clearer.

his eyebrows pull in to meet the structure of his nose. you almost chuckle out of confusion. “ who are you, eren yeager? “

“ wha- what does that mean? “ he asks puzzlingly, clearly offended.

“ who are you? “ your head doubles down as you speak, as if you were asking yourself the same thing as well.

“ i’m me? “ he rushes, like he doesn't mean it enough to think about it.

“ no, you're not you. “ you point stubbornly at the kitchen, barely taking notice of the eyes circling around. the living room was the most crowded place after all.

eren notices though, his eyes dart to you, the room. the staircase. you watch him panic. your finger stays in the direction of the kitchen. 

“ that wasn't you in there. “ you pause, eyes squinting. “ did you even enjoy that? “

the disappointment in your eyes startles him. 

eren swallows his tongue. he felt like he was being lectured. he hated it. he hated how his adam’s apple swells. how his tonsils felt like they were enlarging. 

his view falls onto the brown leather jacket, he scowls.

you let your hand fall to your side. there's a thought in the back of your head saying you are over reacting, that he isn't yours to boss around. 

he's a friend.

but this wasn't right, you weren't even mad about the girls. you were at him for choosing this…

after every single one of those talks. he was here, drinking, being felt up on like… like some kind of object! these people didn't know him, the real him and he gives them everything they want like some kind of hero. 

it's fucking disgusting.

“ go back. “ is what you tell him, swiping your arms onto your chest. his jacket rubbing against the fabric of your cold ivy t-shirt.

“ go be the real you bro. “

he didn't stop you when you walked away this time.

it made that pit grow larger. you walk home alone, in the cold, on frozen concrete, barely keeping yourself from sobbing.

this was stupid. 

you have no right to feel like he owes you something but it’s deeper, you pleaded with yourself. 

you wasted your breath trying to fix something that was aligned to go back. the underlining of his words were just a cut. they were just a false dream. he was a false dream. 

you fell for something fake.

that cracks something open. 

you were barely to the dorms when you felt it. the hot streaks fall cold onto your cheek. the tears fell as you fought for some kind of heat, comfort in this cold city. 

you figured this was it.

you spent months relying on some kind of hoax. those days you checked your phone thinking he’d call first. like he always did. you waited for nothing.

you waited for a poser.

you made it to the dorms and dug into your pocket for the house key. when you made it inside you barely registered it. 

you fell onto your bed the second you could.

you were okay with falling asleep right now, at least it was false with a purpose. your eyes close, eyelashes still wet and littered with clumps of mascara. 

but you couldn't even make it that far. 

not when a loud knock startles you.

knuckles deep on your front door, whoever is beating it up has to be crazy or in need of help.

you demur, but decide to get up. 

maybe it was annie.

she’s forgotten her key countless times but why would she even be back this early? surely she hadn't left to check on you. 

more reason to find out who it is.

your bed creaks as you get off. tiptoping to the door, still in your same clothing, just with tired, puffy glands.

you look inside of the peephole first to be sure, lifting the black cover. 

you pause right there, face to face with them.

those panicked black pupils surrounded in emerald.

eren.

he shuffles on his feet like he knows he’s in some kind of deep hole. which isn’t far off. his lips are poked out and cracking, dried pink.

he looks left then right and before he can lift his hand to knock and earn you and annie a noise complaint, you open it regretfully.

his hand stays frozen in the air. you notice his lack of a jacket immediately. 

“ what eren? “ there's clearly some ‘mmph’ in your voice. he straightens up.

“ i’m sorry. “ he rapidly spits out, half expecting you to slam the door in his face. 

his blinks are spaced out like he’s still waiting for it. “ okay. is that all? “

“ no! “ your eyebrows forward down. 

it’s already bad enough that he’s here after you silently cried the whole way home, but now he’s here with nothing planned to say..? 

that’s worse than even coming to apologize. your blood grew icy.

“ can i come in and explain? it’s really cold. “ his arms were paler than before. the breeze definitely is overbearing. unfortunately, it would make no sense for him to be sick.

so, you step to the side and let him in.

you unconsciously walk to your bedroom after shutting and locking the front door behind him. he follows awkwardly, no longer that cocky, frat boy you’d once seen before.

most of the times eren never came inside. 

you two were strictly grab gas, food and drive kind of pals but there was one time he was allowed in. you had to go grab a blanket, he wanted to see your room only because you mentioned your posters.

you didn't have the heart to say no. 

so, you let him inside of your room, letting his smell coincide on every earthly thing possible. he touched the posters as he passed by them, saying a small fun fact about them when his fingers brushed along the ends.

you never admitted how much that made your heart flutter, and probably never will.

you sit on the edge of your bed, tightening the jacket. he stays by the door, briefly leaning onto the frame, still shuffling out of panicked nerves. glancing around the room like he's looking for something out of place and passing by himself. 

his feet ring on the carpet each time he tries to move. you roll your eyes at the noise. 

“ i'm not mad at you eren. “ he stops.

“ really? “ he asks in disbelief. 

“ no, i have no reason to be. “ your gaze stays on the ground. you barely miss the hope in his eye’s dim. you don't even believe it yourself.

“ i'm just so confused. is that what you couldn't tell me about this entire time? “

he grumbles. “ yes and no. “ he sucks in a very deep breath, his hands falling into his navy blue jean pockets. you can see his skin jittering from the bed. 

“ i didn't want you to get caught up in all of that. “ 

your leg starts to bounce. “ what? the party lif- “ he cuts you off. 

“ no who i become when they want some kind of action. “ oh. his shadow becomes further away as he looks down at the flooring as well. 

“ i just- i do dumb shit and people praise it like its right so in the moment… it's fine. “ he shakes his head, disagreeing with himself even as he explains it. 

“ i don't have to worry about anyone who does or doesn't like me, i don't give a shit about that, so it never mattered. “

“ but it's different with you. “ he whispers. it's low, a hum you catch the tune to.

you bite your lip, feeling some kind of build up of misfortunately placed emotions fall from undiscovered cracks. 

“ i care about how you see me. how you think of me scares the hell out of me. like- like when i saw you i felt like i couldn't breathe. “ one of his hands comes out of his pocket, falling onto his chest, he squeezes his shirt then lets it go. 

your heart is hammering against its cage in freight. somehow all of that anger fades into something reliable. sadness. 

“ i thought i’d fucked this up and i get it if i did. but i'm not a liar. “

his feet shuffle on the ground. you keep your eyes trained on the floor. you don't have the heart to look up at him, not like this. not when you're on the verge of tears again and he almost, almost sounds like he is too.

you were sure even if you did look up and see him, those baby greens of his filled with horror, water coating his lid lines. that look of genuine fear that only forms by the thought of losing you.

you were going to spill your guts all over him.

his shoes came into view, the black and white jordan’s with barely any creases. 

then…

he drops to his knees.

fratboy!eren drops to his knees in front of you, in a kneeling arch as if you are some kind of queen.

the soft thud made your thighs squeeze together. you couldn't believe it. surely, you were dreaming.

his hands shake while they softly plant onto your own clothed knees. you tense up, he goes to move them. you grab them to keep them planted.

he lets out a sigh.

“ i'm eren. i'm your eren. thats the real me and im scared because if i fucked this up- “ his lips pop together, he doesn't even want to speak like that. like he’d lost this because of his own stupidity. 

his fingers pattered on your jeans, reluctant. you finally give up, looking at his glowered face. 

it's just as you imagined.

pink lips plump from his stress chewing, his nose rosy from the cold. his muscular arms fidgeting, you can't decipher if it’s because of the chillness or if he’s holding back. 

“ you didn't eren, not this time. “ his chest flares. “ i just wanted you to be honest. i always want you to be. “ 

“ i know, i know. “ he whispers again, maybe by accident this time. his head lowers, barely touching your thighs. “ i promise i'll change. “

this is the first time you've ever been this close to him in your life. you hold your breath.

he’s never tried anything, maybe that's why you clung onto him so much and why he kept the label friend this entire time. 

he’s respectful, a gentleman at times and wants genuine connection and not the warmth of another body. 

everything you’ve somewhat ever wanted.

the closest you've ever gotten to him was in roman tulion’s classroom. he spammed your phone saying his hair band popped and he needed another one.

you rushed like it was some kind of emergency, because eren’s darkened brown locs touching his face was a sin. 

you could remember the patterns of his hair. how shiny it was, how soft it was when you combed it into your palms to make that hairstyle he couldn't ever seem to let go of. 

his face hovered by your belly button while you tied it back into that signature bun.

your stomach was sucked in the entire time. 

you felt like you were going to pass out from the lack of oxygen. his covered elbows were on his knees, laying comfortably, like this was something normal between you both. 

natural even.

when you finished, you waited a few seconds. you tangled through it one last time. feeling the silk of the strands, the smell of coconut buried into your fingers.

you said, “ your hair mats up so easily. “ and he said, “ it's because of my mom’s genes. “ 

it took awhile to let that go. 

now he’s here, head just almost in your lap, his back muscles flexing from behind that tight band shirt that’s lifting just enough to catch a peep of black ink.

submitting in an unearthly way, telling you all of his deepest fears like you'll keep them from happening yourself.

your fingers hesitantly fall onto his head, threading through to find that band, your pink hair band.

a pleasant smile falls onto your lips. “ you don't have to be ashamed to show me the parts you want to fix ‘ren. “

“ i'm supposed to be here to watch you change. “ you stroke his scalp, he shudders. “ and you will. “

his head finally falls onto your lap, gaining its own spot. you could feel the soft streaking of something wet form. you didn't bring any attention to it. 

the christening of soft low cries and the water heater in the next room was enough to make you feel like this was okay, 

this was enough. 

in some kind of way, this was an emotional confession. one you’d be happy with if nothing else were to falter. 

you could think about this for months, years even knowing that you weren't alone in this boat. that deep down fratboy!eren was just as into this as you are.

eren lets out a soft huff after a while, swaying his head side to side on your pants, leaving you with all of his wet marks.

“ m’sorry, i probably look like such a pussy. “ he says muffled, you ignore how much it tickles you. 

“ never. “ if anything it made him more of a man. 

he lifts his head up slowly, watching light hit his eyes after some many minutes. he blinks a couple of times, looking up at you through his fly aways. chin tilted, head leaning uncanningly.

tangible danger. that's all you could think. his fingers nibble on your jeans, prying them apart as he uses them to sit up fuller, becoming taller, eye level.

“ hey eren. “ you grimace. 

eren’s baggy, red eyes are whelping up just enough for a bubbly line to be visible. the small mole by the left side of his mouth curls as he smiles, a real one this time.

“ hi •༝•.  “ crawling up your body, but barely missing any assets. he finds his way to your heart. his hand covered in those detailed bones gently touches your smooth face. 

his thumb rubs against your cheek, soft and rugged. 

your skin grows bumpy. “ what do you want from me? “ your voice lowers, his thumb stops at the left corner of your mouth, then his other joins. 

he looks like he’s analyzing you, like you aren't truly real. 

like he’s mentally pulling you apart limb for limb to find robotic parts, only to see you are very much real, alive and willing to stick with him.

his other thumb stops at the right corner of your mouth, his warm palms on your cheeks. your eyes droop down, his pupils dilate.

" what are you thinking about? " you ask.

" you. " he replies, total infatuation in his voice. " only you. "

“ ‘think i'm in love with you entirely… “

a low gasp falls from your lips, he feels the breath of it and sighs. like it's enough to tip him over board. “ i need you. that's all i want from you. “

“ then have me, eren. “ 

a pirated part of his brain says to jump in, rush, take what's his but he can't. his lips are still shaking from crying, the puddle still visible in your lap.

it wouldn't be right. 

his left thumb swipes at your bottom lip gently before he moves it down and leans in so slow it almost feels dreamlike and sensational. 

you’re just about ready to believe he’ll pull away when your lips do touch.

but he didn't.

the moment they touched, you felt it. that spark. that build up of willingness falling from a threshold. you both let out a soft moan, it's swallowed inside of the kiss. 

his thumbs stay there, growing hotter on your cheeks. 

he wants to feel you, keep you close. so he does just that. when his kisses traveled lower, they were silent, slow. leaving wet strides filled with grace. 

he almost died when he saw you topless, in a black lace bra, he couldn't believe it. he was sitting over you, watching your face contrast into pleasure from him, from his touches alone.

he almost lost it.  

but he had to be cool, had to make it up to you. 

his mouth covers around the exposed parts of your boobs, sucking enough to hear a pop. you're stretching into it, letting out cute, jumpy gasps he keeps clawing out of your throat. 

those purple bruises eggs him on.

when he took that bra off, he knew he couldn't keep it in. 

“ i'mgoingtolosemyfuckingmind. “ he jumbled, wincing into the air. 

“ over some tits? “ you tilt your head, fingers ringing down the middle of your chest cavity. 

he blushes. “ that's not- it’s you. “ his eyes narrow, fingers dancing along to yours, until they stop at the underside of your boob. he pauses, looks at you once more. 

you bob your head.

“ words. “ he commands.

“ touch me eren. “

he goes off script. 

his lips wrap around your brown nipple so lushly tight, you instantly give him a reaction. your back arches, a hard whimper falling out.

he drags it up, tongue wrapping around the bud, claiming.

his black tongue piercing bobbles against it. your knee hits the front of his jeans. he hisses, his rough hands falling to your sides, keeping you from moving.

there's a fine line of how much he could take and you were becoming aware of that…

“ you sound so good, so fucking good for me. “ he says while applying pressure to your clit through your underwear, feeling that wet stain form.

“ so fucking wet for me, i make you this wet baby? “ he says it so smoothly it makes your head spin in loops. you can barely respond. an hour ago you were crying now you were again, just from overwhelming pleasure.

“ dont know how many times i dreamed of this. “ he places a kiss onto your craned neck, then he sucks hard. that mixed with his fingers sliding to cross your panties over was almost enough to make you cum, almost. 

you felt rendered, brainless just from a few touches and he loved it, oh how he loved seeing you like this. completely surrendering yourself to him, he strives for your vulnerability, your trust.

but he needed you to say something, to hear you say he’s making you feel good. him. he wasnt fucking up this time, he was doing good.

“ so good, eren fuck! keep going. “ and when you did, the reaction was immediate.

his head fills with loose pressure, he stills. you pout, eyes glossy. you roll on the sheets gently, trying to work his fingers into the right places on your own.

“ why? “ you whine. he’s quiet. 

“ say it again. “ his deep voice echoes through your eardrums, you heave.

you could barely question before he was back to petting your insides with his fingers, thrusting them down deep into your walls.

you grab at his forearm, he doesn't let up, face contorted with concentration.

he’s pushing in so deep, it has your hips grinding up to meet his slenders. that wet slush so loud the four corners of this room have no choice but to endure it.

 “ say it. “ he’s breathing heavily, hovering to the left of you, watching the way your head tilts up just to see him. 

“ please. “ he asks huskily, fastening his pace.

“ you're making me feel so good ‘ren s-so good. “ his head drapes further down, his eyes closing. his cheeks are so pink and his finger, oh his fingers never stop, not even when you were coming. not even when you were seeing stars and letting out incoherent words.

matter of fact he went a step further, he gets onto his knees, again and stuffs his face full of your cunt. 

his tongue drags along your slit, gathering every inch of your taste. dragging your underwear down with him, the tip of his nose brushing at your clit.

he moans, actually moans and shivers.

“ taste so fucking ngh. “ he’s mumbling onto your clit, swirling his tongue in tight circles until you stutter back from his touches. which gets you nowhere because he keeps pulling you back in.

the ball of his tongue ring rolls onto your clit like ice, your body is so sensitive you’re spazzing.

“ ‘ren no, gnna cum again. i want to ride you. “ he pauses right there, with his tongue flat on your entrance, his eyes boring up at you. it's not an unsure pause or nervousness, it's like he's trying to keep himself from cumming and that makes it all the more harder.

he kisses your clit. you bite your lip and ruffle his hair. he hastens to stand to his feet. time starts to slow when he reaches for the bottom of his shirt first. 

his fingers claw at the ends, god you loved that shirt and how it made his veins pop but when it came off it was a new story. 

it was a new canvas to scatter upon, something you could get used too entirely.

his abs are chiseled, a faint dark happy trail forming. his dark brows are out of place and sweaty. his hair sliding out of that hair tie. he’s perfect. the closest thing to perfect.

then his pants drop and you can't even blame those two girls for smothering him down.

your eyes widen heavily, dropping to his waist then further down. he chuckles. “ you okay over there? “ you let out an unsure ‘yeah.’

no, no you were not. you were sure he was at least eight inches and notably thick. flushed pink and red at the tip, like the thing had been craving you for so long it hurt.

his dick is practically skipping when he fully studies you and something about it makes you want to lose every moral in your body. his knee brushes against the end of your bed, his head cocked to the side, sizing you up. 

your thighs fall open, giving him a show worthwhile.

it's sensual in all of the right ways. 

his hand rubs down his slickened chest, until it finds the base of his dick. he licks his lips, never taking his eyes off of you. 

eyes as dark as ever, like you'll never see him as remotely pure ever again. 

his hand drags up his dick, giving it slow tugs,, his pink mushroom tip jumping when your fingers repeatedly tap against your stomach, or more specifically your uterus.

“ think it's going to fit? “ 

his head rolls onto the back of his shoulders.

“ not gonna matter, you'll learn how to take it. “ you clench around nothing, literally nothing but the air. but you moan like he’s inside of you already, stretching you to pieces.

you tap the space beside you. he listens immediately. 

throwing himself onto the bed as plush as possible. your lips curve into a smirk, there isn't an ounce of nerve in your body, how could there be?

he cried in your lap, cried to you, because he thought he’d lose you. that was enough to let anything else that wasn't him fly out the window. including those morals.

your index finger taps at his lips, they part. you kiss him slowly. tongue sliding onto the underside of his, you can taste yourself so clearly. that tang of everclear and something peachy is strong. 

it's so dirty it’s almost beautiful. 

at one point you were sure the both of you were okay with just this. just a kiss. but there was another part of you itching to try him, to see if you even could take that huge thing.

when you pull away from his lips, he chokes a whimper. 

there's a fine line between his resolve and will. 

he looks so tough, so on guard all the time but now he looks hopeless, wanting to kiss you, wanting to feel you, like not having that meant dying. 

when you swung over his lap, you both felt it. that evident feeling of lust. it's so hot, it made the walls sweat. you lift up just a hair and grab his dick with care, like a fragile package.

he still lets out a muffled noise that could have easily been a groan. his head leans back onto the hello kitty throw pillow, eyes still wide open, still not missing the way you rub the tip through your folds.

the line tears slightly just when you finally grow a pair and stop tip toeing around it. you line him up, he's already feeling up your curves, not forcing, just protecting.

you sink so easily it's surprising it hurts. you suck in a breath, he tightens his hold on you. “ fuckkkkk… “

“ mhmmm, you got it. " he's praising as you take another inch, not even close to taking him all. you're holding your breath, watching it fall into your body. 

it feels ethereal. the stretch of him has you keening, holding onto his arms for some kind of support.

 “ look at you, taking me so fucking good. “ with every inch, he’s holding you tighter, whispering sweet nothings into the open. the stretch is something but the girth of him has your eyes rolling and your legs already asking for a break.

it feels like forever passes before you bottom out, taking every inch he's willingly giving out. 

you lean down, falling into his chest. eren wraps his long arm over your back, his hand squeezing in on your hips, moving you just a bit.

it's enough to make you squeal into his neck. his sweat made it impossibly hard for him to realize how much he was sinking you back down onto him. he kept whispering in your ear, kept telling you those little ‘im so proud of you’s’ when you squeezed around him like putty.

“ look at my girl. “ you're not sure if he's talking about you or your pussy at this point. he’s watching your ass bounce from over your shoulder.

he kisses your forehead.

“ so big ‘ren. “ he groans. pulling you up, only to let you fall back down onto his dick. it was slow at first, he let you get used to his size which you needed. 

you had a little control, rocking onto him like a carousel, feeling that one prominent vein run along your insides like butter.

but eren is impressively impatient.

and somehow, you switched that on.

it was by accident! how did you know you were going to lift up to high and slam back down so easily, ass clapping just enough for it to be hearable. 

his mind completely flips right after that. then his sorry’s started flowing…

“ i’m sorry. “ he pumps you down onto his dick with haste. “ i’m so fucking sorry. “

you moan against the shell of his ear, racking a hand down his tatted side. 

he was so so sorry for pulling you down onto his dick, he just couldn't help it. you looked so good meshed out, with your hair all messy and your breathing all ragged. 

his big hands slither down your spine.

“ m’such a idiot. cant believe i al-most fucked this up. “ his eyes are just barely watering, he looks so unfull of himself, nothing like before.

“ shhh, s-shut up. “ you barely make out to say, nails digging into his skin when he thrusts up instead of manhandling you back down.

“ i need you, need you to be mine please. “ now, he’s just blabbering, completely pussy drunk from you doing nothing but letting him have his way. 

the realization of his words hit quickly. 

you slap his hip. “ you're n-not asking me out while i'm riding you. “

“ i'm sorry. “ hes quick to say. “ just need you so fucking bad. “ the minute you feel his legs prop, you brace for it. 

those babblings get worse. his hands spreads your ass apart. those moans turn into hard groans. the squeals from your pussy fill the room. 

it felt like something out of a porno, you were completely lost in pleasure. he’s talking all raspy, softer. keeping those degradingly stickered with praises coming. 

“ can't wait for you to cum on my d-dick, might make you do it a couple of times. “ he slurs, his teeth chucking down on his lip, caught in his own thoughts. " gotta keep you satisfied. "

“ eren. “ you hiccup over a moan. you're withering against him, completely letting him go overboard. his balls smack against your ass subtly, only aiding that burn in your tummy.

his hand marks along your ass like an imprint. 

your legs start to tremble, mind going impossibly blank for the second time this night.

“ ren, ren! so close. “ 

“ oh fuck, mhmmmm, you gonna cum for daddy baby? “ 

he’s getting greedy, sucking onto your neck, leaving a bruise, giving you a reminder. his dick runs along your walls like a rod, prodding deep at something you thought would stay untouched.

you barely render that you're cumming this time. you tap at his sides, letting out husky little gasps. his name falling just loud enough from your lips to tip his balance over.

“ fu- baby, i’m cumming. “ he ticks off that line just as it breaks.

his pace stutters, his noises growing. the feeling of something hot and sticky floods your pussy, you kiss along his collarbone to somewhat tell him thank you, throat so dry you aren’t even sure you can speak.

his chest stays on yours, heaving up and down. you both stay quiet, not really thinking. just trying to rest. your gel x’s keep coaxing up his sides, drabbling along to the indents you felt.

you can barely get over the smell of him. the musk of dolce and gabbana light blue and something strong like liquor.

you’re both catching your breath, when you say. “ you really asked me out… while fucking me. “

fratboy!eren exhales from his nose, letting a small snicker fall. “ if i ask again right now would it work? “

fratboy!gojo does this thing where he goes hours on end not replying to your messages. it happens only when he’s out with his friends, those cliques of druggies who supply him too often. 

and all you do is sit around, waiting for a simple ‘hey, yeah i'm good.’. at times you were even okay with one liners. anything to prove he was okay and wasn't dead in a ditch.

it’s pathetic yeah, but you couldn't help it…

unfortunately you let that go on for so long it became normalized. 

fratboy!gojo didn't care anymore. he didn't care about how humiliating it was for you to be waiting around for his attention, waiting for a simple conversation.

waiting for him.

… and it seemed like the only person who did care was his brother, his twin brother at that. nerd!jo. the total opposite of him.

his ray-bands are constantly on, you aren't sure you've seen him without them. always fumbling with his wired headphones, always stuffed in a book and always, always sending you little glances.

the first time you both had interacted without his brother lingering like a fly was at the library in fall. you needed a certain book for mr.ackermans class and he just so happened to be there, tucked in a corner with his head stuck in a book.

you debated walking up and saying hi, you are both good after all. never truly awkward but also never really speaking on basic terms.

you nibbled on your lip, eyeballing him for so long he must've felt it because in the next moment he was looking up, catching your eyes.

you waved, he did too with a low smile. you walked closer just to see if you could push a little conversation. 

it’s strangely eerie how similar they look, if only they acted the same.

nerd!jo always has this pleasant grin on his face. it feels welcoming. always makes you feel comfortable. his prominent nose curls whenever he looks too hard at something, eyes squinting, vision worsening by the day.

your shoes crease on the carpet, library quiet like always.

“ hey. “ you started, tucking your own book to your chest.

he laid his slender fingers flat on the book, attention fully on you. “ hey •༝•. “ his eyes glance at the book hovering close to your chest. “ ackerman? “

you smiled. “ yeah, how’d you know? “

“ he has some weird obsession with english communication. “ he waved into the air. that's one thing you noticed, he was always talking with his hands, swaying them, blanching them around to get his point across.

when you both first met, he had a mild stutter, only when he tried to talk too fast though and fratboy!gojo always made fun of him.

it pissed you off. 

“ well i hope it ends soon, i've spent over a hundred dollars on books this week. “ you sighed. he gave you a look of remorse. 

“ i'm sorry to hear that. “ you honestly believed he was. his bushy eyebrows slant, his lips pooled to the side of his cheek, like he's biting on it. 

“ it's fine, i'm sorry if i interrupted you though. i hope it goes well. “ you sneak a glance at the page he left off of. world history. you haven't seen those books since high school but instead of questioning, you go to make your move.

tightening your bag over your shoulder, you walk away, back just barely being seen before nerd!jo clears his throat.

you look over your shoulder. 

“ you don't have to go, not if you don't want to.“ 

at that moment, you didn't see a copy of his brother. you saw someone greeting, new. refreshing enough to talk too and maybe it was bad for you two to keep meeting there every thursday for two months and never telling fratboy!gojo.

but in his own defense, he never asked. and you were sure nerd!jo wasn't going around flaunting it. he wasn't like that. so you never said anything and kept being that patient girlfriend who snuck out occasionally to visit the library. 

and yeah… maybe it wasn't right for you to be in his bed either.

those glasses trashed to his bedside table, some misaligned movie playing in the background.

his lips kissing at your ankle, swallowing around that anklet like his life depended on it. nerd!jo was so much different than his brother, sexually and physically.

he took his time making you feel good. he likes licking behind your ear, blowing hot air on your pussy then devouring you whole.

he likes pushing his fingers as deep as they could go inside of your cunt. hearing your noises fall ear to ear, testing how far he could push you by doing the simplest things.

like you are some kind of science experiment. 

he also has a small tendency of toying with things.

you figured that out while you were riding him, insides full and tender and soaked with his pre cum. he kept grabbing at your hips, your thighs and even his own bed sheets.

just trying to take away from the fact that he was already close not even one minute in.

for a virgin… which he only said after the fact of fucking you for the first time, he’s amazing at sex and eating pussy like he’d starve without yours. 

sometimes, when he heard someone walk past his door in this stupid frat, he’d force a moan out of you.

he’d slam you down on his cock, maybe flip you over and make you giggle loud enough for someone to recognize you.

for him to recognize you.

you hadn't even noticed when he was always making you feel like a princess.

tongue brushing on every crevice of your mouth, spit falling and connecting you together. your hands tangled inside of his white hair, messing up the fluff with your sweat. his sparkling blue eyes covered behind his lids. 

a soft moan falls from your mouth, he gobbles it up. always letting you be soooo loud, never telling you to calm down no matter fucking what. 

that's when you started getting worried. 

it was becoming too risky, fratboy!gojo started questioning why you weren't so adamant on him being around you like you used to be.

he kept this incriminating bore on his face whenever you both were together, acting like a normal couple.

he also unfortunately fortunately started staying home more, at the frat…

so, you started to get worried and scared.

and that's why you tried to end it with nerd!jo, but the last thing you expected to be in is the same position he fucked you into a few days ago. 

his hips brushing yours, his dick practically swobbing your cervix. he’s smirking down at you, eyes widener than they've ever been behind his black, clear lensed glasses.

the glasses he usually takes off, saying he can see you just right when you're so close to him.

he never needed them.

“ you’re so pretty when im fucking you, you know that? “ his knuckles rub against your jawline, he thrusts deeper inside of you, staying there. you're mewing while he's still talking, clearly irritated.

“ ‘can’t believe you think he’d ever make you feel this fucking good. “

his head lowers to your ear. “ and i especially can’t believe. “ — he pauses only to thrust again, somehow deeper than before. he stills. “ you think you can leave me now. “

and for someone so sure on not wanting to hurt his brother, you're cumming around him harder than you ever have.

he laughs at you, the nerd laughs at you. how ironic. :P

the concept of nerd!armin begging on his knees to eat your pussy is really getting to me.

its in the middle of summer, the sun is unrelaxing and the air conditioning… wasn't present which is why you told armin no in the first place. he just wont listen. it's too hot, you hated being sweaty and this heat, oh this heat wasn't going away anytime soon.

while that presently shine blinded through the shut curtains, you fought off every calling card of armin, his sweet touches that turned sultry, a bit mean. his droopy eyes that slanted with want behind those geeky zelool's.

the ones you can barely resist.

you gulp.

he frowns, pushing those chunky glasses further up his sweaty nose.

" why? " you told him why again, for the forth time.

" not fair. "

his blonde hair sticks to his forehead, washed in a sandy color that flushes his pink skin out. the sheets are so humid they are stuck to your legs, he doesn't care, cant.

he's too focused on that perfect spot in between your thighs. he physically licks his lips, the pink shining with something remotely close to need.

his hand rubs up your knee, you push it away. he's so horny, hes in his i dont want to say words phase. only touching, forehead scrunching.

his nerves jump whenever your resolve drops for just a moment. it pushes him, so far it has him rocking on the balls of his feet, pupils dilatated.

" armin, seriously no. "

" let me eat, just that. no more. " pouty with desperation. that's all it was, his hands falls onto your calve this time, gentle, non rushing but testing. you don't push them away. the air gets hotter by the second, suffocating.

he skims higher. you shutter.

" c'mon. " he whispers ever so slightly. " just 'wanna make you feel good. "

the air isn't softening with its heat. your thighs cling together with that point to prove. when his fingers slide up inches more, dangerously close to your thighs. he pauses, not because he wants too, but he doesn't want to overstep still. still respectful even when his mouth is practically drooling for you, his hands twitching on your skin.

" fine. "

Toji’s not fond of sharing you.

he becomes extremely timid around new people, pulling you closer to his chest, making sure you're at least in his sight. you're a catch, not an easy one but an eyecatcher and it bothers him deeply. 

his scowl becomes a monarchy for his brand. he keeps it on display for any and everyone who isn't you. but for some odd reason one person just won't get the memo. satoru gojo.

that white haired manic who just started at the law firm you work at. the lanky one with no solidifying build. always winking when he isn't hiding his eyes behind those freakishly suspicious glasses of his. it irritates him, toji was sure nothing could ever get him this heated but he does.

sometimes, he doesn't even have to hear his name and he’ll know you’re talking about him. you’ll say something like. “ oh and one of the newcomers is actually good with accounting which means i dont have to work as muchhhh. “ your arms splayed on the mattress, peacefulness written all on your face from a much needed break.

toji groaned, relieved of course but he doesn't like that satoru is trying to give you a break. he doesn't like when satoru does anything, gosh he just keeps getting this nagging feeling in his stomach that he’s up to no good and one day he got his confirmation.

“ baby! “ you came into the house all cheerfully, holding a vase with plenty of colored lilies. “ thank youuu. “ you drag out, dropping your bag on the floor and making your way to him.

his face scrunches, noticing the flowers almost immediately and how the ones he’d already bought for you for valentines day were still in the bedroom. “ for what? “

you throw an arm around his hefty shoulder, kiss his tensed cheek and chuckle. “ for these silly, they are so pretty. “ no clue. you had no clue. toji glances at your ditzy eyes, then his own fell to those flowers and that incredibly unmissable white card stuck to the side. 

he chokes a laugh that hurt to push out.

“ those aren't for me. “

you frown, looking at the lilies with confusion. “ but the note? “ 

that just about does it. 

he doesn't even think straight, he takes the flowers from your hands, stomps to the garbage and throws them down into the pit of black. you gasp, still in shock of who in their right mind would send you those flowers, let alone with a note so… intimate. 

you were honestly glad toji didn't read it.

but he didn't have too. he knew it was from that bastard. and you barely catch the way he’s walking back to you, all fast and full of loose screws. he grabs your arm, not hard but definitely demanding and drags you to the bedroom.

the moment you walk into the bedroom, it’s clear who was winning this whole flower arrangement thing. the bed is littered with petals, pink and ivory white with a hint of green. the lights dimmed with a shade of tan. the room looks so homey but full of love.

and toji looks nothing like that. love, of course, is there. but he’s angry. he finally went out of his way to make this night special and this asshole wanted to do that? to his wife no less. he wasn't having any of it.

“ bed, now. “

“ but toji it’s so- “ pretty… your voice died down when his fingers dance on his bulky belt. you actually swallow your tongue and listen, tight pants suit digging into your tummy as you sit. you start fumbling with your top’ buttons. 

toji tsks at you.

“ no. “ he started, his pointer finger flecking at the bed. “ lay down. “ 

the petals hit your back before the sheets do and you shuffle out of nervousness. seeing toji hanging in front of you, messing with his belt, messing with those pants that look a little too tight make you almost, almost lose any rationality. 

his face is freckled with anger, his nose red from scrunching, his eyes void. he looks a total mess and why? because of you. because you don't have to do anything but smile and someone thinks they can take you away from him…  him?! they think they can compete with him?

if he wasn't so mad, he’d laugh again. 

his muscles tense behind the cages of that black long sleeve, his hips loosely showing from the weight of his pants dropping. gosh, he’s out of this world big. your eyes are practically speckled with delight, this might be the valentines day of the books.

you're ready to let the neighbors know who you belong to, and it seems toji would loveeee that as well. 

he doesn't keep up any unnecessary time. his rough hands fall onto your pants and slither all the way up to your own buttons. you shiver when it snaps open, that zipper loud in your ear, telling. you bit your lip. 

“ toji you don't have to be all mad… it was probably harmless. “ you reason. 

“ lie for him again and ill kill em’. “ he drags you to the edge of the bed and you yelp.

the hunk of a man drops to his knees and slides your suit pants down in one swift motion. you're a bundle of nerves and noises at this point, head in your hands as you watch him work his magic. 

toji smirks from in between your goodies and licks his lips. “ wear these for me? “  he asks, referring to those new pinky color panties you just got from victoria's secret. you bob your head and then prop up on your elbows to get the perfect view of his elated expressions.

he hits your thigh. “ better fuckin’ have. “ he said all deep and husky, then he plants a wet kiss on your meaty thigh, as if he was apologizing formally with his mouth. his big, pale but rough fingers part your legs open wider, wide enough for his body to fit in between them and he lands another kiss to your leg.

like a warning or some kind of test, he does it again, over and over. his pink lips trail to your pussy like some kind of maze and he actually groans from it, already growing harder just from the sight of your chest elevating. 

he’s doing this to you, not that douchebag. that's what's fueling him - keeping him from pouncing onto you all hard and thoughtlessly. he has to be the bigger person, literally, but god does he want to rub it in his face.

he could see satoru now, imagining himself here instead of him. the thought made him growl into your cunt. he’s reeling. 

maybe, maybe he’d let em watch this. not just satoru but all of those little guys who think they can give you an ounce of this, who think they can have your heart racing out of your body, your hands carding into their hair without barely any effort being done. 

your eyes rolling to kiss that skull. 

they could never and he knows it. he knows it so much so he’s playing with you. licking your entrance sloppily, spit leaking onto the bed, his eyes slanted up at you and you're still getting there, still moaning his name. 

“ mhmmmm, pussy just loves me huh? “ he coos, sucking harder on your clit. “ better make sure it stays mine. “

it’s beyond nasty at this point, he’s praising you one minute, telling you how good you taste then he's back to being mean. - back to saying things like, “ gonna give you this dick and yur’ gonna take it. “

it’s like a damn blessing and curse when he goes through with his promises, his dick is hard, huge and flush pink with the slightest droll of pre-cum leaking. you always get him there by just being pretty.

your inside have to accommodate him everytime, your back arches off the bed, your eyes shoot wide open and just when you feel like it's enough, he’s pushing in deeper, smirking, licking his lips with greed.

“ takeee it… that’s it mama, take it. “ if he wasn't so keen on making you feel good you’d lose it, right here on this decorated mess of flowers that are sticking to your sweaty skin.

“ look at those eyes, god, i just make you feel so good dont i? “ he cockily remarks, his big hands pressing into the sides of your throat. you bit your lip, only letting moans slips and although toji loves every bit of them, he loves when you’re talking his head off even more.

“ tell me. “ he demands.

“ yes! , fuckkkk, you do baby! “ your voice feels so pitchy, toji’s grip doesn't help it either. your eyes go fluttery like butterfly wings and you're tapping his arms to warn him of that ecstasy bringing relief. 

if he wasn't loud and mean before, he definitely was now, with his chest almost touching yours, the ridges of his abs smoothing over your body like butter, his groans falling in your ear while he speaks out of satisfaction. 

“ look at you, can't even speak. “ he says in the air, like someone could hear him other than you. 

“ cum on this dick and make it messy. “ he smacks your thigh. “ you know how i like it. “

[ Empathicliar.  | Kinktober 2025. ]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀™𝓔𝓶𝓹𝓪𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓬𝓵𝓲𝓪𝓻 | 𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓴𝓽𝓸𝓫𝓮𝓻.

𝒥𝒰𝒥𝒰𝒯𝒮𝒰 𝒦𝒜𝐼𝒮𝐸𝒩.

size kink. | toji fushiguro.

bondage. | satoru gojo.

impact play. | kento nanami.

breath play. | suguru geto.

to be updated.

𝒜𝒯𝒯𝒜𝒞𝒦 𝒪𝒩 𝒯𝐼𝒯𝒜𝒩.

temperature play. | eren yeager.

food play. | jean kirstein.

face fucking. | armin arlert.

voyeurism. | erwin smith.

to be updated.

𝐵𝐿𝐸𝒜𝒞𝐻.

submission. | ichigo kurosaki.

size kink/ impact play. | shunsui kyōraku.

to be updated.

𝐻𝒜𝐼𝒦𝒴𝒰!

dominance. | daichi sawamura.

cuckolding. | keiji akaashi & korato bokuto.

breath play. | oikawa tooru.

humiliations. | shoyo hinata.

submission. | iwazumi hajime.

to be updated.

𝒩𝒜𝑅𝒰𝒯𝒪.

to be updated.

𝒮𝒫𝐿𝐼𝒯 | 𝑀𝒰𝒯𝐼𝒱𝐸𝑅𝒮𝐸𝒮.

double penetration. | eren yeager & suguru geto.

to be updated.

[ kink-tober 2025. ]

the curse caught up to me.. :(

i got out of the hospital a few days ago. my updates might be slow but they are coming. love you guys.

-- neemie. <3

𝘣𝘰𝘣𝘣𝘪𝘦𝘴. ¸.•* 𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘶 𝘨𝘰𝘫𝘰.

satoru gojo has a tendency of ogling at your boobs. 

you weren’t sure when it started but you were sure when you noticed it, and it was especially hard to ignore now that satoru wasn't trying to hide it.

that eye contact he’d heavily rely on differed and those beautifully colored blue eyes faltered towards your top. it was hot, increasingly overwhelming but hot.

he smirks subtly every time, keeping a conversation going as if he’s not being a scandalous freak. you let it continue for another month without a word.

you talk, he listens, then he shuttles down to the view of your breasts and can't seem to pull away from it.

at first, you were flattered. you’ve been dating for years and he’s simply just showing he loves your body, right? surely. 

that was the case until one dream changed the way you thought about it. you woke up briefly, hands laid on his bare front, his breathing calm and monitored. 

it wasn't much so the dream that made you think, it was the after thought of it.

was he staring because he liked it or because he wanted them to change?

you forced yourself to fall back into slumber, shuffling only slightly before your eyes shut. though it didn’t detour any of the ill thoughts. 

you tried to hide more when it was only you two. you’d talk to him without focused eye contact, busing yourself with dishes or putting them away.

you kept a keen distance.

however, satoru was that of a hands on person. he’d spin you around, grinning, teeth showing and make you watch him stare, like he enjoyed watching you shrivel with shyness and nerves.

but one day, you snapped. “ okay, toru what is your problem? “

he blinks a couple of times and flashes a grin. “ whattt? “ he drags. “ i haven't done anything. “

“ you're always eyeballing my tits. “ you unconsciously pull your shirt up, closer to your neck and cross your arms.

 “ psh, no i dont. “ he remarked as if you’d just accused him of breathing too hard, but then he gave himself away. he started to walk away from you, his back facing your front.

satoru can never lie to your face.

“ yes you do! “ you followed after him, footsteps leaving little sound on the carpet as you both entered the shared bedroom.

“ i can't stare at what's mine every once and a while? “ he still doesn't turn around. his hands roll down to the bottom of his clad grey shirt and he rolls it off.

you stop, staring at his toned, muscled back.

what the hell is he planning… “ but it’s not every once and a while, it's like everyday. “ you comment.

finally, he stops moving on the floor and turns around. when you see the way his lips are turned up and his glowy eyes slant, it hits you right then.

he’s been waiting for you to acknowledge it. 

“ so you’ve been aware of it? “ you nod soundlessly.

he cocks his head to the side and tongues his cheek. “ and you waited this long to ask? “

“ i figured you would’ve stopped after a while… “ you replied softly, hands falling off your chest from his stares.

he starts to walk closer to you and you can't help but glance down at his abs, gawking. even after so long he still makes you feel so bothered.

his long pale fingers cage around your chubby waist and satoru, like the bastard he is, smiles at your frustration.

“ you make me sick. “ you said with a growing grin and satoru leaned into your face, as if he wanted a kiss but didn't want to initiate it yet. 

his hot breath fanned in your face before his mouth parted. “ i want to try something. “

whole heartedly, you were convinced this was something simple from his reaction.

he wanted to rile you up like always, but when his smile turns into a sinister smirk and those eyes seem to light up like fireflies, you gulp.

that look that always ends up with you in some kind of extravagant position does its job. 

your knees hit the carpet, your legs spread just enough for him to get a view of your pretty little cunt and he’s proud of himself, it shows.

“ mmm, yeah baby squeeze em’. “ he mutters, his head rolling back on his shoulders. 

you do as you're told. your hands squeeze your perky breast together tighter, hips rolling to get some kind of friction when he whines from it. 

satoru bites his lip and leans his head back to the surface. in that moment he’s sure you’re something of pure gold. lips folded and pouty with concentration, eyes glossied with a need to please and your thighs completely covered with your own essences. 

he's panting incoherent words that sound like mumbled praises. the air clouded with that tinge of lust and heat. he’s been wanting this image engraved into his head for months, but he likes playing games. he likes a chase and you're his prey.

he’ll never be satisfied until you’ve given him every position known to man and the unknowns. 

“ you’re perfect, god you're perfect. “ his fingers drop to your face, creasing the tip of your nose then your juicy lips. you whimper. “ always such a good girl, aren't you? “ he purrs.

you smile bright and cheerfully, agreeing like he’s offered you candy. “ always. “ his tip leaks from your voice, pre-cum smears further onto your tits and his head, that he was so confident on keeping up falls back again.

his lips all pink, bruised and bitten, his hands bunching into the soft sheets of your shared duvet. he has this permanent look of pleasure written over his face that has you grinding harder on the cold air.

“ faster. “ he demands, you huff and shuffle down faster. your hands feel on fire but like always, satoru eggs you on with his quivering mouth and those eyes that are shut tight and oh those moans.

those whiney, high-pitched moans that make you seize up and moan on absolutely nothing but him.

“ baby, im g-getting close. “ he warns, fingers tapping rapidly on the sheets now, his pale, hairy legs shaking where they rest on each side of your head. 

if there were ever a time you felt more influenced it would be now. when satoru is at his peak and his body loses function, his head fills with overbearing lust and everything around him becomes a blur. 

his white, ivory colored hair sticks to his forehead and his head tips forward, he’s barely hanging on by a thread but he’d rather die then not see his cum dripping down your face.

satoru barely lets out a soft ‘i’m coming’ before he does. his hip jerks up and cum lands on your face like the finishing touches on a stunning painting.

he doesn't just come to an end either, he keeps coming, his moans growing louder. “ s-so pretty baby, fuckkkk. “

𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺. ¸.•* 𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘳. | pt 1 , pt 2.

thesispartner!eren who paced around his apartment all night after having the best sex known to man. 

his mac book is on, screen lit, keyboard harvesting the ghost of his fingers. yet no words or remote thoughts come to mind other than your name, your face and the way your lips curved when they moaned his name.

he is going fucking crazy, losing sleep over you.

he was sure this had to be some kind of prank, that all of these symptoms would go away in a day and he would get the best sleep of his life.

he was wrong and that never happened.

thesispartner!eren has his phone propped on his kitchen counter, the contact hidden by the darkness of his screen.

“ i feel like i'm going crazy, ‘min. am i going insane right now? “ he says defeatedly. there’s a chuckle on the other end of the phone that makes him scowl.

thesispartner!eren holds his dick in his hand, pumping only enough to let pre-cum slide down his healthy tip. his bottom lip is tacked inside of his mouth, his eyes closed tightly, seeing fragments of memories.

although hazy, he still remembers the key details of everything that makes him utterly infatuated by you and it sends him over the edge, cum flying onto his sheets and his happy trail.

he lays there, staring up at his ceiling.

yeah, he was fucked.

thesispartner!eren who, two weeks out by the way, is still replaying the memory of that night, examining every detail.

your gloved touch, your hooded eyes, the red somehow brought out this look of bliss he hadn't been able to escape.

his hands lay on his stomach, tapping. is it wrong for him to be this hard, to want you this bad? 

it feels beyond sex at this point, he just wants you. he pictured what you could be doing right now. you were probably finding an outfit for the bar.

sasha had invited you both alongside a few others to celebrate the milestone, passing hange’s classes was like finding a needle in a hay stack.

he cares of course, he worked his ass off for this moment but it feels unraveling. he chalked it up many times, saying to armin and his other childhood friend, misaka that it was the strange side effect. 

because surely he wasn’t going this crazy over a woman. 

thesispartner!eren who can't take his eyes off of you even if he tried. 

you're swaying along to an old r&b song with sasha hugging your waist, keeping your back flush to her chest. skin buzzy, hands rubbing down your own body, eyes flickered open just enough to catch him staring.

you're evil, he realized it then when you smiled, keeping that deadly eye contact that has him sweating underneath this dress shirt.

he’s letting his mind wander to a deeply guarded place.

he wondered if you’d look just as luring as you do now if you were relying on his back. his hands combing your body, his dick —

sucker, a fucking sucker.

all it took was one look from you and a few lustful thoughts to have him pacing, again in his flat, hands gripping his almond locs.

thesispartner!eren had enough of it.

he couldn't keep going on like this. he couldn't focus, couldn't think functional and eren yeager thinks functional!

he couldn't keep walking around mindlessly, hoping you’d pop up out of nowhere — so he did it himself.  

after persuading sasha into giving him your address, she let up after a long, dragged out sigh.

“ you’re lucky i know more than you. “ he frowned, but happily wrote your address in the middle of his palm.

the black sharper is still on his palm as he knocks, nervously.

he almost backs out when you don't answer immediately. this was stupid, until it wasn't. until you answered the door in a long scott pilgrim designed t-shirt and fuzzy, kitty patterned socks.

until he realized the quickening of his heart was further from lust than anything.

“ eren? “ you said in complete shock. “ eren what are you- “

“ you won't stay off of my mind. “ he admitted vastly, hands folding into his black sweatpants. “ i can’t sleep correctly, i can’t think - i can’t function like this. “

he blinks rapidly, shaking his head. his glasses slipping down his turnt up nose. “ maybe i inhaled too much and i'm having the worst chemical pull of a lifetime, but i can’t stand this shit anymore. i can’t.  “ 

“ i need you. “

you stand there, in your doorway with a purple bonnet on and in an overly large shirt, and eren, the same man who was a distantly friendly but also a nerdy flirt three weeks ago is staring at you with every emotion known to man. 

he’s terrified, lashes mis-matched and wet, arms spasming. his veins turn whenever you open your mouth to speak but couldn't find the right words.

“ say something. “ he looked down at the ground, his voice a cruel whisper.

you figured it was just you. that this feeling of bind was just something you had to get over on your own.

that every suggestive greeting after the fact was in your head, a made up fantasy.

that every smile his way was nothing.

that every pine you made was going to go away after this insane chemical mishap blew over but it hadn't. it stayed, it followed you.

you couldn't escape eren. his smell, his hands, his face. everything that makes him irresistible.

he wouldn't go away and it bothered you. it bothered you so much that all you could do was stay up at night. walk around , go to the park, finish old task.

you did everything to take him off of your mind and still, it wouldn't work!

now, he’s here, saying everything you’ve been feeling for weeks and there’s nothing other to say than – “ same. i’ve been losing my mind thinking about you. “ 

“ i hate you for it. “ he chuckles, stepping closer. his hands move before his mind can catch up. he looks down at you, tenderly, and smiles.

“ put that hate to the side. “ his voice drops and your thighs mesh together. “ i’ve been dying to feel you again. “

he dragged you inside of your apartment, he moved so vividly you’d wondered if he’d been in your home before. 

this time when you laugh, you aren't high off anything but him.

thesispartner!eren has your back against his chest, your head on his shoulder. crazy coincidence… 

his fingers dance on your clit while he whispers sweetly nasty things inside of your ear. a white creamy ring forming at the base of his dick.

he’s gaping a hole inside of you, anchoring your body down to meet his thighs. his dick bulges through your pudgy belly, you can feel every intent.

he wants to make you feel good and you’ve already accepted that will be a regular thing.

he wraps his big hand around your throat. “ there you go baby, take it. “ he coos, sucking on your earlobe with a venomous smirk. 

your mewing, hands plastered on his thighs as you match his pace. every pull he makes, every nerve bending thrust inside of you has you seeing shooting stars.

he’s cocky about it too, making sure your eyes stay open the entire time. he wants to see you come apart. he needs to, it's bigger than a craving. 

“ so pouty baby, look at those lips. “ he sounds goneee, head tipped just to get a good view of your face.

your cervix is screaming at you, to switch position or do something but it feels so good it's wrong to stop. 

sinking down only to get louder. you dug your nails into his thighs and he moaned guttarly, catching your wrist. “ you ta-ke it so well, c’mere, give me those lips. “ his kisses feel passionate, careless. he slips his wet tongue inside of your mouth and searches every inch of it.

you were sure it couldn't get better than this.

skin to skin, his lips falling from yours to suck on your neck, his dick hitting everything soft and fragile.

then it got better, he squeezed the skin of your hips, forcing you down just enough to get you there. 

you wordlessly cum, body jerking more than it had under the influence. your eyes flickering, hands wrapping behind his neck to keep yourself from toppling over.

you suck him in so tight, he doesn't have to chase his orgasm, you duress it out of him.

the grip on your neck gets tighter, his huge, veiny arms tangle on your stomach, and he halts. moaning inside of your sweaty neck, shaking.

he whispers something about your pussy being a drug as you milk him dry and you huff a laugh. :p

“ i swear if t-this is what being crazy feels like, i’m all in. “ he whispered inside of your ear then kissed the lobe. 

kinktober role call.

𝘭𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘱. ¸.•* 𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘳. 𝘪𝘣: 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘣𝘤 𝘪 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘶𝘷 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯.

there’s a stirring in the air that isn't coming from the big bio mixers in the corner or from the many fridges holding testing disks or tubes. 

you’re nibbling on the back of your pen, eyes stuck on the presentation in front of you. 

the hairs from your colored honey blonde ponytail is leaving your back itchy over the white lab coat plastered to your body, but in all honestly, you know it has nothing to do with that.

it’s your nerves.

there’s voices everywhere. coming from speakers, from cellphones and one singular desktop. these walls could be so thin at times.

everyone except for you and sasha braus had packed up hours ago.

it's the weekend for some but for you two, it was working and cramming-end. though sasha was going to be heading out once he arrived.

there’s a voice booming in your ear, past your issued headphones. it’s coming from the instructions manual your professor, zoe hange left for you and you're usually on time but on occasions late partner, eren yeager.

the rules or in this case, tutorial is simple. 

mix components a and b at the same time, they made sure to say at the same time, so you wrote it down with your sharpest, potent black ink pens.

for component c however, it’s a bit difficult. they state in a sterner voice than usual. 

the wait time between the three is five minutes. not less, not any more. if it somehow goes over the wait time, they have to restart immediately.

hange goes on to say that the last students to try this out messed it up entirely and they paused. 

“ -exhibited odd after effects. “ they don't classify that, or go on to explain the after effects at all and for some reason it makes it all the more worse. you chew on the tip of your black pen once more.

in no situation should component a, b and c connect if it has been over or under five minutes.

you’re stiffened by that considering something that little could be so hard to accomplish but this is for your thesis, your last one to note.

it has to go completely perfect or you're screwed.

so, when you see sasha, the deer-like goddess sitting at her desk perk up from a sound that isn't from social media. you already know he’s here. 

eren, your co-dependent thesis partner since this year.

he’s great for the most part, besides from how awkward it can be when he falls into the groove of silence and pots slurring. 

there are fun times, like when he dropped a kettle in the break room and his first instinct was to play dead…?

that still gets to you til this day, or when he looks at you sincerely for help instead of saying anything,

he’s just like that. very attentive, goody but still holding some misbehavior, outside of all of this. he is still a mystery to you.

he’s just your thesis partner, nothing more, nothing less.

as the door clicks, you steal one last glance to sasha as she parts ways, yelling her goodbyes instead of properly stating them.

“ she’s blooming today. “ are the first words that leave eren’s mouth. 

he looks presentable like always. white , sterile lad coat on that stops at his sheens. tan khakis with black socks and an untucked white short sleeve adorn his upper and lower body.

his hair is styled in that man bun, but as he let up to you one day, he wanted to cut his hair shorter but wimped out at the last moment. 

now, some of his ‘baby’ hairs frame his forehead. there couldn't have been a better choice. 

“ i heard her and niccolo hit it off pretty well the other day. “ you comment, watching him drop his black thermos flask on the spare counter by the door and push his ray bans farther up his nose. 

the logo blurs from your vision as you sit on the high stool chair, turning to give the screen your attention.

better to be safe than sorry.

eren starts to get busy once he settles into the room. 

he opens his plain black book bag and pulls out a journal. it’s navy blue and has the popular book-brand logo on the front. it’s basic.

there’s colored sticky tags and book notes hanging off the sides of the paper inside. there’s so many you were sure if you tried to count, you would fail.

he lays the journal on the long counter that harvests the bio heater and computer. 

“ have you gone over the assignment? “ eren lets out a soft ‘mhm’ that sounds like a purr.

“ stayed up all night making sure i understood it.” he replies formally after dipping his hands into the steel sink across the room. 

your eyes dash from the screen to his covered upper back.

“ look at you being on top of your stuff. “ you joked playfully, he turns his head, his ember-like eyes boring into you like a threat, although they hold the same playfulness yours have. 

he smirks. “ when have i ever not been? “

“ let me think… “ you come up empty handed, of course. 

eren was always on top of his stuff. he might be a few minutes late, tops, but he was always there when it counted. you would never downplay his skills when it came to making his presence count.

“ oh, is that silence i hear? “ it’s rare you get any form of normal conversation with him, so you push until he’s drying his hands with a paper towel and slipping those black, high reactive gloves on. 

you figured it was time to get to business, unfortunately. 

you stand up, brushing past him gently to make it to the sink. your hands fall into the rim, the warm water pouring on your palms and fingers. 

the unscented soap always made you feel a little woozy, it just smelled like alcohol but it's accustomed to just get it over with. 

once you felt you’d run the water and soap on your hands long enough, you pulled them out and dried them.

turning to pay mind to everything else now that the easy part was over, you caught eren’s eyes being glued to the computer screen, headphones over his head. 

“ which position do you want to take? “

he glances up then swipes one of the headphones off his ear. “ i'm sorry? “ he was always so polite, proper but sometimes it would slip. you liked when that happened. 

“ i asked what position do you want to take. “

“ either or, whatever you feel comfortable with. “ he gives you a brief smile, you return it and pull the gloves onto your dried hands. 

the black snaps against your skin, snug and comfortable and you rubbed them together to make sure they would hold.

“ i’ll do the first part and you do the second. “ eren, who didn't put the other headphone back in bobbed his head up and down then he got up from the seat and gave you the lay way.

components a, b and c were already sitting on the white table top, in one of the smaller bio heaters before you’d even arrived. 

hange was always looking out for you.

with the ingredients resting in your face, you started the small heater for the five lb flask.

eren goes to grab the flask, it's not the biggest thing but it's enough to hold the small amount of liquid hange requested to have mixed.

the flask gets hot around the edges before long. you and eren share a look of hesitation. “ yolo? “ you weren't sure if that was supposed to be the way to think about this, but you still kept that mindset. 

if you think too hard, mistakes can be made.

“ yolo. “ he replied.

grabbing the warm bio-tube from the heater, the blue cap labeled a sits in your left hand while the red cap labeled b sits in your other.

turning to eren fully, he glances at the caps and then at your face, your eyes to be exact.

he twists the caps off without looking down, jungling them in his hands. 

it’s been a while since a guy looked at you so sensually and it's all because of some lids. you're overthinking it, surely. still, like a ditz, your heart starts to speed up.

“ thank you. “ you say, it comes out as a whisper. 

he doesn't verbally reply. he grunts as confirmation and clears his throat, taking a step back. gosh, he sure knew how to make you so vulnerable and nervous.

he has these eyes that scream of avoidance but sometimes he seemed so readable. 

but again, surely it was something inside of your head and eren, your somewhat nerdy but secretive thesis partner wasn't staring at you with some kind of want. 

the pot, now heated and ready, awaited your move. you turned the tubes in your hands steadily then gave eren the count down.

“ three, two, one- “ you poured both of the tubes inside of the flask and they mixed immediately. going from clear to a smokey purple before they could even stand a chance.

you shot eren a glance and he flashed the black rectangular timer. 

the clock is officially running down. 

eren places it directly beside the heating flask and you both just watch it go down in silence until he speaks, surprisingly. 

“ how has your day been? “ considering it's eleven at night and this has been lingering on your mind for hours, not the best.

“ alright to say the least. “ you motion towards the flask. “ this has been the most important thing to me. “ eren stuffs his gloved hands into his lab coats pockets, eyes never leaving that timer. 

“ how about you? “ you aren't afraid to look away, you have more than enough time. 

analyzing him for all his worth while he can’t refuse it, you understood the hype. 

his black glasses hover on the tip of his button nose while he towers over the heater. they keep sliding further and further down and it only adds to the appeal that is eren yeager. 

“ decent, like you said this is the most important thing right now. “ with that, you both fell back into silence. not awkward, but not ideal.

you keep your eyes on that timer until the two minute mark hits then you both start to whine down.

eren shifts first, he untucks his hands and walks towards the computer, grabbing that blue journal. then, he slyly whispers. “ excuse me. “ by the top of your head, his hands ghosting on your hip to pass by while he goes for the bio heater.

you could feel the goosebumps gather but for what, he was only being polite, surely!

you watch him work, only staying out of his way as he writes something quickly inside of the book then like before, watch the timer go down further.

it seemed like it anticipated this moment as well, once they both kick started, it went down faster.

by the time it hits thirty seconds and you start to toy with any and everything. it feels realer than anything to ever be real. 

this was it. this was going to determine whether or not you passed and its nerve wrecking, keeping you in a dilemma of failures mind set.

the tension of sharp green lit eyes on your face causes you to shuffle on your toes.

“ hey, it’s going to work. “ the encouragement falls off of eren’s tongue like nothing, like he’d already decided it would work because he’s doing it and it’s enough for you to actually breathe a bit steadier. 

you trust him.

the timer starts to slow ever so slightly when the last seconds come around. 

it’s five seconds on the clock, eren already uncapped the last clear solution and he’s waiting, patiently, not a shake in sight.

when it dings, or more so rings loudly to alert everyone it is time to fulfill their duties. eren didn't hesitate. he poured the liquid into the flask and it rumbled, turning from purple to a neon green in milliseconds.  

you don't breathe, your breath caught in your throat. eren watches it, unnerved or as it seems from his backside. 

you make the first move after, going to the computer, logging in quickly and watching your digital notes appear.

“ okay, we uh. “ you started, scrolling down on the mouse wheel. “ we poured them both in, the color changed to- “ 

eren lifts his head up.

“ purple. “ he finishes, his voice a grumble. you nod your head, scrolling further down through the notes. 

“ then we waited and the color is supposed to… “ wait, this couldn't be right. you glimpse from your written notes to your digital ones. 

your eye brows pinch on your forehead, adding a bundle of nerves into the crease that separates them. “ eren. “

eren leans off of the table, eyes glancing from the solution to the computer you’re frantically typing on.

“ what’s wrong? “ he asks with concern oozing from his mouth, you can hear his sneakers squeak on the floor as he hurries to your side.

he leans over you, right hand on the corner of the white table, towering ever so slightly to read the news. 

“ it’s supposed to be… black? “ his eyes grow wider by the discovery, then his head turns to the boiling green concoction behind them.

“ that can't be right. we did it right. “ he says confidently, his hands grow eager to be on the computer’s keyboard, so eager that he slides you out of the way, again with his slender fingers and begins to type on it. 

you're standing there, puzzled, what could have gone wrong? 

eren was so collected about it. he did it right, you were sure. you started to doubt yourself, was this your fault?

you thought back to the way the solutions mixed, maybe they didn’t touch at the same time –

how is this possible right now? 

before you both could deescalate the situation, the flask boils over with white bubbles forming from the bottom to the top. 

the heater is making a strange abort sound. eren takes one look and abandons the computer, working on complete autopilot. 

“ shit, okay lets just restart. i’ll handle this, go get the new tubes. “ he utters, his voice slightly shaky as the liquid only continues to boil over even with the stove top off. 

you rush, no you're beyond rushing. 

you run to the capsules in the storage fridges.

the realization of it all keeps you on your toes, barely realizing how horrible this is. how this can cost you your entire life.

metaphorically and physically. 

you reach the correct fridge, the one in the far right corner. 

opening the door to release the air gas, it hits you in your face and you cough only a bit. there’s many names, many colors but the colors you need just… aren't there. 

the blue and reds are practically obliterated.

your heart stops. no way was that the only batch, hange made sure to say they could start over.

this can't be right, surely, this was a simple mistake of misplacement.

or… the tubes just aren't here. 

crash – something loud hits the floor and shatters before anything can register. 

you jet your eyes behind yourself and watch the absolute look of terror on eren’s face expand, his hands still in position as if he was holding something.

that something just so happened to be the flask filled with the wrong components. it’s spilled all over the floor, the green liquid smoking, steam floating up into the air and the vents. 

you and eren just stay like that, in one place.

the glass doesn't move, it only reflects. it watches the disappointment on both of your faces. 

the haunt. 

it’s honestly astonishing that something could go from bad to worse in less than five minutes.

“ this is on me. i’ll clean this up, just get the tubes- “ eren says, hands falling out of their position. his lids are downcasted towards the glass.

“ the tubes aren't here eren. “ you softly remind him, your hands shaking as they lower. 

this was it, they failed. all because of a second – actually, you weren't even sure if the time was the issue. 

all because of nothing.

eren moves before you do, before you want to. it doesn't sink in until he’s grabbing a broom and dust pan from the storage closet and walking back to the site.

 “ what the hell… “ you heard him say.

“ what? “ you shallowly walk towards him, the smell of debris air still trapped on your skin. 

“ it's gone. “ he said in disbelief, his hands tightening on the broom. as you get closer, your confusion branches into awareness. 

he’s right. the glass is still there, in small pieces but the green liquid is gone. 

how did it evaporate before your eyes?

you look at him and he’s quick to do the same. “ the glass. just clean the glass. i’ll see if there's another remedy for the tubes. “ you find yourself saying. it was odd seeing eren so confused. it honestly spooked you. 

although, this is the worst thing to happen. you try to make some good out of it. you were sure out of the many capsules in those fridges, there were some similarities to the first tubes. 

there had to be. it's all connected.

you stepped over the glass carefully, walking to the computer. this time, you logged in under hange’s tab. they never kept a password on their account, surprisingly. 

you watched as all the transcripts unlocked and you searched for the number twelve. 

the heater is still making a clinking, alert sound, even with it being off and you try to tune it out, searching until the number twelve is sitting in your face. 

you read it over, many times, watching the words hydroparotic and oxygen no-mad make the first capsule and how the second one, b, isn't hard to make either.

the sound of broken glass being swept up and thrown into the trash can makes you keen to eren. he still looks stuck in his head and you're sure you don't look any different. 

you jump up, quickly, going back to the opened fridge to search for six capsules.

the colors are easily detectable. pink, tan, green, a lighter green, orange and black. all labeled with hyphenated names.

you bundle them into your arms and lay them on the long table with the computer.

your brain seized in on itself as it remembered the order.

you grabbed a clear bowl, making sure not to drop it and also put it on the table top.

hydro - the second no-mad… okay, then…

you mixed them together creating the first tube. it’s about two ounces of liquid, just enough to work. 

the other is a little under three. you weigh them in together and figure it's best to even them out.

that took the longest, you concentrated on that and that only. almost forgetting eren was in the room until he exited from the storage closet, again with a new five pound flask. 

it's the same clear color, with the written measurements, just like the one before. 

when you were finished, you used the old tubes to keep the liquids secured and placed them inside of the bio heater. 

another time limit falling onto you both. 

this time, you both were quiet, not engaging in any conversation.

it wasn't voluntary, you just refused to mess up again. you couldn’t afford to remake all of this stuff and there was no more hydropartic to offer in that fridge.

this was your last chance.

when the bio heater finished after two minutes, it was still hot.

you pulled the tubes out and sighed in relief. – but that sigh felt weird… clammy.

maybe you were just dreaming but it almost looked like a layer of vapor came out of your mouth, you brushed it off.

it was probably the steam from the tubes.

with the blue cap labeled a in your left hand and the red in the other. you glanced at the heater and fogged-up rim of heat coming off of the flask. 

without warning, eren undid the lids of the tubes, eyes hanging dangerously low. a red ring forming at the bottom of his lash line.

you barely noticed because of his glasses.

your breath hitched. “ thank you… “ it comes out so low, it sounds like a squeaky whisper. 

eren, takes a step back, groans with approval and watches you intently. you could feel his eyes on your back, waiting, lurking.

“ yolo. “ he said.

you held them up, making sure they had the same amount of liquid then you poured them in. they slouched together, falling as one and being greeted with familiarity. 

the color shifts from clear to a solid purple, resting at the bottom of the flask.

you turned your head, giving eren a look which he replied with the black timer. the clock ticking down from five minutes. five minutes down, no more to go.

the clock ticks soundlessly beside the heater, they stare at it and it just watches them. 

you both don't speak at first, but when you do, or when eren does, you get hit with a simple stain of deja vu. 

“ how has your day been? “ your head tilts, eyes cloudy as you try to think on those words. 

you could've sworn you’d heard them before, of course you had, but it felt like you’d heard him say that recently.

it was most likely from yesterday.

“ alright to say the least. “ you point at the flask, eyes unwavering from the timer. “ this has been the most important thing to me. “

eren lets out an awkward laugh. “ okay, so either i imagined asking you something like that and that was your same reply, or i am genuinely going crazy. “

for once, your eyes leave the timer and you chuckle suddenly.

“ i was… thinking the same thing. “ you both let out half breathy laughs. 

it feels like your bones are vibrating by the time you’re done laughing and stealing glances from behind eren’s glasses.

his eyes were a deeper red, he looked like he’d just smoked many ounces of marijuana. wait, was he high? are you high right now? because you surely feel like it.

you’re loopy, feeling somewhat wobbly on the tiles. your hands are jittering, moving on their own.

“ um, are you feeling okay? “ eren’s movements start to get sporadic, his hands are twitching behind his gloves, his lips turned up into a grin. ” cause i think i’m feeling something. “

you were both easily experiencing the same thing. shortness in breath, boarder-line paranoiac symptoms, a sudden burst of energy,

“ is it like a rush? “ you ask, unable to hide your laughs anymore. 

the timer goes completely out of the window, everything that matters is staring back at you, judgement seemingly gone.

“ ye-ah, yeah! god, i haven't felt this since i lost my- um. “ you covered your mouth, nose scrunched and beyond the point of return.

the floor becoming unstable, the room only becoming a prop.

“ anyways, you alright? “ he follows up saying, fingers rubbing down his clean shaven chin. 

then, for some reason, he ends up looking at his fingers and starts to laugh even more. “ my fingers look weird. do you see them? “

he shoves them in your face and you only see the gloves, the black latex gloves that are slowly turning into different neon colors. 

your eyes go big, literally. your pupils are large and round and eren can't seem to take his own dingy eyes off of you. 

you find it hard to speak, mouth going dry, maybe it was because you could feel him blanding into you, seeing inside of your soul.

or maybe it was because it hadn’t reached your brain that these sudden feelings could have something to do with hange’s odd after effects warning.

“ you look- ha, pretty. wow you’re really pretty. “ he stumbles over his words, fingers retracting from your view. “ you come around here often? “

he looks nervous, fringy, shy like a teenager. you pout unknowingly, head cocked just enough to flash him that giddy smirk.

“ are you flirting with me eren yeager? “ his eyes are the ones going big this time.

“ i-i dont know whats going on with me. “ he takes the gloves off his hands, that man bun coming loose, his hair framing over his glasses, sticking to his forehead. 

he looks better than the word handsome.

“ i'm guessing it has something to do with our liter- literal? little- “ you laugh harder, licking your lips as he grows flushed and red by his mistakes.

“ our little laboratory mishap, but at this point i really… dont want to care anymore. “ he finishes, taking a deep breath. 

you nod like a lovesick puppy, back leaning against the free side of the table. just staring, just trying to work around this overcoming feeling of fatigue, confusion and lust.

your stares make eren even more nervous than he already is.

he prods at the back of his head and clears his throat roughly.

“ i'm feeling something, are you feeling something? “ he repeats. hopping only slightly on the ground, pacing on the white tiles. 

his hands swinging at his sides, unable to contain the mass amount of taintable things going on in his head.

“ i'm definitely feeling something. “ you said slyly, hands resting on the rim of the long cool table. eren’s eyes go even lower, even darker with something other than red. 

he stops directly in front of you, mere feet away from your body. his eyes start from your covered thick thighs, sweeping over your matching tan khakis. then they follow up your curved hips and dips, to your chest. 

his eyes linger there until they lift to your face, your dolled up face he can't seem to escape even in his dreams.

 “ yeah? i’m feeling you to be honest. “ you laugh heartily, watching his shyness become overwhelmed by need.

you lick your lip, once more and they dry instantly. “ what’s good girl, how you doing? “ his fingers just barely touch your lab coat before he pulls away, eyes going hazily wide again.

“ shit, shit. oh my-. “ he relapses, hands guard at his waist, restraining himself from touching you further.

“ i'm sorry, i'm really sorry. i'm really trying to stay professional but you just look so beautiful. “ he rushes out, voice lowering.

you reach out , hands just barely ghosting over his own coat. he watches, intently.

“ and sexy, fuckkk. you look so good. “ he winces, hands rattling as they try to inch closer and closer to your clothed form.

it’s evident he’s holding himself back, even while you flash him a look of greed and acceptance. that’s just the man he is, the man he was raised to be.

but you’re the only thing that can help the strain in his pants, the only thing he wants to help it. he needs you, it’s plastered all over his flushed features.

“ please let me touch you. “ he whispers lowly, a look of pure want in his eyes.

the almost silent beeping from the clock and the tapping of the flask still heating seems to echo inside of your brain. a reminder. still, even with distractions everywhere, you were sure this was the only thing you needed.

“ touch me. “

its like you pulled a trigger, you gave him the word and he pounced. his hands found shelter on your hips, pulling tight enough branch your shirt and squish your skin all in one.

he brings you into a nasty kiss, eyes shut tightly. you felt like your mouth was going dry seconds ago but his was wet. sloppy, spit already trying to leak from the corner of your mouth.

it’s humiliating how many sounds he is coaxing out of you and his tongue hasn't even entered your mouth, yet. 

you're touching everywhere, his chest, riding underneath his shirt to feel the glory of him. hands scratching at his coursed abs.

you feel all the way up coursed back, the muscles, the veins. it draws something raw from your throat and he actually shudders from it, goosebumps forming on his tan flesh. 

he pulls you closer, chest to chest and his hands roam as well. it's quick, hasty with the intent to make you feel good. his hands fall onto your ass, prodding underneath to squeeze and tug. 

you moan inside of his mouth and he drinks it up, sliding his tongue in without a hassle.

you shift, back grinding into the table. it almost feels good. 

you have this thought while eren is tonguing the inside of your mouth down, the way he angles it, the way he moves it makes you think he had to eat pussy like a pro.

he just has too and he proves it, no he shows you without you having to ask.

he lifts you up, like it's nothing and sits you on the table top.

the cold of it slipping through your pants. he stays there, looking down at you even with the added height, all doe like and starry, as if he’s not running on two thoughts and a mind of imagination.

“ can i eat your pussy baby? “ so out of it but still polite, he was a tale.

you clench around nothing. yeah, you forgot how to speak entirely. 

your hands card into his hair and you nod for all its worth. he’s fast, unbuttoning your pants, freeing the cage around your chubby tummy. 

he keeps his eyes lowered, watching everything carefully; although he looks like he isn't even here anymore. his eyes are only getting redder.

you laid back slowly, gasping as he worked the pants further and further down your ass.

you lift your bottom and they slide down your legs onto the floor.

this had to be the moment you knew eren was truly doing it because he loved it, because he craved you, because he had to feel it.

he didn't even fist your panties off with your khakis, his face dove right in between your thighs, breathing in your scent. 

he moans and you try to shy away, hands in his hair. “ nonono, let me stay please. “ he begs, candid eyes glaring up at you, low, passively.

you could cum right then and there, from this sight alone.

his hair out of place, disheveled but still so put together. his cheekbones flared and clenched, his lashes, behind those rapidly fogging glasses long and lengthy.

he was perfect, perfectly beautiful enough to undermine how embarrassing this was. 

you bite your lip, head flinging back. he took his chance, licking up and down your covered slit.

you whine just from that, legs spreading wider. he forces you to the edge of the table then gets on his knees quickly. still holding that insane eye contact that nearly brings you to the edge. 

then his tongue is back on your soaked underwear, laying his tongue flat on your slit and applying pressure,, eyes daring to shut.

you watch him grow weak between your legs. glasses completely fogged, hands falling from your hips to your inner thighs. pacing, wanting to feel every inch of you.

it's ridiculous how wet you are, how in tuned with lust he has you. 

when he lets up, growing tired of the fabric in the way of your cunt. he pulls it to the side, eyes glancing from your pretty pussy to your even prettier eyes.

you squirm.

 “ stay. “ he demands.

you can feel the tears already pucker up in the corner of your eyes when he only presses his beaten lips to your clit.

it’s slow, deliberate. he’s tasting you like candy, licking from your entrance to your puffy, swollen clit like a lollipop. he moans into your cunt, vibration only egging you on further.

you gasp, all whiny and high. your body felt on fire and sensitive to anything. you could tell you were being extremely loud but you couldn't care, not right now at least. 

everything felt like a discarded dream.

his tongue lapping on your cunt, the way your hands card into his brown locs and pull on the roots when he licks just right. the sounds you are both making when he pushes his head down deeper is ethereal, almost dreamy.

he does this thing where he sticks his tongue inside of you and curls it all the way up, poking things you’d never thought existed.

“ fuckkkk eren, just like that. “ 

he slaps your thigh.

“ say it again. “ he muttered deeply, his pink tongue bulging in and out of your entrance, practically forcing your arousal and his spit to gather on the table.

“ you’re doing so go-od! ‘making me feel so good. “ eren sucks on your clit, whining the whole time he's pulling his head back and latching off with a ‘pop’ sound.

“ i have to fuck you, can i fuck you? “ his tone is so whiny, desperate.  

“ stop asking and do it. “

he wastes no time.

he stands up, tall and broadly and unbuttons his pants. his print is achingly big, showing behind layers of clothing. your thighs instantly close in on themselves, finding some relief. 

he doesn't hesitate to look for protection or to wonder if this was wrong. he can’t think about anything bad when you're staring up at him like that. low lite and feeble, begging him to take you with those sultry eyes.

when he catches your lenses dropping to his pelvis, he gives you a run for your money, dropping his black, labeled boxers. 

your lids turn upwards and your mouth goes dry, again... “ think it’ll fit? “ he asks lowly, voice tangible and lust filled.

his dick is far more than big. it's huge, pinky toned and long, feathered with pre-cum. you feel yourself tense and your stomach churn, how in a million years did he think that was going to fit?

“ don’t know, don't think so. “ you say.

he pulls you even closer to the ledge, mouth contorted into a smirk. you yelp. “ it’s okay baby, we’ll make it fit, yeah? “

eren couldn't have gone his whole life without seeing you like this. all perky and high, nose in the air as you shift and watch him fist his dick. 

for someone so unsure of it fitting, you looked like you were starving for it and who was he to keep you hungry?

his hands do that thing where they twitch while he lining himself up, glancing to make sure you're still there and feeling him.

you smile, almost showing your teeth.

he doesn't need anything else. he pushes in slowly, round mushroom tip proding inside of you, looking to take all you have.

your back arches and you shudder, overcome with the aftershock of being practically split open.

you were right, he wasn't going to fit, but in the same sense, he was right as well. 

you were going to take his dick regardless.

eren’s trying his hardest to keep it together, to push you over your limits instead of his, but he’s muttering nothings underneath his breath, words caught in his throat the farther he pushes. 

“ sososo good, so perfect. “ the stretch of him has you moaning even wilder, shaking, eyes rolling just from a few inches.

you’re so tight, clinging onto him like you won't ever let him go and he's losingggg it, completely going dumb by your pussy. –

and when he bottoms out, you both share a gaspy moan. all serotonin and in the air, unaware of anything other than each other. 

eren looks hopeless, like the only thing that matters is being inside of you and now that he is, he’s ready to lay it all on the table, literally.

he moves, dragging back just a few inches and pushes back in.

you let out a whine, hands try to find anything to touch, to hold onto. it’s like you knew soft and gentle wasn't going to be in the picture today. 

when your hands do find something, it's warm and humming. it's the bio- heater, warming up the last component. 

it’s like a spark of some reasonableness is staring you dead in the face and through moans you say. —

 “ eren- ‘rennn, the flask. “

eren’s eyes aren't even on you, there’s too much to focus on. your curves, your glistening caramel skin. the way your body is completely submitting underneath him. 

“ d’worry about it. “ he pulls your hips down onto his dick, biting hard on his bottom lip.

“ h-have too! “ you rawly say,, trying to take everything eren gives while also reaching for the tubes. mind alternating from which one is more important. 

they are both top priorities unfortunately.   

eren, against his better judgement, stops moving and focuses on you and how you're practically dragging him down towards the timer and heater. 

he groans with disapproval, reaching for the devices with ease due to his height.

as if on cue, the timer goes off when eren unscrews the lid to the last agent and he pours it in. you were sure he would've done it regardless of it being on time. 

when the room should've gone quiet to await the results, it doesn't happen.

instead, eren pulls completely out and slams back in, you scream, eyes rolling to kiss your skull.

you barely catch how the liquid turns jet black and how easily dismissable eren is about it. his pace is rough, but there’s still care in the way he’s palming up your body, landing on your shirt.

he squeezes your breast, hips meshing onto yours like putty. the sound of skin clapping is overwhelming, instead of the smell of chemicals, it smells like sex in each and every corner of this room.

the way his tip is kissing your bruised cervix is lethal, he’s so deep, — he’s dragging broken cries out of your throat.

your hands hold onto the rim of the table, knocking your own journal off onto the floor. 

“ so tight, feels so good. “ he praises, head thrown towards the sky as he only speeds up. “ always wanted me huh? “

“ yesssss, “ you agree soundly, out of it, completely immersed in the way he’s handling your body and how easily it wills itself to him.

his pace sets a new tone of deep and fast, it’s not as fast as before but it’s definitely steady.

his dick drags inside of you, so tenderly you almost say you love him. he leans down, smirking as he connects your lips together.

the kiss however, is the most gentlest thing you’ve experienced this whole time. 

it's soft, pouty, all tender and gushy. you wrap your legs around his lower back and sigh into his mouth. “ thank you. “ you mumble and you don’t have to look at his puffy, bitten lips to know he’s appreciative.

“ always. “ he pulls away, pushing inside of your juicy cunt until she's talking to him sweetly.

he takes his glasses off, putting them to the side. 

his head rests in between your neck, you can feel every breath, every moan he takes and makes. it’s the perfect spot, well other than your mouth.

he pulls all the way out, again. tip barely inside before he slams in, hand crushing on your side. 

this feels different, more like a coming down than anything. you lace your arms around his neck and whisper in his ear.

“ faster. “ he moans from your voice, thats how deep in he is. 

pulling back again, he thrust in deeply, touching that spot inside of you that makes your leg shaky and falter. 

he gives you exactly what you wanted, he goes fast, hard, hands finding new places to rest each thrust.

he’s enjoying being in your neck, sucking, flicking and leaving marks to remember this whole ordeal by.

he rocks his hips in a rhythm that builds up that ball in your gut, it’s forming by the time he's saying. “ m’gonna cum soon. “ and maybe, that speeds up your process. 

for once, his hands find a place to rest, on your sides, like an obsession.

he’s possessive with his strokes now, working towards a bigger goal, working towards fucking his seed into you and he’s begging for it, paying for it in full price with his hefty thrusts.

“ eren! oh- i'm going to–!! “ you don't even finish your sentence but you definitely finished.

your body twitches, dragging on the table as you jerk and go soundless, mouth parted in an o shape the entire time you're cumming and far from coming down. 

eren’s groans turn into pitched moans like a wildfire, his body gets hotter as his weight fully presses onto you. his lab coat brushing onto your flesh, and your own.

he keeps you from moving, from taking away his orgasm. when it hits, it's different, far from anything he’s ever felt.

it feels like a high drop from a rollercoaster. his head gets light, his face scrunches up and he bites down hard on your shoulder to keep himself from passing out from your pussy. 

you both don't come back down from it all until several minutes have passed and that timer – you both somehow tuned out is blaring. 

eren lifts up slowly, asking if you're okay immediately. you still feel that high in the cloud feeling so you nod leisurely.

fortunately, eren grew a conscience and remembered the flask after neglecting it.

he cursed underneath his breath, still inside of you throbbing but, then he grows extremely confused and dazed when the color was perfectly black. 

he grins with his teeth. 

“ hey, we got it right this time. “