Nerd!Eren would cum so fast the first time you give him head.
He's sitting on the couch, fingers tapping at the controller quickly while he plays the game, headset over his ears. His eyes flicker to you for a moment as you walk into the room, cute smile running across his lips when he sees you walking over to him. His smiling face turns into a face of confusion and slight nervousness once he sees you get on your knees between his legs.
"What.. what are you doing?" He says softly after flipping the mic up, away from his lips, blush running across his cheeks when you look up at him, seeing his eyes looking back into yours through the lens of his glasses.
Typically, you both stick to dry humping and kissing because he's too nervous to initiate sex with you even though he thinks about it often.
"I wanna give you head.. can I?" You ask, fingers hooking into the waistband of the pajama pants.
"Y-you really want to? I.. I mean, I want you to, but you really don't have to.." He says quickly, obviously very flustered as you pull the waistband down just enough to see his dick already semi-hard just from you being this close to it.
"I really want to, Eren.." You reassure him, and he lifts his hips slightly, pushing the pants down his thighs shyly, looking away.
You smirk, deciding to tease him a bit. "It's so big, Eren.." You say, looking from his dick up to his face, which causes him to lean his head back, throwing an arm over his eyes to cover his face.
"You.. you can't say things like that y/n.." He mutters softly. You let out a soft laugh.
"Sorry, baby." Your tongue immediately runs over the head, causing his body to jump slightly, cute whimper coming from his mouth.
"Aww.. look at that.. dick already leakin' just from that.." You say in a mocking tone, causing him to groan softly in embarrassment, still hiding his face behind his arm. You give another lick over the head, precum smearing on your tongue before your hand comes up, grab his dick, holding it up enough for your tongue to run over his balls and up the underside of his dick, saliva running down off your tongue. His hand balls up into a tight fist as he lets out a shaky moan.
"Mmm.. please.." He begs, voice barely loud enough for you to hear, sounding pathetic and desperate, and you take this opportunity to slip his dick into your mouth immediately, going down to the base which causes his hips to buck up as you pull your mouth back off, saliva stringing from your lips as you get a breath of air. He finally looks down at you just in time to watch his dick slip back into your mouth, spit gushing from the corners of your lips.
"Ahh.. w-wait." He whimpers loudly, warm cum filling your mouth as you feel his dick twitching. You drag your mouth back to the tip, slurping softly as your mouth pulls off, swallowing his cum. His breathing heavy as he tilts his head back once again, eyes closing only to snap back open when he feels your mouth back on his dick that's already started to get soft again. Mouth dragging up his dick slowly, just to mess with him as his legs tremble slightly.
"Ahh.. ahh, God.. please.. please.." His voice a loud, pleading whine, and you pull your mouth off again, looking up at his flushed face, and he looks off to the side.
" 'm sorry.." He says softly, embarrassed, not expecting to cum so fast. "I'll do better next time." His words causing you to smile.
Hi princesses! I got inspo from a special someone and here’s a nerdy Eren 4 u! ‼️no proof read+pinv and oral sex (male!r)+couldn’t think of title name so make one up lol. ‼️
You had Eren wrapped around your manicured finger. He’d risk his entire scholarship just to give you his paper during an exam so you could pass, or he’d do 2x the homework for you on a so called hard assignment all just to get in your panties
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You were watching Eren squirm and whine, his cock getting the most sloppiest head of all time. Spit and pre running down his sensitive balls. “I can’t! W-We need to stop!” He babbled, the amount of times he came saying other wise. “I wanna try something! Please! I’ll do your work forever! I promise.” You rolled your eyes, as if he already wasn’t gonna do it but you have him the benefit of the doubt. “Whatcha wanna try Rennie?” You said, stroking him slowly. “I want to do mating press thingy, I saw it on a website and I really wanna try it!” You looked a bit shocked, you were usually the dominant one but one time shouldn’t hurt.
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“Eren!” You moaned, feeling him in places you couldn’t even reach. He had your knees pressed up against your chest, sometimes going further to reach any deeper stop. You watched his fucked out face scrunch up. “Am I-I doing anything wrong?” He whined. You couldn’t even form a sentence anymore, his kept hitting that spot harder than the one before. “M’gonna cum!” He groaned as he buried his face in your neck, kissing and sucking slightly. You felt his thrust get sloppier and messier, he let out a choked out moan before painting your walls white with his cum. He continued to thrust softly, dragging out his orgasm. He panted and rolled off of you before giving you kiss and soon you turned over to return it but finding him sleeping peacefully.
He was a virgin at the time, and had never had any real sexual experience but still wanted to make you feel good. You offering a solution to his not-so-little problem would be. Sitting your pretty self on his lap. Your sundress rises as your spread your legs on each side of the boy.
Slowly you moved your clothed cunt back and forth as your boyfriend whimpered and whined out incoherent pleas for relief.
“Oh fuck.” Eren would moan into your neck as your hands found their way to his hair. Pulling and tugging at the locks as your arousal seeped drown your panties and onto Eren’s pants.
You felt yourself push harder and harder onto him, begging for more friction as Eren’s hands now held onto your hips roughly, trying to slow your movements. But it was futile; Eren had been rendered weak from arousal, and with a pornographic moan, came in his pants.
Rocking your hips slower now, you watched as your boyfriend's glasses fogged up, and drool dripped down his chin.
i love all the genres of eren. i love nerdy eren, i love artsy eren, i love frat boy eren, i love ghetto eren, i love scouts eren, i love stoner eren. i just love eren.
judgmental nerd ! eren x bimbo y/n pt.2 (wc: 3101)
warnings: nsfw
It's pathetic.
Borderline insane. You should not be thinking about this. You're you.
But it's nearly impossible to stop thinking about the nerd. About that annoying freak and his creepy hands and how they touched you...how you liked them, fuck did you like them. How you still can't stop thinking about him an entire month later.
You're gorgeous, the most popular girl at your school, everyone wants you and yet...you can not stop thinking about him. Day and night, night and day, in your classes, during cheer practice, doing homework, in your bedroom late at night. Fuck, especially in your bedroom late at night.
All you can picture when the lights are off and the moonlight is shining through your window are thick rimmed glasses, fiery eyes that look at you with such intense disgust and lust and those stupid gorgeous lips of his that always twist up into an annoyed scowl or condescending smirk. You hate it, despise it.
People like you should not be thinking about freaks like him.
Freaks like him should not be able to make people like you feel this way. Freaks like him should not be allowed to think they can ignore people like you after pulling a stunt like that.
He's ignoring you. Well...not exactly ignoring . The study sessions continue, but you've only had three since then and he has not mentioned what happened at all. Not even a look in his stupid nerdy eyes could expose what he did...what you both did. It's like he's blocked it out.
And the audacity. You can't stop thinking about it while he has the nerve to carry on like nothing happened? Freaking prick.
You twirl your pencil, a habit you know annoys him as you lean back in your chair. "I don't get this."
He rolls his eyes, stopping his incessant typing as he looks up at you. Your stomach flips at the attention. "You're supposed to be helping me." You pout.
"I helped you with the first four. Do this on your own."
You roll your eyes, staring down at the paper, not reading a thing. All you want to do is hear his voice again. He can't treat you like this. He's supposed to be the one going insane right now, not you. You take out your cherry lipgloss, applying some on your lips before making a loud smooch noise. He sighs, annoyed. "Do you really need lip gloss right now?"
"I have to keep my lips moisturized. I have a hot date after this."
“Hmmm.”
"With Reiner."
"Hmm."
"We're going clubbing."
"You call that a date?"
"What exactly is your definition of a date, nerd?" You can't help but smile, finally reeling him into conversation.
"Not a dirty club where you'll probably get killed the second you step in there. Maybe kidnapped. Definitely kidnapped. You'd probably willingly go into that cliche white van, ignoring any common sense."
You scoff. "Reiner will be with me all night. He can actually protect me unlike scrawny nerds." You cross your legs, making sure his eyes travel to your soft, shiny legs. You made sure to wear a skirt today, drenching yourself in vanilla oil and perfume. His eyebrows raise for the littlest second before looking away.
"I'm sure the meat head can." He goes back to typing.
You frown, looking around the room. It happened in this very room and yet...he acts like this is normal. Just a normal study session with normal people who have a normal relationship.
"Can you stop gawking like an idiot and finish the questions?"
"What's your problem?" You impulsively and stupidly ask.
"Excuse me?"
"You—I—never mind."
"No, carry on." He smiles, that stupid smug smile as he crosses his arms over his chest. "You've been staring at me like I kicked your puppy for a month now. Always glaring at me in class, in the hallways. Like a stalker."
"I'm the stalker?"
"Yes. Stalker."
"You're the freak who made a move on me, grabbed me that day and—and you know what you did. And then for you to prance around like you're better than me—"
"You're still thinking about that?" He laughs. A sound that's downright mean as he throws his head back. "Don't you have thousands of suitors vying for your attention?"
"Obviously I do, I'm not you. It was just—a very rude thing to do."
"You sure seemed to like it." He mutters, going back to his typing. "You've humped and dumped countless times. Does it not feel so great when it's done to you?"
"Don't flatter yourself. You're too insignificant for me to feel hurt by you."
"And yet you're still yapping."
Annoying ass piece of shit. Your fingers clench around your pencil. "Do you think you have the high ground you here? You're nothing. I could have the entire football team beat your skinny ass into a pulp."
"Sign me up if it means I don't have to listen to your annoying screech of a voice."
Your chest is burning with pure rage at this point. How can someone like him act so—he's nothing. He's mush. A tiny, minuscule bug. Eren sighs, running his fingers through his hair once he eyes the anger on your face. "Look, princess." He stands up, taking too slow steps to stand by you. But once he does, you can hardly breathe as his fingers graze your cheek.
"I know it may seem hard to believe but not everyone is going to be obsessed with your pretty face and empty head." His thumb goes to your lip, softly rubbing it. Your breath hitches, nails digging into your palm and stomach tingling as he looks into your eyes.
"It was one time thing. Get over it."
His finger is gone in an instant, forcing you to take a breath you weren't aware you were holding. He sits back down. "Sessions over. Finish question five by tomorrow. You can leave now."
Get over it?
Oh you're over it.
You'll show him just how over it you are.
Okay, maybe your definition of over it isn't really the same as everyone else's.
Far from it actually. People who are over it don't dedicate their time to messing with the life of the person they're trying to prove they don't care about. The lengths you'll go through to anger Eren surprises you, you've never put this much effort into anything really.
But to see that look in his eye. The pure annoyance and anger fills you up with more satisfaction than anything else.
You barely had to plead for Reiner to mess with the stupid nerd in physics class. A simple bat of your eyelashes and he was your loyal dog. At first it started simple, you slamming Eren's locker shut while he was using it, almost taking his fingers off in the process.
That didn't really do much. All he did was scoff as he said. "That desperate to get my attention?"
As if you need his attention.
His smugness only grew so obviously so did your anger.
Then it escalated to Reiner pushing him into the lockers, the wall, any surface really as you two passed by him in the hallway. That also did nothing. Then you went to elementary school tactics and tripped him in the lunch room. That was enough for him to glare daggers at you, evoke a type of rush you've never felt before. Excluding that night.
The taunts continued. Pouring milk into his shoes during gym practice, stealing his clothes, shoving him into more lockers and walls. But still, all he gave was a simple glare before walking away.
Why did he blow up that one night? You insulted him yes but you've been insulting him for days now and nothing. Is he really over it? A simple hump and dump and that's it? It's annoying. You hate to admit it but it is.
Eren still continues to tutor you. You don't know whether it's to show he really could care less about your antics or simply cause he enjoys playing teachers pet that badly but he still continues. He only talks about homework, about the numbers and shapes you need to memorize. Never about what's actually important.
"Do you have any parents?" You find yourself asking one day. His eyes peer up, distaste clear in them as he grunts. "What?"
"Parents? This is the millionth time I've come to your house and I haven't seen a single car in the driveway."
"It's none of your business."
Your eyes travel to his wrist, there's a slight bruise there. Probably courtesy of Reiner and his goons. Should you apologize?
"So no? What, were you abandoned as a baby the second they saw that hateful little glint in your eye?" You hum, placing your chin on the back of your hands as you lean in. You're wearing a very thin shirt today, no bra and he notices. Of course he notices but says nothing, only glances for a second too long before flickering his eyes away.
"My father visits his other family once in a while and my mothers comes and goes when she wants.”
Other family?
"My daddy has another family too. A daughter from some waitress he liked too much, he spends most of his time with them."
"Of course you call your dad daddy." He snorts.
"Why? Would you I prefer I only call you that?" You tease.
His eyes do widen at that but quickly replaced with with a look of neutrality. "You're disgusting."
"Really? I'm the disgusting one here?" You tilt your head. "I still remember your words from that night, Yeager. You're a little freak."
"Fuck off." He says with finality, his cheeks reddening just a tad.
A blush? That’s certainly new.
Another month passes and just when you think all hope is gone, it comes hurling at you tenfold.
It's late. Well nine-ish, you've just come back from cheer practice. Straight out of the shower, wet hair, only in a oversized shirt and panties when you open you the door to see the little bastard.
He's standing there, on your front porch. Drenched in...syrup? You're not sure what as you stare at the red liquid staining his clothes and hair, running down his glasses. His hands are balled into fists, beady little eyes staring at you like you're the bane of his existence. You laugh, leaning against your doorframe. "The hell happened to you?"
"Your fucking idiot of a dog poured koolaid on me. Koolaid."
"What do you want me to do about that?" You smile. "I think it's a fine look. Makes you stand out unlike your mundane—"
Then it happens.
He takes a step forward, stepping through your door, into your house. You immediately step back, eyes widening. "What are you—"
He slams the door shut behind him, grabs you by the hair and pushes you into the wall in the blink of an eye. You wince as your back connects with the wall, head bouncing a little. Ow. You sound feel scared, annoyed, enraged but you only feel burning lust as you look into those eyes. "You're that much of a coward you couldn't stand up to Reiner, you had to come bitch to me?"
"Shut up." He seethes, inches away from you. "This is all your fault. No one told you to become obsessed with me, you fucking idiot."
"Obsessed?" You laugh. "In what world would I—"
His fingers are closing around your throat. "Shut up." He whispers, strained like he's trying to control himself. "You're so fucking annoying, it kills me."
You're the annoying one? "You're the one who—"
His fingers dig into your shoulders, forcing you down on your knees. You inhale sharply, knees hitting the marble floor with an audible thud. You're breathless, it's only been a couple seconds and you're already gasping for air. He stares down at you like you're nothing. His eyes boring into yours as he unzips his ugly kakhi pants. "I'm so sick of you. You're so entitled and spoiled and annoying."
You could say the same about him. You never knew a human being could be so damn vexing.
"Day after day of dealing with your shit." His fingers dig into your hair, inching your head towards his now exposed cock. He thrusts in, giving you a second to adjust as he slides more inside of you. You try not to gag, not wanting to give him the satisfaction. But if you took it a like pro, he would just call you a skilled whore. He makes sure every last inch is lodged deep in your throat, feeling your throat constrict around him. Your fingers dig into his legs, feeling drool fall down on the floor.
Fuck. You should hate this. You should but you can feel your pussy dampening, your body burning with arousal as his moans echo through the big space. "You never face any consequences do you? You just do whatever you like, whenever you like. It's infuriating. You just push and you push until you win."
Is this what you winning feels like? Him getting the blow job of a life time? You would scoff if your throat wasn't busy right now. He pulls you off, yanks you back by the hair and you can't help but stare at the string of saliva connecting you to his cock.
"I'm done with you after tonight. Done with those sessions, with you staring at me like a wounded puppy. After tonight, you return to your brain dead friends and I return to my life. Got it?" He practically orders, fingers pressing into your chin as he lifts you up.
You pant, eyes glossy as you try your best to nod. Even though you both know that's not happening. "Where's your lube?"
"Faster." You moan, curling your arms around Eren's neck.
He takes in your fucked out expression, looks at the sweat coating your skin, the pearly tears on those long lashes, the rapid rise and fall of your chest. He looks almost proud, lips quirking every once in a while at your daze. Minus that, he on the other hand, looks absolutely unfazed. As if you're not squeezing him for dear life, as if he could get this feeling from his own stupid closed fist. It's stupid. He's so stupid.
"Fuck!" You moan, throwing your head back.
"Shut up." He growls. "Cock sleeves don't talk." His fingers are back on your throat, squeezing just a little. A part of you wishes he would apply more pressure, you wish he would go faster, wish he would take and take and take until you have nothing left to give.
The slaps echoing in your house are loud enough to alert the neighbors, the headboard slamming against the wall doesn't make it any better. He leans into your neck, balls deep inside your cunt that's clenching and hugging tight around him. He moans into your neck, damp lips brushing against your skin with every rough thrust. He pushes in mercilessly, your entire body jolting with every pull and push.
"You sound like a damn porn star." He chuckles, leaning his head back to look at you. You tighten at the look in his eyes, at his messy hair and swollen lips. Lips you suddenly want to touch as you grip his hair, pushing his head down for a deep kiss. Your lips move together, tongues touching and more moans spilling out of your lips as he rotates his hips.
"Fuck, Eren please—" You cry out. It's too much. It's all too much as you bathe in your embarrassment. "Ah!" Your back arches as you release, orgasm shuddering through your entire body.
You're not that sensitive. You swear you aren't but whenever it comes to him, it's like you lose all your senses. It's too much. He's too much. Damn nerd.
He chuckles, staring down at your rising chest before taking one of your nipples in his lips. "Stop!" You moan, trying to squat his head away but he stays, sucking and kissing at your breasts as his thrusts slow down to a more rhythmic carnal pace.
“E-Eren, please." Tears are spilling down your cheeks.
"Please what? You've already cummed." He smirks. "Or is that not enough."
"I want—" You shudder at a particularly deep thrust. "I want you to cum inside of me. Please."
He stares down at you, hips stilling for a moment before he curses. "Fuck." Is all he says before he begins his bullying pace again. Cock slamming into you over and over again until you're screaming, nails digging into his back.
And then he cums. Hard. Grunts leaving his lips as he fills you up to the brim. You're both panting as he collapses on the bed, face deep in your pillow as he inhales.
It takes a few minutes for you to return to reality but when you do the stench of sweat and sex instantly hits you. That just happened. For a second time.
You turn to look at him. He's still on your pillow, back you never realized was actually muscled staring back at you. You itch to trace his skin but stop yourself. Pillow talk is never a good idea.
How can a damn nerd like him be so good at this?
He slowly sits up, running his fingers through his beautiful locks before looking at you. You flinch, not sure why. "This was not supposed to happen." He grunts.
And yet it did.
"Keep telling yourself that."
He rolls his eyes, standing up and grabbing his pants. "Call off your dogs before I do something drastic."
You narrow your eyes at him.
"That doesn't involve fucking you."
You lean back into your sheets, basking in the sight of the class nerd getting dressed. "So when's our next study session?"
He clenches his jaw, staying silent for a few seconds before responding. "Friday."
"See you Friday then."
He stops walking inches from the door, pausing for a few seconds before walking back straight to you. He grips the back of your head, holding it still for a second before smashing your lips together. You squeak but he could care less as his lips move against yours.
It's over before it started. Before you can reciprocate and show him what a real kiss looks like. He pulls back, tsking. "You're so fucking annoying."
"You're worst, Yeager."
He rolls his eyes. "See you Friday." He mutters before walking out.
nerd! eren who’s been shamelessly staring at you for the past 10 minutes while you’ve been working on math homework so oblivious to the pair of green orbs checking you out. he’s supposed to be helping you yet he hasn’t said a word to you for some time now. he wants to talk to you—he really does but he’s scared you’ll notice the strain in his voice from the discomfort in-between his legs. he can’t help it! you’re just so pretty with your full plump lips, big doe eyes, and delicate strands of hair falling in-front of your face—god, eren wanted to fuck you so bad, fill your cute little cunt with his cum n’ mark you with love bites all over while you’re screaming for more. who knew the cute nerd had such perverted thoughts:((
