I don’t remember anything about sleeping with you. I was so flustered, and that’s why I left after saying that it didn’t count. I know how crazy I must sound right now. But it’s unfair for me, too. How can I like you so much and not remember anything about what happened?
MINORS DNI - ALL CHARACTERS 18+ - I DO NOT OWN AOT OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS
Word Count: 5k
Warnings: Horror/Nightmare themes, NSFW, Penetration, Heavy Petting,
Synopsis: The lines where your nightmares would end and dreams began were growing blurry. Thankfully, your best friend Eren is there for you in your time of need.
A/N: Well this probably should have come out in October lmao Anyway, just thought about how Eren would react if you had nightmares and wanted to make a fun little thing. Never written horror before so sorry if it’s not “scary” but I also didn’t really want that to be the focus as much as your - ahem - relations with Ren afterwards. Enjoy my sweet peanuts <3
One foot in front of the other
The command was made inside your head - a calm reminder that you were running, although you couldn’t remember what from.
You squinted your eyes. It was dark, a moonless night, you could just barely see a pace ahead of you. Your pupils should have dilated by now, adjusting to the low light and giving you the slightest evolutionary advantage in this chase. Instead, it felt like the darkness was closing in on you.
Your legs were growing heavier with each step, and in perfect synchronization the footsteps behind you grew closer and closer.
You reached down, two hands wrapping around your thighs as you attempted to physically lift your legs that felt like they had been replaced by sandbags at the moment.
“Come on...please work,” you begged your body as the panic settled in. The footsteps were right behind you when - wait, the footsteps. You paused, slowly lifting your torso to stand straight as your breath caught in your throat. There were no more footsteps.
Maybe you were safe, your brain attempted to rationalize the newfound silence. Maybe who or what ever that was had grown bored of terrorizing you and retreated back into the darkness that all but consumed the scenery now. You stilled for several moments longer, fearful that even the slightest movement could set you back on your escape.
Then, you heard the soft crunch of leaves close in on you from the front. Your body remained frozen but your eyes slammed shut in fear. You could hear a faint sound as it approached - soft, low and humming.
Suddenly, your hand flew to cover your mouth - a weak attempt at muffling the scream that escaped as something moved against your ankle.
You peered down with one eye, prepared to face whatever horror was at your feet. When your vision found the source of your terror, you let out a shaky sigh of relief followed almost immediately by an exhausted laugh.
You crouched down, greeting the small black cat with gentle scratches behind the ear. The purring sound grew and you felt yourself relax for a temporary moment.
“You gave me quite the scare, huh?” you saw the yellow glow of the cat’s eyes close for a happy moment as you continued your scratches. “Think you could show me the way out of here?”
“Always with the running,” your breath hitched, the cat hissed and scurried away at the words spoken from the low voice behind you, “and when I’ve finally got you in my reach?”
A large hand found it’s place around the back of your neck and you screamed as your eyes shut in fear once more - only this time when they opened to the darkness you were no longer in a forest and there was no hold on your neck.
You shot up in your bed, your short panicked breaths were the only sound in the room - although you couldn’t be certain that were true as your heart beat loud as a drum.
The door swung open and your neck turned sharply to face whoever had entered.
“What is going on? Are you alright?” A breath of relief was pushed from your lungs as your best friend, Eren, rushed to your side. “You just screamed bloody murder, thought I was gonna have to kick someone’s ass in here... hey, are you crying?”
You reached up to brush your fingers along your lash line, the salty liquid transferring to your fingertips confirming the answer to Eren’s question.
“Sorry, I guess so,” you used the back of your hand to wipe the tears that had already made their way down your cheeks, “Bad nightmare, felt super real.”
“No shit, huh?” he reached up to wipe the remaining tears from your cheek, “Wouldn’t be surprised if the neighbors filed a noise complaint with you,” he offered you a small smile, “You good now?”
You took a deep breath before nodding your head in confirmation, “Yeah, sorry for waking you up Ren.”
He reached forward and ruffled your hair with his large hand before standing back up, “I was up anyway,” he stretched, moving his closed fist toward his mouth as he yawned.
You realized in that moment that he had rushed into your room clad only in a pair of sweatpants, the moonlight shining through your window acted as a spotlight on his toned chest and abdomen. His muscular arms flexed as he brought them back to his sides and you turned your attention to your lap. Eren was your best friend, yes, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t still a very attractive man.
You had always found him handsome, although more-so in the last few years when he lost the baby fat in his cheeks and his shoulders broadened with the maturity of a grown man. It’s not like you could or would ever act on your attraction to him. Your friendship was so important and the likelihood of him reciprocating that attraction was slim to none in your mind.
You kept your gaze on your lap, the last thing you needed after the embarrassment of disturbing him with your nightmare was the awkwardness of getting caught staring too.
“I’m gonna head back to the couch,” Eren interrupted your jumbled thoughts when he turned to head back to your bedroom door.
As Eren moved to leave you in the quiet of your room, the reality of being alone hit hard. Your brain returned to memories of the fear-ridden night terror that had sprung you awake just minutes ago. How real it all felt - the dark canopy of the night sky, the shallow sink of your feet in the muddy ground, the cold hand that had found it’s place on the back of your neck...
“Wait!” you called out to Eren and he paused at your doorframe, turning around to lean against it with his arms crossed.
“Don’t tell me you’re scared of the dark now..” he teased but when he saw the look of fear on your face his shoulders slumped and something warm pooled low in his stomach, “..Hey, sorry,” he moved a few steps toward you, “I can... stay in here til you fall asleep if you’d like?”
“If.. that’s okay?” hesitancy laced your tone as you continued, “Just til I fall asleep? Sorry Ren...”
He smiled and walked to the end of your bed where he flopped down dramatically, rolling over to his stomach with his head held up by his hands, “I’m not sorry,” he smirked, “You’ll be making me breakfast in the morning as payment for my services.”
“Is that how this works?” you giggled, your fear already slowly subsiding from his warm presence.
“Uh huh,” he grin grew wide at your laughter, “How do you think the boogeyman likes his eggs in the morning? Ya know what I’m staying up, I’ll ask him when he comes by.”
“Ren!” you kicked him lightly from under the covers and he snorted.
“Okay, okay! Goodnight princess, I’m on watch,” he winked and rolled over to his back, arms crossing behind his head.
“Goodnight Ren.. thank you,” you let out a tired sigh.
“Yeah, yeah,” he chuckled and you found yourself smiling at the sound as your eyelids became heavy, feeling the pull of sleep grow stronger and your fight against it fall weak.
You had been walking the tottered line of unconsciousness for a while now, drifting in slowly before being pulled back quickly by your body’s reaction to the newfound chill in the air. It was a losing battle, your eyes involuntarily opening as your body shivered. You pulled the blankets up over your shoulders and snuggled in close to try and regain some of your former warmth. When did it get so cold in here? You peered up at the window by your bed thinking that maybe the night air had taken a turn for the worse. Your suspicions were confirmed when you saw your curtains moving wildly as the wind carried them.
You moved to sit up, in hopes of closing the window and returning the room to it’s previously warm state but felt a heavy weight on top of your feet at the end of the bed. You lifted your head and saw Eren’s large frame passed out at the very end. He was facing the other way but the slow rise and fall of his rib cage with each breath confirmed he had fallen into a deep sleep.
“Psst, Ren,” you wiggled your legs under him just slightly but he didn’t budge. “I need to close the window and my leg is going numb because of you,” you increased the volume of your whispers but still the tall man didn’t move.
With a bit more strength you yanked your legs from under him and finally Eren rolled over to face you. You opened your mouth to make a smart remark, something about how he slept like the dead, but a blood-curdling scream crept up your throat and took it’s place.
It was Eren, you were sure of it. But his face was not his own - in fact there was nothing where his face should be. An emptiness, a void, a complete lack of the structure bound to us by the basic laws of physics.
And then, he, or what used to be him, you weren’t sure anymore, moved. What remained of his body turned to you, hands planting on the mattress with the clear intention of closing the distance between you.
“This isn’t happening,” you rubbed your eyes with fury, “Please, please wake up.”
Two hands grasped your shoulders firmly, “Let go of me, please!” you begged.
“Woah, hey!” the grip on your shoulders was freed, “Sorry, I was just...” you opened your eyes, deep green stared you back, concern stretched across Eren’s face as he hovered over you.
You shuffled back, almost running into the headboard in your frenzied movements. How could you be sure you’ve woken up this time?
“Eren?”
“Uh... yeah? You’ve got some pretty fucked up nightmares it seems. No more scary movies for you,” he flicked your forehead with his thumb and pointer finger before moving back to sit beside you.
“It was just... you were there, but it was -” you hiccuped as you tried to regain your coherency. You looked down at your hands, they were shaking with adrenaline.
“Woah, hey calm down,” he grabbed both your hands in his, “It was just a dream,” his thumbs rubbed soothingly over the back of your hands.
You took a shaky breath inward, releasing it slowly as you lifted your head to face him once more.
“God, you probably think I’m nuts.”
“Been thinking that for a while now,” he quipped back too easily, his hands still holding yours as a sheepish grin spread across his lips. “You should probably try and get some sleep now, real sleep.”
You sighed, “I don’t know ... if I can. That was one of the most terrifying dreams I’ve ever had.”
“Well, do you wanna talk about it?”
You were silent for a moment as you contemplated.
“You don’t have to -”
“No, it’s just... you were in it and..”
“Hold on!” he interrupted immediately.
“I barely said anything!”
“I was in your dream and it was a nightmare?”
“No, I was screaming your name for other reasons, yes it was a nightmare,” you rolled your eyes. The room was dark but you swore you saw the faintest blush fan across his features before you continued.
“Anyway, you were there but it wasn’t you. Something had happened to your face and it was just,” you shivered at the memory, “terrifying.. not human.”
“Damn,” he chuckled, “That is fucked up.”
“I know,” you replied, the second half of the sentence was stretched through a yawn that snuck up on you.
“Okay sleeping beauty, I think you should lie back down,” you didn’t have the energy for a rebuttal, and he was probably right as it was. Your lack of sleep likely acting as a major contributor to how poor your sleep had become. He pulled the blanket back over you, “I’ll be right here, try and get some rest.”
You nodded your head, turning to the side as you heard him shift back down to the end of the bed, the mattress moving under his weight.
You tried to sleep, you really did. But every time you closed your eyes, snuggling beneath the heavy comforter, the fear of seeing the terrifying apparitions behind your lids left an unsettled feeling brewing low in your stomach. Truthfully, even with Eren right there at the end of the bed, you felt like you needed him closer.
“Eren,” you called out.
“Hmm?”
“Could you.. come back up here? I still feel really scared.”
He didn’t say anything, only moved carefully around your blanket covered body in his approach. You stayed on your side, faced away from him with your head resting comfortably on the pillow while he sat up against the headboard.
“Better?” He moved one of his hands to your hair, petting it soothingly. You could feel his warmth from this distance and it wrapped over you in a wave of comfort. Bringing you peace in a way only the presence of Eren could.
“Mhm,” you sighed contentedly, feeling the most relaxed you had all night. He smiled softly and continued to smooth down your hair as you lay beside him.
You wanted sleep. You really, truly did. Only you couldn’t ignore the growing volume of that tiny voice in the back of your mind, try as you might. It would interrupt your counting sheep, your continued failure at falling into the deep sleep you longed for, to tell you something about this moment with Eren felt different. Felt intimate. Too intimate for a moment shared between platonic best friends.
Even louder, more raucous than that first voice, was the one telling you that you liked having him like this. That it felt nice, having him close - being able to call out to him and him responding in an instant. The sparrow and the song. That it felt right, sharing a night with him, sharing your bed with him.
“Eren,” you whispered to the dark room.
“Uh huh,” he replied nonchalantly, never stopping the way his fingers were gently combing through your strands.
“Can you come closer?”
“What? Want me under the covers with you?” he jested.
“Yes,” you replied and his hand stopped in your hair. You turned over to face him in the lowlight. “Can you..will you hold me?” you held you breath as you said it, your confidence wavering, unsure if you just crossed a line best friends weren’t supposed to cross.
You were, however, sure of the blush that ran across his features now, even with the only light being that of the moon passing through your bedroom window.
“Yeah,” his voice was sleepy, but something else lay hidden within it, “I can do that.”
He lifted the covers and you returned to your side as you faced away from him. He slipped in with ease, his large body settling in behind you. You felt the warmth of his muscular stomach pressed to your back, his bicep swinging over your side as he pulled you in close.
“Is this okay?” he whispered.
“Yeah Ren, it’s okay,” you confirmed, snuggling in closer to him. He only responded with a light squeeze of your body under his arm, leaning his head down to yours and taking a deep breath in as he nuzzled his nose into your hair.
Silence fell across the room, the only sounds were the crickets chirping outside among the fauna and the slow, alternating breaths between you and Eren.
“Why... why doesn’t this feel wrong?” his voice was low and muffled as his lips brushed back and forth across your hair.
“Maybe it isn’t,” you weren’t positive, but it certainly didn’t feel wrong. “All I know is, I was terrified less than ten minutes ago and now.. I just feel safe with you.” You could feel the smile forming on his lips behind you.
“You’re so soft,” his arm swung over you had pulled back so he could gently run in his fingers up and down the bare skin of your arms, a trail of goosebumps left in his wake.
“That feels,” you sighed happily, “really nice Eren.”
He paused, you could sense his hesitation.
You turned your body so your back lay flat to the mattress, locking your gaze on Eren who shifted so his head was propped up by his elbow next to you.
“What’s wrong?” you searched his expression for clues.
“Nothings wrong,” he brushed the stray hairs from your forehead, tucking them gently behind your ear. “That’s the problem. Nothing is wrong and I like this with you. I... want more of this with you.”
Butterflies swarmed your stomach at his confession. But insecurity crept in just as fast. Had he always felt that way? Or was he swept up in this moment? Were you swept up in it too?
Your eyes scanned his face. Even under the cover of the moon, especially under the cover of the moon was he beautiful. But it wasn’t just his features that made him that way, although they certainly didn’t act as a hinderance, it was also him.
The way he drove ten minutes in the opposite direction just so you could carpool together in the mornings, a second cup of coffee always waiting for you in the cup holder. You had zero radio privileges with him but you didn’t care. Half the time the only sounds echoing throughout his car was your shared laughter anyway.
It was also the way he jumped to your defense before you could even finish telling your side of a story, ready to protect you from anyone without a second of hesitation. Your own volunteer guard dog from the bullies on the playground.
The way he cherished your words, your time, your attention, cherished you.
How is it you were only now realizing the gaze he had placed you in? It wasn’t that of a best friend, no. You’re sure it was at one point, but somewhere along the line that had changed. You recognized what it was now. You had seen the gaze dozens of times before - shared between the leads of every great romance film throughout time, between your grandparents who had been married 52, no 53, long and happy years, and now, you recognized it between Eren and you.
“I want more of this too,” you whispered up at him.
He swallowed audibly, the air was growing thick. The pressure of years worth of bottled up feelings threatening to spill over from his lips becoming too much to bear.
And so, because it’s Eren, he let them.
“I really want to kiss you,” his voice was low, hushed and filled with want.
“I ...want you to kiss me too,” your stomach flipped as the words left your mouth.
His free hand found your cheek, holding it gently. His eyes scanned your face once more, like he was waiting for you to pull back and verbalize the rejection he had anticipated every time he played out this scenario in his head. For you to tell him that the feelings plaguing him throughout the entirety of your friendship couldn’t possibly be reciprocated.
But, when he saw you staring back at him, eyes half lidded, your lips in their natural pout as you waited for him to close the distance between you two, he knew that he couldn’t waste a second longer.
He leaned in, his hand sliding up your cheek to find its home in your hair, and pressed his lips softly against yours.
You were thankful that you laid comfortably on your pillow as he kissed you - his lips were like a venom you wanted to race through every vein in your body. A venom that had left you feeling lightheaded, your knees weak, the will to fight off your desire crumbling.
He pulled back, gauging your response with his hand still held firmly in your hair. His mouth immediately curved into a boyish grin, a soft laugh leaving his mouth.
“Don’t look at me like that,” he whispered.
“I’m not looking at you like anything,” you lied as lust immediately clouded your vision. Venom, you recalled.
He scoffed, “Are you sure about that?” punctuating his question with a kiss to your forehead.
You reached up to place your hand on his cheek, “Kiss me, Ren,” trailing your hand low across his neck then to the column of his throat and down to his clavicle.
He grimaced, before throwing his head back with a low groan.
“What is it?” you paused right before your hand would reach his sculpted chest.
His gaze stayed upwards as he spoke, “If you keep touching me like that, I’m not going to want to stop,” he swallowed thickly.
When he didn’t hear your response he brought his attention back down to you, surprised to see a small smile gracing your features.
“So don’t stop.”
He laughed again softly, inhaling deep “You’re gonna regret saying that,” and in one smooth motion he lied flat on the bed pulling you on top of him, your hands immediately finding a place on his firm chest as his hand pulled your head down to meet his lips once more.
The first kiss was sweet, timid, a chance to introduce your lips to one another while only modestly dipping your toes in. This kiss, was diving in head first.
It felt as though your entire body had been set ablaze - each time your lips connected was like another strike of the match. He shifted up to line his back against the headboard, lifting you in the process with ease.
Now, in his lap, all feelings of hesitation were lost. His hands removed themselves from your hair in exchange for a firm grip on your hips, every so often his fingers inching toward the swell of your ass before pulling back into place.
He pulled back from the kiss, “You’re...” he squeezed your hips that were held in his hands, “so fucking perfect,” and his lips found yours once more. This time, his tongue swiping along your lower lip, asking permission for entry into your mouth.
When you didn’t give it up immediately he pulled one hand back from your hips and met your ass with a harsh smack, pulling a soft gasp from your lips that Eren took advantage of, sliding his tongue into your mouth with a low moan.
He pulled back for just a moment, his forehead connecting with yours as he whispered, “Told you you’d regret it,” and pulled you forward in his lap so you were settled perfectly on top of his hardening bulge.
The kisses shared were hungry, desperate, but each other’s roaming hands were of far more concern at the moment. Eren drifting down to finally cup your ass in his large hands, squeezing the soft flesh before using his hold to encourage a slow rock of your hips over his own.
He pulled back from the kiss, ghosting his lips over your jawline until he met your ear, taking the lobe in between his teeth in a gentle bite.
“Eren,” you gasped.
“Yeah baby?” your stomach frenzied at the newfound nickname.
“I want you closer.”
His lips moved to the column of your throat, leaving a sure trail of bruises on the tender skin, “I’m right here, sweetheart.”
“Eren,” you called again and he paused, pulling back to look at you.
Using two hands you grabbed the hem of your sleep shirt, pulling it over your head and tossing it to the side, leaving the bare skin of your chest exposed to the crisp air, “Closer,” you whispered, a bashful smile spreading across your lips.
His hand cupped the side of your face as he admired your body before him, “You’re so beautiful,” he breathed, his voice lowering as lust consumed him further. He leaned in, kissing the tender skin of your breasts, before taking the entirety of your nipple into his mouth, tracing circles with his tongue and sucking gently. Soft moans and gasps were pulled from you with every movement of the wet muscle over your skin.
“You’re so sensitive,” he took your nipple gently between his teeth, “Are you like that everywhere?” his hips bucked into your core and a quiet whine was pulled from your lips.
“You are,” he smirked, his hands smoothing across the expanse of your back. “God I just wanna - fuck- lay down for me, alright princess?” His grip shifted until it was settled back on your hips before quickly flipping you over so that you rested comfortably on the mattress beneath him.
He kissed you again, tenderly at first, before taking your bottom lip between his teeth and tugging harshly. His kisses continued, down your throat, through the valley of your breasts, slowly across your navel until his lips hovered teasingly over the elastic of your sleep shorts.
“Tell me if you want me to stop,” his hands took hold of your sides as his teeth grazed across your bare skin, nipping and biting along the elastic line. Your hips bucked involuntarily at the sensation but his strong hold kept you in place, a smile forming on his lips at the same time.
“Ren,” your hand took hold of his soft, brown locks, “Please don’t stop.”
He sighed contentedly...and shifted his hands from your sides to hastily tug off your sleep shorts and panties at the same time.
He sucked in a sharp breath at the sight of you bare before him, “God - perfect ..” he shook his head as if he was in disbelief, then leaning in to leave a gentle kiss and tender suck to your sensitive clit, “Perfect little cunt, better than I imagined.”
Your head shot forward from the pillow at his words, “Than you imag-” you were cut off by him licking a long stripe up the entirety of your center, stopping once more at your clit to wrap his lips around it and sucking harshly.
You were never able to return to that thought - too distracted by the devoted way Eren worked his mouth against your pussy. Your sounds of pleasure simultaneously growing in volume and decreasing in coherency.
His tongue alternated between small, dedicated strokes against your sensitive clit to flattened movements against the entirety of your slick folds.
“I’m gonna give you,” he removed one hand from the grip on your thigh, bringing it to your center and slowly pushing his index finger inside, “a little more, sweetheart.”
“Yes please,” you cried in pleasure and felt a quiet chuckle come from him as he wrapped his lips around your clit once more.
Between the newfound quick thrusts of his finger and the concentrated movements of his tongue at your center, you found yourself dripping before him in no time.
“God, baby - always this wet?” you shook your head fervently, surprised at your ability to even answer his question this high in pleasure. “Think I could...” he continued his thought as he pulled his finger from your center, adding a second and slowly pushing them inside, a shaky moan instantaneously pulling from your throat at the feeling. “Yeah.. like that baby?” he smirked up at you from between your legs.
“Y-yes, Ren,” you moaned your reply and he quickly found his pace again, his lips returning to your cunt, drinking up everything your body had to offer. You couldn’t help but to rock your hips against his fingers, and after one particularly deep thrust his fingers brushed that sweet spot inside that had you buzzing with pleasure.
“Eren... please, like that..” you begged the man between your legs.
He curled his fingers before thrusting just as he had done before, “Like that?” his words were muffled against your cunt.
“Yes - fuck - yes” your head was thrown back against the pillow as you cried out to him, “Don’t stop, I’m gonna cum.”
You were so lost in bliss you missed the way he had began rutting against the mattress from between your legs. The sight, sounds, tastes at his disposal had left him agonizingly hard and aching for his own release.
“Ah, there you go,” he spoke lowly against your cunt. Your legs trembled as you felt your insides clench around his fingers, a familiar sign that your orgasm was moments away. Eren, as if he had been situated between your legs a hundred times before, had already figured out your release was nearing and wanted nothing more than to be the reason you would reach it.
“Go on, cum for me,” he flicked your clit with his tongue, “Want you to cum on my, fuck, yea.. you’re cumming baby?” the low, sultry, drip of his words against your cunt combined with his incessant ministrations had sent you stumbling over the edge without warning, reaching your release on his tongue.
“I’m...fuck, cumming Eren,” your legs tightened around his head and your hips moved involuntarily as you came, hard.
He removed his mouth from your center, placing a chaste kiss to your inner thigh as his fingers continued their thrusts.
“Fuck, good fucking girl,” he pulled his fingers from your cunt, unable to resist the urge to replace them with his tongue, lapping up your release greedily.
Your legs continued to tremble in the aftershocks of your orgasm, his large hands offering soothing rubs along your thighs as he slowed his tongue through your folds, offering a final kiss to your cunt before leaning back to rest his head against your thigh.
Silence filled the room as you both caught your breath. It was interrupted only by the sounds of the sheets rustling as Eren crawled over the expanse of your body to meet your lips.
He leaned in, offering a slow, deep kiss before resting his forehead against your own.
“Eren,” you whispered.
His eyes closed at the call of his name, his only reply a quiet hum.
“I...” you paused - suddenly you felt like you needed to close your eyes, embarrassment washing over you at the words almost spoken aloud.
“You what?” his hand began to wander once more, slowly trailing down your side then back up again until he found your breasts in the darkness. His fingers began to tease at your nipples, lightly tugging the already perked buds causing a quiet gasp to escape your lips. Your hips raised into him at the feeling of his touch, a rhythm he quickly matched with his own hips - his covered cock lining up perfectly at each movement with your burning core.
When you still didn’t answer, too distracted by the motions of his hips against your center combined with the gentle tease of your breasts he slowly moved down to rest on his elbows, his face perfectly aligning with your breasts that were now cupped between his large hands.
“Come on,” he urged as he leaned in to wrap his mouth around your nipple, his thumb brushing against the other teasingly.
“I just.. I want you to..” you trailed off, mind hazy with desire and Eren had grown impatient in his own lust-driven mind. He removed his lips from your breast, reaching up to grip your chin with a harshness he hadn’t shown you prior.
“You want me to fuck you?” his voice had gone dark and you felt your insides tingle with want.
You hesitated, although only for a moment. Nothing about what you had done so far had felt wrong, if anything it left you wanting more - but once this line was crossed with Eren, you weren’t sure you could ever go back.
Your mind raced as the idea of before swarmed your thoughts. What was before if not the build up to this moment right here? The easy laughs, the comforting touch, the feeling of home with him. It was as if you were always slowly tiptoeing to this line, but you weren’t doing it alone. Eren would be there when you finally crossed it - and you were sure he would be there long after too.
You took a shaky breath in, whispering your reply with the confidence you found in your exhale, “Yes.”
He smiled, leaning back down to the soft skin of your chest where he left a sweet kiss.
“Yeah, I can fuck you,” he spoke lowly as he bit the tender skin near your collarbone, “God - yeah,” he quickly grabbed one of the pillows not currently being used and leaned back so he rested on his knees.
Two taps were felt on your hips, “Lift,” he ordered, sliding the pillow beneath you once your hips were in the air.
One hand went to his bulge where he began to slowly stroke it through the thin fabric. Your eyes were immediately glued to the print that was outlined against the thin fabric, eyes widening when you realized just what you could be dealing with. Before you could think much further, his hand shifted, grabbing his waistband and pulling it down, revealing the entirety of his hardened length.
“Fuck,” you didn’t mean to say it out loud but couldn’t help yourself when you saw just how big he was. “Eren... it’s not gonna fit..”
He smiled down at you as his hand began stroking his member, thumb swiping across the tip teasingly. You swallowed thickly at the sight, legs threatening to close and alleviate the need for friction but his knee slid in to stop you before you could.
He leaned forward, using one forearm to prop himself up as he rested his forehead against yours, his gaze locked into your own. His other hand was gripping his cock as he slowly slid the tip up and down your wet center, stopping to slap the tip against your over-sensitive clit.
He moved so his lips just barely brushed against yours, offering a quick kiss and pulling back to whisper “You’re a big girl, yeah?” he lined himself up with your entrance and you found yourself nodding against his lips, “Yeah?” he chuckled darkly, “You can take it then,” and with a menacingly slow, deep thrust, he was inside you.
“Oh, fuck baby,” he was the first to speak. Your eyes immediately rolling to the back of your head, mouth opening in a sharp gasp but no words could piece together in the pathway between your brain and your lips. He had prepped you plenty, sliding in fully in one smooth motion, but no amount of prep could prepare you for just how full you would feel once he had reached the hilt.
Slowly, he pulled his hips backwards, before slamming them back into place, drawing out sweet moans from your lips. The angle created by propping up your lower half on the pillow allowed him to hit that sweet spot inside of you perfectly on the first try, and the second, and the third.
The tight grip your hands held on his biceps and the curses pouring out of your lips acted as motivation for Eren - encouraging him to find a quick but deep rhythm of thrusts that had your head spinning.
You didn’t want the feelings of pleasure his cock gave you to ever end, but you knew that you were already on the pathway to your release barely ten strokes in.
“Fuck - you’re taking me so well,” he babbled, leaning down to leave sloppy kisses on your neck.
“Eren... so deep,” your eyes shut as pleasure coursed through your veins.
“Yeah, nice and deep,” he thrust into you hard, “for my baby.. God I’ve wanted this pussy for so long,” he screwed his eyes shut as he continued his thrusts.
“Eren... I’m,” you placed both of your hands in his hair, holding him tightly as you felt the coil wind tightly inside of you.
“Oh? Gonna cum?” he bent down to leave wet kisses against the column of your throat, one hand trailing down your body before finding it’s place on your clit, tracing slow circles on the sensitive nub, “Go on, want you to cum on my - ah yeah,” he could feel the way you clenched at his words, “Cum for me, and I’ll fill this little pussy up,” he licked a long stripe up your neck.
You gripped his hair even tighter. Each snap of his hips inched you closer, each concentrated swirl of his fingertips to your clit, each wet swipe of his tongue against your smooth skin - and when you heard him moan, low and from deep within his throat “Fuck,” as he nibbled on your earlobe, the coil that had been winding so tightly snapped.
“Eren, fuuuck..” you moaned as your head flew back against the soft pillow, lower half of your body trembling as he continued to fuck you through your orgasm.
“God, you’re so - fuck - so fuckin tight,” his babbling not hiding the fact that his release was moments behind your own. “I’m filling you up,” he suddenly moved to rest on his knees, pulling your lower half up with him without ever pulling his cock from inside you.
“Ah fuck, yeah I’m cumming baby,” his grip on your hips sure to leave bruises but you didn’t care - the feeling of his warm cum filling your insides had left you in a pleasure filled daze.
“Fuck,” he whispered, slowly coming down from his release. He lowered you back down on the sheets gently, your shared releases slowly pooling out of you and on to the sheets below as he pulled himself from your center.
Without another word, he collapsed forward on to the bed with you, both of your chests heaving as you fought to catch your breath. He rolled over, filling the space next to you as his hand reached down to intertwine his fingers in yours.
You turned your head to face him, a sleepy smile graced his features as he returned your gaze. He leaned forward to kiss your lips quickly before pulling back.
“Hi,” he whispered.
“Hi,” you repeated just as softly.
“I... I don’t know where to start..” you watched as a concern expression swept over him for a moment before he quickly pulled back, hiding his emotions behind the guise of a carefree Eren you knew well.
“Eren, we don’t have to do this now,” you gave his hand a gentle squeeze, “Besides..” a yawn forced its way out of your mouth, “it’s gotta be two in the morning...”
“Yeah,” he agreed, releasing his grip on your hand to softly pet your hair down in exchange, “Just.. this is like a dream to me.”
“It is for me too,” you whispered as you nuzzled in closer to him. Your felt like your heart would beat out of your chest at the turn this night had taken.
“I have to get cleaned up, I’ll be right back,” you knew you had to take care of yourself before the heavy pull of sleep could overtake you. He nodded, shifting his hands behind his head on the pillow as you moved out of the bed and towards the bathroom.
Both the sheets and each other were clean once you found yourself back in his arms, toned chest acting as a makeshift pillow with his arms wrapped around you strong.
In perfect synchronicity, the gentle swipes of his thumb across your upper arm and the alternating breaths between the two of you slowed as you both drifted off into sleep. And for the first time that night, you knew the sleep you reached would be peaceful.
When you woke the next morning, it wasn’t in the arms of Eren, much to your surprise. In fact, he wasn’t in your bed at all.
As you rubbed the sleep from your eyes, pulling up the covers to save your skin from the morning chill you were susceptible to without the warmth of Eren near, your nose picked up the faint scent of maple syrup.
Focused on it now, you could hear the gentle sizzle of the bacon in the pan as Eren prepared breakfast - followed by a harsh “Ouch, fuck,” as he more than likely just added a grease burn to the array of scars that covered the clumsy man’s body.
You moved up in bed so your feet hit the floor, stretching for only a moment before making your way to the kitchen, intent on preventing any more kitchen mishaps and making good on your promise from the night before.
When you entered the kitchen, you were greeted by the sight of Eren still clad in only his sweatpants as he bent over in front of the fridge, attention fully occupied by his search of it’s contents.
When he found what he was looking for, he straightened up and began to drink the orange juice directly from the bottle.
You rolled your eyes - he definitely didn’t hear you enter.
Quietly, you snuck up behind him and wrapped your arms around his waist causing him to jump and almost drop the orange juice but when he saw it was you he steadied himself just in time.
“Woah, Jesus - what are you..?” he looked completely startled as he turned around to face you, setting the orange juice down and grabbing you by your wrists in a gentle hold as he pulled them from his waist.
“I thought we agreed I was making you breakfast this morning,” you beamed up at him.
His brows pushed together, he reached back with one hand to turn the stovetop off, releasing his hold on your wrists in the process.
“...Okay. When did we say that?”
“Last..night?” Now you were confused. He was staring back at you with an expression that showed he was fully lost.
“When you came in my room..? The nightmare?”
If you thought he looked confused before, he looked like you were speaking a completely different language to him as you continued, “You said you would stay and.. we.. oh my god..”
His eyes widened as realization set in, “Oh my god... YOU HAD A DREAM ABOUT ME!!”
“No I didn’t!”
“You totally did!” he grabbed your wrist to stop you from exiting the kitchen, a fruitless attempt at an escape
“What happened? Did...” he searched your features for any hints and when you refused to meet his gaze, his eyes nearly left their socket, “Oh my god a sex dream?” he whispered the last two words like he was worried someone else would hear in the tiny kitchen space occupied by just the two of you.
“EREN! I’m not having this conversation!” you yanked your wrist from his hold and stormed off to your bedroom, closing the door before he could follow in behind you.
You threw yourself on your bed, burying your face amongst the pillows. Your face was growing increasingly warm with embarrassment at every passing moment. Not only did you have a completely unhinged, albeit amazing, sex dream about your best friend - you didn’t waste five minutes before spilling it to his face.
An audible groan was muffled against the pillows. You thought that you had successfully skipped all the awkward parts of accepting and admitting your feelings to Eren - instead you fell face first into a situation you had no clue how he would react to.
A gentle knock was heard on the door, interrupting your thoughts.
You rolled over, facing the ceiling as you took a deep breath in. I just don’t see you like that, I value our friendship too much, You could practically already hear the rejection spilling from his lips.
Let’s get this over with, you thought, your stomach turning in knots.
“Come in, Eren.”
The door opened slowly a moment later. Eren entered but paused at the doorframe, leaning back against it with his arms crossed in front of his bare chest. Doesn’t he own a god damn shirt, you huffed, avoiding eye contact.
Something hit your stomach and you were forced to shift your glare at the wall instead to your lap where you saw a chocolate chip muffin resting comfortably in your bed sheets, the pitcher staring you down from the doorway with a soft smile.
“Really Ren? Throwing a muffin at me is your grand idea of breaking the ice?” You picked up the muffin and chucked it back, hitting his hard stomach with precision, forcing a quiet laugh from the man.
“It’s working isn’t it?” you rolled your eyes for the third time this morning but a smile crept up on your face just as quickly. He smiled back, but it slowly faded as he began speaking once more, “I’m sorry for embarrassing you.”
“It’s fine,” you sighed, “just.. can we move on?”
He moved to sit next to you on the bed, wrapping one strong arm around your shoulders pulling you close, “We can move on, but..”
“But?” you tried to pull from his hold but he didn’t budge.
“How was it?” a cocky smirk graced his features as he looked down at you, grip on your shoulder not relenting for a moment.
Your mouth opened for a quick moment before slamming shut. Somehow, he always managed to catch you off guard. Hell even in your dreams he caught you off guard.
“Well?” he prompted with a soothing rub to your upper arm.
You returned his gaze, cocky smirk still present and green eyes that flickered up and down your body for just a moment, although not unnoticed by you.
Fine.
He wasn’t the only one who could catch the other off guard.
You sucked in a deep breath, hoping to channel all the confidence you seemed to have last night as you considered the consequences of your next words.
“I can’t tell you Eren,” he opened his mouth to speak but you cut him off before he could begin, “much rather show you.”
Your gaze had never left his so fast - there was no way you could maintain eye contact with him with what you just proposed. If you were lucky, when he released your shoulder and rejected you, you could pass it off as a joke and continue on in your friendship like nothing ever happened.
But, in what was definitely both luck and misfortune, Eren Jaeger continued to surprise you.
He swallowed thickly before speaking, “Yeah?” it was just a low whisper as he shifted his hand to hold the back of your neck.
“Mhm,” you looked back up at him with wide eyes, a tinge of red crossing his cheeks.
“Alright,” he glanced down at your lips, “Show me.”
A/N: Heyyyyy. I FINISHED SOMETHING. (If I go through and edit things I don’t like later don’t yell at me) I HOPE YOU LIKE IT <3333 I wanted to stop at them realizing it was ~all a dream~~~* but I literally can’t not have you guys end up with him for real...CAUSE ILY <3 Bye!
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