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my wedding outfit

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my wedding outfit

I want to wear white

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Hate when I'm looking for fics of my faves as bottoms or otherwise very submissive with the reader n all I see are fics written for the Bottom GazeTM like can we as a society please for the love of god cater to those of us who just want to see chuuya nakahara in lacey see through rose-covered lingerie and fuck him into submission please I'm begging you. This is top/switch propaganda and I will not be silenced

Good Doggy🐶

Pet play | Sub!Chuuya X Dom!Reader

"Hey, can you have these signed and copied by Wednesday?" Your coworker asked as she handed you a thin pile of papers from outside your cubicle. "Sure!" You said as you took them, getting a few inches up from your chair as you did then quickly sitting back down.

"You've been on your desk for hours, Y/N," the coworker said, impressed. "How do you do it? If it were me I'd be aching all over by now!" You chuckled at her comment. "Oh, I just have a lot of motivation, I guess." You said bashfully. Your friend was then called by another coworker and the conversation ended. You watched her walk away, making sure she was out of sight before--

You heard a noise, your thoughts interrupted. It came from underneath your table. A smile invaded your lips as you looked down cheerfully.

Chuuya's mouth was covered in a cage-like muzzle which made it hard for him to talk or make any noise, not like it stopped him. The poor orange haired man was crouched underneath your desk, a collar around his neck that was tied to a leash that connected to the stem of your chair. Despite his annoyed, uncomfortable expression, you couldn't help but notice the rosy color to his cheeks and the longing in his eyes. He's been begging for you to touch him all morning, aching for the warmth of your skin against his. There was something even warmer down in his nether regions, like a fire in his groin. It wasn't just the humiliation of being stuck in such a position that got to him, not even the fear and dread of being caught by a nosy coworker and not even knowing how to explain, but the fact that he had to sit still while getting a front-row seat to your scent, your thighs, your legs, and your pussy that's been leaking such sweet-scented juices right in front of him, and there was nothing he could do but sit there and wait for your shift to be over. Not only that but he also had to wait for everyone's shift to be over for you and him to leave without anyone noticing. He started wondering how he even got to this predicament, more importantly how you managed to talk him into it.

Chuuya has always prided himself in his aggressive, dominant nature. It's a trait of his that he flaunts proudly, especially around you. Sure, when he first got to know you, he was definitely attracted to you, or more like something about you. There was the sound of your tall, polished red heels, the sultriness in your voice, the color of your lipstick, and the overall aura that separated you from his other partners. You weren't someone who would submit, you were someone who would dominate.

At first, when the two of you began your little escapades, he had noticed the difference in your performance. You didn't obey his every command, instead you would make one of your own and he would submit. Upon hearing "Come here" you would say "no, you come here". If he was right you were left, if he was up you were down. Everything about you went against everything about him, and something about it made him want you even more.

And when you had proposed this idea, this barbaric, invisible little show meant only for his eyes and your own, his own dominance that he was once prided in himself had already been chipped and scratched, leaving room for yours. It wasn't just the action itself, it was the fear of an audience, the fear of being found out, the fear of someone standing just a little too close and finding mafia executive Chuuya Nakahara of the Port Mafia, the feared and praised gravity manipulator, on his knees like a dog, being denied any sort of dignity and being moulded into a pliant, subservient little slut.

It was his pride that brought him up, and it will be his pride that breaks him down.

You caressed his cheek, watching him melt at your touch, the bare minimum of what he's been aching for all these hours, and chuckled lowly.

"Don't worry, Doggy." You said, a shadow over your eyes like a dark cloud overcast. "She's gone now, you can relax." As if that would magically take away the thrilling anxiety of the situation. "And maybe if you're good, I'll give you a little treat during my break, how about that?" Your smile looked so innocent, so pure, yet he knew there was an evil hiding behind it. A darkness unfolding one button at a time.

You're not done with your good little Doggy just yet.

Ranpo loves praise♡

Bottom!RANPO X Top!Fem!READER

| Praise kink, use of "Mommy" and "Baby", submissive Ranpo, creampie |

Ranpo loves praise.

It's so cute seeing a man who seemed so sure of himself be absolutely ruined just by a couple kind words.

Just a little compliment here and there, and Ranpo was putty in your hands.

It was dark that night, the only light coming from the moon itself as it danced its way in through the window. It crept up the floorboards until it reached the two of you.

Ranpo was deep inside of you, fucking you slowly and desperately. He knelt between your legs, his grip loosening and hardening against your thighs, keeping them apart lazily. His eyes were barely open, and in the darkness you saw only bright green slits staring back at you, awaiting your approval.

"Such a good boy, Ranpo, dear..." you cooed, finding the tired rhythm of his movements sweet and cute. He was such a baby, your baby after all. All he wanted all day was your pussy, especially after you'd been teasing him all day with those thigh highs that cupped the fat on your legs beautifully. Several times throughout the day, he thought he was going to cum on the spot everytime you leaned over to hand him some paperwork, or gently caressed your thighs knowing he was watching, or simply walking past, allowing your sweet aroma to fill his nose and in turn his dirty thoughts. But he made it, he was good, and he went the whole day without cumming or jerking off. That deserved a reward.

"Ahn, ah, M-Mommy..." He whined, his approval battery suddenly drained so quickly, desperately asking for more of your delicious praise.

"Yes, Baby?" You asked, as if you didn't already know what he wanted.

"M-Mommy, am-am I doing g-good?" He asked as he tried thrusting into you faster, hoping to please you more. Silly boy, just the thought of him not being enough for you was torture for him. He needed validation, he needed your praise.

"Yes, dear, you're doing so good..." you cupped his cheek with your hand, caressing him lovingly. "So good for me, such a good boy..."

"M-Ma...Mommy...." He moaned, slowly reaching his limit.

That's when you decided to bring in the big guns.

"Such a good boy, Ranpo, fucking me so well. So good for me, so good for Mommy...." you added a couple moans here and there, making sure your voice was as sultry as possible, knowing it made Ranpo go crazy.

His hips started stuttering and his grip on your thighs tightened. "M-Mom-Mommy!! Hah, hah...Mommy!!" He whimpered as he slowly reached his release.

That's when you started tingling all over, his cock reaching your sweet spot more and in a faster pace, you held onto his back to keep him close as you both came together.

Ranpo was breathing heavily now, thrusting in slowly, just once or twice, savoring what was left of that feeling, before slowly pulling out with a grunt.

He looked beneath him to find your pretty little pussy, liquids shining in the moonlight like wet little stars. His cum spilled out of you, overfilling your hole nicely. You put on your panties and let down the nightshirt that had been previously pulled up above your breasts, pulling your beloved into a sweet goodnight kiss.

Ranpo finally caught his breath within your mouth. "Please," He pleaded. "One more?"

"No, no, we have work in the morning, remember?" You said, watching him pout like a spoiled little child, it was so cute to see.

"Reeaaally?" He asked again as you pulled him into the covers. "Yes, really, now go to bed, Kunikida-san will yell at you for making us late."

"Why would it be my fault?!" He whined.

"Cause I'm blaming you, of course!" You teased. "Plus, I'm the one who has to shovel cum out of my pussy and take a pill tomorrow, it's only fair."

"Fine." He pouted, getting under the covers to go to sleep.

"But I know you're just doing this just so I'll be extra horny tomorrow."

"Ah, so I guess you don't need those glasses to deduct me."

"Of course! I'm the greatest detective, you know!"

"Of course dear. Goodnight."

"Hmmph. Goodnight."

As Ranpo slowly fell deeper into his sleep, you caressed him, twisting and twirling his black hair around your fingers as you silently read your book.

Ranpo sure does love praise.

In a dominant mood so here's how I think bsd men would act as subs

Atsushi

Would be a very obedient sub

Trusts you in every way imaginable

You know how parents tell you "well if your friend told you to jump off a bridge, would you do it?"??

Yea that's him

If you told him to do something stupid or dangerous whether in the bedroom or not he would immediately trust that you have a plan behind it (even if you actually don't, he doesn't know that)

Other than that, he's very anxious when it comes to PDA, at least at first

But once he gets used to it, and by that I mean used to the feeling of being loved, then he will slowly start warming up to and even asking for it

When it comes to sex, he can be even more bashful and awkward about it

He mostly whimpers and whines and it's not super loud, but if it does get to that point he's very self aware and scared of others hearing him, so he covers his mouth right away

I think he'd be most compatible with a more gentle top

He can't handle very heavy scenes and I can't imagine him having a very active libido

He has sex to express love and passion, not just for a quick fling that doesn't mean anything

Outside of the bedroom, he's very quiet about what goes on in there

Dazai likes to tease him about it and you love how his pale complexion turns into a pretty shade of red

Dazai

Oh this man is OBNOXIOUS

He's the type of sub that makes you wanna fuck him so hard he actually shuts the fuck up for a second

One of the brattiest of the bunch, for some reason has to turn anything and everything into a game of cat and mouse

Also one of the horniest, believe me you'll be drained DRY after like a week or so

This man's libido is UNMATCHED

He may be taller than you, smarter than you, and possibly stronger than you when it comes to his ability,

But in every other way you are in charge And some part of him always wants to challenge that

Loves to be paraded around like a showdog (but prefers the term "trophy wife")

He's a little princess and always gets what he wants

I think he'd fit best with a dom who could handle his.....special traits

He needs someone who won't get tired of him so quickly and leave, just like everyone else in his life did

But he also needs someone to put him in his place from time to time

Dealing with dazai isn't for the faint of heart, anyone who's done it before knows that

So maybe if you're strong enough, smart enough, and a little bit delusional and crazy, you could have this cute little former mafioso wrapped around your finger like a worm on a string <3

Fyodor

Tbh this one's the whole reason why I made this post in the first place😆

This one's also a little....different...from the others

And by that I mean he's worse

His brattiness doesn't come in the form of disobeying orders or having a fit in front of your friends

No, this one will purposefully pick you apart psychologically

Trying to get this man to behave will require a labyrinth of words, a battle of the minds

He needs someone who can challenge him, because if they don't, he wouldn't bother to be submissive towards them at all, they don't deserve it.

He's one half sickly and one half pride, so taking care of him isn't gonna be easy

Of course you'd have to know going in that Fyodor's self care is abysmal and as his dom you'd have to take responsibility for his health

Taking care of his pills, his diet, making sure he eats and sleeps on time, gets enough rest, drinks enough water, exercises, that's all on you from now on

But you do it cause you love him

Sometimes he'll be bratty and arrogant enough to take you for granted, and would snap at you and tell you he doesn't need someone to baby him when you just were trying to help

But after enough time, he'll realize he was wrong, and as his health depletes, he'll slowly start to inch towards you, asking for your help

You would make sure it gets to the point where he'd have to beg. Make him realize what it's truly like to not have you "distracting" him with your care and concern

And eventually, if he's put up a pathetic enough display for you, you'll hold him in your arms, warm chest comforting him as he leans his head and torso on it

You'll watch how he shivers each time he takes a breath, his eyes are glassy and staring at nothing, his hair is drowning in grease, and it's obvious he hadn't showered in days, but you don't mind

All of this means he's vulnerable, which means he's weak, which means he's malleable.

Malleable enough for you to mold into whatever you please.

Because the only person who could dominate the demon Fyodor is someone who could become the demon Fyodor.

Whether he knew it or not, you were just as sinister as he was, possibly even more.

And every breath he took was another foolish step into your web, a plan you had conducted just for him

So he can be as proud and smug as he wants, but at the end of the day,

You are in control.

Chuuya

It's kind of hard for me to decipher what kind of sub he'd be to be honest

I want to say he'd be a brat but that term doesn't seem to describe him exactly

Sure, he's got a lot of pride, so getting him to submit to you or even to simply let you take the wheel will be difficult.

He's too stuck in his old habits, too used to having to take care of everything, so being taken care of for a change will be a new feeling to him.

He's also scared to love you, scared to let himself bring another person into his heart, afraid of instead accidentally luring you to your death as he had done with so many others.

No, he's not ready to lose another person. Not again.

He's grown to see his love for others as a trap, a ploy, a misfortune. It was like a prophecy for someone's death.

But you, you were different from the rest.

You were strong. Strong enough to protect yourself, strong enough to stand your ground. In fact, you could probably even protect the gravity manipulator Chuuya Nakahara himself.

It took a long time for him to be ready. Ready to open himself up for you. But you let him take his time. You let him think things through. And despite everything, you were there.

You both sprouted a relationship neither of you thought you could do before

And the sex wasn't just sex to you two, no, it could be a distraction, a vacation, an escape, a break, an apology, you name it.

Sex would be a big part of you guys' relationship

I like to think that Chuuya is a lot hornier than he says he is, and also a lot more submissive

Learning that he was a sub was surprising for you, especially because of, well, everything about him

But that was cool for you, as you were vers, and you had to admit you loved the way he screamed and cried under you.

The look in his eyes, the blush in his cheeks, the spit dripping from the corners of his mouth, even the small wounds he had gotten from biting his lips so hard to keep in a moan was adorable

Fucking in his penthouse was great because he had red lighting in almost every room, giving it a sexy, moody vibe.

It also reminded him of his place. He may be rich, he may be a mafia executive, and he may have a couple dozen people under his command, but no matter where or what he is, he will always be a pathetic little whore for you.

You fuck him in his room to remind him his riches mean nothing. He means nothing. All he is is a slut, and he must be reminded of that.

I think he'd be best compatible with a quieter personality to counter his loud one, but I think that loud, brash personality is most present around Dazai. Though he can have a little bit of a temper from time to time, even around you

He needs someone who doesn't care about status or ranks, Port mafia executive or not, you'll fuck him like there's no tomorrow and once you're done he'll be clinging to you like a lost little dog.

Ranpo

Brat. Brat Brat Brat. NOTHING about this boy is topping.

I mean, I do see him as a switch, but in this case, he's the brattiest brat to ever brat.

Will require you give him sweets and cold drinks whenever he asks, will make you drive him places, teach him things and even fuck him when he's too lazy to do the fucking.

He'll be obnoxious all day and then look at you like he's done nothing wrong his whole life. Spoiled little shit.

He's exactly the type of sub you would fuck into submission until you hear a sorry or any sort of appropriate apology.

He likes to be fucked lying down, sometimes sitting and leaning against something, but sometimes you'll force him to sit on you and ride you up and down even though you know he hates it. You'll never hear the end of it from him, though.

He likes to be fucked while eating, too. You'll fuck him from behind with a hand out and spoonfeeding him cake, and the rapid shaking of your bodies and the table he's up against will leave traces of cake all over his chin and cheeks. He doesn't know if he wants cake or if he wants you to eat his cake. Either way, he wants and needs you bad.

I think he'd be best fit with a top who would usually just give in to all his demands and would be patient with his bratty personality, but knows when it's been taken too far. You'd be calm and gentle with him, but come nighttime, you're a beast in bed, making sure he makes up for everything he did in the office that day.

He's not the type to apologize I don't think, he'd definitely beg if it's gotten too much for him but an apology? That's asking too much. Just take the moans and cries and leave.

However, right afterwards he'd go back to his usual bratty self no matter how bad the punishment was. In couldn't have been that harsh anyway, as you could never say no to Ranpo's cute face.

Akutagawa

When I say this man is a Virgin I mean he's a VIRGIN VIRGIN.

As in as virgin as the virgin mother mary

He hadn't even had time for sex before you came along.

You taught him everything, even things about his own body that he didn't even know. Like how he doesn't like the feeling of frotting because he doesn't like how another man's dick is on his own. Or how he likes when you pump his cock slowly, especially since he's so new to the game that he couldn't handle more even if he tried. Poor boy😔

He finds it odd, the feeling of being pampered. Being provided with food everyday, a warm place to live, constant affection, he didn't know what to do with it. It was as if he was an alien studying earth and experiencing the most mundane things for the first time.

And the weirdest thing about it was, he liked it. He liked the feeling of being taken care of, being provided for and pampered, and it was odd. He wasn't sure if he even deserved such wonderful feelings.

When it comes to sex, you better believe this man's got some weird shame thing related to sex

He sees it as a filthy task that he, unfortunately, likes to partake in.

He's ashamed even bringing it up, let alone asking for it.

But once you get the memo you take action and calmly and gently take care of him

Akutagawa's been used to violence, been used to screams of pain and agony, but this? It's soft. It's sweet. It's tender. He's not used to it but part of him wants to be. He's never been so happy in his life.

He's not the type to whine and whimper so much like Atsushi, instead he'll let out a low grunt here and there and maybe throw in a moan somewhere too.

He's into the wildest things, most of which involving your ability with his. It's probably some weird psychological thing where he's associated his ability strength = worth thing to the bedroom which......isn't healthy.

But once you're done his sickly little body is spent, his already damaged lungs trying desperately to keep moving. You hold him over your shoulder, as being carried bridal style would mess with his pride. Arm wrapped around your shoulder and tugging at you inner arm, he leans into you the way he's never done for anyone before.

He feels odd now, as if he's just discovered something new. Learning and even participating in sex has left him with many questions, that hopefully you could answer.

A (NOT SO) CLICHÉ STORY: THE PLAYER AND THE NERD

Hello! This fanfiction will most likely be split into two - three parts, so if you would like to skip to the smut then feel free to do so (once it is posted) or endure the cringey dialogue and infuriating behaviour of none other than Eren Jaeger.

WARNINGS - college!au, player!Eren, slow burn, studious!reader, kinda enemies to lovers (more reader finds Eren annoying), eventual smut.

SUMMARY (overall story) - Eren, campus player, tries to use his innate charm and poor flirting abilities to get you, studious and reserved, into bed. AKA, Eren tries to fuck reader, but instead gets fucked by reader.

CHAPTER SUMMARY - Eren notices you as you rush into class. Your studious and nonchalant nature intrigues him, he decides you will be his next conquest.

WORD COUNT - 2.8k

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PART ONE - AVOID EREN JAEGER (IT'S NOT AS EASY AS IT SOUNDS!)

The campus looks like an embodiment of an aesthetic autumn pinterest board as the second semester begins. The modern campus building looks rather out of place,however. It seems like it should belong in a sci-fi film, rather than complying to the overall dark academia tone the campus holds. Where the large, mostly glass building stands should be an old gothic styled structure looming over the walking grounds. However, you realise you don't exactly have the luxury to stand around and contemplate the lack of architectural accuracy as you are close to being late to your class.

 Upon entering the mostly full lecture room, you rush to find an unoccupied seat. The familiar face you find yourself next to smiles warmly, to which you return. 

One row and four seats to your left sits a half asleep Eren, with his chin resting in the palm of his hand. He spies you rushing through the door, along with three other students that are equally as late but not nearly as anxious about it as you appear. 

As soon as you are seated your laptop is pulled out, along with your notebook for extra notetaking. As soon as the lecture begins you are taking thorough notes, fingers typing away furiously at the keyboard. Alternatively, Eren sits with absolutely nothing but a smirk on his face as he watches. The quiet, ‘nerdy’ ones are always his favourite. They’re the easiest ones to charm - shy, probably insecure, girls like you can’t resist the charm and attention Eren provides. He decides you will be his next project. 

About halfway through the lecture - a presentation about a subject that does not correlate with the Mike Wazowski picture staring at you through the screen - the unnerving feeling of someone watching you becomes overwhelming. You could feel it the whole time, but now curiosity - and irritation - take over as you chance a glance over your left shoulder. Eren's intense eyes pierce straight into yours without hesitation or uncertainty, like he was waiting for you to look, to notice him. Although your face doesn't show it, you feel a sense of annoyance and regret wash over you. You know what this means. The watchful eyes, the look in those watchful eyes. How could you not know what it means, you've heard about it multiple times - in searing detail - from some of your closest friends that have fallen victim to the aforementioned eyes. This is the last thing you need, or want, right now. You now make a mental note to ensure you avoid Eren Jaeger at all costs. But once you see the slight smirk pull at his lips you know he won't let that happen. 

After class you hastily shove your laptop into its bag and try to collect your notebook before Eren could make any advances. It appears your stationary is plotting against you as your pen rolls off the edge of the table and onto the thinly carpeted floor. Before you can retrieve it, slender fingers wrap around it. 

"You dropped this," his voice is smooth like honey, you briefly wonder how many times he's practised perfecting this tone. 

"Thanks," without sparing a glance you take the pen from Eren's hand and throw it into your tote bag before flinging it over your shoulder. Eren steps in front of you before you can make a run for it. 

"I'm Eren, by the way. I just transferred into this class," you're not sure if it's you projecting, but he sounds very condescending right now. You know that he knows, that you know who he is. Everyone in this damn campus knows who Eren Jaeger is. 

You nod in response and try to step around him, to no success. 

"I didn't catch your name," he uses his height as an advantage as he leans forward, essentially trapping you between him and the table behind you. 

Giving him your name would mean signing away any chance of living a peaceful college life, however, it seems to be the only viable option. 

"Y/N." Still you don't look him in the eyes.

"Sorry, I didn't quite hear that," you know he's lying, with the teasing tone he says it.

"Y/N. My name is Y/N." Now you look him in the eyes. Eren smirks as he sees the confidence and conviction in your body language. 

Now he's convinced you're just a goody-good with a bratty streak. That's fine, he's dealt with girls like you before. A couple lingering looks and soft brushes of his fingers through your hair should break down that facade. 

"Nice to meet you, Y/N. I hope we can get to know each other," he even takes it a step further and bites his lip. You inwardly cringe, but stay nonchalant on the outside. 

One nod and fake smile later, and you've managed to step past Eren. You replay the encounter in your head and frown. This is definitely not what you wanted to happen on the first day of the second semester. 

As you reach the far end of the campus - five metres from the main streets of the city- you look back at the out of place campus building. You chuckle in amusement at the irony. Just moments before you were criticising the modern building for not fitting in, but now you have your own out of place problem. Eren Jaeger does not fit into your life. 

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The next day you, fortunately, do not have class and so you are able to have a day to devise a plan to avoid Eren. Not much time is spared to that thought,however, as you have work. You're in the middle of serving a lovely edlerly couple two flat whites and a singular piece of lemon cheesecake - to share for their fifty-second wedding anniversary as shared by the eccentric old lady - when the bell rings to alert you of entering customers. 

"Y/N! Hey."

After placing the tray down on the table and warmly telling the couple to enjoy their meal and anniversary, you look up to attend to the voice that greeted you. Big brown eyes and a matching brown ponytail accompanies a bright smile that belonged to none other than your friend, Sasha. Her arms outstretched and pulled you into a death-grip hug. She always was a strong hugger. 

"Hey Sasha, it's been a little while since I last saw you," you try to remember the last time you saw her. It must have been nearly about two weeks ago at a mutual friends party.

"Tell me about it, how have you been?" 

Before you could answer you notice another familiar face behind her. Your friend, Armin. As you smile and step aside to greet him, another figure steps out from behind him. 

Oh you've got to be kidding me, you think before you turn round and march back to the counter. 

Eren stands smugly smiling beside a confused Sasha, and equally confused Armin. 

"Hey, fancy seeing you here, huh," his tone is cocky and teasing as he rests his palms on the counter; tall frame leaning forward. 

"What can I get you?" Your tone is flat, face void of emotion.

Eren chuckles in amusement at your nonchalant demeanour. 

"Have you two met before?" Sasha appears beside Eren, Armin following shortly after. 

"No."

"Yes."

The tension is sickeningly thick as your two friends share a confused look. 

"What can I get you guys?" 

"Oh, Armin and I will just have our usual, thanks," Armin nods in confirmation.

"Eren?" Armin gestures toward Eren - who has not stopped eyeing you.

"Well, this is my first time here so I'm not too sure," he leans closer as he pretends to be extra interested in the menu behind you. 

"How about you guys find a table, I'll probably take a while to read through the menu." 

Dread punches you right in the fucking face. 

Sasha and Armin nod before finding a vacant table in the far corner, oblivious to your pleading eyes - you're silently screaming at them for leaving you alone with this absolute chad.

"I'll prepare their order, while you read through the menu," you quickly turn around to make the coffee before Eren can protest.

Through the ambient sounds of the desert store, you can hear Eren's amused chuckle. The familiar burning of someone's eyes watching your every move is overwhelming. 

"Have you decided yet?" You turn around to face Eren, whose eyes are dangerously low. The realisation of where he was looking, assumingly this whole time, causes an embarrassed blush to rise on your face - much to your dismay but to Eren's amusement. 

"The cakes here look delicious," the innuendo makes you want to implode but you try to appear unfazed, calm. 

"Yeah, they're made in the store," professional. That is the mindset you must remain in.

"I'm sure they are," he gives you a suggestive smile, leaning closer. 

"Would you like me to recommend some favourites?" 

Eren now hunches down, eyes level with yours, and folds his arms on the counter. 

"Sure."

"I'd recommend the matcha tea cake. It's the perfect balance of sweet and slightly bitter," you recite the statement with false enthusiasm, a ritual you often have to perform with customers. 

"Mmh, just how I like them."(a/n omg this dialogue is so cringey, but I'm trying to portray Eren as a cringe playboy please bear with me :') )

You nod in response wishing he would hurry up and order so he can leave. Unfortunately there is no line of awaiting customers behind him. 

"Okay, one slice of that and I'll tell you what, surprise me with the drink, yeah?" 

You're sure a cup of water and spit would be surprising, but so would you being unemployed.

"Coming right up," you give a sickeningly sweet (fake) smile. The bell rings again and another customer comes inside.

"Morning, Y/N," it's a regular, your saviour. 

With that, Eren stalks back to the corner where Sasha and Armin are sitting, immersed in a conversation about why potatoes are the foundation of civilization (Sasha's point, not Armin's). 

It seems Eren is inable to pull out a chair quietly as his harsh actions causes a loud screech to ring throughout the store, piercing through the ambience. Armin and Sasha conclude their current conversation (argument) and both turn to Eren. Eren leans back in his seat, legs spread and his hands in his hoodie pockets. 

"So, how do you know Y/N?" Sasha leans forward, elbows resting on the table in curiosity. 

"Yeah, I mean we've never introduced you two before and from what I know you've never had a class together," Armin's own curiosity shining through. 

Eren scoffs at his friend's interrogation. 

"Why is it so weird I know her?"

"Uh, because you're definitely not the type of person she would befriend," that makes Eren frown. What does Sasha mean by that?

Armin notices the offended look on Eren's face.

"Uh, I think she just means Y/N isn't a very sociable person so without being prompted it's unlikely she would try befriend you," his attempt to diffuse the situation seemed to work as Eren visibly relaxed and slouched further into the seat. 

"We're in the same class, 's all," Eren pulls out his phone, which has been buzzing non stop since this morning from texts sent by the long list of girls he slept with last week. He doesn't even remember half of these people but responds half-heartedly nevertheless. 

If -a big if, Eren thinks - this pursuit of you doesn't go as planned then he knows he has a long line waiting, begging to get into bed with him. But as Eren catches your eyes - that immediately diverge away - he decides there's no way he's going to give up until he has you screaming underneath him. 

You approach the table with a tray of three drinks and three cakes, all different from one another. You place Armin's and Sasha's in front of them, then Eren's last. 

"Aaahh, look at you, you're beautiful!" Sasha cooes at the cake in front of her. 

"Thank you, Y/N. " Armin keeps it polite as usual. 

"Enjoy," you hold the now empty tray against you and walk back to the counter as another customer enters.

Eren inspects the vibrant green cake in front of him, appreciating the layers divided by a layer of light green icing. He brings his fork up to the cake, and gently pushes it down, cutting through each layer. Eren brings the piece up to his mouth, his taste buds exploding in flavour. Just as you described, sweet and bitter. He lets out a satisfied hum, which sounds dangerously close to a moan. 

Once the trio finish their drinks and cakes - which were consumed in mere minutes - you return to retrieve the empty plates and cups. 

“Let me help you with that.” Eren takes the plates from you as you seemingly struggle with balancing everything. You don’t even have time to protest as he smiles down at you and gestures for you to walk. With a stubborn huff you stalk back to the counter, to the kitchen area and place the cups in your hands in the sink.

“Thank you,” you nod towards Eren and retrieve the pile of plates from him.

“No problem,” Eren places his now empty hands on the counter and leans forward, resuming the same position he did when he first came in. 

Upon your return from behind the counter, you are not so surprised to see that Eren was still there. 

“Have any plans tomorrow?” His voice is smooth as he talks with a slight smile.

“I have class. The same class as you.”

“Oh shit, you’re right,” he lets out a dismissive chuckle, you internally frown at his inability to remember his timetable.

“How about after that? Are you free?” 

“I have work.”

“Well, that’s just too bad,” he shakes his head, but keeps the smile on his stupidly attractive face. 

“I guess so,” your voice lacks playfulness, remaining rather unbothered. 

“Eren, we’re going now,” Sasha appears next to him.

Eren’s eyes remain on yours, seemingly searching for something that you’re unsure of. 

“I guess I’ll see you tomorrow, Y/N,” he stands up straight now, hands retreating to the depths of his pockets.

“I guess you will.”

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This morning you find yourself walking into class early, much to your delight. You sit down in the same spot you did last time, except the seat next to you is now vacant. As you are in the middle of pulling out your laptop and notebook, you noticed a tall figure occupying the space next to you.

“Not late this morning?” You recognise the teasing tone.

You don’t respond, instead just shake your head no, without even sparing a glance at Eren. He just chuckles and takes the seat behind you. 

Soon the professor walks into the room, his  booming voice soaring over the rows of students, announcing that the class will begin.

“We are going to begin a new project today,” this is met with quiet groans and face palms by a few students around you.

“This project requires you to work in pairs, that I will randomly assign, and-”

The rest of his sentence is going through one ear and out the other as your mind races. Knowing your luck, you will be paired with Eren. 

“I will now assign the pairs.”

You listen in anticipation as the professor lists names that will be paired together. You watch students look at each other and smile, some looking around awkwardly as they don’t recognise the person they are paired with. 

“Y/N L/N and-” please no, please no, “ Eren Jaeger.”

You almost scream out of despair. 

As the professor continues to list names, you feel the burning eyes staring into you from behind. Once the professor concludes the lesson, encouraging everyone to have a nice day and to make headway on the project, there is a symphony of chairs pulling against carpet and bags being zipped. 

“Well, isn’t this a coincidence, or maybe fate?” Eren stands in front of you, bag slung over one shoulder, hands in his pockets as he stares down at you. 

You stare unamused at Eren. 

“Your place or mine?” The question causes you to audibly gasp which elects a satisfied chuckle from Eren. 

“For the project? Don’t get ahead of yourself, princess,” the pet name makes you inwardly gag.

“I have work tomorrow, I finish at 3. Why don’t we meet then?” A flash of disappointment crosses Eren’s face, but is quickly replaced by his signature smirk. 

“Sure thing. See you tomorrow, princess.” 

You remain in your place as you watch Eren’s figure disappear out of the door. 

It seems your agenda to avoid Eren Jaeger just got harder.

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Apologies for the slow burn, but trust me, there will be smut! Anyway, I hope you have a lovely day/night (っ ͡ᵔ ㅅ ͡ᵔ)っ🎔

I also realised this is my first non Hyunjin fanfiction on here hehe. I do have many anime character fanfictions in my drafts so if you're an anime fan look forward to those! ♡

BETTER THAN ME

Hello! I wrote this after seeing a video of Hyunjin from this vlive ^^^

Something about slightly - and healthy - posessive sub!Hyunjin makes my brain short circuit, so I couldn't resist writing a fic about it. Please enjoy!

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Warnings - sub!Hyunjin, dom!reader, fem!reader, jealous!Hyunjin, established relationship, college!au, handjob, rim job, pegging, begging, praise, petnames (baby, pretty boy), mommy kink, use of toys (onahole), riding (male! receiving)

Word count - 3.1k

Summary - Hyunjin can't help but feel jealous after seeing your fellow classmate get too friendly with you. So, he decides to let you know that he's the only one for you.

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For the third time this week, Hyunjin found himself tensing up as he watched a classmate of yours get in your personal space amidst a "friendly" conversation. Hyunjin stood just out of earshot as he awaited your presence. You hadn't noticed him yet as you were too engrossed in the conversation you were having. Hyunjin's eyes narrowed in irritation as he watched the boy laugh a little too hard and place a hand on your shoulder. You brushed it off and said a few final words before bidding farewell. Immediately, you turned and pulled your phone from your pocket. Hyunjin felt the faint buzz in his pocket. Upon retrieving the phone, he saw that you were calling him. He accepted it with the irritated pout still on his lips.

"Hey, baby! Where are you? We're still meeting up now, right?" Hyunjin watched as you stood in place, looking around the area just outside of the campus library. Hyunjin was seated under a tree across the lawn, amidst a great handful of other students so he was fairly well hidden.

"Yeah, I'm actually here now." Instantly, your head shot up, your eyes searching the area for Hyunjin. 

"Where are you, baby, I can't se- oh," your eyes lit up as they landed on Hyunjin, shaded under the blossoming tree. A smile manifested on your face as you weaved your way through the students that acted as hurdles to Hyunjin. As soon as you reached him you slid in beside him and gave him a kiss on the cheek. 

"Hey, baby. I hope I didn't keep you waiting long," your hand brushed back strands of long hair that managed to fall from Hyunjin's once neat ponytail. 

The action was so tender and wholesome that Hyunjin's jealousy melted away. For now. Hyunjin knew you would never betray his love and loyalty, he knew it more than he knew his own name. It wasn't you, no, it was that classmate. Hyunjin saw the way he smiled at you, eyes hopeful and lingering. It made his blood boil and his jaw tight. 

"Hey, Jinnie? Are you okay, pretty?" Your voice was now concerned and confused as you searched his eyes for the reason behind his quiet and distant demeanour. 

Hyunjin shook his head lightly, trying to shake the lingering grips of jealousy out of his system. 

"Sorry, just a lot in my mind. Assignments are a bitch," he tried his best to give you a reassuring smile. It didn't work however as your frown deepened. 

 A moment of silence, you didn't dare break eye contact with Hyunjin as you tried to pry him open. But he didn't budge. There's no way Hyunjin could let you know of his petty jealousy. 

You let out a defeated sigh and the frown was replaced with a reassuring smile, which held genuinity where Hyunjin's lacked. 

"Tell you what, why don't we just go back to mine and have a movie night in instead of going out?" Hyunjin gave you a nod and a real smile this time. Quality and alone time with you always made Hyunjin feel better. 

"Come on then." You stood and reached your hand out for Hyunjin to take.

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"Nnggh - fuck, aaah," Hyunjin's hips bucked off the bed, chasing your teasing hand. The movie long forgotten in the background as you worked your hand slowly up and down Hyunjin's leaking cock. 

"Such a pretty boy, aren't you? My pretty boy." You coo as you stroke his cock faster, causing Hyunjin's thighs to tremble as his back arches beautifully off the bed. 

"Mmmm, all y-yours, 'm all yours," Hyunjin's hands tightly grip the bed sheets, turning his knuckles white. You smile, pleased at his response. 

The bed groans under the weight of you both as Hyunjin thrushes around and you begin to manoeuvre from his side to between his shaking legs. Your hands abandon Hyunjin's cock to remove his pants completely. Once he is free from the confines of his pants, you push Hyunjin's legs apart further to rest more comfortably. Your hand resumes its pace on his weeping cock, gaining speed. 

"Nnnghh, yes, yes," Hyunjin always sounds so pretty when he's like this. Needy, desperate and so, so obedient. However, you notice he seems more needy than usual, which is saying a lot as Hyunjin is by nature, very needy. You can sense a difference in the way he keeps eye contact, desperate for your praise and approval. How he whines louder every time your eyes leave his, even for a second, demanding your attention. You push the thought aside for the time being as you slide onto your stomach to be level with his red cock. Your lips enclose around his leaking tip, tongue pressing into his slit before circling around. The action pulls a long, breathy moan from Hyunjin. One of his hands releases its death grip on the bed sheets to reach for one of your hands. You happily oblige, interlocking fingers with his own. 

"M-mommy," Hyunjin's body feels tense as he can feel his orgasm fast approaching. You lick a warm stripe from the tip of his cock down his shaft, lips closing around his heavy ball - alternating between the two - before continuing down to his hole. As soon as Hyunjin feels the warmth encircling his needy hole, he cries out. 

“Ahh, yes, yes, more m-mommy,” a cry tears itself out from Hyunjin as your tongue enters his hole. The intrusion causes Hyunjin’s thighs to shake and his back to arch. Your hand continues to stroke Hyunjin’s cock up and down, in sync with the thrusting of your tongue in and out of his tight hole. Hyunjin feels the pressure quickly building in his stomach. Hyunjin’s back aches, his head pushes back into the pillow behind his head as he squeezes your hand that is still interlocked with his; a warning that he is close. 

“Mommy, nggh, I’m gonna cum, please, please.” The sweet sounds of his whines and begs only make you speed up your movements, adding more force. Your lips detach from Hyunjin’s hole to murmur a yes, come for me. As soon as you speak the words Hyunjin lets out a cry, hips bucking up into your hand on their own accord. His pearly cum paints his trembling abdomen. As always, Hyunjin is a sight to behold. Sharp lines and taught muscles as he shakes through the pleasure. His face is an embodiment of lustful beauty. The hand that is interlocked with yours tightens and shakes in your grasp. 

Your hand does not stop sliding up and down his cock as you want to get every last drop. Once you feel his body relax under your touch, breath slowing down, you stop and sit on your knees to get a look at him. You try to unlock your fingers from his but Hyunjin just lets out a sigh of disapproval and shakes his head with a pout - all while he lays covered in sweat and cum, eyes still closed in exhaustion. 

“I’ve got to clean you up, pretty boy,” you try to explain but Hyunjin just shakes his head again and holds your hand tighter. You can’t help but laugh at his needy behaviour, letting him have his way - for now. Not even a minute passes before Hyunjin is opening his eyes, slightly sitting up to rest against the headboard. The look in his eyes tells you that he’s not yet satisfied. So it’s gonna be one of those days, you think. 

“What do you want, baby?” Your voice is gentle and soft, your free hand rubbing his thigh in a soothing manner. Hyunjin’s eyes drop as he looks at you. 

“Want Mommy’s cock,” he almost whines out. 

You smile in response and nod your head. “Okay, lovely. But you’re going to have to let go of my hand so I can get the strap, okay?”

Reluctantly, Hyunjin lets go of your hand so you can slide out from between his legs and off the bed to the closet where you keep a small box with your toys that you use on Hyunjin. You pull the harness and strap out of the box, along with another one of Hyunjin’s favourite toys; a transparent onahole. Hyunjin waits restlessly on the bed. 

“Why don’t you prep yourself for me, baby? While I get this on,” you hand Hyunjin a bottle of lube. He nods eagerly, taking the lube from you and opening it to pour it on his fingers. He immediately brings his fingers to his hole, circling them around before slowly slipping them in. The stretch pulls a breathy moan from Hyunjin. Although it feels good Hyunjin can’t help but yearn for your touch. He wants you, all of you. He wants your mind, body and soul just as you have his. He is all yours and he wants to remind you just how devoted he is to you. How desperate he is for you. The thoughts prompt Hyunjin to speed up, two fingers plummeting in and out, quicker as he grows more needy. Meanwhile, you fasten the harness on, securing the strap on as well. You place the onahole on the bedside table as Hyunjin is distracted, wanting to use it as a surprise. He has been such a good boy lately and you think he deserves a reward. 

Hyunjin’s eyes flutter closed at the pleasure that washes through him so he misses as you approach the bed again. You stand watching him as he bucks his hips up into his fingers, desperate for more. His cock lays hard against his stomach, still covered in his cum from his last orgasm. Hyunjin’s eyes shoot open as he feels the bed dip from your weight. The sight of you with the strap on makes Hyunjin moan, hips bucking up into his fingers.

“Fuck me, p-please,” as you resume position between his legs, Hyunjin retreats his fingers from his hole, wiping them dry on the sheets before wrapping his arms around your neck, pulling you closer. You almost laugh at his neediness but instead you place a kiss on his forehead, a tender and soft moment amidst a heated one. 

“You want mommy’s cock? You want mommy to fuck you like you deserve, yeah?” you can’t help but tease. Your hand reaches between you both to grab the base of the fake cock. You rub it up and down his hole, teasing him. The action only makes Hyunjin whine. 

“Yes, yes, want mommy to fuck me dumb, please,” Hyunjin’s hand reaches down between you both to grab ahold of the plastic cock, he rolls his hips up to help insert it inside his hole. You allow him to do as he pleases. He shudders as the tip slides in. Hyunjin begins to move so the strap slides all the way in. Once you have bottomed out in him, your hands grab hold of Hyunjin’s hips, you lean back onto your knees to gain better control before you smile down at Hyunjin and then thrust in and out of him at a steady pace. Hyunjin’s lips fall open to let out whiny moan after whiny moan. His hands scramble to find purchase. They settle for the bedsheets, twisting them to try to ground himself. Your hips slap against Hyunjin. You speed up, rising to lean over Hyunjin. Your hands slide under his thighs to bend them against his chest. The position allows you to reach deep into Hyunjin. Each stroke rubbed deliciously against his prostate. Hyunjin feels like he could cum any second. 

“M-mommy, faster - ahh - pleeaasee,” his begs turn into a whine as you fuck him faster. His hips grind to meet your thrust. 

“Such a good boy, letting mommy fuck him dumb. Your mommy’s good boy, aren’t you?” you coo down at him, smile teasing. 

“Yes, yes, I’m mommy’s g-good boy, all yours.” He looks at you with a heavy look in his eyes. You can tell there’s something on his mind, even now as he’s getting fucked stupid. 

“Yes, baby. You’re all mommy’s. All mine. Only mine,” you growl as you lean down to lay flat against his chest. Hyunjin wraps his arms around your neck, pulling you down so he can pour his lust, neediness and love into a kiss. His lips vibrate against your own as he moans. 

“T-tell me again, please. Nggh - tell me I’m y-yours,” his voice is desperate as he pleads to you. 

You kiss his lips again, thrust gaining speed as you fuck into his greedy hole. Your tongue massages his own, sending a shiver through Hyunjin. Your hand grabs a hold of his hair that lays sprawled out underneath him. Your teeth lightly sink into his plump bottom lip before pulling away. A string of saliva connects you both, Hyunjin’s chest heaves up and down as he tries to regain his breath. 

“You’re all mommy’s. My pretty boy, only mine.” Your lips press a kiss to his neck, teeth sinking into the pale skin there. Hyunjin cries out in pleasure - from both the bite and the words. He can feel his orgasm approaching as your thrust drill into his prostate. 

“I’m y-yours, only yours.” 

“And I’m all yours, pretty,” your hand reaches for the onahole on the bedside tables. Hyunjin’s eyes follow your hand. He moans out loud once he sees the toy. The copious amount of precum leaking from his cock, combined with the cum from his last orgasm act as lube as you slide the toy down his cock. Hyunjin almost screams at the pleasure. The feeling is overwhelming, causing Hyunjin to dig his fingers into your waist. 

“Ahhh, I’m gonna c-cum, mommy, p-please,” his words slur together as his head thrashes from side to side. Your hand speeds up, in sync with your thrust.

“Cum for mommy, baby boy.” Hyunjin is overtaken with a strong desire that he cannot place; possessiveness? Jealousy? Perhaps a mix of both, but whatever the reason Hyunjin uses his strength to flip you onto your back. You look at him clearly surprised as he has never acted out like this before. You both knew that he was stronger than you and could easily overpower you whenever, but he never had a reason to before. 

The strap had slid out of his hole during the manoeuvre and it lay against your stomach. You stare up at Hyunjin, curious as to where this would lead. You tilt your head at him in a questioning manner. 

“Wanna ride mommy,” he confesses. Riding your strap had always been something that Hyunjin fantasised about, the act seeming so intimate. 

“Go ahead, baby,” you smirked up at him, your hands rubbing his waist. Hyunjin leaned up on his knees, resting them on either side of you. His hand reaches back to grab a hold of the strap before he lines it up and slowly eases down onto it. The stretch feels somehow different in this position. Hyunjin shakes as he eases all the way down. He sits flush against you, whimpering like a dog as he tries to get used to the overwhelming feeling. 

“Ride me, baby. Show me you’re mine,” your words seem to ignite something in Hyunjin as he moans and begins to rise up and down. He places his hands flat on your stomach as he continues to bounce up and down. Sweat coats his body, muscles tight as he moves. The sight has your pussy throbbing with an intense need. 

Hyunjin begins to move faster, eyes rolling back as the strap strokes against his prostate. 

“Nggh, you’re mine, mommy. Only mine, n-no one else's. Ahh, I’m your slut a-and you’re my m-mommy- fuck,” Hyunjin rambles on as his ass slaps against your thighs as he fucks himself harder and faster on to the strap. This is a side that you’ve never seen from Hyunjin before. You’re more turned on then you’ve ever been as you watch him desperately fuck himself on your strap while claiming you as his. 

“That’s right, baby. I’m only yours. Your mommy.” The words send a shock through Hyunjin. 

“I-I’m the only one for you. Fuck - the only one who g-gets to fuck you, to l-love you. Only me, no one else,” he whines as his orgasm approaches again. His words cause you to feel a little confused. Hyunjin has never expressed such possessive thoughts before. 

“Only me. Not that s-stupid boy from your c-class - nggh - “

Oh. It all clicks into place now. A smirk plasters itself on your face at the revelation. So that’s why Hyunjin’s acting so possessive, he’s jealous. 

“Oh, baby. No one could ever compare to you. Look at you, fucking yourself on my cock, so desperate for me, yeah?” Your hands rub up and down Hyunjin’s waist in a reassuring manner.

“No one is better than you, baby boy. You’re the only one for mommy.” 

Hyunjin almost cries at your words. His fingers dig into the skin on your waist as his hips move at a cruel pace. Your hand reaches over to retrieve the forgotten onahole. As Hyunjin is distracted you slip it on his weeping cock. 

“Ahh!” Hyunjin cries out at the delicious pleasure coursing through his whole body. It is an almost numbing pleasure. His vision begins to blur as his mind grows fuzzy. Your hand speeds up, slick sounds from the onahole growing louder. 

“Come on, baby. Cum for mommy, show me you’re mine.” Hyunjin reaches for your free hand, interlocking his fingers with yours once again before letting out a shrill scream. His entire body shakes with pleasure as rope after rope of cum paints your hand, his trembling stomach and your own sweat slick stomach. Hyunjin’s hips grind down against the strap, riding out every last wave of pleasure. Your hand comes to a stop as Hyunjin’s body stops shaking. He falls forward in an exhausted heap, arms wrapping around you. You remove the onahole and place it on the bedside table for the time being, hands finding their way to his sweaty back. Your hands rub his back in a soothing manner, feeling his breath start to go back to normal. 

“Sorry if I was a bit too intense,” Hyunjin’s words slur against your shoulder but you hear him clear, nonetheless. 

“Jinnie, that was the hottest thing I have ever experienced, okay? But, there’s no need for you to worry about my classmate because that is all that he is. A classmate. No one could ever, ever come close to you.” You mean every word, Hyunjin is all you have ever wanted and needed. He has your mind, body and soul. 

Hyunjin blushes at the words and you can feel his lips smile against your skin. 

“No one is better than you, my pretty boy.” Your arms squeeze Hyunjin’s waist, pressing him close to you. 

“No one is better than me,” Hyunjin chuckles and tightly squeezes you closer to him. 

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That brings us to the end of this fic! I finished this while hunched over my laptop in the middle of the night, that is what my life has come to. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed it!

I hope you have a good day/night <3

A (NOT SO) CLICHÉ STORY: THE PLAYER AND THE NERD

Hello! Here is the long awaited part 2 to the sub! Eren fic. I apologize for how long it took - like three months ¯_( ͡👁️ ͜ʖ ͡👁️)_/¯ - but it is now here. There will be one last part (which will be all smut, oof) Please enjoy <3

Warnings - sub!Eren, dom!reader, f!reader, cringy Eren, college!au, use of petnames (princess, pretty boy), making out

Chapter Summary - Eren continues to woo you into submitting to him, however, after his plan backfires he finds himself in a comprising position.

Word count - 4k

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PART TWO - CHANGE OF PLANS!

There were exactly twenty-five minutes until your shift ended. You stared at the clock like you had a personal vendetta against it, hating every second that passed because that meant you were that much closer to meeting with Eren. That is if he remembered to show up. Which you prayed he wouldn't. Usually you would be angry if someone stood you up when planning to meet, but right now that sounded like the best thing ever. 

Ten minutes passed - fifteen minutes until the predetermined meeting time - when the bell rang to signal a new arrival. You were preoccupied stocking the refill napkins under the counter when you sensed a figure hovering over the edge of the counter. 

"Hi, sorry, I won't be a second," you struggled to balance the uneven piles of napkins on each other, the fragile structure threatening to topple over. 

"Take your time," once hearing that teasing voice you froze. Hesitantly you looked up to see Eren peering over the counter at you in amusement. 

You scramble to stand up, a little embarrassed to be caught off guard in a compromising position. 

"What are you doing here?" 

Eren chuckles at your annoyed tone, "you told me to meet you here, princess."

"I said at three, it's only two forty-five." 

"Well then, I guess I'll just wait for you." Eren flashes a wide smile at you, leaning forward.

"Go sit down then, I just need to finish a few things," before waiting for a response, you turn around to retreat into the kitchen. As soon as you are out of Eren's sight you grip the counter out if annoyance, eyes shut and lips parted to release deep breaths. Something about Eren annoys you to an extent that you can hardly describe. His stupid cocky smile, the playful hint in his eyes, his damn manbun and those stupid muscles. Oh. Oh. You realise something that deeply disturbs you. You find Eren very, very attractive. Eren, the cocky, unfaithful and arrogant dude that has slept with half the girls you know and who lacks any sense of commitment. Sure you never denied the fact that he is easy on the eyes but you feel attraction towards him. You realise your attraction runs deep, in a way that makes you feel a strong need to see him crying and begging underneath you. To watch him fall apart under your touch and whine for you to please let him-

"Hey, Y/N," the sudden intrusion startles you, causing you to jump three feet in the air. 

"Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you." Your co-worker - a kind lady in her late fifties- approaches you with a warm smile, hands up in feign defence. 

"Seems like you were deep in thought, you didn't hear me call out the first time," she muses.

"I can take over now," she claps her hands together to reinforce her readiness.

"I still have ten minutes left on my shift."

"Don't worry about it, I see you have a handsome young man waiting for you out there," she raises her eyebrows suggestively. 

You blush a deep crimson, unsure of how to respond.

"See you Thursday. Have fun while you're young, love," she pats your shoulders and then gently pushes you towards the doorway, encouraging you to leave. After retrieving your belongings, you make your way out into the main area of the store.

Eren stands to the far left of the counter, absentmindedly scrolling through his phone. You approach him with a slight grimance on your face, the image of him fucked out beneath you nagging at your conciousness. Upon your arrival Eren quickly switches his phone off and turns all of his attention towards you. 

"Ready, princess?" The pet name makes you scoff, the urge to choke him overwhelming. Now that's an idea.  

You walk past him and up the stairs to reach the second level of the desert shop. You feel a little uneasy as you can feel the burning of eyes on you as you walk one step at a time.

The stairs open up onto a large floor with scattered tables and chairs, grand windows exposing the naked trees and passing strangers. A young couple - presumably teenagers - occupy one of the tables, huddled close and sharing a cake. You internally smile at the wholesomeness of the scene before you. They look so in love.

"I give them a week, two if I'm being generous," Eren leans down to whisper his uncalled for opinon into your ear.

"Not everyone is incapable of maintaining a long term relationship, Eren."

"Are you referring to me, Princess?" 

His voice makes him appear offended but his face lacks any sign of actually being hurt by your words. 

"Yes." You deadpan, which causes Eren to smile in amusement.

Before you can reach out for your chair, Eren's large hand grasps it and obnoxiously pulls it out, free hand dramatically gesturing for you to take a seat.

The stubborn, petty side of you wants to slap his hand away and pull out the chair yourself but you sit down while mumbling a thank you, nevertheless.

As soon as you are seated you take out your laptop and notebook from your bag.

Upon seeing this Eren laughs, "what are you doing?" 

The look that manifest on your face is a mix of confusion and slight irritation

"What do you mean?"

"Are you actually gonna do work right now?" 

The question leaves you dumbfounded.

"Um? That's the whole point of us meeting right now."

"And here I thought you were just trying to spend time with me," he leans his cheek into his palm, elbow resting on the table.

The confusion on your face is overrun by irritation.

"If you're just gonna play around, I'm gonna go," you reinforce your threat by standing, to which Eren straightens up, his teasing demeanour wavering.

"Hey, hey, I was just joking. Damn, you're really gonna make me work on a school project in my free time? Weeks before it's due? You are cruel, aren't you?" 

"Cruel? Oh, you have no idea," Eren quirks his brow in curiosity, internally debating what your words were alluding to. No words are spoken for several minutes as you set up a document for your and Eren's planning and research.

"So, I was thinking that I could cover areas one through to three, and you do four through to six. That is, if it's okay with you." 

Eren takes slow blinks at you, clearly not listening to anything you were saying. 

"Eren?" 

"Sorry, what was that?" He flashes a teasing smile.

An audible breath is inhaled by you, you have to remind yourself that this is for your education. 

"I'm just kidding, princess. Wow, you're really cute when you're mad." 

A quiet laugh is heard from two tables over, from the young couple that stares amusedly at the two of you. 

"Oh my god, they are such a cute couple," the girl whispers to her boyfriend. 

Upon hearing this your face instantly screws up. 

"Did you hear that, they think we're a cute couple," he leans forward, long strands slipping from his messy ponytail and fanning over his forehead. You almost reach forward to brush them away out of instinct, but very quickly stop yourself when you see how Eren eyes you up and down.

"We are clearly not going to get any work done, why don't I just share the project with you and we meet up another time," as you begin to shut your laptop and pack it away, Eren grabs your wrist.

"Hey, hey, sure we don't have to do work now but why don't we just hang out, yeah?" A strong 'no' hangs heavy in the back of your throat but for some unforeseen and unbeknown reason, you find yourself placing your hands flat on the table and nodding your head.

"Fine. But not for long, I have to get home to feed my cats," your arms cross in front of you defiantly and an annoyed pout pulls at your lips. 

"Oh, you have cats? I'm more of a dog person," Eren's hands retreat back to the edge of the table, fumbling with a sugar packet he plucked from the container in the middle of the table. 

"Well, I guess that's another thing we don't have in common." 

"Oh yeah, and what else don't we have in common, princess?" 

"Work ethic. Priorities, loyalty," you whisper the last one out of pettiness, and you know that was low of you but at this point you have little to no energy to play nice with Eren.

"What was that last one? Loyalty? Pfft, you're insinuating that I'm a player, right? Princess, all of the girls I've been with all come to me knowing what they're signing up for. That's on them, not me, sweetheart." Eren speaks in a nonchalant way, as if discussing his favourite ice cream flavour.

You scoff at his dismissiveness and arrogance. The urge to choke him while riding him increases. You're sure that would put him in his place, make him shut his pretty, but annoying, mouth. 

"Awe, are you jealous? If you wanted me to fuck you, you could've simply asked," Eren leans forward, loose strands of hair falling over his face. 

"Oh please, it wouldn't be me getting fucked," you snarl, arms folding over your chest, a heavy look in your eyes. Eren instantly leans back in surprise.

He lets out a breathy laugh, "and what does that mean?". 

Now it's your turn to lean forward, your hands rest on the table in front of you in a casual manner.

"It means, you wouldn't be fucking me, princess. I'd make sure to put you in your place and shut that pretty mouth up." 

The air becomes thick with tension. Eren cannot believe his ears. It seems that his perception of you; studious, innocent and a subby brat (just like every other girl he toys with) was wrong. The confusion and something unreadable drains from Eren's face and is replaced by his usual cocky smirk. Eren just figures you must be extra bratty, someone that's gonna put up a fight. 

"Ha ha, nice joke. We both know you don't have it in you to dom," Eren leans closer, so close you can feel the warmth of his breath, "you're just another little brat that needs to be fucked into line," he sits back, a satisfied smirk on his face. He felt victorious, like he hit a nerve. That was until he saw the look on your face. It instantly makes his stomach drop and his smirk falter. Your bottom lip is pulled under your teeth as you try your hardest to suppress your laughter. Your eyebrows are knitted together in a baffled manner. You really cannot believe that this guy, Eren Jaeger, manages to have tons of girls swooning over him. His arrogance and cringe inducing words make it very hard for you to understand the appeal. 

"Okay. For the sake of the project, I'm gonna give you my number and then I'm gonna leave, okay?" Eren's cold eyes blink in confusion, he cannot comprehend the situation at hand but once you slide a napkin with your phone number scribbled on it, he finally snaps out of it. Despite how much he wants to grab your hand and yank you back down, he also doesn't want to appear desperate. No way will he, Eren Jaeger, be seen begging someone to stay with him. Especially a brat like you. As he watches you pack up your things and give him a quick smile before leaving, he realises something.

There was no way in hell he was going to let you get away without submitting to him. Even if it takes all year, no one tells Eren what to do. 

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A couple days go by with no word from Eren. You haven't seen him around campus and haven't had the shared class with him, yet. You have a feeling today that will change as you enter the hallway leading to the lecture room and are bombarded with gossiping girls. Without even hearing their conversation, you just know that they are talking about Eren. With the way they are giggling and slightly pushing each other's shoulders in between said giggles. It seems you were right as you walk past them and catch wind of their conversation.

"Oh my god, I knew you were up to something when you disappeared! I wouldn't have guessed you all up on Eren Jaeger!" One squealed to her friend, linking her arm with the others.

"Please, it was more like he was all up in me, gosh, his reputation does not do justice, the man is a sex god! I swear he's the best dick I've ever had," you cringe at the information you really could've gone your whole life without knowing.

You quickly turn the corner to escape the squealing girls and push open the heavy lecture room door. 

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However, an important part of the conversation was missed by you as the following words would've been of great relevance. 

"Yeah, but when he came I'm pretty sure he moaned another girl's name," the girl folded her arms over her chest and pouted at the embarrassing memory. Her friends gasped and leaned in closer, angry and interested to know who could be occupying the great Eren Jaeger's mind.

"Whose name?" 

"I'm not completely sure, but it sounded like Y/N? I don't even know who that is!" 

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As if spoken into existence, Eren sits leaning back in his chair, mindlessly scrolling on his phone. You take your usual seat next to your friend and prepare for the class. Of course, with Eren around it is not a simple task. The burn of someone staring at you is making your skin itch but you try to ignore him. The professor walks in and the lecture commences. Usually, you would be focused and attentive throughout the entirety of the lesson, but a nagging voice in the back of your head keeps informing you that there are a pair of cold, piercing eyes staring at you. You give in to the voice and to no surprise you make contact with the aforementioned eyes. Eren smiles and lazily waves at you, you give a tight smile back, but from the fire in your eyes he knows it is far from friendly. Another hour passes before the professor finally comes to a conclusion, encouraging everyone to do the project and to remember to stay hydrated. Quickly, you pack up your things and rush out the door amongst a sea of students, hoping to slip out before Eren can stop you. 

It seems to be futile as Eren's musky scent clouds you as his hand lightly grabs your shoulder to turn your body towards him.  

"Hey, Princess. How about we work on the project today?" His question genuinely shocks you. Eren, the Eren, wants to work on the project. However, you know that there is something behind this as you don't miss the mischievous glint in Eren's eyes. 

"Sure, we can go to a cafe nearby or -"

"I was thinking how 'bout we do it at your place? You know, I can't focus in a loud environment, it's distracting." There it is. You just knew there would be a catch, an ulterior motive to Eren suggesting you both work on the project. (A.N please remember to not invite strangers into your home! Stay safe people!)

You scoff at his suggestion, the damn nerve of this guy, just inviting himself to your apartment. 

However, the irritation subsides and now you see that there is a hidden opportunity in this. A chance to finally knock him down a peg - with some pegging - and put him in his place. 

"You know what, sure. When are you free?" Eren's eyebrows raise in surprise, he is probably surprised that you compiled so easily and didn't put up a fight. But he is not about to let this opportunity slide.

"I'm free now, princess," his smirk is teasing. You smile, a real one this time, as you think that soon he won't be so smug. 

"What a coincidence, so am I."

"Well then, shall we get going?" Eren gestures his hand in front of you to encourage you to lead the way. 

"Follow me, pretty boy," the instant the pet name leaves your lips Eren is stunned. No one, no one, has called him pretty. Handsome, hot, sexy, even attractive are more common adjectives used to describe him. The pet name makes him blush and his smug smirk falters before he picks himself up and chuckles, pretending to rub something off his face to hide his red cheeks.

Luckily, the walk from the campus to your apartment is very short. The air between you both is quiet, however, it is thick with impending tension. You walk a step ahead of Eren, a smirk on your face as you plan out all the things you're going to do to him.

As you enter your apartment, Eren can feel the air shift. It makes him slightly on edge as he can't quite place what this building feeling is. You pay no mind, simply just venturing into your apartment and welcoming your cats as they curl around your ankles in greeting. 

"Hello babies," you coo and drop down to pat them. Eren watches in amusement, the tension he was feeling melting away as he reminds himself of his plan. His plan to finally make you submit to him, to make your bratty ass beg and scream under him. You approach Eren with a ball of fluff in your arms. The grey cat in your arms growls and hisses at Eren.

"Awe, he doesn't like you," you chuckle and let your cat run and hide from this scary looking stranger. 

"Pfft, this is why I don't like cats," he grumbles, lowkey offended by the cat's reaction to him.

"Hey, no cat slander here," you scowl at Eren, hands on your hips.

"You are just so cute," Eren muses, finger booping your nose. The action reminds you of your plan. 

"Well, should we get to work then?" The lack of reaction from you has Eren confused but he doesn't mind it. Instead he just follows you as you walk through the open living space and into a room - that turns out to be your bedroom.

Eren takes a moment to take in his surroundings, standing at the entrance of your bedroom and slowly looking around. He notices the sweet scent that fills the room, it smells of you. Sweet vanilla and your perfume. It makes his mind foggy, being completely surrounded by you. He is pulled out of his trance when he hears the bed make a quiet creek as you sit down in the middle, patting the space beside you. The image - you on your bed, beckoning him to join you - has Eren smirking. The bed dips under the weight of Eren's body. He's sitting so close you can feel the warmth radiating off of his body. 

"Is this where the magic happens?" He pats the soft bed under his palms, eyebrow quirk  in a teasing manner. 

"If by magic you mean school work, then yes," you reach over and retrieve your laptop from the bedside table. Eren huffs in both defeat and amusement at your comment. 

"Huh, you're no fun, princess," the bed quietly groans as Eren lays back on it. This change in position is almost too much for you. Seeing Eren laying flat on his back with his hands behind his head, eyes bright with mischief and desire. You could almost straddle him and get to work right now. But no. If you want to teach Eren a lesson, you have to be patient and wait for the right moment. 

"Stop calling me princess. And sit up, how are you gonna do work while you're laying down?" You gently slap his thigh to encourage him and the slight sting makes Eren jolt up. His face is burning bright red as he stares at you with a look of utter shock. The reaction only causes the burning inside of you to double. 

"That got you up, here read through this and tell me what you think," you try to act nonchalant as you pass Eren a small stack of highlighted and annotated notes relating to the assignment. With a shaky and uncertain hand, Eren retrieves the notes. He clears his throat in an attempt to regain some self control and composition. But as he's staring blankly at the notes - none of the information processing - all he can think about is the way your eyes darkened as you slapped him. The way the pain felt almost like pleasure and how he could tell you were only giving a glimpse of your strength; of what you could do. His eyes constantly flicker to you as you type away at your laptop, highlighting and annotating research. 

“What?” you say without even a glance at Eren. That causes Eren to straighten up and put his confident act back on. 

“I’m just getting bored here, princess. I mean, there are way more fun things we could be doing right now.” Eren drops the stack of notes beside him and shuffles so he’s closer to you. 

Let the plan commence. 

“Oh really? Like what, hmm?” you slide your laptop away from you and Eren is almost surprised at the fact you seem to be playing along with his finactics. Nevertheless, this only fuels his ego and so he places a light touch on your hand that slowly makes its way up your arm, stalling on your neck before finally cupping your cheek. You almost want to laugh but try to look at Eren with doe eyes. You want him to believe that he has the upper hand here, the control. Provide him with a false sense of security before turning the tables and teaching him his lesson. Eren smirks as he sees the innocent and compliant look in your eyes. 

There we go, I knew you were just a bratty sub, he thinks to himself. 

“Let me show you a fun time, princess, yeah?” Eren starts to rise, pushing you down on the bed until you are flat on your back and he’s hovering over you. 

“How?” you ensure to bat your eyelashes as you feign an innocent and naive look. 

“Like this,” Eren leans down and kisses you. You are surprised at how softly he does it, but then as you start to kiss back he hums in approval and deepens the kiss. His hand slides from your cheek to your neck where he places light pressure there. His tongue slides across your bottom lip before slipping inside your mouth. His mouth tastes of vanilla and it is honestly a little disarming just how good it feels. Now you understand the hype around this playboy. He knows what he’s doing. You pull away from him to catch your breath, as well as slide further up the bed until you're near your headboard. You beckon him to you and he complies with a smirk on his face. He slots himself between your thighs and slides his hand up your waist. Now that you can feel his confidence growing you start to push back a little. Eren moans into your mouth as you bite down on his bottom lip before running your tongue along it. You suck his tongue into your mouth while grinding your hips up into his. Eren shivers at the pleasure. You pull away from Eren’s lips and look at him with a dark look of lust that makes Eren’s breath hitch. That innocent and submissive look is long gone and now Eren begins to understand what is happening. However, he is too late as you flip him onto his back. Eren is disoriented by the sudden change of your demeanour and his position. His wrists are pinned down on the bed by your hands. 

You look down at Eren with a dominant and confident look that only makes his cock harder. You chuckle a little at the look of disbelief and surprise on his face. 

“Now, let me teach you a little lesson, princess,” you whisper into his ear before kissing down his neck. 

Oh shit, Eren thinks to himself as he feels his grip on dominance slip away with every kiss you place on his skin. 

This is only the beginning of what you have planned. 

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Please bare with me as I now try to write a very steamy and passionate smut scene that perfectly encapsulates how badly I want to fuck Eren up.

I hope you enjoyed it and please, have a good day/night <3

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Finally, here is part two! ( ͡◡ ᴗ ͡◡)@hobilluvvr

My control and power is what you need. You know you need it! Of course you do. You want to be mine, controlled and being obedient for your Muscular Scally Master. Submit like so many of my good boys have. And let me rebuild you. Will I turn you into a dom like my boy @kaithescallylad or will I keep you as just a submissive obedient drone. Time will tell.

I am so wet and horny I need to be fucked ❤︎