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"Match?"🥴 P5 (NSFW)

Pairing: ErenxBlackFem!Reader

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Summary: Eren gets his first taste of a black girl in college and doesn’t know if he wants Historia anymore

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You sneaky link Eren to match and y’all fuck the shit outta each other

Y/n keeps his lighter for a few days and it magically finds its way into her pink Nike fanny pack when she’s matching with her friends. She unzips it and reaches in, wrapping her fingers around that green lighter and her body shivers at those sex flashbacks.

“Girl, whatcha doin? Light the blunt!”

“Bitch look like she shook, gimme that shit.”

“What happened to the pink one?”

“Girl, mind ya business.” Y/n plucks the lighter and blunt from her girlfriend’s hand and lights the blunt. She sees the look her girlfriend gives her other girlfriend, lips puckered with an eye roll and a knowing look.

“You see, didn’t I tell you girl? I told you.”

“Mhm, girl you told me.”

And Y/n can’t breathe when both of her girlfriends fix her with sly smirks, crossing their arms and jutting out their hips.

“You know that boy got a bitch, right?” Her other girlfriend questions and Y/n takes a long pull from the blunt, the smoke coming out of her mouth with a shaky, relieved sigh.

Y/n can’t hold it in anymore, she was never good at keeping secrets from her friends- they been rocking with her since middle school. So she tells them everything, about Eren, about the first link, about how good he fucked her, about how Historia walked in on them at the party, about how good he fucked her, about when he told her he liked her, about how they didn’t use condoms, about how she hated the fact that he had a girlfriend, about how shitty she always felt when it comes up, about how good he fucked her and her girlfriend said “Oop!” when Y/n simped over how good he ate her ass and pussy.

“Just be careful out here girl,” Her girlfriend took the blunt and smoked, shaking her head.

Y/n runs her thumb over the lighter and sighs, leaning back against the wall behind her. “I dunno, I just wish shit was different cause-” I really like him

“-Mm! Mm!” Her other girlfriend was talking now, long white claws clicking as she spoke with her hands. “Bitch no ya don’t! That boy is for the streets, you think he won’t leave yo goofy ass for the next hot bitch?”

“Damn bitch, why ya gotta say it like that?” Y/n physically cringes at that, scrunching her face up and looking away. It was always a thought in the back of her mind, it was the thought that pushed her to be cautious and remind herself about their situation. Her friend was right, she couldn’t like him cause that was dangerous.

“Baby girl listen,” Her girlfriend passes the blunt to the other girlfriend and pushes her long tribal braids over her shoulder. “Ion know if I agree with all of this, but if his bitch find outs and she wanna get crazy we most definitely can get crazy too,” Y/n rolls her eyes, her face getting hot as she looked away from her girlfriend. "Cause you know you’re my bitch and I ain’t finna let them white girls jump on you.”

“Off campus though,” smoke comes out of her other girlfriend's nose. ”I’m not getting expelled cause your pussy wanna be hot for a married man.”

Y/n lets a puff of air out from her mouth and a few strands of her orange hair move aside. “If she even finds out,” She reaches out and takes the blunt, closing her eyes as she smokes.

“What do you mean? You do know people saw y’all leaving the pool party- Right?”

“Huh?” Smoke falls out of Y/n’s mouth as she thinks of all the shit she was probably in now and how she was gonna get out. “You deadass, bro?” Y/n sighs and pinches the bridge of her nose, blunt still between her middle and ring finger.

“Girl I told you! Didn’t I tell you this treesh can’t be slick with shit?”

“Mhm, girl you told me,”

Eren keeps her lighter too and it finds its way onto his desk. The mild panic accompanied with Historia seeing it isn’t exactly calming. She’s holding it, turning it in her hand and Eren’s walking up behind her. She thinks it’s cute but doesn’t get to admire the hot color because Eren’s wrapping his hand around hers, taking the lighter from her as he touches her waist and kisses her blonde crown. Historia doesn’t melt into him, she moves away, pushing Eren away from her as she goes over to sit on the bed.

Eren doesn't take her rejection too harshly, he pulls out his desk chair and flops into it, pink lighter twirling between his fingers. He watches her, the way her eyebrows squinch up when she thinks, the way her blue eyes look back and forth between nothing. Historia recalls being there when Eren bought a new one two weeks ago. It was green and she knows this because she remembers thinking how they match his eyes. “What happened to the green one?”

Eren shrugs and flicks the lighter, a hot red flame jumping out. “It’s done, had to get a new one.”

Historia nods her head, acknowledging that it made sense he would have to replace lighters since he was a smoker. Eren thinks he’s in the clear, so he relaxes then she questions him again. “Why’d you leave the pool party with that girl?”

“What girl?” Eren spins the chair side to side, tossing his head back as he stares at the ceiling.

“Blonde hair, pink bikini…Uh, you know…”

Eren snickers cause he knows she’s gonna say it, so he saves her the trouble. “Mikasa’s friend?”

Historia snaps, face lighting up. “Yeah, Mikasa’s friend.” She recalls Y/n’s face and she remembers it because you were in the kitchen when she went to check on Eren.

Eren stops spinning the chair, settling down with his legs spread and hands clasped over his stomach. “Miki asked me to give her a lift, I never got her name.” He gives Historia a confused look, raising his eyebrow a little. “Why?”

Historia shrugs, nervously giggling as she waves her hands. “I was just curious,”

Eren doesn’t reply, he closes his eyes and sinks deeper in the chair. Historia watches him, watches the pink lighter clasped between his tan fingers. Her eyes roll up to his face and she admires her boyfriend’s sharp jaw, how nice his pink lips complimented his tan skin, his dark lashes and his wavy brown hair. She wondered if Eren was lying. His ears didn’t get red anymore, not since Carla anyways. So how could she tell? How could she place this uneasy feeling incubating in her tummy?

“What?” Eren opens one eye, peering out at her and she offers him her own little shrug.

“Nothing,” She leans back a little on the bed, using her palms to support herself. “I wanna fuck,” She pops the ‘K’, setting Eren with a look.

She waits for him to move, but he doesn’t. Eren closes his eye, muttering a curt “Nah,”

Historia pouts, tilting her head so her blonde hair falls over her shoulder and kisses the bedsheets. “Why not?”

“I’m tired.” Eren sighs, opening his eyes to witness her. “Can’t we just chill?”

“Babe, I’ve got a Biology exam in like 30 minutes,” Her voice comes out in a sing-song way as she gets up from the bed and comes closer. “Don’t you want me to do my best?” Historia crawls into Eren’s lap, putting either leg over his sides as she puts her hands on his chest and rocks forward.

“Maybe,” Eren’s hands are on her hips, the lighter on the floor as Historia goes in for a kiss.

Fucking Historia felt all wrong now. Her body didn’t melt into his, they didn’t mesh anymore, he felt cold inside of her, he didn’t burn and throb like he ached for. Gripping her small hips, fingers digging into her blushing skin Eren pounded her to bits. Historia’s gripping the bed sheets, eyes watering, face blushing hotter with a loud “Oh!” every time he rammed into her womb. Historia’s undone around him, pussy swollen and red as it gripped him when he ripped his dick out before slamming in again. She clenches up when she cums and it feels good to Eren for a split second before she’s collapsing on the bed, breathing hard into his pillows.

“You’ll be late,” When Historia turns her head to look at him he’s holding her panties out towards her. “You better pass, too.”

Historia’s still breathing hard and the will to move hasn’t manifested yet so she smiles at Eren’s words and closes her eyes. "Five more minutes,”

It’s late when Y/n’s phone let’s off a ding, a ding that sends her flying onto her bed because she knows it's the one, It’s Eren’s ding. She snatched up her white iphone and nearly yanked it off of the charger as it unlocked when she looked at it. It was Eren. She knew this because she has one simple emoji’s as his contact name, a black heart.

‘Yo,'

Y/n replied with a nonchalant ‘?’ cause we wasn’t about to let Eren know we was simping, the fuck. He’s typing and Y/n doesn’t breath until those three dots turn into a message.

‘Sleep with me, see u in 20.’

Y/n hits him with a ‘K.’ and squeals as she jumps off of her bed. Never in your life had you been so excited over some dick but gaw-fucking-lee that Jeager boy really knew how to fuck and it made Y/n’s pussy hot cause she knew she was finna turn some tricks and fuck him right back by the end of the hour.

15 minutes later Y/n’s bags are packed and she’s spritzing some champagne toast perfume on and fluffing her long hair. She doesn’t get through putting on her lip gloss though, cause her phone dings on her bed again. Y/n had the lip gloss wand in her hand as she went over to the bed and looked down at her phone. It opens and tells her Eren’s outside.

Eren’s parked right in front of the girls dorm so he sees when Y/n comes out of the building, carrying her tote and a VS duffel bag. Y/n’s not expecting him to get out of the car but he does, slamming the door shut before he comes around the back of the car. She’s grateful though, cause the duffel bag was kinda heavy and it’s a relief when Eren takes it from her and tosses it in the backseat.

“What the hell do you have in there?” Eren questions when he closes the black car door, turning to look at Y/n. When she shrugs and tosses her hair, walking up to his car and pulling the passenger door open Eren thinks she’s so damn fine. Her hair was different tonight, burned orange inches with baby hairs and Eren’s never seen her like this gosh, she’s so pretty. Something about the orange makes her glow and Eren starts feeling feelings when she glances back at him before getting in the car and closing the door.

Eren gets in the car and Y/n’s waiting for him, hands in her laps as she watches him close the door and put the car in gear. He looks over at her and she lights up with a cute little smile that’s so contagious he’s smiling too.

“You ready?” Eren asks her, putting his hand on the arm rest and opening his palm. Y/n reaches out and puts her palm against his palm and their fingers intertwined, locked.

“Hell yeah, fasho,” Y/n answers, heart pounding as she settles down in her seat. Eren laughs, pressing on the gas and they roll away from her dorm building. His hand looks nothing like her hand, the colors don’t match but his grip is so firm yet gentle around her. Y/n squeezes his hand just because she wanted to and it prompts Eren to glance over at her, chocolate brown hair moving as he turns his head towards her.

“I’m not gonna lie,” Eren squeezes her hand, eyes quickly flicking back to the road. “I missed you a lot, pretty girl.” Y/n feels her face get hot and Eren smirks when he sees her other hand move up to cover her face through the rear view mirror.

“Shut upppp,” Y/n giggles, turning to look out of the window.

“I’m serious,”

“I missed you too.” Y/n squeezes his hand and he lets her, he’s so relaxed and vulnerable as she squeezes him and her tummy lights up with butterflies.

“I missed you more,” Eren glances at her again Y/n’s watching the stars dance with the moon and she wishes she could dance with them too when Eren squeezes her hand and strokes the back of her thumb.

They get to his dorm building and Y/n holds her tote bag out to him after he gets her duffel bag from the backseat. Eren rolls his eyes and takes the big pink tote from her, but he still bitches about it.

“Why can’t you carry this?”

Y/n’s walking away now, leading the way to his dorm when she waves her hand and doesn’t look back at him as she pops her shit. “Cause I already gotta carry all this ass,”

Eren doesn’t know what to say because he looks at the way her ass was moving in that white sundress and she wasn’t all the way wrong. Eren sighs and locks the car, pressing the lock button on his car keys. They get back to his dorm room and Y/n takes the keys from him to open the door. She let’s Eren go in first before following, gently closing and locking the door before she turns around to see Eren going straight to the bedroom with her bags.

Y/n slips out of her jelly slides and follows Eren to his bedroom in time to see him putting her bags on the bed. She notices the bedding isn’t white anymore, it’s a soft mint green that harshly contrasts against her pink bags. Y/n doesn’t mind it though because maybe the two colors weren’t alike but to her, they somehow matched. Eren plops in his chair, spinning it round and round as he asks her, “You wanna roll up now or later?”

“We could roll up now,” Y/n goes over to the bed and opens her tote bag, pushing some orange strands over her shoulder before she starts digging. Eren’s spinning side to side, eyes on Y/n as she tumbled through her tote bag. Y/n pulls out a holographic purple baggie with Raw rolling papers, grabba and the green lighter. “I got the weed this time,” She admits as she comes over to where Eren’s sitting, offering him the roll up materials.

“I have weed,” Eren laughs a little bit, looking her up and down before he reaches a hand out to touch her waist. “It’s cool,” His eyes are smiling up at her and Y/n can’t look away, roll up grasped in her hand as Eren’s gentle touch on her waist sends tingles over her skin.

“You always roll me up,” Y/n insists when her ears get hot and she looks away, giving him the roll up materials. “It’s like I’m fucking you for drugs or some shit,”

“Don’t say it like that,” Eren snickers as he looks at the holographic purple baggie. It was exotics, “Mermaid Honey”, was the name of the strand and it was an 8th. It didn’t look like Y/n smoked from it yet because the baggie was filled to the brim.

“Who did you cop this from?” Eren questions as he opens the baggie and smells it. The strong sweet scent reminds him of her. “They blessed, it’s packed.”

Y/n reaches out and pushes his chocolate hair out of his view, his green eyes looking up at her as she tucked some of the strands behind his ear to keep it out of his face. “Some rando, I’ll give you his number if you wanna cop from him too.”

Her lips were moving, twinkling like the stars in the night sky and Eren’s listening, taking all her words in as he stared up at her beauty. He gently squeezes her waist, her soft flesh dipping under his fingers. “Okay,” His voice is soft on her tummy before he kisses her there. “Just text it to me,”

Y/n’s hands are still in his hair and she can’t find her words, ears burning hot as she looked down at him. You don’t know why, but you kiss him. Eyes fluttering close as you leaned in for a kiss and Eren tilts his head up, meeting your lips with a soft smooch. She whispers a soft “Hold on,” Before walking out of his grasp and Eren watches her go over to the bed and pluck her phone from her tote. A couple seconds pass before Eren’s phone is dinging in his pocket and he knows she texted him.

“Can you roll up while I change?” Y/n looks over her shoulder at him. “This dress is kinda tight,”

“Why’d you wear that if you knew you were gonna take it off anyways?” Eren’s leaning back in his chair, watching as she pulls the slinky white material down her middle. “You wanted to get cute for me?”

“Maybe,” She hums, glancing over her shoulder at Eren. “Maybe I just liked the dress.” Y/n’s voice has a bubbly lilt to it as she pushes the bunched up white fabric down her waist. She’s not wearing a bra and Eren feels his face get hot when she bends over and pushes the dress down her legs, flashing him.

“Keep frontin’,'' Eren mumbles, head tilting a little as he watches you bend even more, pushing the dress down your calves.

“Yeah, whatever nigga.” It was a pretty sight, enough to send shivers down his spine and make his dick stand up.

“Damn, it’s fat- stay right there, don’t move.” Eren fumbles a bit to pull his phone out of his pocket and swipe the camera on. Y/n hears a click as Eren takes a picture and she jumps up.

“Look how fat your pussy is, Y/n oh my God,” His index and thumb are stroking the phone screen as he zooms in and Y/n rolls her eyes and picks her dress up off the floor.

“Delete it, dummy,” Y/n throws her balled up dress at Eren’s head before turning back to the bed to open her spennanight bag. “Before you end up single.”

“I’ll still have you.” Eren’s clicking his phone off and discarding everything onto his desk before he gets up. In a second he’s looming over her and Y/n doesn’t know what to do when he snakes his hand down her tummy and slides it between her legs.

“Right?” Eren whispers hot against her neck before he kisses her, soft and sweet as he feels her pussy, gently squeezing and rubbing her in a curious manner. Girl your pussy got to thumping and you knew it was up when your nipples got hard and sensitive.

Y/n closes her eyes, sighing as she melts into him. It’s a small breathy “Yeah,” but it’s all Eren needs to delve between her lips and she’s so warm, so wet he can’t help himself. The thought of having Eren all to herself, without Historia in the way, coupled with the way Eren stuffed his fingers up in her pussy and wrecked her was enough to make her eyes roll back.

Eren’s other hand is massaging your breast as he sucks on your neck, tongue stroking jumpy nerves with every suck. Y/n clenches up around his fingers, toes curling and Eren gets rough. Her pussy sang, loud wet squishes with every powerful flick of Eren’s fingers and Y/n gets weak at the knees. Eren doesn’t let her fall, arm under her breast as he held her up.

“Am I being too rough?” His voice is gentle in her ear and Y/n whines, legs trembling as she squirms her hips wanting him to keep going. “I’m sorry,” Eren kisses her neck.

“It’s okay,” Y/n breaths out, eyes fluttering close as Eren places another butterfly kiss on her shoulder, fingers still deep in her pussy.

Eren doesn’t think he’s apologized enough so he kisses his way up her neck again, whispering a gentle “I’m sorry,” between every kiss.

Y/n’s twitching around his fingers and she’s breathing hard, tummy heaving as she lets Eren take care of her. When he runs his tongue over the angry red spots on her neck, swirling and stroking the sensitive skin as he starts working his fingers inside of her again, Y/n’s weak at the knees again. Eren holds her tight, breathing in her sweet smell as he curls his fingers into her gummy spot. God she felt so fucking hot and soft inside Eren reaches deeper, making her cry out.

It’s too much, Y/n’s on her tippy toes pushing back into Eren as her tummy gets real tight and Eren doesn’t stop. She can’t hold it anymore and her eyes fly open to hopelessly watch as she cums, hard. Eren’s palm pressed against her front does nothing to catch it cause soon they’re standing in a puddle cause he keeps going, making her squirt more with every flick of his fingers.

“Wait,” Y/n gasps as she arches her back, running away from his vicious fingers. “Eren, I’m g-gonna-”

“-Stop, just take it,” Eren sighs into her neck, his voice sending warbled trills spilling out of her mouth. ”Take it for me,” His hand moves from under her breast and runs over her tummy, pulling her back in as his fingers hooked into her pussy.

'“Ohh, fuckkk,” Y/n clenches her pussy up and Eren forces her open, fingers grazing her soft spot as he nips her earlobe. She’s squirming as she cums, loud and hot, running down her legs and puddling on the floor.

Eren’s hands are cramping but he strokes her out until he can’t anymore and Y/n’s quivering when he pulls them out of her pussy with a soft squelch. Y/n falls over her bag, turning to look at Eren as he pulls his fingers apart and marveled the strings her pussy juice created. Eren catches her staring and he doesn’t look away as he sucks on his fingers, tasting her. All he can think is fuck, she looks so pretty like that, bent over shaking with her pussy dripping like that.

Eren sucks the last of her off of his fingers and he wants her so bad. He wants to fuck her so bad, god knows it and Y/n knows it too when he licks his palm, tasting her sweet cum. He fucked Historia today, he couldn’t just stick his dick in Y/n after he fucked Historia- that was kinda disrespectful. Y/n commanded respect with the way she walked and talked, carried herself and Eren wasn’t gonna disrespect Y/n or her body like that. He didn’t know why he cared so much, it kinda scared him.

Y/n thinks he’s gonna fuck her when he comes closer, clapping both of her cheeks with his hands, and she’s terrified cause her pussy was trembling. Instead, Eren’s hands run up her ass and dip onto her back to grab her waist. Y/n’s watching him in her side view, watching how his green eyes don’t leave her ass as he rumbles a low “Get on your knees,”

“Okay,” Y/n’s voice comes out soft and baby-like as she puts her knees on the bed, resting her tummy on the duffel bag beneath her. Y/n relaxes and busts it open, presenting her soaked pussy to him. Eren rubs her down the sides of her hips and ass as she settles down, her orange hair splaying on the bed when she lays her head down.

“It’s so fattt,” Eren praises as his hands run down her thighs, eyes glued on her twitching dark pussy. She was so pretty, everything about her was so pretty from her face to her feet to her pretty pussy. Everything was tucked inside so neatly and when he grabbed her ass cheeks and spreads them her pussy smiled at him and he could see the delicate blushing pink flesh. It was driving him crazy.

“This is the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen,” Eren admits and it makes Y/n blush into his sheets. He saw so many different pussies in his time but he never saw one like this. It made him wonder if all the other Black girls he saw on campus had pretty pussies too, but it’s a short lived thought because Y/n’s pussy leaks right there in front of him. The little stream of wetness falls on to the bed and Eren feels his dick throbbing in his pants.

God, he wanted to do so many things to her and he knew exactly how he’d do each one as he touches her pussy, thumb stroking between her pussy lips and grazing over her clit, sending electricity up her spine. Y/n didn’t know why Eren was being so gentle with her, it made you so self conscious with him all up in your business but it felt nice to be vulnerable like this with Eren. Y/n liked how he always hurt her pussy, never her feelings so she lets him.

Eren’s toying with your pussy now, running two fingers up and down between Y/n’s pussy lips as he collects her slick and she’s gently moaning into the sheets. When Eren pushes his fingers into her pussy Y/n tightens her tummy, pushing against his fingers as he sinks them in.

“No, baby it hurts.” Y/n mumbles as he pushes his fingers in as deep as they would go. Eren’s in awe as her fat pussy swallows his fingers up.

“Can’t you take it?,” Eren’s turning his hand, twisting his fingers back and forth in her hole. “You’re taking it so well,”

He brushes her gummy spot and Y/n feels so hot her head hurts. “B-Baby,” Y/n’s tummy tightens with every brush of her gummy spot and she doesn’t run when Eren adds another finger, stretching her pussy.

“Yeah?” Eren answers, a kind lilt in his voice as he works her pussy, twisting his fingers deep inside her as he watches her pink hole stretch and grip his fingers. “You’re gonna take it for me?”

“Yeah,” Y/n moans, pushing her ass back as her pussy swallowed up his fingers. “I’m gonna take it,”

“Take it,” Eren starts flicking his fingers, hooking her.

“Okay babyyy,” Y/n pushes her pussy out for him and takes it, tummy churning as Eren flicked his fingers so violently wetness squelches out of her pussy. Y/n hisses when he hooks her and sinks his thumb into her ass, she’s trembling and Eren’s rubbing the wall inside of her, thumb massaging the spot his fingers hooked up into.

Eren hushes her up with a “Shh,” As he unhooks his fingers, letting her relax as he pushes them as deep as he could before roughly hooking her again, thumb curling up in her ass. Y/n’s shaking and she’s nervous as hell cause if she runs Eren’s gonna tear her a new hole. He’s watching how she stretches and Eren can’t look away from the pink flesh gripping him because he thinks it’s so pretty.

“Eren!” Y/n screeches when the veins in his forearm flare up as he pulls her back a little, pretty brown eyes wide when she whipped around to look at him. On god, fuck him for being so sexy looking at you with those dreamy green eyes and shit eating smirk as he replied with a cool “What?”

“You- You can’t-!” Y/n’s face crinkles up when he tugs at her again and she can’t believe Eren’s really pulling her by her pussy. You’re so flustered Eren decides to give you a break, muttering a small “Relax, girl,” that floats from his lips like water. The warm pads of his fingers dust up her side before he takes her waist, holding her still as he pulls his fingers out of her and Y/n’s tense body relaxes in his grasp

“I was just curious,” Eren says softly, bringing his fingers up to his mouth to taste her pussy juices. Y/n watches, lips parted as Eren sucks her juices off of his fingers one by one. Bitch, you’ve never met a nigga this nasty and Eren was checking all the boxes. Y/n had to remind herself it was dangerous, that he wasn’t hers when Eren hooks his arm around her tummy and pulls her upright. He places a soft kiss on her ear, squeezing her tummy flesh before he walks away, leaving Y/n kneeling on the bed.

“Wait, so we’re not gonna fuck?” Y/n gets off of the bed, turning around to watch Eren sit in his desk chair and reach for the rollup.

“No,” Eren answers, green eyes flicking over to her naked form before he adds a quick. “Not right now,” before he pops the 8th open and sniffs it.

Y/n’s confused and she can’t lie, she feels a little punked. “What?” Her pretty face is surprised the next time Eren looks at her. “Why not?” Y/n’s feeling like something’s wrong and she’s kinda scared- did he think her pussy stank or some? Girl we would fucking die. Eren snickers when Y/n doesn’t even try to hide it when she sticks her hand between her legs before smelling herself.

“There’s nothing wrong with my pussy,” Y/n declares, hands on her hips as she sets Eren with a suspicious look. “You tryna be funny or some, lil boy?” Eren’s feeling feelings, asking himself how she was even here? She’s so fuckin bad, so outta his league, so how did he ever get on to ya sexy ass? ‘How am I gonna get her to stay?’ Eren’s asking himself when Y/n raises her eyebrows and rolls her eyes, orange hair moving when she rolls her neck- challenging him.

Eren sets her with a look of his own, chuckling a mocking. “You don’t want the smoke, I promise you.”

“I want all the smoke,” Y/n’s tone get’s deep with attitude as she insists, stepping closer and posting up. She’s talking with her hands, long red nails clicking and clacking. “Call ya friends too, I’ll spank all ‘em hoes.”

It’s not a threatening action, cause Eren grins up at her and it’s contagious, making Y/n grin too and break character. They’re laughing and it makes Eren’s heart feel so light. When the laughing dies down, Y/n’s tummy holds butterflies and Eren swears her pretty brown eyes are dancing too when she reaches out and gently whacks his shoulder, face getting soft when she says a gentle, “But seriously,” Eren’s still staring at her, giving her all his attention as he takes in every detail of her pretty face. “Why?”

Y/n see’s him hesitate, green eyes flicking away from her own, and it weirdly hurts because you think you already know the answer. “Historia?” You didn’t mean to say it aloud, but you realize you already had when Eren quietly nods, a guilty look on his face as he starts portioning out the weed. She watches as he starts to crush it up and it’s sticky on his fingers.

Y/n’s watching him, and Eren feels her eyes boring into him as he breaks up the weed and she comes closer, prompting him to look up at her. She’s really close, so close he can smell the sugary air around her. “What happened?”

Eren shakes his head, a sigh tumbling out of his mouth when he shrugs and Y/n feels his shoulder moving against her belly. “She’s my girlfriend, I had to.” He looks so tired all of a sudden, so beat down and Y/n can’t believe she’s seeing him like this.

You already know what those last three words mean; Eren fucked her, he fucked Historia. Y/n’s torn, thinking about her friends and her own desires. It was a H O T girl summer, she didn’t have time to be playing with these niggas- it was catch em, dog em, release em, rinse and repeat- Period! Or at least it should have been. Y/n does it, leaning in and placing a kiss atop of his chocolate crown before gently guiding his head to rest against her belly. She does it so gently, a careless but careful action that rattles Eren so much he has to close his eyes and she just takes him away when she hums a “It’s over now, so let me take care of you.”

Eren melts into her, letting out a breath before he loses track of time as he enjoys her and they can’t remember how long they stayed like that before Y/n’s tummy grumbles and Eren hears it. Your ears get hot when Eren pulls away and looks up at you with a boyish grin pulling at his handsome features.

“No wonder you were being bratty,” Y/n rolls her eyes when Eren teases her. “You’re just hungry, aren’t you?”

Y/n retracts all her comfort, playfully pushing Eren’s head away. “Boy, shut up,” She says, walking away to the door. Eren’s watching her ass, that boyish grin still on his face and Y/n glances back at him, tossing a quick “I’m about to shower, then we out.”

Eren gives her a nod and she leaves, the room feeling cold all of a sudden. Eren’s eyes roll over the remnants of her presence in the room and he sighs, slumping in his chair. Of course he knows it’s wrong, she’s wrong, they’re wrong and it’s only the fire she lights inside of him that feels right. Eren starts rolling up, crushing the weed up as he thinks about the time when he actually felt something like this for Historia and it’s like a dose of reality when he realizes it was so long ago.

Eren’s already rolled two blunts when he looks up and Y/n still hasn’t come back. So he decides to just roll another one, reaching for the 8th again. After his mother died and his father left Historia was just always there in any way he needed or wanted and Eren knew he took advantage of her more than a few times. Everything after that was numb as he struggled to just survive and Eren doesn’t like thinking about it. Imagine being numb for so long and then this person, Y/n, comes along-

-Y/n’s back, wrapped in his towel as she breezes into the room. Eren licks the last of the paper, sealing the blunt shut before he puts it down and turns to her. She’s paying him no mind, facing away from him as she dries off.

“Where are we going?” Eren asks after she slides her panties up under the towel, dropping the towel on the bed when her panties are on her hips.

“You wanna cook dinner with me?” Y/n springs the question on him, not bothering to look back for his reaction because she’s too busy lathering on her favorite cupcake lotion. She had been thinking about it in the shower, what they were gonna cook to be specific cause she didn’t wanna think about the fact that Eren fucked Historia and the hurt, betrayed feelings that came after.

Eren’s kinda hungry himself so he answers with a casual, "Yeah, sure why not.” But he pauses in admiring how the glitter in the lotion makes her brown skin deliciously sparkle, throwing out a quick “Wait, it’s like three in the morning-”

Y/n’s rubbing the lotion into her hands when she turns around, moving her leg up a little cause Eren’s looking straight at her front. “My eyes are up here, Eren.” She giggles, using two fingers to point to Eren, getting his attention, before pointing at her face. “And it’s the city, we gon’ find somewhere.”

Y/n looks really delicious in whatever that barbie logo pajama romper thingy was and for some reason Eren likes the fact that the white material is kinda transparent and he can see her warm brown skin peeking through. Eren’s not paying attention to where he’s going while they walk to the car and he almost walks into a wall because of the way her ass was moving. He liked to think he was a titty man, titties were always so enticing but when Y/n showed up with those cakes he had to reconsider.

“Oh!” Y/n smiles as she points at the black Nike slides on his feet. “Twins!” She declares, coming closer and putting her foot next to his. Eren doesn’t know what she’s talking about, cause his slides are black and her slides are bright pink, but he humors her by wiggling his toes before telling her they have to go.

Of course they light that shit up in the car and Y/n lets Eren light it cause it’s bad luck if the person who rolls it doesn’t light it. He passes it to her before they pull off, windows open so it wasn’t a hotbox. Y/n puts on some music and they’re just vibing out, smoking as they drove around town looking for an open supermarket.

“My nigga,” Y/n’s cutting up over the loud music, blunt in her hand as she sets Eren’s ass right. “All you gotta do is drive, I’m the fucking GPS, don’t kill us bro.” She looks back at the road, taking a pull. “Turn right- Eren, son, you’re going too fast!”

“I won’t kill us, promise!” Eren missed the turn cause he’s smacked and gunning it, laughing at Y/n’s yelling. He rolls the steering wheel, taking the next right turn to double back. Y/n passes the blunt before she starts dancing in her seat, singing along to the vulgar song blaring from the speakers.

Eren’s never heard this song before but it’s hype, going on about a big fine bitch throwing pussy in his mouth and Y/n’s feeling it so he smokes, vibing out with you. Eren thinks you’re so fuckin bad when you start killing the hard part, never missing a word. “Boy this ain’t no franchise, this the one and fuckin only, bitches copy I’m the copy right, got the box that niggas like!-”

“-Okay!” Eren’s hyping her up and Y/n’s so hot and bashful, a complete 180 from the confident demeanor she exhibited a few seconds ago. “Run it again, that was fire baby,”

Y/n’s all smiles when she runs that shit again and Eren tries to rap the part but his tongue isn’t as slick as yours and it’s four in the morning and they’re still driving when Eren finally gets it and they kill the hard part together, screaming the lyrics as they flew down the highway. It’s like a dream, we’re simping when Eren takes great care to let Y/n finish the, “Got the box that niggas like,” part before he jumps in again on the “Bitch, I’m from tha south I’ll take you down a notch!”

It wasn’t a bad song and it definitely wasn’t a love song but Y/n sang to him and Eren sang to her and they understood each other. It’s thirty minutes to five a.m. when they’ve been to 3 different neighborhoods and nothings open, so they just grab McDonalds because it's the only option. Y/n’s smacked out of her mind, they both are, eyes red as they fucked the McDonalds up together. It’s thirty after five when they get home and the bed is the only thing catching their attention, with all of Y/n’s bags on top of it.

“Can you move them?” Y/n asks, rubbing her tummy as she yawns and looks off somewhere else.

“They’re your bags,” Eren replies, his eyes dry with every slow blink and his body feeling like lead.

“And?” It doesn’t come out sharp and smart like you intend but it gets the point across and Eren’s moving your bags so you can lay down and as soon as they're gone you flop into his bed face first. You knew your lashes were gonna look crooked in the morning but you’re so tired and when Eren crawls up next to you, throwing his arm over your waist it’s clipped.

It’s around noon when Y/n’s eyes flutter open and one of her lashes is askew and she knows this because the wispy hairs are poking into her field of vision. Y/n forgets she’s not in her dorm room and her mind is kinda hazy from sleep so when she reaches up to pluck the bothersome lash straight off of her eyelid her elbow hits something hard.

“Oww, the fuckkk?" Eren’s up and he’s groaning, pulling his arms from around her to cradle his nose. Y/n gasps and flies up, repeating a soft chorus of “I'm so sorry,” as she tries to pry Eren’s hands away from his nose to see the damage she has done. Eren’s eyes are still hazy with sleep when he looks up at her and Y/n’s so relieved to see he’s not hurt or angry when he lets her take his hands and move them away from his face. He’s cute though, with the sunlight from the window behind them hitting his face just right.

She sighs, sitting on her calves and closing her eyes. “I totally forgot I was even here,”

Eren sits up, pushing the covers away. He reaches for his phone and Y/n watches as he quietly checks it, wondering if this was the part where he told her he had to leave again. It is, because Historia’s been calling since morning and Eren tells her this by flashing her his phone lock screen and Y/n see’s all the missed calls notifications. You can’t really see the look on Eren’s face cause of the way his wavy hair fell into his face, so you just watch and wait until Eren’s done checking his phone. He sends a quick text before clicking his phone off to give Y/n his attention.

“Is everything okay?” Y/n’s question means a lot of things when it rings in Eren’s ears and he only answers one part, telling her he has to go and the way Y/n sags, pretty face dropping really shakes Eren up. Eren notices one of her fluffy lashes are crooked and when he reaches out his touch is like a breeze as he tries to fix it straight. Y/n’s kinda happy about the touch cause she knows she won’t see Eren for a bit after this, so she lets him. It doesn’t comply and Y/n’s shocked when he plucks it right off of her eyelid.

“Why would you do that?” She’s asking, eyes wide and Eren thinks she looks so comical with only one lash on. He offers her a shrug. “It looked like it was lifting up.”

“What if they were lash extensions? And not strips?” Y/n questions as she gently pulls her other lash off and Eren thinks she looks different without the fluffy lashes, but it’s not bad. “You would have ripped my whole fuckin’ eye off, you know that??”

“How am I supposed to know?” Eren’s not really taking her ranting seriously and she knows this when he reaches out and touches her face. It’s a gentle caress that quiets down all your bitching. “Stay here, I’ll be back.”

Eren gets off the bed and when he grabs his car keys Y/n asks him “Where ya goin?”

His answer is short and to the point. “Historia, I’ll be back soon.”

Then he leaves and Y/n’s sitting there on his bed, lashes in hand as the feelings she tried so hard to keep down started to surface. Girl, you felt stupid! Stupid wasn’t even the word- Y/n felt retarded to even think Eren wouldn’t fuck her- she’s his fucking girlfriend. Gosh, it was childish to think Eren wouldn’t fuck Historia while he fucked with her. Why did she even think that?

Y/n tries to shake it off, peering around Eren’s bedroom. She sees the roll up on Eren’s desk and decides to roll up. Y/n sits at his desk, quietly crushing up the weed as she thinks about her situation- cause if we were being honest it’s way fucked up. It’s the first time she considers Historia’s feelings and it reminds her of the time she was in Historia’s shoes- clueless.

Y/n’s already rolled two blunts when she asks herself if Eren would do it to her, cheat on her, if they got into anything serious and she’s thinking about her girlfriend's warning. Wait a minute- Hollon! We wasn’t about to let this nigga get us outta shape, goddamit! It's a hot girl summer- okayyy? Y/n told herself to boss the fuck up on this nigga because what is we doing?

When Eren comes back Y/n’s sitting on his bed, legs tucked under her as she blows smoke out of the window. “How did it go?” She casually asks, ashing the blunt out of the window before offering it to him. Eren joins her with a small “It was alright,” before taking the blunt and smoking. They smoke in silence, casting each other curious glances when the other isn’t looking. It goes on like this until Y/n’s lighting the second blunt and Eren builds up the courage to ask her.

“So you’re mad at me?”

Y/n hasn’t even put the blunt to her lips and the spark from the green lighter has flickered out. It’s quiet for a second and Eren’s looking at her and she’s looking at Eren and there’s no way she can lie when he’s staring into her soul like that. With a small shrug, Y/n puts the blunt to her lips and says a small. “Maybe,” the smoke coming out of her mouth as she spoke.

Eren hits her with a “Why?”, tilting his head a bit.

“Why do you think I’m mad?” Y/n asks as she passes him the blunt and Eren takes it, appreciating the way the sun makes her brown skin glow. It made her look golden, even the finest wrinkles on her face light up gold and Eren likes it.

“‘Cause you’re not talkin’ to me,” He smokes, pulling 3 times. “You’re always talkin’ to me,”

Y/n likes the way he lets the smoke out of his nose and you realize you’re twiddling your fingers because you want to tell him, but how does one even go about it? Baring your heart to a stranger? “I’m not mad,” It’s soft and you can’t meet Eren’s eyes.

Y/n’s chest feels so tight when this wave of emotions surge through her body, making the hairs on her arms stand up. Your eyes are on the bed and your vision gets blurry with tears. Y/n tries so fucking hard to remind herself it’s a hot girl summer and she shouldn’t be crying over this nigga but it doesn’t work cause Eren’s watching when the tears start falling into her lap and wetting her hands.

Eren doesn’t offer her the blunt, he only offers her a soft, “Talk to me,”

“It hurts, y’know?” Y/n sniffles and wipes her eyes, not looking at Eren as she admits the truth. “When you leave me to go to her,” She tells him how it hurts, about how shitty it makes her feel, about how much it actually hurt when she found out he fucked Historia and the guilty look that takes over his face as she bears her heart is enough to send the tears falling again.

“C’mere,” Eren smokes and when Y/n looks up he’s holding it for her. Tears staining her cheeks and eyes closed, you come closer, leaning in to let Eren blow the smoke into your mouth. When it’s all in, Eren kisses you. A soft, gentle peck.

“I got you,” He tells her, his words kissing her lips a second time. ”I promise,” When she opens her eyes Eren kisses her. It’s soft at first, Y/n pressing her lips against Eren’s and he asks for permission, tongue swiping against her bottom lip. She sighs into the kiss, letting him in and her heart’s hammering inside of her as it gets sloppy and Y/n’s mind is carried away.

Everything is a figment of the past cause he just kisses her. Over and over again and they end up laying together on his bed. She’s snuggled up in his side, hand on his chest as she inhales his neck and he’s smoking. He gives her the smoke and she takes it, and they kiss until it’s gone and he has to start all over again. It’s fun, all she can think about is being there with him and all he can do is hold her cause he doesn’t want her to go. When it’s done Eren and Y/n just lay there staring at the ceiling, smacked as fuck.

Y/n realizes this is the first time she’s been alone with him without having sex. She can feel Eren’s body next to her, under her and it's so warm, pulsing with life and Y/n doesn’t know what to do. They always had sex, the only time they laid in silence was after and even then it was justified. This silence was not justified and Y/n started to realize she knew nothing about this boy. She knew nothing about Eren other than his name, his age, the fact that he had a girlfriend and that he liked to smoke. They went to the same college and she didn't even know his major- this was raising some red flags and Y/n comes to the realization that Eren's kind of a stranger to her.

“What’s your favorite color?”

“Do you really wanna know?”

“Duhh,"

“It’s Green,”

“Why?”

“Reminds me of home,”

Y/n perks up because she’s curious now, she never even asked him where he was from. Eren looks like a typical local white boy, but the way he says “Home” tells you it’s definitely not here. It’s crazy, there’s never anytime for talking when they’re fucking.

“Home? Where are you from?”

“Germany.”

Y/n gets up, propping herself up on her elbow as she looks down into Eren’s calm face. “Really? So why aren’t you going to college in Germany? And can you speak it?”

Eren stares up at her, taking her pretty face in and he reaches out, pushing some orange hair over her shoulder before he answers with a coy. “Das ist eine lange geschichte, (It’s a long story,)”

Y/n’s eyes go wide even though she doesn’t know what he said, the mere sound of another language coming from his lips switched her perception of him and it amazed her how different his vibe became when he spoke German. Eren snickers at her surprised expression and he caresses her face, thumb stroking her cheek.

“Maybe one day I’ll tell you,” He says and Y/n wants to know now, but she respects it because they’re still kinda strangers- strangers who have raw sex- but you wouldn’t open up to him about your past either, so you understand.

“Do you have any siblings?” Y/n questions as she lays down again, hand feeling his chest and rubbing down to his tummy as she stares up into nothing.

“One,” Eren admits. “Mikasa.”

“Mikasa?”

“Yeah, Mikasa.”

“I thought she was just a friend?”

“No,” Eren sighs, closing his eyes and taking her hand in his own. “Miki’s my sister.”

“Miki?”

“Miki.” Eren doesn’t explain it and Y/n doesn’t press cause there’s nothing really to explain, Mikasa obviously meant a lot to him.

“We have biology together,” Y/n admits after a small silence. Eren asks her a calm, “Really?” and she says “Yeah, she’s the reason I met you.”

“Oh,” Eren says. “Do you think we would’ve met without her?”

Y/n hums for a bit, her heart speeding up when he squeezes her hand. Y/n really doesn’t know, because she had her own crowd and Eren had his own crowd and the people from her crowd never mixed with Eren’s crowd. Mikasa was the only link. “I don’t know.”

“I’m kinda happy we did though,” Eren turns his head to look at Y/n. “Cause I’ve been needing a smoking buddy,”

It’s Y/n’s turn to laugh and when she does he kisses her, stealing it right off of her lips. God, it was so nasty! Eren said fuck all the pleasantries, he just stuck his tongue in her mouth and she sucked on it like a slut. Eren rises up over her and she lets him, laying back on the bed as he takes control and tastes her mouth. She’s not expecting him to pull back but when he does she chases him. It knocks the wind out of her when he chokes her, pushing her back down onto the bed as he hovers over her and Y/n’s never swallowed spit before but she swallowed all of it when Eren spat in her mouth.

You swallowed it nice and slow as he gave it to you, slowly letting it fall into your mouth and that boy looked straight into your eyes as you swallowed it all. Y/n wasn’t focused on the taste, she was focused on the fact that it belonged to him and her pussy got to thumping so damn hard when he spit in her mouth again. Eren doesn’t let her swallow it, he kisses her again and they swap it. This was new, she never kissed like this before and spit was gross- but not Eren’s spit though. Y/n knew she would drink it all day if he let her and that was fucking dangerous.

“Mnnn,” Y/n whines when he pulls back, pretty brown eyes low as she bites her lip. “I wanna fuck, please.” He was denying her that head splitting titan dick since last night and Y/n feels as if she’s going crazy. Her whole body is hot, she’s burning and the crotch of her pajamas are so damp it’s uncomfortable.

“No,” Eren whispers before he smooches her lips, soft and quick. “Not yet.”

Gosh she looks so sexy, pleading up at him like that and Eren wants to do it- he wants to fuck the wig off this fine ass bitch again. But he steels himself. Not yet. So he kisses the tip of her nose and presses his forehead against her own, sighing.

It wasn’t enough, Historia didn’t give him enough and he’s furious he wasted dick on her. He regrets it cause he could have been beating Y/n’s doonies down right this moment, he could have been filling her up and oh god he wants to so bad. Eren’s hand rips the buttons of her pajama romper open and you arch your back, pushing your chest out when he grabs one of your tits. The way Eren squeezes you before pulling at your nipple sends shivers down your spine.

“Don’t be so mean,” Y/n’s voice is nothing but a whisper against his lips and Eren groans, squeezing her other breast, hard. He squeezes harder, her flesh aching in his touch and Y/n whimpers when he pinches her nipple this time before he pulls it. Eren kisses her lips as he pinches her nipple again, swallowing up her moan when he pulls it one last time. The kiss breaks and it’s quiet when he pecks you one last time.

“Sexy ass,” Eren praises against your lips, retracting his hand from inside of your pajamas. He rubs your belly though, giving it a little squeeze before he sits up. “Come on, shower with me.”

Y/n grabs his hand when he moves to get off of the bed and pulls him back to her. “I don’t care,” She murmurs, confusing Eren a little but he knows what the fuck is going on when she collects him by the collar and tugs his face down to her own. “It’s my dick too,” Eren’s eyes flutter close when she kisses him, gentle soft pecks. “Give it to me,” She kisses him one last time and Eren’s touching her, hand inside of her pajamas running south. “Please?”

They’re nose to nose and Eren can’t look away from her, he can’t deny her either especially when she asked so politely. Eren sucks in a breath, taking her in as he licks his lips. “For you,” His breath is hot on her lips and this sends shivers down your spine cause Eren’s hand is sliding into your panties now. Eren kisses you, hot and sloppy and Y/n can’t breathe but Eren tastes so good so you kiss back, lips, teeth and tongues clashing.

Y/n opens her legs a little more when Eren’s touching her pussy and she’s so wet, his fingers between her lips rubbing her clit in such a sweet motion that makes her moan into the kiss. Eren pulls away, breaking the kiss to tell her, “Fuck, you’re so wet,”

Y/n’s deadass when she tells him, “So, fuck me.”

Like a soldier Eren moves, getting between her legs and her legs are in the air when Eren grabs her hips to pull her closer. Y/n’s watching when he takes her leg and kisses her calve before he licks it, long tongue covering the distance to her ankle. Y/n’s skin is cold where he licked her when he pulls away and she’s hot for his touch until Eren pushes the hem of his grey shorts down and his big dick jumps out. Y/n swallows when it slaps against his tummy and her pussy starts twitching real hard.

Eren snaps her out of it with a “Take this off,” as he tugs at the rest of the buttons over her tummy. Y/n makes quick work of pulling her arms out of her pajamas and pushing the white and pink fabric down her hips and Eren drags them up her legs. He tosses it to the side and Y/n has no time to think when Eren grabs her legs and boxes her little sexy ass up, holding her ankles with one hand and pushing her legs all the way behind her head.

Her dark pussy looked so pretty spread open for him like that and the wet glimmering of her pink folds drew him in. Y/n can’t bend that way and she tries to tell him with a nervous “Baby, w-wait this kinda hurts-” but he’s not listening as he teases her pussy with the tip of his dick, moving his hips a little to drag it up and down on her slick pussy lips. “-Shut up,” Eren murmurs as he mates her, her pussy squishing around his dick as he splits her head ramming it in. Y/n forgets how to breathe, eyes wide she struggles to breathe cause Eren’s crotch to crotch with her, pushing her legs back further as he whines out her belly.

Fuck, her pussy was so hot and it drove Eren crazy, the way she squished around his dick every time he grinds against her womb. Y/n tightens her tummy, dragging a groan from Eren when she pushes against his dick cause it’s so deep. Eren listens this time, pulling his dick out of her belly and she lets out a soft, whiny “Fuckkk,” when rams up into her pussy again. There’s no talking when Eren starts stroking her pussy out cause Y/n's fighting real hard for that dick, pushing her pussy out and it makes her pretty brown eyes roll back every time Eren stabs her soft spot.

Watching you get so hot and bothered on his dick makes Eren so proud and Y/n feels like her head is about to split open, she can’t hear, feel or see anything but Eren. He keeps her here with his firm grasp, looking into her with those gleaming green eyes and stroking her until she lets out a loud sob and he’s in her belly, tearing it to shreds. Y/n’s not fighting anymore, the tears in her eyes doing something dangerous to Eren when he starts pounding her pussy to bite size pieces.

“Ohhh!” Y/n sobs, hand shooting down between her legs to push against Eren’s tummy to slow down his strokes. “It hurts babyyy,”

Eren stops, breathing hard and dick throbbing he tells her, “Move your hand,”

Y/n hesitantly complies, moving her hand to let him in but when he stuffs his dick back up into her pussy Y/n’s whining and pushing against his tummy again. Eren’s annoyed, he wants her sweet fat pussy so bad and it annoys the fuck outta him that she’s denying him. Y/n’s shook, her heart in her throat when Eren snarls a venomous “Move your fucking hand or else it’s gonna be worse,”

Y/n moves her hand, fingers trembling, she clutches them to her chest as Eren pushes between her pussy lips.He's slow this time, gauging her reaction as he slowly opens Y/n up. Once he’s crotch to crotch with her he lets her legs down and she stretches them over his shoulders, relaxing a little bit.

“Does it still hurt?” Eren’s massaging her thighs, fingers kneading her flesh and she shakes her head, giving him a little “Not anymore,”

Never breaking eye contact Eren starts a slow rhythm inside of her and Y/n lets him take care of her. Eren feels as if it's him holding the reins again and he’s gentle with her, gauging her pretty reactions every time he rocks into her sweet pussy. It’s starting to hurt so good and Y/n can’t help herself when she starts fucking back, rocking her hips up into him, meeting his strokes and Eren squeezes her thighs, nuzzling his nose into her flesh and she feels the hot puffs of his pants on her skin. He’s winding her up, tightening her tummy and Y/n’s clenching up cause she doesn’t wanna cum so soon. Eren pulls her thighs apart and comes closer, leaning down, he’s face to face with her and Y/n’s legs wrap around his waist and his body is pressed flush against her own. Her breasts are hot against his chest and her belly fits against his own so perfectly.

Y/n thinks it’s embarrassing that her pussy squelches around his dick with every flick of his hips, her ears are hot but it feels so fucking good in your tummy. Eren hears it and it fuels him ever more. Y/n’s opening her legs wider and Eren’s sinking deeper, his strokes speeding up again. Y/n’s breathing hard, moaning with her fingers tangled in Eren’s hair as she pulls him in for a kiss. Eren kisses you, swirling his tongue in your mouth and muffling your cries when he starts giving your pussy slow deep strokes cause he’s so close.

The kiss breaks and Eren’s panting in time with his strokes, mouth open as he fucks into her. Y/n’s cooing, eyes sincere in his own and her hands are all over him, running up and down his back, squeezing his ass before starting all over again as he moves against her. He’s tired and Y/n wants more, she needs more so she splays his ass open, pushing his hips down to encourage his strokes and god, Eren can’t help himself, letting loud groans as Y/n sluts him out.

Eren gives it to her and she takes it, still pushing his hips down as she encourages him with a breathy “Don’t stop, please don’t stop.”

“I won’t,” Eren pants, sweat dripping down into Y/n’s face. “I promise I won’t.” Y/n’s clenching her pussy up around him and he’s fighting, forcing her pussy open with each wet stroke. She’s creamy, staining his crotch with every squelch as pressure builds in her tummy. Eren’s balls are churning, fire searing his spine every time he stabs her womb and they slap against her ass. It's too much, this sexy little bitch under him, milking him, toying with him, it's all too much and Eren buries his face in her neck as he strokes her out. Y/n holds him, wrapping her legs tight around him and he can’t move so he just grinds inside of her, pressing against her soft spot.

Y/n squeezes him tight when she cums, heels digging into his back as she clenched her pussy up real tight around him, drenching the bed underneath them. She’s wet, clit and nipples sensitive as Eren grinds her out. He smells so good, and Y/n can’t believe he’s actually here- here inside of her. What if he disappears? Y/n doesn’t wanna think about it, she just wants to live in the moment. Her hands trail up to cradle his head, fingers tangled in his chocolate waves as she cherishes him close and Eren’s still digging her out and it still hurts so good. Eren’s breath is hot against her neck when he cries out, pressing deep inside of her as his soul flies out of his balls and manifests as thick, hot spurts you can feel shooting against your womb.

Eren pulls out and flops on the bed next to her. He waits until he catches his breath to ask her, “So, you wanna shower and then fuck? Or do you just wanna fuck right now?”

Y/n’s staring at the ceiling when she hears him and she laughs a little, turning her head to look at him. “Boy, you got me leaking n’ shit right now, what do you think?”

There’s a playful smirk pulling at Eren’s lips when he turns his head to look at her. “Shit, it’s up to you, Girl.”

“I mean, I’m on whateva.” Y/n reaches down between her legs and swipes some slick and cum from her pussy and Eren watches as she plays with it, creating strings between her fingers.

“Let me taste it,” Eren tells her and Y/n glances at him to see if he’s serious and he’s deadass so she rolls over on top of him and his body is so warm against hers and Eren licks the slick off of her fingers when she holds them out.

“Boy, you so nastyyy,” Y/n praises as Eren takes her fingers into his mouth, swirling his tongue around and in between them as he cleans his plate. Her fingers leave his mouth with a ‘pop’ and she kisses him, curious about the taste of their special concoction. It tastes bittersweet but Y/n relishes in it, licking her lips when she pulls back from the kiss.

They’re in the bathroom getting ready to shower and Y/n’s making a big deal about her inches. Eren doesn’t care about all of that though, his hands cupping and squeezing your breast in front of the mirror as you try to put your hair up. Y/n tries really hard to ignore him, thinking about all the work she would have to do if her hair got wet. He’s playing with your nipples now, pinching and rolling them between his fingers and Y/n knows what he wants cause his dick is hard, poking against her ass. She finishes putting her hair up and it sits pretty pinned up by a claw clip behind her head.

“Come here,” Y/n has another claw clip when she turns around and Eren quirks his eyebrow at her, hands rubbing her sides. “So your hair doesn’t get wet too,”

“I don’t mind it,” Eren answers but he bows his head all the same, letting her push his wavy strands back and clip it back into a messy bun. When she’s done Y/n smiles up at him, her hands cupping his cheeks.

“Your forehead is big as fuck,” She teases as she pinches his cheeks, adding a quick, “But I like it though,” when Eren laughs.

“You too, I could watch a movie on your shit.”

“Wow- just get in the shower.”

It’s around three in the afternoon when Eren drives her back to her dorm building. He helps Y/n with her bags, leaving them by the door when she invites him in. Eren gets sex flashbacks seeing the pink interiors of her dormroom. He remembers her throwing that ass on his dick and the hairs on his arms raise, his mouth going dry. He doesn't wanna leave you, not yet but he has to. Y/n turns to face him and offers him a shy smile. Eren gets the feeling that theres nothing to look forward to- everything is gonna be bland, boring when he leaves and it won't light up again until he's with you again.

“I guess you have to leave now,” She says, reaching out and pulling one of the strings on his grey hoodie. She’s not tugging it too hard to make them uneven so Eren lets her, shoving his hands into his matching sweatpants.

“That doesn’t mean I want to.” His voice is soft, stirring butterflies inside of her.

“Then stay,” She twirls his hoodie string, taking a step closer.

“I can’t,” Eren doesn’t like how her pretty face falls, so he takes his hands out of his pockets and pulls her in for a hug.

“Then come back,” Y/n mumbles into him as she melts, closing her eyes when they begin to rock together. “You’re my smoke buddy,”

Eren lets out a hearty laugh and Y/n feels it vibrating her body so she laughs too. “So, Match?” Eren asks when he pulls back, hands on her hips as he looks into her and Y/n’s deadass when she says.

“Fuck yeah, Match.”