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⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ — A LITTLE DEATH (e. yeager)

(18+) ONE SHOT! ✩‧₊˚ not edited or beta read, frat!eren x fem!reader, college au, dom!eren, innocent reader, fingering, piv, loss of virginity, heavy corruption kink, making out, ELEMENTS OF COERCION, DUBIOUS CONSENT, size kink, dacryphilia, slight stalking, lovebombing, unprotected sex, mention of drinking & drugs, manipulation, eren is genuinely a freak of nature in this

summary: eren starts plotting on a new girl

words: 9k

author's note: please read the tags before you start and i suggest if any of them bother you then you shouldn't read this. anyway, hope you guys like! went a bit out of my comfort zone for this content wise bc i wanted to try something new but i had fun!!!!!

The first time that Eren Yeager saw you was across the room of a party in his frat house.

You were talking to his friend Sasha, carrying a red solo cup that barely had been touched, the contents almost spilling off the rim when you leaned over to whisper something in Sasha’s ear. Eren had a girl on his arm already, some brunette from a sorority that he couldn’t quite remember due to him being incredibly crossfaded. She was going on and on about something, but he wasn’t listening, his eyes were focused on you. The low cut top that you were wearing was familiar, he’d seen it before on Sasha a few weeks ago.

It made him wonder why you weren’t wearing your own top instead. Did you not have one? Were you not the type to spend your Friday nights at parties? What did you prefer to do instead?

Maybe it was because he was so high out of his mind that he fixated on you, or maybe it was because you looked so painfully out of place that your presence was just enough to cut through the chaos all around the room. The Acacia house was loud enough that the floorboards were vibrating, bass rattling the picture frames of previous classes of the frat that somehow seemed to survive years of partying.

The living room was completely crowded, students crammed shoulder-to-shoulder yelling over each other while simultaneously sloshing beer onto the already sticky hardwood floor. Everything about this was normal, he was used to the chaos and the parties and the girls that threw themselves at him.

You looked like you wandered into the wrong building.

Eren could see it in the way that you kept apologizing to every single person who bumped into you, stepping aside so that they were let past while holding onto Sasha’s arm to keep yourself close to her like an anchor.

“You even listening to me or what?” the brunette next to him, acrylic nails pinching his bicep to get his attention. “Hellooooo?”

Eren looked down at her. “Hm?”

“My god,” she said, rolling her eyes and looking towards where he had been staring at you. “That’s your next victim? You bored of me already?”

He laughed under his breath, turning to look at you again. He barely knew this girl and she was trying to vie for his attention like he was dating her? It was annoying, it was tacky, and it was very irritating to his psyche. “You’re unbelievable.”

“She’s not your type,” the girl commented. “She looks . . . sweet.”

“Who the fuck are you to think you have the right to tell me what my type is and isn’t?” Eren deflected, not caring if he was sounding like an asshole.

The brunette groaned, reaching up to put her perfectly manicured hand along his face. “What I’m trying to say is that you need someone like me, baby.” Eren caught her wrist before his palm could even cup his cheek fully, peeling it away with little to no effort.

“I think you’ve got the wrong idea.”

Her smile faltered. “You’ve literally been flirting with me all night.”

“So?”

She let out a short laugh, the answer painfully obvious. “So I figured we were going somewhere to have some alone time.”

“Nah.”

“ . . . You’re serious?”

Eren groaned, throwing his head back. Why were girls so difficult? This is why he hated spending so much time with them when he wasn’t fucking them, cause they got so up in their head about what he should do and what he actually wanted to do. Eren hated feeling out of control, he much preferred being the one in control, dictating what happened and when it happened. “Just go away before I get annoyed,” he said, holding back a biting tone so he could avoid getting a drink thrown at him.

The girl scoffed, grabbing her drink from the table beside them. “Fine, go talk to your innocent girlfriend over there. Your friend was hotter anyway.”

The moment she was gone, already hanging onto one of his frat brothers near the doorway to the kitchen, Jean materialized beside Eren with a beer in each hand. He offered one to Eren which he took gladly, taking a big gulp as if it could get rid of the annoyance he had during that entire conversation.

“That looked like it was painful,” Jean said, leaning closer so Eren could hear him. “What’d she say?”

Eren didn’t answer, focusing entirely on you instead of everything around him. He watched you accept another drink from Sasha which you began to gulp, most likely water, you didn’t seem like the type of gulp down a beer. It somewhat annoyed him, you had barely even touched your actual drink and now you were drinking water like the beer had somehow tainted you.

Jean followed Eren’s line of sight, landing on you. “Leave that one alone.”

“Why?” Eren asked with a smirk. “You don’t trust me?”

“Absolutely not.”

Eren barked out a laugh, lifting the solo cup to his lips again. “Why does everyone think that I’m the devil when it comes to women?”

“Because you’ve earned that reputation about what . . . forty times?”

“Forty four,” Eren corrected. “I just like to have fun.”

“My point exactly, you’re a walking condom ad. She’s definitely not looking for whatever it is you usually offer,” Jean said, gesturing with his cup towards you. “You’d eat her alive. And from the looks of it, Sasha’s adopted her. She’ll kill you.”

Eren couldn’t quite explain why he kept looking at you, why you’d caught his attention so much when there were so many girls here that wanted him. He’d had no trouble centering his attention on a girl before and taking them upstairs before coming back down and finding another one to plot on later. There were dozens of girls that were dressed here specifically to be noticed. It was a game, one that Eren had played for the past two years. Every single person fell into some type of role in his game.

Yet you refused to.

It bothered him.

He felt the need to break whatever good girl persona you had. Eren wanted to peel those layers back and bring light to the raw and visceral truth of who you were when you were alone with just him. Everyone always cracked eventually with him, like the girls who swore they didn’t do one night stands until they were pushing him onto his own bed, or the ones who claimed they hated frat boys that laughed at his jokes.

“I don’t think she knows who I am,” Eren stated, looking down at his half empty drink. He raised it up and drank the remaining liquid, crushing the solo cup in his hands and throwing it behind his shoulder. “I’m gonna go introduce myself.”

The closer Eren got to you, the more precious he thought you were. You looked like a deer in headlights, looking for the next moment where you could slip away. Sasha had definitely dragged you here, adopting a freshman who desperately needed a friend. This was going to be so easy. And even better, Sasha got into a conversation with someone else, leaving you alone against the wall.

“Hey,” Eren said to you, already invading your space not in a dominating way, it was commanding. Commanding your attention to sit only on him. “I don’t think I’ve seen you around.”

You stared at him, a soft smile coming to your face. He was cute, he knew that you thought he was cute from the way your pupils dilated under the faint light. You told him your name, in such a sweet tone he would swoon if he had the ability to do so. He nodded, saying your name again under his breath like a promise, a small claim.

Eren motioned around the party with his solo cup. “First party?”

“Uh, yeah,” you said, having to tilt your head up to make eye contact. “I’m a freshman.”

A freshman. Eren had officially found his next girl to plot on.

He put on a charming smile. “Well, welcome to college then. I’m a senior.”

“Do you know Sasha?” You asked, motioning towards your friend. “She’s my sorority sister.”

He glanced over at Sasha despite knowing exactly how far away she was from you, making sure that he was playing the good savior keeping you company at a party instead of a predator trying to catch prey. “Yeah, she’s friends with one of the guys in my frat.” His eyes never left you, trying to gauge how you felt about him being a part of a frat, if he was able to keep you from thinking he was part of the stereotype that he for sure was.

But you didn’t think anything of it, taking a small, tentative sip of your drink. “Cool. I guess that means you’re safe then.”

Eren feigned confusion, cocking his head to the side to really sell it. “Safe? Is something unsafe?”

You gave a quick tentative laugh, eyes looking around the crowd in the room. “I was told that most guys in frats shouldn’t be trusted. That they just play with girls.”

“Oh, I know what you mean. Those guys can be real assholes. You gotta watch out for them,” he said. You were making this so easy for him he almost wondered if all of this was some big joke you were playing. But the look in your eyes was genuine, happy that he was acknowledging your fear and twisting it in a way that made him look like your savior.

You still seemed guarded though, holding onto that drink for dear life. It would take more than just seductive eyes and flirting to get to you. Which was fine, Eren liked the long game. It was so much fun to play with a toy first before it inevitably got broken. You were so cute, all wide eyed and flushed, the smell of your cherry lotion emanating from your sweaty skin.

He had this way of sanding down the edges of a person until they were malleable and easier to handle. Some took longer than others, the girls who spent more time in the library compared to out at the clubs. Some were ready after a few honeyed words. He wondered what you would end up being. Eren was eager to find out.

So, like the gracious host he was, he asked you questions about yourself. He wanted to know every single detail of your life so he knew just how to poke and prod at the cracks in your demeanor. Soon enough he would know everything about you, even the stuff that you didn’t want him to know. It would just take time.

Eren decided right then and there that he had all the time in the world.

Setting the trap was easy. It was the ‘making it seem as though you were the one calling all the shots’ that was hard. Especially with someone like you that seemed timid to begin with. He was doing you a favor, he didn’t want you to stumble into something with a person who would just exploit you. You were too sweet and kind for that, you deserved someone who was devoted to you, not someone who wanted to take advantage.

He knew what was best for you.

Finding your schedule was the first thing on his list. Armin was the one to help with that. He worked in the student center, the place where they kept all the records on a computer of every single student so that they could track their graduation progress. Eren already knew your full name, you told him willingly, and with enough convincing, Armin searched for your records despite something in his gut telling him that it was wrong.

“Why do you care this much anyway?” Armin said, scrolling through the long list of names in the freshman class. “You could just ask Sasha for her number.”

Eren hovered over Armin’s shoulder, staring at the screen. “I don’t want to deal with her asking too many questions.”

If Sasha knew that he was interested in you, she would scare you away from him. She’d make up lies about how he was a playboy (which he was) and that he would only try to take advantage of you (which he was). It would be terribly inconvenient for him, and there was a possibility that he wouldn’t be able to reel you back in. Some things were easy to come back from — that wasn’t.

Armin clicked on your name and printed out your schedule, reaching to grab the piece of paper from the printer. Before Eren could take it, Armin kept it close to his chest, purposely avoiding giving it to his friend. “Promise me you’re not being weird?”

“Of course not, ‘Min,” Eren said with practiced ease. “I just want to get her number, I forgot to at the party and she was really cool.”

It never took that much to convince Armin, especially since they had been friends for so long. All he had to do was put on that boyish charm he kept for his friends to convince them to give into whatever he really wanted. He wasn’t in the business of exploiting his friends, but he could do it on rare occasions when he knew it wouldn’t come back to bite him in the ass. This was one of those scenarios.

The blonde relented, handing the paper to him. Eren barely uttered a word of goodbye before he was walking out the door, eyes scanning the document to see where you were on campus.

He waited outside of the building you were in, checking the time on his phone waiting till the hour was up for classes and people would be spilling out of buildings. He was determined to find you before you were able to walk away. Though, it didn’t really matter since he knew exactly where you would be going anyway. But Eren didn’t want to have to wait another hour if he could help it, he would if he had to. He’d already decided he would do anything for you.

Just like clockwork, five minutes after the ‘passing period’ you were walking out the door, dressed in a pleated skirt and a blouse that covered up more than the shirt you had been wearing at the party.

He made his way from under the tree he was leaning against and walked on the opposite side of the sidewalk from you, a few paces in front so you wouldn’t be able to see him at first. You were looking down at your phone, scrolling the screen, none the wiser to what he was about to do.

The second you almost passed him, Eren purposely swayed a bit to the side, his shoulder grazing your own.

“Oh! I’m sorry!” You said, stepping out of the sidewalk to stand and look at who you accidentally bumped into. “It’s my fault, I wasn’t looking at where I was going.” The second your eyes met his, a flicker of recognition in your gaze. Perfect. “Eren, right? From the party?”

Eren pretended he didn’t know you for about five seconds, waiting until he saw a faint twinge of hurt in your eyes at the idea of him not remembering you. Then he gave a lazy smile, nodding his head, faint strands of brown hair falling across his temples. “Yeah, that’s me,” he said, stepping closer. “How’re you doin’?”

“What a coincidence,” you said, glancing at the clock on your phone. You frowned, knowing you had to get to class and wouldn’t be able to spend that much time talking to him. You hadn’t stopped thinking about him since the party, remembering how nice he had been to you, entertaining you while Sasha was out doing her own thing. “I have to go to my class . . .”

“I’ll walk you,” Eren said, a bit too forward. But he used it to his advantage, putting his hand on the back of his neck to pretend he was embarrassed about being eager. You gave him an endearing look. “I don’t have classes for the rest of the day anyway. Where are you heading?”

Altgeld Hall. Room 219 with Professor Stein. Eren already memorized it.

But he couldn’t let you know that he knew already, the paper with your schedule shoved into his jean pocket.

“Sure, that’d be great,” you said, leading him back into the flow of walking traffic to walk to the hall. “You sure it’s not too out of your way?”

Eren shook his head. “No, I wanna see how you are anyway. Y’know, when we’re not shouting at each other over the music in some dingy frat house.” He walked so close to you that your arms were touching, which he played off as trying to give the other people on the sidewalk more room. You weren’t pulling away, you wanted to be close to him. The idea that a senior was giving you this much attention, not trying to get into your pants, was refreshing.

You were glad you didn’t have to worry about Eren.

To be truthful, the first few weeks of your freshman year in college had been really hard. You missed being home with your parents, but you also loved the freedom. You lived pretty far away from where your college was, leaving what you knew best. It was what made you want to join a sorority so that you could have friends outside of classes. You liked most of your sorority sisters, especially Sasha, who was your designated ‘big sister.’

Having someone other than the girls in your sorority like Eren was nice. He was older, he knew what he was doing and he felt so confident walking through campus. It inspired you to be more bold, even if you still couldn’t get the courage to do it thoroughly yet.

“You know, you should come over sometime,” Eren said once both of you got closer to where you needed to go. He had to plant the seeds that he wanted to see you again. “Only if you want . . .” In any normal time, this type of behavior would earn him the title of ‘simp’ but he simply knew it would get the job done faster than him trying to force connection out of you.

You handed him your phone, open to the contacts app. “I’ll text you?” Eren had to physically stop himself from grabbing it too fast. Instead, he took it slow, making direct eye contact. His fingers brushed against your own, prolonging the tiny amount of touch.

He reveled in the blush that coated your cheeks, a dark, burnt crimson color that was a direct spark to his already large ego.

The second on his list was possibly the most important one — lovebombing.

Eren had unintentionally done this for a number of years before it had some fancy social media term, and most of the time he hadn’t known that he was doing it. Lovebombing was a science, and Eren was a straight A student. It was a delicious back and forth, a game of cat and mouse. He was always the cat, even when he was pretending to be your mouse.

He would text you so many times throughout the day. Good morning texts, asking about your morning classes, sending selfies, forcing you to play eight ball on imessage games. He’d make sure to ask you how your day was and send apple pay money for you to get yourself a coffee on him from time to time. It didn’t take long for you to get so codependent on his texts that you were waiting by the phone, faced up and ringer on for the next time that he would text you. Some days he always replied within five to ten minutes, no matter what he was doing. And other days he would wait two hours.

You couldn’t help but get a little frustrated when he did this because why was he so hot and cold with you? It only made you more desperate for his approval, sending him pictures of you during your day. One time you sent him a selfie and you were flustered for two hours when he responded that you were so gorgeous.

Subtly, he shifted his requests for pictures, wanting to see your outfit you put on in the morning. His eyes would scan your legs, analyzing every inch of skin that he could and remembering in detail. You had no idea that he would palm at his dick whenever you sent those pictures, making him cringe at just how much he was obsessed with you. Eren didn’t text you for two days after that. He couldn’t have you thinking that you had any power over him.

Then, at the end of the two days, he laid his final trap.

eren yeager: hey, u wanna come to a party at my frat tn?

eren yeager: ok if no, just thinkin of u

Only two minutes passed by before you texted back, saying that you were already going with your sorority sisters.

Hook, line, and sinker.

Eren found you standing near the kitchen of the frat house, leaning against one of the kitchen counters nursing your drink. You were actually sipping more than you did last time since you had a long week. You had barely gotten through one of the English papers you needed to write before the end of the weekend. He stood tall, walking a bit closer to look down at you, strands of his manbun falling out of the front onto his forehead slick with sweat.

“Hey, there you are,” he said to you in greeting, not giving you much space by stepping closer enough to be almost breaching your personal bubble. He could smell that same cherry smell emanating from you underneath the stench of cheap beer and the weed that the stoners were smoking out back. Eren rested one of his hands on the counter behind you, caging you in between his body and the marble.

He was wearing a dark compression shirt today with a black leather jacket open at the front with jeans. Eren today had decided to sport rings on his fingers, which matched the necklace that held a singular gold key at the end of it.

You smiled so big when you saw him. “Eren! Hi.”

Eren smirked wide at your reaction, he could practically smell the nervous energy you had before dissipating into a calm sense of relaxation when you spotted him. You still shrunk under his gaze, obviously affected by the sheer proximity of him. He forgot how shy you were when it wasn’t behind a phone, but it wasn’t a sign for him to back off tonight, he had put so much work into making you trust him — he considered it an invitation.

“You’re adorable when you’re nervous,” he said, having to lean down in order for you to hear it over the music. “This is way too crowded for a girl like you, yeah? Why don’t you let me show you around the house?” He reached out with his free hand to take the cup in your hand, the coolness of his rings brushing against your skin. He took a long sip from it, never breaking eye contact.

“Are you sure?” You asked with genuine, looking around at the crowd. “I don’t want to keep you from your party.” It felt like you were taking him away from what he actually thought was fun to talk to you and make you feel comfortable, he didn’t have to do that, he must be trying to be nice.

Eren chuckled deep within his chest at your words. “You’re too sweet for your own good, the party runs itself without me,” he murmured, smirk softening into something a bit more dangerous. He didn’t pull away from you; instead he closed the remaining distance with his thigh brushing against yours. “It’s too loud in here and way too hot. We can go upstairs where it’s quieter so we can hear ourselves think.” He tilted his head towards the stairs leading to the top floor, waiting to see if you would follow his lead.

You walked behind him, a few shoulders bumping into your own as you walked close. Eren was tall enough that you could spot him within a crowd with ease, his hand brushing against yours to keep you close and lead you up the stairs. A few guys near the stairwell looked at you with leering stares and knowing grins, knowing that you had no idea you were walking up with one of the most notorious playboys on campus. Most girls threw themselves at Eren Yeager and fought each other for his attention, but he was the one pursuing you.

He pushed the door open to his room, a mess of posters spewed across the walls. It was surprisingly clean for a college frat boy, almost as if he was planning it. Dark sheets were across his bed, moonlight spilling onto the oak floors and the room smelled like sandalwood and him.

“Definitely more quiet,” you said, walking further into his space. Your eyes scanned over his desk with a macbook and various textbooks. “I never asked you . . . what’s your major?” You turned back to him, his hand pushing against the door to close it. He motioned for you to sit on the bed and you did, thankful for the break for your feet. There weren't exactly a lot of places to sit downstairs that weren’t sticky with spilled alcohol.

“Poli Sci, I’m pre-law,” he answered. “I’ve been told I’m good at arguing with people.”

You laughed. “Should I be scared?”

Of him? Yes.

“Nah,” he dismissed, moving to sit next to you. “I’m harmless.”

The heat of his body rolled off of him in waves, you shivered as his hand reached up and tucked a stray strand of your hair behind your ear. His touch was deliberate, slow, and deceptively gentle. It was so tender that it made your heart swoon, your whole body tingling from how much attention he was spending on you of all people. “But you?” Eren said. “I think you’re the dangerous one. You come in here with that pretty smile of yours and suddenly I forget I’m supposed to be running this party.” He purposely leaned a bit closer to you.

The compliment seemed to land perfectly, your mouth curling into a sheepish smile. You didn’t get complimented a lot, especially by guys that looked as hot as he did. “I’m not anything special . . .” You said, trailing off your sentence. “I’m sure you say that to every girl who comes in here.”

“I don’t! Honest,” Eren said. It was true, but not exactly the truth that you would want. He didn’t say that to every girl who came into his bedroom because he didn’t care enough about them to compliment them, or he was already undressing them before the lock was secure. “I mean it.”

And then you did something that he hadn’t prepared himself for: you leaned over and kissed his cheek. It was so . . . simple. So pure. It took every single fiber of his being not to reach out and pin you down to the bed like he’d wanted to do for the past week he’d been plotting on you. Instead, he forced himself to give an innocent smile, catching you before you could retreat by cupping your face. “You’re not gonna give me the full thing?” He teased.

Eren didn’t give you a chance to respond, leaning over to brush his lips against yours in a teasing, ghost-like contact before he claimed your mouth. The kiss wasn’t exactly gentle, he really tried to be but his restraint was fraying at the edges. His tongue pushed to enter your mouth, pressing his body harder against yours, letting you start to see exactly how much you affected him.

You squeaked a small, surprised sound that was fucking intoxicating. You kissed him back, somewhat clumsily from shock that he came on so strong, though you didn’t want to push him away. His hand moved to grip onto your hair, just to keep your face angled perfectly, the other sliding down to your waist. Eren moaned low in his throat out of pure hunger. It wasn’t a kiss anymore, it was consumption. He could taste the sweetness of you on his tongue, the faint traces of the drink you were nursing earlier.

His dick was hardening beneath his jeans. He had to have you.

Eren pulled away an inch, lips still brushing your bruised ones. “You’re so sweet,” he whispered, voice thick with lust. His charming facade was beginning to chip one second at a time, revealing parts of the raw, aggressive side of him. “Can I show you how pretty I think you are?” It was a bit too forward, but Eren was practically desperate at this point, dick straining enough to hurt.

You pulled away more, heart hammering in your chest. He could see the gears in your head churning as thoughts raced, starting to understand what he meant. “I can’t,” you said weakly. “I haven’t . . .” The implication was clear from the way you trailed off.

You were a fucking virgin. As if this whole situation couldn’t get better than what it already was.

But then you said something that could have ruined his own plan. “I don’t want to be just another conquest for you.”

Fuck fuck fuck. He needed to say something before you walked out and would never talk to him again. He knew he was being too forward and he couldn’t help himself. If he got this far into the plan and failed, he would be so frustrated he would see red.

So, he did what any absolutely normal guy would do in his situation — manipulate. Eren looked like a man who had been deeply wounded by your lack of trust in him. It was his favorite move, to turn the tables so that you were the one who had done something wrong by doubting him and his intentions. He knew how to make you feel guilty about your own boundaries, twisting the truth.

“I thought you were different,” he said, his voice a bit rougher and laced with a wounded edge. “I thought you actually saw me and weren’t judging me based on the rumors and being in a frat. I thought we had a real connection.” Eren cast his eyes down to the floor for the full effect, a look of weary resignation. “My bad, I guess I misread everything.”

Your eyes widened, concern lacing your pretty features. He wanted to smile, to laugh, to relish in it. “No, Eren. I’m so sorry,” you apologized. “I’m sorry, I assumed the worst of you. You’re a really nice guy, that was wrong of me.”

Eren’s expression changed from cold resignation to fake wounded vulnerability, looking back at you. He let the silence stretch between you and him for three agonizing seconds before he allowed his shoulders to relax, exhaling a weary breath.

You did exactly what he had anticipated you to do, taking the blame for yourself and feeling guilt, which was a very powerful tool he wielded like a scalpel. “It’s alright,” he murmured, voice returning to that velvety register. He reached out again, finding your face to stroke his thumb against her skin. “I shouldn’t have snapped at you. I know you didn’t mean it. People just always assume the worst of me before they even know me. It gets exhausting after a while and I really didn’t want you to be like that too.”

He played the victim perfectly, offering a small, sad smile that made him look boyish. By framing himself as someone who constantly was misunderstood, he made you feel like you were the only one who saw his ‘true’ self. You were his protector, his exception.

“I just don’t want to lose this feeling I get with you,” he said vulnerably.

You reached and grabbed his other hand against your waist, giving it a squeeze. “I’m sorry again for misjudging you. I’ll make it up to you.”

Eren let out a quiet, breathy laugh, shaking his head. It was the perfect opening. “You really mean that? You’ll make it up to me?”

“Yes, Eren. Of course.”

His smirk was barely visible, looking at your innocent expression. The air between the two of you felt thick, charged with tension that you didn’t understand, it was shifting into something that was nervous to undeniable. He leaned in closer until his lips were hovering just beside your ear, breath hot and deliberate against the sensitive skin there. “I want to make you feel good,” Eren said, leaning in to press a small kiss to your temple. “Can I do that?”

Your eyes glinted with something akin to curiosity and it was in that moment that Eren knew he had you. “As long as we don’t go . . . all the way, right?”

He knew exactly what you meant by ‘all the way,’ and while Eren had every intention of eventually getting inside of you, he knew better now than to push too hard and risk you bolting like you almost did before. The hunt was coming to a close, he was so close. He needed you to trust him completely first so that when he did cross that line, you’d be too far gone to stop him. “Of course,” he murmured with false soothing sincerity. “I respect you, I don’t wanna force you into anything you’re not ready for.”

The hand at your waist moved with more purpose underneath your skirt, pressing his palm flat against your thigh, sliding it higher and higher until he could feel the heat of you through the fabric of your underwear. His other hand tugged you closer until you were practically sitting in his lap, legs inadvertently opening up wider for his hand to slide in between. You shivered against his touch, closing your eyes and leaning into his large body.

Your body was betraying you in the way your legs parted and the way you leaned into the heat of him despite your nervousness. You were so ready for him and you didn’t even realize it. His hands felt so good against your soft skin, rough fingertips grazing your inner thigh to meet the junction in between them. The thin cotton of your panties did nothing to hide the dampness that was already in between them, feeling embarrassed that he had this much effect on you with only a few kisses.

He needed to reward you for your trust in him. Eren allowed his fingers to brush against the damp fabric covering your clit, pressing down firmly and rubbing in slow, deliberate circles. The ministration made you gasp out, hand reaching to clutch onto his leather shoulder. “You’re so sensitive,” he murmured, pressing a bit harder down on your bundle of nerves, face reaching down to press a kiss to the side of your neck. Your head lulled to the side to give him better access, biting your lip. “Does that feel good?”

Eren was watching your reactions like a predator watching prey, green eyes dark and hungry. He wanted to make you moan, to hear your voice break as he pushed you closer and closer towards the edge. You let out a whimper, the pressure sending jolts of pleasure through your whole body. It was overwhelming, almost frightening in its intensity, but you didn’t want him to stop. The delicious friction was making your head swim.

His lips came down and you leaned up to meet them, but he didn’t go for your mouth. Instead he buried his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply before pressing hot, open mouthed kisses to your collarbone, pulling you to sit directly on his lap, your legs draped to one side and your torso turning to face him. His lips were demanding, already hinting at the marks that he wanted to leave all over your skin. Every once in a while he would flick his eyes up to watch the way that your pupils dilated, almost as though you were drunk on the kisses and his hand underneath your skirt.

You felt his hand breach the barrier of your panties, pushing them to the side so he was on your bare skin. You were so slippery and wet that he groaned, fingers dipping into your folds to spread the wetness around. The angle was awkward, he couldn’t flick his wrist the way he wanted to in order to push his fingers in. Eren gave you a quizzical look, motioning to the head of his bed and it was so cute how you followed his command without him having to use words.

He moved on top of you, caging you in with his body. He slid up to cup one of your breasts through the thin fabric of your top, kneading the soft flesh, your nipple hardening beneath his palm. He savored every single one of your flinch and moan leaving your lips, relishing in the fact that he was pushing you right to the edge of your comfort zone, making your body crave what your mind was afraid of still. He returned his fingers to your cunt, once again pushing your panties to the side and with this new angle, he was able to tease your entrance with one finger, slipping the tip in just slightly.

Your hands tangled themselves in his hair, threading through the loose strands of hair falling from his bun, smelling the clean scent of his shampoo. Your whole body felt hot, your clothes feeling foreign on your body, uncomfortable to keep on underneath him. His teeth grazed your earlobe before moving back to your mouth, pressing his lips against yours in a slow, demanding grind. He let you feel the wet heat of his mouth and the overwhelming weight of his toned, muscular body pressing you into the mattress. The alcohol still coursing through your mind made everything feel hazy and perfect.

His hand on your breast kneaded it harder, thumb flicking over your nipple to keep your senses completely overwhelmed, dipping his finger inside of you, your mouth giving a hissing noise at the intrusion. It didn’t hurt, you were so wet that it slipped right in, but the feeling of having someone touch you in places you’ve only gone yourself made your whole body feel as though it was on fire.

Your hips bucked involuntarily against his hand, prompting him to add a second finger and curling it up, thumb still rubbing circles against your clit. He leaned down and bit at the sensitive tendon where your neck met your shoulder, leaving a faint red mark that he soothed with his wet tongue.

“Such a good girl,” he whispered, voice dropping into that commanding register he reserved for when he wanted to see girls unravel in the palm of his hand. The ‘good girl’ slipped out naturally, a filthy little reward for your submission. He swallowed your moans, the kiss less about affection and more about claiming you, tongue sliding against yours in a rhythm that matched the thrusts of his long fingers.

Eren memorized the way that your eyes rolled back and lips parted, enjoying this power he had over you far too much. The ability to make someone as innocent and composed as you unravel with nothing but his touch was the most beautiful reward he could be granted with all the waiting and plotting he had done. He was the one in charge, guiding you through this new world of pleasure, all while making you believe that he was doing it out of pure devotion for you.

The leather of his jacket creaked as he shifted his weight, pressing his frame harder against your body, wanting you to understand exactly what you were doing to him by having you feel the thickness of his dick through layers of clothing. “Please, Eren keep doing that,” you whimpered, hiding your burning cheeks in the crook of his neck as you surrendered to the pleasure he was giving you.

His fingers didn’t slow down, sliding his fingers in and out of your slick heat, wanting to feel just how tight you were, how your body clutched at him while he explored you. Your breath hitched as his fingers pressed in impossibly deeper, rewarding you with another rough kiss that tasted like desperation and promise.

You were close to the edge, hips bucking shamelessly against his hand, seeking the release you craved. Eren’s hips grinded against your leg, trying to relieve the growing pressure from how hard his dick was. It was starting to hurt at this point. His green eyes fixed on your face, watching for the moment your expression shattered. “Tell me you want it,” he said, his breath hit against your skin as he increased the pace of his fingers.

“I-I want it,” you sobbed out, hands clinging to his shoulders like he was the only solid thing in this world. “More, Eren, please I need more.” Your legs were squeezing around his hand, keeping him anchored there. Eren’s pupils swallowed his irises at the sound of you sobbing his name, your surrender absolute. He didn’t hold back, the slow and teasing buildup was over, he needed to watch you come apart on his hand.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking perfect when you beg,” he said, voice rough and devoid of the sweetness that had been there before. His pace was borderline aggressive now, middle finger driving deep into your cunt while his thumb hammered relentlessly against your clit. Your walls were spasming, clenching around his fingers, so desperate and tight and it drove him fucking insane. “Show me how much you want it.”

As you reached your inevitable peak, Eren didn’t let up, pushing you further and harder until it felt as though your entire body shattered. Your climax rippled through you, inner muscles clamping down on his fingers in waves upon waves of ecstasy. He held you through it, working his fingers relentlessly, committing to memory every whimper and every desperate shake your body had.

Your head collapsed against the pillows, body still twitching with the aftershocks of such a violent climax. The world around you felt dangerously unstable, feeling more exposed than you’d ever been in your life. Your eyes looked up at him, lips trembling. He stayed hovering over her a moment longer than deemed necessary, savoring the sight of you looking so disheveled and flushed. He felt a dark, possessive triumph, taking something you hadn’t given to anyone else before. He made you feel like he was your protector.

Deliberately, Eren withdrew his fingers from your slickness, the wet sound of it loud in the quiet room. He pressed a soft, lingering kiss to the crown of your head, playing the part of a perfect lover, propping himself up on his elbows on top of you. He was in no way satisfied yet, but he knew he needed to play the part in order to make himself indispensable in your eyes. “Did that feel good?” He asked, as if he didn’t already know the answer.

You let out a shaky exhale, body feeling heavy and pliant. “Yes, it was so good.”

Eren knew this was the perfect moment to strike, when your guard was completely shattered. He feigned a look of longing, hand sliding down to his jeans to let you see the way that the fabric was stretched taut over his erection. He needed you to feel the ache, to know how desperately he wanted you to surrender to him. “You got me so worked up,” he whispered, lips brushing against yours. His eyes were earnest and searching. “I don’t want you to feel like it’s just sex but I know I could make you feel so much better. And you deserve that, right?”

You were responsible for his arousal. It was only fair.

He watched your face, waiting for you to come to a decision he already knew the answer to. Your mind was a fog, the rational part was completely silenced by the sensation still buzzing in your nerves. You looked at the way Eren ached for you and you felt a sense of power, that you were able to make him feel this way. Slowly, you reached down and your fingers tentatively brushed against the taut fabric of his jeans, feeling the hardness beneath. “I want to. With you. I’ll help you.”

Eren felt a jolt of pure triumph shoot through him as your fingers brushed against the denim. He had won, he had fucking won. His hunt was over, the prey had willingly walked into the cage he held the key for. He pulled back to sit up, never taking his eyes off of yours while he shrugged off his leather jacket, reaching for the hem of his compression shirt. He pulled it over his head and tossed it carelessly to the other side of the room, the lamplight catching the definition of his pronounced pecs and the sharp, tanned lines of his biceps. He knew he looked good, he’d taken so many months in the gym to look like this.

You obviously knew he looked good too with that cute, doe eyed look you were giving him.

His hands moved to his belt, unbuckling it with a process that was deliberate and theatrical. He pushed his jeans and boxers down in one motion, exposing himself to you. His dick was already painfully hard, thick and veiny and pulsing with his heartbeat. He came to loom over you, muscular frame casting a shadow against your body. Eren didn’t rush, prolonging the moment. He needed you to take a long moment to memorize him, to feel the sheer weight of his presence.

“I wanna see you,” he whispered, voice a low growl. He reached for the hem of your top, pulling the fabric over your head to reveal your soft curves, letting out a breathy noise that could’ve been a groan.

“You’re so perfect,” he praised, hands sliding down your ribs as he kept eye contact, making sure you felt every single second of his attention. The skirt slid down your hips and his fingers hooked around the waistband of your panties, pulling them off completely. When you were finally bare, he leaned down, pressing a kiss to the hollow of her throat. He didn’t waste another moment, gentle restraint getting incredibly boring for him. He moved to straddle your hips, the heat of his dick pressing against your slick entrance.

Eren moved to have it fall on your mound, cataloging just how far it would push inside of you. He was sizing you up, grabbing your attention to watch as well, lips parting. His hands gripped your thighs, spreading them wider to give himself unobstructed access, fingers digging into your soft flesh with a possessive force. “Open up for me, show me how good you can be,” he said, guiding the head of his dick to your entrance, probing at the wetness.

You could feel the full, almost terrifying thickness of him, cockhead smearing your release.

Then, he pushed forward.

A sharp, broken grasp escaped your lips as you felt him beginning to stretch you open, the overwhelming fullness making your body tremble with an exhilarating ache. Your body fought for a moment and then yielding, feeling the tightness cling to him, walls spasming around his dick to try and accommodate his size. It didn’t hurt as much as you thought it was, just a sharp pressure that gave way to something more delicious.

It was intoxicating to Eren knowing that he was the first to ever have you, knowing he was stretching you open and claiming spaces that no one would be able to take away from him. “That’s it, just like that,” he rasped out, voice stripped of any gentleness. He could see the pain and pleasure of the intrusion warring inside your eyes, and it only made him want to push in harder. He gripped your hips, knuckles whitening in order to anchor you so you couldn’t retreat a single inch. “Fucking hell you’re so tight.”

The praise was a weapon now, designed to make you want to please him more. He paused for a heartbeat before he gave one final, powerful thrust that buried him to the hilt. The impact forced a sound from your throat, but he was quick to catch it with his mouth, kissing you deeply to muffle any sounds while his body flushed against yours.

He stilled, which gave you the time to savor the feeling of being completely filled by him, his dick pulsing inside you. Eren pulled away enough to look at you, his eyes borderline feral. “Look at me,” he demanded in a filthy whisper. “Look at what I’m doing to you.”

Eren didn’t wait for an answer from you, because the moment he saw that look of complete submission in your eyes, something inside of him snapped. He didn’t want to be gentle anymore, it was exhausting. He withdrew nearly all the way out, leaving just the tip inside of you before slamming back into you with a vicious, powerful thrust. The mattress groaned beneath you both, headboard banging against the wall. “Fuck,” he growled, voice cracking. Your tight walls were clamping so hard around him it was almost too much to bear.

He immediately began a punishing rhythm, each thrust was deep and deliberate. He wasn’t thinking about your pace, he couldn’t, not when you felt this good. And you loved it, your hands gripping his shoulder with a newfound intensity, nails biting into his skin. He didn’t ease into anything, sending your head snapping back against the pillows. His hands moved from your hips to your hair, pulling the strands back to expose the sharp line of your throat.

The rough, possessive predator he was took over completely, his expression shifting from faux concern to one of raw, animalistic satisfaction. He thrusted with bone deep force, making you feel every inch of him with each thrust. “Shit — I knew you’d be tight, but this is insane. You’re like a fucking vice around me.”

His pelvis slapped against yours with a wet, obscene sound that echoed throughout his room. Eren leaned down and bit your shoulder, hard enough to finally leave his mark on your skin, doing it again and again until your shoulder and collarbone was a canvas of deep purple bruises. He marked you as his, completely and fully. He was completely losing his control to his lust.

You looked down, watching his dick disappear inside of you, the feeling overwhelming and not enough at the same time. He looked like he was going to consume you, and you wanted him to. It was unlike anything you felt before and unlike anything you’d imagined, he was reaching into parts of you you didn’t even know existed. You clenched around him, eyes fluttering open and shut with each thrust, tits bouncing. A strained moan left your lips and tears welled up in your eyes from the feeling of his hand reaching down to rub your clit.

Eren pushed your knee up, the angle allowing his tip to kiss your cervix, bullying it and making you sob more from the feeling. It was aching, it was deep, and it was perfect. It left no room for you to breathe. He looked up at you, keeping his pace while he watched the tears fall from your eyes, giving a grin. “See? I told you it would feel good,” he said in an almost sickly sweet tone. “Taking me perfect like you’ve been starving for it, hm?”

The gentle boy you had known minutes ago was dead, buried under layers of raw, unfiltered instinct. He was feeding off of your tears of pleasure, thinking you looked so pretty with them on your face. He leaned down and caught one of them with his tongue, tasting like salt and sin. Every thrust was a statement of ownership, a reminder that he had dismantled your defenses piece by piece. “Look at you, crying while your body is begging for more. Feels that good, huh?” he muttered lustfully. He wanted to tell you that it was pathetic, really. But he didn’t. “You’re so pretty when you cry.” There. Better. It would sting less than the other.

He could feel his climax building, the grip of his hand on your leg hardening with enough force to bruise. Eren’s entire body locked up when his orgasm finally shattered his control, a guttural roar ripping from his throat. He thrusted one last time, driving his dick as deep as possible before his hips stuttered in uncontrolled spasms. His teeth gritted against one another at the intensity, filling you up completely.

Eren kept you pinned there for a moment until he pulled out with a wet, sucking sound. He rolled onto his back beside you, catching his breath.

He felt so powerful and triumphant, he’d gotten exactly what he wanted. Now, the lovebombing had to come back so he made sure you’d stay his forever. He wasn’t good at aftercare, he didn’t really like it or see a use of it. But it was a very good tool for trust.

“I wasn’t too rough, right? I’m so sorry if I hurt you,” he said, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. “But you did so good.”

You gave a soft smile, ignoring the ache between your legs and his cum seeping out of you, turning on your side. “It was good, Eren. Really good,” you said, leaning closer to him for his warmth. He pulled your body toward him, tucking your head under his chin to wrap his arms around you in a protective embrace.

From this angle, you couldn’t see the smile he had on his lips, knowing that you were now completely, irrevocably, his.

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