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They say that nothing in life is absolute; everything can and will come to an end one way or another.
And even though your parents would always tell you this when you were younger, you had made it your life’s mission to find that one absolute — in the love shared between your first group of girlfriends or the intense infatuation with the boy band you had in middle school.
The fire that fueled your belief in these concepts being everlasting eventually faded away, as is the consequence of growing up. You were starting to resign yourself to the fact that your father’s lame joke was true, that it really was just death and taxes as the only things with finality to them in this world until you finally met your third absolute:
Which was that Eren Jaeger would be the absolute death of you.
You couldn’t be any more different — him being a loud mouthed business major and you, the STEM enthusiast aiming for medical school, and yet fate had brought the two of you together in a freshman gen ed on world democracy. You had planned on spending the semester as a silent observer, speaking only when required, but something about the way he cockily stated his opinions on the structure of the Greek government as though they were facts made you want to punch him in the face.
So you countered him, meeting the challenge in his seafoam green eyes across the lecture hall. You were satisfied, thinking you had finally shut the entitled prick up.
Much to your chagrin, he quirked his full lips into a smirk before saying, “tch, what makes you so sure that I’m wrong, specs?”
It was enough for you to commit to all out war, the both of you proceeding to terrorize your classmates and your poor geriatric professor for the next 15 weeks debating even the most minute difference of opinion.
Here’s your absolute — there’s no way you could hate anyone more than you hated Eren Jaeger.
But that one unraveled just as quickly as the others, all because of one late night library run-in. The words and formulas in your chemistry textbook were starting to blur with the final was less than 12 hours away. You didn’t know what you knew, and the packet of Ruffles you were craving getting caught in the vending machine hook wasn’t making things any easier.
“Maybe try calling the machine stupid, specs!” Eren had called out, that stupid self satisfied grin plastered on his face. You looked back at him glaring daggers, hoping he’d just leave you alone.
Instead, you found his smile faltering, concern washing over his features.
Maybe it was the bags under your eyes or the fact that they were starting to go glassy with tears, but he grabbed your wrist and told you to follow him despite you protesting you had to go back to studying, leading to a spot he had set up on the roof of the library. His book bag was open on a blanket he had set up on the ground, but the only thing he had pulled out was a Nintendo Switch, the faint noises of the game’s background music playing into the night.
“Here,” he said, shoving the very bag of chips you were waiting on into your hands. “You need this more than I do. Take a minute to breathe in the fresh air, specs, you’ll be fine regardless of what happens tomorrow. We all will be.”
“How can you be so sure of that?”
“Why shouldn’t I be? I know what I know.”
“Is that why you’re playing Animal Crossing on the roof instead of reviewing?”
“No use cramming now. Besides, if you study like you debate you’ll have a fighting chance against your final. So take a break and help me build this island? Tom Nook’s being a total bitch and I could use some backup.”
That’s how the story of the whirlwind relationship between the daredevil boy and girl who sought stability in every step she took began. You can’t exactly pinpoint where that hatred turned into love, but you’ve felt it rear its head again when he insists that fostering four dogs in your cramped apartment is a good idea. Or the time when he decided to create an ice bath out of a kiddie pool in the living room to beat the summer heat.
How he could wave off those acts of utter idiocy with an “everything will be absolutely fine” was beyond you — but he was right. The apartment still stands with minimal water damage, and now houses one of the pitbulls from that fateful week. He’s worn you down to be more malleable to his harebrained schemes — and that’s how you end up here, sitting on the beach with him under the dusky sky, feeding each other the white cake you had picked up from the mom and pop bakery you had spotted on the way.
“Do you trust me?” he whispers as he presses a kiss on your forehead.
“Eren Grice Jaeger what are you going to rope me into now?”
He doesn’t bother answering as he scoops you up bridal style, announcing it’s nothing too bad as he carries you towards the shore.
“Eren so help me god if you plan on throwing me into the water I’ll —”
“You’ll what?”
“I’ll end you.” Eren waded to the point where he’s calf deep in the water, swaying slightly as he rocks you back and forth above the dark blue waves.
“Okay,” he agrees, letting you go unceremoniously as you shriek. But just as your toes make contact with the water’s cool surface he’s got you back in his arms again, helping you wrap your legs around his waist as he hoists you back up. You’re clutching on the collar of his dress shirt with a death grip, all while he laughs at your misfortune.
“I hate you,” you huff into his shoulder.
“No you don’t.”
“Yes, I do. If I had to drive back home in a wet polyester dress you would have never heard the end of it.”
“Aw, I should have let you fall then,” Eren remarks, turning so he can meet your gaze. “Would have killed to see this little number turn see through.”
“Pervert.”
“Mmm, but I’m your pervert.” He rests his head on top of yours, the both of you taking in the way the moon hangs in the night sky and the slightly salty breeze coming from the water. It’s rare to get a mundane moment with him, but even those are ones you cherish, the peace a respite from the antics of a fire sign.
He carries you out of the water after a while, insisting that it would be ungentlemanly of him to make you walk.
“Eren, we’re here you can let me go now, you know,” you say, trying to squirm out of his grasp as he fishes for the keys. It’s futile, and he soon ends up tossing you inside into the backseat, sliding in quickly after you and slamming the car door shut. Large hands find their way to your waist so he can pull you back on his lap, your own shooting forward to stabilize yourself on his shoulders. He’s looking at you with half lidded eyes, moving to nuzzle his face in the crook of your neck.
“When’d you get this dress?” he hums, pressing open mouthed kisses along the column of your throat as he plays with the hem. “It’s pretty.”
Your breath hitches as he makes his descent, fingers tightening in the loose hair that hangs out of his bun when he starts to suck at the junction between your neck and collarbones. “Halloween, two years ago I think.” It comes out airy, your thoughts already starting to go cloudy as Eren’s fingertips dance up your thighs.
“Oh yeah? Who were you going as, princess? An angel?”
“Marilyn - oh - Monroe.”
“You’re prettier than she is,” he remarks, moving away from your throat to lick the shell of your ear. You moan in response, cupping his jaw so you can finally slot your lips against his hungrily. You can feel Eren’s cock strain against his slacks as he ruts against the growing wet spot in your panties, but when he breaks away for air the reality of your surroundings dawns on you.
“We can’t Eren,” you say breathlessly, pushing him back. “We shouldn’t, not here, the curfew, let’s go back.”
“Are you sure you can wait till we go back?” He asks mockingly, pulling up at the sides of your panties to catch your clit against the fabric, the friction eliciting a small gasp from you.
“Y-yes,” you lie, knowing full well he’d just continue on to see your resolve crumble.
“Doesn’t feel that way to me,” he notes, pushing the blue lace to the side to run a finger through your folds. “You’re just so wet,” he slid the digit in your pussy with ease, as if to emphasize his point. “Come on, princess,” he continues, adding another finger as you whimper. “There’s no one here, I promise. We’ll be quick, why block the flow of the day? A backseat fuck at the beach? Its the perfect end, honestly.” He’s curling his fingers to strike that spongy spot as he makes his case, thumb rolling lazy circles over your clit till all rational thought is out the window as you just want more, and you grab his wrist to stop him so you can muster the strength to respond.
“You’ll be the death of me yet, Eren Jaeger.” you groan, unclasping his belt buckle and pushing his pants and boxers briefs down swiftly to free his erection. You rise on shaky knees to line yourself up with his cock, Eren tapping the weeping head on your clit before positioning himself. He takes a moment to put the hem of your dress in your mouth before guiding you down, moaning as he watches your drooling cunt swallow him inch by inch.
Your nails are leaving crescent marks on his shoulder blades as you sink down, whining as you relish being stretched out over him till you’re filled to the hilt, causing Eren to throw his head back with a throaty “fuck” as your walls flutter around his length. He cups your jaw to make you look up at him, his green irises swallowed by black pupils, chocolate tendrils from his manbun loose across his face. He runs his thumb over your bottom lip to release the fabric before claiming your mouth to swallow your moans as you start bouncing on his lap.
The sedan is rocking in tune to the lewd squelching noises of your hips joining together, your chanting of Ren!Ren!Ren! adding to the cacophony you two were creating when you separated from the kiss. Your pace becomes sloppier as you feel your orgasm build, Eren sensing it too, hissing with the way you start to clench around him.
“You close, baby?” he grunts, thrusting up into you. He laughs you nod and slur an mmphmm back at him. “Look at you,” he coos, “You said you didn’t want to do this here and now you’re going stupid on my dick, hmm? Maybe I should just stop now.” He slows his pace down to show he’s serious, and you’re begging for him to continue. His thumb finds your clit again, rubbing it slowly under the calloused pad as he watches your eyes roll back.
“You’ll be good for me then, right? To make up for what you said earlier? You’ll be my good girl and cum all over my cock?”
You’re nodding furiously, babbling in agreement and Eren tightens the roll of his thumb till you’re seeing stars beneath your shut eyelids as you come apart. He’s saying your name like a prayer as you clamp down on him, grabbing your waist and moving you up and down like a ragdoll until he paints your insides white. His head comes to rest on your shoulder as you both catch your breaths, your panting fogging up the windows even further.
“See? I knew we would be absolutely —,” his reassurance gets cut short with a sharp rap against the glass, the both of you jolting up in response.
“Idiot!” you snap, hitting his chest. “I told you this would happen, we should have gone home.” You try to get off of him to face the impending embarrassment, but he tightens his grip on you, keeping you connected.
“He’s going to want to talk to the both of us, baby, stay put.”
“Eren, he doesn’t have to talk to us when you’re still inside of me.”
“Will you please roll the window down?” The voice calls out, clearly exasperated.
“You heard the man,” Eren shrugs, rolling down the window to greet the man outside with a toothy smile. “Evening, officer!” He calls out as you sink into his chest, hoping his rib cage would just open up and allow you to disappear.
“Sir, you do realize there’s a curfew for loitering on the beach in place? Not to mention laws against public indecency?”
“My apologies, Officer Hannes. This one is all on me, I got carried away with the occasion.” Eren holds up his left hand to show off the silver band you had put on his ring finger in city hall no less than 12 hours ago.
“I guess no matter how young your marriage is it’s never a bad idea to heed your wife’s advice.”